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“I was not enjoying that-“ you started and he roughly placed a hand over your mouth to silence you.

“Shhhh! Quiet you stupid little slut! You’ll give our position away to the guards.” He growled angrily.

You argue briefly with your pretty mouth muffled as he gags you with his hand. Then he gives you a sharp slap on your exposed tush and you quiet. He pauses as he grins and your eyes widen as you realise he is running his fingers over your new nether lips, coming away wet. “No. You weren’t enjoying it in the least,” he says sotto voce, holding his moistly glistening finger before your eyes. You blush and bite back a retort. It was this body, not you dammit! “Let’s hope they don’t have hunting dogs. The scent of your sex is plain as day.”

The impudent peasant! He removes his hand and eyes you warily.

Quietly you say, “who are you and what do you want of me. I’m not a king anymore,” you say archly.