Capture Chains

Korven sheathed his sword and pulled two sets of capture chains from his belt .

“Get up” he told the blonde. Slowly she got to her feet, she had cobwebs in her hair and dust covering her dress, but Korven was pleased by what he saw. If her sister looked this good then the whole wretched siege might be worthwhile. As he clamped her wrists in the manacles he noticed how soft her hands were. This was clearly no serving woman, she was a woman of leisure. Korven took the rest of the chain and draped it over her shoulders. It hung like a heavy necklace around her neck and the dark links where clearly visible even in the dim light against the swell of her white breasts.

“Don’t move” he told her and stepped towards the younger sister. The girl kicked out and her heel hit Korven on the upper thigh. “Ow! You little street cat – any higher and you would have made me very angry!” He picked her up by her arm and spun her around so she was facing the wall. Using his hips to pin her against the wall he wrestled her arms behind her back and looped the chain tightly several times around her arms. Korven could not help but notice how firm her ass felt as it wiggled against his groin.

Korven glanced at the older sister and was pleased to see that she had not moved at all from where he left her. Standing draped in chains, her head bowed she looked resigned to her fate.

Korven pulled the struggling brunette over to join her sister. The young girl’s dress had been torn in the struggle and her left breast was nearly completely exposed. Her tit was hanging like a ripe peach waiting to be picked.