A Second Prisoner

The guards were arguing about the best way to complete their task. They were supposed to tie the two prisoners up together, but this would mean taking the little one out of the pillory, and the crowd were enjoying the display. But then again, she surely couldn’t be left there all night, it was probably time she was taken into the tent anyway. If there had been two sets of stocks it would be straightforward but probably nobody expected Negana to be captured.

One of them decided that the best thing to do would be to take both prisoners into the tent and tie them up. Then somebody else could decide what to do with them.

Two of them took Negana’s brace off and led her into the tent while the others freed the other prisoner from the pillory.

‘Right,’ said one of the guards, ‘take your clothes off.’

‘What?’ Emily was shocked by this sudden turn of events.

‘We can’t have one of you naked and the other with clothes, and she doesn’t have any.’

‘That doesn’t make any sense,’ Emily complained.

‘I don’t have time to argue, I’ve made my decision. Strip off, or we’ll do it for you.’

The other prisoner was brought in, her guards holding her arms behind her back. Emily looked at her sympathetically. She was shorter than Emily by a head, slim but still curvy with a narrow waist and quite large breasts for her frame, pert with large pink nipples which pointed slightly upward. Her pale skin looked even lighter due to her jet black hair, dark green eyes and red lips. Her pubic hair was trimmed into a dark narrow strip. She looked tired, resigned rather than embarrassed by her situation. Emily glared at the four guards, all of them watching her, waiting for her to get naked.

She sighed heavily, removing her boots. It took only seconds to peel off her skirt and top; she was keen to get this over with as quickly as possible. ‘See, that wasn’t so difficult, was it?’ sneered one of the guards.

‘Right then, how do we tie them up together?’ asked one.

‘I know,’ said another. ‘I’ve seen this on the internet.’

The girls were made to stand facing each other, then the smaller girl was told to wrap her arms around Emily’s waist and her wrists were tied together in this position. Then Emily was instructed to do the same and her wrists were bound. Then their ankles were tied together so that Emily’s feet were on the outside and a rope was passed between their legs to tie both girls’ wrists together, ensuring both that they could not manoeuvre their arms and that their hips remained pressed together.

‘God, Richard, that looks hot,’ one of the guards said as they stood admiring their work. ‘Where did you learn that?’

‘Oh, I forget.’

‘We should make them kiss, or do stuff,’ another said.

‘No, fuck that, that’s weird,’ the last one said. ‘Let’s go get a drink, these two are somebody else’s problem now.’