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The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

The warlord had been rather hard on the girl. But like all slaves he deemed that she needed it. This one in particular with her ‘royal’ upbringing had all sorts of behaviour that needed to be corrected. His fingers idly curled in locks of her hair. He toyed and stroked it as he felt her curl up against his legs. His fingers would let those soft silken locks slip through the calloused forms of his digits. There was something pitiable in her misery.

Not that all her tears and sobbing really caused him to vary from his course of action. His head inclined slightly as he watched her press her lips to his boot and begin to drag her tongue along it. He smirked as she began to gag and her form shuddered with revulsion as she continued to do as he bid. His fingers tightened in her hair, pressing her head downwards as he said “You will stop when I determine that you have finished.”

Although rather conciliatorily he added “And when you finish I’ll let you eat some fruit and drink some wine.” After all those sounded like the sort of things elves did. At least in the warlord’s mind that’s pretty much all elves did aside from putting themselves into ridiculously easy positions to be captured and enslaved. None the less he deemed it appropriate at this point to promise slightly better treatment for the girl if she was cooperative.

He gazed down on the slave girl as he demanded she continue. His lips quirked as he slouched on that rather macabre throne that he fancied. His brawny form looming imposingly, his very presence seeming to be an unspoken threat. The casual manner in which he could cause her pain ever a menace as his fingers strayed across her body and he watched her relatively quietly. His general bearing had a predatory quality to it and it was her misfortune that she had become his prey.
 
There was something soothing about the way he played with her hair. It had made the first few licks bearable. Though whatever affection that might have been there was taken away as he pushed her further down. Her mouth dragged across the boot from his force and she could tasted the grime through her tightly pursed lips.

Even the prospect of something to drunk and fresh food did not make the task seem more appealing. What made her continue with it was the way he loomed over her. His body itself was frightening. He was tall, much taller than she, and built of raw muscle. He was power incarnate. She was simply an part elf that had been stupid enough to have wandered in.

Perhaps she deserved this.

With a shuddering sigh she began to lick his boots again. Every few seconds she would wretch. The bread she had was fighting its way back up her throat. She managed to swallow it down long enough to finish one boot. At least one boot to her satisfaction. She didn’t know how it would pass under his inspection. Quickly she moved to the other. The mud bits grazed her tongue and she shook her head.

“I feel sick,” she said. Her voice was small. “Please, I do not wish to be ill.” If she vomited he would likely make her lick it up after rubbing her face in it. Magdala did not want that! Before he could answer though she started licking at his boots again, not wanting him to be angry with her.

Finally she managed to get the other boot clean as well. Her stomach churned bitterly. She didn’t even want the fruit anymore. Quickly she wiped the back of her mouth with her hand.
 
The warlord watched as she dragged her tongue along the leather of his boots. Her soft lips and tongue being pressed into surface licking up dirt and grime that had come to cling to his footwear. The act was meant to be nothing more than humiliating. He made her debase herself before him and perform so abject an act of servitude. He watched as the princess was made to lower herself like the meanest of serfs. Her lips pressed into mud and other things she likely didn’t wish to speculate upon an identity.

When she stopped he glanced down at his boots and seemed satisfied. His arms slipped about her waist and casually hauled her upwards till her form was perched upon his lap. There her naked form was deposited and his fingers strayed upwards along the smooth form of her belly. His hand roamed along her soft body as he turned over his shoulder to indicate for another servant to fetch some wine.

The servant ducked their head and then dashed off rather obediently only to return moments later with a large chalice of wine. The warlord idly waved towards it and remarked “Drink” to the half elf that was essentially held captive upon his lap. Although after swallowing the coating of his boots, wine whatever its vintage was likely a welcome change to her pallet.

His hand slipped upwards to cup one of her breasts. His fingers sliding around the mount of flesh and toying with it. His fingers would squeeze about it and then casually pluck at it’s nipple. He leaned in towards her as he fondled her. His lips parting as he remarked “Good toy.” Evidently in praise of her obedience in cleansing his footwear.
 
It certainly had been humiliating. Never before had she felt so shamed. Even when she was striped down and taken in front of a guard she still felt like she was able to maintain some dignity. Having to use her mouth to lap up whatever foulness was on his boots made her burn with humiliation. Without a fight she let herself to drawn up to his lap.

Her legs were on other side of his hips, flanking them. They were so stiff from being in that horrible position all night and then for being forced to be on her knees for the length of time to clean his footwear. The grime taste still lingered in her mouth. Magdala wanted to ask for water but knew that his current behavior was a reprieve from his normal nastiness.

Goosebumps appeared on her skin as his hand trailed upwards. This gentle touch was far more welcomed than what she would have cared to admit. After the completely relentless and cruel way he had treated her during the evening and that morning, this caress of her body was better than a cool drink of water. A blush stained her cheeks and she refused to look at him.

The wine was instantly snatched up and she took a large gulp of the liquid. It was sweet. The flavor played on her tongue and she actually gave a sigh of relief. It was much, much better than the boot muck and it washed away the remaining after taste. After a few more sips she stopped.

His hand had traveled upwards and began to grip of breast. His hand was firm but not rough and demanding. She was sure that he was rewarding her. Though she did not like the idea of him touching her body, she couldn’t help the pleasure his plucking at her rosy nipple caused. It rose and she bit her lip. Another large swallow of wine assured that she could ignore the shivering his fingers were causing.

“T-Th-Thank you,” she stuttered out through gritted teeth. It was obvious that she was either holding back her true thoughts of him, trying to ignore the pleasure he was giving her, or it was a combination of the both. She hated him for grabbing at her whenever he desired. She hated her body for reacting so.
 
The warlord’s hands casually were slipping along Magdala’s form. Those rough fingers pressing into her flesh as he toyed with her soft body. His dark eyes regarded her rather closely as he felt her squirm slightly upon his lap. The blush that stained her cheeks seemed to amuse him as did the manner that she subsequently sought to avoid looking at him. He was quite able to discern that she found that she liked the feel of his hands upon her body but embarrassment or shame confused the young woman. A smirk played across his lips as he wasn’t about to relieve her of his discomfort.

Instead she’d feel his hand cup one firm mound of flesh. Calloused fingers pressed into it, squeezing and fondling it rather vehemently. His strong fingers dug into the softness of her form, pressing and stroking against her. The large form of his thumb would trace around her nipple. The tip of that digit brushed against that sensitive nub. A moment thereafter it would more directly get his attention. His thumb would roll across her nipple, flicking and stroking against it as he sought to work that sensitive flesh into a rather aroused state.

Was the warlord rewarding her? It was likely a difficult thing to determine. It seemed far more likely that he liked to keep her unsettled. While his hand at her chest likely was accomplishing just that, his other hand soon pressed to her thigh and began to stray upwards along her inner most portion thereof. His hand slipped to the apex of her thighs, and there his fingers would press to the bare form of her sex. Those rough fingertips would stray against the soft lips of her sex, pressing down against them rather firmly without quite pressing inside.

His hand pressed down against the softness of her sex two fingers slowly slipping into her. Once within they’d stroke rather vigorously against the softness of the wall within. Touching that soft feminine channel and seeking to cause her form to shudder and squirm unlike anything else the rather naïve girl had ever experienced. Rather insidiously his fingers would crook and uncrook within her, before beginning to rather swiftly swirl about against those soft feminine walls.

His head leaned in towards her as his lips casually pressed against her ear. She’d feel the warmth of his breath upon her skin before he murmured “You like that don’t you elf?” A smirk graced his lips as he murmured “Isn’t that cute, the pretty little slave princess hasn’t felt a man toying with her sweet little body before?” His teeth would bite down lightly upon the edge of her ear and tug upon it. “No doubt getting all pent up, and yet terribly frightened I’ll fuck you in the ass again hmm?”
 
Magdala didn’t want it to feel good! His hand kneaded her breast, brushing that sensitive nub that was hardening from his firm touch. Gods, she tried to keep quiet and to keep herself from pushing away from him. Her breathing became labored and her body arched slightly. It was driving her completely insane! The beautiful princess didn’t want it to be this amazing but it was. Her one nipple rose against the rolling of his thumb. To her horror a wetness began to occur between her legs.

She endured though. Her body trembled as his other hand went lower. In spite of herself she let out a moan when he began to poke and play with her lower lips. He would find a rather moist little hole. The princess whimpered and finished her glass of wine in one large gulp.

Though when his fingers were shoved inside of her, she cried out. The glass fell to the floor and shattered but she didn’t care. Her hands went to his chest and she tried to push him away. It only caused her to lift slightly from his curling and uncurling fingers before her hips fell back down on him. Tears stung at her eyes for the second time that day.

He was mocking her again! Magdala didn’t want to deal with him anymore. A shuddering gasp came from her as his fingers reach a spot in her that sent spasms through her body. No! Not anymore. She pushed harder, trying to get him out of her body. Her body was betraying her emotions though. As he worked inside of her that once damp entrance was now completely and utterly soaked and dripping on to his hand.

“Stop!” she screamed. Her voice cracked brutally, not having fully recovered from the night before. “Please do not touch me… there…” she let out a soft moan before she could finish her sentence. Shame colored her cheeks. “Stop, please! I don’t want to be taken in the ass again. Please!”

The thought truly terrified her. Her backside was still raw from the evening before. Another intrusion inside would kill her!
 
The warlord smirked as he heard her breath catching and becoming rather quick as he toyed with her chest. Nor could she hide the fact that he could smell her arousal as it began to linger upon the lips of her sex. Although his fingers would find that slickened presence. As he toyed with them. He felt her body arch and tremble in turn as she responded to what transpired. However, much the girl disliked the idea that he could do such a thing to her, she seemed to respond to it all the same.

The glass shattered and he heard her moans as her hips began to press against his fingers as he thrust those twin digits inside of her. His hand slowly became slick with her juices and he withdrew his fingers from within her and pressed them to her lips. He forced her to taste her own fluids and acknowledge her arousal. Teasingly he remarked “Your body wants to be taken slave.” His dark eyes glimmered as he looked at her.

He heard her begging not to be fucked in the ass again, and a smirk graced his lips. The warlord leaned in towards her and remarked “Then you’d better lean how to please me with your slit and your mouth girl.” His hand would slip to the round form of her ass as his fingers pressed into it, groping her as her remarked “Else you’ll feel it again soon enough and I may not be so gentle this time as I was before.”

His hand slipped down to his pants and he undid the laces to his britches. Thereafter, he slipped the thickened form of his cock from within them and soon the head of his cock loomed against the softness of that dripping sex. His hand grasped her waist and he lifted that slender form from his lap as he stood with her in his grasp. He drew her to the side of the throne but rather than bending her across it as he had the night before, he pressed her back up against the wall. His own body leaned in against her pinning her in place, thereafter his hips pressed between her legs.

As he pressed her to the wall, the weight of his brawny form would crush against her. The thick tip of his prick would slowly press to those dripping lips and then with a rather forceful jut of his hips his prick was thrust inside of her. Those dripping folds being parted to receive his thick cock inside her. Her arousal merciful in allowing him to be more easily taken within. Yet the forceful thrust of his prick would plough through the soft layer of hymen within her. With a single thrust stripping away another layer of innocence from her.
 
Magdala tightly closed her eyes as the fingers were forced inside of her mouth. They were covered in the slimy substance that was dripping from her down womanhood and she recoiled. The fingers caressed her tongue, rubbing the tangy substance forcibly against her taste buds. This was not going to end well for her. She swallowed harshly. His words stung her bitterly. There was no way to ignore how her body was reacting to him with his being shoved down her throat and whispered into her ear.

Terror went through her the more he spoke. The virginal princess knew that she wasn’t going to be able to do that. She was going to displease him some way and he would take her ass again. His finger pressed inside of the abused little hole and she let out a whimper. It hurt. She managed to keep her mouth shut when he said he was gentle. He nearly killed her the night before!

Her eyes lowered as he undid his pants. The large beast sprang forward and she a new fear began to form in her. He intended to have her again! So soon! Gilloleth kicked as she was lifted up and pressed against the back of the back of the chair. He legs were pushed open and he began to press inside of her.

“Don’t!” she cried before he trust his way inside her completely. More pain filled her as he tore away her hymen, driving himself completely inside of her womanhood. There she sat paralyzed for a second. Her virginal blood seeped out and down the crack of her ass. She reached up and started to push at his chest, clawing at him. “That hurts! Get off of me!”

Though being pinned the way she was, she could not move away from him.
 
If Magdala sought mercy from the warlord she was to be sorely disappointed. Rather he seemed most determined to ravage her form however he felt the urge to do so. The barbarian had pressed her to the wall, the brawn of his form trapped her in place. That powerful form pressed against her, and she would feel the forceful press of his hips against her. His body rutting between her thighs as her legs were forced to spread as he rammed his cock inside of her. His dark eyes gazed down at her as he remarked “If it hurts you’ll stretch. Perhaps it won’t hurt as much the next time.” Although he seemed indifferent to whether that was the case or not.

He felt her blood beginning to slicken her channel as his prick claimed her virginity. A wolfish smile graced his lips as his hips rather forcefully battered against her soft form. He hammered his cock inside of her, splaying her body upon it as with each thrust he left his member buried deeply inside her innocent sex. He roughly pumped his thick throbbing shaft within her, letting her body strain and stretch to take it within as the blood of her maidenhead dribbled along the length of his prick and to the floor below.

His head leaned down towards her and rather forcefully he pressed his mouth towards her own. He kissed her savagely, firmly claiming her mouth and pressing his tongue inside her own. He’d withdraw it only thereafter to let his teeth bite down upon her lip. His hips continued with their constant churn, roughly driving his member within her squirming form. His lips parted from her own to rather darkly warn “You should be more worried about what happens when I have no desire for you than when I do girl.” After all what happened to a barbarian’s toys when he loses interest in them? Most likely like those of a petulant child they become broken.

He seemed to accentuate her helplessness by rather roughly jabbing his cock deeply inside of her. As he did so roughly kissed her again as he remarked “I won’t get off of you, I won’t leave your country and I won’t let you go.” His dark eyes gleamed “I don’t have to do any of those things - you are a weak and foolish girl who threw herself into my hands. Your land is weak and can’t defend itself and like you is there to be taken. The weak are always ruled by the strong - and you are weak.”
 
Openly Magdala cried. He was hurting her worse than the night before! The sheer force of his thrusting was enough to keep her in place, his hips grinding without mercy as his length stabbed repeatedly inside of her. Ever movement was killing her. Oh! She could feel his eyes on her body and her face but she refused to open her eyes. The fallen princess would not dare to look at him. His face likely had a look of a smug sense of satisfaction. How she loathed him!

Her body tore and stretch to accommodate him and because of it her virginal blood was doubled. It had to be over soon! She cried out loudly and shook her head almost violently. This could not go on much longer. Her body would break. She would surely die from this abuse.

His lips bore down on her mouth almost painfully. He was mocking her with that kiss! He was flaunting his power over her as he pressed his tongue inside her mouth. Vile! She wanted to bite down on the intrusion into her mouth and cause him a fraction of the agony he was causing her. Thankfully he removed the thing before she did so.

The words that came from his mouth struck her like a slap across the face. The thought had never occurred to her. Magdala didn’t want to think about it! Would he throw her away like something broken or a worn pair of pants? A shiver went through her spine even as he pounded inside of her.

Another kiss was forced on to her mouth but it barely registered. The feeling of hopelessness filled her and she slumped. Tears streaming down her face from the mental and physical anguish. She was a weakling, wasn’t she? This man, this barbarian, had no problem taking her as if she were a common whore. Magdala tried to ignore it. “Please, please, please,” she gritted almost silently through her teeth as she waited for him to finish.

Though, further pushes brought on new pain as his hugeness began to push into a different part of her. She let out a sharp gasp. Her body shook.

“You’re going to murder me!” she bawled.
 
The warlord seemed entirely indifferent to the pain that Magdala felt. Indeed the screams and whimpers that left her lips seemed only to please him. The naïve prince was now spitted upon his cock as it rough thrust of his hips slammed her into the wall behind her and stabbed his shaft deep into her belly. His body roughly banged into her, each thrust brutishly hammering her back into the wall. His eyes gleamed as he looked at her and indeed he seemed pleased with himself. Each act he took seemed to repay her naivety with rather vicious force.

That virginal blood allowed him to slide deeper inside of her. Her sex was stretched, torn and rubbed raw with the fury of his thrusting. That tiny form being rather easily ravaged by the rather massive size of the warlord who held her captive. Although he seemed to have no fear that should be die. Rather he seemed to revel in this rather simple act of abuse. Each thrust within her pleasing him as he held her body in place. Each cry and squirm of her body seeming only to amuse him.

He felt the resistance of her mouth as his lips claimed her, although the heat of his mouth would continue to press to her. She’d feel his breath upon her as his body rutted between her thighs. He was indeed flaunting his power over her. She belonged to him and was helpless in the face of his desires. He took her, used her and she couldn’t do a singular thing about it but plead with him for mercy. But that was not forthcoming as he pumped his throbbing flesh inside of her. Far more likely he’d simply fuck her until she felt his seed released within her once more, filling her body as he had the night before.

A smirk graced the warlord’s lips as he remarked “If you die from being fucked your even more useless than you look. His hips surged against her as he began to increase the pace of his use of her form. His hips smacking into her again and again in increasingly swift fashion. “If I can’t fuck you I might as well kill you as you have no other use to me..” He smirked as he noted “So you had best hope your wrong girl..” A somewhat dire prediction as his prick thrust deeply inside of her, throbbing rather urgently now as it remained buried within her form.
 
She quickly screwed her mouth shut and tried to go to someplace else in her mind. Someplace that would numb the pain; numb the feeling of him murdering her soul. Her breasts bounced with his thrusts. Her body stretched to accommodate him but it still was agony as his prick breeched her womb with each thrust.

The princess tried to ignore his words but they cut her deeply once more. No one in this world cared if she lived or died. All she was, was a tool for pleasure. Any attractive girl could replace her. The princess had never been treated lower than dirt until she walked into that mansion. Gods! What had she got herself in to?

“Daddy,” she called weakly. Even if she wanted to send out energy, her body was too racked with pain to do so. Also, she did not know how to. Not paying attention in her classes was now paying dearly. Tears ran down her cheeks and her face was becoming swollen from how hard she was crying. “Oh, gods, let him finish. Please, let him finish.”

Some relief from the pain was all she wanted. She didn’t even care if he deposited his seed deep within her belly. A baby could be taken care of. With how he treated her a miscarriage would not be that hard to fake. The idea repulsed her for one of her greatest dreams was to have children but she was more disgusted with the idea of birthing one of his bastard children.

This barbarian was making her into something wretched. A being that could discard its own brood. A being that was nothing more than a whore. She shook her head. She needed to fight more than what she was! With a new vigor she pressed up on his chest. “Don’t! I am worth more than this!” She brought up her hands and pushed at his face. “I am more than your whore!”

Her heart pounded against her chest. This was probably the most stupid thing she had ever done but she didn’t care. She had to put up some sort of resistance. She started to claw at his face, hoping to make contact.
 
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