Kyra grit her teeth and continued to fumble with the knots, desperate to slip her tiny feet out of the farmer's leather ropes. The loops he'd tied were shockingly tight, however, and the supple leather was far harder to slip free of than dry and dusty hemp. The princess tried to unravel the knots, and while the girl did have capable fingers, she couldn't reach far enough, long enough, to make any headway.
"No no no!" She whimpered, kicking helplessly against the bindings. Her feet were still tingling from Borin's merciless tickling, and she didn't think she'd have any better chance at escape than now.
But she was still kicking and mewling furiously when the farmer returned, a smug smirk on his face.
"Such a fiery girl!" he said, slapping away her barrage of meager punches and seizing up her slender arms. He twisted slightly, sending a shock of pain up Kyra's arms. She let out a yelp and froze--no man had ever caused her physical pain before, not intentionally. Her luminous eyes met his and she realized just how much power the man had over her.
"That's right," Borin said. "One twist and I could snap your delicate little arms like a twig. Two twigs. Maybe I will. After all, it makes you no less beautiful if your arms are broken. Those precious little feet of yours would still be all mine." He dragged her arms back over her head and tied them once more to the old anvil, this time pulling the loops tighter. Now, the girl could only barely wiggle her body from side to side. Borin even pulled the knots around her ankles tight again, scratching a finger down her tender soles again and prompting Kyra to let out a surprised giggle.
"That was a bad thing to try," he chided, dragging yet another finger down her other soft sole. "How should I punish you, do you think? Because you're so pretty, I'll let you choose. They're all going to be endless fun for me, I promise." Again, Borin ran a hungry eye down the beautiful girl's captive body, stretched out and exposed before him. "You know, for such a skinny young girl, you do have an amazing rack," he announced, admiring the gentle curves of her perky, firm breasts, protected from his gaze by only a thin layer of fabric.
"Here's proposal one. We see again just how much you'll laugh and beg for mercy," Borin announced. He looked longingly at her squirming teenage feet. "I undo your gag, and put this brush to these gentle little feetsies of yours. I'll keep going until you tell me to stop, and then I will stop, as per your order!" Kyra narrowed her gaze, waiting for his terms. Borin grinned wickedly. "But when you do, I take off that robe and get to see all the bounty of your youth!"
Kyra shuddered in horror.
"I'll never let a monster like you touch me so," she growled bravely, but her eyes belied her fear.
"Of course you will. I can't wait! But there's another option. Instead of a brush, I gag you up nice and tight, pull up a chair, and you give me a footjob." He waited for Kyra's reaction of horror, and when it didn't come, he added. "That means I wrap your girly feet around my man member, and you rub it nice and smooth with those soft little soles until I coat them in slavery-sauce. Then, you lick them nice and clean for me. Once you do that, I take you out and set you free. This way, we both win. It's not like my wife would let me keep you. I might even toss in a few coins to help you out if you do a good enough job. Sound fair?"
Kyra was horrified at both options. She longed to be free from this wretched madman, but how could a princess be expected to pay such a humiliating price?
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