Torvar and his friends, in an unfriendly mood.

Before Urina could reach the door, it was slammed open, and Torvar and his thuggish followers stormed in.

“Fuck off, Torvar,” the Overseer snapped. “I’m not in the mood.”

The miner punched her knocking her to the ground. “Shut up. We’re sick of you bossing us about.”

“Don’t be an idiot, Torvar,” she said. “I have a charter from Baron Arkand. And you don’t want to cross him! I’m in charge here.”

“Dumb slut! Arkand doesn’t care who’s in charge of this place, as long as the ore keeps flowing and making him money, he doesn’t give a damn who’s in charge here. Once I get the mine going again, he’ll make me Overseer.”

Shairi frowned. He seemed awfully sure he could solve the problem. Was it just arrogance, or something more suspicious?

“And now I’m in charge,” Torvar continued, “All you whores are going to be put to work on your backs the way you should be. Arkand won’t mind. Hell, they say he’s a man who appreciates a good bit of pussy, he’ll probably want to fuck you himself.”

Shairi understood Udina’s predicament. She was a skilled warrior, but she’d made the mistake of taking off her sword. If she tried to lunge for it she’d certainly be intercepted by the men. Instead, she stood still and stared at Torvar with frosty contempt. She’d obviously decided that her best chance was to endure whatever the men did now, and take her **** later.

Torvar reached out and tore off her shirt. There were a chorus of appreciative cries and crude comments from his men as they saw her bare torso. ”Hell of a pair of tits on that bitch,” one of them cried, and Shairi couldn’t help but agree with the sentiment. Toraver grabbed Udina’s breasts and kneaded them roughly. She gave a gasp as he cruelly tugged at her nipples.

He slid his hand into her pants, rubbing between her thighs, and laughed. “The slut’s already wet! She must really like the idea of being our whore!”

Shairi was surprised to hear that, but gratified, as she guessed Udina’s arousal came from ogling her rather than Torvar’s crude ****.

“Right, then,” Torvar said, ”Since you’re so keep, get down on your knees and I’ll give you a ‘taste’ of your new life.”

Shairi was torn. She’d like to spare Udina the indignity of being **** and humiliated by men she detested, but she wasn’t sure what she could do. Even if she tried to help, the odds of two unarmed women being able to do much against six muscular miners was slim – most likely Shairi would end up being used alongside the mine overseer. She might have better luck if she waited until they’d already started fucking Udina and were distracted, but even the odds were slim. Perhaps her best chance would be to hide now and try to rescue Udina later, perhaps after she’d solved the problem with the mine.