Run to master Arnol's property

Panic struck, Alicia felt she has **** but to run, it probably wasn't the most rational decision, but if she could make it to Master Arnol's in time he could protect her. She ran as quick as she could, it wasn't very fast as she was trying to hold the cask of whisky. She heard the Lord's boot chasing her down the cobblestone paths but thankfully he was too old to match her pace. She reached the door and swung it open. She found Arnol in his bath, a big stone tub filled with hot water, he floated in it lazily. He was a short man and he had grown quite fat, it was hard to believe this man was once a knight.

Panting and scared Alicia says to him "Master, its Myke Caswell... he started touching me... I... I tried to stop him but he chased me" His eyes where closed

"where is my whisky girl?" he said as if her pleas meant nothing.

"Master please i think i'm in serious trou-" he cut her off

"fill up my cup, and one for Lord Myke. we will have a little discussion" he said. Arnol got dressed and sat at the table sipping his whisky, a cup of the same whisky sat at the other end of the table untouched. there was a knock at the door, he looked at her and said in a quick whisper,

"under the table, while we talk you better convince me that your worth keeping, if not, i'll give you to lord Myke and you can go to the Stormdale dungeons." She slid under the table and just as she did that the door opened. She saw Myke Caswell's boots approach Arnol who sit calmly in his chair. It didn't take a genius to figure out what Arnol meant by "convincing him" He had already pulled his dick out and it awaited expectantly as the conversation begun above. She had seen prostitutes use their hands before and she aimed to do what they had. She spat in the palm of her right hand and grasped his thick cock. She rubbed her hand up and down, stroking it as her saliva coated it. Her spit allowed her hand to glide up and down effortlessly.

"Look, Arnol, I know why you keep her around, she has to be the hottest girl in this hellhole, but the truth of the matter is I am a high-lord. She is a ****. doesn't matter how pretty she is, she is still a **** and always will be a ****. She hit me, in the face and I want her punished accordingly." There was a moment of silence as the pair drank their whisky. Alicia continued to stroke his cock but she felt she had to do something more ****.