Amara vs Slavers 6 | rope, rogue, princess | free bondage stories

It took a while for them to finally descend from the mountain. They made a huge detour alongside its base and it took the entire night. To say that they were tired because of that forced detour would be an understatement.

“I can’t believe y’all. That slut's dead! Why doin' all this? You wanna fuck her corpse or somethin'? These're fuckin' heavy, ya know?!"

From a distance, anyone would think that they were a group of adventurers. The one who yelled and cursed was clearly a warrior, who was very confident in his strength. A huge, muscled body, wearing a splint mail. A great sword resting on his right shoulder and heavy bags and equipment strapped on his left.

He was pissed. For several reasons. He couldn’t prevent their captured slave from falling off a cliff and now he had to take care of their remaining horse and all the equipment they managed to retrieve as some sort of punishment. Some were on the horse, but everything that was too heavy for the animal was carried by him.

“Because ‘that slut’, might be alive. If we manage to sell her, we'll fetch some good money. We'll feast like kings and rest like lazy-ass nobles for a long time.”

The one that responded back was the rogue. Nibble and agile. His dexterity helped him walk and traverse the rocky path without any issues. Different from his other companions. He was wearing a worn-out leather breastplate and shoulder protectors. Although, he seemed on edge the way he was speaking.

“I hate to admit, but I agree with our all-muscle friend here. If we go straight to the city we can cut our losses. If she's dead or not, it doesn't matter, that woman's body belongs to us now. We have her prints. Let's register her, sell the one we still have and not waste any more time here. We can make it by tomorrow if we leave now.”

The mage of the trio made his point across. He would be always strive for a precise and calculative mindset. Even his attire described much about his personality. An old but well cared black robe, which to the inattentive eye would seem like a normal piece of cloth but it gave an aura of magic enhancement to it. On his left hand he had a long raw oak wooden staff, the upper part resembling a twisted twig. A fine magic catalyst for those who pursue arcane arts. He would always be prepared for an eventuality.

"The chances of her being alive are minimum. If she's alive and well, she would eventually be brought back to us by officers or mercenaries hired to hunt stray slaves."

“Listen da man, mate! Besides, we hav' a catch right here.”

After saying that, a loud smack was heard and echoed over the mountain. A harsh slap made by the warrior over a petite bum that was near him. A girl, wearing peasants clothes, tied with rope, arms behind her back, rope on her wrists and elbows forcing them painfully together. Her legs were also tied on her ankles and a rope linking them to her wrists. She was hogtied and put over a horse like some luggage. More rope was on her hips, legs and neck, tying her to the horse’s body so she wouldn’t fall off, nor escape. The only reason she didn’t scream as loud as possible was because of the leather gag, and the piece of cloth, ripped from her own clothes, in her mouth. She couldn’t scream, speak, not even mumble something for help. She could only take the pain, the abuse and cry.

“Are you stupid? Don't damage the product!! Remember last time, idiot! And stop making so much noise.”

The warrior just laughed at the reprimand like it was funny for him. He preferred to grope and squeeze the girl's butt in the meantime. He just stopped because the baggage was heavy and because he had to carry it with the same hand he was touching the girl. It wasn't as enjoyable as he wanted.

The ‘product’ was the other girl they also captured two days ago. A farmer. And 'last time', as the rogue mentioned, was a previous slave they captured not too long ago and the warrior had his way with the girl. He let his lust loose on the defenseless girl at the time and he went as rough as twisted desire. Just like he enjoyed. After that, they weren’t able to sell the slave at a full price, as was their plan. But the brute warrior didn’t care. That’s why both of them usually wouldn’t have him near any of their new slaves. His strength was a useful tool but his mentality wasn't appropriate for such a job.

The mage just sighed in disdain. They lost their wagon because of the crumbling rocks but managed to retrieve one of their horses and some of their things. Also, a small white armor, sword and shield as well. Although those equipment seemed to be custom made, they could probably sell the items for a good price at the black market. Besides, they could use the weapons.

The rogue claimed the sword and shield for himself, resting the sword on his belt-hip and the shield on his left arm. It contrasted with his own attire and equipment but he did not care. He couldn't appraise those items properly but they seemed expensive. If he sold them he would have to split the money but using them he could keep for himself. The latter was more favorable.

The rogue kept on explaining. As usual, they had a debt that they absolutely had to pay it. But it wasn't something abnormal for them. They would ask for money from a loan shark they knew and pay with the money they got from selling slaves.

"Still don't know why not sell this bitch here at the black market. We can fetch more money."

"Because this way is just safer. Don't worry about it and leave the thinking to me."

Said the mage with a condescending tone. Which made the warrior do an annoyed 'tsk' from his mouth. Although, what both the mage and the warrior said had their perks. Any transactions made at the black market could turn quite profitable. But, as they say, it was a high risk high results form of business. The pay was good but selling slaves was something they did frequently. At the black market they wouldn't have any guarantees that they would receive their money or if they would get caught eventually. Having a notary at their pockets and a way to turn nonconsensual slaves into official ones had its risks but compared to the alternative, they were minimum.

“Still, we don't know if that girl is alive. I also believe this is a huge waste of time and energy.”

"Right?!"

They weren't friends. Not at all. But the warrior and mage's motives and objectives aligned. In that they could trust. Both wanted the same thing. Money gained without much complications.

The mage wanted money to increase his magical powers and spells. Gather magic scrolls, buy more spell books and improve his own abilities. He didn't care if he had to step over other human beings to achieve his goals.

The warrior was a man of simple things. Money helped him live, eat, have sex, and sleep without anyone bothering him in all of those things. Shallow in his own desires but he was totally fine with that. Fighting was second nature for him so he didn't need money to help him with that. He never had lost in a brawl before. At least, until he met that girl in white armor. Remembering that made him angry. A girl who seemed weaker than him and he got knocked out completely. When he woke up, what he wanted to do was crush her head with his heels. The other two stopped him. But knowing that they enslaved and that now she was dead changed his mood completely.

If I see yar body, bitch... it'll make my day.

The reality was, there was a huge chance that the girl was dead. The fall was high and there wasn't anything nor anyone to help her in the forest. If she was alive, she would be severely hurt and probably die from bleeding. The contrary was unthinkable for the mage and the warrior. But the rogue didn't believe it was the case.

"Just... shut it. She's alive and we'll find her, sell her and take it easy for a while.

He seemed desperate. Wanting the impossible like it was his last string of hope.

"Why?

"Hah?"

The mage stopped walking and coldly asked the rogue. He was suspicious of his partner. No sane person would force a group without proper equipment to climb down a mountain with an already captured slave, one single horse and gathered items after a rock sliding to search for a single slave, be it dead or alive, at a dense forest. No matter how much they would gain by selling her.

"We could easily find another slave in a few days. Why do you want that girl to be alive? I won't ask a third time."

The rogue froze in place, because his partner made a good point. For them, finding more slaves to sell woldn't take long. A job for a few days and that was it.

On his mind ran several things he could tell the other two. Fooling the warrior wasn't a problem. The mage, however, was a complete different story. He was smarter and would see his lie. A cold sweat ran on his face.

“Li… listen, man. We… we just need that gal alive, okay? If we have her, our problems will go ‘poof’. Just like that!

“What problems? What did ya do?”

The warrior swiftly grabbed the rogue by his shirt collar. He was just listening to the conversation between the other two but as soon as the rogue did not answer promptly hi got angry. And that evasive answer the rogue was giving did not help at all.

The warrior didn't even care for all the things he was carrying. He dropped them nonchalantly and went for the rogue's neck.

"WHAT. DID. YA. DO!"

It went so fast and the rogue had other things in his mind that he didn’t expect it to happen. Otherwise he could have dodged the grab. The shorter man was lifted in the air and left hanging. The big man had a murderous intent on his eyes and barking his question at the rogue unceremoniously. The mage though, he just stared coldly at the short man. A stare that showed that he didn’t like what he was hearing.

"Gah..aagrh."

The rogue couldn't answer nor breath. The grasp on his neck was too strong. He was holding the arm like his life was depending on it. And it was. If he released his grip, his neck would probably break.

The mage sighed. He had an idea but he didn't want to acknowledge because it was stupid. Something so idiotic for his standards that saying it out loud was painful. The three of them had been working for a while and knew a bit of each other. At least what interested them. And they knew about the rogue's wants as well. More like an obsession. He gritted his teeth as he spoke each word.

“You gambled more money and now it’s all in our tab.”

The warrior heard that. He knew that the now very scared man held by his strong hands had a gambling addiction. And he lost a lot of money. Probably to people way worst then them. He held the rogue's neck with even more force.

“*Gag* *Ghar* C… can’t... b....breathe!”

The rogue’s face was turning blue. The grip was so tight around his neck because of the warrior that one of two things would happen. His neck would snap like a dry twig or he would suffocate from the lack of oxygen. The answer to that would happen in a few seconds. The mage tapped the warrior’s arm with his wooden staff. The large man just grumbled, as if saying that anyone that interrupted him would receive the same treatment.

“Put him down. We need him.”

The man was fuming with hatred. If he held the rogue just a few more seconds his anger would be satiated quickly. But he knew the mage had a point. They needed a tracker and the only person capable of that was the man he was about to murder. He then released his grip and the man fell on the ground, like a dropped sack of potatoes, shaky and having trouble breathing. But he would live.

“T…thanks, man! *Cough* I own y…”

"Selling that girl will be enough to pay the debt?"

The mage didn't wait for the rogue to finish what he was about to say. He went straight to the point. He did not enjoyed excuses. And the shaky man in front of him was making everything more difficult. He had a few spells that he wanted to test on the rogue's body right now. The difference between him and the warrior on that was that he had more self-control. But his patient was running thin at this point.

"I... I don't know.*cough" Auctioning her... maybe. No. *cough* I'm sure it's enough!"

A slave with Amara's features could catch the eyes of more than one noble. An auction would raise the price exponentially depending on who was bidding.

“If we don’t find that girl, I will not stop my friend here from killing you. And I’ll make sure that no one will find your ashes. No amount of healing will bring you back. Do you understand?”

The rogue gulped. He was in trouble. Serious trouble. The murderous intentions from the other two were affecting him badly. Escaping wasn't possible. He would be chased down like a pig. If not by his companions, the people he owns money to. The only thing that would save him now would be finding that blonde slave girl. And fast.

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Amara wanted to stretch her arms. She really wanted some slack on her restraints so she could relax, even if a little bit. But it was impossible. Although, Nadia untied the ropes on her legs and let her walk around the camp before she went to pack up everything. That was some degree of freedom and Amara embraced it as much as possible. But she felt guilty for not being able to help tidy up the camp though.

“Sorry that I can’t help at all.”

Nadia looked surprised at the girl for a moment and then just giggled at the restrained girl. Apologizing for something like that was weird, she thought. But she came to understand that that was exactly the kind of woman Amara was.

“Why are you apologizing, princess? It’s not like you can help like that. Besides, I’ve been doing this for a long time. I’m used to it.”

After a few minutes, Nadia finished putting everything in her backpack. Amara still couldn’t understand how so many items could be crammed inside that leather haversack. It was clearly not big enough. Nadia just tapped her hands, cleaning the dirt from them and grabbed her things.

“All set! Come here, princess! I need to prepare you.”

Amara, who stood near a tree and watched Nadia doing all chores, went to her. That commanding tone didn’t pass unnoticed. But she thought that she was getting used to it. Her face flushed because of that.

Am I getting more submissive toward Nadia? Seriously… what’s wrong with me?

It was a situation completely alien to her. Amara has always been very assertive with people and herself. Even her father, which she couldn't come into terms with several subjects regarding their way of life, but had always showed him great respect, she didn’t act like that. It only happened with one person. And this person, she met yesterday, called her by a childish nickname and treated her like an owned possession. And she got used to it. She felt cared. Even respected in some sort of twisted way.

“Yes, Mis........."

She immediately stopped speaking.

W... what was I about to say??

Amara suppressed her thoughts. The entire situation was becoming weird and awkward to her. But it was also becoming natural. That was scaring her. She answered again, pretending that what she almost said never happened and that Nadia didn't hear her.

"W… what is it? What do you mean with ‘prepare me’?”

Nadia smirked. It was one of those expressions when someone really wanted to do something inappropriate and was about to do it either way. Similar to when she scared Amara earlier. She had in her hand a couple of coiled ropes. Amara saw those and already imagined what it was about. But she couldn’t understand the purpose.

“You’re… going to tie me again?? Why?!”

Nadia chuckled with Amara's surprised question. But she had an explanation for that. She put one coiled rope around her own neck, letting it hang there and out of the way as she extended the other, folding it in the middle.

“You’re missing something, princess. You know what it is. I have to put it back.”

Amara took a step back as soon as she heard what Nadia said to her. What was missing from her was…

“Y… you mean… T… that rope on my…”

The answer to Amara was a simple nod from Nadia. The crotch rope that was untied yesterday. The same the slavers put on her and caused so much trouble to her.

“No…no, no, no! I don’t want it! I even got hurt because of that! And you…”

Amara’s face was completely red. It immediately made her remember last night. And how she got ‘treated’ for her injury by Nadia. Nadia just chuckled again.

“Don’t worry, princess. I promise I won’t hurt you.

She knew Nadia wouldn’t do something to hurt her on purpose. She trusted her and wished the feeling was mutual. But, to have that rope back on her most sensitive part of her body…

“…it’s embarrassing…”

Nadia got closer, caringly put her right hand behind Amara’s head and looking directly into her eyes. A serious expression on her face. The girl stared at Nadia awkwardly and blushing.

“Sorry, princess. But it’s best if I tie this on you. If we find those guys and show them that I kept you almost in the same condition as they left you, it might help with negotiations. It would be perfect if we could resolve things without conflict.”

Amara lowered her head and sighed. She couldn’t win an argument against Nadia. And had to agree with her. Anything that could give them some sort of advantage had to be done. Even if it was embarrassing and uncomfortable. She nodded her head. And received a pet on her head.

“Good girl! I’ll tie it differently though. I promise it will be way more comfortable.”

Nadia lifted Amara's dress, exposing her panties, much to her increasing embarrassment. She then placed the rope’s bight near Amara’s navel and wrapped the loose ends underneath Amara’s crotch, between her legs. There she made a simple knot and continued to wrap each end of rope around her waist and slid both ends back in the rope’s bight at front. She then pulled it snuggly, which made Amara moan.

"Aaaah!"

That cute moan hasn't escaped Nadia's ears. She was biting her lips, controlling herself not to play with her helpless slave-girl. She just tugged the rope on Amara's crotch a couple of times, hearing that similar moan from the girl's mouth each time. She decided to stop as the girl was looking at her with pleading, glassy eyes.

"*chuckles* It's not my fault, princess. Your voice is so cute."

Nadia couldn't help it. She was enjoying herself. Teasing the girl was a pleasure she never thought it would be so delightful. But it did. And she loved it. She loved touching Amara's body. If she had a chance, she would do it forever.

"S... stop messing around... This is... awkward."

She just giggled and nodded her head. Not sorry at all for teasing the girl. She wrapped the loose rope ends around Amara’s waist once again and tied it off with a complex knot that Amara couldn’t distinguish since it was behind her. Finished, Nadia inspected her work and felt satisfied with it. She let go of Amara's dress and covered her.

"All done, princess! How does it feel?"

Amara moved around and tested how the new crotch rope felt on her. It was over her panties but under her dress this time. But it felt very comfortable. It was still embarrassing having that on her but it was much more bearable than she thought.

"It's... not bad. Actually, it's not tight and … it doesn't prickle like the other one."

Nadia smiled pleased. She watched Amara a she tested the rope. It was a strange vision to see the blushing girl walking and turning, feeling her new restraints. Nadia wished time could stop so she could look at her all day. She shook her head, as if breaking her out of trance.

"I would feel bad if it was uncomfortable. I would never tie you so crudely like those idiots. And I made and treated that rope."

To be able to make something like rope on her own without help or any advanced tools, Amara thought it was impressive.

"But why would you want to make rope? Wouldn't it be easier to buy some?"

Even if it was cheaper to produce your own materials, rope was inexpensive. Buying the quantity you needed for traveling would be way more practical than making them when necessary.

"True. But I don't like what's sold at the market. And mine are much better on a girl's skin. Don't you think, princess?"

At that question, Amara just frowned at Nadia. If she understood right, the reason for making the ropes were to use for tying up girls.

"You... Just how many girls have you tied up??"

Nadia froze with that sudden question but then she smirked teasingly. She looked at Amara right in the eye.

"W... why are you looking at me?"

"Princess... are you jealous?"

Amara gasped and her face was totally red. Nadia was too close as asked that to her. Jealousy wasn't what she was feeling (maybe). She thought it was outrageous for someone to go to such lengths just to tie someone up. Like it was some hobby. Amara turned her head away embarrassed.

"D... don't be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of that?"

Nadia giggled at the girl's cute reaction, which annoyed Amara.

"A... anyway, if we're done here we should leave already."

At that moment, trying to walk away and keep a bit of distance from Nadia, Amara made a bigger step forward than the previous ones she was doing. As she did that, she felt a strong rubbing sensation on her most sensitive part. Her legs lost strength immediately. Nadia ran and held a blushing Amara before she fell on the ground.

"You can't walk too fast, princess. Or... that might happen."

Nadia had to do it. She placed a knot on Amara's crotch rope at a very appropriate spot. The crotch rope wouldn't hurt her at all. But, given time, Amara would be feeling the constant rubbing and it would increase her sensitiveness. Nadia licked her lips just thinking about it.

"Aah... Aah... Why... why did you put a knot... t... t... THERE???"

"Because it looks sexy. You look sexy, princess."

Amara, who was still on Nadia's arms, was blushing, but not like before. That was a compliment that she never thought she would hear.

S... sexy? Me??

It was vulgar for Amara. But at the same time, it didn't feel vulgar being called that by Nadia. She knew Nadia was just playing with her body at every single moment that she was able to. She was embarrassed but also her heart was beating fast.

"P... please, stop playing so much."

Nadia just giggled. She found every reaction that came from Amara too cute to leave it be. But she felt that she teased the girl way too much at this point and nodded to Amara's pleas. She helped her stand up and without saying, motioned her to stay still, which Amara did.

"We're almost done. Only one thing left."

The rope that was resting on Nadia's neck, she took it and, similar to the other one she used to tie Amara's crotch rope, she folded it in two. She passed the bight in the O-ring in front of Amara's metal collar and then the loose ends over the metal ring and inside the bight. She pulled it until the rope was tight enough that it wouldn't unfold itself, making a cow hitch knot. The loose ends were now coiled on Nadia's right wrist. She made a leash of about 1,5m linking her wrist to Amara's collar.

"There we go. Princess, now we're ready to go."

Amara looked at the leash and Nadia holding it and a feeling of sadness came to her. It was something small but made her feel like she was becoming less than a person. She imagined if that was what every other slave realized after it happened to them. Leashed like an animal, helpless and stripped from every right they once had.

"I'm... really a slave now..."

Nadia saw the sadness in the girl's eyes. She couldn't stand seeing her like that. She approached Amara and caressed her face. She looked at her caringly. But Amara just stared down at the ground, sorrow in her eyes.

"Princess... Slave or not, you are yourself. Nothing that happens will change that."

Amara understood what Nadia was saying. She understood but at the same time it brought pain to her heart.

"Until we sort things out, I'll take care of you. I promised you, didn't I?"

She then looked up, seeing Nadia's serious expression as she said that. There was a hint of embarrassment on her face. A pink flush on her skin that remind Amara the color of almonds. And she thought it was very beautiful. She couldn't help but smile and nod to her encouragement words.

"Yes... yes, you're right Nadia. Sorry. And thank you!"

Seeing a smile back on Amara's face brought one to her own as well. It was a promise that she would do anything to keep it. It was a feeling that Nadia never felt for anyone.

I'll bring some peace of mind to you, princess. One way or another.

Finally finishing things up, Nadia motioned for the both of them to start their journey out of the woods. Amara followed close so the leash wouldn't tug. They exited the camp area where they met and walked toward their next destination. Prev Next