Caleb Raines
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Sep 16, 2013
Marx and Bran were the best assassins the Kingdom of Arwak had and they had been sent into the peace loving Kingdom that neighbored their own with a job to do. It had been easy to get in, take out a couple guards and take their garb so they could do what they needed to do. For the last two hours they spent time following the princess but remaining unseen and finally as they knew would happen they found the perfect opportunity to take her, one moved around to get ahead of her. The other remained at her flank and moved closer until they caught her by some high plants. As soon as they had her cornered they moved in. Both drew hoods down over their faces and the one behind her drew up, grabbing hold of her and placing a blade against her side while his hand covered her mouth easily viewed to show he was a black skinned man.
“Listen carefully Princess, you aren’t going anywhere. You do what we tell you to and you will live. Don’t do what we say and you will feel great pains before we take your life and then go for your family. Nod if you understand.” The man behind her whispered against her ear while the other man came up before her and looked her over lecherously, in his hands he held rope. “Now, put your hands out like a good girl and let him tie them together.”
Both Bran and Marx were erect, Marx standing behind her, his erection was pressed firmly against her ass. Bran standing in front of her did nothing to hide his erection as he spoke, “We’re going on a trip, when we get where we are going your family will be safe unless you do something to piss us off.” Both men were strong, their forms showing their muscle and the countenance the princess would easily be able to see despite the masks was that Bran’s expression was deadly, dangerous and the hold on her would reveal the same with Marx. “Make a sound Princess and you will regret it, understand?” Bran asked as he held the rope at the ready in tanned hands waiting to see whether the princess would behave herself or warrant some rough handling.
Both men hoped she would fight; they would have an excuse to be rough on her, as it was they were under orders not to harm her if it could be helped. Marx rubbed his cock against her ass as he spoke, “Please give me a reason to hurt you baby girl, I like to make sweet things scream with pain or pleasure.”
“Listen carefully Princess, you aren’t going anywhere. You do what we tell you to and you will live. Don’t do what we say and you will feel great pains before we take your life and then go for your family. Nod if you understand.” The man behind her whispered against her ear while the other man came up before her and looked her over lecherously, in his hands he held rope. “Now, put your hands out like a good girl and let him tie them together.”
Both Bran and Marx were erect, Marx standing behind her, his erection was pressed firmly against her ass. Bran standing in front of her did nothing to hide his erection as he spoke, “We’re going on a trip, when we get where we are going your family will be safe unless you do something to piss us off.” Both men were strong, their forms showing their muscle and the countenance the princess would easily be able to see despite the masks was that Bran’s expression was deadly, dangerous and the hold on her would reveal the same with Marx. “Make a sound Princess and you will regret it, understand?” Bran asked as he held the rope at the ready in tanned hands waiting to see whether the princess would behave herself or warrant some rough handling.
Both men hoped she would fight; they would have an excuse to be rough on her, as it was they were under orders not to harm her if it could be helped. Marx rubbed his cock against her ass as he spoke, “Please give me a reason to hurt you baby girl, I like to make sweet things scream with pain or pleasure.”