You wake, but tightly bound

A bucket of cold water wakes you. You are inside a building half sitting against a large water trough and standing before you are two young women. You recognize the buxom blonde immediately - she is refilling a rope-handled wooden bucket and before you can get another good look at the plump breasts that are spilling from her torn blouse, a second wave of cold water douses you as she empties the bucket over your aching head. Judging by the look in her eyes, she has not forgotten your treatment of her when she was your captive. Her companion has roughly cropped brown hair and a slender build hidden under a tightly belted tunic; it takes you a second look to realize that this too is a young woman, although nowhere near as curvaceous as the blonde you were enjoying so recently, The boyish brunette holds a short blade in her hand and looks like she is just waiting for an excuse to stick you.

You are not at all surprised to find that your wrists have been secured behind your back and your ankles hobbled together with only half a pace of motion. It could be worse you decide as you realize your weapons and tunic have been stripped from you, at least you are alive.

"I should cut off your swollen cock right now!" The slender woman with the blade threatens you. "Dorothea deserves better than to be used as a plaything for some man." She kicks you on the shoulder pushing you to the ground and then sits on your chest pinning you to the stone floor of the room with her weight. "How does it feel, Pig?" she asks as she slides forward until her crotch is pressed to your face and the soft skin of her thighs are squeezing your face. "How does it feel to be the one used for someone else's pleasure?"

Actually, except for the tender spot on the top of your head that sends daggers of pain each time she rocks forward grinding her silk covered panties into you face, it was not all that bad. Unlike some of the lovers you've had, this pretty cunt is sweet smelling and her flesh of her upper legs is smooth and firm, were it not for the fact that your arms are securely bound and that there is a good chance you'll be dead in an hour this would be quite nice. Rather than anger the bitch any more than you already have, you decide to use your mouth to convince her that you have more value to her alive than dead. You almost chuckle as you feel her stiffen suddenly when she first feels you tongue teasing her sex through the ultra-thin layer of silk.

"Wha..." She gasps "Oh wow!" It is clear to you that this is the first time this fierce little warrior has experienced the wonders of oral sex. Her lovers were probably more interested in banging this squirming lovebox than pleasing it, not that you can blame them. If the positions were reversed you probably be balls deep into this tight cunt, taming her with your cock and teaching her what men want instead of licking and sucking on it like your life depended on it. It doesn't take long before the girl is rocking rhythmically and moaning as she rides your face. It's not at all bad, but your cock is trapped painfully in your loincloth and you doubt this young warrior cares a bit about your needs.

To your surprise you feel your erection being freed from it's painful constriction and the gentle ministrations of the other girl's hands and mouth, the combination of receiving pleasure even as you provide it is wonderful, and you forget all about the discomfort of the blow to your head. Unfortunately. before you can find the release that you badly need the bitch riding your face stiffens suddenly and lets out a long high pitched groan; even through the layer of her small clothes it seems you were able to make her cum. The ease with which she climaxes might have as much to do with the adrenaline rush of the battle and subsequent sudden reversal of fates, as with the skill of your mouthing but unlike most men you've practiced this and over the years gotten pretty good at knowing just what your lovers want.

"That's enough of that Dory." She scolds her friend when she sees my glistening cock in her hands. "This prick is going to serve our pleasure, you don't have to make him happy."

"But Sandrine, I like it." The blonde wench pouts as she climbs to her feet obediently.

"This is a bad man Honey, don't ever forget what he did to you when he was free." Sandrine warns her naive friend even as the two of them lift you to your feet.