While Rayne rolled out from under her orc and staggered to her feet, Sylvia drew her backup weapon - an elven curve blade - and sliced her own orc with it, rather than waste time searching for her bow.<br/><br/>Rayne could almost see the gears turning slowly in the brute's ugly head - simply pushing down the girls and having their way with them wasn't working, so the orcs were going back to their original plan: beat the girls down into submission first! They bent down to pick up their greataxes, and while Rayne couldn't really take advantage of the momentarily distraction with her bow, Sylvia seized the opportunity for a second slash at her orc's back.<br/><br/>Everything seemed under control, Rayne and Sylvia were going one-on-one each against a wounded orc... and then the barbarian swung his axe and connected on her exposed belly, between the mithal chain covering her chest and the skirt around her hips. Despite the sensory filters that prevented her from feeling pain, the blow was powerful enough to cause a mild stomachache. Then Rayne blacked out, probably before she could be properly surprised at the deadliness of the blow, her HP spent!<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Round 4</div><div class="spoiler_body">Sylvia draws her elven curve blade (move action) and attacks Orc 2 (21 to hit, 11 damage)<br/>Orcs pick up their greataxes<br/>Orc 2 provokes AoO from Sylvia: 27 to hit, 13 damage<br/><br/>Orc 1 power attacks Rayne: Natural 20, confirmation 17, C-C-CRITICAL HIT for 71 damage!!!<br/>Critical effect (because I r ebil DM  &gt;:)): 3 con damage! Rayne's max and current HP drop by 11!<br/>Rayne is at -2 HP and unconscious!<br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/>When Rayne came to, the first thing she heard was a woman's moans, men's grunts, and the<em>schlip schlop</em>of flesh smacking against flesh. Opening her eyes a terrible and erotic sight greeted her...<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Sylvia's Defeat (NSFW)</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/sample_60c0789b3e74947aaf39e0f34840a76d_zpsrhacedtu.jpg)<br/></div></div><br/><br/>The competent, confident Horizon Walker that Rayne had known was being fucked by both orcs at the same time, their thick warty cocks spreading both her front and rear entrances obscenely wide. Stripped of her armor and most of her clothes except for a few scraps that did nothing to preserve her dignity, Sylvia sported a new collar, manacles and chains - upon a second look, it was thankfully a mundane metal collar, not the deadly slave<em>collar</em>that was causing so much trouble. She was bouncing up and down on the orcs' laps seemingly of her own accord, one of them had a hand on her head, in her hair, to guide her movements and push her down to drop harder on the downstroke, while the other mauled and squeezed her large freely swaying tits, but most of the work she was doing herself. The elf's mouth hung open, tongue lolling out as she cried out in pleasure. One more loud scream and her legs were quivering, her body clenching up tightly while her juices ran down thighs already wet with mixed orc and elven fluids - it looked like this wasn't her first climax, or even her second - and the orcs grabbed her by the hips and continued bouncing her on their meaty shafts while she mewled and orgasmed helplessly on them, until they too shot their loads of smelly off-white spunk inside and all over her crotch.<br/><br/>Finally done, they pulled Sylvia's limp, fucked-silly, senseless body off their rods and tossed her behind them carelessly, into the cage that Rayne found herself in, their cum oozing slowly out of her gaping, abused holes. Rayne and Sylvia were in a prison cage on a cart, the two surviving orcs driving it, pulled by a squat, stocky draft horse. The sky was pink and it looked like the early predawn hours of the morning, and they were moving north towards the mountains. The arcane archer herself had a metal collar - again thankfully mundane - around her neck, and her arms were tied behind her back and tied together by manacles at the wrists and elbows that were linked by chains that clinked when she moved. Her wound was dressed, with bandages wrapped around her belly and dyed pink. It appeared that she had avoided sharing Sylvia's fate while she was out cold, thanks to her injury... but for how long now that she woken up?<br/><br/>Of her gear there was no sign, although the seat that the orcs were sitting on at the front of the cart was actually a flat-topped chest upon a second look, and most likely it was stowed there. It wasn't as though the game would confiscate her entire inventory without some way of reclaiming it... right?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>(Rayne has 1 HP, is tied up, and her gear is unavailable.)</em>