Chapter 2 - Playing the Part

A burly orc hand came down and slapped the right cheek of Felicia’s bare ass, accompanied by a few orcish words including “Zug Zug.” She glared at him out of the side of her eye, but didn’t turn her head because it would have ruined her angry glare to have him see her still gaping mouth. She was now able to make soft movements with it, but it was still to solid to close completely. She was now standing in the middle of the Horde camp, her arms bound in front of her in such a way that they pushed her perky breasts together, and her legs freed but pressed tightly together as if to ward off any wayward dicks trying to get in her. Ahead of her, holding the end of the rope on her wrists was the Blood Elf, who was busily arguing in orcish with a troll.


While she couldn’t understand a word they were saying, the troll pointing a large finger to her gaping mouth and then to the bulge in his pants left little to wonder about what he wanted. It annoyed Felicia because they had passed a half dozen night elf sentinels on the way in, waiting for a cock in a hole. I guess the troll just wanted a mouth to fuck, which would have been hard with the sentinels since the Orcs had no mouth restraints and the women of her society were resilient to being raped.

Mostly.

The pair of elves had been found by two orc scouts, both women, who appeared very distrusting of the blood elf in leather. They had spoken at length with frequent gestures to her, but eventually the elf turned and gathered the huntress’s discarded armor and pack, as well as Felicia's gun and her own daggers. Then the pair of scouts had led them towards the camp, all the while each stared at her in very different contexts. The larger orc woman on the left of her looked at her with disgust and disdain. The Blood Elf kept looking back to make sure neither of the scouts touched her. The one on the right was taking a keen interest in Felicia’s backside and getting very hot in the cheeks. The pair broke off when they reached the camp, pointing the elves towards the center.

Felicia was just finishing mapping the layout of the camp when she heard an Orcish curse word from the troll her captor was arguing with. She turned her head just in time to see the troll stomping off towards the slave posts. While she was happy he wasn’t going to get her mouth, she felt bad for the squeamish looking sentinel he was moving towards. Her look of worry was cut short when the blood elf jerked on the rope and pulled her deeper into the camp.

It wasn’t long before Felicia got her first look at the command tent, the entrance of which was guarded by two large Tauren warriors. Again there was an exchange of words she couldn’t understand, along with some pointing at her, before the woman turned to you and sighed and murmured, “they won’t let you inside, so you need to stay out here with the guards. They shouldn’t do anything, but…” Felicia waited for that answer, but her would be savior just handle the rope off and headed inside.

Felicia had never felt more exposed. Her breasts were pressed tightly together and her gear was with the Blood Elf, but the Tauren thankfully didn’t seem to care. They were on duty. The rest of the camp wandering by wasn’t as disciplined. Felicia had not had this many hands groping, squeezing, feeling, and sliding over her private parts since her last visit to Goldshire. By the time her elf friend walked out of the tent and grabbed her rope to lead her off, she was sure she would be sporting several new bruises just from the frequency of the groping, if not the intensity of some of the strong hands. They made their way to a small tent near the middle of camp, drawing the eye of plenty of soldiers until she was led inside. The way her captor walked around the empty tent as if she owned the place made Felicia figured it must be hers.

The elf pulled down her bandana and sighed, showing off a slim mouth with a scar running from just beneath her right eye down over her lips to the left side of her chin. She turned to Felicia then and rubbed her neck before saying, “This is awkward, but I need you to start grunting and moaning for me.”

The look Felicia gave off must have conveyed the proper amount of confusion despite her gaping mouth, because the elf rolled her eyes, “the only reason you aren’t tied to a post getting your alliance spirit fucked out of your tender holes is because I told them I had claiming rights and wanted you for myself. No doubt the captain is going to have people listening to see if I’m actually using you, so I need you to start acting like I’m raping you and you like it at least a bit.” With each word she began to strip out of her leather armor, revealing the surprisingly petite body underneath. Once her top was off, she cocked her head and waved her hand at Felicia to get on with it, “if you don’t fake it I’m going to have to actually fuck you. I’m sure that would make it hard to be friends later.”

Felicia didn’t need any more motivation. She found it surprisingly easy to grunt and groan despite the still softening sap in her mouth. The elf, meanwhile, stripped herself down until she was in a pair of matching red underwear, and began to run in place, do pushups, and other forms of physical activity, grunting slightly to herself and muttering or growling things in orcish. Between moans Felicia managed to cock an eyebrow, and the elf paused her orcish mutterings long enough to say “just playing my part and getting ready for my debut” as if that answered all the questions in the world. After a good half an hour of grunting, the elf began to increase her grunting and dishevel her hair as her words grew louder. Felicia got the hint and began really laying it on thick, surprising herself at the tingling between her legs at the strange show they were putting on for the camp. Finally the elf let out a roar and yelled in orcish a word Felicia actually understood as “FUCK!” before quieting down to just a few deep panting breaths. Playing her part, the young huntress dropped her voice down to a whimper and the blood elf smirked before moving in close and whispering into her ear.

 "That was fun. Now you stay here and get some rest. I’m going to wrangle up some food and maybe something to loosen that sap so you can actually talk.” She was about to leave when she added, "I’m Queldara by the way.”

With that she stood up, said something in orcish and walked out of the tent in her underwear, looking very smug. Outside she shouted something else and the camp around her rang out with cheers. Felicia couldn’t help but smirks (as best she could at least.) Apparently their little show was believable. She was about to rest her head down when she realized that her arms were still bound. She looked around and found one of Queldara’s knives, using it to slicing through the ropes. She debated on getting dressed, but some part of her mind told her she shouldn’t. It was hard to tell if the voice was saying that it wouldn’t be good to be found by the guards dressed again, or if she shouldn’t be caught by her Mistr–

By Elune, did she almost just call Queldara her Mistress? Her mind was still a bit hazing from whatever the Satyr’s had done to her, that was all. A bit of sleep and she’d be right as rain. Quickly laying her head on her pack she began to drift off, her mind wandering to the day. This morning she a sentinel for the alliance, now she was on a desperate path to stay out of the way of a line of Orc, Troll, and Tauren cock. Her mind was wandering so much she didn’t notice her hands doing much the same as she thought of what might happen to her. One was gripping a heavy breast and tweaking her sensitive nipple while the other was idly rubbing her pussy lips. The last thought before she passed out, exhausted, was being back tied up on that stump, but instead of Satyr’s she was thinking of Queldara punishing her for not performing well enough for the camp…

She fell asleep without actually processing that train of thought.