Finish her off

You grasp Sasha's blonde braids tight and shove the entire length of your twitching cock into her face. And just as you reach a violent climax, Sasha can't suppress her own orgasm any longer. Her body shakes in involuntarily spasm, but her muffled screams of pleasure quickly turn into a guttural gurgling noise and her eyes widens with surprise as she chokes on your massive load. It's been weeks since your last release and the poor girl's mouth quickly overflows with your torrent of cum. At the other end Djuba roars as he delivers a last brutal thrust and unloads in her cunt.

The three of you remain like that for a a few moments and a strange stillness descends on the stable. You finally pull out and let go of her. As you stand up, Sasha slumps down at your feet, coughing and spluttering.

Djuma laughs while he tucks his thick member back into his pants. "Will that be all, Mistress?" he chuckles coarsely.

Sasha doesn't reply, she curls into a ball sobbing softly. Just a few moments ago she was an arrogant young noblewoman, now she lies weeping and humiliated at your feet, with her clothes in shreds and thick ropes of cum running down her mouth, chin and neck. Her pale white thighs are also streaked, not only with globs of semen but with smears of bright red blood that mark this bitch as yours.

"Isn't that a sight for the gods?" says Djuma. "Brother, I've dreamed of this day for years, but" he continues, "I'll be damned if fucking this bitch wasn't even sweeter than I ever imagined it!"

You can't deny sharing your companion's excitement. But his inability to keep his cock in his pants has seriously affected your plan of escape. If anyone heard Sasha's screams, the local household guards of the neighborhood could be on their way right now. Last year a captured Alkebu-lan warrior was hung from his wrists from a nearby tower while ravens pecked at his eyes and genitals. Like you, that **** was a powerful, black-skinned man, and it took three full days for him to finally die. His crime was trying to kiss a white woman, a skinny servant from a poor family. You can't even begin to think what the punishment for the brutal **** of your own wealthy young Mistress might be.

"We could be in deep shit, Djuba." You glance nervously at the doors to the stable half expecting to see the double doors swinging open. Djuba nods in agreement, "We can go to the marshes, Brother." You thought he'd vote for that option; it is by far the safest of the three that you've talked over. "I know a place we can hide close to the river, we can stay there until it gets dark and float out as soon as the river Gate opens."

"Not so fast, brother, hang on a moment!" You reply, as an alternative starts to form in your mind.