An explosion of pleasure jolted Erica back into consciousness. She moaned, as she tried to pull herself out of the person her dick was in. Instead, she felt her clit slide off the dick of a large, musclebound half orc, who seemed to have fallen asleep after his last ejaculation. Trying to sit up, she felt a tugging from where her right hand was shackled above her head. Fear gripped her as she realized her situation. He had thought this would just be a roleplaying game, not some weird, magic transformation game. She thought for a moment as she scanned her surroundings. She seemed to be within a primitive hut, and she had not only a collar around her neck, but she was handcuffed to the bed. A sickening feeling settled in her stomach. She had become some sort of sex slave to this half orc or his tribe. The sickening feeling was replaced by panic, as she tried again to free her wrist, but had no more luck. She took a deep breath, and tried to take stock of her situation.
From her prone position on the bed, she examined her body. Below the large breasts, she saw a fit, athletic runners body with shapely legs, and completely devoid of hair. She avoided looking at her still dripping nether regions to her toes. She had picked Rogue. While she seemed to be some kind of sex slave now, perhaps those skills still lingered. Perhaps with the long nails on her toes could be used to pick the lock? Then again, she was only handcuffed by one hand. Perhaps if she dislocated her fingers, she could get her hand out. The last option was the rags next to her bed. She doubted her lockpicking tools would be in there, but if they were, she could probably reach them in order to use those to undo her bonds.