Show her what she's been missing

"That's a damn shame, sweetheart." You chuckle as she stares at you angrily. "Sounds to me like your boy-friend" you stress the 'boy' part of the word, "didn't know how to treat a woman."

"Aurilius loved me!" Alicia is quick to jump to her boyfriends defense. "No one could have ever been a better, more caring lover -" Your laughter stops her and she stares daggers at you. If it had been in her power you are sure she would happily rip out your guts and leave you bleeding out in this tent.

"Your 'lover' was a piss-ant shit who took what he wanted from you, and gave you nothing in return."

"You pig!" Her resigned demeanor is rapidly deteriorating. "You know nothing about Auri," her pretty breasts rise and fall attractively under her thin cotton tunic as tries to make her case, "or me!"

"I know enough about you," you step towards her until you can feel her hot breath on your chin, "I know that despite your lack of experience, that you are one hot young woman." Her cheeks brighten again and you decide to push her a little more. "I know that I can make you love a good fucking and that by the time I'm done with you, you'll forget about your lover-boy." Deciding to make a game of these few hours you throw out a challenge.

"Let me show you what I can do," you dare her, "If I don't have you begging for me to fuck you, I'll send you back to your sister and forgo the pleasure of feeling your tight pussy clamped around my cock."

"How can I trust you?" She asks defiantly, "How do I know you're not going to **** me anyways?"

You move so quickly that the young woman can only yelp in surprise as you spin her around and pin her to the central post with the weight of your body. On hand holds her wrists together above her head while your other hand roams over her body roughly squeezing her plump tits through the soft cotton of her inner tunic. Her ass fits perfectly against your hips and her squirming in your grasp does little more than rub you just right, finally when she becomes aware of the hard cock pressing between her tunic she calms down and you whisper your crude answer into her delicate ear.

"You don't know that, do you, girl." She shudders against you as you slide your hand through the 'v' at her neck and pinch one of her puckered teats, "but you do know that I can take what I want anyways if you'd rather not do it my 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.