Bad Tara

My soul screams the agony of the newborn. I feel my throat dry, and eventually arms envelop me. They are warm and comfortable, soft and pliant. I open my eyes slowly, and I see beauty.

She has golden straight hair, and deep blue eyes. She seems worried about me. I smile faintly, and she in turn. I take a kiss from her lips. There are other voices around us.

The sword is next to me. Good! I will have more time to enjoy the blonde trollop, right now there are more urgent things to do. I grab my sword and stand quickly, my "twin" is doing just the same.

"Erica, stay away" My twin is holding our sword and shield. "I don't trust her!" well, I wouldn't trust me either, so what? but I quickly see how outnumbered I am, so it is better to use some subterfuge now.

"... I don't know if I can trust you either, but I will compromise. Swear to threat me fairly, and I will surrender to you" The "good" Tara didn't appear convinced, but her companions were far less suspicious. I look at the sword, and then to Erica "I don't think it is a good idea for you to carry this weapon. I will keep it for now, but use that silk over there to tie my hands"

"Uh, is it really necessary, Tara?" Erica asks my twin, but she nods accertive, and I let her tie my arms, giving a small cry at the end, taking the role of the victim.

... "Can I just be dressed with something?" All of them were stealing glances in my direction, sorry for their prisoner. I mildly wondered which one I would seduce first.