By midday the next day Gwendalyn and Cockweasel finally rode into the army campsite located right near the frontlines of the war against the orcs. It was a small camp of rangers away from the main host of the army. There were only about twenty soldiers there including a medic and the commander, Captain Harlen.
It was the Captain that greeted them as they dismounted.
"You must be Lady Gwendalyn," he said, bowing as he helped the paladin down off her warhorse. He barely gave Cockweasel a glance.
"Yes, thank you for your help in this mission Captain," replied Gwendalyn politely.
The captain was a tall, good looking middle aged soldier with black hair showing some streaks of grey and a neatly trimmed black mostache. "It is our pleasure to assist such a valiant and if you don't mind me saying, beautiful knight," he said, kissing the back of Gwendalyn's hand gallantly.
Cockweasel wondered what the chivalrous captain would have said if he'd seen the paladin last night. On her knees with a goblin's cock shoved into her tonsils.
Captain Harlen offered his arm to Lady Gwendalyn and led her across the camp towards his command tent. Cockweasel hurried along behind them, completely ignored by the human ranger.
"So you've been able to locate the encampment where they have the orc?" Gwendalyn asked as they walked.
"We have," replied Harlen. "Originally it was our unit that learnt of this Foulfang's intention to desert. We were moments away from intercepting his escape when the orcs recaptured him. I had hoped that I would have personally been given the mission to break him out, but General West believed you had some unique skills and were better suited to the task." The captain glanced distastefully back at where Cockweasel was hurrying along behind them.
"How many orcs are we expecting at the prison site?" Gwendalyn asked as they ducked to enter Captain Harlen's tent.
"According to our scouts there are at least fifty orcs present, that's not including those held prisoner, as well as a handful of goblin underlings."
Cockweasel entered the tent behind them. It was quite sparse, a stretcher in one corner with a chest at the foot, probably containing the Captain's personal belongings. In the centre was a table that was apparently used for strategising. Rolled out on the table were a number of maps as well as some navigational equipment.
Harlen led them right up to the table and pulled out a map of the immediate area, rolling it out on top of the clutter of other maps. He stabbed his finger down on the map. "We're here at the moment, about a mile away from these hills here," he explained. "The goblin prison is about half a mile further in. We can get you to the hills, but from there you're on your own. A small group, just the two of you should be able to slip right up to the orc prison unnoticed. Getting inside however is another matter."
"We've got it covered," Cockweasel assured him, speaking for the first time.
Harlen ignored him completely and turned to Lady Gwendalyn. "It's not going to be easy, and getting out is likely to be just as difficult. Two hours after we drop you off we'll mount a raid on the orc encampment, we're outnumbered so don't expect it's the cavalry coming to bail you out, but it should act as a diversion to give you a chance to slip away in the chaos."
"Thank you," said Gwendalyn, touching the soldier's arm. "We'll need all the help we can get."
"I'll be praying for your safe return," Harlen told her.
***
They waited until just before dusk to make their move. After being escorted to the foot of the hills by Captain Harlen and his men, Gwendalyn and Cockweasel had travelled the rest of the way quickly, making good time.
From their vantage point, crouched behind some thick foliage they could see the entrance to the orc prison. It was a cave of some sort, no doubt quite large if the numbers that Captain Harlen had quoted were correct.
"Wear this," instructed Cockweasel, handing a small brown smock to her.
Gwendalyn looked at it in surprise, realising it was the dress worn by the nymph that had attacked Cockweasel a few days ago. "You kept it?' she queried in surprise.
Cockweasel shrugged. "Hey, it's not every day I get kissed like that."
Gwendalyn frowned but decided not to ask. She glanced around to look for a place to get changed.
"Quick, just do it here," urged the goblin.
"Okay," she agreed, remembering the clock was ticking. The rangers would be mounting a diversionary assault in less than an hour and a half from now.
Gwendalyn felt a little bashful at stripping in front of Cockweasel, especially knowing what a lecherous fellow he was, but she didn't really have much choice. She yanked her torn tunic up over her head, trying to keep one arm across her bare breasts at all times.
Cockweasel grinned and licked his lips as he watched the topless paladin. Her big tits were difficult to keep covered as she struggled into the nymph's smock and his stares were rewarded with a few nice peeks of her dark, pointed nipples. What he'd give to suck on those jugs for a while.
The smock was very tight, made for the much small nymph it was a tough job to get into. The brown gown stretched very tight across Gwendalyn's expansive bosom, almost threatening to rip and leaving very little to the imagination. It was low cut, only millimetres short of exposing the edge of her areola's and showing plenty of deep cleavage.
Gwendalyn reached under the hem of the smock and unfastened her leather pants, tugging them down and trying to keep the hem of the smock from riding up too much. The short dress showed off her long, trim legs to excellent effect, so short that it almost exposed the lower slopes of her firm buttocks at the back.
"You look great," said Cockweasel once she was ready, eyeing her up lecherously and licking his lips in admiration.
"Let's get this over and done with," muttered the paladin, stashing her clothes and longsword at the base of a nearby bush. She felt very exposed, not just by the tiny smock, but also by the fact she'd be going into the orc lair weaponless.
"Let's get you looking like a prisoner then," Cockweasel moved in front of her and tied her wrists together in front of her, taking his time and being sure to get a good up close look into her cleavage as he did so. He used a loose knot that Captain Harlen had shown him so that Gwendalyn could break free in a moment if required.
"There we go," announced Cockweasel once he was happy with the knot, he reached around and gave her a pat on the ass, causing her to almost jump in surprise.
Gwendalyn glared angrily at him. "Just behave yourself. Remember I can get out of these ropes if necessary!"
