Story Part 33 (Patreon)

“Well, get this human rat on her knees!” Therliss tried to resist, but the bodyguard pinched a pressure point near her clavicle, and she dropped to her hands and knees.

“Fiesty!” the Jarl laughed, “I like this one. Still, I think her cheeks could use the same treatment we were giving the elf.” Again, the bodyguard got right to work punishing the ranger’s full, muscular glutes.

Therliss gritted her teeth, trying not to give the orcs the satisfaction of seeing her pain, but after a few minutes, her eyes teared up, and welled over.