<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Barge</span></b><br/><br/>If Lydia was going to be in charge soon, she needed to get used to dealing with the orcs, so as she is scooped up, she does give the suggested order,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“Big orcs first, then smaller ones!”</span><br/><br/>And then she is dragged off to Grull’s cabin. Dangling over his shoulder doesn’t give her a ton of options, but she does press her lips to the green flesh of his back, letting a trail of kisses trace down his spine. She’s pretty sure that’ll confuse him again. When she gets tossed on the bed, she gives a naughty little grin.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“I’ve been looking forward to this.” </span>Her hands move up, undoing the ties holding her top closed, leaving herself open down to her midriff. She hikes her skirt up and looks to Grull.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“Now … rip her panties off. Slaves have to *earn* underwear.”</span><br/><br/>It’s best to start with familiar settings, and half-clothed women is probably a typical experience for the war chief.<br/><br/>Lydia keeps using that strange third person way of referring to herself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">“Next, fuck her. If she cries, protests, or struggles, begs you to stop, slap her face or tits to remind her this is a slave's *job*. If she says you're too big or too strong or that it hurts, then fuck her harder. If she keeps it up, threaten to fuck her ass instead.”</span>