Miriam's Dance with Rogues - Chapter 3

Chapter 3

The unusual sounds of slurping and sucking filled the night. I was naked again, with the leather strap I had found by the stream around my neck like a collar. Rolin had reassembled the frame he used to cook the deer meat. I was now bent over the frame, with my legs spread wide, exposing my slit with Rolin's cum and my own juices dripping down my thighs. My legs were tied to opposite ends of the frame using parts of my skirt which Rolin had considerably shortened to get material for ropes. He had asked for permission to mutilate my skirt of course. But I had been licking his feet while he collared me when he asked. I was far too horny and distracted by my own humiliation to think clearly. The slight chill in the night air soothed my buttocks, sore and red from being slapped and raised invitingly into the air. My hands were also bound using a strip from my skirt and were flat on the floor, holding me up. Otherwise, the weight from my upper body would have caused the frame to topple forward and throw me onto the ground. My breasts swung freely below me and my mouth was sucking on Rolins dick while he held the excess leather around my neck like a leash. We were both so occupied that neither of us noticed Ojak stepping into the clearing behind me.

"Son? Why- Wha's goin on?" Ojak asked from behind me.

I tried to turn my head, but I was still impaled on Rolin's cock and he still held the leather leash, keeping me from pulling back. That also effectively gagged me from making any noise other than a whimper of fear. The rush of fear sweeping through my body was accompanied by overwhelming arousal. Fear that I was going to be branded and sold. Arousal at being seen in this situation despite the similarity to what Ojak had done with me last night. I wriggled, trying to get free, but all I succeeded in doing was drawing their eyes to my red ass as it wriggled in the air.

Rolin's considerable member filling my mouth and throat began to go limp. "Uh... I'm going to Betancuria with Miriam dad."

"Why?" Ojak asked in a voice that sounded heartbroken and resigned.

"I couldn't let you sell her dad. She didn't do anything wrong." Rolin answered.

"Yeh lass a warrior son. She gots a spear. We c'n either sell er or kill er. If the lass gets free she'll kill us after wat we done to er."

"No no. She likes this dad. She actually likes being tied up and stuff. We can't sell her anyways. She's mine now." He accompanied his last phrase by patting me on the head like a dog.

Shame, lust, and indignation warred within me. Lust won out and rather than protesting his statement that I belonged to him, I found myself sucking his cock back to full length.

"Yeh lass asked you to tie er up?" Incredulity obvious in Ojak's voice.

"Yeah! She obeys all my orders too. Like when I told her to crawl and lick my feet." Rolin proudly announced. I felt my clit throb wildly as blood rushed to my face.

"She did? Why?"

"She gets off doing stuff like this dad"" Rolin last words were mixed with a groan as he then proceeded to ejaculate down my throat. "Clean my dick Miriam." he ordered and I began to obediently lick his cock clean.

"God's above." Ojak muttered as he stepped up behind me and firmly gripped my red ass.

His hands kneading my sore buttocks forced a whimper from me. A small helpless sound filled with arousal.

"Stop dad. She's mine. I'll let you use her mouth, but her pussy is for me only. Anything but her mouth is off limits." Rolin stated as he stepped away from my head.

Ojak moved in front of my face and shoved his erect penis into my mouth. "Well, guess you ain't too young fo a bride son. S'pose I should be happy you willin to share."

After sucking on Rolin's large cock, the average sized cock in front of me didn't provide any trouble. Where Rolin was both thick and long, Ojak was simply thick without the length to go farther than the back of my mouth. And so I began to lick Ojak's dick as well.

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I was left bound on the frame throughout the night, getting only short snatches of sleep. I was thankful that the night was still mostly warm and there were no little bugs biting my exposed skin. By the time the sun began to rise and light the sky, I had sucked off Ojak three times and taken Rolin in my pussy two more times when they awoke at random times in the night. My arms were numb from balancing on them all night and my back was sore from being arched backwards. Large amounts of dry cum and juices coated the inside of my thighs and my face. Ojak had stuffed what remained of my skirt into my mouth and tied it behind my head when he wasn't using my mouth in the night, effectively preventing me from complaining.

Even so, despite the treatment, or probably, because of the treatment, I was incredibly horny when Rolin finally woke up. I watched Rolin smile fondly at me as he approached me. He rubbed the top of my head and then surprised me by walking past, slapping my ass as he went by. I craned my head to see what he was doing and watched him piss into the dying fire pit. The stick of urine filled the air and burned my eyes. With my mouth gagged, I was forced to smell the urine with each breath I took. Walking back in front of me, Rolin untied my skirt from my mouth.

"Rolin, we have to ta-" I was cut off as Rolin shoved his half erect cock into my mouth.

"Clean me first. Then we can talk. After you suck me off." Rolin ordered.

I was aroused despite my horror at my predicament, and with no choice, I proceeded to clean his dick, grimacing at the acrid taste of his piss. The sounds of my mouth slurping Rolin's dick woke Ojak who watched with amusement.

"Imma take a dip in da water. Can't wait to get tha wee mouth round my dick agin." Ojak grinned as he walked toward the stream.

It didn't take long for Rolin to reach the brink of orgasm. I briefly considered that I might be getting too much practice blowing people. Right before he climaxed, he pulled out and shot his load over my face. The humiliation of having an eighteen year old boy use me like this fueled my arousal to even greater heights. I could literally feel my juices running down my thigh.

"Alright. What do you want to talk about Miriam?" he asked as he pulled his trousers back up.

"Could you untie me first? My arms are numb and my back hurts."

He grinned at me wickedly and picked up my corset where we had left it the night before. "I know the kind of things you like now. Beg and I'll think about it."

Was I really that easy to read? After just two nights with me, he already knew how to bring my libido to full force by just using words that emphasized how helpless I was and how much control he had. With my hands bound on the floor, I could let the frame topple over, and then try to wiggle my feed forward. But- He interrupted my thoughts by casually flicking my erect nipple, pulling a moan of desire from my mouth.

"Well?" he asked as he stepped close in front of me, so that I had to tilt my head upwards to see him.

"Please untie me. I'll do anything. Just please, let me go? Please Rolin?" I bent my arms as I begged, tilting my upper body until my stiff nipples touched the ground. I rubbed my head up and down his calf as I begged, feeling my wet pussy throb as I humiliated myself.

I heard Ojak laugh behind me. "Hafta see tha to believe tha. Guess you're still busy wit your lass so Imma go use da bushes."

Ojak then slapped my ass hard as he walked by, startling a yelp out of me, before he headed out of the clearing and into the forest.

"Alright dad." Rolin replied.

As Ojak stepped into the forest, Rolin saw the confused look on my face and explained. "That means he's going to take a dump."

"Oh. So" will you untie me please?" I pushed up with my arms when I asked this time and rubbed my nose against the crotch of his pants. His crotch smelled a bit ripe but then he did ejaculate in his pants last night.

"Hmm... I'll let you go if you let me cut out parts of your shirt. Like I did with your skirt." He grinned and picked up his skinning knife which he had used to cut up my skirt.

"That's a corset. And it's armor plated. I can't let you just cut that up. It's worth way more than the skirt." I protested.

Rolin sauntered behind me and began to push his finger into my ass. "Oh? I can't? In that case, I'm going to stick my fingers up here."

I moaned in pain. I had never taken anything up my butt before.

"Wait wait! Let's talk about this! What part do you want to cut off?" I frantically begged as he forced a finger in and began pushing a second one.

Rolin laughed at me but pulled his finger out of my ass and walked back in front of me. He then waved the finger he had stuck into my ass in front of my face.

"Clean it." He ordered.

My face flushed with both embarrassment and arousal as I stretched my neck forward so I could suck on his dirty finger. Surprisingly, it didn't taste like much. It was still incredibly humiliating.

As I sucked his finger, he explained his plans on how he was going to ruin my corset. "I'm going to cut the bottom part off. I came up with an idea last night while I was having sex with you and I want to try it out."

I opened my mouth to protest, but his finger trapped my tongue and he asked, "Do you want me to untie you or not?"

Finally I nodded. I believed he was perfectly capable of leaving me stretched out for a couple more hours and my arms and back hurt. Seeing my nod, Rolin got to work untying me from the frame.

When I was finally free, I collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion. I was too tired to protest as I watched him cut up my corset.

"Is that all you wanted? To ask me to untie you?" Rolin asked me as he began working on cutting my corset apart.

I couldn't stand looking at him ruin my corset so I turned my back as I replied. "Do you remember how you said I belonged to you last night?"

I heard a sharp snap as one of the armor plates was removed from the corset. "Yeah. I remember. You didn't like it? If I remember right, you started sucking on my dick frantically when I told my dad that."

I sighed. "I liked it. I can't lie about that. I liked it too much. We have to separate our games and reality. Like now, you shouldn't be cutting up my corset. I shouldn't be letting you."

"Too late for that. I already cut it off, I'm just removing the plates from the lower parts now." He handed what was left of my corset to me.

Before Rolin mutilated it, my leather corset exposed all of my upper back, with laces to tighten the bottom part of my back. It flared out at the waist to follow the curve of my hips. So when I wore my corset and skirt, none of my mid riff was exposed. The top of the corset ended just above covering my nipples. Rolin pretty much transformed my corset into an uplift bikini by cutting off the lower portion. And since the corset was open in the upper back, in order to wear it now, I'd have to punch holes in the side, and thread the lace through, making a couple strings of lace the only covering on my bare back.

"And what do you mean by games?" Rolin asked.

My eyes widened in surprise as I realized Rolin really thought I would obey all his decisions, not just the sex related ones. He acted so confidently that I often forgot he was only eighteen.

Out loud I asked, "What are you going to do with me?"

"Well, earlier when I realized you really got off on being my slave, I figured we'd head to Betancuria where I'd learn a trade and officially register you as my slave. But since my dad seems okay with it, we're going to go back to the cabin. Maybe when I'm a little older, I can build a cabin of our own. Don't worry though, the next time we make a trip to Betancuria with our wood, I'll make sure I officially register you as mine."

"That's the problem Rolin. I like you. I like pretending to be your slave. A sex slave. But I don't want to be a real slave."

"I don't get it. You said you liked it when I tied you up and took control."

I rolled over and looked at Rolin. His face showed his uncertainty as if all the confidence he had gained dominating me had been drained away.

"I didn't realize until your dad first tied me up, but I like to give up control temporarily. For a short amount of time, I like it when you make all the decisions for me. But I can't have you making all my decisions."

I saw the confused look on his face and wondered how to explain it to him. I was starting to realize that in many ways, Rolin really was too young for me to get romantically involved with. I gave up. He wouldn't understand anyways. Instead I gave my second reason.

"I'm on a quest to return the artifact stolen from Floren. I can't be your permanent slave Rolin. My mission comes first."

"Forget your mission! You're going to do anything I told you to. You said so last night." Rolin grabbed my leash and pulled me towards him.

My arms were still numb and my leg muscles were sore from being stretched all night, but I managed to crawl over to him instead of being dragged. It surprised me that he was acting so immature. I briefly considered asking him to stop, but decided not to. Judging from my reaction to begging earlier, begging him to stop pulling me would only make me hornier then crawling to him would.

"See! You're crawling to me! You like it!" he crowed when I finally reached his feet and collapsed.

I gave up. I was too tired to explain that whether I liked it or not made no difference. I couldn't walk and I didn't want to be dragged. He probably wouldn't have understood anyways. He simply didn't want to understand. My spear was next to the fire on the other side of the clearing, and I didn't have the heart to kill him anyways. Not after I enjoyed sleeping with him so much. Rolin apparently thought everything was fine, that I had surrendered. He released my leash and I promptly fell asleep.

Continued in Chapter 4

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