<b>The Evermoor Way - 5 hours east of Yartar</b><br/><br/>Grull's eyes narrowed as the beautiful elf-like creature that was now, he thought, his slave confused him with her rapid but simple talk laced with compliments and sexual innuendo.  This was not at all how such raids were supposed to go and this female didn't seem to understand her part in this whole thing, where she were supposed to fight if she could or at least make a fuss.  Instead she was like the ring leader of her own abduction and rape.  As he was thrown towards her, he catches himself with one powerful arm beside her to keep from crushing her.  The other hand somehow ends up just above her full bosom which jiggled enticingly from the motion of the carriage.  He looks on with disbelief as she not only doesn't fight him but instead shoves his big green hand into her top.  A handful of tit for a creature like Grull was an impressive bust indeed.  He squeezed her tit flesh even as he snarled at her, his hot breath on her face and cleavage, he knew she was up to something but couldn't quite put his finger on it.  But instead of wilting like a flower she begin to undo the buttons on her vest, exposing more of her firm ripe melons.  He feels like he should be forcing himself on her, shredding her clothing, but she constantly seems one step ahead of him, throwing him off his usual game of plundering.<br/><br/>The nuisance door she closes then he sees her trap as she casts a spell which he is certain will throw him out of the carriage or turn him into a flaming pile of ash, or maybe a newt.  He can't move quick enough to stop her as he held himself up with one hand and the other she cleverly lured to her bosom.  He winces as she speaks her magic but instead of searing pain the door simply stays closed now.  He looks at the door then at his new 'slave', his orc brain struggling to make heads or tails of this creature.  She touches his orchood through his loincloth, one thick green eyebrow raises, as she talks of him gagging her in a very clever way.  His mind struggles to catch up with her but before he sees it for himself he is thrown back as the carriage heads down a steep embankment away from the road and towards the river.  He lands hard on his back on the opposite seat.  Lydia is thrown as well so that she is now on top of him.  Her heavy breasts spilling out of her open top practically into his face.    The gilded carriage clearly not meant for off road use and the orcs now leading the carriage having little knowledge of such fine livery.