Caught daydreaming

With no business if your own to attend to, you obediently wait near Lady Dun's carriage, appearing to all the world as though you are the guard you're pretending to be.

But with nothing to keep you occupied as the minutes tick by, your mind wanders once again to thoughts of these slavers. You can't help but imagine being overtaken on the road and defeated by several men. Your body grows hot as you picture them dragging Lady Dun from her carriage and stripping the both of you naked and force you to each watch the other being raped repeatedly.

You press the sheath of your sword between your thighs and squeeze it tightly, desperate for any stimulation when a feminine voice beside you shatters your fantasy.

"What are you doing?" Laurel Dun is watching you from just a few feet away, arms folded. You didn't even notice her approach.

Hastily, you correct your appearance but you know she saw your lust. You meet her eyes like a nervous puppy.

She frowns. "Girl, you really are a mess, aren't you? I've seen that look before. You are up to your neck in unfulfilled desire. Something big. Something powerful, that you can't do for yourself."

Your face burns red with humiliation. This woman sees right through you. You don't even try to explain yourself.

"Well, you're useless to me as a guard like this, so it's a good thing I don't actually need you. Get inside. Let's talk, just us girls."

She holds the door to her carriage open for you and when you hesitate she snaps "Now, slut!" One of her real guards glances over, having definitely heard.

Your eyes widen in horror as shameful arousal burns inside you and you dart into the carriage, followed closely by the raven-haired Lady.