Clara gasped as she felt the warm tongue and hands starting to tease and toy with her.  "Hey... get your face away from me!" She cried out.  She grunted and bucked her hips as much as she could back into the dwarf to try and get him off of her.  She heard the chair scraping along the floor and knew that whoever came up next wasn't planning on using their mouth on her.  She had to do something, and was about to try and get free again when she felt the orc on top of her slump.  His weight became dead weight on top of her, and she knew the man was either dead or knocked out.  Someone had come to help them out.<br/><br/>However, the huge orc was still on top of her, keeping her pinned down on the table and her legs were still bound and spread leaving her with no chance of freedom, and then she felt the new body scrambling on top of her.  It seemed as though a brawl was happening around her, but she couldn't join in on it.  Hoping that she could move the weight that was on top of her, she tried to work herself back up off the table, if she could at least get back to standing rather than being bent over, she might be able to find a way out of the situation she was in, or at least see what in the world was going on around her.  She could feel the dwarf still lapping at her pussy, and she had to fight to keep from moaning and giving the man any extra pleasure out of what he was doing to her.