Taken as Tribute (closed for TheAntiRebel)

[wideeyedone]

Caenna looked up at him. "I was lonely. I wanted you."
Caenna tried to smooth her hair and look presentable. "I didn't know that I was to be kept under lock and key."

 

[TheGrind]

“You are,” Barton spoke, still looking down on her. His position remained unchanged. “Unless I send for you.”

The bucket brushed Barton’s foot as he walked by, heading toward his bed. Sitting on the foot of the bed he looked toward her, asking, “What did you want? Why were you wanting me?”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna looked up at him from the floor.

"Can't we come to some arrangement? Some sort of arrangement where I am not sleeping in a cell and not being ordered about by some washer woman.

Her thin wet clothing was stuck to her skin. With elegant fingers, she peeled off her clothing and tossed them to the floor. She stood before him.

"I want to sleep with you. I want to be here with you. I can please you."

Caenna lowered her eyes and waited for Barton to respond. She bit her lip, hoping.

 

[TheGrind]

“If you want a deal.” Barton spoke as he rose from the bed. “Then you’ll have to prove to me you can do what you say. If you want to stay with me, you’ll have to satisfy me every moment you’re with me. The moment you stop is the same moment you’ll be returned to that cell.”

Barton slowly crossed the floor, closing the distance between them, “You ought to know what I want from you by now. I want nothing more than your body. I want you to express your lust whether we’re behind closed doors or in front of others unless I direct you otherwise.”

His eyes fell to her naked breasts and he spoke, ignoring any look she may be giving him with her eyes, “If you can do those simple things then you can stay. But fail, and things will return to the way they were with a few lessons you’ll have to learn.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna pressed herself to him, without a word. She had to stand on her tiptoes to kiss his chest and his shoulders. She pressed her breasts to his warm skin and kissed her way down his chest and his smooth belly. She looked up at him and got on her knees. She kissed the head of his cock delicately.

She looked up to him for his approval as she covered his cock with kisses.

 

[TheGrind]

The girl, once proud, once someone of stature was devolving into something he was beginning to appreciate. Barton knew this was just the beginning and she would have to prove herself. If she would be able to continue acting in such a way while in front of others, while in public, he knew he had her. He knew she’d collapse under the weight of his thumb.

Feeling her sliding down the length of his body, covering him with kisses… he had to hold himself back from throwing her onto the bed. As she came to his cock, kissing it tenderly he ran a hand through her hair as though she were a pet of his and he was approving of her actions.

Then he decided to speak, starting small with a new line of a series of tests he’d put her through, “Show me what you’re worth.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna opened her mouth and slowly took his cock in. Before her life with Barton, she had no idea that the whispers she heard about what occured between men and women were true. But she didn't want to be locked in a cell or cuffed by henchmen. She wanted to be in the bed of chief if those were her choices.

She inexpertly moved her mouth on his cock, careful of her teeth. She liked the feel of his hand on her head. It made it easier to pleasure him with her mouth. She moved her tongue along the underside the head, exploring, learning what touches he liked.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton had expected a small rebellion, a word to show her rejection at being called useless for little more than a fuck. But he pleasantly watched her slip into her new role while he slipped into her mouth. His cock filled her face as he pushed into her easily and without concern.

His hand slid to the back of her head, pushing her face forward while his cock drove deeper. Caenna’s mouth was just another hole there for his use. Barton let her gag on his cock if she couldn’t take his length as he thrust into her face. Before pulling out of her completely he pushed her face toward him, letting him dive down her throat one more time before letting her catch her breath.

“Get onto the bed,” he ordered as his fingers fled through the strands of her hair one last time. “If I think you’re not doing everything in your power to get me to follow you, I’ll have you wander these halls naked for the rest of the day.”

 

[wideeyedone]

It had taken every bit of will that Caenna had to keep her from choking when Barton had used her mouth hard and deep. She took a deep breath and clambered up onto the bed as Barton had ordered. She looked at Barton over her shoulder.

"I want to please you. No more tears, I promise." She reclined on his bed, her back arches, offering herself to Barton. She hoped it was enough.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton watched her react as she moved toward the bed, claiming there would be nothing more than pleasure for him. As he followed her toward the bed slowly, his eyes roamed over her body, finding not a single imperfection as he decided what to do with her. There was little doubt he wanted to fuck her. But he also wanted her to know exactly where she stood.

At the foot of the bed he announced, “No. Return to me, take me into your mouth and swallow what I give you. Afterwards I’ll dress and you’ll follow me as you are for your morning breakfast.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna got on her knees and crawled toward Barton. She gingerly took his member in her mouth and sucked him. She was unsure of what to do. But she was determined to stay out of the cell she had been locked in.

Caenna did her best to take him in deeper. She took a deep breath and then almost choked as his cock slid into her throat.

 

[TheGrind]

At the foot of the bed Barton watched Caenna as she closed the gap between them. When she took him back into her mouth he kept his eyes down and on her, still not giving her his trust. She'd likely never earn it. Perhaps he should've been a little more honest and given her a chance to prove herself but she was here for such a short time. Who was she to make any demands or offers? Barton doubted things would change. But that didn't mean he would stop using her. Even as she took him deeper a few ideas were running through his mind.

Barton felt her take a deep breath as she took him back in but he wasn't going to make this easy for her. She was his. And that wasn't going to change. His hand pressed against the back of her head, holding her close as he shoved himself down her throat. Holding himself there for a few seconds Barton finally relented and allowed her to steal a breath of air if she were willing to take it.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna's eyes watered as he held himself deep in her throat. She choked just a little. It took all of her will not to gag. When he allowed her she took a big sip of air and in her panic to breathe, she started coughing.

She looked at him with wild panicked eyes. But she didn't protest or ask him to stop. She gathered her breath, swallowed and then wet her lips.

She leaned forward and took him deep into her throat again. Her eyes watered, tears silently dripping down her cheeks.

 

[TheGrind]

At least she wasn't complaining or resisting. There was still so much more to prove. Simply doing what he was going to force her to do wasn't going to be enough. But he was willing to test her.

When she took him in deep again he began thrusting against her face, both of his hands moving behind her head, forcefully bringing her forward. If she couldn't find her breath or if he was climbing too deep then it was too late to complain. With hastened pace he repeatedly abused her face, the speed quickening, using her for the only talent she had.

Feeling the tension build he pulled her head closer as he buried his cock in her face. In those moments he came in her mouth. Barton refused to pull out immediately, instead letting every drop escape before he slowly withdrew from her. His hold on the back of her head relaxed as he pulled away. Putting on his clothes and ignoring her, as though she were nothing more than an extra chair in the room, he said nothing.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna thought she might lose her breath, but he spilled his seed into her throat. He held her head in place until he finished with a groan.

She swallowed it all. The hot fluid hit her empty belly and she was just about to speak, when he walked away.

He silently dressed and walked away. She remembered that he had ordered her to follow him to breakfast.

She scurried behind him, and followed him down the hall. She wiped her eyes and smoothed her hair.

 

[TheGrind]

Once Barton had pulled his clothes he opened the door without casting a glance back toward the girl. Walking through the open door and down a length of the hallway Barton made a right into a large and open room. Lights were lit in the corners while the sun spilled through deliberately open cuts in the wall. There was a long table, no more than twenty feet, with a pronounced chair at one end. It would be meant as a meeting place, a congregation to talk about the next plan or to simply eat.

No more than five men had already seated themselves on either side of the table, apparently waiting for Barton to take his seat at the lead. And while Barton had ignored his follower he could distinctly hear her moving behind him even through the commotion of men ending their conversations and the shuffling of chairs so they could stand. Continuing to ignore the girl Barton took his seat at the head of the table after which all five men took their seats.

Almost as soon as he was seated bowls of food were brought to the table. It wasn't much but it would be enough to satisfy the hunger of the men who were there today. Through silence and without orders, Barton continued to ignore his girl as he picked up a spoon, driving it into the bowl and began to eat in his silence.

With the looks offered, there was little doubt the men had noticed his naked follower but they hadn't said a thing. Either because it was something he often did or because it was something they knew better than to talk about, an outsider couldn't say. Aside from the occasional glance they had barely seen her as more than a fleshy ghost.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna followed him with her eyes lowered. When he took his spot at the table, she faltered for a moment. The men at the table took a few sideways glances at her, but they ignored her for the most part.

She knew it was in her best interest to please Barton.

She knelt beside his chair. The stone floor was cold and she was very aware of her nakedness. But she did her best to be still and to keep her eyes down. She found herself shivering but she bit her lip and made sure not to make a sound.

 

[TheGrind]

Barton paid her little mind as the food was eaten. It was enough substance to keep them alive and strong enough to pillage other lands. The money taken seemed to almost disappear or to be hidden away because it was clear Barton hadn't sold his soul for large tapestries, intricate foods or expensive idols doused in gold. There were a few things that his home claimed but they weren't native to him or his land. Nearly everything seemed to be stolen or gifted.

When Barton had finished and the table had cleared, Barton stood from his chair, addressing the few men who were in the room. “Meet the latest acquisition,” Barton began, glancing toward the kneeling woman. As he continued, his right hand reached down and grabbed her hair, pulling up to force her to rise, “A former princess.” His eyes returned to the men at the table, “She believes that she can make deals or exchanges to improve her situation when she has nothing to give. And this is where she will learn her first lesson.” Barton stared at her with a growing grin, “She doesn't have anything that I can't already take.”

Barton diverted his attention away from the table, calling for a servant to deliver a simple silver chalice standing on a shelf. It looked like a bowl with a base and a stem but it could still be held with one of his hands. When the chalice was placed in front of him Barton returned his attention toward his audience, “We don't make exchanges with those who are taken any more than we make agreements with this cup or dry firewood. There isn't a difference. And this difference for this piece of tribute must be understood. No more deals, no more offerings, just taking.

“I say this because now I will prove that she is no more than an object. Each one of you should place your ring inside this cup,” Barton added, the cup beginning its trek around the table. Each man took off his ring, some with effort, some with the grease left on their hands from the food. “The girl here will reach into the cup and draw out a ring. The owner of the ring she draws will own her mouth for the rest of the day. She will learn to use it for only one thing. If she escapes or makes the attempt, then whoever she is with will be just as guilty. You will be sought out as will your family. Simply use her as you would any other object, as entertainment or as a tool. And be sure not to lose it.”

At last the chalice had returned to its place at the head of the table. Barton grabbed hold of the cold metal and spun it a few times in his free hand, letting the rings rotate inside. Releasing the grip he had on her hair he lifted the cup up high enough so the rim set just above her eyes.

“Choose a ring.”

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna knew something was going to happen when she heard Barton's voice. She got a sinking feeling in her stomach. And then he had her by her hair. She bit her lip to keep herself quiet. He held her up so tightly that she was on her tiptoes.

She shook as he spoke of handing her over to one of them, and she was shaking as he spoke of of her, reminding them she was an object.

She watched as the men yanked off the rings from their meaty hands. She listened to each one thunk into the chalice. And then he held the chalice in her face. She reached in and pulled out a ring. She tried to keep her hand from shaking but the ring clattered against the cup as she removed it.

The ring was large and battered with a green stone under the signet. With her eyes down, she offered the ring to Barton. She heard one of the men began to laugh with a booming laugh that filled the hall.

"That's my ring she picked." He bellowed. "I can show her her place."

 

[TheGrind]

Barton knew what he was doing. And she would understand it soon if she hadn't already. The girl was going to be treated like property until she began to act like property. With every piece of furniture or coin, everything had its use. There was no possible way she was going to be permitted to wander the halls by his side.

As she drew out the ring Barton didn't have to wonder long before the owner spoke up. To Barton it didn't matter which one of those sitting in front of him were chosen. He was sure they would all force the kind of concessions he had in mind. Demoralizing, degrading.

Pulling the cup away Barton turned the cup upside down, slamming it on the table. The echo ricocheted off the walls. Pulling the cup away the other rings lied there, waiting for their owners to retrieve them as Barton set the cup off to the side of the table, opposite of Caenna.

Barton looked toward the man with the missing ring, “Feed her what you will. And be sure that she has returned to her cage before the sun goes down.” Saying no more Barton left the group behind, leaving through the doors he had entered no more than an hour ago.

 

[wideeyedone]

Caenna jumped when he slammed the chalice on the table. She did her best not to tremble as she waited for the man to claim his ring, that was between her fingers. The other men grabbed their rings off of the table, muttering and joking. Some of them even clapped the victor on the back.

The man towered over Caenna. He fingered her hair.

"My name is Ivor. But you will not be speaking, so it is no matter to you. Objects don't speak. They don't complain." He took his ring and shoved it on his finger. And then he took her face in his hand and squeezed. "Nod if you understand, little bitch." His fingers dug into her skin. She whimpered, but she nodded slowly, her eyes on his.

He didn't let go of her face. He pulled her to where he had been sitting. He sat in his chair, his legs sprawled open and he forced her to her knees.

He slapped her face with a sharp smack.

"No teeth, no words, no protests.... or you will be sorry." She nodded and watched as he opened his breeches.

She bit her lip and did her best to not make a sound.