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Chapter 13 by Blackhand Blackhand

How well do you resist the teasing?

Knight or Dumb Slut?

You used the opportunity of the long march as a chance to plan your strategy. Of course, as erotic it was to be in this situation, this was just supposed to be dalliance. You would enjoy being rode around for awhile, and eventually get rescued. Along the way, you'd be testing yourself and your resilience. You didn't know what "training" awaited you at your destination, but you would need to focus if you wanted to hold on to your free-will. If you were too defiant, they might try to punish you harder. What would they do when they realized their beatings didn't effect you? If you were too pliant though, there was always the risk that obedience could become habitual. It was a remote possibility, but you could actually succumb to their primitive methods if that was the case.

However, your thoughts never seemed to get much further then that. You'd start to consider particulars and just...get distracted. The infernal throbbing between your legs and the unfulfilled fullness inside you constantly demanded attention. The moment your thoughts slipped or paused for a moment, you were right back to thinking about your poor, frustrated cunt.

How many times during the march did you lose focus and realize that you'd lost an hour of planning time? You kept trying to go over hypotheticals and kept trailing off into thoughtless need.

As a knight, your teachers had trained you non-stop to instill soldierly discipline. However, they'd never taught you anything about sex before. Indeed, despite the perversions that led you to this predicament, you were hardly experienced at all. At one point, a stray, sobering thought hit you. If they really did plan to use sex and desire to train you, what if you were less experienced and capable of resistance then the average woman? What if your prior chastity left you hopelessly outclassed?

The thought put a shiver up your spine. You weren't sure if it was fear or arousal. Not that you had time to examine that reaction. A swift swat on the ass from your Hob-Goblin captor made you whine into your gag and move faster.

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