Petra Rescued

Petra had expected to be brought to a jail cell, like the one she had rescued Leanne from earlier in their adventure. Or even brought directly to the magistrate, that would have been fine. So when the guard starting tying their 'leash' to a post outside a tavern she was extremely confused. She yelled at him through her gag but he just laughed and kept tying the knot.

When he was done he tugged it and turned to face his charges. He winked, "Wait here a moment, would you?" Then he disappeared inside the tavern.

Petra immediately started to struggle, anything to get free of this predicament. Tiffany looked at her strangely, "Petra, I don't think that's going to work."

"Mmffph!" Petra yelled into her gag. If Tiffany could somehow remove the gag she could use her persuasion magic. Unfortunately Tiffany didn't seem to understand what she was getting at.

"Well look at this," A male voice said. Petra turned to see two grimy looking men approaching them, "Pretty looking cunts huh?"

His companion laughed, "Aye. Too bad they're all tied up. That's guard's rope. Their pretty little pussy's are locked away right now."

"Sure, but her mouth ain't," Said the first pointing to Tiffany, "and hers is just a cloth away." He said pointing at Petra.

At first Petra was disgusted by the very idea, but suddenly she saw her chance. She nodded eagerly, trying to get them to ungag her.

"Look at this slut, she wants it bad. Well we can help with that, can't we?" Said one man. He roughly grabbed Petra's left breast and squeezed. She glared at him but then nodded, he just had to remove her gag...

The man groping her reached out to remove her gag but then the other man slapped his hand, "Wait. Isn't it a bit suspicious that only one of em has a gag?"

"What? How do you figure?" Said the man.

"Well...what if she's some sort of witch? She'll bewitch you if you let her speak."

"Maybe but she won't be speaking with my cock in her mouth, will she?" Said the first man.

She looked over at Tiffany, and finally on the same page the two women managed to get down on their knees. Tiffany looked up and opened her mouth, and Petra did the same, as much as she could.

"Well alright then." Said the doubting man. He pulled out his cock and without fanfare shoved it into Tiffany's mouth.

"Bastard." Whispered the second man. He reached out and grabbed Petra's gag.

"Stop that!" Shit. The guard had returned. "Back away from the prisoners, unless you want to join them?"

The man in Tiffany's mouth jumped back and tripped over his own pants, "Uh no sir. We was just..."

"Get lost." The guard said. The man got to his feet and pulled his pants up, then the two ran away.

The guard untied them from the post, "Come along then. The magistrate the drunk and doesn't want to see you. The good news is you get to skip a trail and the worst of the available punishments. The bad news is he's passed summary judgement and sentenced you already."

The guard apparently decided not to elaborate on their punishment and they were **** to walk along behind him in silence. Eventually they reached the courthouse and the attached jail that Petra had initially expected. Here he separated them, and roughly shoved Petra into a cell and locked her in. The bastard didn't even remove her gag or rope bondage. "Don't worry, you won't be here long," He told her, "I'll deal with your friend first."

He led Tiffany off, but she quickly lost sight of them. Trapped as she was she could do nothing but pace back and forth in her cell. He said she wouldn't be waiting long, but that was a relative thing she supposed. She was there long enough that she started to get hungry, and she could tell by the fading light that night was approaching. So far she had avoiding sitting down, not wanting her naked bum on the cold stone floor, but she was too tired now. She leaned back against the wall and slowly sank down.

She closed her eyes and wished for this ordeal to finally be over. She as she did she heard a noise like an explosion and she felt the walls shake. She opened her eyes and saw dust raining down. Another loud noise, this one less an explosion and more-

BOOM! She saw a metal door go flying down the hallway. Before she could make it to her feet she saw Kelly appear through the cloud of dust. With mighty hands she grabbed the cell door and ripped it off it's hinges and tossed it aside, "Let's go princess!" She said sarcastically. She picked Petra up like a sack of flour and tossed her over her shoulder. Then she started to run. Petra yelled into her gag but Kelly ignored her.

They burst out of the jail into a courtyard of chaos. The whole quarter appeared to be on fire. People were rushing everywhere trying to put it out. The rest of her party was nowhere to be seen, which was honestly probably a good thing. People were so focused on the fire they paid no attention to the orc running down the streets with the naked, bound woman on her shoulder. Kelly didn't stop until they were far past the city gates, setting Petra down in front of a roaring campfire.

Leanne came over and removed her gag, "Petra! I was so worried!"

Petra looked around, "Where's Tiffany?"

"She's fine." Said Zahara, stepping out a nearby tent, "She's just resting."

"What did they do to her?" Petra asked.

"Corporal punishment. She's lucky actually, we stopped them in time that I was able to heal all the damage. She just needs rest now."

Gideon sat down beside Petra, "Ya. She'll be fine. The guard on the other hand..."

Leanne looked over, "What did you do? Oh God, you didn't kill him?"

Gideon looked at her blankly, "Really? No I didn't kill him." She shook her head, "I just kicked him in the balls. With heels."

Petra sighed, "Ok. Well...how about untying me then?"

"Nah. You look good like that." Kelly said.

"Ya. Hot." Agreed Gideon.

"What? Guys? No. Untie me." Petra said, looking around for a friendly face.

"Sorry love. That's magic rope," Zahara said sitting down by the fire, "You do look sexy like that."

Petra groaned, "How long till it wears off then?"

"Oh, I'm not wizard," Zahara said, "But somewhere between a day to a week."

"That's a pretty big range..." Petra complained.

"You could always head back to town and ask." Kelly said smugly.

"...Fine..." Petra groaned, "Can you at least feed me? I'm starving!"