<b><span style="font-size: 18px">The Barge</span></b><br/><br/>Lydia's flying palm made firm contact with Jenine's unseen rump, audible despite the solid skirt. She threw a glare back, though she wasn't *that* angry about it... if anything, it had just made her life *far* more interesting. But she hadn't even begun to see what would happen to her... she'd save her praises for if she was in one piece by morning. I heard these orcs eat people... she shuddered in revulsion as she was prodded along. Myth, probably, but it had been awfully strong where she came from.<br/>Soon her wrists were claimed by the beasts, trussed tightly along with a bag that left her vision virtually blind. If it weren't for the initial shock still holding her up, that condition alone  would arouse her. Quickly she passed between hands, and it took little time at all for her to stumble and squeal as one grabbed her... then another... muttering dangerously and leering in anticipation she could see very well despite the blindness. Piece by piece the already humble made appeared ragged, and her step certainly declined with her appearance.<br/><br/>She balked as her shoulder was left bare, coming dangerously close to revealing her. She slowed and squirmed, instinctively twisting her arms up with a yelp to futily fight for some level of modesty - ironic for her, but she wasn't about to stop and think about it. Moments later her womanhood was dangerously left exposed, leaving her stumbling more raggedly. If they were waiting for her to fall, they'd have very little time left. She shuddered as one remarked about their prize; a catch she was, a catch about to be taken...<br/><br/>She teetered dangerously the moment her undergarments were stripped, and with a shuddering moan her knees began to give as the smoldering tongue made its presence known on her maidenhood. Already, she was losing... not that she could ever win. With an anguished cry she dropped to her knees, too unstable to do more than twist her knees after the much more forward tease. With her arms knocking painfully to the wooden surface she surrendered, dropped on her side, chest heaving as her distraught appearance was left helpless before the crowd. What use would standing be anymore... it was the end, and an end she wasn't going to fight beyond feeble, halfhearted rebellion.