Justina surrenders

Seeing no way out except for the portal, Justina decided to lay her sword on the ground, raise her hands, and back away from it. "All right!" she called out. "I surrender! I know when I've met my match!"

Strange looking creatures suddenly started appearing from seemingly nowhere. Their bows were still drawn, still aimed right at Justina. They were Orcs, Ogres, and Goblins, led by a rather intimidating Cave Troll. The giant, mountainous Troll stepped forward. "Take off armor. Take off clothes!" he snapped at her.

Justina slowly started to remove her armor. First the gauntlets. Then the pauldrons. Next came her shin guards, boots, and her fine chain linked skirt. She then unbuckled her cuirass and let them fall to the ground with a clank. Now she was down to her chain linked shirt, undershirt, leather pants, and underwear.

"Keep going!" the Troll menaced as she stopped for a breath.

Justina continued stripping as she pulled off her chain shirt, then her leather pants. All that was left was her bikini underwear. Those quickly came off too. "What are you going to do to me?" she asked the Troll.

"Anything we want" he answered as he circled her naked body, appraising its value. "Nice ass" he said as he reached out and slapped her left cheek. "Nice baby making hips! So wide and curvy!" He grabbed her by the hips, and pulled her back into him. "You will bear many fine sons and daughters." then he came around to her front, and weighed her breasts in his hands. "You give lots of good milk with these!"

The hordes around them cackled and smirked as they watched Justina being humiliated. The Troll was very pleased, especially with Justina's very hairy, soft, pouting labia. He stuck a finger up inside her, causing her to gasp. "You virgin?" he asked.

Of course she was a virgin! She was a Temple Knight! "Yes," she answered as the Troll removed his giant finger from her womanly entrance.

"Hmm," the Troll contemplated. "Perhaps we keep you for breeding. Perhaps we keep you for milking. Perhaps we sell you to Drow."

All Justina knew was she didn't want to become a breeding ****, or a milk ****. "I'll be worth more to you, if you sell me as a virgin." There. She'd said it. She knew she was sealing her own fate, but she thought it would be a far better fate than any of the other options the Troll had outlined.

The Troll rubbed his chin. "You right about that. We get better weapons and armor for your virgin hole. It is decided. We sell you to Drow."

The hordes of creatures started whooping and celebrating. This was indeed going to be a fine day for them. No more rusty swords, no more flimsy bows, and no more rags for armor. They knew exactly what the Drow would give for a virgin human female.