Leandra gave Dorian a long and sad look, then closed her eyes as she felt something die inside her. “Nylfami,” she began. “Give me Dorian and go find Nori.” When she got no response, she turned to see Nylfami staring at her with cold, hard eyes.

“Captain,” she said in a flat voice. “Surely you are not-

“Enough,” Leandra snapped. “Do as I say.”

Nylfami’s face was tight with anger and her eyes were full of disgust. For a moment Leandra thought her old friend was actually about to defy her, but the elf obeyed at last, handing Dorian over to Leandra and walking away stiffly without a word.

“C…captain?” Dorian moaned, her eyes fluttering open. She saw the orc and cringed in fear, shivering weakly in Leandra’s arms. “What’s… what’s going on?”

“You’re just baggage now, girl,” Gorbag grunted. “More trouble than you’re worth. But don’t worry… you’re still good for one thing.” He grinned a nasty smile, smacking his round, wiggling belly.

“S-shut up…” Dorian stammered. “Th-they would… never…” The teenage girl looked up at Leandra, whose face was hard and impassive.

“Make it quick,” Leandra snapped at the orc. “Don’t make her suffer long.” Dorian’s eyes went wide and the color drained from her cheeks.

“You don’t get to tell me how to enjoy my food,” he huffed, holding out one expectant hand. “But I’m guessing she won’t last long no matter what I do, so don’t worry about it.”

“C-captain, you… no, you can’t…” tears welled in the broken girl’s eyes as she tried to squirm, gasping in pain. “Please, please… don’t give me to him… leave me here but d-don’t let him have me…” Leandra said nothing. What was there to say? She just held out the poor girl, who sobbed as Gorbag took hold of her. “No, no, not again, please no, PLEASE…” she begged pitifully, whining in pain as the orc handled her carelessly, holding her up to sniff her.

“She still smells a bit like my gut,” he muttered with a shrug. “Up the bum it is!”

“NOOOO!” Dorian wailed as he swung her around to his backside, aiming her pitiful face under his loincloth towards his no doubt disgusting ass cheeks.

Prrrff. An untimely fart slipped out, and even Leandra’s eyes watered at the stench. “Whoops. Guess this bitch is already making me gassy. Unlucky you,” he grunted blithely, before shoving Dorian face first into his asshole. Her desperate squeals of pain, horror and disgust were muted by his flesh, joining the dying wails of the woman already being digested in his gut. Leandra kept her face straight. She had made her decision, and now she would live with it.

“I will be calling on that favor,” she warned, and Gorbag waved dismissively.

“Yes, yes. I’ll honor it,” he burped up some of the barmaid’s hair. “Now I got some bitches to boil. Let me know if you ever want to sell another one.”

Leandra turned and walked away, shutting out the sound of Dorian’s agonized, heartbroken sobs. The guilt would come later, but for now she had work to do. She found the other three girls just out side the village, congregated under a tree. Nylfami refused to look at her, staring stone-faced into the distance. Nori watched the captain nervously, and Ulanda leaned casually against the tree, arms crossed.

“You did the right thing, captain,” the big woman said. “She would have been too much trouble. At least this way she can die with some dignity.”

"There was no dignity in that," Leandra snapped bitterly. "There was nothing noble about what I just did. It was pragmatism. It was survival. Don't pretend like it was anything else."