"So..." He tossed the rein along the back of the two brown horses. "Would ye like to know what I'm going to do to ye?"
Please, no. I swallowed.
I could imagine nothing I wanted to know less. "Nay. It matters not. You'll not have the chance."
He tossed back his head and laughed. "I'm intrigued to see if tha' venomous tongue of yers will still lash when I'm balls deep in ye."
"You won't ever be." I crossed my arms over my chest as much as possible in the shackles.
He snorted. "I absolutely will." He tilted his head as he looked back over at me. "Might as well get used to the thought now. I'm taking it ye haven't had a man afore."
I gave him a quick look. How'd he know?
He answered the question I hadn't asked. "No woman is tha' tight after she's had a man. That's why I bought ye. I intend to be yer first. And thought it best not to let another have one as small as you for her first."
***
"So, it should be one as large as you!" I stood up in the cart and leaned back. Yanking on the chain. Trying to escape.
"I'll take that as a yes." He laughed. Giving the chain a hard tug that sent me sprawling on my belly in the cart.
He glanced back at my buttocks exposed by the flared-up tunic. "Like that'd do."
I sat up on my knees. Looking at him hatefully. "Do for what?"
"Do for the first time I plant seed in ye."
"No!" I shrieked like a wild banshee.
He chuckled "I think first. I'll rip that tunic off ye and have ye walk about me hut in the skin ye were born in. Get used to how ye should be." He nodded thoughtfully. "Then I can have ye when I wish."
He stroked his pants as he felt himself hardening at the thought.
"Name's Mardichi by the by." He tossed over his shoulder.
I know. I heard you and the tradesman speaking. He clearly knew you.
I glared heatedly at his back. Trying to work a way out of this.
"Slave trader said yer name was Raven." Mardichi remarked. Giving me a questioning look.
I didn't answer.
"Raven 'tis."
***
We arrived in his hut and he walked me in. On the outside it looked relatively small and simple. But on the inside, it was high roofed and expansive.
To give his behemoth frame room to move. He'd need a spacious area to stroll about. I'd never before seen a hut I thought would fit him.
He turned and bolted the door up high.
Far too high for me to reach.
Then he turned and showed me the key to my shackles. Putting it in his pocket with a broad grin.
Reminding me who's in control. I gave him a black look.
Then without preamble, he reached out and tore the oversized tunic I wore down the front. Roughly ripping it off me and tossing it in the corner like discarded rubbish.
"This is how you'll remain." He commanded.
I glared up at him defiantly. "I won't."
"You will." He dismissed. Stepping forward to cup a small breast as he gave me a thoughtful study. "Ye're a small lass. I worry about breaking yer flesh."
He thought he might break me?
Reassuring. That was my fear too. I stared up at him in horror.
"You could let me go, in that case." I suggested.
He smirked.
"Aren't you adorable?" He bumped my chin with his knuckles in a disarming way.
He was a behemoth. A massive creature that loomed like a great bull. I couldn't begin to fear what he had beneath that bit of leather.
Something I don't want to see atall.
"It won't matter. You'll never have me. I'll get away."
"Will ye?" He laughed. Spinning me around and folding me over his bed. As bare as the day I was born.
He could take me. Rip me. And I'd be broken beyond repair.
Please don't. I willed.
I heard him moving the cloth covering his groin aside and I felt something like a small arm landing on my buttocks. He drug it against me. Sliding it over my crack then down between my thighs.
Holy shit.
It'll never fit. I recalled how the inside of my body had clenched around his finger.
"Put your legs together." He ordered.
Determined to show no weakness or terror I did as he bid. Closing my legs, I felt his hard member slipping between my thighs. And pinched against the moist wetness between my lower lips.
Sending strange heat surging through my lower abdomen. Something unlike anything I'd felt before.
He slid backward and moaned. Then forward, pushing in and out of my thighs rhythmically.
Despite myself, I knew my body got wetter. Slicking him as he moved.
"You like that, don't you?" His large hands landed around my sides. Nearly encompassing my width. As he pounded harder against the back of my thighs. His hips nearly bruising as he gained momentum.
Looking down I saw his cock parting my thighs as the head jutted between them. Shining wetly as it emerged and retracted.
He was moaning in pleasure. Pushing forward so hard he was tipping me further over the bed. My hands landed on it to brace me. He flattened a hand over the top of my buttocks so he could lean back and watch him sliding between my legs.
Then he lurched forward, hard. I watched the head of his cock emerge between my thighs and shoot white liquid a distance. Landing in my hair.
He moaned in pleasure and his grip loosened.
"Good, Lass." He patted my ass as though I were a good pup.
He turned and walked away. Dismissing me.
He hooked my chain to a link mounted in the fireplace. Binding me to one wall.Dammit.I could meander the room but that was as far as I could get.Nowhere near that door. As if I could reach that bolt anyway.But I was stuck here, bound to the fireplace. Until I get that key.But despite that I'd pleasured the barbarian, he now looked at me with renewed interest instead of appearing sated.Or what I thought sated should look like.The village boys had always said they were never more relaxed than after having the heat of a woman.I thought that was what we'd just done."What?" I snapped waspishly."Why are you so shrewish now?""I want to know why you're looking at me that way.""Because I'm imagining the ways I'll have ye after I've trained ye.""You'll never 'train' me. You'll have to beat me bloody first.""Nay. No beatings for one such as you. You don't fear being struck. It's written over you. But 'tis clear to me what ye do fear."Him. He knows it.Eying him slumped back in a wo
"Are you ready?" Mardichi asked her.There was a long hesitation in which Bonnie bit her lip and flinched. Nodding more slowly."Remember to stay relaxed, 'tis better that way."Bonnie sighed and her face relaxed.Mardichi surged forward and Bonnie lurched up. Gripping his hands on her hips as if to push him away. But he held fast and slammed harder. Grunting in pleasure as his length vanished inside her.I wondered where it was going. There was so much of him and she was not a tall woman.He'd withdraw, leaning back from her then surging forward again. His muscled buttocks flexing as he burrowed into the blonde who clutched desperately at his hands.Nearly trying to hold his fingers as if to reassure herself with his touch."Mardichi!" She pleaded. "It's too much!"She's begging for mercy. I wanted to curl into a ball in horror. As far opposite them as I could get."I'm almost done, Bonnie." He said soothingly. Thrusting faster and harder.She yelped and clawed at the bed. Leaning fo
Bonnie whimpered. Her grip on the headboard white and shaking.Somehow her body had born the Barbarian's pleasure.Mine certainly won't. I'd never survive that. My mouth was dry and I was shifting uncomfortably."Thank ye, Bonnie." He rolled off her to lay next to her. Moving the leather pouch back over his slickened groin and dropping a palm to his abdomen as he relaxed. Reaching aside his bed, he withdrew a couple coins and put them into her waiting hand.He followed Bonnie out of the bed. Walking over to unchain me from the fireplace. Handing the chain to Bonnie."Another coin for ye, if ye take her down to the pond and show her how to clean up for a servicing."Servicing?Is that what'd just happened? I swallowed. But it felt like a jagged rock rather than my own saliva.Bonnie nodded and took my chain.I could escape her. Run while I had the chance.Though Bonnie seemed sturdier built then me I thought perhaps I could still take her.Mardichi caught Bonnie's other hand and stuck
"I must admit that I am surprised a woman of your age has managed to remain untouched for this long." He remarked thoughtfully as he strolled over to the door and flipped the latch on the top to lock it before moving over to the fire to crouch and add a couple logs.A latch I clearly couldn't reach without dragging a chair over.That was pretty much my primary plan at this juncture.That or slitting his throat with his own dagger if I could get it from him before he snaps my neck. I winced at the thought."My, my..." He remarked. Peering over his shoulder pensively at me. "Ye're always thinkin' aren't ye?"I gave him a dumbfounded look. Likely belying his remark on what may've been, a compliment to my intelligence. I was trying to remember if I'd been staring at the lock on the door when he'd commented.Had I been so obviously trying to plan an escape?"Here." He walked to a pantry and returned with potatoes and carrots and a skinned rabbit he drew off a hook. Slapping them on the tab
With the same wild reluctance and fearful glare I eased from the corner toward him. Weighing my options and not liking any of them.But the pot of stew was still on that table.Maybe I can slosh it on him and scald him. Or conk him with the pot well and good enough to get a chair to that door and out.It seemed my only plausible option. So I walked around the table to where he stood. Facing him as boldly as I could muster despite that I wanted to panic and slide under the bed and pray he couldn't get me out."Bold one, ye are. I like that." He gave me a proud look."Now off with me tunic." He slid a huge callused palm under the shoulder of it and pushed it off. Dropping it over my shoulder and down to my elbow.I gasped, reflexively lifting my arm to stop the fabric from falling further but already one small breast stuck out above the neckline.He reached and methodically did the same with the other sleeve so only my lifted forearms held it around my waist.He gave me a warning look.
The sensation of his finger inside me was unlike anything before. I could feel my body stretching around as he swirled it in slowly. Finding the unique crevices inside me and rubbing along each until one made me gasp."Do you feel that?" He rubbed it again. "That is the pleasure you can have, if ye're a good 'un."My breath shivered as it entered me.He rubbed more roughly along the spot that was making me lean forward and slightly back against his hand.What the hell was I doing?"Uh, uh." I moaned as something tightened inside me. Making my whole body feel icy cold. Then heat blew up from my core and bloomed through me. Making my whole body shiver.My thighs vibrated against his as they flexed with small spasms."Now ye're ready for me, Lass." He murmured and I felt him leaning back and withdrawing his hand."No." I whispered."Yes. It's time."***I couldn't think of any time in my life I'd been less ready. "Please don't.""Here's how it's going to work, Sweet. I need ye ta breathe
"You feel like satin. Like ye were carved from the softest things to make a sheath fer a man.""You're utterly soulless." I leaned up to shout."Who needs one when I have this." He stuffed me full again. "Fucking you feels so good, Little Raven. In-fact," He murmured. "You're so delightfully surprising, I'm certain now I'll be keeping ye for my little slave.""Isn't that what you intended to begin with?" I sneered.He was thrusting so fiercely that there was a guttural sound coming out of me. Broken each time he entered me again. "But I've come ta an even greater decision now, Wee Lass.""What?" I looked over my shoulder at him. My eyes darkened with bitterness. Resentment for what he was doing to me."Ye're well suited to be one of my kind.""You're kind?" I blinked at him in confusion. Even he had paused his ministrations to more slowly slip in and out of me. Still gripping my wrists to keep me from reaching the pot I so yearned for.The one I want to smash over his head."My kind."
"When it comes to fighting me, you're only going to hurt yourself." His low voice rumbled from the bed and I realized that despite his stillness he was far from asleep."I won't stop.""I'm aware that's very likely. But if you were to do so, I'd let you off that chain and let you lie next to me. Realize the softer side of companionship. Care to try?""No." I whispered."Fine." He said. "Let me know when you do."The night was the most awful I'd known. Something about that cold chain made me feel like I was an animal at the end of a leash. And the room seemed cold then overly hot."It's going to get painful." He cautioned. "I can give you comfort.""I'd rather die." I spat on the floor."It's going to feel like you are." He rolled over to his side, staring at the wall in the corner. Unwilling to meet my penetrating gaze.***He had not lied to me. Midway through the night there was pain coursing through my middle. A dark twisting that felt like someone was spinning my insides in wild c