You're Surrounded, Just as Planned

From the moment you wade into the water and begin to bathe by firelight, your heart is drumming in your chest. Of course, there's no proof anything will happen tonight. If anything, the odds Hob-goblins actually stumble on you is quite low.

What will happen if you don't? Will you simply try again tomorrow and hope they take the bait? Or will you admit to yourself what a silly thought this is for a Knight of Gondolia and continue on your way, pretending this silly detour never happened?

As you consider it, your trained ears pick up the sound of a leaf crunching nearby. You have to stop your own instinctual reaction, pretending not to notice. But in the darkness you bite your lip. More sounds eminate from all around you, drawing nearer.

Stealthy, they must be Hob-goblins. You purposefully stretch, making sure your unseen vouyeurs have a good view of the merchandise.

One moment passes. And then the next. You feel like you're in a dream. Like if you just blinked a few times, all the sounds would go away.

"Ach'chuk!" You hear a gutteral voice cry. You turn back to your fire and see something in the flames.

It's an Orc Woman, naked save for a cross cross of leather straps harnessing her body. Cruel metal rings pierce her nipples, and the signs of scars and stitches are evident on her body. Her arms are trapped behind her back by a segment of the harness. Your eyes gaze upwards to the bit and blinded on her head...and the reins leading back from them to the fearsone looking orange Hob-goblin raider on her back.

You're so transfixed you briefly forget to feign modesty. As fast as possible, you rectify it, throwing your arms over your body to cover your womanly parts. An excited, virginally voice in your mind reminds you this is the first time a male, of any, species has seen you naked. You briefly glance to the Orc Wo-Mount's crotch, and find the same external protrusion the other Wo-Mount had.

"Wha-wha are you doing here!?" You cry out in as girlish a voice as you can muster. "Get away! I'm bathing! Be gone!"

The Rider raises a fist, and all around the river, Hob-Goblins rise, bows notched and aimed at you. You count at least ten.

Perhaps, if you tried, you could still fight your way through this. You could dive under the water when they fire, emerge to tackle the Wo-Mount and retrieve your sword. However, it would be far simpler to just raise your hands in surrender...as far as they know, you're helpless...

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