She Pleasures herself for her Captors' Entertainment

As the carriage rattled down the dirt road, Arvanda couldn't help but feel a sense of dread wash over her. The orc warrior who had enquired about her earlier was staring at her with a mix of curiosity and contempt, his eyes never leaving her body.

She could see the other orcs around her, whispering amongst themselves, their rumbling voices carrying through the silence of the carriage.

She tried to ignore them, focusing instead on the sound of her own breathing and the pounding of her heart. She tried to imagine herself back in Goldenfel, back in the safety of her own home. But no matter how hard she tried, the memories of what had happened to her were too vivid, too real.

Night had fallen, and her naked skin was cold. She was so exposed in this cage. They had stopped for the night.

“Mmm.”

Arvanda turned around, seeing another orc behind her. She shuffled back to the bars on the opposite side of the cage.

“You smell good,” the orc said. “I’d love a taste of that elf pussy.”

More had gathered around her now.

“Back off!” Drass growled, marching up to the crowd. “This one belongs to the king. Until then, she’s mine.”

“Alright. Maybe we don’t have to touch her to enjoy her. How about we watch her pleasure herself.”

Drass stroked his chin as he considered it. “That is fair.” His eyes turned to her. “Arvanda. Kneel for your crowd, finger yourself for my warriors.”

Arvanda's heart raced as she considered her options. She had never been one to perform such acts in front of others, but the alternative was unthinkable. She knelt down, her eyes fixed on the straw of her cage to avoid the lewd gazes of the orcs.

Her hands trembled as she reached for herself, her fingers brushing against the wetness that still lingered between her legs. She closed her eyes, trying to block out their watching eyes, but their voices echoed in her mind.

"Look at her fingers slide into her pussy. Gods, she's so tight."

"That's it, elf. Show us how much you need us."

"I think I'm going to need a drink after this."

The orcs each took out their cocks, including Drass. They began to jerk off as they watched her.

Arvanda's breathing quickened, her body responding to the shame and humiliation. She felt the heat rise within her, a familiar sensation that she never thought she would feel.

The orcs gathered around her, their eyes glazed over with lust and hunger. Some grunted and growled as they watched her, their excitement palpable.

Arvanda closed her eyes and tried to focus on her own pleasure, but the stench of the orcs and the pain she had endured made it difficult for her to let go. She **** herself to relax, letting her body take over as she moved her fingers in and out of her slick folds.

As she began to moan softly, the orcs cheered and jeered, their voices rising in a cacophony of arousal and spite.

Drass stood off to the side, watching with a twisted smile on his face.

She closed her eyes tight thinking about Lellovan, her husband.

He was so perfect, skin so soft. Tall, beautiful.

She thought back to the times she’d straddled him.

Their intimate moments together, the way he would touch her, his hands gliding over her body, sending shivers down her spine. She remembered the way he made her feel so alive, so free.

As the pleasure built up inside her, she imagined his strong arms holding her tightly, the way his eyes would lock with hers, full of desire and love.

She moaned as she imagined his thick, hard cock inside her, filling her up completely. Her body betrayed her, responding to the fantasy, her wetness increasing. She began to move her hand faster, thrusting her fingers in and out with more ****.

Arvanda's moans grew louder, more ragged. The orcs roared in approval, their excitement reaching a fever pitch. Drass watched with satisfaction, his cock throbbing as he imagined what it would be like to be inside her again.

She felt something warm and sticky splash on her chest and thigh. She realised it must have been one of the orcs cumming all over her.

Arvanda closed her eyes tightly, trying to shut out the vulgar jeers and growls of the orcs. She focused on the memory of Lellovan, his touch, the way he made her feel safe and cherished.

There was another splash, this one all over her hair and one side of her face.

"You're getting close, elf." Drass said, still standing off to the side. "Show them what they want."

Finally, Arvanda's body shuddered with an overwhelming orgasm, her moans filling the air as she surrendered to the pleasure. The orcs roared with delight; their lust now unbridled as they watched their prize writhe in ecstasy.

Her chest rose and fell as the orcs continued to jerk off watching her. More of them squirted all over her, covering her face, chest and anything exposed. More even came all over her back from behind.

Finally, with her body exhausted and the satisfaction of her tormentors sated, Arvanda collapsed onto the straw bed, the straw sticking to the cum on her skin and hair. There was little she could do to clean off.

Her mind raced, filled with thoughts of Lellovan and the life they had shared. But she knew those days were gone, and now she must focus on finding a way to survive in this nightmare world.