I followed her gaze to the men's backs moving away along the shore. The girl behind pressed to her back, grabbed her hand:

- Thank you, madam, thank you ...

The girl turned.

- What's your name?

- Mika. I was caught in the capital. Mrs. Riva promised to ask me to become a slave when I grow up.

- What for?! - Roxana almost pulled out her hand, staring at the girl with great surprise.

- Slaves with collars do not offend, they are under the protection of Mr. Dagora. They always have a tent place, food, and clothing.

- And they serve him at the first call?

“Mr. Dagor is kind ... and beautiful,” said the girl confusedly, “but Mrs. Riva said that I was still young.”

“Good, how,” Roxana thought, recalling the spanking. For some reason this was remembered much brighter than rape on the first day. Although he is really attractive, in his own way, like a man. She remembered strong, heavy arms, a solid body. And blue piercing eyes. And he didn’t cause too much pain ... Do not think about it.

- Can I stay with you? - asked Mika, - I am afraid, they have been hunting for me for the second day already. I used to manage to escape, or hide. And then they caught me ...

- Well, stay ... Do you know how to wash?

In the evening, Roxana sat by the women's fire with a bowl of chowder. Nearby Mika was already wrapping the second portion. The girl washed and darned her dress, and the princess recognized several medicinal herbs during the day, ground them in a mortar, and learned to make medicinal tinctures. She decided that she would rather do something more suitable for a noble lady than prepare food for everyone.

Having finished, Mika curled up at her feet, falling asleep to a more or less even horn sound of conversation. Roxana during the day made her wash, carefully combed her hair, and got her clothes more decently and more purposefully. Now the girl quietly fingered Mickey's fluffy hair, and pondered.

She managed to go around the camp, and to make sure that the fall in discipline was not so strong that she was released abroad. Inside, Riva looked after her, and now Mika was also dragged along, and the sentry exclaimed behind a certain line. Well still, few knew her face.

To escape, she needs a horse, and even better - for someone to cover the escape, at least shoot in pursuit. You can think of several options. For example, to seduce someone from the young warriors, to convince him to take it away from Dagor. But, firstly, she does not want to seduce anyone here, and secondly, she doesn’t have much time. Even if Dagor does not sell it to anyone, he will soon receive it himself. Yes, despite all the anger and irritation, the girl understood that she would not last long against him. Already, she has thoughts of “why resist so much,” so it was necessary to run away before he returned.

It would also take time to start leaving camp with herbalist. It would be easy to run away from the old woman, but Roxanne will not be released without an order from Dagor, and he will not be mistaken in her motives.

It got dark when the women went to their tent. Reva called Roxana:

- You will not live forever in a van with the loot.

“I don’t want to sleep yet,” Roxana hoped to try to sneak off at night. Too little time to return Dagora.

“Your Mika is already asleep, at least put her down.”

“She's not mine,” the princess wanted to snap back, but she kept silent. The point is not even that she saved the girl from rape - it does not happen to anyone. She took the girl with her, fed, dressed. She gave the girl a shelter ... although what kind of shelter a kidnapped and dishonored woman can give ... no, I will have to give Mika Riva, and she will eventually give it to Dagora. After hearing the evening of women's conversations, Roxana began to understand why they are so calm and cheerful. They are safe, they are taken care of. Some of them are in love. He is a good host for them ... The girl shook her head. At the very least, her conscience will not torment her when she leaves Micah to him.

The princess thought about all this, leading the sleeping girl by the hand to the female tent. They were laid in the corner, given warm blankets, and Roxanne covered the girl and tucked the blanket so that the cool night air did not touch her. Yawning wide, Micah turned on her side and asked:

- Why aren't you lying down?

- I'll lie down later. Sleep

- Do not leave without me, - children's eyes looked quite seriously, as if she knew exactly the intentions of Roxanne.

Roxana realized that something was stopping her from lying, and just threw a blanket over the girl's head:

- Sleep come on.

While she was emerging, the girl had already departed.

The rest of the women talked together, keeping up - they are together all day, and they constantly say, how much do they need to talk? - and she left the tent and turned into the nearest shadow.

A starry sky and a bright, clear month shone overhead, fires crackled around, voices sounded softly - the sentries echoed, someone rhythmically creaked in the grass. Roxana remembered her nights in the palace - exactly the same as days. All life in the walls, the sky only a piece of the window, the horse - just washed with shampoo, with a ladies' saddle, not farther than the park. People living on books about etiquette, as she has recently.

And Roxana suddenly remembered her wedding. Having escaped, returning to her father and her position, she will receive her previous obligations, and they will not give her back - this will ruin her reputation. Suddenly a cold sweat broke through a girl at the thought that she would be forever connected with a cutesy and stupid man who could never - even never understand the world outside the walls of the palace ...

Roxana involuntarily turned around. She wanted to return to Mika, lie down next to her, letting the warm baby calf snuggle up to her back and fall asleep. Just stop resisting, and let Dagora change her life ...

Well, then? Well, he will return, put her on all fours naked ...

Excitement spread throughout the body. Not this way.

Dagor will return, will begin to train her again, and sooner or later she will achieve her. Yes, if you think about humiliation in general, and not about the specific actions that excite her so much, it turns out much better.

So, Dagor will return, and she will have no choice. Therefore it is better to leave now. Even a bad choice is better than his absence. In the end, not always, it will belong to its status, especially since the status of the wedding will increase. Unloved husband - so full, how many happy couples has she seen in her life? And nothing, live. She will take power into her own hands and will not let herself be kept in the tower. The world is full of affairs.

So Roxana overcame her momentary weakness, and cautiously, sneaking, moved away from the center of the camp. She noticed the first sentry when he turned his head at the rustle she had published. The whole night was full of rustling, but he noticed her. The girl froze. A few minutes passed before he calmed down, and stopped listening. Slowly and very quietly, Roxana pulled away and tried to go around him, but soon she came across the next one. He went to look, and found her.

- What are you here shy away?

- I walk, - Roxana snapped, - go about your business.

Almost until dawn, she wandered around the camp, but could not find a way to get out unnoticed. I wanted to untie and scare the horses to get away on one of them, while the others raise the turmoil, but the conscript was also guarding.

Finally, tired and frustrated, Roxanne returned to the female tent, and wanted to slip inside when she heard a sigh and a faint moan behind the tent.

“I will take you away,” whispered a low male voice, “no one touches you except me ...”

- And if you are not allowed?

- Yes, why wouldn’t they let me, didn’t we seize women so that they give birth to our children?

Roxana slightly moved out of the shelter, and saw them - a couple lying on a raincoat between the tent and the van.The young guy was kissing the girl's neck and chest, pulling her untied dress to the waist, she arched into him, tangled fingers in his hair. His greedy hands crushed his white breasts, and the girl moaned as he squeezed her pink nipples with her fingers. He took the nipple to the lips, and the girl groaned again, involuntarily moving her hips. He slid a hand over her leg, lifting her skirt, and ran his hand between her legs.

Roxana woke up from a strange stupor. She was engulfed in memories, and agitated.

- Wait, - the girl squeezed her knees, - I'm afraid ...

“Everything will be fine,” he opened his clenched legs, knelt between them, quickly pulling off his shirt. The girl looked wide-eyed, quiet, submissive.

Roxanne seemed to have blood in her head beating throughout the camp. She began to move away, but behind her he heard footsteps - the sentry was walking around the camp. The girl froze.

The guy had already taken off his pants, exposing his dick standing, and bent over the girl. She reminded Roxanne the little deer with her big eyes and helplessness. He lay on her, and she cried out softly. He began to kiss her, rhythmically moving her hips between her widely spread legs, Roxana saw her fingers clutching at his back.

The princess stood still, afraid to breathe. The guy moved faster and sharper, the girl under him moaned and squeaked. When they began to breathe noisily, and they would definitely not have noticed anything, the girl slipped into the tent.

She sneaked between sleeping women, and lay down next to Micah. The girl did not wake up.

Heart pounded so that a dream could not be talked about. (Erotic stories) My chest ached with the desire to touch, the skin felt vividly a blanket, burning between my legs. The girl seemed to love and passion around her, and only she is outside of this world of tenderness and passion. The memory revived the sensations from the hands of Dagor on her body, and - inside her body, why there and now everything was compressed in a sweet spasm. Fingers uselessly crushed the bed. That he should have married her according to all the laws!

And take every night ...

"Who would give it to him," Roxana thought suddenly soberly, "to a savage who refused to recognize the power of Landria." I do not care, would take myself ...

So he took it himself, mind reminded, why are you dissatisfied? By trying to tame and seduce you instead of raping you every night and checking your food for poison? Have you seen yourself from the outside, who needs such a wife? Evil and cold, only joy that beautiful. And you can not love.

And now what? - Roxana asked herself. Wait and rush to the neck when meeting?

The option is not without amenities, of course ... Well, she will spend the night with him. Well, two. Then it will be the turn of another slave, whom he will caress and love. And she will wait, and everyone will know her as “the girl of Dagora”. Tamed, it means.

Roxana clenched her teeth. Not wait.