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The Horde (Tyr & Forbidden6ex)

Satisfied by the result on her first nipple, he steps forward again. The hand with the needle remains at his side, the other hand reaching up and grabbing the unmarred nipple. Telgar tilts down and kisses her neck and ears, and works its way to her mouth as he prepares the nipple. The thumb and forefinger tug, pull and roll her little perky nub, as his lips envelope hers. The kiss was that of a master and a slave, for he doesn’t ask, he simply takes it. Telgar’s large frame briefly touching hers, her punctured nipple leaving a little trail up blood on him. He didn’t care that pressing against her might cause her pain or discomfort; he was simply making her ready and taking what was his. The fingers continued to work her nipple as the other hand waited for the right moment to strike. He broke the kiss and let know he was about to strike again.

Prepare yourself!
 
She lifted up on her toes, almost as if she where reaching up for his kiss... The kiss helping distract her mind from the pain her body was feeling... His body pressed hard against hers, his mouth taking hers she let out a soft moan into his kiss.

As he broke the kiss, his rough fingers already preparing the other nipple for the same treatment. Her eyes where filled with tears, to afraid to say anything... she moaned loudly as he gave the nipple one finally hard tug pulling and stretching it out away from her body..
Finally she blurted out ... it was out past her lips before she could stop it. " Oh god please don't Master!" the fear evident in her deep blue eyes. Perhaps even more fearful then she was the first time, cause this time she knew the pain that would be inflected yet again.
 
The young girl responded to his kiss as she should and pressed herself willingly against him. Telgar was disappointed but not surprised when she begged him not to do it, though she did say it in the right way so it didn’t anger him. Still it wasn’t her choice and it wasn’t what he wanted. With the kiss broken, he just shook his head in the negative to her pleading request, his eyes going down to her nipple that he had pulled and held distended. The other hand lifts up, bringing with it the long bloodied metal prong, which he lines up, knowing that delaying it would serve no purpose.

It is time slave.

Was all Telgar said as he drove it into and through her unmarred nipple. The sharp needle easily piercing her soft sensitive nub, its red tip growing in length and size at it exited her perky nipple. As before he drove it back and forth, making sure the hole was of sufficient size, blood beginning to pool and drip from the abused and punctured nipple. Finally though his task was done, he pulled the red smeared piece of metal from her body and walked back to the remaining gold circle retrieving it. His current mutilation of her body being done.
 
as the needle drove through her pert nipple she felt her legs go weak as if it weren't for the restraints holding her wrists she would have collapsed from the pain.. her chest was streaked with ribbons of blood as she looked down at the needle as it extended from one side of her nipple to the other... fallowed by the same twisting and turning the Telgar had applied to the first nipple.

Once Telgar pulled the needle from her nipple the pain was short lived... even as the blood still flowed from the tiny hole that he had created... she was still sobbing and shaking when he grabbed hold of the nipple so he could again adorn it with the golden ring.
 
Telgar having cleaned and put away the needle, he came back to inspect what he had done, and he was pleased. The two golden rings glistened as they ran through her nipples, both gorgeous additions to her body and a clear representation of her new status. The young girl was barely standing as she sobbed the pain obvious on her face. Telgar reaches out and wipes away one of her tears, his finger tip leaving a bloody smear mark on her face as he watches her.

You did well, I’m pleased. You will wear them proudly and let others know that you are owned.

While he spoke he slides one of his large rough fingers into her mouth so she could suckle and clean his bloodied finger.

You are looking ever more like a real woman.

Of course almost every woman within the tribe was by definition a slave, which may or may not have been lost on the girl. While his finger softly slid in and out of her mouth, his other hand touched the gold rings, not pulling on them, but simply circling them with his finger tip.
 
Tears had been raining down her soft cheeks when Telgar wiped them away... her deep blue eyes filled with tears as she looked up at him ... his soft words and kind gesture not easing the pain she felt as the blood continued to trickle down her porcelain skin.

She didn't want to be owned or even be a woman yet... she wanted to be back at home asleep on her bed made of soft furs, not chained to some post. She wanted to be asleep surrounded by her brother and sisters, her mother and father. but she would never know that again as the man that called himself her master slipped his bloody finger into her moist mouth...

She gently suckled on the finger , closing her eyes as his other hand brushed against her pierced nipples. Even the slightest touch against the newly pierced nipples rang out in pain. In response to the pain she sucked on his finger even harder muffling her tiny yelps. suckling the way a baby would trying to find some comfort.

During all of this, the piercing, the kiss, the rubbing and the suckling she found her pussy had grown wet and rich with her juices as then dripped down the inside of her tender 14 yr old thighs.
 
The slave suckled on his finger with her eyes closed, there was a small jerk from her small body, when his finger tip caressed her nipple ring, accompanied by a muffled little yelp. The sound was almost cute, that Telgar, withdrew his finger from one ring and moved to the other, repeating the circular motion as he played with her new jewelry. The winced and reacted as he expected, expect there was something else, some different. There was a small amount of perspiration appeared on her brow, that was nothing of note, but as Telgar’s eyes trailed down her body, he could see that she was dripping between her legs, and he was sure it was not perspiration. Withdrawing his fingers from her mouth, and not her nipple, he reaches down between her legs to confirm what he believed.

Are you wet slave?

Telgar said as his finger grazed her sex, and the finger on the other hand played with her nipple a little more roughly. The question obviously was rhetorical as his finger would know the truth of her condition.

Tell me why you are wet slave?

The finger hooks her ring and gently gives it a pull as he awaits her answer.
 
She moaned even louder as he moved to the other nipple..

suddenly she felt terror building inside her thinking she did something wrong as he looked down and saw her juices dripping down her creamy thighs.

"I...I...I dont know," she said nervously almost breathlessly as he continued to play with her sore nipples... "Master... I..I do not know why I am wet.." she said as her body was trembling even harder each time he tugged on the nipple ring.. Now she really wanted to close her legs... she felt so embarrassed that she had gotten wet when he pierced her nipples.. but she couldn't close her legs as he kept his hand down there playing with her wet slit.. and it wouldn't stop getting wetter.. and she couldn't stop getting redder even more embarrassed. "Master I'm sorry" she said almost on the verge of crying
 
Telgar smiled as the girl spoke of her confusion, not because he thought her stupid or ignorant, but instead to her nativity. What was happening to her, he had seen it before, not in every girl, but in those few very special girls, that were so prized above others. So as he helped explain her condition, his fingers played with her every dampening pussy, while the other tugged and pulled on her abused and punctured nipple, using the gold ring to do it.

Don’t be sorry slave! Take pride that you truly are special, some come to it, but you were born to serve. Every part of you yearns for submission. Every woman has it is within her, even if they deny it, but within you the need to serve and submit is very strong.

Telgar’s skilled fingers continued to play with her dripping slit, while the other pulled a little harder on the ring, the nipple starting to bleed again, he even gave it a little twist.

You may not know it yet, but no man but a master would have pleased you. Any man that treated you with a soft hand or as an equal would have done you a disservice and brought you nothing but misery and unhappiness. Thank the gods child, that you were captured and have the pleasure of serving and surrendering yourself, for your destiny has been found, the purpose for which you were born has been met.
 
Her whimpers where mixed with moans, and her moans where mixed with whimpers as she rose up on her toes doing the little ouchie dance while he tugged on her sensitive nipples. Her face flushed .. she couldn't hold still.. between him playing with her pussy and tugging on her nipple at the same time.

She didn't really comprehend what he was trying to tell her .... "ahhhh" her body jerked her hips bucked up making her pussy push against his hand some more... she looked almost shocked.. and then Telgar twisted the nipple ring so hard her nipple started bleeding again... she threw her head back the only thing holding her was the leather restraints tied to her wrists as she moaned and screamed out loud.

she wanted to yell at him and tell him to stop... she wanted to tell her body to stop but it was acting with out her control, as she was almost climbing on top of his fingers.. her little pussy dripping wet.. Her mind was saying no but her pussy was saying yes as it hungered for his fingers... with her head thrown back .. the room filling with her moans.. tears where running down the side of her face at the same time. Her hips where bucking even harder then before. Suddenly her whole body trembled as she lifted her head.. her eyes wide.. "Masterrrrrrrrrrrrr" she screeched as her cum started to pour from her pussy squirting all over his hand and down her thighs. Her orgasm lasting a good two minutes until she was finally drained.
 
Telgar’s task done, he steps back as the young girl began to orgasm, and not any orgasm, but a true slave's submission orgasm. Her arousal not only flowed but gushed from her, her inner thighs, his hand, and now the floor of the tent were soaked in her moisture. The aroma of her submission aroused him, how could it not, for that was the effect any true slave would have on a man. Telgar withdrew his hand from between her legs, and he let go of her new jewelry and just stood there enjoying the sight of her surrender.

As he waited for her to recover, he licked his wet fingers clean, enjoying the taste of her slave’s nectar that coated them. His only disappointment was that he didn’t have the opportunity to drink of her submission. She was young and inexperienced that was clear, but so to it was clear to Telgar exactly what she was, and what she was meant to be. He had chosen well and knew that she would bring in much joy in the years to come. Even with his strong will, he found it hard, not to throw her down into his furs and ravage her young body, such was the allure of true slave to a real man. Within his leather his body stirred, his breathing increased, she exuded a sexual allure that was hard if not impossible to ignore. Still he knew that she was far from trained and still far from coming to believe and accept her destiny.

So he leaned in and kissed her as she hung from the pole her legs not even holding her up. Her body and now the tent filled with the strong aroma of her surrender. His large strong arms wrapping around her and holding her, till she had enough strength to stand on her own.
 
Her body shook and trembled as her orgasm raced through her. Her head rolling from side to side as she moaned out loud .. her legs shaking so much she couldn't even stand if it weren't for the restraints.

As her breathing became more under control her moans dieing down to a soft whisper.. she felt the moisture between her legs.. she slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"I'm sorry Master,I know I should have said something.. but.. I don't know what happened.. it happened so fast"

the she felt his arms go around her holding her up.. at first she thought he was going to punish her.. but then he did something she didn't expect, he kissed her and held her up.. she softly moaned into his kiss feeling relief wash over her that he wasn't angry with her.
 
When the small girl had her legs back under her, Telgar released his embrace and let their lips part. With his body still pressed against hers, he reached up and lowered her chains so she was no longer suspended from the pole above. Some of the blood of her nipples trailed down his chest, as he backs away. Taking the chains he secured them tightly to one of the poles running vertically near the center of the tent, making sure they didn't give her much room for maneuvering. He walked over to the mound of furs, and tossed one in her direction, near the pole she was bound to.

Shush girl, you are a slave, and reacted only as a slave can. Take joy in the fact that you have found your calling.

His finger indicated the single fur that was now adjacent to the pole.

The more you accept, the more you will revel in the joy of your new life. Now it is time to sleep, you have not yet to earned the right to occupy my furs, but you may yet have that honor.

The matter done, Telgar move to quench the torch lighting the inside of the tent, and moves to the pile of furs to sleep.
 
When he let go of her, her legs where still weak but she was able to stand.. still a bit shaking.. she moaned out loud when he released her wrists they fell down in front of her such a relief .. they felt so heavy as the blood rushed back to her limbs. She fallowed him over to yet another pole where he quickly bound her again this time like he had so many nights outside of his tent.

When he tossed the fir it landed by her feet.. her big blue eyes looked up at him as if to say whats this.. All she had known for the past week was being tied to the pole outside his tent and sitting and sleeping on the cold bare ground.. It took her a moment to register what he was doing..

She moved to straighten the fur out under her then sat down.. She almost forgot how soft and warm it felt to be even sitting on a fur never mind sleeping on one... As he extinguished the torch he wouldn't see the tear running down her face..

"Thank you Master" she said in a soft voice as she laid down on the fur.
 
[My turn for a short post.]

The young slave thanked him as she lay down on the fur, Telgar not seeing the tears that ran down her face as he went to sleep. Nodding off to sleep, Telgar thought how good it was to be a warrior of the Horde, and to have and to own slaves, it just felt so right, especially when he had one as sexy as his most recent acquisition. It wasn’t long before his mind slipped into dream, and he began to do battle, slay his enemies and ravage their women. Within his furs he laid there, the camp outside becoming quite, though a scream or two either of horror or pleasure could be heard. None of these seemed to roust him from his deep sleep. More than once in his dreams the girl that screamed and writhed beneath him, was his new slave girl, her young body a pleasure to conquer, over and over again.
 
It had been a long day for Kayla and it hadn't taken long for her to fall into sleep. While Telgar was dreaming of is battles and conquests Kayla lay tossing and turning every now and then tiny whimpers and cries would escape her from her dreams.


[ sorry couldn't think of much to post while she was sleeping ]
 
Telgar enjoyed a deep rested sleep, as he dreamed the night away. Finally with the rising sun, the sound of chickens, dogs and the general life that was the Horde camp he awoke. He slowly rolled to a sitting position, and could see his newest possession curled up atop the single fur. Her small sexy body lying prone on the floor, the blood was dried and caked on her nipples. Looking more closely he could see she had the dried residue of her prolific orgasm, trailing from her little smooth pussy and down her legs. Telgar had woken this morning as his did most with a hard on and an urge to pee, looking over at his captive he knew exactly what he wanted.

Stretching his arms and legs, while he yawns Telgar arose from his pile of furs, his body recuperated from the past day's fun. The small thing looked so cute as she huddled on the fur, curled almost in a ball. The slave was asleep which just showed her inexperience, as an experienced slave would have been up to serve her Master, still it just showed that much training was necessary. There was no time like the present to continue her education. Standing over her, he gave her swift kick, not enough to break anything, but more than sufficient to roust her from her slumber.

Awake slave!

Telgar waits a moment before continuing.

You should be up, waiting to serve me.

His almost hard cock hanging between his legs before her, his hulking form standing over her.
 
She was jolted awake by the swift kick in her side. She made a tiny yelping sound as she held her side and scrambled up into a sitting position. then her tiny hands rubbed at her eyes rubbing the sleep away. She looked up at Telgar looming over her, the first thing she was was his stiff hard on.

"Master" she murmured weakly, bringing her hand up in front of her not knowing if he was going to strike her again. Then she realized that he must want her to do something about his hard cock... so with the same hand she went to shield herself, it now reached out and took his cock as she came up on her knees in front of him. The chain was still to short for her to reach his cock with her mouth, she got as close as the chain would allow until it was pulled taunt tugging on the collar.

Then using both her petite hands started stroking his cock.
"I'm sorry Master.. you girl did wake up, but when Master was still asleep." she lowered her eyes, "well she fell back to sleep" she told him.
 
Staring down she pleaded her case and explained her failing, which could have been true, and may have been false, it didn’t matter she was asleep. Still her quick grasp of the situation or at least his cock, quickly quelled any continued violence against her at least for the moment. As she stroked his length he moved closer and closer till he was standing directly over her.

A slave being sorry is worthless; a slave needs to do, not give excuses. Please your master is all you need to do.

Seeing the girl pulling against her chain to get closer, trying to get to his cock was a good sign. A true slave should hunger deep within her for her Master’s attention and pleasure. The girl was already showing signs of giving in, of letting herself enjoy her servitude, and yet he had no doubt she still harbored thoughts of escape and freedom. Telgar’s eyes watched as her delicate hands grasp his length and began to work it.

You enjoy touching your Master’s cock don’t you slave? Does it feel good to hold it?
 
Keeping her head lowered as her tender young 14 year old hands continued to stroke his massive cock.

"Yes Master, it feels so big and heavy in your girls hands"

In fact she didn't want to touch it.. but she knew she had not choice. She wanted to get away, to run, but she would have to wait.. wait till she had more freedom and he no longer watched her or kept her chained. She didn't want to think about what would happen to her if she tried to escape and failed but She knew that if she kept pleasing him that sooner or later he would grow to trust her. After all there where many other slaves in the encampment and most of them where free to walk around when there Masters where otherwise busy.

She also knew what he wanted her to do right now, so rather then have him tell her or make her she raised her hand and took his cock into her mouth and started sucking his cock hungrily .. her soft lips were tugging as this shaft while her tongue kept swirling around stroking his cock in her warm mouth... she let out a tiny moan as her head moved up and down... her deep blue eyes looking up at him watching his face to see of she was pleasing to him... she took her mouth off his his cock and started licking at his heavy balls getting them nice and wet with her saliva before she moved up to continue stroking his cock with her lips... her delicate hands started rubbing his balls, massaging them through her fingers... drool dripped down her chin as she pushed it back into her throat.
 
Telgar stared down at the young girl with a stern face, watching as she continued to touch and stroke his cock. She was saying the right things and doing them which was an improvement, but still he doubted her. The girl was sharp and obviously trying to keep herself out of trouble, but as far as he could tell, only in the most extreme situations did she actually show her true natural born potential. So he knew that he needed to continue to push her, to force her to go further every time, to give her no room to backtrack.

That’s right slave, lick my big balls. Do you like that? You like the way my fucking cock tastes?

Telgar was playing with her, he was starting simple, but he planned to push her, because he wasn’t going to go easy on her. She needed to learn that nothing was ever going to be denied him, and that his every wish was his by no more than a command. So he stood hulking over her as his cock was used by her young sexy lips, it girth and length growing to it maximum. He took it out of her mouth and rubbed it wet length against her face as he waited for her to talk, teasing her mouth, ready again to sink it into her mouth and throat.
 
She had to relax, she had to stay calm. She closed her eyes when he started rubbing his cock all over her face. She hated the way it made her feel, dirty and ashamed. Her mind was screaming... tell him you love it.. tell him you want it .. tell him it makes you feel good, tell him, tell him, tell him. She shuddered.

And then she had her eyes closed, and she imagined her grandmother standing in front of her waving her finger back and forth ... "ut .. ut .. ut, If you lie to him he will only know you are lying, this is his life, this is his blood, he will know your every move before you make it... be careful little girl" her grandmother said in her mind. Then she said in the back of her mind, "speak the truth and you will slowly gain his trust ," was the last thing she heard her say before the voice faded back into her mind.

When she opened her eyes he was rubbing his dick across her lips while he looked down at her waiting for her answer .. her deep blue eyes looking up at him.. her lips slightly parted as he rubbed the head of his cock over them.

"No Master, your girl doesn't like it... but she likes and wants to please you and make you proud of her." she whispered and braced herself preparing herself for his wrath.
 
The young girl was doing a mediocre job at best, her efforts seemingly a meager attempt at pleasing him. So when she confessed her dislike of the taste of his manhood it displeased him, and though she spoke the truth and he knew it, it didn’t change how he felt. If she had been lying his response would have been far harsher.

Well then if you don’t like the taste of my cock, then lick my ass slave.

Telgar reaches down, moving his legs to give her maximum access to his asshole. Grabbing her head he moves it from his cock where she had been feebly licking and playing with his erection. He pulls her face into his ass as he verbally berates her.

Now stick that fucking tongue out and lick! And if you do a good job I might even let you suck my cock, you worthless little slave!

She would need to learn that there wasn’t a thing he couldn’t or wouldn’t require of her. Not only that but that his cock wasn’t the sole way to please or arouse him.
 
Up until then she had been trying her hardest to learn to please him doing everything he had asked of her... but when he retorted and pulled her head against his ass she recoiled and pulled away...

Even though he had a tight grip of her head she still pulled away with all her little might.

"Ohhhh No Master! Please don't make me!" she was crying trying to get away from him... the thought of having to like his ass hole was so repulsive to her she couldn't stop from fighting to get away.
 
The small girl put up a struggle obviously not wanting to comply with his demand. Which of course was absolutely unacceptable, for a slave to deny or refuse the order of her Master, and as such there was no negotiating or comprise possible. To allow a slave the opportunity to choose or to avoid a command, was to ruin the natural dynamic of the relationship, and would only lead to further disobedience.

Shut up! Now stick that fucking tongue out, and start licking over I’ll show you what we do to disobedient slaves!

Telgar kept her head forcing it up and between his legs. To allow any insubordinate actions was to give the slave control and power, and that only led to further and greater problems. All slave’s fought against their training, but all warriors, all Masters knew that consistency was the most critical method of training. Every slave must know that refusal would, not could lead to punishment.
 
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