and the second stroked her chest, feeling how much her heart was beating. He leaned over her neck, as if trying on a bite.

- Or maybe I make a whore of you? - whispered in his ear, holding his hand on her flat, quivering stomach, - to rub about me, begging to take you?

- I ... never ... never ask you ...

“I will smack you, and you will be all wet with desire,” he continued quietly, as proof of getting his fingers into her bosom, “you will end with my touch ...”

Roxana closed her eyes tightly. Frozen from the grip on her neck and caress below, she had almost forgotten why she had come, breathed intermittently, barely holding back a moan. His fingers did something magical with her body, evoking a sweet and hot feeling. Realizing that she was ready to give in, and holding on to his insulting promise to make her a whore, she swung to slap him in the face.

He squeezed something there, below, and Roxanne gasped and shuddered from the bright flash, involuntarily poking his face into his chest, and with a raised hand for a blow, clutching his shoulder so as not to fall.

Almost immediately, Roxanne recoiled, clenching her fists so that the pain from the cutting nails would help erase the echo of what he had done. Dagor let her go, her blue eyes laughing. The girl could not move away - would have been outside.

“Give me your belt, otherwise the next time it will be there,” he nodded at the entrance to the tent, “and I assure you that you will not be able to portray the victim of violence.”

Roxana herself has already begun to guess about this. Well, revenge will have to be postponed a bit.

She raised the belt and gave it to Dagora. He took the belt, tied a large knot on it:

- Open your mouth.

- What?

- Mouth. We do not want to re-shake the whole camp with your cries, - the fabric has already pressed on her lips. Inserting a gag and tying the ends of the girdle on the back of his head, Dagor nodded deep into the tent:

- Come on in.

She had to squeeze past him. She did not dare to touch the gag. Stopping in the middle of the tent, the girl saw a belt lying in the same place where Dagor had dropped it during the day. A shiver passed through her body.

“Yes, I did not doubt that he should not be taken far away,” he followed her gaze, “hands behind his back.”

She turned around.

- How I like it when you are silent! Hands behind the back.

In front of the belt she didn’t really want to argue. Despising himself for this submission and trembling, the girl pulled her hands behind her back, and he tied them up with a rope, not very tight, but so that it was impossible to move. I laid him on the bed with his belly down, placing a rolled-up blanket under his hips. Roxana could no longer resist when Dagor spread her legs, leaving her in that position.

Dagor raised the belt, twisted the end with the buckle on the fist, tickled the back of the girl with the free end:

- Come on, do not be afraid. I will punish you, but only your pride will suffer.

Roxana was even glad that the gag in her mouth prevented her from saying everything she thought about him - the princess should not know such words.

The first belt slaps were rather weak. Roxanne suffered them, closing her eyes, and clutching her teeth in the gag, holding back moans. The blows fell on the buttocks and thighs, on the outer and inner sides. After some time, these places were burning, and the blows to them brought not so much pain as a strange, burning pleasure. This scarecrow Roxane more brutal reprisals, because it was much harder to resist - had to fight not only with Dagor, but with himself.

Then the blows became really noticeable. Each of them made the girl cry out deafly, but even this hot pain was pleasant, and caused waves of such pleasure in her body that it was impossible to resist. When the blows fell on the buttocks, forcing the muscles to shrink involuntarily, the pleasure was growing inside. The girl has almost forgotten about her humiliating position, her mind was focused only on physical sensations, and her body was trying to get more.

When Dagor stopped, she with a moan stretched out over her knitted furs.Her buttocks and thighs burned and ached with pleasant pain, and she almost didn’t care that she was naked and tied in front of him.

He sat down, stroking her buttocks:

- Yes, you can not sit tomorrow. But it was worth it, right?

Dagor pulled the gag from her mouth. Roxana licked her dry lips, trying to moan at least quietly while he caresses her. Dagor sat her on his lap, his back to himself. The girl tried to move her legs, and got a painful slap:

- Sit still.

Watching her frown, she grinned.

- Does it hurt to sit? You're punished, forgot? - his palms covered her breast with instantly strained nipples, - you will behave well - we will do so that it does not hurt. Well, not really.

Roxana was silent. She was already so excited, and what he did with her breasts and nipples made the girl arch, leaning her head on his shoulder and biting her lips. (Erotic stories) Even contempt, rage, and hatred receded into the background.

Having played enough with her breasts and making sure that the girl - until, at least - resigned and did not resist, he went down her belly down to where it was already wet and very hot. Roxana could no longer hold back a moan when he caressed there, then outside, then climbing inside, finding inside the points from which she moaned and squeezed, clutching his fingers more tightly. He stopped, quite a bit without bringing her to orgasm, began to simply stroke the inner side of divorced legs.

“I still want you to be an obedient girl,” she shuddered at the sweet spasm from his breath in her ear, “I really like good, obedient girls ...”

He gently bit her ear.

- Will you be obedient?

Having ceased to spend all his strength on resistance, Roxanne began to notice more of his reactions, and felt how his standing member bulges, how hot his hands and lips are. Now she did not seem so terrible idea to surrender to him, on the contrary, really wanted to. And it was neither scary nor ashamed. A storm of feelings was boiling in blood. Hugging closer to his hard cock, turned her head:

- I will not.

Two glances crossed like blades.

- Well, as you know. I'll leave tomorrow morning for a couple of days. Do not kill anyone before my return.

“I want to kill you,” why did you rape me the first day, but now you don't want to?

She was disappointed when he stopped insisting, and generally removed his hands from her body. But showed only anger.

- Yes, yes, of course. And yet, when you tear and throw, try not to kill anyone. My people are not to blame for your stubbornness.

Dagor pushed the girl from her lap, untied her hands, and returned the belt:

- You can go.

Roxana pulled on her dress and flew out of the tent, clutching a knotted belt in her hand. That's because you bastard! She perfectly understood what he wanted from her. It was not enough for him to rape her at the very beginning, it was not enough to humiliate her, dragging her along and forcing him to serve him. Even flog him a little. He needs so that with all this she herself would try to please him and please, that she herself begged ... To make of her a whore, as he himself frankly said.

So: she will not be a whore. It will cost!

Bastard