"Wait!"

Millie screamed loudly, looking at the mercenary riding away from her. He slowed his horse and turned his head, looking back at her.

Millie started running towards him, still naked and with her hands tied together. She really needed his help she thought, despite the soreness of her spanked and newly de-virginised ass seeming to scream its objections. The mercenary turned his horse around, but did not ride towards her. Millie ran towards him as quickly as she could, **** to reach him before he changed his mind and rode away. She stumbled and fell into a muddy puddle, and unable to catch her fall she landed face down in the mud. As she struggled to raise herself up, she heard the mercenary laugh, but it was a soft, sympathetic laugh, at least it sounded that way she thought.

She stood up and saw that he was riding towards her, giving her an amused look.

"Take me with you."

Millie pleaded as he halted his horse in front of her.

"Why should I?" He replied, matter of factly.

"These woods are full of trolls and I don't even know what." Millie replied, continuing:

"I cannot travel through them safely on my own."

"How is that my problem?" The mercenary responded.

"Are you not obliged to help a damsel is distress?" Millie asked him, hoping to appeal to his sense of honour.

"I am a mercenary, not a knight." He replied, looking down at her from his horse, starting to turn his horse around. Millie felt a sense of desperation rise within her and said:

"Don't you get lonely at night?"

"For that there are whores." He replied, giving her a bored look, continuing to turn his horse around. Millie felt tears bubbling within her, then said:

"Take me with you, I will be your whore."

The mercenary reached into one of his saddle bags, pulling out what looked like a brown piece of cloth and threw it down to Millie. It was a simple tunic, which Millie pulled over her head. Her hands were still tied together underneath it and she looked up at him, wondering what he would do next. He was looking at her neutrally, then he reached for his sword, pulling it out of its sheath and holding it down at her. Millie put her tied hands on top of it and in one smooth motion he cut the rope. He re-sheated his sword, then reached down and pulled her up behind him on his horse.