Hunt for the wolf tribe (for evilJ)

Sara slowly awoke from the beating she had recieved, her head spun and pounded, she felt sick. However she refused to show her weakness to this man, the beast she had been hunting for this century.

Sara had lived in a small village, her life was hardwork but she was happy. Her father was the blacksmith, and he worked long gruelling hours. Often Sara would help him with his work and he had started to teach her to fight, but she was only 14 so it was merely play for her. Her father enjoyed the time they spent together and she was the son he had never had. Sara was the youngest of 5 daughters, all her sisters were tall and willowy and blond like her mother. Sara was shorter, still had puppy fat and had the thick dark hair of her father. It was almost midday and her mother was walking to the forge carrying food for Sara and her father when it happened. There was a sound like thunder, and the horses surged through the village. The air was filled with confused cries, of screams and gurgling death. Sara had watched as her mother was knocked to the ground by one of these demons. He fussed with his belt ready to pull down his leggings, her mother kicked and screamed as he fumbled beneath her skirt with his other hand. Sara heard the bellowing cry from her father as he rushed the man, hammer in hand and the grunts as the arrows pierced his back and he fell to the floor. The savage lifted up her mothers skirts and began pounding away between her legs, Saras mothers screams were shrill and despairing. She saw Sophie, her eldest sister, naked strapped to the back of another horse screaming for her to help. That broke Sara from her frozen state of mind, she picked up a blade from the forge and rushed the man raping her mother. Sara felt the sharp pain in her chest and the handsome yet cruel face of her attacker with the wolf pendant around his neck was the last thing she saw as it all faded to black.....

It had been several days later when she awoke in the tent of a nomad tribe, her wounds dressed and her health improving. The poison of the day had infected her mind however so the tribe dropped her at the temple.
In the temple of the warrior Sara honed the arts of war for many years, under the tutorage of various specialists. After her ten years she was released....free to seek revenge on the wolf.

The same wolf she was now brought before beaten and bleeding, her fury costing her the element of surprise and her freedom. The leather bindings secured her hands tightly behind her showing off her ample cleavage. Her long dark hair in a tight plait.

[EvilJ]

Salazar sat in his throne over the mere slip of a girl that had been presented to him, her hands bound painfully behind her and a shaft pushed through her elbows and tied to them, making the binding even more extreme. She wore a torn bear skin- the garb of the Eastern Nomads, a fierce tribe of seasonned warriors. Never had he seen the clothes on a woman, though. Or any warrior so young. Her eyes flashed with rage at him as he stroked the wolf pendant around his neck (Why? He wondered) and she struggled uselessly against the rough hemp holding her.

His men had bound her quite severely and she couldn't even bow her head because there was rope wound through her hair, braiding it and fastening it to the bamboo shaft. He gestured casually and two of the men forced her to her knees before his throne and he held out his goblet, his eyes never leaving her. As the goblet was filled with a foul tasting alcohol he mused. She was quite exquisite. Her tanned cleavage and belly rose and fell quickly as she was forced to a submissive pose before him and her soft thighs spilled from the fur. A sheen of sweat covered her body, further accentuating her soft curves and her white teeth (even whiter when seen against her dark reddened complexion) shone like the fangs of a beast when one of the men pulled her hair back painfully to tie her head more securely in place. She was helpless before him, he thought with a smile and sipped at the liquor.

Yet her eyes... her eyes...

They showed no fear. There was only malice there. Hatred. He had seen men of the Eastern Nomad Tribe in similar positions many times and they had been quaking in the pathetic fur skins they called boots. These men were unfamiliar with fear, true, but they knew it when it came to their door as it was at hers now. Yet no fear welled in her eyes. There may be tears there- he couldn't tell by the torches that lit the hut- but if it was there, it was in the form of rage. Rage?

He stood up, his black skin glinting in the light of the torch and walked down the steps to her, then cupped her chin to look at her more closely. Rising the cup to his lips, he drank in both the liquor and her form. Both were.... intoxicating.

"This is the one?" He finally said. There was silence in the room except the popping of the fire from the torch. He repeated himself. "This is the one? The one who killed five of my guards? This is the one who freed my favourite brace horses into the night? This?"

One of the men affirmed his assessment.

"Who was in charge tonight?" He asked simply. His fingers held her face as she tried to pull away.

One of the men stepped forward and bowed. "Lord Salazar. I was in charge, but this girl moved like the wind in the darkness against the unskilled men you assigned me. As you can see, I was able to dispatch her quickly when I was alert-"

His explanation ended abruptly. That might have been because Salazar had slammed the goblet he held into the man's throat and lodged it there in one move. The man stood for a long instant before his blood began to flow araound the lip of the cup, then down his tunic. Then he fell, face forward, dead on the spot.

Explanations to Salazar often ended in similar fashions.

"Take him away. I would be alone with my new toy,"Salazar said evenly. As the men hastily complied, Salazar spoke to Sara for the first time. "Little child. Before this night has passed you will envy him for what he suffered. You will beg for such a swift death. But before I begin, make it easy on yourself. Tell me the name of the fool who sent you into my fortress to die most horribly. Tell me that man's name and I may give you swiftness to the after life."

He leered at her, an evil glint in his ebon eye. "After I take my own special toll for that swift journey from you, of course."

Just the sight of this man stood before her brought a spike of icy fear through her body, the look in those eyes, the cruel handsomeness and that pendant.... It was enough to bring back a flash back of that day when he life was destroyed. The flash of hatred and rage dismissed the fear.
When he killed the man who had captured her, she smiled. All it meant for her was one less to die on the end of her sword.
"Little child. Before this night has passed you will envy him for what he suffered. You will beg for such a swift death. But before I begin, make it easy on yourself. Tell me the name of the fool who sent you into my fortress to die most horribly. Tell me that man's name and I may give you swiftness to the after life." The wolf spoke to her, his words meant to inspire fear. She laughed, "I do not fear you Wolf, I do not fear death, for many years I have awaited this time", she paused regarding him with hatred. "No man commands me, I am my own woman"

[EvilJ]

"I do not fear you Wolf, I do not fear death, for many years I have awaited this time", she paused regarding him with hatred. "No man commands me, I am my own woman"

Salazar stared at the girl for a moment then, unexpectantly let out a throaty laugh that shook his entire body. H seemed genuinely amused.

"To not fear death is foolish. It welcomes death as a suitor rather than fights her as an enemy. To not fear me," he paused and stroked her face gently as he thought of the words he needed to express. "To not fear me, my darling child, is to not know me. You see, I have no regard for others. My mother told me that. It was, if I recall, right after I stuck a sword right..." his hand slipped into Sara's top and squeezed her left breast roughly "...here. I watched her choke on her own blood."

He clenched his hand around her plump young tit, smiling with pleasure at the pain he was inflicting. A sadistic smirk flowed across his face and he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, swooning slightly in ecstasy. His piercing eyes opened after a bit and he looked down upon Sara like a child looks at some dying thing; curious, but unable to fully care. His hand slid out and he raised his fingers to his lips, tasting her sweat off the tips of them. Then his hand darted down and he slapped Sara's face with a vicious speed that sent her sprawling. There was no warning.

He knelt beside her, grasping her neck and letting his lips touch her ear as he whispered. "As for being your own woman... that is a thing of the past. You belong to Salazar now. And I will find out why you are here. Then I will reduce you to a shadow of whatever you once were. You will feel my cock in your every hole. And when I am bored of you... if there is anything left of you... I will sell you like one sells a cow to the madmen who roam the central plains. They will either feast on you as stew or make you a breeder. It matters not."

At that he stood up and walked to a wall, pulling down a long whip he used to drive his chariot horses. He coiled the vicious thing in his hand and turned back to her.

"Now... Tell me why you are here. You may yet earn some form of mercy."

Sara winced slightly at the rough treatment of her tender breast, she showed her teeth in distain of this man before her. His poor attempts of intimidation were nothing compared to the images of her revenge. The slap took her a little by surprise, she fell to the floor. Blood started to flow from a split lip, but surprisingly she laughed. "Is violence the only way you can get respect? I pity you, wolf". The thoughts of rape were worrying but she pushed these to the back of her mind, maybe if she could taunt the wolf her would kill her first.
He wanted to know why she was here, her laughter became louder. "Why? I am here to see your bleeding and battered body on the end of my sword." She spat a mouthful of phlegm and blood towards him, in contempt

[EvilJ]

"Why? I am here to see your bleeding and battered body on the end of my sword." She spat a mouthful of phlegm and blood towards him, in contempt.

"Really?" Salazar asked as he walked over to the woman, swinging the whip casually. "It seems that the only one bleeding here is you and your sword is currently being melted into a small shield that I will carry into battle by my smiths. I do that with the swords of all would be assasins. It makes me smile. All told, I'd say you were tremendously unsuccessful in what you came here for, wouldn't you agree?"

He stood over the woman and kicked her viciously in the ribs and watched her double around his boot. When she got her breath back, he did it again in spite, then knelt beside her.

"What is interesting to me is that a woman- an obviously lesser creature by the way- would come to my camp to kill me, then would spout off so shrewishly about my use of violence. Don't you find that interesting? It makes me think I may have inflicted violence upon you before." His deep black eyes seared into her and his strong features hardened as he spoke. "It also makes me think you'd be mostly immune to my whip. You expect that in a way."

He eyed the whip in his hands and stroked it like a pet. "Don't you?" Then his eyes turned to her. He tossed the whip aside with a sigh.

"Yet, there are other forms of... discipline... to be used. Especially against one so nubile." As he spoke, his left rested on her fur-booted ankle and travelled up her bare tanned calf, her knee, her soft thigh, and under the fur wrapped around her hips. He squeezed her tight ass cheek. With his other hand, he began unbuckling his belt.

"Is it true, my child, what they speak of the Eastern Nomads? That they all- even the women- take a vow of celibacy until they wear the iron band of matehood upon their neck? I only ask because I see no such band on you. That would make you a virgin. If the tale was true, of course."

He smiled.

"And only for the next three minutes or so, eh?"

"Any sword can easily become my sword, if I am carrying it," Sara replied softly, "It is merely an object of destruction not one of desire". She glaced at him when he mentioned being unsucessful, "I have managed to kill several of your men, and remain alive in your prescence for longer than most. I would count that as sucessful. Where there is life there is hope". The scar on her chest twinged slightly when he mentioned hurting her before, but she stayed silent. It was unlikely he'd remember the event anyway. It would also give him ammunition to use against her.

The feel of his hand moving up her leg felt strangely good, she had never been touched in this way before and it made her uncomfortable. She twisted in her bindings to move herself away from him, kicking out as she did so. "Yes, all my tribe are virgins until joining with one another and then they wear the band." She eyed him warily as she tried to get to her feet, "As to my status, I am unwilling to tell". She had lost her maidenhead the first time she rode a horse, she had seen the blood on her clothing. But as for her vow, she had remained celibate.

[EvilJ]

When Sara kicked her foot connected with Salazar's thigh full force. It didn't even cause him to wince. He continued to undo his pants and grabbed her ankle and pulled it hard with his other hand sending her sprawling onto the furs on the floor face first. He was skilled at many forms of battle. Rape was just another one of them- his favourite one, to be honest. His grip on her ankle was like a vice. She could feel the nerves being ground into the bone and it hurt.

He pulled her to him slowly, like a cat playing with a bug. She heard the sound of the cloth of his pants coming down over his thighs. Then she felt the furs being torn from her hips and breasts, leaving her naked but for her boots and helplessly sprawled on her belly. The rod bound to her elbows now kept her from even rolling over onto her back.

"You must be deaf as well as foolish, my new toy," Salazar sneered. "Did you not hear the man who I killed in a blink? The man who single-handedly bested you? He spoke the truth. Those boys you killed were novices. The lowest form of fighter I have. My dog could best them. I killed him because he allowed you to kill them. You accomplished nothing except costing me horses. As for you still being alive, I must make a confession; I keep all my female captives alive until I get bored of them at the end of my cock. I have several still alive and in use from raids of farm villages as far as 20 years back. They still dance on my cock when I want them. I even journal their capture if I find more than three such slaves. It's a weakness, I know."

He miled as he lifted her hips toward his own. His right hand cupped her breast and his fingers made his way to her tight, pink nipple. Then the fingers closed, hard. He twisted it and pulled on it. Through her pain, Sara looked back and saw his cock standing behind her, huge glistening and black. She had travelled so far, trained so hard. Now she was to be raped, just as her mother and sisters were before her years ago before being carried off for the pleasure of this barbarian. They weren't even human to him, just cunts to be used for his rod.

"As for swords, rest assured, you will never hold one again, useless as it would be against me", he said as he drew her closer to his throbbing dick,"but today... I will let you sheathe a different weapon. You had your chance to talk and you chose not to. Now, you will scream."

Sara swore harshly in the language of the nomads, at her position on the floor unable to even roll. Due to the wolf dragging her by the ankle she was unable to even get her legs beneath her. Her ankle throbbed, she wondered whether he had even broken the bone with his grip.
The mention of slaves over twenty years of capture made her stiffen, her mother, her sisters....would they still be alive and what state would they be in from his tender mercies. His words distracted her from her peril, then "The man who single-handedly bested you? He spoke the truth. Those boys you killed were novices. The lowest form of fighter I have. My dog could best them. I killed him because he allowed you to kill them. "
That angered Sara, "the man who bested me," she spat back "Did so from behind while I faced 10 more of your men. Did he not tell you of the man I disfigured, and the one I unmanned before he stopped me? Maybe you should check on the lies your people tell you". Her words were true he had attacked from behind whilst distracted by others, a failing from her training and one she would now regret not working on.
Her eyes watered as he pinched her nipple but she refused to make a sound, seeing his hard cock it brought to mind the cock of stallions, large and dark. That thought excited her a little and disgusted her too. The thought of rape scared her, but also comforted her. As long as she was alive and challenging to him she may get chance to kill the beast. She turned her head away and closed her eyes as he lined himself up to enter her.

[EvilJ]

"The man who bested me did so from behind while I faced 10 more of your men. Did he not tell you of the man I disfigured, and the one I unmanned before he stopped me? Maybe you should check on the lies your people tell you".

Salazar laughed at the woman's words as he drew her writhing cunt ot his hard cock. He felt the tightness of her young pussy quivering against his rod as the head of his cock invaded her. He hissed at her through gritted teeth, the raw effort of pushing his giant cock into her tiny virgin hole causing him the sweetest of strain.

"I hope you can remember your mightiness as I rape you, whore. if it is true that you are such a warrior- and I will check later- I will keep you to bear my sons." He laughed at her revulsion as he pressed his cock deper into her. He could feel her young hips trying to pull from him and he tightened his grip on her, pulling her back with a steady and unstoppable motion. The pussy on this wench was the tightest he had sampled in years! Her writhings caused his penis to harden like stone.

His hand slapped her ass as hard as he could, leaving a welt across her ass cheek, then he pulled her back harder, his cock invading further into her young cunt from behind her. He was almost halfway into her and he could hear her screams as his member buried deeper and deeper into her. Her pussy quivered around his cock and he strained not to come immediately.

"Ahhhh..." he whispered in pleasure. "Your cunny is already wet before I am even fully in you, slut. Perhaps this is what you really came for, eh? Maybe you had heard of Salazar's famous cock and needed to try it for yourself? Maybe you have seen my work and sought me in this way, heh?"

He shoved into her in one more motion, burying his hard Black cock to the balls into her sweet pussy. He heard her scream so loudly it no doubtedly woke the slaves in the camp, as well as the more seasonned soldiers. She could hear a few of the men cheering.

Now Salazar began pumping his cock in and out of her, slowly at first, then faster and faster in painful waves. His hips crashed against her ass and he slapped her buttocks and lower back as one would on a horse. When Sara closed her eyes to shelter herself from the rape, she could see him doing this same motion to her mother, her bound sister crying as she was forced to watch, the other three girls being yoked like animals in a queue, their hands bound behind them cruelly; mens hands all over their young bodies.Now the set was complete. Salazar had tasted all of their pleasures, savoured their fears and feasted on their dignity.

He began to rape her faster and rougher. His fingers now had hold of both her nipples and he used them to keep her in place.

The pain as he tried to enter her was immense, it felt as if he was trying to split her in two. Tears prickled against her eyelids and despite her vows she screamed as the pain increased. He forced himself further and further onto his cock, she screamed again and again until her was finally all the way inside. Her muscles inside still tried to force him from her, cramping hard but the pain had now reached its upper most limits. Now she just grunted with each thrust. The image of her mothers rape strong in her mind, she forced away her dispair and watched the images intently. Using them to fuel her rage.
She didn't hear his comments about her state of readiness for his intrusion, so lost she was in the pain and the rage.
The sharp ache in her nipples brought her back to reality as he squeezed them, every breath caused the pain to worsen so she breathed shallowly and quickly. Silent tears of shame and pain fell from her eyes, the shame worsenening at the betrayal of her body. She could feel herself getting wetter and a strange sensation beginning in her groin.

[EvilJ]

His cock invaded her more readily now. Her pussy was still quite unwilling- a point that Salazar relished in his women- but her muscles had relaxed a bit and his cock was rock hard. The combinantion made for a rape that he could truly enjoy because it caused him little effort and her great pain. And the sight of her tanned muscular back and rounded ass fueled his lust as he took her. He twisted her nipples harder so he could hear the music of her screams. Looking down on his cock, he saw her juices glistening on him. He let out an evil, throaty chuckle.

"Ahhh! It seems my "captive warrior" is facing another kind of defat as well." He grunted. "Your body is enjoying this isn't it, slut? I was right! You yearned for my cock and sought it out or would die trying in your hunger for it."

He fucked her harder, his words coming in spasms.

"Despair no longer, whore! Salazar gives you what you have dreamt of; the humiliation of release at the end of my invading cock. In fact... I will complete your humiliation. You may thank me later."

At that, one of his hands pulled his knife from his boot and he cut the rope holding her head to the bamboo rod. The abscence of pain, he knew, would feel like ecstasy to her. Then, he re-sheathed his knife and his hands moved from her tits across her smoothe belly. His fingers found her clit.

He began to massage it as he raped her. he could instantly feel her try to squirm away, but his other hand gripped her hips and held her in place. The rape remained powerful and steady, but now his fingers had found her sensitive clit- a part never before touched by anyone but herself- and he worked it skillfully like a musician did a lute.

He groaned in pleasure and whispered arrogantly into her ear.

"Come. You will come. Like a slut. From being raped by the man you wanted to kill. And you will carry that. Always."

My body remained tense from the pain, however my lower muscles started to relax as the tingling in my belly grew. The tears grew heavier as I recognised from my lone explorations of myself, the beginning of release. I screamed once as my nipples were twisted by the monster, I started to moan intersperced with the grunts of pain.
The release of my nipples and my head made my moans of pleasure increase, as the pain had gone. It took me a couple of seconds to be able to calm them to silence.
"Come. You will come. Like a slut. From being raped by the man you wanted to kill. And you will carry that. Always." He found my sensitive bud with his fingers, I writhed impaled on his cock as the pleasure increased in waves. I sobbed as his prediction was sure to be true. Moving my hips led to him rubbing a spot inside, I lay there as the climax grew inside of me.

[EvilJ]

Salazar's fingers massaged Sara's clit faster as she twitched beneath him. Every movement of her hips sent pleasure across the head of his cock and he could feel her wetness dripping from the shaft to his balls. At first he had been flippant in saying that she had come here for this- a brutal rape at his hands- but now a small part of him was actually toying with this being the truth. She was reacting to his cock like no wench he had ever stolen on a night raid or even kidnapped from a bothel. Her body was betraying her.

He could tell she was resisting the orgasm building inside her. Her face showed that as she tried to bury herself in the furs on the floor; but it was a losing battle. Her thick lips hung open and high-pitched little girl gasps escaped her mouth as he hammered his huge black cock deep inside her helpless young cunt. He could feel her thighs begin to convulse and slid one of his hands to caress her belly. Sure enough, it was beginning to twitch. She would be coming soon, and fighting it as she was would only make her orgasm body-wrackingly intense.

He slammed his cock into her, again and again, with the full force he reserved for battle, hammering her with it mercilessly. Now his fingers were a blur of motion on her soaking little clit as he took her and he leaned forward, sliding his free hand up her body, raking it with his stubbly nails lightly as he did. His muscular chest met her back and she felt his full weight against her; crushing her, forcing her breathig to become laboured.

He licked her ear and moved his hand around her throat, choking her then releasing then choking again. He never pushed her to the brink of death or even full unconsiousness. He was just toying with her.

"How easily I could fill you with my seed, then crush the life from you," he mused into her ear in hot breaths. He pulled her earlobe into his mouth and sucked on it, flicked it with his tongue, then continued," but that would be far to merciful. No. I will make you my whore. Then you shall sire my sons. And you shall experience pleasure in doing so. Every time. Like a slut."

I tried to think of anything, to make the pleasure go away, even the discomfort of my arms tied behind me could rid me of this terrible itch. My legs my abdomen all trembling with the build up of climax. I wailed, and then was silent.
The feel of his nails against my skin only drove the pleasure higher, and as his full body weight rested on me the sensation of chest hair against my back made me want to wriggle against him. This was true torture, to have my pleasure given to me by my nemisis the man I hated. He started to choke me, all it did was make my gasps harsher to hear, nothing would stop the stampede of sexual pleasure from overtaking my body. "Please kill me" I managed to gasp before it hit. I screamed hard, as my cunt spasmed wanting to pull the cock deeper, my juices splurting over his hardness. The need to die complete as I buried my head in the furs and waiting for the tremors to subside. Each thrust brought more harsh gasps as I came again and again. My wails of despair intersperced with screams of desire.

[EvilJ]

The words were music as they hit my (note: I guess we're changing to first person? ) ears:

"Please kill me"

Her humiliation was complete. I felt her convulse and writhe manically under my body; but not from fear or anger as before. She was coming. I knew she fought it, but it happened nonetheless again and again. Her pussy twitched and quivered aroungd my cock and, at last, I could no longer contain myself. My balls unleashed the hot cum they held and pumped it deep inside her. I grasped her soft hips and pulled her to me, making sure she was fuilled with the seed of the man she sought to kill and I whispered as much in her little ear. I could see tears forming in her eyes. In all honesty, it made me cum harder.

I twitched a last time and held her fast, feeling my cock soften inside her, then I slid out slowly. I rose triumphantly over her and stooped to pick up the whip. She was curled and naked before me, a slow line of cum dripping from her fresh raped cunt. Now it was time to find out why she was here and who really sent her. I eyed her.

"Your features seem familiar for some reason wench. I would know your story. Why do you seek Salazar? Other than," I paused and stroked her tit with my whip, "what I just gave you?"

(Doh hadn't realised I had done it, sorry doh!)

Sara sobbed hard her face buried in the soft furs, her body still pulsing with the after effects of the orgasm as Salazar continued to fuck her. Feeling him twitch and empty his load of hot cum inside her, she prayed that she would die. Her enemy doing one thing no man had ever done and doing it well, she struggled to pull herelf from the pit she had fallen into. He seemed to empty pints of hot liquid inside her before he softened and pulled out of her.
Her insides were on fire and she pulled her legs up to get comfort, tipping her slightly onto her side. She couldn't look at the beast stood before her as he regarded her.
She shivered as he stroked her breast with the whip, "Your features seem familiar for some reason wench. I would know your story. Why do you seek Salazar?" The scar above where he teased burned bright and was obvious in her mind, it seemed to reignite her hatred. "I saught you out for revenge, beast!" she growled at him, her throat dry and sore from her screams, "You destroyed my life, I wish to destroy yours"

[EvilJ]

(no... I kind of like the first person thing. Makes me feel like I'm there taking you. Let's stay with it.)

"I saught you out for revenge, beast!" she growled at me, her throat dry and sore from her screams, "You destroyed my life, I wish to destroy yours"

I stroked her body lightly with my whip, tracing her tits and her thick womanly hips. I knew that I looked uncaring and cruel in my motions, but only because I actually was. This bitch had killed a few meaningless pups, but that might be enough to stir an organized rebellion among the farmers and peasants who were my prey. True they'd lose and die painfully, but it was inconvenient. I hate inconvenience.

No... this one would have to be broken into small pieces. I needed the means to do it, though. Something that would wipe her from all pride forever. For that, I needed information.

"I destroyed your life?" I asked as I stood over the girl. I let my foot land on the small of her back, pushing her flat to the floor with my weight. "I'm sorry. That describes far too many wenches. True, it describes a few small nations. You'll have to do better than that if you wish to be remembered."

I bent down and tied the end of the whip around her slender neck like a leash, then undid the straps on her elbows freeing them and pulling the rod out but leaving the wrists bound. I took one of the ropes that had secured her to the pole and tied it around her elbows, forcing her huge tits to stand out and I rolled her over and lifted her to stand tip-toed by the whip. She was far shorter than I and I nearly lifted her off the ground by holding the whip high and pulling her close, her jaw jutting up toward the ceiling defiantly and her white teeth gritted in anger.

This was the first time I had seen her fully nude and I admit I was pleased. Her body was soft and curvy with a firm but not overly muscular belly, soft thick thighs and calves that the fur boots accentuated somehow and large tits that were huge and perfect except for the...

the...

Scar.

That scar. I had seen it before. I had seen many wounded by a blade that left that mark. It was unmistakeable. It was put there by me. My eyes met hers and I took in her soft features, her dark hair. She would have had to be a girl when it happened.

Suddenly it all crashed in to me. It was a farm village, disgustingly idyllic and bucolic. The kind where the women were referred to as "fair" and the men enjoyed the music of the flute and the drum while sipping spiced mead without ever sampling enough to enjoy it (get drunk). I had been drawn there by the sight of a wench with her comely daughters and I decided I wanted some sport. They had been spirited and afforded me much pleasure that night- in truth they still do. Then this child attacked me. I remember thinking it was a pity that she died so quickly. I would have liked to keep her to maturity and enjoy her terror over and over.

And now, I held her. An evil smile crossed my face as I stroked her body with my free hand first cupping a breast, then stroking the scar lightly with my thumb.

"Oh. My," I said coldly smiling. An evil idea was crossing my mind."That is a nasty little souvenir. You know, I do believe I know your mother. And your sisters. Don't I? Hmm?"

I started to drag her by the leash towards the center of the camp where we had a pole we used to bind and discipline the men. Three fires cracked beside it in a triangle, lighting it for all to see. I yelled for all to fall in for a show of discipline and the men surrounded us. They all eyed her body.

"Before we begin," I announced "bring me some slaves to witness this. I think I'd like the ones from the cage beside my private quarters. Bind them fast and bring them here. If I'm not wrong- and I think I'm not- several of them know this new toy of mine."

My body trembled with disgust as his cruel dark eyes regarded me and he traced the features of my body with the whip. The mixture of lust and curiosity made me despise him more. Then the pain as he stood on the small of my back. The rod tied there digging in and causing my arms to be at an unnatural angle. My breasts were crushed against the furs, my breath forced from my lungs. I felt a flash of hope as the rod was removed but once again my arms were fastened back uncomfortably and the hope receded.

I felt the cruel leather of the whip around my neck and forced to my feet, my chin raised, at least there I felt better than benath his boot. I felt the hatred and anger swell within me once more. I stared at him as he regarded my nakedness, his glances were of desire and puzzlement. Then he saw the scar. I tried to draw away as he stroked my breast, but the sensitivity of the organ once again betrayed me into releasing a moan. Then as he stroked the scar I saw recognition and I went cold as he stated."That is a nasty little souvenir. You know, I do believe I know your mother. And your sisters. Don't I? Hmm?" My eyes widened, he said "I know" not I knew, they were still alive? I feared for their sanity being trapped here for all that time.
He led me into the open, I attempted to resist but his with superior strength and height I was pulled along in his wake. He led me to a pole, well lit. I could feel the eyes of many upon my body, both men and women I hated to think what this devil had planned for me. Even more so as he was bringing slaves...possibly my family to watch.

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Her eyes had gone wide when I mentionned relatives. I was right. I had found my way to break her and I intended to savour every second of it. When we reached the punishment circle, I whispered into the ear of one of my men. He bowed and ran off. The crowd began to gather, many of them naked as I and my new toy were because they had just gotten from their beds.

I pulled her over to the pole. It rose high above the circle and had an arm jutting from the top with a noose hanging from a pulley. In our most severe cases, we used this to execute our prisoners by slowly raising them by the neck and tying the rope off while they died before us. Tonight, it would have a different use. I had the rope lowered to me and took a knife from one of my guards. Walking up to the girl, I punched her hard in the stomach. When she fell to the ground in agony, I kicked her in the same place, doubling her around my foot. Then I cut her bonds and quickly rebound her hands in front of her. She struggled feebly, still out of breath and, to her credit, almost touched the knife I held before I punched her in the solar plexus and left her gasping.

Now I lifted her by her wrists and tied them to the noose in the center of the circle. At my command, she was raised by the rope until her face was at my eye level. She was a very short, busty little wench and her boots dangled high above the ground from her perspective. To hang there like a side of meat must have been very humiliating for her as she no doubt imagined herself a great warrior. Yet her humiliation was not nearly enough for me.

At my command my men attached a preader bar to her ankles so her thick muscular legs were spread painfully wide. If any looked carefully enough, they'd see a hint of my cum dripping from her cunt. By now everyone had assembled and the slaves were in the front of the crowd, their hands bound behind them, either naked or mostly so and their bodies shaved clean of hair. The more fortunate of my men held these women as I addressed the crowd and took liberties as I spoke. Two men in particular forced a tasty young raven haired girl to her knees and made her suck both of their cocks as she sobbed. I casually wondered if this was one of her sisters.

My man returned with the sword the girl had carried into the camp to assassinate me. He handed me the blade. And I raised it into the night sky.

"This bitch," I pointed her sword at her," came into my stronghold to kill me with this sword. She was captured of course. Yet she refuses to tell me even her name. She has, however, made it known that her mother and sisters are here. I think it is only fitting that you witness me kill her with her own sword for her insolent silence. That is, unless her mother was to step forward and save her by revealing her name to me."

There was silence. None of the women moved.

"It's all I ask for her life. Her name. I promise if her mother speaks it the girl will live."

Silence.

"Would you believe Salazar to be a liar? I am a man of his word."

Silence.

"Pity," I raised the sword and an older woman shrieked. She pushed forward.

"No my lord! Please. She is my daughter! Her name is Sara. Please. Keep your word. Spare her."

I smiled and looked at the girl. Sara. Now, I had a name. I had planned to sell this older wench to the market next moon. She had become less interesting to me. Now her purpose was heightened.

"This is your daughter? That means those are her sisters?" I asked, pointing at some of the girls- the one givig head was one of them- and she nodded. "Well, this is her sword."

And I ran the woman through with the sword in one swift stroke. It stuck out her back as she felt her life drain down it's blade and onto the dirt.

"Bury this hag," I commanded. "And leave the sword in her."

I picked up my whip and walked to Sara.