Tie her up and play with her a little

The rope in my pack came in handy in tying up my new claim. I could have just dismissed her and summon her again at a later time, but I had always wanted to play out a 'victory scene' with a pretty captured bandit. With the amount of rope I had, I could do her feet, her hands behind her back and probably tie her to a tree or something. I decided to keep her as is with her limbs tied up and proceeded to set up camp a little ways off the road between a cluster of trees. For privacy reasons. After checking the bandits for anything valuable, I carried my unconscious slut over my shoulder towards my camp site and set her down by a rock. As I left the 'dead' bandits disappeared in a puff of smoke like ghosts in the night. Her skin was warm and soft to the touch, odd for what might be the hot blooded brigand archetype but pleasant all the same. She smelled like wildflowers too, which was a plus. A woman of the woods had a certain sexy allure that I found irresistible.

With some survival skills put into play, I had a functional camp by the time it was getting dark. I made it as authentic as I possibly could, for nostalgic reasons. By that time, the NPC in my company was coming to. I was casually sat by the crackling fire, the warm light washing over both of our silhouettes as her form groggily raised to a kneeling posture.

"... You got some nerve keeping me alive after killing off my lackeys, stranger..." She grumbled woozily, head hanging low. The immersion level was through the roof.

"Sorry to disappoint, but you're more valuable to me alive." I answered, getting into character, "Call me Joe."

"Yeah?" She lifted her face, revealing a threatening grin. It appeared she still had her rebel pride intact despite being restrained, "So what in Fargod's name are you, Joe? Slaver? Sheriff? Plan to hand me off to the guards in the next town to fuck all they want?"

I assumed Fargod was some kind of local deity she worshiped. I leaned in a little closer, "That's an idea, but I'd prefer to keep you for myself."

"Is that so?" Her grin grew wider, squirming to sit up with limited success. The reason as to why was anyone's guess, but from the way her shoulders were moving, I figured out what she was up to, "Let me guess. Daily Fuck Schedule of Slaver Joe. Morning suck offs. Spread my legs anytime he wants. Ride him out every night. Take all the seed his pecker can spew..."

This was one really dirty girl. I could only imagine what a higher Horniness stat would be like. Compliments to the personality programming. I answered to her sarcasm with a smile, and as I predicted, she acted. Her hands came straight at me, one of them armed with a knife aimed for my heart. With a deft grip on her wrists, I had her tossed back first onto the dirt and the knife in my hand. It was more challenging as it sounds. She seemed an experienced fighter, just like her stats said she would be, and it took all my old VR RPG skills to keep from getting stabbed. I expected her to struggle more after, since I was now on top of her, but instead, she laid there, chest heaving from the sudden rush of air of being thrown. She still had that grin on her tattooed face, and a look of intensity that sparked heat into my very core.

"I didn't say I was not being serious." She suddenly chuckled, "I'd do that for a man who could defeat me so easily twice in a row." She started to squirm again, "So what you waiting for, Slaver Joe? Don't you wanna taste your hard won prize?"