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Last day on the border (goog and FK)

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DomG

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Captain Jensen of His Majestic Elite Guard was ecstatic, for by this time tomorrow he would be a Commander in the Elite Guard, something that was unheard of for a young man of only twenty seven, the next oldest had a good ten years on him.

Of course he wasn't ignorant though, he knew that it was more then just his skill that was getting him the promotion, being the kings illegitimate son by way of a concubine and third in line for the throne made quite a great deal of difference. The odds of him getting the throne were slim though, two other heirs had died in the last year and his fathers health was failing... wouldn't last more then a few more months and even the magics of the court mages were doing very little.

Still the throne was the last thing on the young mans mind as he set out on his last patrol of the border. Technically he didn't have to do this anymore now that his promotion was going to have he back in the kingdoms capitol within a day... but he intended to enjoy his last day out along the boarder between his own kingdom of Elohim and the long time rival country of Cartasian.

There was a particular part of the border, right on the edge of the kingdoms where a wonderfully clear pool of water lay, very few knew about it but at times Jensen had seen young women from Cartasian swimming there... and since this was his last day he intended to enjoy himself.

As he neared the water pool Jensen slowed his horse and climbed down, progressing on foot.
 
Princess Layra smiled as she sunbathed on a rock. She was wearing nothing, her ladies in waiting surrounding her, most of them dressed scantily if at all. They had been swimming most of the day, and Layra planned on jumping in again soon, as soon as she baked the chill of the water from her bones.

She loved the first shock of the water hitting her after she had warmed herself.

Layra had long golden hair that fell nearly to her waist, her body was the body of a fertile young woman. One day she would bear many heirs, her father often told her, and do her country good. She hated the idea of only being useful in bearing heirs, and she told her father so nearly as often as he opened his mouth.

Layra ran her fingers through the ends of her nearly dry hair and smiled, standing on the rock and jumping back into the water to the cries of a number of her ladies, both of concern and of glee. The water was terribly shocking, ad she opened her eyes as she swam for a moment beneath the surface, breaking through it a moment later and tasking a gasping breath of air, laughing as her hair splayed out around her.
 
It was to good to be true, at first Jensen had merely intended to take one of the women across the boarder and use her for a while, probably dropping her off at the barracks for the troops so they could also sample the wears of a foreign land. But among the lovely young women he happened to see one stood out, not only because she was more attractive then the rest but because her face was a well known one to Jensen.

It was true that he was an illegitimate child but he tended to attend state affairs anyway, including dinners with foreign royalty, dinners that often included a ball of some kind and while at one of them he had seen this particular young lady... the princess Layra.

Immediately a plan formed in his mind, while it was true that he stood little chance of inheriting the throne on his own with a prize like this he could easily raise his status. In a moment ambition that had not existed before was suddenly awakened, this princess would provide more then a lovely afternoon of pleasure, she was his ticket to real and true power.

Looking around and seeing no guards he was pleased to see that she appeared to be alone. Moving as silently and stealthily he could he slipped into the water and toward the princess, a small knife drawn to make taking her with him away from her companions a little easier.
 
Layra closed her eyes as she swam, enjoying the frigid water. Her nipples ached from the cold, and ever muscled in her body was refreshingly tense. As she broke the surface of the water she gasped, grinning and throwing her hair back. SHe gasped as she opened her eyes, realizing that it was no longer just her and her ladies. Coming towards her was a man. She moved quickly, but going from treading water to swimming in an instant was difficult, and before she knew it, the man was nearly on top of her.

Diving under the water, she tried to move around or under him, but her body brushed agianst his and she realized it would be too difficult to escape him this way.

Her mind raced as she tried to grasp the edge of familiarity, trying to remember the face she almost recognized.
 
She had made a few mistakes, the first was misjudging how deep the water was and while it was deep enough that she could swim Jensen's feet just barely touched the bottom, so when she tried to swim beneath him all she did was brush up against him and make it really easy to grab a hold of her.

Her second mistake was one that she had made quite some time ago, her hair was long and beautiful that was for certain but the length made it really easy for the Captain to just reach down and wrap his hand it.

As he got a hold of her his plan took on a more concrete shape, not only would he take her and use her as a hostage, but he would fuck her, force her to marry him and then claim land in her kingdom in order to make sure that he could inherit his own throne. Twisting his hand he moved to pull her back up the the surface, his face twisted by a grin of lust and greed as his eyes met hers. “Oh yes.” He whispered with a chuckle. “You will do very nicely.”

Lifting his knife he made sure that it would easily seen. “I don't want to scar my future bride, but if you fight me I will cut you.”
 
The princess screamed as she broke the water, twisting in the man's grip. She noticed right away that he had a soldier's body, thick, strong arms and a hard chest. The next thing she noticed was the knife in his hand. She raised her chin with pride, even as she stopped struggling in self defense.

"If you know who I am you would be wise to remove your filthy hands and set me free. I am not some maid, to be handled in such a way."

Her voice was full of haughty self-righteousness. Her long blonde hair clung to her face and body, and her hands were steady, even in the face of the man who had captured her.
 
She was perfection embodied, his eyes roamed over her and he licked his lips, nothing more then a sweet little morsel for him to devour. Oh the fun that he would soon be having, girls like this were normally so sheltered that they had never known the touch of a man, well she would much sooner then she could imagine.

And a feisty little thing, he had a fucking knife out and she was still so confident in her power, having no idea what was coming. Moving the blade forward he stroked the flat against the side of her face, delicately caressing a cheek as he began to pull her toward the shore and his own boarder.

“I know just who you are.” He whispered, using the blade to lift some of the hair that was obscuring her breast. “You are the princess of Cartasian, I have seen you more then once at royal functions.” His feet were finding more solid purchase and soon he would have her up on dry land, from there it was just a matter of ridding away. “That was your old life, from this moment on you are my personal rape slave... I am going to defile you in every way imaginable and teach you some proper manners.”
 
Layra's breath caught in her chest as she felt the cold steel of the blade against her cheek, and she jerked her head to the side, barely managing not to cry out from the pain she caused herself, with his hand still tangled in her hair. As he began to move she had no chose but to follow, her small frame not giving her legs long enough to touch the bottom.

His admission that he had seen her at court staggered her for a moment, and she stared up at his face, suddenly placing him.

"You- You're the bastard son! The one the king has coddled at his teat since you were born!" She nearly spat the words, struggling to keep up with him. As he feet touched solid ground she stumbled slightly and ran to keep up with me.

"I will not be made some bastard's wife! I will not be anyone's whore!" She began to struggle, the blade forgotten as her naked body became more visible to the man. Her bare feet slapped agianst the stones around the spring, and with her hair wet it clung ot her flesh past the first curves of her buttocks.
 
If similar insults hadn't already been thrown at him then Jensen would have likely killed her right then and there. But this was hardly the first time that he had been called that, the kings legitimate children had thrown similar venom at him before their own untimely deaths. Still he wouldn't let such a challenge to his power off lightly, right now might not be the time but soon she would learn.

Twisting his wrist he yanked roughly on her hair in an attempt to make her end her meaningless struggle, he had height, weight, and muscle mass that she didn't and there was very little she could do to him at this point. “Hardly the only bastard child.” He pointed out with a laugh, ignoring the insults for the time being. “One of about a dozen, and right now he only has bastard children so it hardly matters anymore.”

With a low whistle he called for his horse who faithfully trotted out of the tree line. “Right now you don't have much of a choice in what happens in your life, you already are my whore... the sooner you accept this the more you will learn to enjoy the situation.” Climbing up onto the horse he pulled her hair, making it clear that she could either get on the horse, over his lap or get dragged along behind him. “As for the marriage, in my land any man can have any woman who can claim her.”
 
The princess cried out as her hair was pulled, and for a moment she was silent, her nearly purple eyes cold and glaring at the bastard son of her enemy king. She knew her struggles would be futile, he was quite a bit larger than her, and he had years of military training to make him strong.

She cried out as he got onto his horse, pulling her hair again, and she grabbed onto his leg. She tried to throw her leg over the horse, but found she couldn't and instead she found herself slung over the horse;s back.

"When you sleep I'll cut your throat and watch your blood spill." Her words were filled with venom, her eyes cruel. SHe was a princess who had never been touched, had never been treated with such roughness.
 
He had intended to have her wind up across his lap so he could punish her if she got mouthy again but this would work just fine. Her threat however was something that he would need to punish her for later on down the line, by that evening she would be black and blue from the lesson that he would be teaching her.

“I sleep lightly.” He growled as he spurred his horse off toward the fortress where he had lived for the past two years. “An older brother of mine threatened the same thing when I was a child, needless to say he was unable to enact his threat.” He had grown up an unlikely candidate to become king, his entire life had been full of assassins, at first untrained attempts and then later professionals had given it a shot.

They wouldn't be making it to the fortress though, already they were deep inside of his own countries territory and he knew normal patrols would keep anyone away from them. About half way between the fortress and the pool of water he came to a stop in a secluded little meadow, roughly pushing his captive bride to be from the horse before climbing down himself.
 
Layra cried out as she hit the ground. The indignity infuriated her, and she looked up at the man that had claimed her as captive in pure hatred. She pushed herself to her feet, and her small body moved quickly. She was backing away from him even as his feet touched teh ground, ready to run when he reached for her. Her hair was wild around her, tangled and half dried.

"Obviously your brother was a simpering fool. I, on the other hand, am not." It was hard to believe a virgin woman could look so prideful and in control when she was standing naked before a man she did not know past name and face.

"If you touch me I'll bite off your fingers,"

She was low on verbal ammunition though,a s far as threats went. She was only a woman, weaponless and stripped of everything. She was ready to run off into the woods surrounding the clearing if she must. Her blood rushed with anger so heavy she could not yet feel the fear she should at her situation.
 
He watched as she scrambled back from him, advancing slowly to keep the distance between them the same as be began to remove his clothing, first went the large and well worn leather jacket that he wore, followed soon by the simple cotton shirt that was beneath it. His trousers followed soon after, leaving him clad only in his boots and a simple undergarment that didn't hide the rather massive bulge growing there.

“You really are in no place at all to threaten me.” He pointed out as he closed the distance between them, reaching out for her to pull her against his chest, while he was going to be breaking her in half he would take his time first, after all a princess was one hell of a step up from his normal 'victims'.

“I will hurt you.” He explained, speaking calmly as if contemplating what kind of wine he would enjoy with dinner. “One way or the other you have already earned quite a bit of pain, but if you don't submit now I will not only fuck your royal cunt but I will also be brutally screwing you ass and then turning you over to the men under my command who will treat you you far worse then I will.”
 
Layra gasped as she was pulled agianst the man's naked chest, and for a moment she was frozen agianst him. As he held the back of her head so that she was looking up at him, she pushed against his chest. His words were enough to still her for a moment.

"You wouldn't dare . . . . you wouldn't." She didn't sound as sure as she had a moment ago. There was still no fear in her voice, but there was uncertainty. She stared up at him as if gauging what he would and would not do. As she tried to push herself away from him she felt her breasts brush against his chest and she began to flush red for teh first time, as if realizing that she was naked, and in teh arms of a man.

"My father will kill you, and your king." Her voice was lower now. She was squirming against him, trying to free herself form his grasp in a writhing fashion. "And I will remove the cocks of every man who touched me."
 
She was wrong, he would do it though he wouldn't be happy about it. He was incredibly possessive and viewed what was his as his alone, anyone challenging him on that would quickly learn a lesson. But he was more then just possessive and if that was what it took in order to teach her what her new place was... if she wouldn't learn then he would even hand her over to the wolf hounds that he kept back home in the capitol. “Never question about what I will or what I won't do to you if you don't obey everything I say.”

He laughed, reaching behind her to squeeze her ass as he pulled her tighter against him, grinding and enjoying tormenting her right now. She might not be afraid of him right now but soon enough she would learn that he was something to be terrified of when he was not pleased.

“You don't seem to understand what is going on Princess.” His voice low and mocking, her tone almost an insult as he continued to molest her rear and reaching up between her thighs. “I found you on my side of the boarder, that means that you are a prisoner of the kingdom of Elohim... now instead of letting you rot in some prison with all the monsters a captain, soon to be commander of the the guard, has decided to take you into his personal custody... and you will be so grateful that you marry him.”
 
She cried out as she felt his hand on her ass, moving down between her thighs, and she began to struggle harder, trying to break free of his strong arms. SHe was so small, though, that she hardly came to his shoulder, and she had no chance of ever overpowering him.

"I would NEVER willingly marry you." Her voice was harsh now, angry. She wanted his hands off of her, she wanted him to stop molesting her. His threats meant as little to her as hers did to him. She tried to twist in his grasp so that her back was to him and she could push his hand away, but she found it difficult.

"Stop-Stop touching me!" She felt herself turning brighter red with rage and shame. No man had ever been between her legs, not in any way, and she felt dirty now that one was touching her so intimately. SHe could feel his hard cock against her stomach as well, and that only worsened teh situation.

"You are beneath me! I would never marry a bastard, not even a bastard prince." She spit the last word at him, her small hands fists against his chest.
 
As she fought against him Jensen found that it turned him on even more then he already was and he removed his undergarment, his now bared erection pressed against her stomach. Let her fight, he was going to win the fight and sooner or later she would understand just how futile it all was. He wanted to be looking her in the eyes when the fight went out of them, when her spirit was crushed into submission.

Now that she was twisted around he ground into her back, the silky hair feeling delicious as his hand had easier access between her thighs and his other hand mauled her breast, roughly squeezing and pulling at her nipples. He considered just taking her ass right then and there, save her cunt for later on but he pushed that thought away... he could wait to do that later on.

Then her words made him pause for a moment though, the molestation pausing as he considered her words. “I am beneath you?” He asked, an edge of rage in his voice making it very clear that if she pushed him further she would suffer greatly. “I think I need to show you that I am the one on top in this situation.”

Suddenly he pushed her away and as she fell to the ground he pounced, pinning her to the ground. “Beg me princess, if you beg me I might just spare you what is about to come.”
 
Layra pushed at Jensen's hand, trying to force it away from her, but even both her arms against his one seemed to do her no good. She cried out in frustration and anger, but a moment later, she was free. Free, and toppling quickly toward the ground. She had no more than hit it when she felt his body atop hers, and his words sunk in.

"Get off of me! Get OFF of me!" I will never beg you for anything. I wouldn't give you the satisfaction!" She squirmed beneath him, trying not to feel his hard cock, his body pressing down on hers. SHe tried to crawl from beneath him, her fine, pretty nails clawing at the ground.

"You have no right!" She was beginning to feel the desperation of her situation, and she tried to pull herself from beneath him, pressing her body lower to the ground, hoping to put some space between herself and him. "You have no RIGHT! I'm a princess!! I'm the heir to my kingdom! You're just a whore's son! You can't do this to me!"
 
Her body warm soft and twisting beneath him was beyond any description, normally women only put up a half hearted fight when he was taking them, his status was enough to make them willing to submit once they realized what situation they were in, but she was still fighting and that alone made her stand out. He hoped that she didn't give up this spirit easily, if she just broke then he would grow bored quite fast.

As she struggled and tried to crawl away from him Jensen pressed his lips against those of the princess, a mockery of a normally tender gesture. Odds are that she had been raised sheltered and closely monitored, her first kiss would just be something else that he could take away from her.

He broke off the kiss quickly though, not wanting her to bite him. “If I can't do this then something had better stop me soon.” He pointed out before he thrust against her, it took a few tries before he actually penetrated her but the moment he found his mark his powerful body pushed him deep inside of her, dry but tight and hot, it was something he would really enjoy once he had her trained properly.
 
The princess was silenced for a moment by his kiss, her breath catching. She had not expected that, and her face darkened some. She jerked her head away form him as he ended the kiss. She spit up at him, tears of fury gathering in her eyes.

Soon, though,s he was screaming in pain as he thrust inside of her. Her back arched at the pain, pressing her upper body agianst him as she struggled. She felt her hymen break and tears of pain filled her eyes. She hit at his chest, the dryness of her body quickly disappearing as her virgin blood leaked form her.

"No! NO!" She fought beneath him, fighting her tears as well. She scratched at his chest, drawing blood for her own blood. Her hands moved up quickly to his throat and she tried to close her hands around his thick neck, wanting to choke him, wanting to force him off of her. SHe found it hard to believe that she had lost her virginity this way, and the thought nearly toppled all of her pride. Still, she fought, tryng not to let herself give in to him.
 
At least she wasn't dry anymore, the blood wasn't the best lubricant but he had no intention to be gentle with her and knew that he could get more of it whenever he liked. Without giving her a moments worth of time to adjust he quickly began to thrust against her, each time pulling almost all the way out and then burying himself deep inside of her with a brutal push.

That spitting thing was something he was willing to over look because of how great her cunt felt but as she scratched him he felt blood draw and her adorable attempt to strangle him... now that was a little more then he would tolerate from his slut of a princess. “Learn your place.” He barked at her as he wrapped a hand around her throat, squeezing tight.

As he continued to fuck her and tighten his grip he spit back down in her face, degrading her anyway he could think of. “By the laws of this land I have the right to keep whatever I can take... I just took you... you are something I am going to use as I see fit and the moment I don't need you and you cease to please me I will discard you.”
 
Layra's eyes grew wider as she grasped at the bastard prince's arm, trying to pull his hand away from her throat as she fought to breathe. She flinched when he spit at her, struggling beneath him. To her great chargin, every time she arched her back to try to push him away form her, she drove him in deeper. His cock hurt her, she had never dreamed her first time would be like this. She felt tears of anger in her eyes as she dug her nails into his arm.

"N-No!"

She could not believe any country would treat people this way, any people let alone a princess. That they could just take and claim someone, and keep them, they they became legally theirs . . . It was infuriating and disheartening.

"Let . . get off of me . . . let me go home . . . or I'll make sure . . . that . . you pay!" The pain made it hard for her to speak, and what was worse, she realized her body was reacting to him even as the rest of her fought.
 
As she struggled and again tried to order him to let her go home he squeezed hard at her throat one last time before releasing her, he didn't want to let his soon to be wife expire just because she had earned his anger. He would remain in control of himself and beat her ass red later on if she continued to resist him, but for the time being he would keep her somewhat intact.

“You still don't get it.” He growled before claiming her lips in a searing kiss, this time not bothering to break it off quickly for fear of being bitter. If she did something that stupid then she would learn a lesson quite quickly. “From the moment I dragged your dripping body from that pool of water you became my property, there is nothing that you can do about it. Right now you are mine to use and abuse for as long as I desire, the best way to ensure a long life is to avoid fighting me.”

There was an idea though, something he could could use to properly break her spirit and get her to go along. “Of course the marriage might be smoothed over a little bit if you were to be carrying my child.” He whispered as he continued to fuck her.
 
The princess was silenced as Jensen's mouth pressed down on hers. She struggled for a moment, but found it more difficult as he kissed her. She imagined biting him, and then imagined what would happen if she did. She decided that she wanted to survive long enough to make his life a real hell. As he pulled back and spoke, whispering to her, her eyes widened.

"No! NO!" Tears showed in her eyes at the prospect of carrying his child, and she struggled a little harder. The crush of his mouth on hers had made her mouth hurt, and her lips tingled now. Her hands spread wide on his chest, biting her lip. "Don't, I don't want to have your children!" Her body bucked against his, and she gasped at the sudden pain as her hips met his body. She knew she should lay still and quiet, should let him do what he wanted, but she found she just couldn't. The thought of her womb growing heavy with his child made her want to scream, and that made it impossible for her to lay still beneath him, her blonde hair growing dirty on the ground.
 
He was glad that she had the brains not to bite him, if she had done that he probably would have been pissed off enough to let his fist fly into her face. A princess with an offset nose would hardly do so instead he just lashed out with the back of his hand across her jaw as she objected to carrying his child, the bitch really had to learn her place.

“Shut your mouth.” He hissed before he dipped his head down to lick a little bit of blood from her lip, apparently she had bit herself when he back handed her. As he glared down at her he continued to fuck her as hard as he could, driving toward his own release without caring about making her enjoy it. Right now was all about him establishing his dominance and owner ship of her, later on he could show her the pleasures he would offer if she behaved herself.

“It is the duty of a wife to bear the children of her husband, and to make sure that there are no objections the marriage will take place as soon as I am able to confirm that you are carrying my child, I am sure your father wouldn't want you to raise a bastard.” He spit the final word at her.
 
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