Attempted escape!

Helartha sat prone, fumbling with her large breasts. They were shockingly unwieldy, slipping form her grasp as though they wanted to be exposed. The ogres stared blatantly at Helartha's accidentally lewd display.

Recalling her audience, Helartha looked up. The two Ogres were oogling her blatantly. She gasped when she lowered her gaze. Both of them were erect! Their manhood's, concealed under their makeshift primitive wraps, were bulging forward. From her position sitting they were a foot from her face! She gasped in utter horror. The shameless Ogres noticed her attention and laughed.

"What's wrong?" The axe ogre laughed. "Or are you just impressed?"

"While your down there, perhaps you'd like to give us satisfaction?" The mace Ogre threw back his head in laughter. Helartha's pride flared. Were they suggesting...? The very thought filled her with indignant revulsion. It snapped her from her shameful paralysis and flew her into a rage.

In response to the Ogre's lewdness, Helartha kicked her powerful leg forward, slamming her foot into the Axe Ogre's crotch. He gasped, dropping his axe and holding himself. The other Ogre laughed all the harder. Ogres have primitive senses of humor and little empathy.

Seeing her chance, Helartha began crawling away. The Ogre she had struck snapped his eyes up, blazing with fury. He reached forward and snagged her foot, dragging her back bare breasts scrapping the rough ground, making her whine involuntarily.

"You little... I'll rip you limb from limb!" He roared.

"Careful!" The other Ogre stopped him. "Remember the master's warning! The curse on the elves will fade if we kill any of them, or violate them!"

Helartha was terrified, though breathed a sigh of relief. She was not to be killed, or her womanly pride violated!

"Fine." The Ogre grumbled, still holding her calf in his massive hand. "But I'll still see this little bitch punished!"