"As it turns out, you were lucky we were around," the younger of the ogres said.  He looked like he was only a couple years past adolesence, but somehow more...seasoned.    He had bulging muscles, and wore only a loincloth.  "The orcs...when they capture a human female, the leaders usually just leave her for the troops, as a camp slave.  They rarely last more than a week or two.  But, as it turns out, the orc leader owes us a favor.  So...you can be our personal slave.  No orc or goblin will dare touch you.  Of course, we will...but beggars cannot be choosers, as your race says."  The ogre looked at her for an answer.