Freya goes towards her fate

The will of the Goddess was clear and Freya rode her donkey into the narrow stream. But the stubborn animal, as if sharing its owner fear and hesitation, refused to cross the thin band of clear water. "Perhaps you are right. I will be **** to ****, you will be used as a meal..." Freya dismounted and took a bag from beneath her donkey saddle. "I won't **** your fate, friend. Go back. Perhaps you'll find safety."

Freya took her shoes off then put them inside the leather pouch together with the remains of her food. "Perhaps my is fate **** of starvation instead of spending the rest of my days as an orcish **** ****?" She asked herself while rolling her pants up revealing feminine calves beneath. Then she made a step into the cold water. She needed only several wide steps to cross it but her mind resisted it. Finally, she **** herself to cross the river, put the shoes back on, and proceeded into the orcish territory determined to fulfill her task no matter the cost.

Few hours of walking later, when the sun started going down towards the distant horizon, she spotted three figures going towards her. Soon, she could see that those are both higher than average humans and bulkier. It was her time to meet orcs for the first time in her life. Soon, they were close enough to see their spears and light leather armor, then their faces became recognizable. Green skin, sharp fangs, wide nostrils. Freya read descriptions, she even saw some depictions of orcs and yet nothing prepared her for what she was seeing at that moment. Their brute faces disgusted her, a mere thought of becoming a wife of one of those monsters was revolting. Why, why would the Goddess punish her like this?

Three orcish warriors surrounded her quickly. "What are you doing in our lands, human?" The tallest among them spoke sternly, pointing his spear towards Freya's hooded head apparently ready to pierce through if necessary.

"I came with peace," Freya raised her hands showing that she is unarmed. Her voice shaking with fear "I have...."

Orcs, after hearing her soft, melodic voice didn't allow her to finish the sentence "Is this a female?" Asked one orc. Another, staying directly behind her, decided to check by... grabbing her ass! "She most definitely is!" He shouted excitedly while the leading orc reached out to the hood of Freya's cloak pulling hard on it, ripping it open exposing her beautiful pale face. Freya's long black silky shoulder-length hair got strewn over the slender neck as her worst fears seemed to be confirmed.

She was defenseless. One hideous creature was starring into her grey eyes, another laid his rough palm on her rear end, and the third one was laughing at her misery. Intentions of those lecherous beasts were evident - namely **** every tiny bit of her body before dragging her into slavery... or worse. And she had no way to stop them but through the power of words. Something that seemed so unlikely to work...