What choice does she have?

"Get naked and on the bed girls." You tell the two worried looking slaves who can hear the pounding on your apartment door just as clearly as you, "and be ready to fuck the shit out of whoever comes through that door." To your surprise the slender blonde follows the lead of her man-savvy companion and you take the time to scatter several handfuls of coins over their naked bodies. Hopefully this delightful little scene will slow down the first wave of mercenaries that come through the door. Carrying the chest with the rest of the coins back to the balcony you close the thin wooden door behind you; those flimsy panels couldn't even stop an angry woman, and would barely slow down a warrior, but every second could make a difference. As you expected, Lady Relia made the only choice under the circumstances and is now wearing the much lighter under robes that a free woman would normally wear in the privacy of her house.

Relia's body is far more visible now. She's slender with a narrow waist, full breasts fill out the lacy top of the saffron colored tunic nicely and the shape of her thigh draped by the long tunic is promising. However, her undertunic, like the stiff outer robes falls nearly to her ankles and is also too tight to allow her to straddle Swift's neck.

"Hold still" you tell her as you draw your long knife. The blade is about eight inches long and sharpened to a razor's edge. The woman steps back in alarm, but thankfully before she screams out in panic, Lady Relia realizes what you intend to do and spreads her knees as far as the garment will allow. The knife rips through her tunic about halfway between her knee and her crotch, slicing the front of her tunic open from top to bottom. "Turn around." Trembling she turns her back to you and a second careful cut opens the tunic from behind.

"That's better. Climb on and hold still as I strap you in." She makes her way up onto the passenger saddle with more agility than most but protests as you strap her calves to the rigging with strong leather bands. Her calve is smooth and tanned, and almost jerks free as you wrap the first leather strap tightly around it.

"What are you doing!?!" She asks angrily. You understand why she is not happy as you pass the strips several times around her ankles and secure her leg to the harness that encircles Swiftwing's chest. Those thin straps are the same ones that slavers might use to bind the limbs of new captures as they prep them for transport; strong, flexible and easy to fasten, but that's not why you are fastening her down.

"Do you think you could stay in that tiny saddle in the middle of Rider combat?" She bows her head in defeat and lets you strap her other ankle securely. It is hard to ignore the tension between you as you wrap the leather strap three times around her lower leg and pull it tightly through the ring along the heavy girth that encircles the drakes chest. You're not usually into bondage, but there is something about the way Relia responds to having her legs strapped open that makes you want to try this again when you're not trying to avoid a painful ****. Tucking the tail end of the strap under a billet you finish just in time. The sound of your apartment door shattering open is followed by the scream of one of the slaves. Time to go.

Hurling the chest of coins off the balcony, you leap onto Swiftwing's back. As you slide into the saddle you feel Lady Relia's body pressed against you, her thighs resting on yours, her ass against your crotch and her soft back under your chest, no time to enjoy the feeling though as Swiftwing leaps from the tower. Hopefully any archers below will be scrambling for the coins you threw ahead of you because there is no stopping your drake as he swoops down towards the crowd, gaining speed as he falls.