Pick them off one by one.

You almost decide that this can't be your problem. There are just too many of the slavers to fight, and they seem to be quite capable fighters giving how they were able to capture two strong female orcs. The orcs seem to be almost as large as you are and just as powerful. If the slavers were skilled enough to capture these women, it would be safe to assume that they could enslave you just as easily.

But as you are about to take your leave, you find yourself looking into the youngest orcs eyes, a humbled and defeated look on her face. She is beautiful even for an orc with soft light green skin, deep amber eyes, and flaming red hair. While the older has at least one or two visible scars on her body, the younger looks almost entirely untouched, aside from some recent cuts and bruises. She must have just come of age when she was taken from her tribe and was probably the same age you were when you lost yours. Without thinking, you raised your bow and nocked a barbed arrow onto the thin string.

Your only chance is to pick off the strongest slavers first, their leaders, and hope that sends the rest into a panic. Just like you were stalking a herd of deer, you let your narrowed gaze trace over the armored men and women, searching for your first target. The cold-eyed elven archer near the front is the obvious choice. She seems to know these woods, though not well enough to spot you. Killing her will take away their eyes and ears.

Raising your bow, you line up your shot, aiming for the elf's chest. You softly breathe out all the air in your lungs to steady yourself. There'll only be one chance at this, and you mean to make it count.

Once you’ve lined up your shot, you release the string with a quick flick of your fingers. The elf barely even notices the slight whistling sound of the arrow as it zips through the air and strikes her in the chest with a light thud. Her eyes widen, and a look of abject shock blooms across her face as the life drains from her body. She then slumps forward and hits the ground with a dull thump. The rest of her comrades gaze in horror at her fallen body, and before they have time to react, you’ve already drawn and nocked another arrow. Soon the forest echoes with the sound of your arrow wishing through the air before striking a tall human dress in fancy chainmail armor right in the eye. As you search for another target, you notice something out of the corner of your eye. A dwarf in the back of the column has spotted you. Before he could alert the others, you fire a shot into his neck and through his windpipe, silencing him.

The next few seconds are a bluer as you effortlessly slip arrows your quiver, lined up your shots, and fired them at your targets at blinding speed. Despite your almost frantic shots, every arrow finds its mark. You know that you can’t take your time. You have to keep the shots coming and make them think they're under attack by an army rather than only one huntress. They have to panic before they realize that every single arrow's coming from the same tree. Next, you pick out their leaders, finding the bravest men among them and the ones barking orders. As you strike them down, you make sure that the arrows land in a spot where the others can clearly see them, adding to their panic.

After your ninth shot plunges deep into the heart of a fierce-looking man trying to rally the others with frenzied commands, they start to break. A small group dashes into the trees, sprinting away as quickly as they can manage, while others try to hold their ground only to be fell by one of your arrows. Before long, the slavers are ether in full retreat or lying dead on the forest floor. While the slavers try to recover in the woods, you take this chance to free the orcish slaves, jumping down from your tree and landing lightly on the forest floor.

As you approach the two naked orcs, they look up at you with shock and amazement. “Where are the others?” the youngest asks.

You are quick to silence her by placing a finger on your lips before pulling out your skinning dagger. The last thing you need is the slavers to remember that they left their prizes behind. “It’s just me,” you say in a hushed voice before cutting away her bindings.

She looks up at you with wide eyes. “You…” she quickly hushes herself, “You did all this by yourself?”

“Impressive,” says the older with a dry voice, “Your chitin has trained your well.”

“I don’t have a tribe,” you tell her as you continue to cut their binding. The orcs trade looks. Clearly, they want to know your story, but they knew well enough to leave any questions until they were safe. You start with the oldest, slicing the rope from her wrists with ease. As she jerks her wrist apart, her D cup breasts jiggle up and down on her chest. For a moment, you find yourself lost in her cleavage and her spinning nipples before shaking yourself out of your trance and moving onto the younger sister. Like the older, as you cut her bindings away, she jerks her hands apart, and her breasts jiggle. Even though she is a bit smaller and softer than her older sister, you find yourself even more entranced by her breasts and lovely body. Even as she unties the ropes around her hips and legs, blocking your view of her mounds, you can’t help but admire how beautiful her legs are, how soft her lips look, and how innocent her eyes are.

You feel a warm and pleasant shiver running up your spine as you strongly consider “helping her” with her binding, as an excuse to feel up her toned body. However, before you can act on these desires, you suddenly hear the sound of one of the slavers shouting out from the woods. You quickly help the two orc women to their feet and tell them to follow you, which they do so without question. Despite their injuries, they are able to keep up with you as you dart through the woods, jumping over fallen trees, and working your way through dense bushes. You know these woods like the back of your hand, and with their tracker dead, they won’t be able to follow you. Looping around through the trees, you lead the sisters across a shallow stream to hide your footprints, then mount the bank and move along the water, heading towards your lonely cabin hidden in a sheltered grove