Your first thought as your second ankle is unbuckled from the table is that trying to suddenly bolt away probably won't go well. It's too predictable and straightforward. An odd story you overheard in a tavern springs to mind, and at the moment to feels like the only chance you have at gaining real leverage.
You pull your freed legs forward, lifting your hips and rear, making your best attempt at "mewling like a whore" in order to catch he orc off-guard. It seems to work as the orc pauses. Trying to disarm it further you start to sway and buck your hips, continuing to cry out to it.
Soon the act pays off as you see the orc undo it's loincloth. An odd stench reaches your nose before the garment falls to the floor. You see the orc's rod spring up, seemingly quite ready. You quiver at the thought of what it plans to do before you remember what you had in mind. With a more focused look you see the **** purse dangling below. If orcs are similar enough to humans, one good kick should be enough to disable the orc long enough for you to find a way to get yourself free.
You gasp as large hands settle on your hips, soon panting. It suddenly feels like something primal is taking over from within. Part of you just want to let it happen, and it's screaming louder by the moment. There's still time to overcome, but you need to put your whole mind to something to do it.
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