Miriam's Dance with Rogues - Chapter 1

Intro

I shivered as a sudden downpour of rain drenched me. Again. It had been raining intermittently all day. My black armor plated leather corset hugged my skin and repelled the rain, but like most corsets, it bared a large amount of cleavage. The top of the corset barely covered my nipples, and rain water dripped down my cleavage, causing an uncomfortable chill between my breasts. My dark brown skirt was calf length, but had wide slits up to my waist on both sides of the skirt. These slits provided maneuverability and exposed most of my legs. Unfortunately, the skirt was made of simple wool and now soaked up water like a sponge, hugging my legs and buttocks, and draining the warmth from me. The leather boots I wore at least provided some amount of protection from the water. Skirting a large puddle of water in the middle of the muddy road, I scanned my surroundings, looking for some shelter to escape the torrential downpour. Wilderness surrounded me as far I could see. Not that I could see far, with the storm clouds blocking out the setting sun, and covering the cold windy evening in a blanket of darkness. Nothing looked like it would provide much of any shelter. Of course, the trees presented a dubious covering from the rain, but crouching in the forest waiting for the rain to end didn't sound particularly appealing to me. I shifted my grip on the shaft of my spear as I tried to cover my exposed cleavage with my drenched bearskin cape. Unfortunately, the biting wind kept blowing the bottom of my cape up, ruining my efforts to keep any part of myself dry. Soon I would either have to stop and try to light a fire, or I'd find myself sneezing uncontrollably for the next couple of days with an uncomfortable cold.

Chapter 1

I found myself trudging down the dirt road as I felt my toes go numb with the cold. Just as I became sure that I had no choice but to turn aside and make camp, I noticed a light up ahead. A square yellowish light. A house! I approached the house cautiously. After all, a house in the middle of an often unused road didn't seem to be exactly safe. On closer inspection, I noticed that it was actually a cabin, probably a one room cabin from the small size. A small lean-to covered a cart and a mule to the side of the cabin. Judging from the logs of wood piled on the cart and the proximity to the forests that lined the road, I guessed that the inhabitant of the cabin must be a forester. He probably cut trees from the forest and carted them down the road to the nearest city. That also meant I was finally approaching my current destination, the city of Betancuria. I could hear the sounds of talking inside the cabin. A low deep voice of a man, and the slightly higher pitched voice of a child, probably a boy. I quickly approached the cabin and knocked on the door, impatiently hoping they'd let me in for the night to escape the rain.

"Excuse me?" I shouted to be heard above the storm and whistling wind as I knocked on the door. The voices inside the cabin fell silently immediately. After a long moment of silence from within the cabin, I heard the thumping of feet approaching the door.

"Yeh! Whatcha want?" the man asked from within the cabin.

I continued knocking. "Just shelter for the evening good sir. I can pay for room and board."

After another pause, the door opened part way and I found myself peering into a broad hairy chest in an open vest. Looking up, I saw a weather lined face scrutinizing me. He was dressed in a fur vest with matching loose fur pants. Muscular and tall, with blonde hair that fell haphazardly around his face, I could see the tension in his muscles as he watched me. A cautious man, a sign that the surrounding area wasn't safe. I watched his gaze shift from my face to my exposed cleavage to my legs, then rise back to my breasts before they locked on my spear and widened in alarm. I knew what he saw; long black hair, smooth pale skin, lively brown eyes, delicate nose, small pouting mouth, and full curves covered in clothing that exposed a lot of skin. Of course, I was also drenched in water and suffering from spending days away from any form of civilization. So I suppose my long hair was plastered to my head, my pale skin was probably covered with dirt, and my facial features unnoticed in the gloom of the night.

"I travel alone, the spear warns away many bandits that would otherwise approach me." I quickly explained to keep him from slamming the door in my face.

After a moment, he nodded and stepped aside, opening the door wide. "C'mon in then. I s'pose I have nothin to fear from a wee lass."

"Thank you sir." I flashed him a quick smile of relief as I entered the warm cabin and finally escaped the biting wind and rain.

Looking around, I saw that my estimation was quite right. The cabin was composed of one room. A bed rested in a corner. In the other corner, a fireplace held a blazing fire that warmed the room. A table stood next to the door in front of the window from which I had seen the cabin. In front of the fire, a boy of about fifteen sat staring at me, with a carving knife and a lump of wood that resembled both a horse and a frog. The boy had blond hair and blue eyes like his father, but his face was handsome, not yet lined with the cares that his father suffered.

"C'mon lass, have a seat by our fire. You'll want food? I'm Ojak, and this be my boy Rolin."

Gratefully, I crouched in front of the fire next to the boy.

"A pleasure to meet both of you Ojak. And you too Rolin. I'm Miriam." I replied as I flashed a smile at Rolin. Rolin's mouth opened, but he seemed too shy to speak.

"What monster are you carving?" I asked, pointing to the horse-frog in Rolin's hands.

"It's not a monster. It's a dog!" Rolin exclaimed.

His indignation had apparently overcome his shyness. Ojak gave me a friendly smile as he closed the door, locking the wooden bar inside the door before he moved to sit next to me in front of the fire.

"Miriam yeh? That's a name uncommon in these parts. But what brings you alone down this way?"

Placing my spear on the floor next to me, I rubbed my hands in front of the fire. "I'm looking for a man, he's headed toward Betancuria. Fat, little taller than me, dark hair, and probably dressed in rich robes."

"Family?" Ojak asked.

"No. He's a thief. Stole an heirloom. I'm trying to retrieve the heirloom." I explained.

"How much do I owe for room and board?" I asked abruptly as I pulled off my drenched bear skin cloak and stretched it out closer to the fire.

I'd have to take off my clothes to completely dry myself and my cloak would provide at least some covering while I waited.

"Jus your company lass." I looked back and saw Ojak's eyes leering hungrily at my cleavage.

It had been months since I had last been laid. In fact, I hadn't had any sex since I last left the temple on my mission to return the heirloom. Plus, I considered, I was low on coin, and I would probably need them once I reached Betancuria... I felt my nipples harden against the leather of my corset, and I was sure my pussy was wet from more than just the drenching I got in the rain. Still, despite how horny I was, I wasn't a whore. Plus, Ojak didn't look clean or remotely attractive.

"My wife died a coupla years ago yeh? I don got enough coin for whores in the city... an we don't go in the city much." Ojak continued to explain as I considered his proposition.

"I understand. My payment will be in coin though." I replied.

"Eh. A copper for meal and a copper for roof then." Ojak grunted, clearly disappointed.

I paid and they served me some of their dinner. A stew composed of rabbit meat, cabbage, and potatoes.

I sipped the stew from a simple bowl they had provided. "This is really good."

"I made it myself. Snared the rabbit and traded one of my carvings for cabbage and potatoes." Rolin proudly explained.

He did cook well. I had to give him that. But from how his dog carving looked, I guessed the trade had been more charity than a true transaction.

We passed the night as I told them some about my travels and they told me about Betancuria. Both of them watched me closely as I pulled off my clothes when the bear skin finally dried. Despite my determination not to sleep with Ojak, my erect nipples and dripping pussy betrayed my arousal as they watched me strip before I pulled the bearskin around myself.

Rolin continued to stare after I had wrapped myself as best I could with my cloak. "There are bandits right at the edges of Betancura."

"Bandits? How many?" I asked.

"Jus a band Miriam. Mebbe five or ten. Jus pay the fare an they'll let you pass." Ojak clarified.

Much later, the conversation died down and my companions went to bed. Ojak and Rolin shared the tiny bed, while I slept on the floor, wrapped in my bear skin cloak despite Ojak's attempts to coax me into sharing the bed with him.

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I woke with the distinct feeling I was being watched. Opening my eyes slightly, I saw that the fire had died down and barely lit the room. Ojak stood above me, looking down at me. I was about to roll over and let Ojak know I was awake when I noticed large coils of rope in his hands. Rope he probably used to tie down the wood he carted to the city. Rolin lay asleep on the bed still. Considering the rope Ojak was holding, it was obvious he intended to tie me up, and probably ravish me afterwards. I immediately felt my nipples harden at the thought. The idea of finding myself at Ojak's mercy while he had sex with me was extremely arousing. Plus, there was no way he'd want to keep me tied up after sleeping with me. I'd be another mouth to feed, one that he'd have to keep careful watch of. So instead, I feigned sleep and waited. After a long moment, I felt Ojak's grab my bear skin cloak and pull it away from me, exposing my body to his view. Ojak quickly but gently began to tie me up, probably thinking me to be still asleep. I was rolled on my stomach, my hands tied together behind me. My feet were similarly bound with expert knots.

"Wakey lass." Ojak demanded as he rolled me on my back and began fondling my breasts.

I pretended to wake and feigned surprise at finding myself bound. "What-?"

Ojak cut my question off by stuffing a dirty cloth in my mouth and binding it into place. "Yeh listen to me lass. Yeh shoulda accepted the offer. S'now Ima take wot I wanted."

With those words, he proceeded to pick me up and carry me to the table under the window. He roughly positioned me and rebound each of my legs to an opposite leg on the table. This left me bent over facing the window, my breasts pressing into the wooden table, erect nipples making me extremely uncomfortable, legs spread wide, with my lower lips presented to everyone in the cabin. He then proceeded to tie my hands to tool hooks that stood above the window. I found myself now standing slightly bend over, hands tied high above my hand but no longer resting my torso on the table. Despite the acrid odor from the cloth stuffed in my mouth, I could still faintly smell the scent of my own arousal...

"Yeh're wet!" Ojak exclaimed in surprise as his fingers prodded my sex and came away drenched.

I groaned through the gag. I had never found myself so turned on before. I was dripping and he hadn't even really begun to fondle me. Must be too long since I last got laid, I reasoned to myself. Without any preliminaries, Ojak quickly pulled off his breaches and slid his erect member into my well lubricated pussy. Reaching my breasts, he began to roughly pinch my erect nipples. Despite his inept handling, I felt myself growing inexplicably more aroused. He continued to pound away and began slapping my rear end in time with his thrusts. Somehow the painful treatment increased the incredible sensations and I found myself groaning into the dirty cloth and trying to move my ass in time with his thrusts.

"Yeh lass! Been so long..." he grunted and then stiffened as he ejaculated into me.

I groaned in frustration. Was that it? A two minute lay? I still hadn't orgasmed! Still, I couldn't deny that something about my situation really turned me on.

Rolin spoke up in the silence as Ojak lay panting on top of me, his cock still penetrating me, though softening and beginning to slide out.

"Uhm... What's going on dad?"

Ojak pulled himself out of me as he stood up and gave my ass a hard slap. I yelped into my gag and wiggled my ass, causing a drop of his spunk to run down my thigh.

"Yeh lass a thief son. I see her take spear an try an run off wit our coin." Ojak lied as he rubbed my ass.

I made a noise of protest into the gag that quickly turned to a yelp as Ojak smacked my ass again. "Shut it lass!"

I could hear Rolin getting off the bed and approaching us. "What're you going to do with her dad?"

I felt humiliated and incredibly horny as they talked about me like I wasn't there. Looking over my shoulder, I saw Rolin looking intently at my dripping pussy.

"We c'n sell her in da city. We c'n sell her for a lot." Ojak announced.

Shock penetrated my mind. They had slaves in Betancuria? And Ojak had never planned to untie me! I felt instant regret that I had given in to my lust and let Ojak bind me. Strangely I also felt extreme arousal at the thought of being presented in front of strangers and sold like cattle. In fact, I almost came right there with only the stimulation of Ojak running his hands over my ass.

Ojak slapped my ass one more time and began dressing. "G'on my boy. Yeh have some fun wit this cunt! Ima go wakey ol Joe fo a slave collar an a brandin iron."

With that, he fondled my breasts and walked out the door. "I be back after lunch wit the tools son. Bank up tha fire for tha branding before lunch."

After the door closed I felt Rolin reach out and tentatively run his hands over my ass and legs. "You aren't really a thief are you?"

I shook my head no and pleaded with my eyes for him to remove the gag.

Rolin sighed regretfully as he continued to run his hands over my body. "I know. I was just pretending to sleep. I saw dad tie you up while you were sleeping."

Sliding his hands up my back to my head, Rolin untied the gag and pulled the dirty cloth from my mouth. "Guess I can't let dad sell you. He's always hated living in this cabin and wanted the money to move into the city. Sorry that I didn't help you earlier, but my dad... he, well, he hits hard."

"Thank you so much! I truly thought I was going to be sold." I gasped gratefully after Rolin removed the gag.

Rolin bent down and began untying my legs. "You're welcome. Though I'll probably always regret ..."

I looked over my shoulder at Rolin. He was kneeling at my feet fumbling with the ropes. "Your dad won't be back until lunch right?"

Rolin looked up from trying to untie one of my feet. "Yeah?"

I winked at him and licked my lips seductively. "I'm still tied up, and completely at your mercy..."

Rolins gaze turned predatory. "Ah. No regrets?"

"Mmm. No regrets indeed." I murmured as Rolin's fingers began to play with me.

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A couple hours later, I was finally free, both of us were sated, and had managed to get fairly clean. I bent down and began pulling my clothes on while Rolin watched with a dreamy expression on his face. Sliding my skirt on, I swayed my hips and watched his penis jump slightly. I laughed at the expression of mock exhaustion on his face.

"You're young. I know you aren't that tired."

"I'm not young! I turned eighteen last week! And I bet you're not more than a year or two older."

"I'm twenty-two Rolin. But I'm sorry, I didn't mean anything except that you have a lot more... stamina." I grinned at him and bending down, gave the head of his penis a gentle kiss.

"Holy-!" he groaned as it jumped to attention.

"Sorry, if I don't want to risk running into Ojak, I'll have to leave soon. So we'll have to make this quick." I murmured before taking his cock into my mouth.

Swirling my tongue around the underside of this cock, one of my hands played with his balls while the other rhythmically squeezed the base of his cock. After a couple minutes of stimulation, he came and spurted large amounts of cum into my mouth. Swallowing most of his cum, I proceeded to scoop up the remainder that had dripped onto my breasts and lick it up. The expression of speechless amazement on his face was priceless. I gave him a wicked grin and began to clean his prick with my tongue.

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Minutes later, I walked out of the cabin into the late morning air. The rain had cleared and though the road was still muddy, the sun was shining and brought comfortable warmth. Spear in hand, I was dressed once more in my armor plated corset, wool skirt, leather boots, and bear skin cloak. I was comfortably dry, sexually satisfied (no thanks to Ojak), had learned that I enjoyed kinky sex with ropes (a lot), and knew that I needed to watch out for bandits outside Betancuria.

Continued in Chapter 2

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