Merrick paused as he climbed, looking back down toward Otavia.<strong>"What...?"</strong>As he saw her scamper down the chute, a look of concern crossed his face.<strong>"What are you doing?"</strong>he hissed urgently, but he nevertheless obeyed her command and continued to climb.<br/><br/>The half-orc who had cast the spell looked Otavia up and down, his dark eyes lingering for a moment on her breasts, her cleavage thrust out most alluringly as she stood at attention.  She could see his straining cock twitch, as his mind clearly was filled with images of just what he meant to do with her body.  She couldn't help wondering, would he force her to her knees and force himself into her mouth?  Would he and his fellow wrestle her to the ground, tear away her clothes, and fuck her?  Or did they have more ways to control her mind?  Could they control her body and make her cooperate with their desires?<br/><br/>She could hear the other one step to his feet and walk up alongside her, and she felt his powerful hand caressing her shoulders, her neck, with an agonizing slowness sliding up.  Just before he could tighten his fist around her hair, asserting his control over her body, she managed to jerk her head away, leaving his fist empty.<br/><br/>The one before her seemed surprised, and he too reached out, trying to grab her by the arm and pull her against his bare body.  Otavia could feel his control of her slipping away, however, and managed somehow to wrench herself out of his grasp.<br/><br/>The two half-orcs stared at her, apparently stunned that she had resisted them even as she was under their control.  And she saw an opening where she just might be able to get out of this.