She struggled against her restraints, to tear herself off, to find even a little bit of writhing room, but it was no use. Every movement she made, the rope only buried itself deeper into her chaffed skin, her body aching at being stretched to its limits.
The hulking leader of the Orcs finally came over, to the cheers and hollering of his mates. Tyrande ceased her resistance, closed her eyes, and breathed in deep. When her eyes opened again, the leader was towering above her, rubbing his massive cock in anticipation. She glared up at him, the cold glow of her eyes burning with determination.
"Do your worst."