<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Barge</span></b><br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="38468" data-username="@skyfetcher" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/38468/">@skyfetcher</a><br/>Given the distraction of the two natural leaders on board, the orcs did what orcs do when confronted with someone weaker than them, torment.  Wrists bound behind her, a black hood thrown over her head she was nearly helpless and completely blinded.  The orcs spread out on the foredeck, surrounding the poor girl.  Two of them grabbed her shoulders as she stood there, spinning her around enough to make her dizzy.  They all then stood back and watched her stagger like a drunk.  It was like a game to them, a cruel children's game.  If she came near to any of them they would grope her breasts, squeeze her ass, or lift her dress.  They tore at her clothing, though actually careful not to strip her, but each taking a small scrap of material like a trophy.  A moment of torment then they would push her back into the middle until she ran into another.<br/><br/>"Not the biggest tits."  A faceless voice called out as one shoulder of her dress was pulled down, exposing her shoulder and her left tit almost to the nipple.  "A nice ass though."  Another said as the back of her skirt was thrust up and over her head, further adding to her disorientation and exposure.<br/><br/>"This is a fine catch."  Yet another hissed into her ear as he grasped her around the hips from behind.  He lifted the front of her dress, exposing her long legs to the others, not seeing her from behind.  Another set of hands pulled her knickers down to her knees even as a hot tongue lapped at her now exposed sex, the thick orc tusks nibbling at her flesh before both backed away to let her flounder some more.  It was a favorite game of the crew and as long as she kept her feet, they would continue to tease her.  But once she fell, the game would become very different.