The Keys, the club, and the loincloth

The armor, though it is half plate, is still way oversized for you. However, the club is something you can wield with two hands, not one. At least it's a weapon. You take the keyring and slide it over your wrist in an admiring way. The keys may or may not come in handy. They could open a couple of doors to freedom, or maybe a couple of chests of some very worthwhile treasure, perhaps even the things that were taken from you when you were captured. The Orc is wearing a nice, soft leather loincloth that would make a nice wrap around skirt for you to cover the bottom of your ripped and tattered dress. You notice how easy it is to remove, since it's tied at both sides of his body. That means no straining to roll the big lug over. You untie it, and take it, wrapping it securely around your waist, and tying it off.

Suddenly your eyes are attracted to the enormity of the dead Orc's penis. Even in its softened state, it's very big. You can't help but think about it being in your mouth as the pungent aroma wafts up your nasal passages like some kind of aphrodisiac. That ball sack is huge too! You can just imagine all the delicious sperm it would deliver down your throat. You find yourself wondering if you would be able to guzzle it all, or if it would squirt out of your mouth, and cause you to gag. Then you imagine being **** to ride that big rod, allowing it to spray endless amounts of unwelcome sperm into your fertile womb, causing you to become pregnant with an Orc baby! You suddenly go weak with desire as your hands stray to your breast and up under your makeshift skirt.

The sound of slow, heavy footsteps suddenly brings you back to reality. Orcs! And they're close! You frantically gather yourself together, but freeze again as you catch yourself looking at the dead Orc's flaccid but massive cock. A wicked thought now entertains your mind as you sensually lick your lips. Maybe you should let them catch you? But would they fuck you, or **** you? Or maybe do both? You only have seconds to decide as the footfalls grow closer...