Pleasure

Running the back of your hand from her ear down the side of her neck causes the girl to shudder, her skin is soft and smooth. She has the start of a sunburn around her color bones, she hasn't been in the sun for long. Sliding your finger tips over her left shoulder you run them along the curve of her breast marveling at the softness of her skin.

"You scum!" she hisses "How dare you touch me?" Ignoring her you cup her plump tit in your hand and softly rub the red marks left by the tight bands softly with your thumb.

"These look like they hurt, why did you do it?" You ask gently. "Why would a beautiful young woman like you dress like a boy and risk being captured?" She doesn't respond at all this time, but her nipple is stiffening even more and the red lines on her breast are fading. You hold your other palm so it just barely brushes against her other pink tip. She moans and her breast swells into your waiting hand, it is full and firm and fills your hand completely. As you roll her nipples between your fingers you see the flush of excitement in her face.

"Why did your gang attack me?" You ask as you lift your hands from her nipples.

"Ooohh." She moans. As your hands resume their gentle caress you see her struggle with her body's betrayal, in a low voice she begins to speak. "I organized them to stop the looters that were robbing our city. How does it make you feel knowing we mistook you for a common thug?"

"Good girl" you whisper softly "that wasn't so bad. Now let's try some more easy questions. How old are you?" You don't really care, but you want her to keep answering your questions.

"I'll be twenty in midsummer." She tells you, that seems about right, she is young, but closer to twenty than sixteen you guess. "Where did you get this fine knife?" you ask. You feel her stiffen and the sharpness returns to her eyes. Damn - that's a sensitive topic. Replacing your right hand with your lips you pull her puckered nipple into your mouth and tickle the tip with your tongue as you suckle on the breast. As she moans and tries to pull herself away in a futile attempt to relieve the pleasure from your mouth you slide your hand over the soft swell of her belly and stroke the soft fur below.

"No, No... uhghh...No!" you hear as you explore a little lower with your fingers. She is sopping wet, you can feel the trickle of her juices coating the inside if her thighs. Sliding your thick middle finger into her cunt you drag the moisture up over girl's clit and circled around and around in rhythm to the sucking on her nipple. You feel her resistance melt as her hips start to buck against your fingers. Kissing your way back up her neck you wait until she is just on the edge of exploding and try again:

"How did you get those pretty silk panties? Are all your clothes like that or were these special?" You ask as you stop stroking her. She moans in frustration . "Tell me," you whisper as her eyes again find yours "and you can finish." Her mind is whirling, but you don't know what she is thinking. Your fingers brush her clit one more time as you ask "Who are you?" She sobs in frustration:

"My name is Sandrine, I'm a maid servant in the house of the Lord Regent Aegricion, I stole the knife from his daughter and dressed as a boy so I could fight." You sense her outrage as the pitch of her voice climbs " None of them would fight! They were going to hide in the Citadel while the people of the city were ravished and plundered." She is spitting out the words now, her contempt of the Regent and his cronies obvious. "They are cowards and I didn't want to be with them, so I ran into the streets and joined that gang of street rats." Her eyes blazed as she spoke and the fierceness that you first saw in her was back.

"What about these?" you ask picking up the blue silk undergarment and using the slick fabric to gently wipe away a tear from her dirt smudged face. "Servants don't wear garments like these, how did you get them?" Again you could see her mind race.

"They were a gift." She says looking away and then perhaps sensing your disbelief she adds more detail. "From my lover, but he's dead now."

"Good girl." you say as your fingers find her again.

"No! Forget it, I told you what you wanted to know. You don't have to - you know - you don't have to anymore." You chuckle softly and drop to your knees, your head is now resting on her soft belly and the smell from her body is strong.

"Maybe I want to?" you say as you cut through the bands spreading her legs. Standing you move behind the post and start unbuckling the belt binding her wrists. As her hands come free you move back in front of her and help her stand upright again. Pinning her body against the post you start to stroke her again. You feel her arms move around your neck as she clings to you for support. It takes less than a minute to bring her back to the edge, and this time you let her cum. Her eyes roll back in her head and all the muscles in her body contract and start to shake. Her lips open wide as if to scream but only tiny whimpers escape from her mouth as you stroke her spasming cunt.

When she stops shaking she looks up at you and says:

"I despise you."