The Knight

The entertainers, even with their money pooled, go out of the auction early. The bar owner goes out next and leaves in a huff. But the knight and the maiden keep bidding and bidding. The knight is a tall, athletic woman, probably in her late 20s or early 30s. Her steely eyes stare down the younger noblewoman, and she wins the auction at 41000 coins.

You're wheeled offstage, still on the X, as she comes around to settle up. She watches as you're brought down, eyes cool as you try to stretch and massage out the pain in your muscles. She steps close to you and snaps a tiny metal cuff around your cock. The ring is attached to a leash.

"Don't run now."

She leads you out of the crowd. This time, people make a hole for you, and nobody grabs you. It probably has something to do with the insignia tattooed on her shoulders, and something to do with the long knives on her hips.

It's easy to follow those long legs, that tight ass. She leads you back to the barracks, past the hungry eyes of drilling Amazon squads, and into her room.

"Someday, I'll hunt you fucktoy, and you better put up a fight. But today..."

And she sweeps your legs out from under you, you hit your knees. She whirls off her leather armored skirt to show her thatch of black pubic hair, and grabs your head. One leg goes over your shoulder and you're looking at her pussy.

"Lick!"