There, he ran the edge of the blade repeatedly over her now hard nipple. The coldness of the blade had made her nipple spring erect."Don't do this to ...e, please!" she pleaded. "I... I'll do anything you want!" Of course, you will. As long as you're chained, you are under my command. You have no choice but to obey." It... it would be better if I did what you ordered of my own free will. You can release me and I promise to do whatever you want. But take the chains off me, and don't cut me with. I was kind of an accident I guess. Late in life. But it’s okay, I have a life. I’ll get out of here one day, but in the meantime I rely on interesting strangers.” She put her hand over mine and smiled into the distance.“There’s a party tonight,” she said eventually. “My uncle John, just up the road. He often has things on Friday nights. Would you like that?”I wasn’t sure if she was lining me up to fuck her, like I had heard women in remote areas, such as the Inuit, apparently did, getting their. I was shaking and didnt have to reply debating what to do for 30 min just looking at my phone screen, my phone rang, i sat down and answer''hi babby girl , i didnt want to scare you, can we meet for a cofee at least''and i accepted , an hour later sit in a cafee infront of a tall big pepper hair black daddyhe was so nice and normal i started to like himhe must have notice because he stood up and suggest we finish our cofee walking outsidemy heart started to pound as soon as I face the wood area. Two days later, he produced Drak, a ruddy youngster training for guard duty, a captive from the north who had sworn fealty to his new lord and master and been branded on the thigh. To the captain's mind, he was expendable.Drak was a redheaded Scot of uncertain years, most thought he was about fifteen, surely not full grown, his beard hardly that of a champion. But he was a fierce and brave fighter, well muscled and not unhandsome in a rugged manner with wide shoulders and heavy thighs as well.