Taken as Tribute (closed for TheAntiRebel)

[wideeyedone]

Caenna had awakened to screams. The air was filled with acrid smoke. Her bare feet were cold on the stone floor. Strong hands were on her, pulling her to her feet.

"Milady, the walls are breached. We didn't see them coming." It took her a moment for her to recognize Aris, her father's personal guard. He hefted her against his chest. "Your father has ordered a retreat." His voice was grim. How could they have let her sleep through this, like a child? Her heart thundered in her chest. As they made their way out doors she could hear women screaming. She choked on the smoke. She looked out on the water. Her people were merchants, carrying the finest supplies across the seas, and now the ships were burning. These marauders had already destroyed everything.

She saw bodies in the sand. Her father's fallen fighting men littered the ground. She could hear women screaming. She wanted to cover her ears but she could not. These were her people. Her father was a good and gentle king. His heart would be broken.

She was lost in her mourning for a moment and then she heard a sickening thud. A gurgle cut through Aris's throat. He tumbled to the ground, taking her with him. She hit the ground hard, her breath knocked from her. She clawed at the dirt, trying to get out from under the valiant dying guard. His lifeblood coated her gossamer nightdress. When she found her breath, she screamed.

Her screams were only met by laughter.
"Here is the little princess. King Riccus is dead, the crown prince is missing, but we have the lovely little princess." She knew these men were the attackers. A group of them stood before her. There blades were bloodstained, their armor looked fierce and battered.

She wanted to give a brave speech. She wanted to tell them that she would prevail. But she couldn't. Her words were strangled in her throat. One of them grabbed her even as she tried to crawl away.

"Don't let anyone touch her. Bind her. This one is tribute." The next few moments were filled with terror. She was bound with rough hewn rope. One of them tossed her over his shoulder. Her eyes were covered with rough, smelly fabric. She did her best not to make a sound. She knew she could not escape and the best way to honor her people was to be brave.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Barton sighed as he carefully surveyed the savaged land has he rode on horseback. He was accompnied by three men, also on horseback. He was a marauder, a barbarian, a savage, a raider - whatever you wanted to call him. Hundreds of years ago, his ancestors had survived by banding together and preying on the weaker. Now, their tribe claimed several hundred members. They lived in tents and moved every few weeks. They used savage, crude armor and weaponry - and their methods matched their weapons.

There were a handful of marauder tribes in this land. While they once had fought with one another, Barton's father - Papa Kinlo - had neogiated peace and now they all had sworn off fighting each other in favor of raiding the more prosperatus cities. Unlike most of his tribe, who could barely form complete sentences - not to mention read, Barton had been educated by captured tutors and others of the captured slaves. Papa Kinlo's contemperaries had wondered why be bothered educating his son in the arts and sciences, but it had left Barton with a more refined sense of honor and valor. Depsite that, he still was the 'crown prince' (not that they used such a term) of one of the bigger bands of marauders in the land.

The Red Hawks - another and particularly savage band of marauders had declared a de facto war on the land of King Riccus. They had taken the capital, and now, they had summoned Barton. Barton now rode with his men, to the former castle of Riccus. The Red Hawks had made quite a mark on the land, burning, killing, raping whatever they could. Nothing unusual, really.

Barton and his men arrived at the castle, their horses hoofs clacking under the stone roads. Barton climbed off his saddle and pointed to one of his men. "You, with me. You two, stay here," he said, taking one bodyguard into the castle.

He was met by Brutor, one of the Red Hawk's lieutenants. "Ah, Barton. How are ya?" Brutor said, holding a bottle of fine win.

"Good, Brutor. Looks like you and your boys were busy," Barton said, casually, looking around the castle walls as they were covered in blood - dead bodies about.

"Aye, we were." Brutor said taking another swig from the bottle. That wine was probably the most expensive in Riccus' collection. "We got a present for ya. Tribute, for you. Bring 'er out!" he hollered into another room. "We caught her last night. The royal guard was trying to sneak her out of the castle."

Another Red Hawk grunt came out, carrying a woman over his shoulder. She was tied up, and a hood over her face. She seemed to be in rather expensive nightwear. "She's the princess! A lovely little princess. For the prince of our best friends," Brutor said with a grin, before slapping the Princess' rear end crudely. "You can take her home, we wrapped her up for you."

A few of the men around laughed. Barton grinned and approached her. "This is a rather.. interesting gift," he said. He grabbed the hood and pulled it off her head, she was rather striking. Barton smiled initally, then frowned, before putting the hood back on her head. "What do you suppose I do with her?" Barton asked, looking back to Brutor, who had finished the bottle.

"Aye, take her home, give her your babies, whatever you want. She ain't been touched by any of my men. I'd cut off their dicks if they had," Brutor said.

"Very well, I shall take her home. Thank you, for the gift, Brutor." Barton said, nodding to his bodyguard - who took the woman from the Red Hawk. "Put her on my horse." he commanded, and his man shuffled out of the castle.

"We still ain't found the crown prince. But the King is dead. Their land is ours for the taking. Ask your papa if he wants to take some of the other big cities with us," Brutor asked.

"I will, thank you, Brutor." Barton said.

Once outside the castle, Barton saw the woman hog-tied and placed on the back of his horse. His men were standing around her, giggling to themselves.

"Very well, we're done here, boys." Barton said. He put a hand on the woman's back, "I don't suppose you're ready for a little trip, my lady?" Barton asked the princess, honestly. His three men, however, seemed to think he was joking - and they let out a hearty laugh.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna couldn't hold her silence as the men manhandled her and bound tightly. She whimpered and gasped. The damned hood was back over her face. She felt her tears wet the fabric. And then the blowhard asked if she was ready for a journey, as if she had any saw. The other men laughed. No man from the city of Proterra would ever behave such as this. These men were savage.

"I will never be ready to go where you are taking me." She spat out against the hood but her protest was lost in the laughter of the men. Caenna did her best to brace herself for the journey. Soon, she lost track of how long she had been jostled, of how long she had heard the thundering hoofbeats of warshorses. She was cold and sore and tired and she allowed the rythmic motion of the horse to lull her to sleep. It wasn't a deep or restfull sleep but it allowed her to stop thinking of what would happen to her. And then, she was awakened when her backside hit the ground with a thud. It took her a moment to remember what had happened, to deciper where she was. She still wore the hood and there were no remnants of light. It was colder now, but she could hear and smell a fire. They must be making camp for the night.

"Please...please... could you take off the hood. I won't be any trouble..." She said to the night air, not knowing which of the men had set her on the cold, hard ground.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Barton and his men were a good two days away from the camp. They traveled until night fell, and then got off the road and found a small clearing. They wanted to be off the road to avoid any unwanted attention - or in case any stragglers from King Riccus' army came looking for any marauders they could find.

Being the son of the leader of their gang had it's privledges, one of the horses in their group carried a small tent just for him. The men put their bedrolls out and started a fire, while Barton sacked the woman down the ground and begun setting up the tent. "Please...please... could you take off the hood. I won't be any trouble..." a soft voice suddenly pleaded from behind Barton's back.

Barton turned back to the woman and sighed, "Just a moment," he said, as he finished setting up the tent. He headed back to the woman and jerked the old cloth hood of off her head. "There, that's better," he said, before tossing the hood back on the ground.

Barton russled through his sack which ung from the horse and turned back to the woman. "We still have another day to go before we reach the main camp. We'll have proper clothes for a woman there," he said, nodding to the princess in her nightgown. "Well, more proper than your night attire," he said. He pulled a small canteen filled with ale out of his sack, along with a handful of beef jerky. He headed back and sat by the woman. "You must be hungry," he said, taking a bite of a piece of the jerky and offering a bit up to her mouth.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna was relieved when Barton tugged the hood off. It took a moment for her eyes adjusted to the low light. She was still shivering. Her hard nipples pressed against the thin fabric of her nightdress. Then she was surprised when he offered her a bite to eat. She was hungry and tried to delicately take the peice of proffered jerky. She chewed and swallowed. She managed to choke down the dry meat. Barton loomed over her, she looked up at him. He seemed annoyed with her presence. Perhaps he would let her go.


"Thank you." Her voice was calm, but she was so cold there was a quaver to her voice. She watched the men make camp. The other men with Barton kept looking at her. They looked at her in a way men had never looked at her before. They looked hungry. She felt their eyes lingering on her breasts and her legs.

Her mind was racing. What was going to happen to her? Was her brother even alive? Would he be able to rescue to her? "My name is Caenna. My brother is going to want me back? What is going to happen to me?" She tried to sound as if she wasn't afraid. She wished her arms weren't bound so that she could warm herself.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Barton sat next to the woman and took a swig of the ale from the canteen before offering a sip to the Princess. "I am Barton, son of Papa Kinlo, chief of the Black Viper tribe," he said. "We aren't the marauders who attacked your castle, though. They were friends. They gave you to me as a gift, you're mine now." Barton explained, begrudgingly. He chewed another piece of the jerkey and looked up at the stars.

"Your brother may search for you, yes, but they won't find you. And even if they do, they'll go after the Red Hawks first. Even if they manage to track down every Red Hawk camp and then are throughly satsified that you aren't there and not dead and gone, there are a few other tribes of marauders - not just us. By then, we'd hear about the Army of Riccus searching for marauder camps and we'd be on the move. The odds of them finding you are slim to none, I'd guess," Barton said nonchalantly, with little emtion as he gazed up at the stars, before biting off another piece of jerky.

"As for what I'll do with you-" he sighed. "I don't know. Would you like some more?" he said, offering her some more jerky and ale. "You'll sleep in my tent tonight, with me," he said in a deep tone. "To make sure that no errand cocks find their way between your legs by accident," Barton said sternly, shooting a look to his three bodyguards - who were gobbling down their own jerky and ale. They chuckled like dirty schoolboys at the thought.

"Now, time for bed," he said, finishing the ale and jerky and closing the canteen. "We have an early morning tomorrow, boys. We ride at sun up." The three men groaned and nodded. They rolled over and laid on their bedrolls and lightly chatted amongst themselves. Barton grabbed a thick fur blanket from his pack and threw it over his shoulder before grabbing Caenna in both arms and carrying her into the tent.

He gently laid her on the ground and laid the fur blanket over her. "Don't worry, Princess. I have no intent of deflowering you tonight," the savage said as he playfully tucked her into the blanket. Though I wouldn't mind a good fuck, he thought to himself silently. Barton then turned and laid down on the other end of the tent - putting a good person's width between him and Caenna. "Good night, Caenna," Barton said coldly. He watched the flickering of the camp fire through the thin canvas of the tent before slowly dosing off to bed.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna did her best not to react as he explained her fate. What sort of barbarians were they? He described bands of men and being on the move. Did they have not cities, no strongholds? Had her father's beautiful kingdom city fallen to men such as these.

She was embarassed but relieved when he told her that he had no intention of taking her this night. He gave her a fur which was a relief from the bitter cold and her lack of clothing. She listened to his breathing. It didn't take long before he was asleep. She listened to his breath and the sounds of snoring from outside the tent. She was bound, but she could move a little.

Silently, she tested her bonds. But she had been tied expertly. Very carefully, she got to her feet. Perhaps, she thought, if she could get out of camp she could find someone to take her back to her people. Her bare feet were silent as she tried to sneak out of the tent. The cold night air almost took her breath away as she shuffled out of the opening. The fire was dying and Barton's men were sound asleep. She bit her lip and began to sneak forward. She had only taken a few movements when she felt fingers around her ankle.

A strong hand yanked her ankle hard and she tumbled to the ground. Bound she had no way to catch herself. She didn't mean to but she screamed in surprise as she fell and then whimpered in pain when her face hit the ground. There was a cacophany of male voices around her. THe man who had grabbed her was laughing and the men that had been awakened were shouting.

She heard muttered curses from inside the tent. She hoped she hadn't made her captor angry. She knew as she lay on her face in the dirt that it had been a very foolish thing to try.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

Barton was woken by the shrill cry of a female voice. As he eyes opened, his first insicnt was to glance over at Caenna - but she was gone. "Maker be damned!" Barton shouted, climbing to his feet clumsly in the dark. He stormed out of the tent and saw his three men were standing around her. She had made it just a few yards away from the campsite. One of the men start dragging her back towards the campsite, letting her face drag on the ground.

"Lookie what I found, boss! I think I get to have a go with her now for this," the bodyguard holding her, said.

"Put her down, damnit," Barton commanded, and the man let Caenna's ankle fall to the ground. Barton reached down and hoisted the princess up in his arms. "Back to sleep, all of you," he commanded - and the three men grovled and shuffled back to their bedrolls. Barton stormed back inside the tent and roughly dropped the princess back on the ground.

"I have no patence for this," he said. "I'll behead you and leave you here if you'd rather have it that way." He grabbed her chin with one big calloused hand and positioned her face into the light. The campfire light was already dim through the canvas of the tent, but Barton still got a good look at her face. Despite being dragged through the dirt, she seemed to be mostly okay. "You're lucky they didn't hurt you worse," he said, sternly.

Barton licked his index finger and middle finger and used them to softly rub the dirt away from the princess' face. It didn't work as well as he had hoped. "Now, sleep." he commanded, throwing the fur blanket back over her. He had half a mind to let her freeze in the night. "Don't try that again," he said, before rolling over back to his side of the tent and closing his eyes once again.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna had never felt so foolish in all of her life. She could hear the men chuckling outside the tent and she could feel the annoyance and anger radiating from Barton as he tried to get comfortable on his side of the tent.

She ordered herself not to cry. He didn't hurt her and he was actually pretty gentle when he tried to clean her face. He had given her a fur. He could have left her with his men. Inside the tent was her best option at this point.

Caenna took slow deep breaths and whispered her prayers to the maker. She prayed for the soul of her father and the safety of her brother. She prayed for her people. And she prayed for herself. She even said a prayer of thanks that Barton had saved her from the barbarian that had grabbed her. She found herself drifting off to sleep.

In the morning, she awakened snuggled beneath the furs. She was warmand comfortable. But then she heard the voices outside of the tent. They were talking about traveling to the outpost. The men seemed to be eating breakfast.

"Would you please untie me, I promise, I won't try to run. I learned my lesson. I know how to ride. I won't be any trouble." She hoped that Barton's merciful streak was still going.

 

[TheAntiRebel]

When Barton woke in the morning, Caenna was still sleeping. He quietly left the tent and briefly chatted with his men. One of them had brought a wild ostrich egg, which they begun cooking for the party. Barton broke out his canteen, which still had a few drinks worth of ale. He took a sip and chatted with his men about the route back to the main camp. They would travel by road for a few more hours, before ducking off, traveling through some heavy woodland for a short jaunt, then they'd travel along a small river before arriving at the camp.

When his men had finished scrambling the big egg and passing around the old pan and fork, Barton ducked back into his tent and saw the stunning princess was awake. "Good morning," he said softly.

"Would you please untie me, I promise, I won't try to run. I learned my lesson. I know how to ride. I won't be any trouble," she pleaded. Barton studied her carefully, squinting his eyes at her.

"Very well," he said, drawing a long, curved, 6-inch blade from his pocket. With two quick motions, he cut the rope binding her hands and feet. "One of my bodyguards is a skilled archer. Try anything, and we'll put an arrow in the back of your head," he warned Caenna. Barton still didn't know what to do with her, or why he wanted her. Lately he had been giving more thought to finding a woman and having children - but all that was so time consuming.

"My men made breakfast," he said, leading the princess out of the tent. Once they were outside, one of the men offered the princess the old pan and the shared fork. The scrambled ostrich egg had been half eaten and they all had been taking turns eating with the same fork out of the pan. The man grinned and offered the food to the princess, geninuely.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna was flooded with relief when Barton untied her. She rubbed her wrists and followed him from the tent. His men were talking genially and sharing food. One of them offered her the pan. The half eaten congealed egg and the greasy utensil did not look appetizing, but Caenna did not want to appear ungracious. As daintily as she could she took a few bites of the egg and then passed the pan on to Barton.

"If we are still encamped tomorrow, I could cook something." She offered shyly. As the others ate, she did her best to smooth her hair and dress. She wrapped her bare feet in the skirts of her dress.

After the men had finished their food, they quickly broke camp. Caenna was impressed with how efficiently they packed up. Barton mounted his horse and offered her a hand up. She sat astride the horse behind him. She wrapped her arms around her barrel chest. She did her best to keep her body separate her body from him. But as the war horses thundered over the ground she began to rest her body against his strong back.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton simply ignored her offer to cook food the following day. There was no way in hell he’d permit that. Between wastefulness or the propensity for poisoning, he wasn’t going to permit that risk. The girl had seemed honest but his guard was high considering she had just been plucked from her home. The brief moment he let down his guard was only for the skill of his men. Eyes were on her as they traveled not just because she were a woman, but because she was a potential danger.

The second day demanded little for stopping now that they had come so close to the camp. They were still far enough away that they’d have to set up another bivouac almost in a mirror image to the one they’d set up the night before. Guards were given their order for the night and little, uncooked food was handed out among the men. While the food was delivered and the camp set up, Barton made it his business to guard his potential future, the woman. And when his tent was set up and his few pieces of furniture moved inside, he followed, forcing the girl in behind him.

Inside there was his sleeping area, a small desk and a lantern for evening activities along with the fur she’d been given the night before. After a few seconds of looking around the area, ensuring the security of the structure, he turned to her, “You understand now that you can’t escape. You’ve seen the vigilance of my men and I trust you won’t try to escape again for if you shall, I cannot guarantee your safety, nor would you deserve it.” Barton paused momentarily, letting those words sink in before beginning anew, “You understand this?”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna watched Barton as he set up camp. He seemed just as annoyed with her as he was the night before. Then he berated her about not attempting an escape.

"I understand." She offered softly. She wanted to be meek and accepting but she couldn't help herself. "My brother will come looking for me. My people are proud and honorable and he isn't just going to allow you to keep me."

She tried to stand tall and look him in the eye, but his glower frightened her.

"I need to wash up. I need to brush my hair. I need some.... privacy." She stammered. Her hands shook as she spoke. "Please... I won't try to escape. I don't even know where I am, I would be a fool to run away now."

 

[TheGrind]

Barton returned a look at her when she decided she had something to add. While he didn’t interrupt her, neither was he taking what she said seriously. When she ended he answered, “You need? Its clear you don’t understand what you need. You want those things. And just as people in hell want ice water, you’re not getting what you want. In time that may change, but not now. Understand that you’re lucky you’re not being passed around the camp or that you aren’t stuck with that band that had originally taken you.”

He walked across the small distance in the tent to grab the fur she’d been given the night before, tossing it onto his own bed, “As for your bother, I have no concerns. If they do bother searching for you, they’re going to go after the ones that took you and attacked your home. If they ever manage to find us, they’ll be bled white and won’t matter anyway. The best thing for you is to understand that you’re here now. And you belong to me.”

Dimming the light on a lantern sitting on a table he continued, “You should step out of your clothes so you don’t sweat through them in the night. It’ll be cold waking in the morning. But don’t you worry, I’ll keep you warm through the night.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna looked at Barton incredulously. "You can not expect me to disrobe and crawl into your bed? Just give me the fur back. I will sleep on the ground. I will be fine." Her voice was thready as she spoke and her hands were shaking.

Caenna looked to the flap of the tent. Everything in her wanted to run, but she could hear Barton's men sitting around the campfire. She looked up at Barton, he just stared her down.

With trembling fingers, she untied the ribbons at the neck of her nightgown. Her heart pounded as she allowed the white fabric fall to the ground. Underneath the gown, all she was wearing was her chemise. The thin pale fabric clung to her pert breasts and showed the shadow of the dark vee between her legs. She reached back and untied her dark hair, trying to hide behind the deep brown tresses.

She reached down and folded her night gown. She whispered a prayer under her breath. She could hear the men laughing and talking. Surely, this Barton was a better fate than the three of them.

 

[TheGrind]

“I think you misunderstand your place,” he returned to her after her outburst. “If you choose, I could always put those binds around your wrists again leaving you completely incapacitated.” The verbal threat ended when he saw her beginning to relent, at least he believed so.

Once she began attending to herself, seemingly disrobing, and ensuring that she wasn’t about to try anything in spite of what she knew, Barton turned his attention onto himself. First the weapon was removed from his hip, its sheath slung around the post of the small wooden chair. His hands pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a strong muscle-toned body worn well through the years, refined by a lifetime of hard work and war. His pants followed, tossed over his shirt which also laid on the chair. The wind gave a cool bite to his skin but he was prepared for it.

Still unconcerned with the girl, Barton traveled across the tent toward the corner where he retrieved a small bucket of water and a rag. It was cold but he needed to be clean and began washing in front of his captive; the back of his neck, over his shoulders and muscled arms. The sweat scattered once it hit the water with the rag. Another douse and he finished with his chest, legs and groin. When through with the quick rundown he already felt himself drying so he didn’t concern himself with wasting a shirt.

Tossing the rag into the bucket causing it to splash, Barton looked toward his capture, “If you want to wash you’ll have to do it in here. Its been only a short time and I cannot trust you yet. With time you’ll receive privileges but not now. If you don’t want to wash, then finish getting undressed and climb into the bed.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna couldn't help but watch as Barton washed himself, but once he got below his chest, she blushed and turned her head. She bit her lip and waited. She stared at her feet as she listened to the water slosh. She almost jumped out of her skin when he tossed the bucket her way. She primly took the bucket and turned her back to Barton. The light of the lamp made her chemise almost transparent. She slowly slid the cold rag over her legs, carefully washing herself under her chemise. The cold water felt like ice and she felt goosebumps rise on her skin and her nipples hardened against the thin fabric.

She quickly washed and her teeth were chattering. She dragged her fingers through her long hair. She stood with her back to Barton for some time. She didn't want to get into his bed. She didn't want to take off her chemise. But she also knew nothing good could come of her fighting him. At this moment, there was no way to escape and perhaps if she could get him to trust her, then she could run. She took a few deep breaths and then pulled the chemise over her head. Other than her maids, no one had ever seen her completely undressed. She quickly scurried to the bed, her cheeks a flame with embarassment. Her trim body on display for him. Her sleek legs, her smooth taut belly, her full but firm young breasts. She wanted to cover up as quickly as she could.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton kept a keen watch on her as she turned her back to him. By now he knew she had nothing on her if only because there were few places left for her to hide anything too sharp. All he had to be careful of was his own sword but with her lying so close to him through the night, he’d wake with any shuffling. It was the nights out on the road, traveling that made him such a light sleeper.

When she pulled off the chemise she was wearing and saw her scurry to bed, he knew just how ripe she was. Hidden by the shadows he grinned as he doused the nearest flame, his eyes still on the girl, the lump of flesh hidden under the blankets. With soft steps he neared the bed and pulled back the blankets, revealing her full form to him. As he crawled in beside her, he felt the warmth coming from her body as he brought the blankets back up to cover the both of them.

He moved closer to her, destroying the distance between them for the warmth, for her body. His chest against her back where no doubt she could feel his muscled body. His head near hers, his breathing against the nape of her neck. Then he swung the rest of his body behind her, his hips against hers, his nakedness, his cock pressed against her ass and with the initial touch, he thought of taking her that night. He was still unsure whether it’d be that night, the morning or once she’d been delivered to his home. Seemingly he made his decision in that moment, in that darkness as his arm slumped over the side of her body, against her stomach. His hand gently brushed against the soft skin of her stomach before sliding down and toward her pussy.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna held her breath as Barton slid into the blankets beside her. His skin felt hot against her bare skin. She felt him... his sex pressed tightly against her. She gasped as he slung his arm over her. Then his fingers were on her. His hands felt so rough and large sliding over her silken skin.

A small whimper escaped her lips. She wriggled trying to get comfortable. Her backside sidling back and forth against his hardness. She gasped as his strong hand cupped her sex.

"Please..." She whispered. "I haven't ever. I haven't..."

His breath felt so warm on the nape of her neck, his mouth just inches from her skin.

"I don't want them to hear this..." She whispered. "Just tell me what you want me to do, so that I don't do anything wrong. I don't want them to know..." She whispered. She rolled onto her back almost as if she was offering herself to him.

 

[exposed_sub_for_role_play]

As I am carried off I see my servant girls, still wearing their skimpy silks and sexy heels being rounded up by the big thugs that have conquered the castle. The look of terror on their faces. I knew what would happen to them............they would be stripped down to their heels and then paraded through the streets naked by the conquering army. Then, they would be auctioned off to become sex slaves. It would be highly humiliating and degrading for them and there was nothing I could do about this.

I wondered what would become of me. Often, any royalty that is captured is forced to endure even more degrading and humiliating acts.......

 

[TheGrind]

He heard her. Then heard that she was willing. At least, willing enough.

Pulling away from her he moved off the bed, dragging the blankets down toward the foot of the bed. She was completely exposed as he stared at her lying there. For added measure he walked toward the desk, enhancing the light he’d previously dimmed before returning back to the bed.

Beside her once more he felt the chill of the world end when nearing her body. “You want to keep this quiet?” he asked her in the darkness where even the softness of his voice seemed to carry in the night. “That may be a difficult thing.” As he spoke while sitting upright, he leaned his hand over, returning it between her legs, rubbing her gently.

With the guidance of his hand he spread her legs a little, providing some guidance as he spoke, “Spread your legs a little farther apart.” He could almost see her except for the large shadow his body was casting against the canvas of the tent while the flame flickered. Averting his gaze from his hand rubbing her, he was able to see her pert breasts easily in the light before looking to see the expression in her face. He wasn’t going to bother reassuring her about anything. Trust would have to be accepted over time.

 

[wideeyedone]

His pressed her thighs apart with her body. She gasped as his fingers slid between her folds. Her dark hair was spilled around her on the blanket under her. She looked up at him with her big, dark eyes.

She could hear the men outside of the tent talking and laughing and telling stories about their women and their exploits. Nervously she squirmed in the bed arching her back, unknowingly putting her breasts on display for Barton.

"My Anna, she is a wild one in bed." She heard one of the gruff voices from outside of the tent. "But, Barton has got himself a sweet little prize... you think she is nice and tight?" His question was answered with a round of lewd laughter.

Caenna whimpered softly as his finger slid inside of her. She couldn't imagine what his cock would feel like inside of her if his finger felt so big. She could feel his breath on her skin, his whiskers scraping her.

 

[TheGrind]

The sounds from beyond the tent were ignored. It was talk he was used to, he’d acclimated to the climate and thought nothing of it. Rarely did he hear it unless he was in the conversation himself but that was rare. Not to mention he had a young virgin on display in front of him.

Barton heard her, barely, when he slipped his first finger inside her. He massaged her gently, stroking it in and out, feeling her out. As he inserted a second finger his free hand moved up toward her breast, pulling at one of her nipples. He pinched and tugged briefly before letting go. Barton continued to pump his fingers in and out of the girl at a calm, steady, slow pace before pulling his fingers free. Then he bent down briefly, his tongue escaping and tasting her virgin pussy before he sat up again.

Moving his body between her legs, he settled himself against her. His cock pressed against her pussy. He knew she could feel its length, hardness, thickness and heat coming from him. Raising his hips briefly, he readjusted himself, positioning his cock to her entrance and made his way inside.

 

[wideeyedone]

Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as her nipples hardened in his fingers. Her pert breasts filled his hands. And then his mouth was on her. Her hips bucked up as his tongue traced her. She didn't even know such a thing was possible.

Then he was back between her legs, and she could feel HIM. Big and hard and hot. Her heart started pounding. As much as she wanted to, she couldn't stay quiet as he pressed into her. She cried out sharply and pushed her fists against his chest. Her back arched off of the bed.

She heard laughter outside of the tent. They knew.
"It hurts." She whispered through gritted teeth, still pushing against his chest. "Please....please"

Her pussy was so tight, she felt as if she might split in two. She drew her legs back, her feet flat on the bed, trying to make room for him inside of her. Her eyes were glassy with tears.

"Sounds like Barton is taking his prize." One of the gruff voices filtered through the canvas.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton saw it as cute, something he wanted to draw more upon when he felt her hips buck, saw her nipples grow hard. Staring down at her through the darkness he knew that she was the only thing he wanted. At least for that night.

The talk continued from outside, the tent a poor way to soundproof anything. He’d be lying if he claimed he didn’t take some delight in the knowledge that she was being heard by others, that her humiliation may be growing just from having others hear her. But Barton was slow in his progress, bearing in mind that it was her first time and that she’d had a rough ride. However it wasn’t enough to stop him or his desire.

Once she repositioned herself and seemed to calm as much as she could, he drove his hips into her again. His cock found her hymen, pressing through it, breaking and ruining her for anyone else who may wish to claim her. No longer could she be considered a virgin. No more would she be considered clean.