Kazath, the Half-Orc Bandit

Kazath, wielding a terrible grin showing his sharp teeth, gets up and walk towards the exposed orc.

He is not a small man, and yet he is dwarfed by the pink-clad orc. Despite her humiliating position, Xena is still an eight-feet tall beefcake. Kazath observes her warrily, as one would with a chained lion.

Xena watches him back, and then her eye opens wide once she recognize him.

They fought once, Xena remembers. She was leading her war party through the mountains, and they got ambushed by Kazath and his bandits. It had been an ugly fight, and she vivdly remembers the half-orc vicious fighting style. She dearly hopes that he doesn't recognize her.

"So, Mistress Brightstar," the bandit asks, his eyes still scanning Xena's body. "What are the rules here?"

"Don't kill her. Don't maim her. Everything else is fair play. She is a complete masochist."

Kazath's eyebrows rise, and he decides to test the witch's word.

He punches the orc in the stomach, and then monitors her reaction. Despite her best effort to retain her composure, Xena cannot stop a soft moan from escaping her lips.

"Woah," the half-orc lets out. "Did you really like that? Do you get pleasure out of getting whacked?"

Xena's lips tremble. She doesn't want to answer his question.

"Pig, dear, you shouldn't ignore your friends' questions." The witch's tone makes it sound like she's reprimanding a child for forgetting to do their daily task. "From now on," she adds, lacing her words with arcane sparks, "you shall answer every question asked, and truthfully so."

Xena whinces, but she feels her mouth starting to move against her will. "Y-yes, I liked that."

Kazath whistle, impressed. He slowly walks around the pig, checking out her backside. He kicks the back of her knees, forcing her down to a kneeling position. He then grabs her hair and pulls it forcefully. The tingle in her scalp is corrupted as it passed through her head, and she silently curse once she begins feeling a weird pleasure. Getting her hair pulled shouldn't feel so... so good.

"And this? You like this?" He asks the question right by her ear, and she can smell his warm breath as he does so.

"Y-yeah."

"And what about this?" He pinches one of her nipples with his free hand and twists it roughly.

She bites her lip in an effort to stop herself from talking, but her mouth opens of its own volition after less than five seconds. "Yes! Aaah, yes, I like it!"

He leaves her hair alone in order to grab both of her breasts in his hands. For what feels like hours, he tortures her breasts, pinching, twisting, biting, sucking, flicking, squeezing. Every interaction brings her pleasure, and her bliss continually climbs until she feels herself getting close to a climax. She almost can't believe it, but she's about to cum from having her boobs played with and tormented.

"I'm getting close," she mutters through her drooling mouth. "I'm going to... I'm gonna... aaah..."

And then, he stops. A few seconds more and he would've made her cum.

"Why did you stop?" She loudly lamented. "I was just about to..." She stops mid-sentence when she realizes what she is saying. A quick look around reveals that everyone in the room is watching her with interest, amusement, or both.

"Naughty sows don't deserve orgasms," Kazath whispers in her ear.