Escape

Seeing her crack the pillory through sheer physical strength has made the soldiers wary. None seem willing to sodomize her now, as they are all afraid to approach her.

Eventually, the witch comes to the side of the horny orc, watching her cautiously but also with much curiosity.

"This is fascinating," she whispers while observing the self-fisting orc. "I've never seen anyone react this strongly to this mixture before."

"I... I'm famished," Xena mutters in a coarse voice. "Could I please have something to eat or drink?"

Stella smiles and then turns to the soldiers. "Please fetch some sustenance for the prisoner. We wouldn't want her to die of thirst before we've had the chance to properly torment her, right?"

A few nervous laughters come out of the crowd, and a young man runs out with purpose.

While waiting, Xena ponders over the witch's latest words. Is she really that cruel? Or is she saying this to appear cruel in front of the soldiers, so that they'll agree not to let her starve?

She cannot make up her mind on the enchantress' true intentions, and then the young man returns with a waterskin.

"There you go," the witch says after taking the water container and handing it to the orc.

Xena looks at the water-filled sheepskin. It seems to contain about one or two liters, and it is topped by a small valve. "This won't be comfortable," Xena thinks.

In one swift motion, she pulls out her fist and then shoves the waterskin up her own ass. The witch barely has time to react when a huge green foot hits her across the chin, sending her flying backwards.

"That bitch!" Screams the burly man. "Kill her!"

With the agility of a wild cat, Xena jumps up, scanning her surrounding. Almost thirty soldiers stand around her, holding weapons or fumbling to pull out swords or spears. She could fight them all, and probably take a few down with her. But she doesn't need to fight. She needs to run.

Spotting two relatively scrawny soldiers, she rushes towards them. They seem to have completely forgotten the scenes of Xena sucking dicks or fingering herself, as they stare with terror at the massive green creature gunning for them.

They shakily hold up their spears, but Xena leaps above them, falling into the tent behind them and crushing it under her considerable weight. She quickly finds her footing again and starts running through the camp.

Arrows fly around her, screams fill the camp and dozens of humans try their best to catch her and kill her.

Those that hadn't been at the pillories freeze when they see the cum-covered, latex-clad orc sprinting by them, perplexed by the sight.

Xena's huge muscled legs allow her to outpace all of her pursuers, and she quickly finds herself out of the camp and into the surrounding forest. Behind her, the angry voices grow more distant the deeper she gets into the dark woods.

She runs for what feels like hours, putting as much distance as she can between her and the humans.

Only when she stops running does she realizes that one of the arrows hit her. The adrenaline of the chase had masked the pain in her left shoulder.

After deciding to ignore the pain for the time being, she looks around and listen. She recognizes these woods; It would be easy for her to find her way back into the orc-controlled territories.

While she considers which direction to take, she feels a strange warmth overtaking her nethers. Now that the adrenaline surge has rescinded, it seems the waterskin is no longer enough to satiate her needy asshole. She needs something bigger, something alive and warm, something that moves; Her mind slowly fills with images of thick veiny orc dicks.