Serve dinner to the orcs

Finally it was dark. Helartha had just spent an hour peeling potatoes for supper, all while being leered at by the obese Orc chef. She was filthy, wearing only the sheer bikini, and utterly exhausted from her heavy steel collar.

"Go serve the men!" the chef commanded. Helartha hefted the giant pot of stew. She went out, where a hundred Orc warriors sat at tables. They were deep in their drink, laughing and fighting amongst themselves. Helartha was **** to ladle out heaping mounds of this disgusting meal to all of them. They all laughed at her predicament, goosing her constantly with pinching, groping hands. Helartha was furious, humilated and miserable.

Finally, she'd served everyone. Then, from atop a stage she heard a voice.

"My loyal warriors!" Sadrath, the evil witch responsible for Helartha's predicament said from the stage. "To reward your loyalty I have a special evening of entertainment for you..."