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Last day on the border (goog and FK)

Layra screamed as she was backhanded. She had never been abused before, never so much as had her hand slapped for misbehaving. SHe was the princess, the treasured jewel of her kingdom. She was the only heir, and so had been carefully raised. As Jensen licked the blood form her lip she held back a sob forcefully, glaring up at him through tears that now ran down her cheeks.

She tried to lay still as he pounded into her, keeping her mouth shut for the time being. She felt the ache all the way down to her bone from where he had backhanded her, and she wondered if she would have her first bruise by morning. She swallowed back a scream and just continued to press up on him, hoping it would all end soon.

"I'll . . . I'll kill it . . . I'll kill it before it's ever born." She felt like crying at the thought, at the thought of carrying his baby, at the thought of having to kill her own child. She had heard once that something like that would make it so she could never have children after that.

She had whispered the words to his chest, using them to strengthen her against the pain of his trusts and being forced down into the ground.
 
It seemed that she had learned her lesson, at least for the time being and with no more real fight left in her aside from the pushing against his chest Jensen gripped her hips and pulled her up against him, angling her so that his cum would be pouring down into her womb when he came. Knocking her up would help ensure his plans went off without a single hitch and what more could he possibly desire beyond this princess to stick his dick in and the throne to sit upon.

Then without any warning aside from a slight changing in his breathing he came, his cum pouring deep inside of her as he continued to thrust in order to drag out the orgasm as long as he could, holding her hips up so not a single drop would spill from her. “I doubt you would be able to go through with it... and if you did then I would just have to try again and again wouldn't I?” That seemed like it would be a pretty effective threat, keep her obedient with something she hated... and would soon grow to see as a reward.

Once more he kissed her, pushing his tongue deep into her mouth before breaking it off and climbing off her her, moving to use her hair to clean the blood and semen from his cock before he went to get dressed. “Get up princess, its not far from the fortress and an easy trip from there to the capitol.”
 
Layra finally gave in to the degradation, her tears running down her face as he held her so his semen would fill her womb. As he kissed her, her hands fell from his chest. SHe didn't want any of this, but for the time being, she had no choice but to go along with him. There wasn't even anyone to protect her out here, alone. She figured that he probably wouldn't abuse her as much once they were int eh capital, under his father's gaze.

She pulled her hair over her shoulder as she stood, trying to wipe the cum from her hair. She wiped at her tears angrily.

"Aren't you at least going to give me something to wear before you parade me through your city? You may just be using me, but I'm still a princess."

She was still wiping at her tears as she stood there, waiting for him to give her something to wear, or force her back on his horse.
 
HE watched as she tried to clean herself up and was greatly amused by that attempt, futile as it was. She was really quite proud and it would take quite a lot of effort on his part to break her of this pride, of course he would be enjoying every moment of it. As he once again dressed he watched her closely, pausing as he was about to put on his jacket.

True he could offer her the jacket so that she could cover up but he didn't see much of a point in it. Parading his captive to the fortress naked would bring him quite a bit of pleasure but... well he could always see how she would act if offered a choice.

“Get one thing straight.” He said, his voice very close to anger as he regarded her. “You might have been born a princess but now you are little more then my little rape slut and you don't get clothing unless I feel you need it. However, if you will ride into the city sitting between my legs then I will allow you to wear my jackets, its long enough to offer a decent amount of modesty.”
 
Layra turned red at the words he spoke, and her eyes flashed for a moment, but she was less than willing to go into the city with every bit of her bare flesh showing. She wrapped her arms over her chest as if to stay warm, and nodded. She'd do what she had to.

She stepped forward, braiding her long hair over her shoulder as she did and reached a hand out for the jacket. She looked up at him with her nearly violet eyes and for a moment she wanted to back away. The look in his eyes was frightening.

"Fine." She let her hands drop from her hair as she finished braiding it, leaving the ends loose. She stepped forward, closer to him than she wanted to be and reached out, taking a hold of his jacket, waiting for him to let it go. SHe was more than half afraid that he would change his mind at the last minute.
 
“In the future the proper thing to say will be yes master, once you have earned the privilege I might allow you to call me by my name.” He said sternly as he let her take the jacket from his hands. He wouldn't tolerate any disrespect from this bitch. Turning away from her before she pissed him off more then she had already done that.

Climbing back up onto his horse he moved it over toward her and offered her a hand up, if she tried to run then she would suffer like never before. “Come along dear, if you don't hurry then I might not be able to let you get any rest before I take you to the capitol tomorrow, I am sure that the people of the city will be excited to see you.”

No doubt she thought she would be safer there, be able to use her status to arrange for some sort of protection from him. But that was just foolish, she would be treated like no more then a common whore back there.
 
Begrudgingly, she put on his jacket, hugging it close to herself. It was not flattering, but it covered her. She pretended that she did not hear his words, raising her chin some in pride and defiance, but she took his hand, and let him pull her up on the horse. When her rump had settled between his legs, she leaned forward some, trying to put a little room between her back and his chest. She didn't want to have to touch him any more than she had to.

She wasn't going to try to run just yet. Soon, though, she'd make a break for it, try to get free of him. Preferably under the cover of night. She crossed her arms over herself again, and wished she could pull her knees up. She was in a land she had only entered a few times, a land for all intents and purposes strange to her, whose laws and customs were crude, as were, apparently, it's people. She wanted to scream at the man who was holding her captive, who had planted his seed in her womb and who planned to force her in to marriage, presumably so he could not only have his kingdom, but her own as well.

"I hate you. I'm going to hate you every day that I live." She spit the words out in spite, looking ahead of them, her head high and proud, her hands closing around the saddle horn. "I will pray every day for your death."
 
Not willing to let her show any short of independence he pulled her back against her, feeling her bare ass settling between his legs and pressing against his currently limp cock, but soon it would start hardening again with her against him. She would have to learn proper behavior very soon if she expected to live beyond her initial usefulness.

Reaching down between her legs his hand found her cunt, his seed leaking from it rather quickly and he shoved two fingers up inside of it in a small attempt to keep some in her womb. “You will keep your cunt free of any and all hair.” He said as his thumb sought out her clit to torment her, he wanted to bring her to the edge without giving her even a taste of the pleasure he could. “If I find any hair growing then I will beat your ass red.”

As she said she would hate him until the day she died he only laughed at her, knowingly or not she had inspired a new idea. “I really don't care if you hate me, I am going to fuck you regardless. I know right now you are probably thinking of how you will be able to escape from me but let me assure you that once I have placed my mark on you there won't be a place in the entire country that will hide you.”
 
Layra gasped and struggled some as he pulled her back against his hard chest. As he didn't remove his arm, she could not move away from him, and a moment later she gave a cry of surprise as she felt his fingers thrust into her sore cunt. She gasped and squirmed, settling only after he found her clit and began rubbing it. SHe blushed at this new desecration. She ad not known she could know pleasure like that, and she certainly hadn't wanted to find out this way, with the man who had just claimed and raped her, on the back of his horse.

She grabbed at his wrist and tried to pull it away, but she was stopped by his words.

"Your . . . mark?" She didn't like the sound of that. She was no idiot, and she had a feeling she knew where the comment was heading. Even just a moment of being frozen gave her body the time it needed to aclimate to his touch, and a moment later she was trying not to move against his hand, or moan low. SHe continued to hold on to his arm, ready to try pushing it away again, still staring out in front of the horse. "What do you mean by your mark?"
 
Her fighting was futile, again his strength made it easy for him to molest her however he liked and at the slow speed they were moving he could keep control of the horse just as easily. His fingers pressed deeper up inside of her and twisted to seek out her most sensitive area while his thumb continued its relentless assault on her clit. He knew she had to be getting some pleasure out of it no matter how good she was at covering it up, when you fucked as often as he did then you gained quite a bit of knowledge about the female form.

“My mark, my brand... when we get back to the fortress I will be marking you the same way that I marked my horse, a hot iron will leave my seal somewhere on your body... right in between your shoulders will probably be best.” He remarked before biting the side of her neck roughly, a temporary mark and he also wanted to see how she reacted to it, figuring out how to best enjoy his property.

As he did this his fingers moved faster in the assault, maybe if she behaved he would let her climax before he burned his seal into her back.
 
"A brand!!" Her voice was shrill in outrage and what was becoming fear. She had smelled the burning flesh of a freshly branded horse before, and she did not welcome the thought that the same thing would happen to her. She struggled a bit more, it was becoming harder not to react to his hand between her legs, but when she felt him bite her she cried out, high and sharp. Her nails dug into his wrist and she tried to twist her upper body.

His teeth had hurt, but had felt good, and she didn't want to think about that latter part. She felt herself push farther on his fingers as she twisted, and she finally gave into a moan without ever meaning to. She felt the shame and degradation of that one sound in every part of her body.

"I-I am not a horse to . . to be branded. You can't possibly . . . " She was beginning to lose her dignity, and very quickly. She had no idea how to handle a situation like this, and she was beginning to think that screaming and stomping her feet were the best way if not the most dangerous way. "You'll ruin me, even for yourself!"
 
Good, she had reacted just like he had wanted her too and now he would have a little more control over her because of the fear of the brand, it was hardly the only option available to him but it was certainly the most painful. He didn't do anything to stop her twisting or protests, just rode on like normal and took note of how she reacted to his bite, it seemed that his princess enjoyed a little bit of pain to mix in with the pleasure.

Her nails digging into him were a tad annoying but hardly enough to make him stop and he drove the horse on a little faster, the fortress coming into sight through the trees.

“Well then if you are willing to do something to earn it I will present you a different option.” He whispered against the skin of her neck where he had just bitten her, his tongue trailing up over the side of her face. “There is someone I know here who knows how to tattoo a persons flesh using a mild acid mixed with ink. It will hurt quite badly but not quite so bad as just a hot piece of metal would...”
 
She was beginning to want to cry as he tormented her, her faith that things would fall into place fading. It was becoming apparent that he truly enjoyed her pain and discomfort, and she didn't know how to face that. As he offered her a different choice, his tongue moving over her jaw, she felt her head drop some. Her body was moving with his fingers now, against her own will, because as her mind weakened her body was allowed to do more of what it pleased, to react to him.

"What . . . do you want me to do?"

She knew she was foolish to even give him this edge, she knew it was less a victory for her and more of one for him, but every time she imagined the brand hitting her flesh, she wanted to scream. Her nails dug a little deeper into his wrist as she tried to keep herself from truly crying. She didn't want him to win the battle, and she really didn't want him to know he had. She couldn't control her cunt, couldn't keep it from getting wetter, or clenching as he played with it, could hardly even keep her tone steady instead of giving in to the moans. She was beginning to tremble from the exertion of trying not to show the pleasure she was receiving.

He couldn't win, he just couldn't.
 
Now her nails were really digging in deep and Jensen was pretty sure he would be bleeding soon, that wouldn't do at all to show up with a sign that this young thing had managed to hurt him in any way at all. He needed to arrive proud and uninjured with the princess of a foreign land sitting against his chest and ready to scream with what would probably be her very first orgasm.

He wouldn't let her experience that though and as they rode through the gates of the fortress, guards looking up to observe their entry, Jensen withdrew his fingers and pressed them against her lips. “I want you to beg me.” He whispered. “You will beg and plead with me not to burn you and if you do a good enough job showing how humble you can be then I will let you have the second option instead.” He promised, meaning every word of it because if she was willing to debase herself enough to beg for mercy then she would have earned it.

Before she could give a response he barked at a nearby guard, ordering his brand be heated and a jar of the special oil be brought to his chambers.
 
The princess gasped with relief as Jensen's fingers slid out of her cunt. She was relieved that he wasn't continuing, and that she would be saved the shame of cumming for him. As his fingers pressed to her lips, though,s he was disgusted and tried to turn her head away, letting go of his arm. SHe could taste his cum and her arousal on him, and she didn't want to.

As he whispered what he wanted her to do to earn the tattoo instead of the brand her eyes grew wide. She couldn't- she WOULDN'T beg him, not for anything. She shook her head. She'd rather suffer the pain of the brand, she thought, than beg him.

She began to struggle slightly again, "No- no I won't! You- You can't expect me to beg you, not for anything! I'd rather you brand me a thousand times!"

SHe should have realized she was being brash, stupid, but the words were out before she could stop them, and once set, her mind could never be changed, not even by herself. She watched the guard rush off, and she knew she should start begging, but she just couldn't.
 
Jensen had hoped that the desire to feel release would have been enough to push her toward making the right choice and beg him. Not to bright of her to chose pride over less pain but if that is what she wanted he would happily let it happen after giving her one last chance to beg him not mar her terribly for life. Breaking her body was one thing but he wanted her spirit to be broken.

“You have until the brand arrives to change your mind princess.” He said as he climbed down from the horse and pulled her with him, tearing the jacket away from her body so that she once again stood naked and exposed to the gathering crowed in the center of the fortress courtyard. “Don't think that because I am offering you a chance to escape this that I am soft, if you disobey me in the future I won't hesitate to go much further then just a simple branding.”

The group around them was drawing in closer and hands were reaching out to pinch and grope his prize, for the moment he allowed them to continue with their molestation of his future bride, knowing they wouldn't go any further without his permission. “Well princess, will you beg me to spare you, or do I take you to my chamber and sear the flesh from your back.”
 
Layra's will was slowly breaking, and as the jacket was ripped from her body, her arms clutching around her chest, her legs trying to cross as she stood before him and the crowd of men, she felt the tears she had been holding back start to fall again.

As she was pinched and poked she started slapping at hands, pushing them away, but it was useless, for every hand she managed to push away, two more touched her. She was quickly losing hope, and as she began to realize how futile her struggle was she broke down.

"Yes-Fine- no stop touching me- please, Jensen . . . " She swallowed back a small sob of defeat as she tried to twist away from one extra curious hand, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry I was such a bitch, please, I don't want to be branded. I'll do anything, just please, don't brand me." SHe looked up at him with tears in her eyes, still just enough pride that part of her mind thought herself at least equal enough to do that, even if she had fallen as far as to beg him.

"Please," She could see the brand coming and her tone became more desperate. It was already heated, and just the sight of tit made her want to sob. "Please, Master, please don't." Her attention was slowly drawn from the hands as the brand came closer, and she was near to sobbing as she pushed herself back some, right into a waiting pinch or two. "Please don't do this." Her eyes never left the brand as it moved closer.
 
It was pretty funny to watch her braking down as she was being groped and molested, a few of the more desperate men around her had dropped trouser and started to beat off just to fuck with her a little bit more. Those he was almost tempted to put an end to but as she began to apologize he saw that it was working. He had her right where he wanted her and all he had to do was wait. Even her calling him master wasn't enough for him to put the game to an end just yet.

As the brand was passed to him he nodded and men stepped in and forced his prize her her knees. Advancing slowly he twisted the iron bar in his hands, teasing her by letting the glowing red tip swing past her face close enough that she had to be feeling the heat from it as it passed her. By now she had earned her way out of the burn but the ink wasn't quite here just yet so he was having a good time.

“You hear that boys!” He called out to the eager crowd who had backed away by this point. “The princess here had called me master. Well let me tell all of you that your beloved captain is soon going to have a whole lot more power just as soon as my little whore here is knocked up.” The pot with the ink and a brush was at his side by this point but he ignored it for now. “Tell the boys how much you enjoyed what we just did out in the meadow and I will put this iron down and pain the sign on your back.”
 
The princes cried out as she watched him take the brand in hand, men all around her forcing her to her knees in front of her. She shied away from any of them who had dropped their pants, her eyes now wide with desperation, and even fear. She yelped when the brand passed by her face, and she flinched, trying to back away from it.

As Jensen spoke she shook her head, slowly beginning to sob, her eyes never leaving the brand, even after the ink appeared. She didn't trust that he wasn't going to use the brand after all, even after she had humiliated herself, and would have to do so further.

"Please . . . " her eyes tracked the brand nervously, "Please don't make me . . ." As it passed just a little closer to her face she pulled back, her arms still held by a couple of men as she cried out.

"No! I loved it!! I- I loved it . . . I'm so glad you . . . you were my first. Please, please don't brand me . . . I loved it, your cock was a gift." Her last words came out as a sob. She was beyond humiliated, and she could feel some of the men moving in closer to her. She couldn't even pull away from them now as her head fell in shame, her hair falling over he shoulders some. She had never been treated so horrible, and she wasn't sure she'd ever get over it, or ever forgive him.
 
She seemed to be learning her place now and it only took the threat of intense pain to get this out of her. TO bad she didn't seem to understand that this would hurt her nearly as badly with the acid mixed into the ink to make it stick there when painted on. Seeing the guard who he knew was a gifted artist he passed off the pot and brush to him. “I want you to paint my personal sign onto her back, starting just below the neck and down to her ass.”

The artist nodded and the men holding her tightened her grips on her arms so that she wouldn't be able to move. “Normally I would paint that on you myself.” He said with a chuckle as he watched the paint be stirred by the brush as she artist moved her hair away from her neck. “But I think that it would be nice to give you something to keep from screaming while the seal is painted on you.” That and the fact that he wasn't the most inclined when it came to art, if he did then it would be flawed while his guard friend would do so perfectly.

As the brush was lifted from the pot and the black ink applied just below her neck Jensen removed his cock and put it to her lips, hearing the men around him laughing at her suffering and a few expressing envy at how he got to touch her before they could. “Go on, suck on your gift... and if I feel teeth I will brand your tits.”
 
Layra cried out as she was forced to the ground, sobbing as her hair was pulled from her shoulders. This mark would be much larger she realized, there would be no way of hiding it. She felt dirt on her face as it stuck to her tears, but she could not move to wipe it away as she was pinned down. It seemed the men were all too willing to get their hands on her any way they could.

As Jensen stepped forward and removed his cock from his pants she wanted to shake her head, but she was afriad that showing him howmuch she didn't want to do something wouold earn her the brand again. Instead, she opened her mouth, heeding his warning, and took his cock, her teeth safely away from it. SHe sucked on the head, inexperienced and clumsy and disgusted by the fact that she was being forced not only to suck a bastard's cock, but that she was being forced to do so in front of a crowd.

As the ink made it's first contact with her back she screamed and tried to move, but all that happened beneath the hands of the much stronger men was her muscles tensing and rippling. Her scream was muffled by the cock in her mouth, serving well as a gag. Her tears came a bit faster, and she began to realize that this pain was perhaps as bad as that of the brand. She pulled at teh men holding her, even as she continued to suck, feeling every smooth, slow stroke of the brush.
 
The men holding her arms had managed to move her hands over to their cocks and Jensen didn't say a word to stop them, for them to enjoy a quick hand job was very different from actually penetrating her in some way, if they wanted to force her to stroke their cocks while she was marked all the more power to them... it would just help to break her that much faster.

“You made the right choice Layra.” He told her as the tattoo continued to be painted onto her back, a faint curl of smoke rising from where it was applied. “The ink burns right now, I have no doubt. But let me assure you that it hurts far less then the hot brand would and it will heal quicker, leaving a much easier to see mark.” Hell even if she had taken the brand he might have had the ink applied to make sure that it was easily visible.

Groaning Jensen thrust against her mouth as the artist worked, watching as his personal seal took form. The thick black lines were taking up a large portion of her back but leaving enough flesh exposed to keep things interesting, if he were to estimate he would have to say that maybe a fifth of her flesh would be black with the tattoo by the time it was complete, and it wouldn't be long now.
 
Tears ran down Layra's face as Jensen took her mouth, the ink still burning badly. His cock was hard, and strained her jaw at the angle her head was forced to be.

As he hands were placed n bare cocks she tensed further, her hands instinctively closing to avoid touching the cocks, but instead closing around them. SHe could feel the men thrusting into her hands and she screamed around Jensen's cock.

As the last stroke of the brush was completed, her body relaxed some in relief, although she began struggling again to try to free herself. She wanted to scream at Jensen to stop, to rip at his guards cocks. She tried to dig her nails into one of them and felt her hand nearly crushed in the man's strong hand, and she screamed, releasing her grip.

As she screamed her throat opened to Jensen, allowing his cock further in, choking and gagging her, degrading and humiliating her further.
 
As he watched the final stroked of the brush be completed Jensen smiled a little bit, it really did look quite perfect and once the redness due to the burning went away he knew that the mark would be perfect, visible unless she dressed in the most modest of clothing, and he intended to show off her body to everyone he could in order to make that mark more visible. Gowns with their backs cut out, low corsets that forces her breasts up higher, he intended to leave at least part of that mark visible at all times.

As she relaxed enough to press his cock down her throat he nearly fucked her face, a few strokes were completed before he stopped himself and withdrew from her mouth. “No, I don't think I should spill my seed anywhere but in your pretty little cunny until you are carrying our child.” Jensen teased her before motioning the guards to release her.

The guards who had been enjoying her hands glowered for a moment but backed away, one of them hesitating for a moment to let her finish him off before he did as ordered. The captain took a moment to memorize who had done that so he could punish the guard later on. “Come along princess, lets get to my chambers so we can finish off the evening in a pleasing way.”
 
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