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Chapter 46 by CaptainPulse CaptainPulse

How do they wake up?

Roughly

"Oh, yeah... keep going, baby..." Morgala whispered as she explored her pussy, still half-asleep. Her body rocked violently, sending her into a passionate stupor. "It's a little early to be this happy, isn't it Thurkla?"

"What did you say?" Morgala opened her eyes to see Thurkla lying on the ground a few feet away from her, turning over in her sleep. It took a second for Morgala to process that, as she was too busy staring appreciatively at Thurkla's masterpiece of an ass. Then she felt another jolt and gained just enough lucidity to ask herself, "If that's not Thurkla, then what-"

As the naked elf pulled herself up, she reached up to rub a sore spot on her head. Or at least she tried to, finding to her surprise that she couldn't move her hands. Looking down, she saw her hands were tied together over her crotch and connected to her equally-bound feet by a thick rope running along her pussy. More than that, it seemed they were no longer outside, but in sone sort of covered wagon.

"Thurkla..."

"No, Mommy, I don't want to go to work naked... Well, if I have to..."

"Thurkla, wake up!"

The orc girl blinked open her eyes, smiling from her obviously horny dream and smiled at her girlfriend. "Hi, sweetie. How did you slee-" She interrupted herself as she tried to stand up, noticing that she was bound in the same way as Morgala. "Wow, I don't know if I'm ready to get this serious, yet, Morgala."

"I didn't do this." The elf hissed. "We've been kidnapped."

"Hey now, that's some strong language." Both frightened women turned to see a short woman with pale features in a wide brim hat, large spurred boots, and a wide apron which concealed whatever else she was wearing. "I didn't 'kidnap' anyone, I just found some merchandise on the side of the road and picked it up. You might even say I rescued you two vagrants."

Morgala and Thurkla shuffled towards each other in a rather pathetic attempt to huddle together for safety. Thurkla, shivering with fear, nervously asked, "Who are you? You're not one of those... slavers, are you?"

Is she?

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