[GM] In the orcish camp.

Viessa sobs slightly as she sees the first member of Varbuk’s camp. He’s not as tall as his chieftain, and she picks up quickly that Varbuk is the chieftain, but she can see his member hanging longer and thicker than her captor’s.

Varbuk enters one tent and she realizes it’s manned by a woman orc. As Varbuk tosses her on the woman’s table, she catches a glimpse of the woman. Her skin is the same mottled green-gry. And her ears are slightly pointed. Like an elf’s.

She and Varbuk exchange words. The conversation ends when she nods and turns back to Viessa. She reaches down and grabs two wrist cuffs that appear to be permanently anchored to the table.

[P: I’d like to try to escape while she’s doing that. GM: ok, contested quickness. P: 8. GM: unfortunately that doesn’t beat her 9.]

Before Viessa can attempt to move she feels the first cuff close over her wrist. She tries to escape the second, but the orcish woman is just barely faster. The woman grumbles in her language and grabs an ankle cuff.

“No fight, no leg.” Her common is even worse than Varbuk’s. But Viessa gets the jist: if she hadn’t tried to run just then, she wouldn’t be feeling an ankle cuff close around her leg.

Viessa stares at the roof of the tent. She’s surprised when she feels a different oil poured on her pussy. This one tingles cold and she can feel it spreading inside her. Through the chill, she feels one finger, and then two enter her canal.

[Stimulation: 21/100]

The woman thrusts her fingers in and out of the elf. Viessa yelps in pleasure as the woman curls her fingers inside her, relentlessly hitting the pleasure center deep inside her vagina.

[Stimulation: 39/100]

Viessa can’t suppress her moans. The woman fingers her relentlessly and she feels the warmth building up inside her again. When the woman removes her fingers, Viessa can’t help but whimper. She wants the orc’s fingers again.

She doesn’t have to wait long before she’s being fucked anew. A rigged wooden dildo pushes inside her. It’s not the same thickness as Varbuk, but its hardness drives her mad.

[stimulation: 59/100]

The ridges overwhelm Viessa, but she doesn’t quite cum. The woman looks at her and in an attempt to hurry her climax along begins playing with the elf’s pleasure button.

[Stimulation 86/100]

Viessa writhes on the table. She thrusts her hips back against the dildo, fucking the wooden cock back. She’s vaguely aware that she hears Varbuk’s voice say something in orcish.

Shortly, the elf feels a tongue on her clitoris and realizes that the orcish woman is licking her pussy.

[Stimulation 114/100]

Viessa explodes. She squirts powerfully from the mixed sensations of the ridged dildo, the orc woman’s mouth, and the oil suffusing her pussy. The woman rushes to collect her juices and takes them to the worktable nearby. She mixes in a handful of herbs and studies the results. Viessa cranes her neck to see. The orc woman shakes her head at Varbuck and he angrily slaps the table.

[XP: 100/110]

“You not bred yet.” Varbuk spits angrily at the elf.

A moment of relief washes over her before she hears the next words from the chieftain’s mouth. “We fix.”

He growls something in his language. Viessa feels warm water on her pussy and then a sharp scraping sensation. She cranes her neck and watches as the woman shaves her pubic hair until her mound is fully bald.

[Stimulation 5/100]

After she’s been fully shaved, Viessa is released from the table and bound again as she had been on the trip here. This time her hands are bound in front of her. She’s grateful for the small comfort. She’s dragged to a different tent and tossed through the flaps.

Viessa lands on a pile of furs.

[GM: does she try anything? P: yeah I’d like to try to untie my ankles. GM: ok roll quickness DC 15. P: 7.]