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Chapter 4
I woke up to the sensation of something big and hard filling my pussy. I moaned and squinted at the sky. The sun high in the sky told me it was late afternoon. I could see that I was still in the clearing. Rolin crouched between my legs, grinning down at me while pushing his erect cock into me. Ojak crouched at my head, his penis out and already erect, obviously expecting me to give him a blow job.
I squirmed as the pleasurable sensations from my pussy filled me. “It’s late Rolin… we should have been on the road to Betancuria hours ago…”
They both ignored me. Rolin grabbed my hips and lifted my body up, while Ojak reached out, grabbed my leash and pulled my head backwards. I found myself looking at Ojak’s cock upside down as he pushed it into my mouth. The angle seemed to provide him better penetration, and I found his thick cock actually entering my throat with each thrust as he fucked my mouth. My feeble whimpers of protests soon disappeared as I rocked to the overwhelming sensations of penetration from my mouth and pussy simultaneously. Apparently, Ojak had gained a large amount of staying power after being sucked on repeatedly last night. My orgasm was filled with waves of pleasure that rolled over me continuously as they pounded into me in tandem. Ojak lasted almost as long as Rolin. Rather than ejaculate in me though, they pulled out and shot their load over my body. Ojak’s thick white cream dripped down my breasts while Rolin’s decorated my stomach. Rolin then gently lowered me back to the ground. Both Ojak and Rolin lay on the floor recovering. I slowly rolled myself on my hands and knees, muscles still sore from stretching them all night. I tried to get up, but couldn’t quite get my thighs to hold my weight, so I crawled toward the stream to wash myself. I could smell myself. I was covered in cum and smelled like it.
The sun in the sky said it was still late afternoon. I had finished washing myself in the stream, and had pulled my long black hair into a pony tail. I figured if I was going to keep giving blow jobs, it would be best if my hair was out of the way. I had also dressed myself in what remained of my clothing. My dark brown skirt now barely covered me in front. It was even shorter in the back. Apparently, Rolin couldn’t cut straight. The back of the skirt was about 4 inches long. It covered the top half of my buttocks and left the rest clearly visible. Anyone looking at me from behind would be able to see my pussy when I walked or spread my legs. I had been forced to punch holes into the sides and top of my corset to lace it together. My corset was now composed of two separate leather pieces that fully covered the bottom of my breasts, and rose to cover my nipples. Lace attached the two pieces of leather together in front, and behind. Two strings of lace also had to be tied from the top of the corset to my collar, to hold up the corset. At least the small interlinking pieces of armor plating were still intact. I had also found out what Rolin had done with the rest of my corset. He had made six cuffs which I now wore, along with a riding crop. The cuffs had strings of leather hanging from them to be wrapped around the armor plating he had left intact around the cuffs. The two cuffs around my wrists were like bracers and were a good three inches thick. The two at my ankles were thin and a little loose. They looked like bracelets. The last cuffs were one inch thick and were snapped around my thighs. They had taken my bear skin cloak to hold the deer meat and so I stood on the road with my skin almost completely exposed. At least they hadn’t altered my comfortable boots. Rolin was holding my leash and smacking my buttocks with his riding crop. The cuffs on my wrists were locked together in front of me, leaving my rear end defenseless. Ojak held my spear and watched me with a large grin on his face.
“I’m sorry Rolin but I really can’t go back with you.” I panted when Rolin finally stopped with the riding crop.
Rolin stuck a finger into my pussy, coming away with his finger coated with my juices. “Look at how wet you are! You can’t say you don’t want this.”
He made me suck his finger clean. While his other hand rubbed my burning rump.
“I do want you, and what you do to me, you know that.” My last words ended in a moan as I arched my ass back into his soothing hands.
He moved to unlock my wrists cuffs. “Then why do you want to leave me to go to Betancuria?”
“If I wanted to leave you, would I still be wearing your collar and your cuffs?” I asked as Rolin pulled my wrists behind me and locked them together again.
“You’re wearing my collar and cuffs, you like it when I whip you and give you orders. So you like being my slave. But you want to go to Betancuria when I tell you not to?” Rolin asked as he pulled my bound wrists upwards, forcing me to bend over.
Ojak started laughing. “Son, yeh aint tamed this lass. She wants to be yeh slave. But only at night. Miriam still wants to decide stuff in da day. Am I right lass?”
I looked in shock at Ojak. He was the last person I expected to understand. “Yes. You’re correct. Mostly.”
Rolin pulled out his erect cock, and started rubbing it up and down my slit. “So you want to be my slave at night only?”
I moaned as his tip of his cock became slick with my juices and bumped my clitoris. “I want you in charge while we have sex.”
Then both of us stopped talking as Rolin suddenly thrust himself into me.
It was now early evening and we had reached an agreement. Rolin had just finished thoroughly fucking me while I sucked on Ojak for the last time. Droplets of Rolin’s cum dripped down my inner thighs, visible to everyone thanks to my shortened skirt. I reached down, scooped it up and licked it off my hand. My wrists weren’t buckled together anymore, but I still wore the cuffs.
“I thot you got free and kidnapped my son. Tha’s why I was following yous. Tha idea went inna fire when I saw yous all trussed up las night.” Ojak explained as he parted farewell and left to return back to his cabin.
Our agreement was that when Rolin wanted sex, I would be his slave, he my master. Otherwise, he would be my companion, and travel with me to Betancuria. When we reached Betancuria, we would then decide how we wanted to continue our arrangement. I should have asked for him to obey me at all other times to make it fair, but we had come to the agreement while he was fucking me so I was relieved that I had managed to set any limits at all.
We traveled the rest of the day during which Rolin alternated between fondling my exposed ass and probing my nether lips as we walked. He had my leash clipped to his belt and kept me aroused, but never let me reach orgasm. My cloak with the deer meat was expertly tied to his back like a back pack. He also proved his knowledge of local plants by finding greens to supplement our meal. A delicious meal I ate naked with only my cuffs and collars, kneeling next to him on my bear skin cloak. He had placed my food on the cloak and locked my hands together behind me forcing me to eat with my mouth alone. The entire time I ate, he kept a finger prodding at my dripping slit. After the meal, my wrist cuffs were tied to my angle cuffs, and my thigh cuffs were locked together. Rolin then sat in front of me and had me give him a blow job. He fell asleep after ordering me to keep his cock in my mouth, but not to suck. Sometime during the night, I fell asleep, and released his cock.
I awoke to sharp painful slaps on my ass. Rolin thoroughly whipped my buttocks for not holding his penis in my mouth all night. He then proceeded to expertly fuck me, finally allowing me to orgasm. And what an orgasm it was.
We were on the road to Betancuria again. It was late in the afternoon, and I had begun to hear noises that weren’t natural to the forest. Nor were they the sounds of Rolin’s fingers fucking my dripping slit. My leash was clipped to his belt again and he walked next to me with one hand behind me playing with my ass or my pussy.
I stopped and grabbed his arm. “Wait. Do you hear that?”
Rolin halted next to me and tilted his head. “Oh you’re right. That sounds like a lot of wagons on paved road. Means the main road is right ahead of us with a caravan.”
“Oh.” I reached over to pull the leash from his belt.
Rolin grabbed my wrist while his other finger began fucking me again. “What’re you doing?”
I started panting and threw my head back as I neared orgasm again. But Rolin immediately slowed his fingers, denying me release.
I tried to press myself onto his fingers for more stimulation, but he merely moved his hand with me. “I don’t want to be seen like this.”
“So? I’m your master when it comes to sex right? And we’re having sex right now. So we’re going to travel like this. Everyone’s going to know you belong to me.” Rolin replied and began to move his fingers in earnest.
His words along with the extra stimulation of his fingers drove me over the edge and I climaxed. A screaming, shaking orgasm that ended with me slumped on his shoulder, held up by his fingers buried in my pussy.
He grinned wickedly. “They’re going to think someone is dying out here.”
Minutes later, when no one had approached I asked Rolin, “How come no one came to explore if they heard me?”
His hand moved up to my bare lower back and then traced the laces on my upper back. “They don’t want to get involved with strangers. They’re merchants, and they pay the bandits to get through, but that doesn’t mean there aren’t other bandits trying to lure them away. They learn to ignore anything that isn’t their business.”
I shivered under his caresses. “So you could do whatever you wanted to me in their sight, and they wouldn’t harm either of us?”
“Well some of them do hire mercenaries. And those mercenaries aren’t as predictable.”
When I had recovered, we walked out of the dirt road and joined the caravans on the paved road.
I received lots of attention and speculation from people in the passing wagons. Even though none of them approached us or spoke to us directly, I heard many people talking about us. Most common were whispered comments arguing whether I was a whore or a slave. I also heard many of them mention the red crop marks on my exposed ass. One of the men passing by pointed out that the crop swinging merrily from Rolin’s belt was a loud testimony as to who had marked me. Rolin rubbed his hand possessively over one of my ass cheeks the entire time. That sparked a debate over Rolin’s age.
Even though his fingers weren’t buried in my pussy and he wasn’t attempting to arouse me, I found my needy slit dripping juices that ran down my thigh. All the people watching Rolin fondle my buttocks had me on the edge of an orgasm. The spear I held in my hand was the only thing that prevented most of them from approaching or speaking too loudly about us. By the time evening had arrived, the caravan had passed us, and we were alone on the wide road. Rolin’s hands went back to my pussy lips and found me sopping wet.
“Damn you’re wet.” He whispered as one of his fingers found my clit and began to play with it.
I couldn’t hold back a loud moan filled with desire.
Rolin’s hand clamped over my mouth immediately and he hissed in my ear. “Shhh! We’re getting near the bridge where the bandits normally collect fare. I’m not sure exactly where they camp so you have to stay quiet.”
I nodded that I understood, and he removed his hands from both my lower and upper lips. I began to watch the night as we walked down the paved road as silently as we could. The moonlight was partially obscured by the cloudy night, but still provided enough lighting to see.
“Why can’t we just pay the fare like the other merchants?” I whispered to Rholin.
“They might decide they want you as well as the fare.”
“Do they kidnap women often?”
Rolin combed his fingers through my hair. “Sometimes. But most young women who travel this road go heavily escorted. Your spear might make them hesitate, but they’ll still see you as a beautiful slave and they’ll probably rape you at the very least.”
Just as the bridge came into view, I noticed a glint of metal in the trees. I immediately reached out with my arm and stopped Rolin. With one finger over my lips, I made the universal gesture for silence, then pointed to the tree where I could now see a man sitting in the branches, with a cross bow resting on his lap. Thankfully, he was looking on the other side of the bridge, probably expecting to rob people leaving Betancuria. Otherwise he would have spotted us walking in the middle of the road right away. I quickly led Rolin into the trees on the opposite side of the forest. I reached out to pull the leash out of his belt. But he grabbed my hand and stopped me. We held a whispered conversation in the woods.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Rolin asked in a low voice.
“In case we have to move quickly. No matter how much it turns me on, I can’t afford to fall and choke because the leash is attached to your belt.”
“Oh.” I could see the blush on his face even in the dim moonlight.
I quickly used my spear to cut off most of the leash, leaving about two feet hanging from my collar. I would have removed the collar, but only the lace attached from the top of my corset to my collar kept the corset from toppling forward.
I quickly wrapped the remaining 3 feet of leather around my belt. “They’re watching the bridge too closely. Is there any point in the river we can ford across and avoid the bridge altogether?”
“No. There shouldn’t be. But I’ve never explored the river. The bandits make this area too dangerous to explore.”
I nodded. “Anything else I should know about them? Do they have dogs?”
Rolin squinted as he tried to remember. “They have dogs. I remember hearing them talk about hunting with dogs while they were collecting the fare from us once.”
“Then we have to get rid of the deer meat. The dogs might catch the odor.”
Rolin took off my bear cloak and began to open it.
I grabbed his hand and stopped him. “Don’t bother. The cloak smells like the meat now. And we don’t have time to wash it.”
Rolin looked at me in surprise. “You really are a warrior huh?”
“A priestess. The soldiers we were with taught us how to fight though.”
“So what are we going to do?”
“I’m going to scout the forest close to both sides of the bridges. Eventually, we’ll have to find a way to get across. Wait here for me.” I ordered as I got up and began to move silently through the trees toward the bridge.
Chapter 5
I found two men in the trees watching the bridge. One on either side of the road. As I slipped silently back to Rolin, I considered my options. The problem was that it would be difficult to silence one without alerting the other. I couldn’t really climb up the trees without making noise or shaking the trees either. I could wait until they changed the watch, but I had no clue when, and then I might find myself dealing with four people rather than just two. I stepped out behind Rolin and crouched next to him. He jumped in the air and spun towards me waving his knife wildly.
“Holy shit. Don’t scare me like that.” He hissed.
“Put your knife away. There are two bandits watching the bridge. They both have crossbows. Do you think you could shoot one in the throat while I throw my spear at the other?”
Rolin’s face paled visibly in the dim light. “I’ve uh… never killed anyone before.”
I mentally smacked myself. What was I doing? Asking a fourteen year old boy to help me kill another man.
“Nevermind then.”
Rolin grabbed my hand. “No no. I can do it. I just need time to… get ready.”
I rubbed his hand gently. “No. We’ll find another way. Tell me exactly what they do when you and your father cross the bridge?”
Rolin answered promptly. “They stop you in the middle of the bridge and tell you to pay them.”
“Where did they come from though? Did they all approach you from one side of the bridge? And do they stop you going toward Betancuria or leaving?”
He thought a little this time before replying. “Two or three of them come at us from both sides of the bridge when we reached the middle and they charges us fare both ways.”
I ran my hand through his straggly blonde hair. “And how do they collect the fare?”
“Well, they point the cross bow in our faces, and then we hand them the money.” He said pulling my hands away from his hair.
“Do they all approach you though? Or does only one person walk up to you? And after they take your money, do they go back their original ways? Or do they all leave together?” I asked as he guided my hands together behind my back.
He began to tie my hands together using the cuffs. “They all walk up to us and threaten us. I think it makes them more intimidating. After stealing from us, they go back to the side they came from.”
“Rolin? This isn’t a good time.” I murmured as I tried to tug my hands apart.
“I just don’t like you rubbing my hair. It makes me feel young.” He blushed furiously.
“I’m sorry Rolin. I didn’t mean anything by it.” I knelt at his feet and kissed the crotch of his pants. “I have an idea, but I need your help.”
Rolin responded without any hesitation at all. “Okay.”
I smiled at him, appreciating his trust and rubbed my face against the crotch of his pants as I spoke. “I want you to go up to the middle of the bridge. When they approach you, pay the fare, and walk across. I’ll kill the bandits heading back towards me. After you get across, when the bandits start to leave you to climb back to their trees, turn around and tell them you dropped something. They’ll definitely ask what it is. Tell them it’s a purse of yellow rocks you found in a cave near your house. They’ll think gold and follow you back across. Once you cross the bridge again, run into the forest as fast as you can while I kill the other ones who followed you.”
He placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned me back so he could see my face. “Couldn’t we just disguise you? Say you were really sick and contagious? Like pretend you’re my sick grandma and I’m taking you to Betancuria to get you healed?”
I was shocked. His plan was so much simpler and much more likely to succeed. “But we don’t have anything to disguise me with.”
“We were going to dispose of your cloak anyways right?”
I nodded. “True. Alright, I’ll trust you with all the talking then?”
Rolin reached out and traced the top of my breasts. My full breasts were thrust forward proudly thanks to my bound arms behind my back. “I doubt they’d think you were my grandma if they heard you. Your voice is too sexy.”
”You’ll be using my spear then. It wouldn’t look right for an old lady to be carrying a weapon. I have to admit though, I’d feel a lot safer if you knew how to use it.”
He grinned wickedly at me as he untied the laces attached to my collar, causing the top of my corset to fall down and completely expose my erect nipples. “I guess I’ll need to remind you how well I can use my spear later.”
My quiet chuckle turned to a soft whimper as he roughly twisted one of my nipples. “If you’re plan works out, I’ll be more than happy to be impaled by your spear.”
So an hour later, when we crossed the bridge, I was completely wrapped in my bear skin cloak. All that showed beneath the cloak was calf length leather boots. Not exactly regular footwear for an old lady, but not unusual either. I walked hunched over in small steps. Rolin gripped my elbow through the cloak to guide me since I was keeping my face completely covered with the cloak.
“Halt!” Came a yell when we had walked a fair distance.
Rolin stopped, his grip on my elbow pulling me to a stop as well. I heard footsteps move towards us from both sides of the bridge.
I peeked a little through the cloak and saw four men in front of us. I assumed there were two behind. They were all dressed in black leather and wool. All had swords and crossbows though out of the four I could see, only one of them had his crossbow pointed at Rolin. I couldn’t really distinguish their features in the dark light, but I could see they were all large men and carried themselves with an air of confidence.
The one pointing his crossbow spoke. “Aren’t you that woodcutter’s son? What’re you doing here by yourself?”
“My grandmother is sick. I’m bringing her into Betancuria to find a doctor.” Rolin replied.
“Really now. Why’s she covered like that?” I heard bandit with the trigger happy crossbow ask. I assumed he was also the one I heard step toward me.
Rolin lied smoothly. “We think whatever she has might be contagious. My dad isn’t feeling well. He’s not as sick as her, but he’s not doing too well either.”
Trigger happy laughed. “Even I know that covering someone with a cloth isn’t going to keep contagious fevers from spreading and I’m no doctor.”
I felt someone grab the cloak around me and knew the game was up. Rather than waiting for them to expose me, I threw the cloak over my head and onto who I assumed was trigger happy. Spinning so that I stood back to back with Rolin, I grabbed the spear from his hand and pierced the throat of one of the bandits behind us. Muffled curses came from trigger happy as he began to pull off the cloak. The other bandit who had approached us from behind looked at his partner in shock. I took the opportunity to slash the spear across his throat. I immediately turned and pushed Rolin out of the way. Not a moment too soon. Trigger happy had finally gotten rid of the cloak and raised his crossbow to fire. His struggle with the cloak had knocked the crossbow bolt out of alightment. So when he fired it now, rather than flying into my face, it flew wildly into the spot Rolin had been standing a moment ago. At the same time, two other crossbow bolts hit me simultaneously. One of them stabbed me in the left shoulder, spinning me off balance, the other one glanced of the armor plating on my corset. I wasn’t cut and there was no blood, but I knew I’d have a bruise on my breasts. Even as I fell to the ground, off balance, I stabbed my spear into trigger happy. He looked at the spear in his stomach in disbelief. Then the remaining bandit who hadn’t fired his crossbow stepped next to my head and pointed his crossbow down at my face. I froze. The other two drew their swords and approached us warily. The one with the crossbow pointed at my face suddenly kicked out, connecting with my forehead, and blackness took me.
Chapter 6
I awoke to a splitting headache and a stabbing pain in my left shoulder that wasn’t helped by the constant swaying motion. I groaned and heard someone laugh above me. I opened my eyes and looked around. Rolin was walking next to me with his hands bound behind him. A bandit walked right behind him holding the ropes that bound his hands. His face showed bruises, meaning they had beat him after I was knocked unconscious. I was tied facing downward and the crossbow bolt in my shoulder had been removed. The wound bled continuously. The strain on my ankles and wrists told me they were attached to something above me. Tilting my head up, I saw they had used the cuffs on my wrists and ankles to tie me to my own spear. One bandit walked behind me holding on to the end of my spear. Another walked in front holding the other end of my spear. At least they haven’t removed my clothes. Yet. I gritted my teeth against the pain in my shoulder which was far worse than my headache.
“You have to treat her shoulder or it might get infected.” Rolin stated tiredly. It sounded like a statement he had repeated a lot.
“Shut up boy.” The bandit behind Rolin muttered and yanked sharply on the ropes, causing Rolin to stumble.
I saw that we were no longer on the road. Instead we were traveling through the forest on a path that was obviously very well hidden. A careless movement from one of the men carrying me slammed my shoulder into a passing tree. Pure pain flared through me and I blacked out again.
When I awoke, I could hear many voices speaking around me. I kept my eyes closed and feigned unconsciousness. Judging by the heat, the odor of smoke, and the crackling sounds, I knew I was near a fire. I tried to move my hands slightly. I couldn’t. By the strain my weight placed on my ankles, I guessed I was still tied up the same way I had been carried here. There was nothing I could do, so I opened my eyes and looked around. Rolin was bound next to me. He was held in place by a thick pole embedded in the ground. I looked up, and indeed, I was still tied to my own spear which was held up by frames that looked remarkably similar to the frame Rolin had used to cook and afterwards tie me up to. Except these frames were much larger and looked much sturdier. There were about thirty men in the camp. There were rich tents scattered throughout the clearing and the men sat in groups around different fires. They all seemed to be bandits and many of them gave me predatory looks. I looked at Rolin who was staring at me, fear obvious in his face.
I murmured quietly to him. “I remember your dad saying there were only five or ten of them.”
“We never knew there were this many. They never had more than ten when they stopped us on the bridge.” He whispered in reply.
“Why are we still alive? Did they ask you anything?” I asked.
“We’re still alive because they want you. I told them you were my sister and then they left me alone.”
He nodded his head at one of the men who was looking at me intently. “See the guy with brown hair and goatee? He’s in charge and he’s the one who questioned me.”
I never got a chance to reply as the man we were talking about walked toward us when he saw me looking at him. He stopped in front of me and gestured to his men.
“Untie her and bring her to my tent.” Then he turned and walked into the largest tent in the camp.
I was roughly untied and pulled to the tent where they pushed me in. I landed on my hands and knees, a jarring shock of pain lancing through my shoulder forced a tiny scream from me.
He knelt before me, suddenly extremely courteous. “Greetings lovely lady. I’m Robin Hood and the men in this camp are my merry men.”
I looked at him incredulously. “Really? Your parents named you Robin Hood?”
He looked flustered. “Of course not. I named myself after the infamous bandit.”
“You do know that Robin Hood only robbed the rich and gave wealth to the poor?”
“It’s not my fault not enough rich people travel these roads.” He snapped.
I grinned. I couldn’t help teasing this man. “Your men don’t look merry though.”
He gave me a wicked smile. “Dear, they might be very merry very soon if you continue to speak to me like this.”
I immediately wiped the smile off my face and shut my mouth.
“Good. Now here’s my offer. You’ve killed three of my men and I hear you’re competent with a spear. I’ll allow you to join my bandit group. You’ll help us rob travelers, and you’ll live here with us. You’ll be my personal whore of course and you’ll sleep with whoever I choose to share you with.” He announced grandly.
“I’m not a whore.” I responded automatically.
“Oh please! Look at the way you’re dressed dear! Though I do appreciate the view. In fact, I’m going to insist you wear less if you join us.” his eyes ran over all the bare skin on my exposed cleavage, my midriff, and my legs to emphasize his point.
There was no way I could explain to him that Rolin had cut up my clothing to tie me up and still have him believe that Rolin was my brother.
“And if I refuse?” I asked.
“I tie you up and leave you outside for my men to use you freely however they want. I’d wager it’d take a month for my men to lose interest in you. When they do, and it no longer becomes worthwhile to feed you, we’ll dispose of you. Oh and of course your brother dies a painful death.” He stated in an offhand manner.
I paled and asked carefully, “So if I agree, my brother is freed?”
“We’re going to keep your brother hostage until we can be sure you’re one of us. Then we’ll free him.”
I nodded. “How do I prove I’m one of you?”
He leered at me. “You can start by taking off your clothes and spreading you legs.”
Moments later, I was completely naked, no cuffs or collars, and stood with my back to Robin, bent over with my hands on the back of a chair. He ran his hands over my thighs, then moving to the inside of my thighs, he forced me to spread my legs wide.
“Hm… look at how your beautiful cunt gushes dear!” He exclaimed, pulling his sopping wet fingers from my pussy.
I groaned in response as I felt a tongue begin to lick me expertly. His tongue played over my vagina and clit endlessly, causing me to whimper and shiver with arousal. He continued to lick, occasionally thrusting his tongue deep within my wet folds until I found myself shuddering in an intense orgasm.
He stepped back laughing. “That was a beautiful orgasm dear. Now get on your knees. It’s your turn to reciprocate.”
I willingly turned around and sank to my knees. I reached out with my hands to pull his black leather pants down, but he slapped my hands away. I noticed that the pain in my left shoulder was gone. Apparently, the magic the Priest King had gifted me worked both ways. Having sex would heal me as well.
“Use your delectable mouth for that. Your hands are to remain flat on the ground dear.”
I leaned forward and began to attempting to untie the string holding his pants up with my tongue. My efforts forced me press my face into his pants, feeling his hard cock against my cheek. It took a while, but eventually, I managed to untie the strings holding his pants. I then gripped his pants with my teeth and pulled downwards. His cock sprang free from their confines and I leaned forward to lick it. As I alternated between licking and sucking him, I heard a sudden uproar outside the tent. Robin however, was too busy ejaculating into my mouth to notice anything around him. I quickly swallowed the salty liquid in my mouth as moments later, a man burst into the tent and began yelling.
“Hood! We have to get out of here! There’s an army marching right down on us!”
I stayed on my hands and knees, licking Robin’s limp cock as he looked at the man with scorn. “Nonsense, we would have seen them on the bridge long before.”
The bandit shouted in panic. “They’re not coming from the bridge! They’re approaching us from the north! They slaughtered a hunting party that ran into them!”
Robin straightened, and grabbed my hair to move my head away from his cock. “How much time do we have?”
“None! They’ll be on us any moment!”
Robin quickly pulled his pants back on, still grabbing my hair, and strode out of his tent, forcing me to follow him nude on my hands and knees. Chaos reigned in the camp. Men ran everywhere, gathering weapons, buckling on armor. Rolin was still tied to the pole in the middle of the camp.
Robin raised his voice and yelled, “Gentlemen! An army approaches. We will-”
I never found out whether he meant to order them to flee or to fight. His passionate speech was cut short as men in shiny armor with red and white coloring on it burst into the clearing. These men were foot soldiers, armed with a pike and sword each. Robin released my hair and jumped towards the men waving his sword wildly and screaming something unintelligible. Crossbow bolts flew through the air as thick and random as the screams of pain and the grunts of exertion. I stood and sprinted toward Rolin. He looked at me with relief as I grabbed my spear, still lying on the ground from where they had untied me and proceeded to cut him free. Rolin shouted something just as I cut the ropes tying his hands. I couldn’t hear him through the noise of battle, but he was looking behind me with undisguised fear. I turned and saw a large man in red and white armor step toward me, his pike already in stabbing motion. I lunged under the pike, and stabbed him in the face with my spear. He gurgled in pain before he toppled over. Turning back to free Rolin, I noticed the pike I had dodged was now buried in his chest. His eyes were already dimming in death, and he smiled weakly at me as the weight of the pike slowly pulled it out of his chest with a river of blood. Tears stung my eyes as grief and guilt flooded through me. With no reason to remain and get slaughtered like the rest of the bandits, I dashed the tears from my eyes and sprinted out of the clearing and into the trees.
I had no idea where I was going or which way to run, but at that moment, none of those were major priorities. A couple hours later, the sounds of battle had faded, and I discovered that I was completely lost. My eyes were still wet with tears, I was nude, and my feet were bruised and cut from running barefoot through the forest. I didn’t lie to myself. I knew I didn’t love Rolin. Yet in some ways, he felt like family. He cared about me, even if only just for sex. And if I hadn’t showed up at his cabin what seemed an eternity ago, he wouldn’t have died at the end of a pike. Guilt weighed me down and I sat on the ground in despair. I had no clue where I was, I had just been the primary factor that caused the death of a fourteen year old boy, and my mission to retrieve the artifact seemed doomed. That’s when I heard the sounds of the river gurgling nearby. I stumbled towards the river, intent on drinking water and perhaps bathing myself, when I was promptly grabbed. A hand was held over my mouth while another was wrapped around my arms, pinning them and my spear to my side. I got a glimpse of many dark figures sitting or standing on the bank of the river.
The man grabbing me from behind pressed his manhood against the crack of my ass and whispered, “Well dear. It looks like we meet again.”
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