“Well now that we’re here, I’ve come up with a plan that we all might be satisfied with. ” Ilag says
“And what might that be?” Harod asks,
“You see, I personally think that Talira here has done a pretty bang up job of being our leader. So I think she should keep that job. She performs well as the face of this party, and she’s great at making the administrative and tactical decisions for the party, doing the things that the rest of us can’t do as well, and wouldn’t want to do anyways. ” Illag explains,
“So what’s your plan?” Elizabeth asks, not quite catching on
“Well I’d say that we keep deferring to you in an official capacity, with all your official duties and responsibilities, and we’ll afford you the respect as the leader of this party. But, when it’s time to settle down for the night, your little elven ass is ours to do with as we please.” Illag says, looking at you.
You freeze, realizing the implications that this brings. Your mind is picturing all the things that they might do to you, causing your face to flush with heat, and your body to shiver in either fear or anticipation, you can’t tell at this point.
“Otherwise, we could just leave you here to be discovered by the morning” Elizabeth says, going with the flow of the conversation
You look at her, the panic clear on your face, as Illag pulls a flask of Universal Solvent out of his bag.
“So we’ll free you from the tanglefoot cement, and in return we’ll have an arrangement. In the day, you’re in charge of the party as our leader. But at night, your body belongs to us, do we have a deal?” Illag asks you
You look back and forth between the orc, and the two humans. They seem to be determined on this plan of action. Honestly, you’ve been feeling more than a little horny, as you hadn’t had any sexual activity in years. You begin to think over the arrangement, and realize that as long as they still respect you as a party leader, what did it matter that you were theirs at night?
“I… I agree to your terms… from tonight on, you are mine to command, and I... am yours when our duties are complete.” you say, your eyes unable to meet theirs.
“Well then! Let’s commence tonight’s activities then, shall we?” Harod says with excitement.
“Indeed, let's.” Illag says, beginning to apply the Universal Solvent to the Tanglefoot cement.
He begins to slowly free you from the tanglefoot bag, the solvent not harming you or your clothes, but eating away at the cement at an astonishing rate, producing an acrid smell. He massages the areas where your skin and the cement meet, though his hands linger longer than what is strictly necessary. You can feel yourself freeing from the cement slowly, though your movements are shaky from being both panicked, aroused, and being stuck in one position for too long.
He eventually helps you to your feet, holding on to your waist, and you can feel a conspicuous breeze through your skirt, with you now bereft of your panties. You are left somewhat dazed at the rapidly changing situations, but that doesn’t last long.
Illag scoops you over a broad shoulder, causing you to yelp in surprise. He holds your thighs with the arm belonging to the same shoulder you were thrown over. You are now being carried to Illag’s large tent. You can feel his muscles rippling beneath you, and you simply lay limp on his shoulder, allowing him to carry you without complaint. You see that Elizabeth and Harod are in tow, following a few paces behind, looking at you hungrily, which causes you to squirm more than a bit.
SMACK!
You yelp as Illag swats your upturned rear, causing you to flush in embarrassment as the two behind you giggle. You can feel him duck as he enters through the tent flaps. He instructs everyone to take their shoes off at the entrance, and you’re inquisitive as to why, until you look inside his tent.
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