<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Barge</span></b><br/><br/>Lydia gives Jenine's butt a playful swat through her skirt,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"Don't worry, pet, once we get you chained up properly, you can do all the thrashing your heart desires."</span><br/><br/>Hopefully she would be able to attend to the poor thing after some of her initiation ordeal. Straightening, the half elf looks to Grull.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"I assume we have shackles around, with nice broad cuffs?" </span>In the absence of a rope-artist, chafing tended to be a problem. And she was pretty sure the little band wasn't skilled in slave-care. Yet.<br/><br/>Plark and Gnosh start to drag the bound woman to the cells.<br/><br/>Looking over to Grull with a pleased expression on her lips, Lydia approaches the war chief,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)"> "Mmm. That was fun. And you led so well."</span>her fingers trace up Grull's muscular arm.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"So lets make sure our new guest is properly entertained, but we should also set schedules for deck duty and fuck duty. We don't want the whole gang sleeping it off at the same time and no one watching the river, after all. But if we have a schedule so that each one knows when they get to fuck her, there should mostly be grumbling and not open rebellion."<br/>
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"As for you, chief ..." </span>Her hand teases it's way down the front of his codpiece.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(0, 168, 133)">"I think several shifts of back-to-back fuck duty are in order, don't you?"</span>Seeking the large shaft hidden within, Lydia's fingers begin to tease over the green monster. It'd keep him calm(ish) and perhaps a little worn out by the time they got to the city.<br/><br/>Hopefully by the time they reach Yartar, she'd have the orc chief exactly where she wanted him. Because really, her little gang needed proper supplies and outfitting. She knew they could afford it, thanks to her fat coinpurse, but didn't trust the discrimination of their taste. Of course, they'd need several barrels of alcohol too. It was important to lodge in the band's mind a dramatic difference between their pre- and post-Lydia lives.<br/><br/>And not to forget, she had a new pet to take care of. She was sure the orcs would do a fine job of applying the stick, so Lydia needed to prep some carrots for the girl.