He takes you upstairs

You want to protest as he guides you through the crown of men gathering around the two whores. But even as you pass within ten feet of where your knives sit piled on a small side table you make no attempt to get away. Maybe it is the strength of his arm wrapped around your waist, maybe the intense arousal you feel from your successful (but too slow) attempts to please Frey or maybe its the memory of the way he brought the blonde whore to a screaming orgasm despite her best attempts to hold out. You walk with him up the stairs away from the growing chaos of the common hall without any kind of resistance.

The barmaid who you spoke to earlier was at the end of the hall and when she saw Alrechi guide you to the door she shakes her head sadly and then looks quickly away. He pushes open the door and from years of training you made a quick inventory of the room. Two possible other exits, a barred window that may or may not open, a small door to the right probably leading to a side room or closet. The room has several pieces of some value, a pewter pitcher and wash basin sit on a shelf near the bed, and several polished bronze candlesticks fill the room with the soft light of beeswax candles.

There were several hooks on the wall to hang clothes and a chest rests at the end of the large bed. The mattress sits on a heavy wooden frame with tall posts rising from the corners of the bed; a thick piecework quilt and several pillows lie on it, and the padding under the quilt looked thick and smooth. The only other item in the room was a large worn leather bag that sat on the chest at the end of the bed.

The inventory was silly, you realized. You were not here to rob this room; you were here to please the arrogant noble from Samos. Alrechi releases his grip around your waist and turns back to the door, closing it and dropping a heavy bar into a slot on the wall.

"That's better Sweet-Ass." He tells you as he turns back to face you, "That will keep us from being disturbed." As he steps closer, you are reminded of a mountain lion you once saw. Strong, confident, graceful and alert for any sign of trouble. He was a hunter and his prey, you realize grimly, is you. Despite the danger involved, or perhaps because of it you can feel a new surge of warmth in your belly as you wonder what it will be like when he fills your pussy with his magnificent cock.

"Are we going to Fuck?" You ask, deliberately crude as you try to gain some control of the situation.

"Such language my dear." He admonishes "We may, as you put it, Fuck, but first I must remind you that you struck me in front of my men." He takes another step closer and you can certainly reach him with a kick now, but you are burning with desire. A hard fuck with this arrogant bastard might be just the thing to relieve the stress you've been feeling but the man was such an ass...

"Do you expect me to say: I'm sorry?" You ask in disbelief after what he put you through.

"No my dear, I expect you to BE sorry." He walks to the leather bag on the chest and flips open the front and sides displaying a collection of sex toys - ropes, bindings, dildos, clamps, gags and an assortment of whips are neatly arranged like a craftsman's tools of the trade. You have seen toys like these before, but never ever considered using them; your life had enough pain in it already and you valued freedom above all else. The excitement you felt earlier cools faster than a blacksmith's iron dipped in water - no wonder the barmaid tried to steer you away from this man.

“You and I are going to play.” Alrechi says as he picks up one of the ropes. “I recommend you take your clothes off now, my dear – if you don’t want them sliced from your delightfully hard body.”

As he waits you consider your options. He still doesn't realize who he is dealing with, perhaps you could surprise him enough to get the curved blade from his belt, you could try to run, or for once in your life give up some control and see what happens.