Bound Friends Pt. 15

This particular guy, rather than ramming it down her throat when he finished, decided to pull out and cum all over her face. Sophia was now not only frustrated and in mild pain from the weights, but now she couldn't open her left eye. But as she looked around she was surprised to see the people that had been around were dispersing. She looked to her side and saw Anton strutting around confidently and kneeling in front of her good eye.

"Here, let's see how you like your own taste," he said as he held up two fingers to Sophia's mouth. Sophia looked at them with annoyance before looking back at him and slowly opening her mouth back up.

Anton began to stick his fingers deep into her mouth, sliding them around her tongue, going to the back of her throat and nearly making her gag. The pungent taste wasn't pleasant. Anton stood back up, pulling his hand out of Sophia's mouth to help tilt her head up. Sophia saw his hard cock dangling in front of her and nearly sighed in resignation as she waited for him with her mouth open.

Anton seemed content to mostly stand there, expecting Sophia to do what work she could bound as she was. She could barely move more than a few inches forward and back at the maximum, thankfully he did not seem to mind. Soon she had him groaning, throbbing in her mouth as she slurped and sucked his thick but not particularly long cock. She tasted it as he came in her mouth. He pulled away quickly, giving her the opportunity to spit what remained out beside her.

"Ah, here let me get that," Anton said as he bent down and wiped away the cum that covered her eye. He then reached over and retrieved the weights off her breasts and let them fall to the ground. "You did good tonight, I'll see ya in the morning," he said, slapping her ass as he walked back toward his tent.

"Umm.." Sophia said, trying to get his attention. "I mean.." she said as she jostled in her metal confinement.

"Oh.. and after I took the weights off you complain? Keep going and I'll put them back on," he said without even turning around to look at her.

Sophia stayed quiet but looked around. It seems that everyone had gone back to their tents, with the exception of one girl who still wore the original yoke and was attached to one of the benches with a chain. Sophia tried to get comfortable, but bent over as she was that just wasn't a possibility. The ground had been covered in a light covering of dirt but it looked much too firm to try to tip over to her side without possibly breaking something.

She heard footsteps behind her and looked to see one of the attendants coming around to her. he grabbed her side and gently guided her down to the ground, which still left one leg awkwardly standing two feet off the ground. "If anything starts to really hurt, like you think it might be causing damage, whistle alright? Otherwise try to be quiet and try to get some rest. The lights will start showing daylight in a few hours and the men will start getting up after that. Understand?" He said after feeding her a little water.

"Thank you," Sophia whispered as she tried the lean her head down in the awkward position she was in and get some rest..

****

Sophia wasn't sure what woke her, but the sudden burst of light was blinding. The ceiling now illuminated the room like it was daylight, and all the white of the artificial snow reflected those rays around the room.

Sophia looked around and saw men scurrying around, seemingly in a hurry to prepare for something. "Morning princess," Anton said as he approached Sophia from behind where she couldn't see. "I see you tipped over in the night. I hope you're not hurt," he said as he sat down on the log-bench beside her head.

"Please, master, let me out of this," Sophia pleaded with a submissive sincere tone that seemed to take Anton by surprise.

"I must say, a night in the stocks has done wonders for your attitude there slave. But I don't have long, we're off soon to battle. Not all of us will be coming back." Anton explained.

"Then please, let me out of these stocks before you go. If nothing else I could wish you luck before you go into battle."

Anton thought about it before deciding to go get a new collar to replace the stocks. He returned and fastened it around Sophia's neck before freeing Sophia's other bindings. Sophia stretched out for the first time in hours before rubbing her wrists which felt like they might be slightly bruised. But she looked up and saw an impatient looking Anton and decided all that could wait. She stood up and extended her hands forward to brush the stubble across his face. She spun around and widened her legs, straddling his lap as she sat down. She bent backwards, giving him a spectacular view of her modest chest as she began to slide her hips up and down his leg. One hand bent back and began to hold his head as she ran her fingers through her hair. Her other hand grabbed on of his arms and pulled it up to her chest, forcing it to explore around. "Make it back alive, I'll be waiting," she seductively whispered.

Anton was breathing heavy when someone called out to him, telling him he didn't have time for what it clearly seemed he was building to. He grunted and pushed Sophia off his lap, pulling her by the collar over to the pole at the far side of the camp where a few other girls were already chained. He locked her collar to one of the very long chains that was already locked to the pole before adding on a pair of shackles to her hands. He then tapped her lightly on the cheek and went running to get a sword and shield.

Sophia recognized them as the same kind of painted weapons she had used occasionally in the arena. They are made of a semi-porous foam exterior that only bleeds paint when they hit with a forceful impact. They otherwise leave no mark, and so are an excellent way to show only who has been slashed. And while there was a ridged interior to keep shape, the impact don't even hurt very much. Great for playing at war, which it seemed was exactly what the guests were preparing for.

"To be continued slave," Anton said as walked past Sophia and over to where the other men were already gathered. Sophia watched as the men marched single file out and through the other door before the double doors were sealed behind them. Sophia sat down and leaned against the poll, celebrating finally being able to mover her extremities and being thankful for the continued rest after a fitful rest she had just had.

****

Sophia shot her head up as she heard sounds coming from the far side of the hall. She was joined by the two other woman chained to the post who also sat up to watch as men came stumbling in from the other hall. Many of them looked exhausted and there was also only about half as many as had left. Sophia no longer saw Simon or the second man from the other night to use her throat, but she certainly caught sight of Anton.

"We got'em. Sent them running off into the woods," Anton said once he was finally close to Sophia. He threw his shield down, which was covered in paint markings.

"And where's everyone else?" she asked.

"They didn't make it. We lost quite a few of our men to your husbands out there.. and the dead can't come back to camp. They swung for me too but they didn't get me, I even took a few of them out myself!" Anton said in celebration, sword still in hand as he bent down to unfasten Sophia's rather long chain leash from the pole. It had many feet of slack, so he wrapped it around one hand and began to lead her back to his tent. "Come on, we got some time before the feast and I could use a good fuck.."

Sophia followed behind. She tried a quick yank on the chain, but even though it was long he had the far better grip. They walked inside and he began pulling her closer. He set his sword down to pull out all the slack in Sophia's leash. She pulled against it but she couldn't stop him.

"Good, I was worried you'd lost your spark from spending the night locked up like that." he said as he grabbed the back of her head. He walked her over and began pushing her down onto his bed, Sophia tried to resist but he was too strong, and her hands were still shackled. Once her face hit the bed she knew it was over.

Anton positioned himself behind her, still being careful to hold her down. He let her raise her hands up, but only so he could grab them by the chain to better keep her under control. Sophia's lower body lay over the bed, with her chest lying flat on it. She was kneeling with her ass prominent and unprotected. She hadn't thought to closer her legs until she felt him kneeling behind her, setting himself between her legs and preventing her from closing.

He leaned over her, pressing his now undressed body against her. She felt his slightly hairy chest, pressing weight down onto her back. She could even hear him breathing, though she refused to try to look back his way. "Have you been thinking about this much today slave?" he asked quietly but closely. Sophia huffed out a defiant non-response.

"Well I've got to say.. I knew the rules, but I didn't appreciate them until now. You get stabbed, you die. You die, and ride's over. No appeals, no buying your way back in. It certainly makes the stakes a whole lot more.. real," he said as his free hand drifted down between Sophia's legs as the other continued to hold on to Sophia's shackles. "And so every time some soldier came at me, I thought of your cunt. I thought about getting to fuck it one more time after you teased me this morning," he taunted right into Sophia's ear. She could feel his breath with every word. "So let's get that cunt of mine nice and wet ok slave?" he asked rhetorically once his finger had found her clit. It began playing with her piercing, causing Sophia to grunt in spite of herself. Anton forced his head even closer, getting in the small opening between Sophia's head and arm. He began to nibble on her earlobe, something that caused Sophia to stretch out involuntarily.

Sophia shuddered as she felt his hard cock probing around from behind. In one quick motion it plunged deep into her pussy. He remained hunched over as he slowly withdrew, getting about half way out before thrusting deeply and suddenly back in. His right hand continued to play with her clit, working in tandem with his cock to try to elicit a response. Some sign that she was enjoying this.

And as defiant as Sophia was trying to be she had to admit if she were honest that she was enjoying it. At least some. She had been given free reign and could resist in ways her usual assignments, and when you strip away the principle, strip away the context, he was pushing all the right kinds of buttons. She held back a moan but couldn't help but close her eyes and enjoy the feeling. One person, exerting their will over the other, physically forcing the other to submit. She couldn't help but begin to notice her breath quickening.

"That's right my little slave cunt, I knew you were a right little slut under all those protests. Deny it all you want but you're enjoying the fucking aren't you?" Anton taunted as he began to increase the speed of his thrusting. He continued to toy with her clit while he seemed determined to try to poke his head in just the right way to look Sophia in the eye. She kept her face buried, breathing heavier and heavier into the thick blanket that lay on top the bed.

"Maybe I'm going about this wrong," he whispered cryptically. Moments later he slowed down his thrusts while his right thumb and index fingers worked to grip Sophia's clit firmly. As he resumed his regular pace his hand pulled down sharply, causing Sophia to jerk her head up and let out a high pitched yelp of a cry. His left hand moved down quickly from holding on to her wrists to slide under her neck, keeping her from lowering her head back down. "Look at me," he said, causing Sophia to look further away.

He smiled an unseen smile before his fingers once again pinched and pulled hard. This time twisting as well, amplifying the painful sensations that were so well bleeding into the pleasurable ones. "What?" Sophia huffed as she turned her head to snarl at him.

"Oh yes.. you fight it but you can't hide it from me. I can tell when someone is faking, I can tell when moans are fake.." he said as he moved his left hand up to cup the side of her head.

"Well.. well it's good then that I'm not moaning.." Sophia said through gritted teeth.

"I know.. but I can tell when a woman is enjoying it.. and my little lady seems to be enjoying it," he said as his right hand released her clit from its grip and began to rub it instead. Making fast circular motions as his cock continued to pump inside of her.

Sophia took advantage of having her hands free again and tried to make a sudden jolt to the right. She got as far as lifting herself up on one leg before Anton responded by essentially tackling her to the bed. He lost control of her head and reached back up to grab hold of her wrist shackles. Sophia now lay fully on the bed, trying badly to close her legs but finding him keeping them apart with his knees. "Get off of me! I'm not your little lady!" she protested, trying to shake him off but finding that with his guard up it was impossible to do.

"You're right. You're not a little lady any more. Now you're my slave. For all you know, one of the men I killed today was your husband. Best case he lived long enough to flee. You're mine now." He said with a decidedly more commanding tone. "And just so you know.." he said, bringing his head right up to her ear. "I was going to try to make it pleasant for you, but I think now I'd rather just teach you a lesson."

Sophia felt him moving his right hand down to guide his cock back in. She lifted her head in sudden realization as she felt him press not against her pussy but against her ass. "You wouldn't dare!" she said staring daggers back at him.

"Oh, but I very much would dare.. slave."

Sophia gritted her teeth as she felt his cock push back into her ass. It had at least been well lubricated but it didn't change how much tighter everything felt. He was not an overly long man, but he was thick, thick enough to make it all very tight. He began to pump faster, not sparing any time for further foreplay or taunting. He began to hammer away like a man on a deadline. Sophia had certainly had worse, but she still did not overly enjoy anal sex. But as much as she tried to shake or push or resist, he had clearly learned his lesson and would not give her an opening again. The helplessness washed over her leading to a frustrated cry, right before Anton made one final thrust, depositing his load deep into Sophia's ass.

Anton collapsed, out of breath on top of her. Sweat was dripping from him onto her. He grabbed a chain for Sophia's collar tightly in one hand before rolling over onto his back in order to cool off.

****

Sophia quietly turned her head over to Anton. He was up against the wall, but had a firm hold of her leash. With so much of the chain obscured from view in the skirmish she couldn't tell how much slack that gave her without moving enough to cause a jingle and get his attention. Either way, she was sure she couldn't exactly run out of the camp. She turned her head back out towards the rest of the tent.

To call it a tent though was a small stretch. Sure the walls were fabric, but it had four strong posts with a central post in the middle. Together they had an angled truss roof, attaching all the posts back to the central one. She looked around some more and noticed his sword. She calculated the risk, and decided the opportunity was too good to pass by.

In one quick move she bolted to her feet and dived for the sword. She knew if she didn't have the slack to reach she'd feel a sudden jolt back, but thankfully Anton only held the very end of her long leash. Anton sat up in bed and pulled back on the chain just moments after Sophia got the base of the sword in her hand. She swung it wildly around, being nowhere near Anton but clearly sending him the message. He stood up in the bed as the two squared off. Sophia now stood between him and the opening and he was well aware of that.

"You thought this out girl? I just have to call out and I'll get half a dozen men in here to take you down," He said in dead seriousness.

"But not before I take you and maybe a few of your friends down with me. You said it yourself, 'you die and ride's over,'" Sophia said, not knowing if any of that threat was true. For all she knew that only applied to battle, but he seemed to be taking it serious enough that she felt she must have a leg to stand on.

"You can come in now," he said as he looked over at the entrance to the tent. It cause Sophia to look over, just enough of a distraction for him to throw his end of the leash over the solid wood truss support of the roof. Sophia looked back too late to pull her leash free, he had already grabbed the other end. He now had her leash wrapped over the frame of the roof, and he was walking to the very back edge of the tent, taking out all the slack he could.

Sophia tried lunging forward, but she was just a hair out of range. She tried swinging repeatedly, each time missing by nearly nothing. He held her chain in his hands above his head, not giving her enough slack to reach him. Sophia looked up to see what she might be able to do, giving him the opportunity to dash to the other side of the tent. Once he passed the central pillar, Sophia could no long follow. Sophia was held by the neck very much at the central pillar of the tent without the ability to pull up enough slack to go anywhere.

"You were close.." Anton said as he put one hand on his heart. "It's beating a million miles a minute.. never a dull moment in deed."

Sophia looked back around and saw nothing that could help. The tent was rather bare, and even taking her feet off the ground to push, she could not get Anton to release her chain. He slowly walked to one corner and found a small lock. To Sophia's dismay he pulled her leash tight and locked it to one of the far posts. He shook his hand that had very visible marking from where the chain had started to dig in.

"Throw the sword down, out of reach." Anton instructed as he began to regain his composure. He strolled side to side along the far edge of the tent safely out of reach.

"Never," Sophia said as she put both hands on the sword and took a few futile swings, landing nowhere near him.

Anton opened a small chest at the far side of the tent, near the base of his bed. A smile crossed his face as he pulled out a long single tail whip.

"I will cut that if it lands on my sword," Sophia threatened.

"Well then I shall simply ask for another," he said as he whipped Sophia's calves. She moved the sword down too late to make contact and then moved it back into the center, hoping to be more successful a second time. She watched the whip and bent down to block it only to have it strike her back and upper arm. She looked at the smug satisfied face on Anton as he circled her once more. She also couldn't help but notice as his cock was once again becoming hard.

"You come near me with that thing and I'll cut it off," Sophia threatened as she pointed to his cock with her sword. He simply took the opportunity to strike her one more time in the legs with the whip.

"All the more reason why I need you to put that down," he said, cracking the whip at the optimum crescendo. It aimed for her ass and Sophia moved her sword into place more quickly this time, anticipating another strike would come at the end of his taunt. A light bit of bright red paint now soaked a portion of the whip, causing Anton to frustratingly throw it on the ground.

"You will drop the sword," Anton insisted, walking back around to where Sophia's chain was.