You play by the rules

"No, no, no." You chuckle at the petty ****. "Don't take this personally, I'm sure you're a nice girl and all, but a guy like me could get hung up for treason if I start trying to pass messages to some other army." The slender woman seems to realize that she's in trouble, her hand comes up to touch your stubbled face and her eyes lift to meet yours pleadingly.

"I'm sorry, Lord." Her blue eyes blink nervously. "Please don't tell Master Vasili what I asked you to do. He'll whip me ... oh gods, it hurts so much, please?" You've been around women enough to know when you are being manipulated. Your fingers twist into her soft golden hair and tighten until her mouth opens in a soft whimper.

"Maybe a whipping is just what a stupid **** like you needs to remind her of her new role?" This demonstration of control is all it takes to turn this new captive into a fully submissive sex ****. There is no more silly pleading or attempts to play you, this girl knows that she has only one hope to keep out of trouble. Without a word she slips to her knees and guides your cock with her hot mouth.

"Mmm ... Master, it's so big. And you taste so good, so manly ... mmm ... let me show you what a good **** I can be." She is doing a good job. To be fair, it's one of the best blowjobs you can remember ever having, and to think just a few weeks ago this pretty thing wasn't even a ****. That bit about how good you taste is nonsense, you haven't had a proper bath in weeks, just daily dips in the river with only handfuls of sand to scrub the stale sweat from your body. Which reminds you that you are supposed to be getting cleaned up for Vasili's banquet.

"Maybe we should get washed up?" It's a weak attempt to do the right thing, but when she takes more than half of you into her mouth you grunt in satisfaction and rest your hand on her head as she swirls her tongue around your twitching nob.

"Am I doing a good job, Master?" The Kalioni captive lifts her mouth off of you long enough to ask you what you want, but her small hand never stops stroking the saliva covered rod. "My instructors tell me that I'm a natural cock-sucker; I've only been learning about men for three days, but we all have to satisfy men like this four or more times every day." After a brief return to bathe the head of your cock, she lifts her head and reveals a little about her training. "At first it was awful, the guards and teamsters who Master Vasili brought into the training tent had to hold my head and **** their thingies into my mouth. I was so ashamed, but I couldn't stop them. Now, as you see, I don't need to be ****." She gets a coy smile on her lips, "I even get a little wet every time I pleasure a man, especially when they spew their junk all over my little titties."

This last evocative description is all it takes to push you the rest of the way over and you do exactly that, letting your long pent up cum spew out in jets all over her small breasts until the round mounds look like sweet pastries dripping with white icing.