Humiliated, and surrounded by grinning centaurs

You feel something wet on your hand, and then you immediately wet yourself. You wake up with your own urine soaking into your underwear. As you open your eyes, you see three centaurs grinning at you. There's also another creature, you think it might be an orc, standing nearby, along with a dark skinned human. The orc must have placed your hand into a bucket of warm water laying beside you. You are in some sort of crude wooden structure, almost like a stable. Otherwise, you cannot tell where you are or what time it is.

"Wakey wakey little elven bitch," says the orc cheerily, "If you're lucky this just might be the best day of your life!"

"Release me foul beast," you shout, struggling vainly against your bonds.

"All in good time," he laughs, as the centaurs continue to leer at you.

"Coward, untie me and face me like a man," you say.

"Well, little lady, if you insist, how could I ever refuse," says the orc, "I'll even do you one better. Instead of me, why not square up against the man who caught you in the first place. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to claim his reward this way."

The orc approaches you as one of the centaurs steps forward. You recognize him as the one who grabbed and carried you. The orc leans around you, grabbing a huge handful of your ample buttocks and squeezing. This awakens some strange and conflicting feelings inside you that you don't have time to process now. He unties you.

As you rise to your feet, rubbing your wrists. You become more aware of your surroundings. You can hear noise coming from somewhere nearby. You hear what sounds like voices, both soft and hard, and a constant, rhythmic slapping or smacking sound. There is a strange smell in the air.

"C'mon m'lady," says the orc, resting his hand on your waist, "Go and face him."

"I'm not a lady," you squeal, "I'm a man. I am Alnus of the house Valus."

The centaur laughs, and speaks at last, "Well, that remains to be seen. Buldar, this hardly seems sporting. Give the lady her sword."

Buldar laughs too, walking over to a corner where you can make out a sack that looks like yours. The orc picks up your sword from beside it and walks back to you, before handing it over. Immediately you lunge at him, eager to end his insolence.

To your surprise, the big orc easily dodges out of the way, then steps back towards you, slapping you hard across the face, causing you to drop your sword.

"Should have known better than to trust an elf bitch," he says, spitting derisively, "No sense of honor or fair play, all they have is a bag of tricks."

You shakily bend over to pick up your sword. As you do, the centaurs whistle.

"Stay right there sweetie," your captor says, "And I'll make this nice and easy for you."

You quickly straighten up and adopt a fighting stance. You look at the centaur in front of you, and you can imagine his penis piercing- you mean your sword piercing his abdomen, cutting out his guts.

"I'll wait here for you," he says, "The floor is yours."

You charge forward, your sword held high in both hands.

It is over in an instant. His big hands and strong arms grab you effortlessly yet again. He twists the sword from your grasp and it clatters harmlessly to the ground. He holds your wrists together in one of his hands, lifting your arms above your head. With the other hand, he rips first your robes, then your urine soaked undergarments from your body. You find yourself trembling as he reaches a hand out to touch your sensitive nipples, and your legs go weak as he runs his hands over your curves. Your mind races, skipping over the question of whether you ever considered that you had curves and going straight to asking why his touch has made you feel this way. After caressing your body for a few moments, he forces you to the ground. You are kneeling in front of him. He begins to walk forward.