Right

Decision made, the mostly-naked pirate spun right. She arched her knee over the railing. By leaning forward and pulling her body with her hooked leg. Her smooth thigh slid down the railing and her soft lips, (covered only with a thin thong of leather I might add) were pressed into the top of the barrier. Something hard gently teased her clit, forcing a surprised moan from Liz. Continuing to lean forward, the wild pirate gracefully tumbled to the ground. Her long legs glided through the air as her back rolled across the ground to absorb the impact.

Standing wasn't quite as dancer-ly, but Liz was able to grunt herself to an upright position and thus un-squat. She walked briskly down the brick corridor, her arse and bust buoyant with every step. She followed the bend of the hallway until a portcullis of heavy iron blocked her path. The pirate attempted to squeeze herself through it's rectangular gaps and even tried to lift the brutish lattice but gained no passage.

To her left a smaller door had a sign that order her, "do not disturb." As one should when presented with such a sign, our female rogue disobeyed.

The naked woman behind the disturb-worthy door was quite displeased by the intrusion, letting out a high pitched squeal. Her panicked scramble flung her sunshine hair radiantly about while her arms attempted to cocoon her sun-kissed skin.

Liz laughed raucously, forgetting she was even more helpless than the naked stranger. The mischievous pirate cocked her head and stepped around to examine the blushing blonde, immensely enjoying the woman's reactions as she twisted trying to keep her privates private from the pirate's prying eyes. Such reactions were almost as pleasurable as the glimpses of golden flesh Liz's prying eyes stole.

"Stop!" the victim protested indigently, adding "please" with a whimper.

"Are you worried that people will see us?" teased Liz as she advanced towards the woman. Her prey backed away until she the brick wall prevented further retreat. Liz kept stepping forward and added "two women in such undress, think of the scandal." The blonde was; Liz could feel the damsel's hot impassioned breath on her neck. She gave the adorable woman a quick peck on the cheek and backed off. The bashful woman's face crunched up in delightful confusion and the slightest hint of disappointment.

The devious pirate was about to preform another onslaught of indecent teasing when an omnipresent voice said "Ladies and gentlemen, we have a special message for an Elizabeth Davies. Elizabeth The Mistress says 'I've planned a wonderful day for you, and I can't wait to catch up to you. So don't doddle.'" He spoke the message as whimsic as if he were announcing a developing courtship, but The Mistress's threat could be tasted clear enough.

"Is that you," asked the blonde, her embarrassment replaced with concern.

Liz felt a twinge of annoyance with the speed her prey had recovered from the pirates perverse ****. "Get rid of that sweet smile," the pirate barked. "I'm the one--" She was about to point at the blonde, but realized her arms were immovable. A grunt of annoyance at the turned tables croaked in Liz's throat.

"The Mistress can be so cruel," the naive farmer's daughter said noticing Liz's bondage, her brows drooping with pity. "Let me help you." Incensed by her victim's sympathy yet out of options, Liz didn't put up a fuss while the bronzed blonde fidgeted with the restrictive jacket. After jingling from a few buckles, the pirates arms were no longer forcibly wrapped around her belly but still in their sleeves. "That's the best I can do," admitted the rube. "My exit hasn't opened yet, but there are tunnels you can use." She flipped up a rug and opened the wooden trap door hiding beneath. "Keep running," she added, "don't let The Mistress catch you."

Liz tenderly descended down the bared set of narrow stairs with slowness and caution. The rickety steps protested beneath her feet yet stood firm. Her speed quickened when she reached the dirt floor of the tunnel below. Her arms free, she was able to beat feet with less fear of falling. With straps jangled a jolly tune, Liz ran into the dim tunnel, they chase still on.