Slurtis goes back for Sylla

Slurtis crept down the dungeon steps. In a room at the bottom of the steps, the jailor sat at a desk eating a warm meal. Slurtis muttered a quiet curse under his breath, and the jailor yawned and lay his head of his desk, fast asleep. Grinning, Slurtis slipped past him.

There were three corridors leading away from the jailor's room, each lined with cells. Slurtis could hear voices from the eastern corridor. He was surprisingly nimble on his feet and made little sound as he passed along it. In the first cell he past a pair of goblins sat glumly on the floor, wearing small loincloths. The second cell was empty; and in the third was a muscular orc, sleeping for the moment but strong and dangerous.

In the next cell he found Sylla and the Marquess. Poor Sylla was naked and gagged, her hands tied tightly behind her back, and bent helplessly over a wooden block with her ass in the air. The Marquess wore the same long green dress sewn with precious stones that she'd had on all evening. You'd think Sylla would have stopped blushing by now, Slurtis mused, observing her still reddened cheeks and the tears in her eyes. But then he noticed the criss-cross of sore red marks on Sylla's pert ass and the cane that the Marquess held tightly in her hand, and he had to constrain a laugh. The once mighty enforcer was clearly getting a good old ass whipping like a naughty little girl!

The Marquess undid Sylla's gag and tossed it aside. Sylla coughed and spat on the floor.

"Say thank you," the Marquess said.

"I will never....!"

Wssshh-crack! Another sore red mark appeared on Sylla's ass and she yelped, legs kicking helplessly in the air.

"Ow! Goddam it! Thank you!"

The Marquess smiled. "Tell me where the priest is."

"I don't know! He probably escaped."

Wssshh-crack! And another yelp. Slurtis enjoyed the slight wobble of Sylla's ass as the cane struck it, and how her little pussy lips became visible when she kicked her legs in pain. She was in the perfect position, bent over that wooden block, he mused. A man could just stand behind her and stick his cock right in her. It would be no effort at all. Serve her right, too! He smiled to himself, imagining the tough enforcer's warm girly pussy around his cock and her horrified reaction at being violated by a man she clearly disdained.

Ah, it was a pleasant thought, but he probably wouldn't **** her - he still needed her help to get out of here. With a sad sigh, he gripped his mace and readied himself to rescue her. Then he hesitated. Did he have to rescue her immediately? He had plenty of time. And Sylla might be more compliant if she knew he'd observed her humiliation.

"I really don't know, dammit!" Sylla was shouting. "He could be anywhere!"

Wssshh-crack! Yelp. Her ass wobbled and a new red mark appeared.

"Stop it, please, mistress! Please! I beg you! I've told you everything I know!"

The Marquess smiled. The bitch was quite broken, probably more from the shame than the pain. She gave her former enforcer's pale helpless ass a mocking little rub, warming her tender flesh. Then she grabbed her by her arms and threw her to the cell floor. Sylla landed with a thud, unable to protect herself from the fall with her hands bound behind her, the breath knocked out of her.

"Fine. I believe you. But there's another thing you need to do tonight," said the Marquess, settling down on a chair against the cell wall. "You need to apologise for betraying me."

Sylla pulled herself up to her knees and glared at the Marquess balefully. But then she sighed in defeat - she had no wish to go over the block for a further spanking.

"I apologise," she said. "I should never have betrayed you. I'm sorry, Marquess."

The Marquess laughed. Then, slowly amd meaningfully, she opened her legs wide, her pretty green dress spreading like a fan.

"I think you can do better than that," she murmured, smiling.

Sylla's face fell. She had feared this was coming. It was the Marquess's favourite way of humiliating her captives, and Sylla had watched enough foolish girls pay their way on their knees in the past.

"Come on Sylla, quit stalling! Unless you want to go back over the block?"

Reluctantly, Sylla shuffled forward until she knelt directly in front of the Marquess, who was already smiling with anticipated satisfaction.

Watching from the shadows, Slurtis felt his cock hardening. I will rescue her, he said to himself. But I want to see her get a taste of the Marquess first....