Shanks

"She's scary-looking, choose her!" Bogga shouts as she points at Shanks, the blushing, bashful half-orc.

"No! Pick that cuddly dwarf!" Gobba says as she drinks from a very old bottle of champagne freshly freed from Hunk's wine cellar.

Rolga blushes in embarrassment. I'm cuddly? The dwarf thinks as she rubs her thighs together.

Grilda nods in approval at both suggestions, and then walks over to Shanks.

"I think you're the most dangerous, so we'll go with you next," Grilda says as she starts drawing elaborate markings down the half-orcs flat, muscular body.

Shanks snarls, trying to act tough even as a few of the goblins giggle and point at her dyed-pink, heart-shaped bush.

"We're going to do something a little different with you..." Grilda says as she draws long pink lines going from the half-orc's erect nipples down to her wet pussy.

Shanks tries to scowl, but that soon turns into fits of giggling as the pattern gets bigger and the symbols start to glow.

"I've always wanted my own pet half-orc," Grilda says as Shanks starts laughing harder and harder.

Soon the powerful half-orc is howling with laughter as she rolls around on the ground.

The other prisoners look on in the confusion as Shanks physically shakes loose of her bonds, but doesn't try to escape. Instead she just sits there on the ground, legs spread wide, running her fingers along her bare body and giggling with laughter as the goblin words for "Giggle Puss" (not that our heroes can read goblin) appears in glowing, hot pink letters above her crotch.

"W-WHAT DID YOU DO TO MEEEEEEEHEHEHEHEE!" Shanks wails as tears of laughter stream down her face.

Grilda smiles at her handy work. "Your skin's so sensitive now, anything will set you off."

"Pl-please! HAHAHAHA! S-STOP THIS! EHEHEHEHEE!" The mighty mercenary begs. "I'LL BE GOOOOD!" Shanks' face turns purple in shame. "PL-PLEASE! HEEEHEEEHEE! If you don't... I... I'm gonna pee myself!"

Grilda grins as the proud warrior is laid low. She mulls her plea over... and then leans in and starts tickling her.

"EEEK! NO! HEHEHEHEHEHE! NOOOOOOOOO!" Shanks squeals as she slides onto her back, legs in the air and lets loose a golden stream. "DON'T LOOK!"

But they all look, even Hunk, Hilda and Rolga.

The goblins erupt in laughter as Shanks desperately tries to cover her purple face, but even that little gesture is enough to get her laughing again.

"I think our orcish friend is going to need a diadee!" Grilda declares to the approving howls of her gang.

Shanks whimpers and looks around in utter humiliation, moving to a crawling position to try to hide her nakedness without touching herself, accidentally locking eyes with Hunk once more as she trembles in shame (and failing to notice his stiffening cock).

Soon two goblins are wrapping a bedsheet around her bum as a makeshift nappy while Grilda moves on to her next victim.