Joli moved quickly, her breathing still hard and fast, causing her breasts to heave.  Her nipples brushed against the silken slickness of the moonsilk garment she wore and exciting her further.  She moved to her rope and cut off a few feet of the silk rope and quickly made ready to bind the orc's feet and hands.  She first drug the orc over towards one of the heavy tables.  Putting his wrists against the heavy table leg she bound the wrists together and against the table leg.  Then she pulled the orc's pants off, stripping him naked and making sure there were no weapons or clothing anywhere near him.  Then binding his ankles together she looked down at her prisoner.  His cock looked a little thicker than she was used too from the humans, but pretty much the same over all.  Saving skin color of course.<br/><br/>She gathered her dagger and wedged it, point first, into the table over the orc's head.  Somewhere she could grab it easily, but it was well out of reach of the orc.  Then she'd squat down, straddling the orc's legs.  His shaft was still hard and her cunny moistened, a single moist droplet cooling on her labia.  She leaned forwards and gripped the shaft.  She stroked her hand down, pulling the skin of the hard tool down, pulling the foreskin away from his swollen glans and exposing the sensitive skin behind the crown.  With her other hand she'd tickle the soft skin there very softly and say quietly, "Wake up Druk, you've been beaten.  But wake up and talk to me... make yourself useful and I might choose to use your pole for my own desires."<br/><br/>If he was too slow in waking up, she would flick with her finger sharply at one of the orbs in his pouch below his shaft before repeating her comment.