Just take her

The hand holding her wrists together high against the tent-post clamps tightly on her delicate wrists while your other hand grabs a fistful of her soft breast and twists it until she cries out. You like the sound of her panicked shriek, somehow in spite of everything she's been through Alicia still thinks that she has the rights and privileges of a free woman. You hear laughter coming from the guards outside your tent and knowing that they can hear everything that you are doing to this lovely slut makes your cock twitch with pleasure. There is something oh so pleasurable in taking a young woman like this and showing her what her life as a fuck toy is going to be like.

"You said you wouldn't **** me." That was true, but back in the tent she told you that she knew how to please a man, so turnabout was fair play. Instead of defending yourself, you whisper your crude intentions into her delicate ear.

"You know what, girl?" She shudders against you as you slide your hand from the breast it had been mauling to pinch the puckered teat on her other tit, "I've changed my mind. If you'd rather not play, I think I'll try it another way." In fact, judging by the way her nipple has hardened under your rough fingers, and the soft whimpers you can barely hear, that might be what she wants - or gets no matter what she says.

"No!" Remembering how Lady Relia's protests had turned to cries of ecstasy you decide to find out if this pretty young thing would prove as malleable. The memory of the once fine noblewoman of Athenapolis squirming on your cock as your drove it up into her ass reminded you that although Alicia's cherry had been popped by that scumbag boyfriend of hers, there was still another virgin hole to plunder.

"Oh Yes!" Your voice is low and harsh, "Trust me, by the time I'm done fucking this ripe body of yours you'll never want Aurilius or any other man." As expected, this threat causes her to squirm against your cock again and you press against her back, pushing her chest hard against the tent post while pulling sharply on her thick hair until her fighting subsides. "Don't pretend you don't like this, slut," you continue your verbal ****, "I bet your slut pussy is dripping down your thighs right now." With the fight gone from Alicia you release her wrist. Instead of clawing at your face or pulling at your wrist she clings to the post **** for any support to hold up her trembling frame.

A quick check with your newly freed hand doesn't find any juices dripping on her thigh, but her pussy is hot and slick when you jab two fingers up into her.

"Ooohh!" Her gasp is a mixture of surprise, pain and, much to your satisfaction, pleasure.

Another sharp twist of her hair turns her head enough for your mouth to find hers and as she jerks on your fingers your tongue spears past her teeth and into her mouth. Her mouth tastes like wine and olives, and after a surprisingly short time you feel her soften in your arms and submit to your demanding kisses. If she was hoping that her surrender would soften your approach, she is sadly mistaken, your fingers dig as deep as they can and wiggle inside her as your tongue plunders her mouth and you continue to twist fiercely at her hair.

"Please..." She sounds broken when you finally lift your mouth from hers. "I'll do it, I'll do anything you want. Just don't hurt me."