Poor Jax could not do anything but get dragged toward her. He had no idea if her grip and his resistance would tear his manhood right off at the roots.
His eyes fell on the poor barbarians who were staring at him. They all looked in the most miserable state possible.
Some were pinned down by their orc masters with a heavy foot planted on their asses. Others who were not pinned could not even move because their lower bodies had completely given up.
Jax pictured his own future and thought, 'Like hell I am letting this happen. I would rather die fighting than get dragged around like some broken toy for these green bitches.'
He pulled one of his swords from the crossed scabbards on his back and swung it hard. He aimed straight for the hand that was dragging him by the cock. 'Now scream for me, bitch.'
