A sudden turn in events

"So, what do we have here? A pair of sluts eager to serve their new master?" The orc warchief grins triumphantly.

You have nothing to say, cuz for you it doesn't matter whether you're a **** to an elf or an orc, even though these orcs look much more scaring that any elf could be. However, you expect some kind of response from the elven lady. You dare having a look at her, but she's just sitting on her calves, her pale face a mask of meaningless if grim expression. Her expensive clothes have already been torn to shreds. A bloody gash adorns her cheek. 'She must have resisted', you think. But obviously she had been overwhelmed by **** and pure numbers.

"Nothing to say?" Tsurvurash the Mighty says with just a hint of astonishment. "Well, the better for you, cuz whatever you might have said, it probably wouldn't have been something my ears would have liked to hear... other than your willingness to spread your legs for my cock."

The other orcs laughed. Their laughter was grim, menacing and lecherous. You shiver, as you realize that you won't only have to serve the chieftain but most likely the whole bunch of orcish raiders.

Unperturbed, Tsurvurash stands up and strides towards you and the elven woman. At some point, his direction changes directy for you. Expectantly, you watch every one of his moves. He bends down and lifts your chin with one finger. "You've really been fun to watch hu-man bitch." The way he pronounces 'hu-man' doesn't leave much doubt how high he holds human culture in respect. "I enjoyed your little show, though I bet you're much better performing with a whole score of cocks plowing through your very holes. Hahahah!" You turn pale at his words. 'A whole score of cocks? Holy Lords, have mercy!'

But your misery isnt of any interest any longer as he lets you go and steps aside to stand in front of the elven lady. She's still not moving and when he uses his index finger to lift her chin, she just stares through him.

"Ahh, you're as exquisite as any elven whore I've captured so far." He spits into her face, but she still doesnt even flinch. Outright disappointed he says: "Though I would have expected a little more spirit from you. By the name of Ragazash, the Eternal, I thought somebody who bids three perfect diamonds on a cheap human whore would be much more of a challenge. Too bad - I'll have to crush the bastards you'll birth from my seed lest they give shame to my colors."

For the inch of a moment, hot passion flickers through elven eyes. Then, everything goes very, very fast.

From the bootleg of her fine, burgundy leather boots, the elven woman draws a sharp, shimmering dagger. With one fluid motion, her hand darts upwards, the tip of her slender blade aimed directly at the orc's heart.