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Chapter 9 by Manbear Manbear

Is your body enough to distract the young man?

Not the way you wanted.

"Shackles" He exclaims as his gaze lifts and he catches the hand that had been resting on his chest with a firm grip. "I almost forgot." Before you have a chance to react you find yourself turned to the wall and feel the now too familiar weight of manacles fastened to your wrist. As he presses you against the damp stone you feel the pressure of the iron against your arm as the key turns in the lock. Then he pulls your other hand behind your back. Hiding the makeshift blade as best you can in your clenched fist you pray that he will not notice it.

The light from the flickering torch is dim, but you doubt one of the regular guards would have missed it - where are they and why is this youth running errands for his mother? As you feel the key turning in the other manacle you realize that perhaps not all is lost. Your freedom still depends on keeping this teen from thinking clearly.

"Oh my!" You gasp, using the words suggested by one of your first trainers. "You are so powerful." Pressing with your ass slightly you can feel the bulge of his erection pressing his tunic against your firm cheeks. Your words have apparently struck a chord because he replies with pride.

"I told her I could help with the slaves." Clearly referring to his mother. One of his hands is now resting possessively on the curve of your hip stroking you tentatively.

"Oh yes!" you continue to pump up this boy's ego. "Your hands felt so strong and adept as you spun me around and rendered me helpless." Wiggling slightly against him you continue the fantasy. "You could do anything you want with me now." Judging by the jump in his tunic the thought excites him too. "I never guessed that you were such a man. Why haven't you ever done this to me before." You moan these last words out filling your voice with need and frustration. "You must visit the other slaves and make them please you." A man like you must be nearly insatiable, its my breasts, they are too small for you aren't they."

"No, they are beautiful." He grunts as both his hands circle your body and cup your tits squeezing them with his thin fingers. "I always thought you were the most beautiful of all the slaves." His fingers are clumsy and unskilled, but the excitement of your possible escape combined with your earlier stimulation cause your nipples to pucker into hard peaks.

"You see what you do to me!?" All men really are stupid, each and every one of them believes that he can be the one that tames even the proudest captive. "I never ... oogh ... I never knew this could feel so ... uummgh ... I mustn't let you ... ohggh ... what are you doing to me!" The boy's hands were now running up and down your hard belly feeling the firm muscles under your soft skin. When you had first been captured a little of the baby fat still rounded your belly and thighs, but after months of punishment that last indication of childhood was gone. The feeling of his hands nervously exploring your body is exciting and your gasp of pleasure is not completely feigned as his fingers slide over your shaved mound and find the wetness between your legs.

"I'll make you beg me." He grunts as first one and then another finger press into your moistening pussy. His fingers lack skill, but his eagerness is unmistakable. "No! I'll never surrender!" Just a little more resistance "I mustn't" and then the big climax. “No please!” His breathing is hot and heavy in your ear as he plunges his fingers as fast as he can into you. “Please Stop!... I can’t take this… your hands… Please , Please… I’m begging you … please make me yours.” And with that you twitch your body around bumping and grinding your ass against his groin as you clench and release his fingers as they stroke deep inside your core. Your mouth opens and mindful of the guards who may be up the stairs you let out soft whimpers of emotion instead of the loud scream you might normally have used. You have had many orgasms since that first time in the wagon, faking one well enough to fool this youth is pretty easy.

Turning your body into his you drop to your knees and nuzzle his erection through the tented fabric of his tunic. “You are so big!” you exclaim “I want to feel you in my hands!”

Does he free your hands?

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