Taken as Tribute (closed for TheAntiRebel)

[TheGrind]

Barton remained silent as he continued to play with his toy. His fingers working with the thumbs, playing, pinching, toying, tugging with her exposed nipples. Feeling her grind against him made him grin, feeling her react to what he was doing to her. Whether she wanted it or not, at least her body did.

Removing one hand from her breasts, his hand went to loosen his pants, letting them fall to the floor. Short work was made of his boots which allowed the pants to fall the rest of the way while his clothes amassed in a small pile off to the side. He gave her tit a brief break while he removed his shirt but his hand rediscovered her breast and continued to touch her breast.

Barton’s body returned to her, now without a stitch of clothing. His strong, muscled chest pressed against her back, his breath against her ear, his cock easily felt against her rear. The free hand dipped down in front of her, placed between her legs. Gently he began to rub her pussy.

 

[wideeyedone]

His fingers found her. And she knew he would find her slick and warm and wanting. She threw her head back, her eyes closed. She parted her legs just a bit, wriggling again, seeking his touch in just the right places.

"Oh, my..." She whispered. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed to her backside. His flesh felt hot against hers. Even though she could not fight the arousal that coursed through her, this was still new to Caenna. She found herself trembling, not sure what to do. She took a deep breath.

"What can I do to please you?" She asked softly. She wanted to know what to do. She wanted. She wanted to please him. If she couldn't have her old life, then, for now, in this moment. She didn't want to fight him. Caenna wanted to please him.

 

[TheGrind]

With her head thrown back Baron moved his lips to her exposed neck, his lips connecting with it. He could feel her pulse pumping as his hand grazed her pussy again, resisting her desire for the moment. Barton’s hand left her breast alone, letting it fall to her hip where he held her gently.

Moving back around and in front of her, Barton let his hand glide around her, along her back and just above her ass until he held the other side of her waist. Buried in silence he withdrew the hand toying with her pussy, letting his hand rest upon her other hip as he closed the distance between them.

Barton hadn’t said a word as his hardened cock touched her bare skin between her legs. He moved against her lightly, letting his shaft brush against her, feeling what his hand had felt moments before. He moved back and forth, merely rubbing against her, teasing, extending their time as his eyes found hers.

 

[wideeyedone]

As his hardness brushed agaisnt her, she found herself gasping. Her breasts brushed against his chest. Her nipples were tipped with deep pink tips. Bravely, she caressed the strength of his chest and his shoulders with the tips of her fingers.

Her touch was featherlight. She ran her hands down his arms, feeling the strength built in his arms from years of training and battle. Not sure what to do but moved to touch him, she peppered his chest with tiny, soft kisses.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton bathed in her soft skin, the touches of pleasure as he felt her fingertips, her lips, her body close against his. Wrapping his arms around her his hands cupped her ass, grabbing her as he pulled her up so her waist was equal to his. With little effort he turned them around, moving the few feet it took to reach the foot of the bed.

When he felt the bed against his legs he leaned forward, dropping her onto the soft place below; much softer than what the road had allowed before. Barton wasted little time in collapsing himself over top of his prize, his hands moving to secure her wrists to the bed while his eyes stared down over her small body, letting the flickering flames, the only thing other than him, allowed to touch her body. His eyes looked toward hers, satisfied with how she’d been prepared as he lowered his hips, penetrating her.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna gasped as he entered her. This time though, there was no pain. Caenna found herself pushing her hips up, taking the full length of him. She clung to him. Her back arched from the bed.

He filled her completely. Her eyes were locked with his. Her hair spilt around her on the bed. Her breasts bounced with each thrust of his hard cock. She found herself stretching, her hands reaching out over her head.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton held her wrists strong against the bed as he fucked his prize. His hips rolled against hers, repeatedly ramming her, driving deeper with every thrust. The girl was his new toy and was taking preference but that would change in time. It only made sense to him to use her as much as he could before that time came.

He slowed his pace as his hands slipped from hers, no longer holding her wrists down. Barton’s hands moved from her wrists down the length of her arms and further down over her bare breasts. Then he leaned down, his cock buried inside her as his lips closed over her nipple, his tongue touching upon it briefly before he moved toward her face.

Now his hips halted, ending the pleasure-seeking movements as he stared into her face. “You don’t want that old life. The life where you remained untouched. Do you.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna writhed beneath him, her hips rocking up against his thrusts. He was looking her in the face asking if she wanted her old life back.

"My old life is gone. This is my life. You are my life." She whispered between gasps. Her back arched off of the bed. Her fingers caressed his face lightly. He seemed almost tender with her and Caenna welcomed the change.

Caenna brushed his face with her thumbs, feeling his cheekbones and the strength of his jaw, running her hands down onto his shoulders and across his collar bone.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton let her touch his face as he watched her, feeling her body rock underneath him. “Good. It is good that you understand your place. That you’re mine. My possession.” He kissed her hard on the lips, withdrawing the brief embrace almost as soon as it began.

His hands returned to hers, grabbing her once more by the wrists and pinning them to the bed. With her hands restrained above her head Barton reoriented himself so as to not fall on her as he briefly glanced down between their bodies, seeing her nakedness in its entirety while his cock remained lodged inside her.

Barton’s eyes returned to rise to meet hers again as his hands gripped her wrists again, reaffirming his hold. Then he moved his hips back against hers, soft and slow at first, feeling her pussy work around his dick. Then, without a notice or warning, Barton slammed his hips repeatedly against hers, hard. It were as though he were abusing a common whore, fucking her mercilessly.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna was actually feeling almost tender toward Barton, almost safe with him. And then her hands were pinned to the bed and he was slamming into her. She felt as if she might tear againg, his hips cutting into her.

She whimpered and that seemed to only egg him on. Then she was crying out softly. She clenched her jaw trying to keep herself quiet. She turned her face, closing her eyes. She felt her tears come. She struggled to get her hands free, to squirm away, but he completely over powered her.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton’s eyes sought hers, locking onto them as he watched the change in her. He took pleasure in the change. He enjoyed knowing that he was the reason for that expression, good or bad. That his actions bore a direct outcome on how she was going to act. The girl was in the palm of his hand. She was his. And he was going to do with her as he pleased.

Even with her writhing underneath him the soothing touch he once seemed to had had been destroyed. It had disappeared faster than a prop in a magician’s trick. His hips slammed against hers almost seeming to gain strength with every pleasurable plunge. Then he spoke through his hastened breath, reminding her of what she said only a few moments before, “This is your life. Your life is mine.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna was confused by the mix of pain and pleasure in her body. It hurt, it truly hurt but she was still aroused. She did her best to blink back tears but soon, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"I am yours, this is my new life. I am yours, this is my new life." She chanted. Convincing herself and making the tears come even more.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton gave her a few more hard thrusts before pulling out of her completely, satisfied with the answer she gave. But he wasn’t through with her. Moving from the bed he looked over her used body as he decided the girl had to stop crying if she were going to fit into this life. If not, she could reasonably be returned to the original gifter.

“Stop crying,” he spoke from the foot of the bed. And then, “Get on your hands and knees so I don’t have to see your face.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna did her best to choke back her tears. She got on her hands and knees. Unsure of what he was going to do to her. Her face against the bed, her beautiful backside on display. Her legs quivering as she waited. She wiped her tears from her face.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton stood behind her, admiring the view from behind as she planted her face into the bed and her ass rose into the air. Without another word he moved onto the bed, his presence no doubt being felt as he neared her. His hands ran over her ass and to her hips as though she were nothing more than his piece of property, positioning himself behind her. Then with the gentleness that he began with, he brought his cock inside her, pumping gently and slowly. It was little more than a game to him.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna was confused. She loathed his anger and his harsh words, but her body craved his touch. When he slid into her again, she felt as if a hunger in her was being fed. She wanted more, she wanted his hands on her skin and his sex inside of her.

These desires made her feel confused and ashamed. He was her captor. He had made it clear he had no feelings for her. Why did she want him? Why did she want to please him?

 

[TheGrind]

Barton continued to thrust inside her. He used her for little more than what her pussy provided. For him, there seemed little else he needed from her. With a growing tribe, a growing city, more women, younger women were likely to come. There was no need for him to become attached to this one.

But she was the one that was there now and his cock was invading her pussy. Barton’s hands held her as though she were nothing more than a possession while he abused her body. Their skin slapped as his speed hastened, his need growing. The sound only serving to mark how hard, how quick he was sliding inside her.

Then he held himself inside her, feeling his warm cum shoot from him and into her. Pumping her a few more times he finally pulled out of her, the thoughts in the back of his mind working, deciding whether or not to toss her out of the room for the night now that she completed her service on hands and knees.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna shuddered underneath Barton as he sprayed his cum inside of her. She did her best to sip in deep breaths, she had stopped her tears. She wiped her face as he pulled out of her. She looked up at him.

"Can I stay here with you, please? I will be good, I promise."

 

[TheGrind]

Barton removed himself from the bed and walked toward a corner of the room, letting her words hang in the air. He reached down into a water bucket and pulled out a rag, cleaning himself. After sloshing the water around a few times and running the cloth over his body he left the bucket behind, returning to the foot of the bed.

“No,” he spoke, as though no time had elapsed between her question and his answer. “Find someone else’s bed to lay in tonight. You’re not welcome in here tonight.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna wrapped what little bit of clothes she had around herself. She walked quickly to the door. The guard there leered as she made her way to the hallway.

"Bastard" She muttered under her breath, her cheeks were flushed with embarassment. She didn't want to be alone and she wasn't even sure where she needed to go.

The brusque women from before found her wandering in the hallways.

"Girl, come here." She uttered. Caenna obeyed but she wanted to run away.

She lead Caenna to a cell like room with a lock on the door. Inside was a pallet and a blanket but little else.

"Sleep" The woman told her and then left. Caenna curled on her side and did her best to do just that.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton shed the woman easily, letting her leave him in his silence. With her removed from the room he returned to the bed, the smell, her scent left behind. Barton slept in it, dreamt of it as the night merged with morning.

Just a little after dawn he woke, dressing quickly but sloppily. Before the day would truly begin he decided that he needed something. Heading toward the door and opening it just wide enough to speak, he told one of the guard’s standing post outside to bring Caenna to his room… without so much as a stitch of clothing on her body so she’d be bare while walking the halls.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna had slept for a little while. She could still feel the heat of Barton's hands on her body and his seed inside of her. She dreampt of her capture and woke up breathless. It was still dark outside and she wrapped the thin blanket around herself. She tried to get the door open, she shook the door and felt the handle open.

She did her best to open the door quietly. She stepped out onto the stone of the hallway. She tiptoed to the corner, but then she saw the guard. He growled at her. She paniced and broke into a run. But his stride was double hers and in just a few steps he grabbed her by the back of her hair, then the back of his hand caught her across the face.

The blow was enough that she didn't even fight him. She fell limp and if he hadn't had her hair she would have fallen. He tossed her over his shoulder and carried her to Barton. He dumped her on the floor at Baston's feet.

"She was making a run for it. I cuffed her and she wilted."

Caenna moaned on the ground, she couldn't open her eyes but she could hear them talking.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton ordered her to be take the woman onto a small rug tucked away into a corner. The man was only in the room briefly to deposit the woman where Barton had ordered before leaving the scene and closing the door behind him. He wasn’t about to fuck an unconscious girl, even if it was Caenna.

Walking near the small washing bucket he picked it up and returned to the girl’s place. With little effort, just as he had done days before, Barton emptied the bucket’s contents, splashing, drenching the woman before him. She’d still have to shower later, with the bucket housing some of his sweat from his own washings, but at least it’d wake her if she weren’t completely out of it.

Barton tossed the bucket to the side then, his eyes on the girl, waiting for her to wake.

 

[wideeyedone]

It only took a moment for Caenna to come to. She whimpered softly. And looked around the room. She muttered a curse and rubbed the side of her face.

"The door was unlocked... I wasn't trying to escape. I was just... I was looking for you." She whispered looking up at him.

 

[TheGrind]

As she woke Barton stood still. His eyes moved over her body covered by the water he poured on her. Even though she spoke, defying the story he was told, he was wary to believe her.

Crossing his arms he stared down at her as he spoke in a tone that said he didn’t believe her, “Why were you looking for me?”