The journey continues.

When the outriders returned, they had news that the village would willingly surrender what food they could spare, but by the time the food cart had gotten there, a handful of the villagers had spoken up against them and attacked. Following the Captain's orders to the letter, not a single person was killed, but those who had rebelled were **** to march behind the cramped but relatively comfortable prison cart.

And despite her previous service to her own people before she was captured, she took great lengths to avoid them. They would not understand that they owed their very lives to her, but would curse her for turning traitor. The sobs and cries they made at night brought a tear to her eye as she watched on from afar, her presence virtually unknown to all.

But the Captain had kept his word. The lieutenant he had assigned kept their post well. Doggedly, they pounced at any wayward soldier who thought they could get away with using the hostages for 'comfort' or to relieve their frustrations, yelling and screaming at them until they gave up their ill-intentions, or until their own loyal troops came and forcibly escorted them away. She did notice however, that this protection did not extend to those who had fought back.

Asking her captor about it, he merely said, "My generosity has it's limits. Examples have to be made," before looking down and smacking her cheek with his cock. "And your mouth is talking, when it should be sucking."

Without another word, she went back to her new responsibility, and secret joy, of keeping his mind clear, while also thinking up an argument for him to show some leniency.

When they reached the fort on the Front, the Captain used what leverage and influence he could to secure the safety for his prisoners, but not for the leader of the small rebellion, because he was the one he would not forgive. He was to be tied to a post along one side of the fort, in plain view of the dungeon, so that the others could see what awaited his followers if they had similar ideas.

In the evening, after they had finally settled in, the Blade shadowed him to his new room. It was much smaller than his tent, but it had an actual bed and solid walls, rather than a billet and almost see-through cloth. The thought of actual privacy made her ring clench snugly around her plug, and she could feel herself moistening in anticipation. All she had done during the journey was serve him with her mouth, and she now wanted him to stuff her stretched hole with his prick. After taking off her cloak and helping him out of his armor, she bent over purposefully getting his clothes out of his trunk, shifting from side to side, hoping to tease him with the glint of the plug. But he seemed to be miles away.

Picking up a chair, he moved it the short distance to the narrow window, and frowned intently outwards, studying the horizon and the features of the land. If ever they were assaulted, he wanted to know how best to utilize that side of the fort, and what risks that side could hold. The Blade was put out and irritated that he was ignoring her needs, but putting those feelings aside for while, she came up behind him and started massaging his shoulders. There was a low appreciative growl from him and they spent the next few minutes making note of strategic locations and resources around them.

He had no mood or use for her tonight, but when they finally went to bed, he pulled her in close and squeezed her ass strongly as they both fell into an exhausted sleep.

Early the next morning, he found himself waking up to the feeling of a warm wet mouth bobbing on his cock, and the sight of a sodden slit and hard glass base in front of him. Tilting his head slightly, he saw that his toy had clambered over him and was helping herself to his morning rise. More pleased by her initiative and lack of restraint, he just laid there, enjoying her mouth while waiting patiently for the right moment to make her pay for thinking that she could use him, instead of remembering that it's the other way around.

That moment came when she went a hair too deep and he heard the softest cough, and felt her throat buckle. And when she went back down again, he locked his hands behind her head, trapping it in place while he got his feet under him, before thrusting up into her mouth. She struggled and squirmed in surprise, trying to get away, but after a few thrusts, she gave up and surrendered to his cock, gagging and sputtering as he worked his way down her throat. "Can't even wait for me to wake up before **** yourself on my cock," he grunted. "You really are a dirty fucking slut, aren't you?"

Her response was a pleased sounding chortle, and she rocked her hips wildly above his head.

The narrow beam of sunlight glinting off of the glass plug stung his eyes, and an idea popped in his head. Leaving her to her own face-fucking, he grabbed hold of her rear end and pushed one cheek aside. The other hand took hold of the base of her plug and he started to tug at it slightly, pulling at her taut flesh. She shuddered and moaned, but managed to keep her focus on her duty. Playing with different angles, he pushed the plug up against her rectal walls, watching her body flinch and move every time he did.

"Did you think I had forgotten?" he taunted, extracting it just beyond it's widest point before pushing it back in. "How much you enjoy having your asshole toyed with? How hard you cum? I bet you haven't cum like that in a long time. You probably haven't even come close to cumming since I sent you away."

She had. It didn't satisfy her, but she was more scared that if she told him that she did, he would stop short and leave her even more frustrated as punishment.

Plucking the plug out of her, he watched as her ring quivered and pulsed, slowly spiraling to a close, but not quite sealing tightly. Setting the plug somewhere it wouldn't get destroyed, and applying the slightest amount of pressure, his thumb slipped into her iris easily. Her honey dripped freely from her slit as he pumped it in and out of her, and she let out whorish moans around his cock as white dots started to dance before her eyes. "I know what you really want," he snarled. "And you know what you need to do, to get it."