Brenna The Cunning
Brenna, a free spirited Celtic wanderer, has ended up in Roman prison with her friends Abby and Cor. The three want to escape, and Brenna quickly learns that she must use all of her perverted and sexual wiles -- especially when the Roman commander traps her into a weird game of wills that requires both of them naked. This short story contains graphic scenes of explicit sex. Adult readers only. More
The prison guard’s strong, muscular legs gave her an idea. Behind the makeshift wooden bars, Brenna watched the Roman guard suck on his wine skin. Stopping briefly, he belched casually and then sneered at her. Then, he went back to drinking. Brenna clasped her hands around the wooden bars, rethinking her plan. She’d already tried grabbing for his short sword, twice. Plus, she nearly had lost a hand already, trying to pick the keys off his belt. So, she had options left, except for the extremely drastic course of action she was beginning to formulate. She glanced again at the guard’s strong, muscular legs, but doubts formed. She had already tried an array of sexy glances, but the Roman seemed only interested in sucking down more and more wine. Perhaps, at this rate, he would just get drunk and pass out? Brenna didn’t hope on it she slunk back to the wall, where her friends Abby and Cor sat.
“Any luck?” Abby stared at the bars.
“No, but want to try something desperate?” Brenna kept her voice to a whisper.
“We have to get out of here,” Cor said. He glanced at the guard. “The village…”
“I know,” Brenna said.
Cor grit his teeth. “Our people will…”
“I know,” Brenna glared at him. “You don’t have to remind me every five minutes. But, I do have an idea.”
“Well, tell us, because if we don’t get out of here, the Romans will…”
“I KNOW! SHUT UP, ALREADY!”
The guard stopped drinking for a moment, glaring
Abby turned to Cor. “Will you let her talk?”
Cor fumed silently at the flagstones.
The all waited for the guard to return his attention onto his wine skin.
“All right,” Brenna said. “This is a long shot, and if it doesn’t work, at least we can say we enjoyed ourselves while trying.” She smiled at Abby, specifically at the large round curves her breasts made in her green tunic. She pulled up the fabric, exposing Abby’s leg up to the knee. Brenna cupped Abby’s calf in her hand. “The Romans are nothing but pervs. Why don’t we put on a little show for them?”
Cor frowned. “How is that going to save our people from…”
Brenna turned and slapped him, hard. “Shut. Up.” She hissed through grit teeth. “You, my stupid friend, will grab the key from the guard’s belt, while he’s distracted.”