Cora made her way home

Damn that silver-eyed menace and her infuriating hands.

It took until Erin was long gone before Cora regained her wits, torn between fury and shame. And right now the shame was taking a victory lap. The elf's touch had been light, almost affectionate, but it had been the way Erin had disarmed, unraveled her so casually, so completely at ease, that had Cora's stomach doing flips... It was galling! She was a decorated officer, who should be commanding respect and obedience. And yet she couldn't ignore the way her body was reacting to her pitiable situation. The humiliation of being so thoroughly bested, again, was like a burning coal in her gut. How could she find any of this remotely... exciting? What kind of sorcery had that damn elf used to undo her?!

She wriggled against the makeshift bonds, but Erin had known exactly what she was doing. Strips of Cora’s own shirt bound her wrists behind her back, her belt cinched her legs together, and worst of all her bra - her own godsdamned bra - was pressed between her lips, looped behind her tusks. The very idea of someone seeing her like this, a guard of the city reduced to a joke, was more than she could bear. She tugged at the bindings, her muscles straining, but it was useless. She needed to get home and find something sharp. "To cut your own clothes off, you wench", the thought came unbidden. Cora pushed it away. Her mind was enough of a whirlwind as it was while trying to deal with the unbidden arousal.

She needed to get back to her apartment, but even at this late hour the streets weren't entirely empty, there were always a few stragglers; patrols making their rounds, drunks stumbling home, and the thieves who preyed upon them. So which one did that make Cora, hm? Her cheeks burned at the sound of distant, drunken laughter echoing from a few streets over. It was as if the night was taunting her, offering a reply to her question.

She inhaled through her nose. If she lingered too long, someone would see her, she had no time to stew in humiliation. It was time to stumble home. Cora bent her knees slightly, testing her balance. The belt fastening her legs together and the tangled pants around her ankles made it impossible to take proper strides, but if she shuffled and kept her steps small and careful, she could-

No.

She nearly gagged thinking how long that would take. The slower she moved the more liable she was to become a spectacle for some lucky drunks.

Her jaw tightened. There was no other option.

Sucking in a sharp breath, Cora pushed off the wall and hopped forward, landing with an unsteady wobble. Another hop, followed by another, until she reached the mouth of the alleyway. The motion was just as awful as she'd feared. Every bound sent her jostling, bare breasts bouncing freely with each impact. Every quake of her tits was a hammer blow of humiliation. The memory of Erin's grin burned in her mind; this was likely the result she'd intended when she wrapped her up like this. If she were watching her from the shadows somewhere she'd surely be having a good laugh at her expense right now. The woman had been toying with her. Again. And damn it, Cora had let her. Again.

A small noise echoed from further up the street. Cora froze, chest heaving, ears straining for any sign of movement. She heard footsteps. Cora ducked down low against the wall, her heart pounding. If they turned the corner now, she'd have no cover. Her cheeks flushed at the thought of being caught so compromised. She held her breath as the footsteps neared... and then mercifully continued down the street. The half-orc exhaled, sagging with relief and peering around the corner.

The passersby soon disappeared down the street, the sound of their footsteps fading. Fury boiled in Cora's gut, simmering alongside the shame. She groaned inwardly. First she had to find a way to get home unseen. Only then could she figure out a way to make Erin pay.

And gods help her, she had to find a way to stop wanting to lose to her again.