Millie pleads for mercy

"Please." Millie pleaded with the young mercenary, looking up at him hoping for sympathy, but instead he was just staring at her breasts.

"Please let me go." Millie whimpered again.

The mercenary pulled her up by her hair until she was kneeling in front of him, then, pulling her by her hair slowly so she could crawl alongside him he pulled her over to where his belongings were. With the hand not holding her hair he reached into his saddle bags, pulling out a rope, which he tied around her hands, then, throwing the rope over a branch hanging over them he pulled tight, and Millie felt herself being pulled up by her arms so high that only her toes touched the ground. Hanging like that she watched him tie the rope around the trunk of the tree, pulling tight so Millie almost was lifted of the ground.

He then walked over to her, ripping what remained of her makeshift poncho of her, exposing her naked body fully. Millie felt fear rising in her as he walked closer to her, admiring her big breasts, just looking for a while, then cupping each of them, nodding as if in approval, then looking at her saying:

"Nice tits."

Millie was too afraid to reply, but watched as he walked over to a nearby tree, breaking off a branch about two feet long and quite thin. Then he walked behind her, slowly running the branch over Millie's butt.

Knowing what was about to happen, Millie clenched her teeth shut.