Claimed in a Barbarian Plunder (BooBone x wolvenrogue)

[BooBone]

Everything about that night was as it normally would be. The moon shone brightly in the dark sky, the stars following suit, illuminating the village in which Amber made her way through. Most of the residents were already curled up in bed or were quickly making their way to their small homes. Amber herself was heading back to her family's house after a long day's work at the Lord's manor. It was commonplace for servants to reside in the building in which they served but due to the size of the village she belonged to, Amber resorted to staying with her elderly parents over bunking in the otherwise constricted quarters at the manor.

It was just a short walk home and Amber took her time, relishing in the chilled air and quiet streets. Due to her dawdling, she was one of the first to hear the hum of horse's hooves coming over the hills. And that's when the night turned into anything but the usual.

Hitching up her skirts Amber turned on her heels, racing back towards the manor in order to alert the Lord. Her headscarf fell away, carried off by a breeze, allowing her fiery red locks to flow behind her as she ran. Along the way, as her sandaled feet slapped the cobbled path she shouted in a frantic warning, "Raiders! Raiders!"

The few able-bodied men in the village were quick to file out into the streets, dazed but armed and somewhat ready for the oncoming attack. Wives with babes in arms were left watching fearfully from their doorways.

Amber's dash to the manor was cut short as she watched it go up in flames. The vibrant reds and oranges reflected in her eyes, masking the green pools that normally shone bright. She gasped at the sight but was quick to spin round in the direction of home. Her family was her priority now, there was nothing she could do for the Lord.

By this point, raiders filled the street. Houses were set alight. She didn't need to see the fires to know they were burning strong. She smelt the toxic smoke and heard the crackling of the thatched roofs over the pounding of feet and the screams. The screams... those she'd never forget.

She didn't make it back home. The way was blocked off by a man on a horse who seemed to be the raid leader and was calmly watching his men who were efficient in their looting, pillaging and murdering of the village folk.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elias woke that morning and took inventory of his camp, supplies were running low, and the woman he had taken had run off a week ago and he was feeling the need of relieving his carnal desires. He lived a rather solitary life away from his fellow raiders over whom he was the commander. He picked up his rams horn, and placing it to his lips, blew three blasts on the instrument signalling the call to assembly for an evening raid. The raiders always attacked just after sunset when the dark provided cover and the men in their target village had full stomachs and were sleepy and slow to respond.

Elias untied his war horse and brushed down the heavily muscled animals gleaming coat. He set the saddle pad and heavy leather saddle on Tracer's back and cinched it tight. The horse bristled excitedly in expectation. Tracer loved the raids. he fitted his blinkers and leather armor on his flanks. He loved this horse and wanted Tracer to be safe in battle.

When the horse was prepared he strapped on his own leathers that covered his otherwise bare chest , thighs and forearms and strapped a shield and swords on his back. Elias was an enormous man, his thighs like tree trunks and arms larger than most men's legs he adjusted his huge cod piece so that his manhood and jewels were adequately protected. slipping a leather helmet on his head he mounted Tracer and headed to the band's usual departure point where he met up with Thor, Horace, Griswald, Jenks, and Adler. The six of them, all giant men could easily defeat most castle Guards even when there were three times their number.

The men nodded to one another and were off for the village that would be their target. After an hours hard riding they arrived and began the assault . Charging down the main street the thundering of the heavy horse hooves provided excellent shock value and put the village in an immediate panic. Then Elias saw the flaming hair of a tiny woman running in a panic and blocked her progress down the lane His eyes locked on her and he felt a surge of desire in his powerful loins. Se was tiny with hair like a flame down past her cut little ass. and though she was small he could clearly make out two melon shaped breasts that would not escape any man's eyes. He paused but a moment and then charged forward and then grabbing her upper arm hauled her up om his steed he laid her face down across the horses powerful neck and continued with the raid as she bounced about in front of him like a sack of potatoes.

When They had gathered up enough food and supplies and loaded a stolen wagon with their bounty, the raiders headed back to camp, each with a young woman bouncing along in front of them.

 

[BooBone]

With every attempt to wiggle off the horse Amber's position was corrected. The whole ride her captor didn't look down at her, just kept a strong hand on her back, holding her in place. She cursed wildly, screaming for her release but not a word was uttered back. She attempted to strike him but from her limited movement she could not land a hit. No doubt her flails would leave no impact to the barbarian that had stolen her.

He was a brute of a man, larger than she'd ever experienced before. The distance light from the fires behind them, along with the glow of the moon highlighted his features. He was all angles and hard edges. His body mass consisted mainly of pure muscle which bulged under his armor. She was but a bundle of twigs compared to him. Amber couldn't help but notice the large bear paws he had for hands, which held the horse reins, and imagine one around her throat, snapping her neck in a single squeeze. She gulped.

Body fatiguing from the futile struggles along with the rest of the night's event, Amber remained still for the rest of the journey. She bounced uncomfortably on the horse. The shuttering cause her to empty the contents of her stomach on multiple occasions. By the time they arrived at a small camp, Amber's body was sore and aching, her feiry spirit twindling.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Elias climbed down from Tracer's broad back and lifted the nearly limp girl from the horse's shoulders to his own. She weighed less than his armor by half and he barely noticed her weight at all. Leaving her slung there like a bundle of twigs he proceeded to remove Tracer's saddle, blanket and armor and wash the sweaty horse down with a bucket of cool water. When he had finished he poured the remaining water over his own head and the young girl. He could feel her jump at the cold and took he down and laid her on his great cot in his tent. He took off his own armor and now stood before her in only his boots and the codpiece, muscles bulging from head to toe and long blond hair and a matching beard crowning his huge shoulders. He looked down at the girl. her thin muslin dress nearly transparent and clinging to her figure and his cod piece began to grow tight.

He left the tent for the moment and built a fire as he sorted through his share of the bounty they had collected. Among the items was a small silk blouse very thin and white and short enough it would not cover the girl's sex. he went to the tent and tossed it at her. "Get out of that wet dress and put this on!" he bellowed before leaving to tend his fire and put a mutton roast in the pot to boil. He watched the fire and cut vegetables into his stew as he waited to see what the young girl might do with her predicament.

He was mostly curious as to her reaction as he was sure that it would make no difference. Her tiny body would be skewered like a shis-kabob before long on the long and girthy cock between his thighs.

 

[BooBone]

She looked around the tent, immediately assessing the situation and calculating how likely escape would be. There was only the one exit that the man had left through. Amber tossed the stupidly revealing garment to the side after a moments inspection of it and crept to the slit in the tent. Peaking out without leaving, she looked out at the busy camp in dismay. The Raiders were busting about, distributing loot and preparing a meal. There'd be no chance of her just slipping out without being seen.

After a scan of the camp, her eyes landed on a group of crying women. A tug of recognition indicated they had also been taken from her village. Their expressions revealed they had already yielded to their new masters. Amber was not keen to join them. A determined look crossed the young woman's face, her freckled nose crinkling in anger at the men who ruined her whole life. It was a simple and uneventful one but goddammit it was hers! In a way, Amber was quite sheltered from the brutality of the world. She was lucky to have a kind Lord, and all her time working under him she never felt 'owned'. It seemed now that it would all change.

The girl turned her attention back to the interior of the tent. At this point, she was shivering from the dampness of her wet clothes but refused to wear what she had been provided. Instead, she snagged a large rag that was draped over the edge of a washbowl and began to pat herself as dry as possible. There she remained at the back of the tent, not quite cowering but far away enough that she wouldn't be in arm's reach of the man when he returned.

She ran through the demands she decided she'd make in her head. The girl wasn't dumb. She knew she wouldn't be allowed to walk free. But if she could negotiate - state that she would voluntarily work for the raiders and she would do so willingly as long as she was safe from being manhandled. Amber pictured her captor's enormous form, standing before her in just his codpiece, ready to have his way with her fragile body. She shuddered and quickly pushed that thought from her mind. She didn't her wild imagination making her scared and weak looking when she confronted the brute, his presences would be enough to do that, let alone the actions he was capable of.

 

[wolvenrogue]

Once he had the mutton boiling, Elias turned to the tent and looked through the gap in the flap to see just how his captive was doing at getting changed, only to find the little redhead cowering in the back of the tent still in her wet dress. Without opening the tent, he went around the back of the tent and quickly reaching beneath the skins it was made from, grabbed her ankle in his vice like hand, and dragged her under the tent material and out the back before lifting by her leg up side down , and carrying her that way around to the fire. Her dress fell down around her breasts and head exposing her creamy thighs,now somewhat soiled from being dragged through the mud, and the fiery red hair between them . Holding her higher, he tore the dress from her body, shredding it in the process, and throwing what remained of it in the fire. The other men in camp, noticing the commotion, hooted and hollered at the sight of the now naked woman hanging from Elias' hand by her ankle.

"Now maybe you will put on the shirt I provided, unless you prefer to remain naked." Elias bellowed at her turning her about and examining his prize, he reached over with his other hand and pinched her nipples. "I like those" he said. A huge dog that sat by the fire growled at the commotion. "It is alright Rex" Elias said to the animal as he held her over him and let the animal sniff and lick at the red fur between her legs . He carried her by the foot back in the tent and dropped her on the cot. "Now get dressed and don't get any ideas about leaving, you will never get by Rex, especially now that he's had a taste of you. " Leaving her in the tent, he went back outside to continue cooking his stew. "Rex old boy .... she is going to be a lot of fun!" there was laughter in the camp at his comment. " You boys have your own wenches! don't be lustin' after mine! I'll bust the head of anyone else who tries" .

After a few minutes, he opened the tent flap suddenly to check on his new captive and stood before the tiny woman grinning.