"You're going to tell us where your camp is."
The dark-haired bandit girl was hanging from a rope. I had tied it around her wrists and suspended her from a tree branch. She teetered on the tips of her boots, trying not to spin. She gave me a glare but nothing more.
The stars winked in and out as large, winged creatures flitted past, screeching. The bushes nearby rustled as a gleaming, pale, white worm the size of my arm rose out of the soil, tasted the air, and dived back into the leaf litter. The light from our campfire glowed from a few trees away. It had been less than an hour since I had captured her, but little else had happened in that time.
"They aren't your friends," I said. "If they cared about you, they would have come looking by now. They will abandon you to whatever happens." I placed my hand on the hilt of my sword. "Do you understand?"
She rolled her eyes and looked away.
It felt like a slap: it was strange to have a female captive who showed no fear or apprehension, whatsoever. Hyperborean free women were not cringing slave stock!
"Tell me where your camp is, and I will set you free."
She snorted and looked me up and down as if surprised she had somehow been captured by an imbecile.
"If you don't," I drew my sword, "then I have no use for you. Do you understand?" I held the tip of the blade under her chin.
Her eyes went to the blade, then to mine.
Her expression had not changed.
I went back to our campfire. Fogrim was wide awake, sitting on a rock with his spear on the ground before him and a quiver of javelins strapped to his back. The slave girls were up as well, all kneeling. Each had been gagged: we did not need them screaming and adding to the chaos if there was violence.
Fogrim looked over to me.
"Well?" He asked.
"I can't get her to talk. Maybe she just doesn't want to sell out her friends."
Fogrim picked up his spear and placed the blade in the fire. Embers glowed as they were disturbed.
"Or perhaps," he replied, "you did not make strong enough case. That is not soft slave meat you have there. She is a free woman - and one accustomed to violence."
"I offered her freedom or death." I kicked a stone on the ground that I suddenly found the most offensive thing in the world. "It doesn't get much more violent than that."
"Then she did not believe you. I do not, either. You will not kill that female. You want her naked, chained, and trying to swallow your cock. That much must be plain to her."
"Then what do you suggest?"
"Do not speak in falsehoods." He turned his blade over in the fire. The edges were beginning to glow. "Let her know truly what is in store for her. It is after all what every free Hyperborean woman fears. Use it."
***
I returned to the bandit girl. She looked up as I approached, her face settling into her silent glare. She looked behind me for an instant, and her eyes narrowed.
"Kneel, Slave," I pointed to the ground.
"Yes, Master," said Haley, stepping out from behind me. The Siberian’s breasts jiggled as she stepped out from behind me and knelt on the ground. Her wrists were in cuffs, my collar was around her throat. Her leash was wrapped around my fist.
"This is Haley," I gestured. Haley. Her full lips gave me a dazzling, movie starlet, smile. "When I got her, she was free, just like you. A week later, she became what you see here." I turned to face my blonde. Her eyes lit up, and she shifted on her knees to better face me.
"You like being slapped, Slave," I said to her. "You want me to slap you, you want me to slap you harder."
"Yes, Master," she nodded. Her blue eyes shined in the dark.
"What do you want, Slave?"
"I want you to slap me, Master," Haley rose up on her knees.
She cried out as I slapped her.
"Did you like that, Slave?"
"Yes, Master. Please, slap me harder."
I slapped her again. This time, her face was thrown to the side and she winced.
"Did you like that, Slave?”
"Yes, Master. Please slap me harder!"
She cried out loud: the third slap knocked her to the ground. She seemed stunned for a moment, then slowly got back to her knees.
"Well?"
"I like that, Master. Please, slap me harder!"
I regarded the bandit girl. She stared at Haley, her expression seemed quite aghast.
"Open your mouth, Slave."
Haley opened her mouth wide.
I stood over her, aimed, and spat. The saliva went right into her mouth. She closed her lips, and her throat bobbed as she swallowed.
"Good Slave," I pulled on my breeches and my underwear. My penis was hard; Haley squealed and opened her mouth, sliding my cock over her lips and down her tongue. Her hair began tossing back and forth as she started pleasing me. I wound her leash over my hand till it was taut.
When I was ready to come, I pulled her off. She gasped, saliva hanging from her lips in quivering string.
"Close your mouth, slut," I grabbed her hair and pressed cheek against my thigh. With the other hand, I gave myself a few tugs and pressed my penis alongside her eye.
"Keep your eyes open!"
She flinched but could not move as I ejaculated, right into her eye. The semen spilled out and clung to her eyelids and cheek. When I was done, I wiped my penis in her hair and released her.
"See what she is now?" I pointed. Haley blinked furiously, trying to get the semen out. He stuck her tongue out to catch it as it dripped. If any touched the ground (she knew) I would punish her. "That is what you are going to be like in less than seven days unless you tell me where your camp is. If you do, this will not be your end. I will cut your throat instead, and you can die a free woman."
Like a slave on a rope, the bandit woman eyed me with apprehension.
"You will kill me?" She said, speaking at last.
"Yes."
"You give me your word, as a warrior?"
"You have my word."
She paused.
"I will tell you where the others are."