Fight

"Hold your lines big guy." You tell him as you start to unbutton your shirt, pretending to go along with his plans. As your shirt slides from your shoulders exposing more of the full bosom underneath you see his eyes drop from yours to feast on the sight of your breasts. They were held tight to your torso by an undergarment designed to keep them from flopping freely when you ran and climbed but that also pushes them attractively high and together so your ample cleavage is well displayed through the 'V' in your blouse.

"Do you like these?" You ask Alrechi as you untie the laces that holds the corset together under your tits. "Maybe I could apologize by rubbing these beauties all over your long cock. Wouldn't that be better?"

"What will be better is for me to have you tied down and gagged while I fuck those splendid tits." Alrechi clearly has no intention to make this a mutually pleasurable experience, 'too bad,' you think remembering the sight of his shaft as he took the whore downstairs and made her scream in climax.

"You can't blame a working girl for trying." You tell him wondering if he really still thinks you are just a street whore. As the corset comes off your breasts you let it fall at his feet, his eyes feast on your round breasts that now move with a life of their own and he steps closer to take them in his hands.

This little movement puts him in perfect range for your kick. Alrechi is quick, at the slightest sign of movement his hips twist and his hands drop low to protect his noble jewels. Clearly he has been in similar situations before and this is not the first time that one of his less than willing victims has tried to sucker-kick him.

But this time his block did not work as he intended. Your target was never his groin, (as tempting as that was). Years of training and your natural flexibility gave you much more range than most of the poor women he abused. Your kick rises high over his low block and up towards his throat. In the split second before your kick connects Alrechi is able to lower his chin and turn slightly away so your boot does not shatter his larynx as you had intended, but you do drive it into his jaw sending him reeling onto the bed dazed from the **** of the kick and stunned at the suddenness of the attack. Leaping instantly forwards you drive your shoulder into his groin as your left hand reaches for the long curved knife that hangs from his belt.

Again Alrechi impresses you with his fighting instincts. Still too stunned to protect himself fully, he is able to twist his legs reflexively and your shoulder glances off his hard hipbone instead of driving his nuts back into his backbone. Still your hand successfully pulls his dagger from his belt and Alrechi lets out a grunt of pain as you slam into him.

Jumping back out of his reach you wait to see how he reacts. With a smile you realize that the heavy barred door and soundproof walls that made this a perfect room for Alrechi's twisted activities also make any attempt on his part to yell for help nearly useless. This fight is between he and you and no others will effect the results. As you watch your adversary carefully he rolls off the far side of the bed and rises again to his feet holding a small boot knife in his hand. Any sign of the grogginess from your kick are rapidly disappearing.

"You're not the only one who carries more than one blade, Bitch!" Alrechi snarls as he moves around the end of the bed. "I am going to make you wish you never set foot in this shithole of an inn." The knife moves smoothly in his hand as he closes the distance between the two of you. His blade was shorter than the one you held, but his lanky build negates that advantage, and he looks like he knew what he was doing.