Just one, Relia wants to hear about it

"Once, Lady Relia, and only once. Usually, my passengers were married or widowed, not sweet young things like you." Relia's rapid breathing is becoming heavier and as you watch her lick her parted lips you wonder why it even matters to her. "Do you really want to hear about my past sexual conquests?" Her eyes are bright with excitement, and she tugs nervously at the fabric of her tunic tightening the lace against her swelling breasts.

"Yes." The single word is barely audible, but it is all you need to know to confirm what you've been thinking.

"I have a code of honor, Lady Relia." You try to explain the unwritten rules that you live by in a way that she can understand. "I treat my employers fairly if they're honest with me. For people who cross me though, I have several different ways to make my point." Relia nods slowly and she takes a half step back as you talk.

"About a dozen years ago a fellow Rider and I were hired to fly the wife and daughter of a wealthy silk merchant back to their home in Polhermes. The week before, the merchant had agreed to pay my friend and I twenty gold talons each, but on the agreed upon morning he swore that the fee had been for us to split. By that time, as he well knew, we had wrapped up our business and were eager to be on our way and he must have concluded that we'd rather settle for the lesser sum than nothing at all."

"Does that happen often?" Relia surprises you with what appears to be genuine anger.

"Often enough that when I pulled the ****-saddle from the supply closet, my companion knew exactly what I had planned." Relia bites her lower lip between her teeth and moves to within a few fingers of your knees. "That presumptuous husband with his condescending attitude thought he had out-foxed us, and probably told the story to his friends over drinks until he got news five days later that his family never arrived at their destination."

"The merchant's wife mounted my friend's drake and his teenaged daughter climbed onto mine."

"Was she beautiful?" Lady Relia interrupts again, and this time you decide to try a little charm.

"Not like you, Lady Kiriakolis." She smiles and rests a hand on your shoulder as you continue. "Have you met people from Polhermes? Small, lithe and agile, much like their patron god?" She nods in agreement. "Well, this maid had just come of age and her body hadn't quite filled out, but she had a pretty face with an upturned nose, curly brown hair and sparkling brown eyes with flecks of gold in them." In Rider halls, girls from the city of thieves were popular because of their light weight, this one couldn't have weighed more than six stone and you had been delighted that she had ended up in your saddle. The mother wasn't unattractive, but her breasts had started to sag, and she had a roll of fat just above her hips from too many excessive banquets. Later when you sold the pair, the daughter brought four times as much as her mother, although the slavers chided you for your lack of restraint - had she been unspoiled (they claimed) she would have sold for twice as much.

Seeing Lady Relia's puzzled look you suspect that you had been woolgathering at the pleasant memory. You smile apologetically and do your best to focus on her instead of an all but forgotten memory, no matter how pleasant it had been.

"Tell me what you did, Rider." Relia eyes are bright with excitement, and you decide to see if she is as ready as she looks. "Did you ravish her as she begged and pleaded for mercy?"

"Not exactly, Lady Relia." You pull her gently between your knees and rest your hands on her hips. "You remember the feeling of riding on the **** saddle, right?" The bright flush that colors her cheeks was more than enough confirmation for you. "By the time I actually got down to the business of making the curly-haired maid into a woman she was hardly protesting at all."

"Here, I'll show you." She yelps in surprise as you swing her around and pick her up, so her legs straddle your lap and your face rests in her soft blonde hair, but other than that she offers no protests.

"W-w-what? No, you don't understand." You lift your hips simulating the slow rise and fall of Swiftwing's strokes and Relia shudders softly, no longer trying to deny this is exactly what she wanted all along.

"Remember," You explain calmly like this was no big deal, "the sensation of being strapped to those half saddles." Relia only moans softly, but you are satisfied with that inarticulate response "It didn't take all that long before our passengers became aware of their dangerous predicament." This time as you rocked under the excited noblewoman you rest your hands on her hips and pressed her down to meet the hard lump rising to meet her. "It was the mother who demanded that my friend and I do something, because as she put it, these seats are 'completely unsuited for free women' but I don't think our solution was quite what she had in mind."

"What did you do?" Relia's question is surely rhetorical, as you've already given away the ending of this cautionary tale.

"I'll show you." Pulling one of the long, braided straps hanging from your leathers, you tighten a slipknot around one wrist before she realizes what you're doing. Then as she tries to pull it off you pull her other hand behind her back and loop the other end around her with about a half a pace of slack between them running behind her back. Relia makes a halfhearted attempt to resist you, but this is a skill that you have perfected over time, and the knots at the end of the capture braids were designed to stay in place once tightened. "You see?" You pull back a lock of her fine blonde hair and tuck it behind her ear, "problem solved - the women we carried with us were no longer free women but captives instead."

"Is that legal?" Relia asks the question that many others have before her even as she tugs on her restraints.

"It is a matter of some debate in the courts," you concede "but it is not altogether illegal, especially when given cause like the silk merchant's reneging on our arrangement. That arrogant copper-pinching merchant had it coming."

"But his daughter did nothing wrong, yet she is the one who is reduced to slavery." To be perfectly honest, you had never before considered the 'justness' of the act from the women's point of view, and if you hadn't had a squirming lapful of soft feminine flesh, you might have given it a little more contemplation. However, Relia's protests do nothing to dampen her mood, if anything, knowing that the young virgin in question had done nothing to warrant her capture has only added to her excitement.

"Did you fuck her?" Relia's eyes are closed, and her head tilts back against your shoulder as she grinds her backside against your much too tight loincloth. "Did you ram your cock into her tight young pussy and hear her scream at the moment of her deflowering?" You have to stop the rising and falling motion long enough to free your cock, but as soon as you released the pressure your hands returned to exploring her curves. You have been dying to feel the soft orbs under her sheer tunic when she first stripped off her outer robes and you are not disappointed. Even through the soft fabric you could feel their weight and firmness. Lady Relia easily assumes the role of your captive passenger.

"Oh please, don't touch me like that. My father will pay you the full amount, I swear he will." It was pretty much what the girl had said at the time. The mother you recall had been so strident in her objections that she had to be gagged, but it would have been a crime to cover the ripe lips of your little one.

"Why would I believe you?" Relia's breasts were certainly larger than the curly-haired pixy, but no less responsive as you massaged them through her tunic. "It looks to me like you come from a family of cheaters."

"No please," Lady Relia has no problem following your unspoken prompt. "It wasn't me cheating you, Rider. It was my father."

"Your father?"

"Yes, Rider." Relia continues playing out her fantasy and you wonder if she had ever had the experience of having her breasts crudely groped by a man she barely knew. "He said Free-Riders lived by robbing honest merchantmen and that you deserved to see what it - Ohhh!" The rip in the tunic, already started by earlier by your knife, tears easily all the way up her torso until it reaches the lace brocade covering her breasts and now Relia is wearing nothing more than two flimsy pieces of sheer cloth that hang by her sides exposing nearly all of her charms. It had taken significantly longer to cut away the layers of clothes worn by the merchant's daughter, but Relia didn't seem to mind the fast-paced nature of your ****. This time, when your hands find her plump breasts, you can feel the milky softness of her skin and she gasps in pleasure as you pinch the hard nubs that crown her tits.

"Wait, Sir!" Relia is finally able to get out. "I'm still a maid, I can't let you do this." Once again Relia correctly guessed the young woman's objections. You remember thinking at the time, that by using that logic what was happening to her mother on the other drake was acceptable.

"Can't let me?" You chuckle wickedly as your hand descends across her soft belly and through the curls on her mons. "You have no say in the matter, my pretty little captive, I can do whatever I desire!" Judging by the juices that you find dripping from her folds, you know that to be the god's own truth. Your captive at the time had been nowhere near as excited as Relia is now, but that hadn't stopped you.