“Defiant to the last, eh, girl? I like that”, remarked the Alik’r master, observing intently as Arria put whatever strength she had left into resisting his strict ministrations. “Let go of me, bastard!”, she snarled.
Overconfident as she was, the lady rogue took to rumours of Redguard treasure with reckless abandon, only to run afoul of a nest of well-trained mercenaries. A massacre followed, and the body count well betrayed Arria’s skill with the blade, but even she could only fight for so long.
“Now, now that won’t do, I have to make y’ pay me back for all the men y’ killed”, with one final push, he managed to break the redhead’s defiance, drilling his throbbing member into her throat. “Mercenaries aren’t cheap, but with a whore like you, we’ll easily make enough to hire more!”
For the next several days Arria was the unwilling plaything of her captors, forced to entertain every devious fantasy that came to mind with no room for rest…
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