Miriam's Dance With Rogues

This story will borrow places from a game mod called A Dance With Rogues that was made by this cool girl called Valine. It’s a great mod. If you have the game Neverwinter Nights, I highly suggest you try out the mod. Just google it.

Anyways, the protagonist Miriam’s world (or rather the world Valine created) is a world where might generally makes right. Kings and Queens rule city states. Mercenaries and magic abound. Yep. That means, no guns, computers, air conditioning, or Wal Mart. So in other words, think back to Roman/Greek era, but dress the women up with stuff like leather and skirts rather than togas, stick in those Greek gods, and add in some medieval torture devices… yep. Anyways I’m getting carried away. This story isn’t going to be sex filled though it will have a lot of sex. As you can imagine there’s going to be lots of fighting too and Miriam is going to learn a lot about trust and friendship and all that other stuff.

So I guess, if you don’t like anything that involves swords and magic, this might not be for you. Though to be honest, I don’t intend to spend too much time on any fighting. Maybe a little on magic.

This is my first story so any suggestions and tips would help a lot. Please email them to tarotvulcan04@gmail.com

Miriam’s Dance with Rogues

Intro

I shivered as a sudden downpour of rain drenched me. Again. It had been raining intermittently all day. My black armor plated leather corset hugged my skin and repelled the rain, but like most corsets, it bared a large amount of cleavage. The top of the corset barely covered my nipples, and rain water dripped down my cleavage, causing an uncomfortable chill between my breasts. My dark brown skirt was calf length, but had wide slits up to my waist on both sides of the skirt. These slits provided maneuverability and exposed most of my legs. Unfortunately, the skirt was made of simple wool and now soaked up water like a sponge, hugging my legs and buttocks, and draining the warmth from me. The leather boots I wore at least provided some amount of protection from the water. Skirting a large puddle of water in the middle of the muddy road, I scanned my surroundings, looking for some shelter to escape the torrential downpour. Wilderness surrounded me as far I could see. Not that I could see far, with the storm clouds blocking out the setting sun, and covering the cold windy evening in a blanket of darkness. Nothing looked like it would provide much of any shelter. Of course, the trees presented a dubious covering from the rain, but crouching in the forest waiting for the rain to end didn’t sound particularly appealing to me. I shifted my grip on the shaft of my spear as I tried to cover my exposed cleavage with my drenched bearskin cape. Unfortunately, the biting wind kept blowing the bottom of my cape up, ruining my efforts to keep any part of myself dry. Soon I would either have to stop and try to light a fire, or I’d find myself sneezing uncontrollably for the next couple of days with an uncomfortable cold.

Chapter 1

I found myself trudging down the dirt road as I felt my toes go numb with the cold. Just as I became sure that I had no choice but to turn aside and make camp, I noticed a light up ahead. A square yellowish light. A house! I approached the house cautiously. After all, a house in the middle of an often unused road didn’t seem to be exactly safe. On closer inspection, I noticed that it was actually a cabin, probably a one room cabin from the small size. A small lean-to covered a cart and a mule to the side of the cabin. Judging from the logs of wood piled on the cart and the proximity to the forests that lined the road, I guessed that inhabitant of the cabin must be a forester. He probably cut trees from the forest and carted them down the road to the nearest city. That also meant I was finally approaching my current destination, the city of Betancuria. I could hear the sounds of talking inside the cabin. A low deep voice of a man, and the slightly higher pitched voice of a child, probably a boy. I quickly approached the cabin and knocked on the door, impatiently hoping they’d let me in for the night to escape the rain.

“Excuse me?” I shouted to be heard above the storm and whistling wind as I knocked on the door. The voices inside the cabin fell silently immediately. After a long moment of silence from within the cabin, I heard the thumping of feet approaching the door.

“Yeh! Whatcha want?” the man asked from within the cabin.

I continued knocking. “Just shelter for the evening good sir. I can pay for room and board.”

After another pause, the door opened part way and I found myself peering into a broad hairy chest in an open vest. Looking up, I saw a weather lined face scrutinizing me. He was dressed in a fur vest with matching loose fur pants. Muscular and tall, with blonde hair that fell haphazardly around his face, I could see the tension in his muscles as he watched me.  A cautious man, a sign that the surrounding area wasn’t safe. I watched his gaze shift from my face to my exposed cleavage to my legs, then rise back to my breasts before they locked on my spear and widened in alarm. I knew what he saw; long black hair, smooth pale skin, lively brown eyes, delicate nose, small pouting mouth, and full curves covered in clothing that exposed a lot of skin. Of course, I was also drenched in water and suffering from spending days away from any form of civilization. So I suppose my long hair was plastered to my head, my pale skin was probably covered with dirt, and my facial features unnoticed in the gloom of the night.

“I travel alone, the spear warns away many bandits that would otherwise approach me.” I quickly explained to keep him from slamming the door in my face.

After a moment, he nodded and stepped aside, opening the door wide. “C’mon in then.  I s’pose I have nothin to fear from a wee lass.”

“Thank you sir.” I flashed him a quick smile of relief as I entered the warm cabin and finally escaped the biting wind and rain.

Looking around, I saw that my estimation was quite right. The cabin was composed of one room. A bed rested in a corner. In the other corner, a fireplace held a blazing fire that warmed the room. A table stood next to the door in front of the window from which I had seen the cabin. In front of the fire, a boy of about fifteen sat staring at me, with a carving knife and a lump of wood that resembled both a horse and a frog. The boy had blond hair and blue eyes like his father, but his face was handsome, not yet lined with the cares that his father suffered.

“C’mon lass, have a seat by our fire. You’ll want food? I’m Ojak, and this be my boy Rolin.”

Gratefully, I crouched in front of the fire next to the boy.

“A pleasure to meet both of you Ojak. And you too Rolin. I’m Miriam.” I replied as I flashed a smile at Rolin. Rolin’s mouth opened, but he seemed too shy to speak.

“What monster are you carving?” I asked, pointing to the horse-frog in Rolin’s hands.

“It’s not a monster. It’s a dog!” Rolin exclaimed.

His indignation had apparently overcome his shyness. Ojak gave me a friendly smile as he closed the door, locking the wooden bar inside the door before he moved to sit next to me in front of the fire.

“Miriam yeh? That’s a name uncommon in these parts. But what brings you alone down this way?”

Placing my spear on the floor next to me, I rubbed my hands in front of the fire. “I’m looking for a man, he’s headed toward Betancuria. Fat, little taller than me, dark hair, and probably dressed in rich robes.”

“Family?” Ojak asked.

“No. He’s a thief. Stole an heirloom. I’m trying to retrieve the heirloom.” I explained.

“How much do I owe for room and board?” I asked abruptly as I pulled off my drenched bear skin cloak and stretched it out closer to the fire.

I’d have to take off my clothes to completely dry myself and my cloak would provide at least some covering while I waited.

“Jus your company lass.” I looked back and saw Ojak’s eyes leering hungrily at my cleavage.

It had been months since I had last been laid. In fact, I hadn’t had any sex since I last left the temple on my mission to return the heirloom. Plus, I considered, I was low on coin, and I would probably need them once I reached Betancuria… I felt my nipples harden against the leather of my corset, and I was sure my pussy was wet from more than just the drenching I got in the rain. Still, despite how horny I was, I wasn’t a whore. Plus, Ojak didn’t look clean or remotely attractive.

“My wife died a coupla years ago yeh? I don got enough coin for whores in the city… an we don’t go in the city much.” Ojak continued to explain as I considered his proposition.

“I understand. My payment will be in coin though.” I replied.

“Eh. A copper for meal and a copper for roof then.” Ojak grunted, clearly disappointed.

I paid and they served me some of their dinner. A stew composed of rabbit meat, cabbage, and potatoes.

I sipped the stew from a simple bowl they had provided. “This is really good.”

“I made it myself. Snared the rabbit and traded one of my carvings for cabbage and potatoes.” Rolin proudly explained.

He did cook well. I had to give him that. But from how his dog carving looked, I guessed the trade had been more charity than a true transaction.

We passed the night as I told them some about my travels and they told me about Betancuria. Both of them watched me closely as I pulled off my clothes when the bear skin finally dried. Despite my determination not to sleep with Ojak, my erect nipples and dripping pussy betrayed my arousal as they watched me strip before I pulled the bearskin around myself.

Rolin continued to stare after I had wrapped myself as best I could with my cloak. “There are bandits right at the edges of Betancura.”

“Bandits? How many?” I asked.

“Jus a band Miriam. Mebbe five or ten. Jus pay the fare an they’ll let you pass.” Ojak clarified.

Much later, the conversation died down and my companions went to bed. Ojak and Rolin shared the tiny bed, while I slept on the floor, wrapped in my bear skin cloak despite Ojak’s attempts to coax me into sharing the bed with him.

I woke with the distinct feeling I was being watched. Opening my eyes slightly, I saw that the fire had died down and barely lit the room. Ojak stood above me, looking down at me. I was about to roll over and let Ojak know I was awake when I noticed large coils of rope in his hands. Rope he probably used to tie down the wood he carted to the city. Rolin lay asleep on the bed still. Considering the rope Ojak was holding, it was obvious he intended to tie me up, and probably ravish me afterwards. I immediately felt my nipples harden at the thought. The idea of finding myself at Ojak’s mercy while he had sex with me was extremely arousing. Plus, there was no way he’d want to keep me tied up after sleeping with me. I’d be another mouth to feed, one that he’d have to keep careful watch of. So instead, I feigned sleep and waited. After a long moment, I felt Ojak’s grab my bear skin cloak and pull it away from me, exposing my body to his view. Ojak quickly but gently began to tie me up, probably thinking me to be still asleep. I was rolled on my stomach, my hands tied together behind me. My feet were similarly bound with expert knots.

“Wakey lass.” Ojak demanded as he rolled me on my back and began fondling my breasts.

I pretended to wake and feigned surprise at finding myself bound. “What-?”

Ojak cut my question off by stuffing a dirty cloth in my mouth and binding it into place. “Yeh listen to me lass. Yeh shoulda accepted the offer. S’now Ima take wot I wanted.”

With those words, he proceeded to pick me up and carry me to the table under the window. He roughly positioned me and rebound each of my legs to an opposite leg on the table. This left me bent over facing the window, my breasts pressing into the wooden table, erect nipples making me extremely uncomfortable, legs spread wide, with my lower lips presented to everyone in the cabin. He then proceeded to tie my hands to tool hooks that stood above the window. I found myself now standing slightly bend over, hands tied high above my hand but no longer resting my torso on the table. Despite the acrid odor from the cloth stuffed in my mouth, I could still faintly smell the scent of my own arousal…

“Yeh’re wet!” Ojak exclaimed in surprise as his fingers prodded my sex and came away drenched.

I groaned through the gag. I had never found myself so turned on before. I was dripping and he hadn’t even really begun to fondle me. Must be too long since I last got laid, I reasoned to myself. Without any preliminaries, Ojak quickly pulled off his breaches and slid his erect member into my well lubricated pussy. Reaching my breasts, he began to roughly pinch my erect nipples. Despite his inept handling, I felt myself growing inexplicably more aroused. He continued to pound away and began slapping my rear end in time with his thrusts. Somehow the painful treatment increased the incredible sensations and I found myself groaning into the dirty cloth and trying to move my ass in time with his thrusts.

“Yeh lass! Been so long…” he grunted and then stiffened as he ejaculated into me.

I groaned in frustration. Was that it? A two minute lay? I still hadn’t orgasmed! Still, I couldn’t deny that something about my situation really turned me on.

Rolin spoke up in the silence as Ojak lay panting on top of me, his cock still penetrating me, though softening and beginning to slide out.

“Uhm… What’s going on dad?”

Ojak pulled himself out of me as he stood up and gave my ass a hard slap. I yelped into my gag and wiggled my ass, causing a drop of his spunk to run down my thigh.

“Yeh lass a thief son. I see her take spear an try an run off wit our coin.” Ojak lied as he rubbed my ass.

I made a noise of protest into the gag that quickly turned to a yelp as Ojak smacked my ass again. “Shut it lass!”

I could hear Rolin getting off the bed and approaching us. “What’re you going to do with her dad?”

I felt humiliated and incredibly horny as they talked about me like I wasn’t there. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Rolin looking intently at my dripping pussy.

“We c’n sell her in da city. We c’n sell her for a lot.” Ojak announced.

Shock penetrated my mind. They had slaves in Betancuria? And Ojak had never planned to untie me! I felt instant regret that I had given in to my lust and let Ojak bind me. Strangely I also felt extreme arousal at the thought of being presented in front of strangers and sold like cattle. In fact, I almost came right there with only the stimulation of Ojak running his hands over my ass.

Ojak slapped my ass one more time and began dressing. “G’on my boy. Yeh have some fun wit this cunt! Ima go wakey ol Joe fo a slave collar an a brandin iron.”

With that, he fondled my breasts and walked out the door. “I be back after lunch wit the tools son. Bank up tha fire for tha branding before lunch.”

After the door closed I felt Rolin reach out and tentatively run his hands over my ass and legs. “You aren’t really a thief are you?”

I shook my head no and pleaded with my eyes for him to remove the gag.

Rolin sighed regretfully as he continued to run his hands over my body. “I know. I was just pretending to sleep. I saw dad tie you up while you were sleeping.”

Sliding his hands up my back to my head, Rolin untied the gag and pulled the dirty cloth from my mouth. “Guess I can’t let dad sell you. He’s always hated living in this cabin and wanted the money to move into the city. Sorry that I didn’t help you earlier, but my dad… he, well, he hits hard.”

“Thank you so much! I truly thought I was going to be sold.” I gasped gratefully after Rolin removed the gag.

Rolin bent down and began untying my legs. “You’re welcome. Though I’ll probably always regret …”

I looked over my shoulder at Rolin. He was kneeling at my feet fumbling with the ropes. “Your dad won’t be back until lunch right?”

Rolin looked up from trying to untie one of my feet. “Yeah?”

I winked at him and licked my lips seductively. “I’m still tied up, and completely at your mercy…”

Rolins gaze turned predatory. “Ah. No regrets?”

“Mmm. No regrets indeed.” I murmured as Rolin’s fingers began to play with me.

A couple hours later, I was finally free, both of us were sated, and had managed to get fairly clean. I bent down and began pulling my clothes on while Rolin watched with a dreamy expression on his face. Sliding my skirt on, I swayed my hips and watched his penis jump slightly. I laughed at the expression of mock exhaustion on his face.

“You’re young. I know you aren’t that tired.”

“I’m not that young! I turned fourteen last week! And I bet you’re not more than a year or two older.”

“I’m twenty Rolin. But I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything except that you have a lot more… stamina.” I grinned at him and bending down, gave the head of his penis a gentle kiss.

“Holy-!” he groaned as it jumped to attention.

“Sorry, if I don’t want to risk running into Ojak, I’ll have to leave soon. So we’ll have to make this quick.” I murmured before taking his cock into my mouth.

Swirling my tongue around the underside of this cock, one of my hands played with his balls while the other rhythmically squeezed the base of his cock. After a couple minutes of stimulation, he came and spurted large amounts of cum into my mouth. Swallowing most of his cum, I proceeded to scoop up the remainder that had dripped onto my breasts and lick it up. The expression of speechless amazement on his face was priceless. I gave him a wicked grin and began to clean his prick with my tongue.

Minutes later, I walked out of the cabin into the late morning air. The rain had cleared and though the road was still muddy, the sun was shining and brought comfortable warmth. Spear in hand, I was dressed once more in my armor plated corset, wool skirt, leather boots, and bear skin cloak. I was comfortably dry, sexually satisfied (no thanks to Ojak), had learned that I enjoyed kinky sex with ropes (a lot), and knew that I needed to watch out for bandits outside Betancuria.

Chapter 2

As I walked a few steps down the road, I heard the cabin door open again and saw Rolin stepping out. He had a knap sack on his back and carried a sturdy hunting bow along with a quiver of arrows. I turned around and waited for him. His eyes lit up happily when he saw me waiting for him.

I watched him walk toward me. I noticed he was about my height, a little taller. “You’re leaving?” I asked.

“Yeah. My dad… well he won’t be happy when he finds out I ruined his chance of moving into the city. He’s threatened to kick me out several times already, so…”

I turned and began walking, gesturing to Rolin to walk with me. “Where will you go?”

“Uhm... I was actually wondering if I could travel with you?” he said, a note of insecurity entering his voice. “It’s no big deal. If you don’t want to I mean. I have somewhere else I could go to.” He added hurriedly.

I could tell his last statement was a lie. He had probably lived most of his life in the cabin and knew little of the world other then foresting. In addition, I was the reason he had to leave the cabin and his current life. Plus, he was good in bed after he overcame his initial inexperience. I had reached orgasm countless times during the hours he had ravaged me. Much better staying power compared to his father…

I flashed him a bright smile. “You can stay with me until we reach the city.”

He grinned happily. “I’ll help you out. I can shoot pretty well. I won’t get in your way. You’ll see.”

I reached out and held his hand to reassure him. “I know you won’t. I’d take you along just for your culinary skills anyways. Do you know which way Ojak went to meet that old Joe fellow?”

Rolin pointed into the trees. “Father probably cut through the trees to get there. Otherwise, it would have taken a full day and he wouldn’t have said he’d be back by afternoon.”

“Good. Do you think you could shoot something for our lunch today?”

Rolin straightened his back and began to pay attention to his surroundings. “I’ll try. It really depends on whether anything runs our way.”

I could tell by the slight upturning of his lip and his erect posture that he liked feeling needed. That he wanted me to depend on him.

We traveled down the muddy road till evening. Rolin had managed to shoot a rabbit which we shared over a small fire when we stopped for lunch. I had managed to spear a crippled buck which Rolin now carried over his shoulders. The trees had begun to thin around us when Rolin pointed out a good spot to make camp.

Rolin pointed out a narrow dirt track. “That path leads to a stream. We should camp near the water.”

“Won’t the water attract animals? Or other people?” I asked as I followed Rolin down the path.

Rolin gave me a reassuring smile. “There aren’t any dangerous animals in this region and the bandits don’t like to wander this far into the wilderness. Not enough people to rob on these roads. Only the locals really know of this area anyways.”

I looked around as we reached a clearing next to a stream of water. “Your father? Ojak? Would he know of this area?”

“Yeah. But we’ve been walking almost all day, and we have a good head start. I don’t really think he’d chase after us anyways. He took you when you were asleep before. But you’re awake now, and you look like you know how to use that spear.”

I nodded as I bent over to pick up a piece of wood. “True. Do you have any experience with other weapons other then the bow?”

“Other than how to swing an axe to chop down trees. No. I did always want a sword.”

I grinned at Rolin mischievously as I noticed him eyeing the top of my breasts. “You have a sword. A large and tasty one.”

I grinned as his sword began to jump to attention. “Now stop ogling me and help me gather wood for our fire.”

Soon, we had a large fire going despite the warmth of the evening. The buck meat was cooking on an improvised wooden frame that Rolin had taught me how to construct. While Rolin cooked, I went to the stream and began to fill our water skins. As I knelt down to fill them, my eyes were drawn to a broken leather strap. It looked to have been there for some time, as it was partially covered with dirt. Pulling out the strap I saw that it was long, about five feet with a two inch width. Shiny silver rivets studded the entire leather strap with a circular silver buckle attached to the end of one side of the strap. The other side of the strap looked torn, no doubt the reason the strap had been discarded. The designs on the buckle were those often used by rich nobility from my birth city. I quickly filled the rest of the bottles and brought the leather strap to Rolin.

I knelt next to him as I placed the water skins behind us. “Do you recognize the designs on these buckle? Have you ever noticed them anywhere?”

He reached out and took the leather strap to inspect them. “Nope. They look exotic. Why?”

“Those designs look similar to the ones used in my city by nobles. It’s likely that one of the servants or soldiers of the man I’m chasing discarded this strap here when it broke. That means they were probably camping here.”

Rolin nodded and handed the leather strap back to me. “How long has it been here?”

“I don’t know. But I’d estimate, maybe a few weeks?”

“What’s it used for anyways?” he asked as he went back to tending his cooking.

“It’s part of a leather harness used to tie a team of horses together to a wagon.”

“So this man you’re after, he’s a noble?”

I ran my hand through my hair, trying to straighten the tangled curls. “Yes. Or at least, he used to be. He’s undoubtedly carrying lots of wealth with him though.”

Rolin gave me a wicked grin. “If he went to Betancuria using this road with a filled wagon, you can be sure the bandits outside Betancuria stopped him. And probably robbed him too.”

Dinner proved to be better today then what Rolin had cooked last night. We sat on the ground facing each other across the fire. Rolin had moved the wooden frame that he used to cook the meat. The frame was made of wooden pools tied together. There was basically, one long piece of wood with two legs attached to each end at angles. The long piece of wood could be rotated, so after sticking it through the meat, you could rotate the frame to let it cook. Quite a clever idea.

I moaned happily as I took another bite into the soft rich meat. “This is great Rolin!”

“Thanks.” He smiled happily as he too ate.

After we had mostly finished eating, I asked, “Forgive me if my question is inappropriate. Buy why do you speak so differently from your father?”

“I learned to speak mostly from my mother. She was a born in Betancuria. My dad though, he’s from far up North. He never told me exactly where.”

I nodded. “Why did your mother leave Betancuria?”

There was a moment silence. When I looked at Rolin, his face was red with either anger or embarrassment. “She was kicked out.”

“Oh.” Probing into this topic was probably a bad idea. Everyone had their secrets and this seemed to be a sore one for Rolin.

After another moment of silence, Rolin asked me, “How about you? Where are you from?”

“I’m from far to the East. A city called Floren.”

“What’s it like there?” Genuine curiosity showed in his eyes, reminding me how young he was.

“It’s beautiful. It’s a large city, soaring towers that reach far into the sky with sky bridges connecting each of those towers. All of them surround the temple, the largest building inside Floren. The temple itself is shaped like a coliseum, but rises almost as high as the eye can see.”

Rolin’s eyes widened in awe. “How did they build that?”

“The first Priest King of Floren built it using many magical artifacts. The man I’m chasing stole one of them.”

“Oh. Wow. Why did they send you? And why alone? I mean, if such an important thing got stolen, and I was king, I’d send out an army to get it back.”

I grinned at him and began to pack away the rest of the cooked buck meat for tommorow. “Floren is constantly at war with her neighbors, so the Priest King couldn’t send an army. Instead he sent a band of thirty of his bodyguards with five priestesses.”

“Oh. Why the priestesses?” Rolin asked as he helped me clean up.

“The main reason is because we can sense when we’re near the artifact.”

He “You’re one of those priestesses?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“What was the other reason he sent the priestesses?”

“We healed them if they got wounded.” I said as I felt my face heat up.

“Oh. What happened to them?”

“They died in a battle.” I replied shortly, hoping that he’d drop the topic.

He didn’t. “Why didn’t you heal them?”

“My magic is powered through sex. And we didn’t really have time during the battle.”

He grinned. “Through sex? Really?”

My face burned red in embarrassment. “Yes. That was one of the ‘gifts’ the Priest King bestowed on us before sending us on the quest.”

I stood and walked toward the stream, indicating the conversation was over. “I’m going to take a dip and clean myself before I sleep.”

Rolin followed me. “So what did having sex with you do for me?”

I glanced back as I began to removed my cloak. “Nothing. You weren’t wounded.”

“Oh. Well I’ve a blister on my foot that you can cure.” He confidently reached out to caress the bare skin of my back and began untying my corset with his othser hand.

I felt my body respond to his touch and I leaned back against him as he pulled my corset off. Reaching behind me, I tugged his shirt up to slip my hand under his breeches and moaned as his hands cupped my full breasts.

“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.” Rolin whispered in my ear as one of his hands pinched my nipples and the other pulled my skirt down.

I tilted my head back and kissed him as I stepped out of my skirt and my hands found his erect member. I began to stroke him while one of his hands tugged insistently on my erect nipple and the other pushed lightly on my clit until he had me bent over on my hands and knees, in the damp ground next to the stream. Moments after pulling his breeches down, Rolin guided his erect member into me. He went carefully, gently pushing into me while his hands held my waist.

“You’re so tight!” he groaned as he finally sank himself in as far as he could.

“Harder!” I moaned as he began to pull himself out.

The quiet of the evening was soon filled with the rhythmic sounds of his cock thrusting into me and the groans of pleasure both of us made.

My orgasm came first, washed through my body forcing out whimpers of pleasure from my moth and spasms in my pussy that drove Rolin over the edge. He stiffened, then thrust deeply into me and ejaculated. Then Rolins weight collapsed on me, pushing me to the ground with his softening cock still pushed firmly in my pussy.

“You’re heavy.” I gasped breathlessly as I squirmed under his weight.

He rolled us onto our sides while wrapping his arms and legs around me, his penis though soft, was still buried in me. “Sorry Miriam. Did I hurt you?” He mumbled quietly.

I ran my hand over the muscles in his arm. “Don’t worry about it.”

After we had both stopped panting, I extricated myself from Rolin. I left him lying on the ground and entered the stream to wash myself. Dipping my foot in the water, I found it to be pleasantly cool after my exertions. Already completely nude, I plunged into the water, and began to wash myself, paying particular attention to my nether regions. As I began to wash my hair, I noticed Rolin hadn’t moved from the bank. Instead, he lay on his stomach watching me bathe.

Turning to him, I asked, “What’s wrong?”

His looked away, blushing so much it was visible even in the evening light. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?” I asked as I got out of the water and used my cloak to cover myself.

“I liked it better yesterday.” Rolin blurted out and quickly scrambled to his feet pulling his breeches back on.

I looked at him closely, his face was still looking away in embarrassment. “You mean the sex?”

“Uh huh.” He nodded.

He didn’t seem to want to clarify himself. I hazarded a guess. “Was it because I was tied up?”

“I think so.” All his confidence seemed to have disappeared with his confession.

I swayed up to him and watched his eyes focus on me. “Want to know a secret?” I asked.

“Uhm…” he responded incoherently as I pressed myself to him, resting my head on his chest.

“I wasn’t really asleep last night when Ojak tied me up.” I raised myself on tiptoes and whispered into his ear and then nibbled his ear lobe.

Rolin froze, then carefully asked, “Wh-… why did you let my dad tie you up?”

“I wanted to try it out.” I murmured into his ear while my hand slid down to feel his cock through his pants.

Rolin’s cock jumped in my hand. “Did you like it?” He asked breathlessly.

“I loved it.” I whispered and gave his penis a light squeeze.

He groaned in response and climaxed right into his pants.

Chapter 3

The unusual sounds of slurping and sucking filled the night. I was naked again, with the leather strap I had found by the stream around my neck like a collar. Rolin had reassembled the frame he used to cook the deer meat. I was now bent over the frame, with my legs spread wide, exposing my slit with Rolin’s cum and my own juices dripping down my thighs. My legs were tied to opposite ends of the frame using parts of my skirt which Rolin had considerably shortened to get material for ropes. He had asked for permission to mutilate my skirt of course. But I had been licking his feet while he collared me when he asked. I was far too horny and distracted by my own humiliation to think clearly. The slight chill in the night air soothed my buttocks, sore and red from being slapped and raised invitingly into the air. My hands were also bound using a strip from my skirt and were flat on the floor, holding me up. Otherwise, the weight from my upper body would have caused the frame to topple forward and throw me onto the ground. My breasts swung freely below me and my mouth was sucking on Rolins dick while he held the excess leather around my neck like a leash. We were both so occupied that neither of us noticed Ojak stepping into the clearing behind me.

“Son? Why… Wha’s goin on?” Ojak asked from behind me.

I tried to turn my head, but I was still impaled on Rolin’s cock and he still held the leather leash, keeping me from pulling back. That also effectively gagged me from making any noise other than a whimper of fear. The rush of fear sweeping through my body was accompanied by overwhelming arousal. Fear that I was going to be branded and sold. Arousal at being seen in this situation despite the similarity to what Ojak had done with me last night. I wriggled, trying to get free, but all I succeeded in doing was drawing their eyes to my red ass as it wriggled in the air.

Rolin’s considerable member filling my mouth and throat began to go limp. “Uh… I’m going to Betancuria with Miriam dad.”

“Why?” Ojak asked in a voice that sounded heartbroken and resigned.

“I couldn’t let you sell her dad. She didn’t do anything wrong.” Rolin answered.

“Yeh lass a warrior son. She gots a spear. We c’n either sell er or kill er. If the lass gets free she’ll kill us after wat we done to er.”

“No no. She likes this dad. She actually likes being tied up and stuff. We can’t sell her anyways. She’s mine now.” He accompanied his last phrase by patting me on the head like a dog.

Shame, lust, and indignation warred within me. Lust won out and rather than protesting his statement that I belonged to him, I found myself sucking his cock back to full length.

“Yeh lass asked you to tie er up?” Incredulity obvious in Ojak’s voice.

“Yeah! She obeys all my orders too. Like when I told her to crawl and lick my feet.” Rolin proudly announced. I felt my clit throb wildly as blood rushed to my face.

“She did? Why?”

“She gets off doing stuff like this dad…” Rolin last words were mixed with a groan as he then proceeded to ejaculate down my throat. “Clean my dick Miriam.” he ordered and I began to obediently lick his cock clean.

“God’s above.” Ojak muttered as he stepped up behind me and firmly gripped my red ass.

His hands kneading my sore buttocks forced a whimper from me. A small helpless sound filled with arousal.

“Stop dad. She’s mine. I’ll let you use her mouth, but her pussy is for me only. Anything but her mouth is off limits.” Rolin stated as he stepped away from my head.

Ojak moved in front of my face and shoved his erect penis into my mouth. “Well, guess you ain’t too young fo a bride son. S’pose I should be happy you willin to share.”

After sucking on Rolin’s large cock, the average sized cock in front of me didn’t provide any trouble. Where Rolin was both thick and long, Ojak was simply thick without the length to go farther than the back of my mouth. And so I began to lick Ojak’s dick as well…

I was left bound on the frame throughout the night, getting only short snatches of sleep. I was thankful that the night was still mostly warm and there were no little bugs biting my exposed skin. By the time the sun began to rise and light the sky, I had sucked off Ojak three times and taken Rolin in my pussy two more times when they awoke at random times in the night. My arms were numb from balancing on them all night and my back was sore from being arched backwards. Large amounts of dry cum and juices coated the inside of my thighs and my face. Ojak had stuffed what remained of my skirt into my mouth and tied it behind my head when he wasn’t using my mouth in the night, effectively preventing me from complaining. Even so, despite the treatment, or probably, because of the treatment, I was incredibly horny when Rolin finally woke up. I watched Rolin smile fondly at me as he approached me. He rubbed the top of my head and then surprised me by walking past, slapping my ass as he went by. I craned my head to see what he was doing and watched him piss into the dying fire pit. The stick of urine filled the air and burned my eyes. With my mouth gagged, I was forced to smell the urine with each breath I took. Walking back in front of me, Rolin untied my skirt from my mouth.

“Rolin, we have to ta-“ I was cut off as Rolin shoved his half erect cock into my mouth.

“Clean me first. Then we can talk. After you suck me off.” Rolin ordered.

I was aroused despite my horror at my predicament, and with no choice, I proceeded to clean his dick, grimacing at the acrid taste of his piss. The sounds of my mouth slurping Rolin’s dick woke Ojak who watched with amusement.

“Imma take a dip in da water. Can’t wait to get tha wee mouth round my dick agin.” Ojak grinned as he walked toward the stream.

It didn’t take long for Rolin to reach the brink of orgasm. I briefly considered that I might be getting too much practice blowing people. Right before he climaxed, he pulled out and shot his load over my face. The humiliation of having a fourteen year old boy use me like this fueled my arousal to even greater heights. I could literally feel my juices running down my thigh.

“Alright. What do you want to talk about Miriam?” he asked as he pulled his trousers back on.

“Could you untie me first? My arms are numb and my back hurts.”

He grinned at me wickedly and picked up my corset where we had left it the night before. “I know the kind of things you like now. Beg and I’ll think about it.”

Was I really that easy to read? After just two nights with me, he already knew how to bring my libido to full force by just using words that emphasized how helpless I was and how much control he had. With my hands bound on the floor, I could let the frame topple over, and then try to wiggle my feed forward. But- He interrupted my thoughts by casually flicking my erect nipple, pulling a moan of desire from my mouth.

“Well?” he asked as he stepped close in front of me, so that I had to tilt my head upwards to see him.

“Please untie me. I’ll do anything. Just please, let me go? Please Rolin?” I bent my arms as I begged, tilting my upper body until my stiff nipples touched the ground. I rubbed my head up and down his calf as I begged, feeling my wet pussy throb as I humiliated myself.

I heard Ojak laugh behind me. “Hafta see tha to believe tha. Guess you’re still busy wit your lass so Imma go use da bushes.”

Ojak then slapped my ass hard as he walked by, startling a yelp out of me, before he headed out of the clearing and into the forest.

“Alright dad.” Rolin replied.

As Ojak stepped into the forest, Rolin saw the confused look on my face and explained. “That means he’s going to take a dump.”

“Oh. So… will you untie me please?” I pushed up with my arms when I asked this time and rubbed my nose against the crotch of his pants. His crotch smelled a bit ripe but then he did ejaculate in his pants last night…

“Hmm… I’ll let you go if you let me cut out parts of your shirt. Like I did with your skirt.” He grinned and picked up his skinning knife which he had used to cut up my skirt.

“That’s a corset. And it’s armor plated. I can’t let you just cut that up. It’s worth way more than the skirt.” I protested.

Rolin sauntered behind me and began to push his finger into my ass. “Oh? I can’t? In that case, I’m going to stick my fingers up here.”

I moaned in pain. I had never taken anything up my butt before.

“Wait wait! Let’s talk about this! What part do you want to cut off?” I frantically begged as he forced a finger in and began pushing a second one.

Rolin laughed at me but pulled his finger out of my ass and walked back in front of me. He then waved the finger he had stuck into my ass in front of my face.

“Clean it.” He ordered.

My face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal as I stretched my neck forward so I could suck on his dirty finger. Surprisingly, it didn’t taste like much. It was still incredibly humiliating.

As I sucked his finger, he explained his plans on how he was going to ruin my corset. “I’m going to cut the bottom part off. I came up with an idea last night while I was having sex with you and I want to try it out.”

I opened my mouth to protest, but his finger trapped my tongue and he asked, “Do you want me to untie you or not?”

Finally I nodded. I believed he was perfectly capable of leaving me stretched out for a couple more hours and my arms and back hurt. Seeing my nod, Rolin got to work untying me from the frame.

When I was finally free, I collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. I was too tired to protest as I watched him cut up my corset.

“Is that all you wanted? To ask me to untie you?” Rolin asked me as he worked on cutting my corset apart.

I couldn’t stand looking at him ruin my corset so I turned my back as I replied. “Do you remember how you said I belonged to you last night?”

I heard a sharp snap as one of the armor plates was removed from the corset. “Yeah. I remember. You didn’t like it? If I remember right, you started sucking on my dick frantically when I told my dad that.”

I sighed. “I liked it. I can’t lie about that. I liked it too much. We have to separate our games and reality. Like now, you shouldn’t be cutting up my corset. I shouldn’t be letting you.”

“Too late for that. I already cut it off, I’m just removing the plates from the lower parts now.” He handed what was left of my corset to me.

Before Rolin mutilated it, my leather corset exposed all of my upper back, with laces to tighten the bottom part of my back. It flared out at the waist to follow the curve of my hips. So when I wore my corset and skirt, none of my mid riff was exposed. The top of the corset ended just above covering my nipples. Rolin pretty much transformed my corset into an uplift bikini by cutting off the lower portion. And since the corset was open in the upper back, in order to wear it now, I’d have to punch holes in the side, and thread the lace through, making a couple strings of lace the only covering on my bare back.

“And what do you mean by games?” Rolin asked.

My eyes widened in surprise as I realized Rolin really thought I would obey all his decisions, not just the sex related ones. He acted so confidently that I often forgot he was only fourteen.

Out loud I asked, “What are you going to do with me?”

“Well, earlier when I realized you really got off on being my slave, I figured we’d head to Betancuria where I’d learn a trade and officially register you as my slave. But since my dad seems okay with it, we’re going to go back to the cabin. Maybe when I’m a little older, I can build a cabin of our own. Don’t worry though, the next time we make a trip to Betancuria with our wood, I’ll make sure I officially register you as mine.”

“That’s the problem Rolin. I like you. I like pretending to be your slave. A sex slave. But I don’t want to be a real slave.”

“I don’t get it. You said you liked it when I tied you up and took control.”

I rolled over and looked at Rolin. His face showed his uncertainty as if all the confidence he had gained dominating me had been drained away.

“I didn’t realize until your dad first tied me up, but I like to give up control temporarily. For a short amount of time, I like it when you make all the decisions for me. But I can’t have you making all my decisions.”

I saw the confused look on his face and wondered how to explain it to him. I was starting to realize that in many ways, Rolin really was too young for me to get romantically involved with. I gave up. He wouldn’t understand anyways. Instead I gave my second reason.

“I’m on a quest to return the artifact stolen from Floren. I can’t be your permanent slave Rolin. My mission comes first.”

“Forget your mission! You’re going to do anything I told you to. You said so last night.” Rolin grabbed my leash and pulled me towards him.

My arms were still numb and my leg muscles were sore from being stretched all night, but I managed to crawl over to him instead of being dragged. It surprised me that he was acting so immature. I briefly considered asking him to stop, but decided not to. Judging from my reaction to begging earlier, begging him to stop pulling me would only make me hornier then crawling to him would.

“See! You’re crawling to me! You like it!” he crowed when I finally reached his feet and collapsed.

I gave up. I was too tired to explain that whether I liked it or not made no difference. I couldn’t walk and I didn’t want to be dragged. He probably wouldn’t have understood anyways. He simply didn’t want to understand. My spear was next to the fire on the other side of the clearing, and I didn’t have the heart to kill him anyways. Not after I enjoyed sleeping with him so much. Rolin apparently thought everything was fine, that I had surrendered. He released my leash and I promptly fell asleep.