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Zahrine said nothing. All around her, she could hear the rustling of armor, the idle grunting of other members from the ambush party, and the gentle growling from the overgrown wolves that the orcish equivalent of a cavalry would ride into battle astride. “You trespass on our land – on orc land, you do, meat.” A flash of anger cast across the british disheveled visage of the decorated guild raidmaster. “I was just passing through,” Zahrine replied with the practice poise and confidence that brought her up through the ranks of her raiding guild in the first place. “No good – no good, eh, brothers?” spoke the orc, first to her, then querying the cavalcade of adversaries that had dispatched her in record time. A clamor of approving grunts shot through the party around her. A couple of hollers rang out into the otherwise still, quiet forest. “Must make her pay toll!” “We take pay from human meat girl!” In service to the demands of the couple dozen orcs in the party encircling her, the foot on her back was removed and Zahrine was snatched off of the ground by the back of her neck. She had an opportunity to fight back, here. With her hands free as she dangled from the muscled grasp of the orc, she called up a burst of void energy and prepared to accelerate it outwards. If she could clear the field for a moment – or, at least, temporarily render them unable to give chase, she might be big able to mount Justice and tear off down the trail. All the magic in the world was of little use when the knotted wooden war club of an orc crashes into the side of one’s only skull. Zahrine’s vision faded out completely for a moment before blurring back into clarity a full second or two later. When it did, she was rubbing noses with the slack-jawed mug of an orc boasting lower fangs that extended up over his bottom lip and halfway up the bridge of his nose butt on ass either side of his wide, squat face. She could feel his hot, acrid breath beating down onto her as he growled. When the orc’s guttural evocations bellowed, a spray of spittle escaped his throat and misted her face. “No good, meat!” chortled the orc lifting her, punctuating her humiliating stun with a belly laugh. His derisive laugh was bolstered with a crescendoing chorus from the other orcs around her. Zahrine knew, then, that this particular brute was the chief among the band of ambushers. Being the tactical mastermind that she was after having been swiftly overrun by these pea-brained thugs, she also knew that she was his prisoner now. “You pay toll!” grunted the commanding orc before beginning to pull away parts of her decorated, ornate armor plating. Piece after piece was ripped from her, snapping away the leather straps that bound each half of the clamshell designs. One by one, each layer of her protection was strewn about on the ground until nothing was left on her body. Nubile and baring all, Zahrine dangled there helplessly as the eyes of several dozen orcs poured over her – admiring their prize catch of the afternoon. What this ‘toll’ was, she could only make an informed guess at. “Tiny humans only good for one thing, I say!” announced the chief in a remark that seemed more aimed at his men rallied all around him than at Zahrine, the ‘tiny human,’ herself. The incapacitated mage felt herself being lowered toward the ground by the vice wrapped around the back of her neck and was face-to-face with an engorged orcish cock. In contrast with the rest of the chief’s skin, his dick was a deep shade of sage – no doubt from the blood rushing to it in anticipation of making use of what Zahrine was ‘good for’ in his degrading view of humans. The head at the tip of the swollen shaft was a dark shade of purple, and flared out in a ridge of knobs and bumps that resembled warts. A dribbling stream of milky precum oozed from the tip of the pipe aimed at her threateningly. She felt the knobbly cocktip press up against her lips exploratorily, and Zahrine protested with pursed lips and clenched teeth. She had been beaten off her horse like it was easy, but she wasn’t about to slurp on some orc dick because she was easy. Having no patience for Zahrine’s lack of willing participation in being the spoils of their victory, the chief swung his hips to the side, and then thrust them back the opposite direction with thundering results. 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