See more of the woman

You turn back to survey the scowling prisoner. Her arms and shoulders are stretched back tightly and her chest is thrust invitingly in your direction. Without saying a word you run your fingertips horizontally along the ridges of the binding cloth enjoying the look of frustration and helplessness in her eyes. It's hard to judge just how large her breasts are under the tight bindings but she wouldn't have bothered if they were small and you guess they will easily fill your hands when they are loose. As your fingers slide across the valley between her breasts you feel and unexpected hardness. Reaching a finger and thumb into the soft V formed by her flattened bosom you pull out the small sheathed knife that had been so effectively hidden by her disguise. "What do we have here?"

"That's mine you pig!" The woman hisses as you turn it over in your hands. The knife was made for a woman, its hilt is much too small for your large hand. The sheath is rich red leather and gold wire, and a stag is embossed onto the leather with a tiny ruby as its eye. The knife slides smoothly from the sheath and reveals a four inch double sided steel blade. Resting the tip of the blade against the strips of cloth pulled tightly around her chest you look at her and ask:

"Who are you?" She stares at you defiantly and clenches her jaws together. With just the lightest bit of pressure you let the tip if the knife slide down over the bindings. The knife cuts the thick fabric like a razor slicing through cobwebs and two of the strips fall away. It looks like two more cuts like that and she will be dressed in only the scrap of blue silk around her hips and her sturdy sandals strapped to her delicate ankles. You wonder how you ever mistook this woman for a boy.

"What is your name?" You ask, and again she stares back in silence. You run the knife over the fabric again using a little more pressure this time and her full round breasts are free. The soft flesh has angry red marks from where the strips of cloth dug into the mounds. That must be painful you think as the blood flows unrestricted back into her tits. Maybe because of the pain, or maybe because of your attention her large nipples are stiffening into hard tips.

The woman spits in your face, her spittle spraying your left cheek. "Get away you scum!" Angrily you slap her across the face leaving a clear red imprint where your hand hit. Not bothering with the knife you slide the back of your left hand over her soft belly and down into the gap between the silk undergarment and her hair covered mound. Going to one knee, you pull the layer of silk down past her knees and let it slide the over her calves and lie in a pool of blue around her feet. Your new position gives you a wonderful view of her cunt, you can see the lips parting slightly and a flash of pink from between them. A drop of moisture is hanging from a tuft of hair and you can see more oozing from her glistening slit. Taking the drop gently on a finger tip you stand and smear it in the soft dip directly under her nose. As she smells the scent of her arousal you say:

"I will use any method I need to break you and have you answer my questions. Making me angry is not a good idea. Now again who are you? How is it that on the outside you are a penniless street boy but on the inside you are a woman in silks carrying a blade fit for a prince?" Her brown eyes were opened wide with fear but she still said nothing. The strong bands that she had used to wrap her chest are perfect for further immobilizing this wildcat. You tie one of her ankles to one end of one of the scraps from the stable and pull her other until hers legs are spread wide. As you finish binding her second ankle you admire your handy work; she stands with her legs stretched wide and her breasts pushed forwards completely at your mercy.

"Now are you going to talk?" you ask. With a shake of her head she turns away from you and stares at the barred doorway.

Looks like you will need to apply more pressure to get her to talk.