Helartha the elf in the orc camp!

Helartha felt a new sense of alarm as they emerged from the forest into the war camp of the Orcs. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of Orcs readying for war. They were sharpening weapon, eating by fires, some already drinking despite the early hour. As her two Orc captors appeared they were quickly spotted by most around. Well, more accurately, the naked Helratha was spotted, dangling naked over an orc's shoulder.

A cry went up. Helartha shook wildly, desperate as an animal to escape, or cover herself. She was bound too tightly however, and the strong Orc tightened his grip on her butt, pinning her firmly to his shoulder. All her squirming did was cause her dangling breasts to sway about wildly.

"Presenting the first prisoner of war in this engagement!" The orc who was not carrying Helartha said, obviously the talker of the pair. "Already plucked clean and helpless! Welcome the brave elf ranger!"

There was a loud cheer as the pair stepped forward, Helratha in tow. Orc's came up, eager to get a view.

"Decent utters on her, for an elf!" One said excitedly.

"Her skin's so pale and smooth, a pink piglet of a girl!" Laughed another.

"Speaking of pink, look at her rump!" Called out one who had circled behind said, pointing at Helartha's pink and red butt. "I see you two have disciplined the elf!"

"I'll do more then discipline her...." Said and orc, licking his lips in a way that filled Helartha with dread. He and several other orcs started moving towards her.

"Stop!" yelled a voice that halted the orcs. Everyone turned to see...