<div class="floatright">(http://i62.tinypic.com/2uorvhc.jpg)</div>Althea Bellamont (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1OZ4JZc8dUtsDDzvje7cu4iKLXCccyiYPLcGb0D9RO2M/edit)<br/><br/>Despite being unaware of the orc's goal, Althea does her best to hold in her voice and resist the pleasure that she is feeling.  But there is no hope, as her large sensitive breasts are squeezed again and again.  Althea writhes in the orc's grasp, tossing her head this way and that, her luxurious black hair swirling about her bare shoulders.  Her breath comes in gasps and moans as the orc's fingers press relentlessly into the flesh of her breasts, sending shocks of pleasure through her body.  It seems that her nipples are especially sensitive, her moans growing in volume everytime the delicate pink nubs are directly stimulated by the orc's fingers.  Her voice grows louder, less restrained, as time passes, and the sensations become harder to resist.<br/><br/>"Oh!"  Althea cries out, this time in surprise, as the orc suddenly pulls her roughly against him, her breasts mashing against his hand.  Behind her, she can feel her bare skin against the orc's, soft against hard.  Hard... her eyes widen as her awareness of a hardening bulge grows.  The thought is interrupted, though as his fingers stroke her slit through her panties.  Althea moans, loud and long, her lovely features twisting in pleasure as he stimulates her.<br/><br/><em>It's not true!</em>Althea grits her teeth, her face twisting away from the orc, and his words.  The words give her new awareness, though; Althea blinks as she suddenly realizes how loosely the orc is holding onto her.  Desperately, her lithe body twists, and she breaks free.  Gasping in sudden relief, Althea twists into a roll, agile despite her tied hands, and unsteady legs.  She lurches upright, making a desperate dash away from her tormentor.