<span style="font-size: 18px"><b>The Barge</b></span><br/><br/>Grull looked at Lydia with a somewhat blank expression.  The simple words she had used previously were getting a bit harder to follow.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)"> "Shackles, yes." </span>Which was about the only part of what she said that made any sense to him.  He opened one of the cell doors and a set of metal cuffs which still appeared soiled with the blood of its last occupant hung from the ceiling.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Very strong." </span>He told her as if seeking her approval of his task before catching himself once more.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"But orcs fuck first then shackle, no room for many orcs in cell." </span>A bit of confidence returning to his gruff voice as he got himself back onto the more familiar ground of fucking slaves.  He was trying to remember what he was supposed to be coming towards Lydia for, something like binding and gagging her, but her touch seemed to drive such thoughts from his mind, he wasn't particularly good at compartmentalizing.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Grull lead many raids, take many slaves." </span>He said, reaffirming her own flattery of him.  It was a bit more boast than fact, but for a guy who needed to take off his boots to count over ten, he wasn't blatantly lying.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Dick duty, fuck duty, what is the difference?."</span>He asked, looking at her with a puzzled expression before his eyes began to focus on her breasts.  Typically the chief would have first sample of any new slaves but Grull still hadn't finished his business with Lydia and he was already pushing his luck with the crew.  Trying to keep two of two slaves to himself would likely mean he was fighting them all before the moon rose.  He puzzled over the word schedule for a few moments then came to some realization.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"Oh that easy, big orcs fuck first, then smaller, they work it out."</span>He said, nodding to her as if they were on the same page, scheduling orcs was easy, or at least Grull thought so.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(251, 160, 38)">"You tell little orcs to watch river, steer barge, they not like it but they obey."  </span><br/><br/>As her hand stroked his codpiece he was pretty much done discussing ship's business.  He smiled wickedly then stooped slightly to scoop her up over his shoulder.  Walking back towards his cabin she would have a good view from her elevated position to bark out any orders she might want to throw out there but she would need to be quick about it.  Whether the orcs would listen or not, was another matter, though they had clearly seen her acting as something of a peer to their chief, even if he was hauling her to his cabin for fuck duty.  She also had full use of her mouth and hands, at least for the moment.