Black: King's Knight's Pawn g7>g6

Jordan didn't move a muscle. This day kept getting worse and worse. Aaron had gotten to join Charles' crew, drive around, and get ten inches deep in scores of women by now if the stories were true. Meanwhile he was stuck here acting as a liaison between the King and all of his local contacts now that he had decided to stay here in this country. He spent most of the day driving around checking on the dance club run by his friend, checking in with his informants and spokespeople, and doing all the talking while others got to do all the fucking. The King had at least half a dozen women all to himself here in the manor, but only he and a select few visitors got to touch them. The old man had been complaining about not getting any new pussy when all Jordan could think was how all the women he already had would keep him satisfied for the rest of his life. Jordan had been in the room getting told about the details of his next errand while the King had two of his girls competing with each other doing their best to describe how much each of them wanted their master's cock and what they wanted him to do to them. Of course, Jordan knew their motivation more likely came from the fact that the loser of this little competition would get sent to a playroom for the guards to have their fun. The strawberry blonde girl that had lost didn't seem all that happy with what was in store for her there... and then everything went to shit...

Jordan had felt the rumbling through the floor before he'd heard a loud noise coming from one side of the building. Before he realized what was going on, 3 guards had entered the King's chambers. Two of them lead the old man and his play thing for the night through a hidden door into a passageway, which quickly closed behind him. The other guard had taken the blonde by her leash and with very little protest walked out the door with her **** to follow. Jordan had shrugged, thinking the whole scene a bit over the top and paranoid as he got comfortable on the couch, waiting for everything to blow over. When the lights went out, he started to take things more seriously and he got up from his lounging to take a look around for that door. Unfortunately in the dark it was impossible to see where exactly the door was, let alone whatever mechanism the guards had used to open it. He started to paw at the wall, slowly and awkwardly following it around the room, it seemed like the best way to find the door out of here.

He had gotten only a few feet away from it when without warning it burst open, a fiery haired warrior woman like out of some fucking anime burst through carrying a gun and shouting out how she had business with the king.

'Nooooope,' was all Jordan thought as he let the mad woman take a few steps into the room before he very carefully snuck the remaining few feet and crept through the door she had come through. 'What in the goddamn...' was all he could think as he did his best to keep his foot steps quiet while gradually picking up his pace. Turning the corner he finally began to run, losing all sense of direction in the large manor. As he began to think he was truly lost, he was about to turn another corner when someone stepped around it directly into his path. He collided with the figure despite his best attempts to stop, but was surprised to find that when he did it barely budged him. In fact, it seemed the other person had bounced completely off of him and was now sprawled out on the floor. Jordan took a moment to look down at whoever it was he'd knocked on their ass and began to reconsider his luck...

Sprawled out on the floor below him was a gorgeous woman dressed only in dark blue bra and panties, a familiar looking collar around her neck with both a leash and her ponytail laying by his feet, just asking to be grabbed up. It was one of the King's girls! She must have gotten loose and was trying to make the most of all the chaos to make her escape!

"Uhhhhhg... what was... that...?" she moaned, no longer stunned from the impact and coming to. She looked in front of her as she got up on her hands and knees, getting her bearings as she saw the corridor she had just come from... but then, what had she run into? Jordan watched as the girl turned her head around slowly, then snapped directly to him as she looked directly back up at him, her eyes widening in recognition and fear.

In that split second, Jordan knew he had a choice.

He could easily just let her go off into the house. She'd likely be caught anyway, he figured, and she'd likely end up punished for her escape attempt. Jordan had no idea exactly how the King would punish this girl, selling her off to a brothel or a wealthy patron back in his homeland most likely, but there was always the chance she'd be restrained and put up for free use by all in the manor until she'd been worn out and allowed to continue in her role here.

Alternatively... Jordan couldn't help but look down on the girl's backside as she was frozen on her knees in front of him. All it would take is for him to reach out and take her, either by that alluring ponytail or her leash it didn't matter. It would be no effort at all to drag her into an unoccupied room and close the door... in fact, just down the other corridor was an open door already! He imagined what she'd look like, her breasts bouncing back and forth as he yanked that collar back so she was **** to kneel against his thrusts, unable to dislodge herself as he fucked her all night. His imagination almost overwhelmed his thoughts of dominating the unlucky woman before he remembered the crazy red haired woman that had gotten him to flee in the first place. Maybe sticking around to dick down this woman wasn't the best idea when the other one could come around the corner at any time and pop his ass...

Jordan licked his lips, partly out of nervousness, partly out of his desire... he didn't have long to decide.

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