“I’m not becoming a breeder.”

You grimace, passion nectar making it hard to think. You’re so horny. “I’m not going to become a baby maker for you,” you growl resolutely.

Tracy laughs. “Then I suppose I’ll sell you as a ****...” she says as she turns to leave.

“Wait.” You shake your head. “I can pay my own ransom. I have gold. Enough to buy my freedom. I’ll give it to you... not that you’ve kept your word. I can make it worth your while.”

“Gold. I’m interested.”

“I have two stashes,” you lie. You only have one. “I’ll show you where the first one is. Then you take me to the outskirts of a town where you will release me and I will tell you where the second stash is. I give you my word,” you lie. You’ll give her your stash. It is enough to buy your freedom. More than enough. God you were horny.

“Hmmm.” She reaches down and starts to play with you sex. You gasp and shudder. You feel your mind break as need fills you. “I think you’ll tell me regardless...” she observes, fingers pushing aside your hood and gripping you sensitive clit. Your vision blurs as your mouth gapes vapidly open and you struggle to think. “You’ll tell me. Won’t you pet. You’ll tell mistress.” You find yourself nodding. “Where is the first stash.”

“No. Please. Don’t make me,” you beg.

“Please mistress, slut.” She says as she fondles away any willpower. Your sex is on fire.

“Please mistress,” you plead.

“Tell me. Where.”