You know damn well you have no interest in letting this scum rape you, but sadly your options seem limited as he works your clit with his other hand, pinching and rubbing on it, all the while delving into your pussy and ass roughly. To your dismay he soon has your juices flowing and you can't help it as your protests slip and a moan escapes your lips. “I knew you were a fucking slut.” He laughs as he finally pulls his hands out and turns you around till you are facing the cold stone wall. “I am going to enjoy this.” Your mind searches for a way out of this as you hear him unbuckling his pants, then just as you hear his pants hit the ground in a thump, you come up with a thought. His hands cup your firm ass as he lifts you ever so slightly to get the right angle so he can plunge into the depths of your ass. This is all you need as you are able to thrust back with both feet catching him just beneath the knees. The blow isn't enough to do that much damage, but with his pants around his ankles it is more than enough. Arms windmilling he is sent straight back and down hard on his back. Then, hoping the magic of your bracer will protect your skin, you dig deep and summon all the strength you can muster. With a howl you simply pull down against the bindings while flexing every muscle in your new body to create as much tension in the two lengths of chain.
The strain on your wrists and ankles is so extreme you are sure your body will give before the chain but the guard gives you a slight glimmer of hope as you hear him say, “No, that is impossible.” Not even letting up for a second you realize you have done it as a single weak length in the chain reveals itself by bending ever so slightly. As you hear the link give you suddenly relax for a split second before lunging up and slapping your wrists together. Just as you hoped the gap is just big enough to let the one link to come free and fall to the ground. No sooner than the link comes free the chain slides through the hook and you drop to your feet. “Fucking bitch.” Is the last thing you have to hear from the piece of shit on the floor as you simply drop down with the force of a sledgehammer with both fists clenched and now bound in iron on the top of his head and he collapses in a heap unconscious.
“Piece of shit.” You say spitting on him as you quickly pull the ring of keys from his belt and unlock yourself. A few seconds later, after relieving him of 23 silver coins, you are once again dressed, minus your little destroyed g-string. Looking around the room you realize you have a couple of things to consider. If the captain of the guard is indeed the one you are after he may very well be on his way here. Then there is the matter of the piece of shit unconscious in front of you. |