"Haha! Looks like our trap caught one!"

You turn your head to see the sentry hurriedly approaching, holding a torch in his right hand. He's upside down, of course, like the rest of the world. You swing to and fro, gasping for air from your multiple attempts to free yourself, heart pounding. You give one last, pathetic attempt to free yourself, but it's utterly fruitless. You do little more than reach your thighs before flopping back down to your original position, gasping for air. The sentry quickly closes the gap, and, seeing the large scabbard your greatsword is housed in, quickly yanks it off your belt and chucks it thoughtlessly to the floor. His face is about level with your armoured boots, and yours with his knees. "You're the first 'round here to be caught in that leg trap missy." The sentry laughs at you. You have to push your neck forward to get a look at his face, illuminated by the torch he's holding. "What would a wench like you be sneaking into our camp for hm? An armoured wench at that... You're not 'ere to steal our provisions are ya, girl?" He asks. The man is rather tall, and is clean shaven and completely bald. You reckon his age to be in his mid thirties. An ugly scar has blinded his left eye, leaving it milky blue and translucent. You can see his single functioning eye roam across your body in a way that makes you shiver, examining you like a prime cut of meat. The sentry speaks in a very common accent, immediately signalling to you that he comes from the lower districts of the more urban places in the kingdom. You think quickly. There's no way you'll be able to get out of this now without talking your way out.

"Why, I have never been so insulted in all my life! Is this how dignitaries are treated where you come from, wretch?" You demand, immediately assuming a demeanor of posh indignation, staring up at him with the highest amount of pomp and superiority you can muster, concerning the fact that you're currently hanging upside down by your feet. "I am a emmissarry sent by the king himself to seek an audience with your leader to negotiate a peaceful settlement! Now untie me this instant you mongrel tramp, before I have your head!" You demand. The lie was good, you think, considering the circumstances. Sending a silent prayer to Lucretia, you watch the guard's reaction. The watchman blinks in surprise at the venom in your words, and he even seems a little intimidated. "W-well I'm sorry missie I..." He starts nervously, concern knitted on his bald brow, and your heart surges. Maybe he believes you! That is, until, he scowls. "Come ta think of it... Why would a 'dignutarury' like yaself be creeping inta our camp all sneaky like eh?! Answer me that, wench! And with this big fuck-off sword as well!" He exclaims, anger clouding his face, kicking your sword in fury. "Nah, you ain't no dignatarary. And you ain't no thief neither! No good thief comes in here with armour like yours! I reckon you're 'ere to shank my boss! That's why you got this massif fuckin sword!" He near shouts now.

Your heart sinks, and you suddenly surge upwards, muttering a few holy words, your hands glowing. You've got to reach the rope right now! But of course, he doesn't let you. The moment you move, he grabs hold of your arms and painfully bends them backwards. "Naw, you're good right there wench." He growls. The sentry quickly moved behind you and out of your sight range, and you feel your arms suddenly pulled behind your back and tied together at the wrists. "G-Get off me! You bastard!" You gasp, kicking your legs and pulling at your bonds, but to no avail. All you manage to do is swing a little. You see the man again, though this time he's grabbed a piece of rope and is pulling it down towards the ground, and you feel yourself being lifted up, bit by bit with each of his long yanks. You begin to speak quickly, first demanding, then begging for him to let you go.

Soon enough, the sentry returns to you, and there's a cruel glint in his eye. He's lifted you so now you're about crotch level with him. He unsheathes a cruel, sharp looking knife. Your pleading stops, and your heart leaps into your mouth. "Seems like this is the perfect place for ya, wench. Now, for trying to kill our Karl, there's gotta be some punishment, see? You're lucky I ain't gonna kill ya. If you were a bloke, I woulda." While he speaks, he slashes the straps holding your armour together, starting with your greaves. One by one each armour piece falls away from you and hits the ground. First your greaves, then your chausses, leaving your milky, pale legs exposed. It takes some time for him to get your cuirass off, but soon enough it too clatters to the ground, leaving you only in your cloth shirt, undergarments, and your gauntlets. You shiver in the night air. What you're wearing is basically see through, and his eyes roam your pale, busty body with obvious, ravenous hunger. Your nipples involuntarily harden in the cold air, proudly pressing through your garments.

You glance down, and see a rather large bulge starting to form in his trousers. "Boss don't let us have whores in the camp. Bad for discipline ya see? Plus they got all sorts of nasty diseases. You though..." He reaches down and suddenly pulls down his padded trousers. A thick, hairy cock springs out and nearly hits you in the face. It's already fully hard and perfectly eye-level with you. His foreskin is already rolled back, and the thick mushroom head twitches eagerly. Clearly he's very pent up. You get a wonderful view of his fat, plump, full nuts thanks to your upside down view. "You're nice and pure I reckon. Probably only had a few boys in that tight cunt." He grins, taking hold of his cock and slapping it across your face some. "I reckon he'd let us keep you..." He pushes his thick manhood against your plump lips, forcibly parting them, but only meeting teeth behind. "Open up, wench. Or I'll carve your thighs and roast'em on the cook fire." You feel the cold steel of the blade press against your soft, plump thigh. You open your mouth suddenly, pulling away to beg...