Far more demanding

You pull Lady Relia's slender wrists together even tighter and the once-pure noblewoman arches her back upwards pressing her breasts into your torso even as a needy whimper escapes from her sweet mouth.

"I think you want me to be rougher this time, don't you?" The way her clear blue eyes widen makes it pretty sure you are on the right track. "Am I going to have to break you in?" Lady Relia's gasp is all you need to confirm your suspicions. "I'm going to have to train you in every sexual act your future master is going to want. You do want me to make sure you'll bring me the most gold when it comes to the auction, don't you?" With her naked body stretched out under yours and her wrists firmly clasped in yours, she really doesn't have much choice but that doesn't stop her from trying.

The proud noblewoman of Athenapolis apparently is not quite ready for this complete subjugation. She resumes her struggles with renewed vigor, bucking and twisting beneath you until she is able to pull one of her hands free and rake it across your face.

"Fuck that hurts!" Capturing her hand once again you pull her up from the couch and drag her to where your riding gear is lying on the carpeted floor. You can feel two or maybe even three welts forming under your eye where her nails raked across your face, Relia may or may not be acting out her girlish fears of being taken by a Rider, but either way she is playing for real and you do not intend to let her do any more damage.

"I'll never surrender, you beast," Relia twists her naked body against yours trying to break free but only succeeding in arousing your passions, "you may, through brute **** and villainy, **** open my unsoiled body, but there's nothing you can do that will break my will." Her referring to her 'unsoiled' body makes it pretty clear idea that she is simply acting out her girlish fantasy, but you are still smarting from where her nails raked across your cheek, and decide that she needs to be put in her place. It takes very little time to twist one of the capture braids that hang from your discarded belt around the struggling woman's slender wrists, binding them together and hang her from a heavy bronze hook conveniently attached to the center tent post above her head. Once she's secured you can use both hands to explore her soft flesh. Unlike the first time, you are not gentle with her; you twist and pull at her nipples fiercely stretching the hard nubs upwards until Relia is standing on her toes. In most women this kind of pain would dampen any sexual desires, but Relia flushes in excitement and her breathing becomes even more ragged.

"You stole me from my home, stripped me of my robes." You can see her excitement as you continue to grope her hanging body mercilessly. "To you, I'm nothing but a prize to be broken and sold as a pleasure **** to some fat slaver."

"I don't want to break you, my wildcat." You let her sink back down as you move your hand up to her slender throat and squeeze enough to make her eyes widen. "I want to feel you bucking and jerking under me as I take you. But first," you loosen your grip enough for her to get a good breath, "you have to pay for the scratches you put on my face."

"What are you going to do?" Relia hisses defiantly, "cut off my hand?"

"Oh no, Lady Relia," you laugh crudely as you lift her free of the tent post hook and push her back over the curved arm of the couch this time from the other side until her ass is high in the air and her face is pressed to the green velvet of the seat. "Riders have a much simpler way to discipline defiant captives." Even though she must surely know what was coming, Relia's sharp cry of pain when your palm lands on her pale buttocks is as much from surprise as pain. She tries to jerk away, but you keep one hand firmly on the small of her back lands again and again until the ivory flesh has turned a rosy red.

"Please stop!" The once-proud gentlewoman is no longer struggling, instead she is squirming on the arm of the couch, grinding her pussy against the smooth wood. "I'll be good ... I'll let you do what you want, but I can't take any more of this." Lady Relia's legs have opened even more until the drippings from her pink petals can clearly be seen glistening on her inner thighs. It's time to show this needy wench just how a Rider might fuck a freshly captured prize.