"Doesn't answer my question, Assassin," Smed growled, and one of the orcs slugged her in the ribs.
The one who wasn't pinning her slipped his hands beneath her panties, probing with his finger as he slipped it inside of her.
"Yep, she's pure alright, boss," the orc said, smiling hungrily.
"Shit, I can't just sit here and watch, then," Smed chuckled.
Smed undid his belt.
"I'm gonna kill you nice and slow, assassin. Might take days, might take weeks. Might even take me a month, but I'm gonna make sure you spend your days screamin' till your throat's sore."