She taught Khala a lesson.

The half-orc unlocked the room and carried her prize in. She threw Khala on the bed in room 7, following herself quickly to pin her to the mattress. She didn’t even bother to light a candle, as half-orc have excellent night-vision, the light from the open window was enough.

Khala wanted to scream but Jaraka was quickly upon her, holding her down and trying to **** a cloth gag in the half-elf’s mouth. Khala struggled and tried to bite her captor, but Jaraka was quick. The gag slipped in her mouth and was quickly fastened around her head.

‘Little cheater no scream, I show error of ways,’ Jaraka grinned at Khala as she seized, the half-elf’s hands. The half-orc started to try and strip Khala, beginning with her tunic.

The rogue struggled fiercely, getting a blow in with her knee, but it only enflamed Jaraka. That was probably how all half-orc mating worked.

Jaraka laughed as she peeled off Khala’s tunic against her will, only letting go off her hands a spit-second to slip the arms off, ‘I like feisty… and cute. You are both.’ She held Khala’s wrists with one hand as she continued to strip the little half-elf.

Khala kicked and protested, as Jaraka went to her boots and pants. It was obvious that Jaraka had done this before, anticipating and catching her feet easily.

The half-orc pulled off Khala’s boots and her pants didn’t prove much of a challenge either, baring the half-elf to her enflamed gaze.

Khala lay nude and pinned to the bed, screaming muffled curses in her gag. Her eyes screamed bloody **** at Jaraka as well.

Jaraka turned Khala over on her front and grabbed a rope, binding the bare-chested girl to the bed. Helpless and naked, Khala lay on the bed with the half-orc beside her. ‘Beautiful too, such a nice butt. Like ripe apple.’ She roughly pawed Khala’s ass.

Khala stifled a moan at the touch, her mind reeled with anger and humiliation but her body enjoyed the woman’s rough hands on her skin. And deeper in the darker recesses of her mind, she was excited by the situation too.

‘Will be pity to mar such succulent flesh with spanks,’ Jaraka cooed as she groped Khala’s ass, ‘But naughty cheater needs to learn lesson and I will teach.’

Jaraka raised her hand for the first slap, and Khala pressed her eyes closed, anticipating the first hit.

The half-elf yelped and whimpered into her gag as the first mark on her arse hit home, rippling her flesh and flushing her skin red. Pain coursed through her body.

Grinning from ear to ear, Jaraka let the next slap follow a second later. She enjoyed her lesson to the half-elf beauty, with the red hair splayed on the bed. The half-orc aimed to make her butt match the colour. Slaps and spanks rained down upon Khala’s buttcheeks, alternating between them.

Tears streaked from Khala’s eyes, the stinging pain in her butt too much for her to bear.

‘Do you regret, cheater?’ Jaraka said as she brought her hand down again with a loud smack.

Khala whimpered and nodded with her face pressed into the sheets.