Orc Head

The Jester is behind you now, right in your view as there is no room to either side. The eyes look into yours seemingly unfeeling, ignoring the chaos around you. The Orcs are increasingly naked and some are driven wild with lust for the naked elf so close. You feel and hear the passage of the ever present globe circling and watching both you and the crowd, feeding back information to it's controllers. With a jerk you grind to a halt. The figure before you grunts, and pulls a switch out of view below you, then turns and stomps off into the gloom.

You manage to turn your head to see that the cage ends in a wall of woven together strands of metal. It appears solid enough despite the weight of clawing forms writhing and pressing against it. Pressing toward you. And there is a slightly wider gap towards its top. With a final grind your bench tilts upward towards this gap, your bare behind tilted up and moved back. The victorious howls of the creatures mingle with your gasped out n"oooo.." as you finally seem within reach. Your **** struggle is rewarded this time as your bond arounds your knees move with a clank. You realise you can concertina your body forward away from the gap. Though for every inch you shift them forward, your knees are spread apart just as much. You cannot help but be aware of how exposed you are.. and still your bench edges relentlessly backward.

Just as you feel you can move no further a tremendous roar fills the chamber. From the shadows a huge orc emerges, wading through his smaller rivals toward you. His naked green body gleams with sweat, and the musculature of his scarred torso is immense. He bodily picks up an orc twice your size and hurls it into the crowd before pressing himself to the bars, gripping them in his clawed hands. His cock is erect and also massive as it bobs through the network of bars somewhere below you, but it cannot reach you. His head however presses into the gap easily before it jams and the long point of his tongue finally reaches the glistening oiled surface of the backs of your thighs. The sensation of the hot breath on your skin and the warm tongue managing to just graze your flesh send a shudder through you, somewhere between revulsion and pleasure. Once again your brain and your body war with each other as your blood rises, and you try to keep a clear head to work out what to do next.