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The Horde (Tyr & Forbidden6ex)

"Noooo go away!" Kayla cried as she danced up on her tippy toes while screaming out in pain as the stick came down across her already bruised and sore ass. Tears started to burn her eyes, it was bad enough when Telgar punished her, but these where just teen age boys not much older then herself.

"I didn't do anything!" she sobbed as again the stick came down across her tender ass leaving a bright red welt in it's wake. She was squirming and wiggling her ass back and forth trying to avoid the smacks the boys where giving her with the stick.. she couldn't go anywhere .. bent over with her ass up in the air she was helpless as the teens took turns smacking her ass with the stick until her ass and thighs where covered with red strips crisscrossing her ass.
 
The boys knew the rules, everyone did, and she was to treat them just as if they were her master. So her defiant behavior just left her open to further abuse and punishment, which of course was the intent.

That’s Master, you stupid slave!

The switch lands again on her ass and then across the back of her upper thighs, the boys apply it with cruel intent. They laughed as she screamed in misery. For they like any boys just wanted to become real men, they wanted to be Master’s. The pole was just one of the many ways that boys learned to become men.

So as Jaylon continued to whip her, seemingly enjoying the sound of her screams, Feldon stepped up and round to where her head was, pulling his young but hard cock out. Waving it in front of her face like that should make her happy. He presses it to her face, proudly displaying it for her, it length and width not the same as Telgar’s but not bad for a young not yet fully grown man.

You like that cock slave? Ready to suck your new Master’s cock?
 
The boys may have known the rules, but she didn't, nor did she care at that moment. To her these where just boys not much older then herself and she was going to be damned if she would bow down to there demands. Each strike of the stick would drive another scream and howl of pain from her tiny body.

" I am not stupid and your not my Master," she yelled back at them. This little outburst seemed to just make them whip her with even more brutality as they started bringing the stick down against the back of her legs and up her creamy thighs.

When one of the boys stepped around in front of her and whipped out his cock she was horrified and disgusted as she spit at his cock that he waved in front of her face.

She might not have been able to talk back to Telgar but this wasn't Telgar and she was having none of these boys as they continued to torment her. Glaring at the boy in front of her, "You call that a cock, well that little thing is a sorry excuse for a cock if i've ever seen one. No wonder you two arn't warriors, your not big enough to be like the men." she hissed at them. She could see her words where stinging the boys just as much as the stick they where using on her was stinging her tender ass.. so she kept belittling them with every breath she took until finally the one holding the cock in front of her face stuck it in her mouth to shut her up.
 
Jaylon looks down at his hard on and the belligerent young girl who just spit at it. He reaches out and grabs her long red hair and yanks her head back against the restraint, while yelling into her face.

No open your fucking mouth slut or we’re going to tan your ass so you might never sit down you stupid little cunt!

Feldon hits her hard across her ass with the stick to let her know that they meant business. They were going to get themselves some young slave pussy one way or another.

I guess Jaylon she isn’t going to cooperate and be a good little slave, and instead she’s going to be a disobedient little bitch.

Feldon turns his stick around, so that the rough blunt end so it was now available to him. He begins to rub her pussy with it.

Since she wants something big and hard, and doesn’t like our dicks I think we should obliged our little slave.

Feldon drives the blunt end of the stick into her pussy, the surface of which was anything but smooth.
 
She heard the swoosh behind her then the searing hot pain as again the stick came down on her tender ass. She bit her lip fighting back the tears as the boys seemed to drink in causing her pain.

She cried out in pain as the rough stick was pushed into her already abused pussy.
"Please," she whispered, but the boy in front of her pushed his cock between her lips. Her pleading and moans distorted behind the muffling of his cock. Her body trembled at the violation as if independent of her frightened mind. Tears ran down her face, her fingers where curled into little fists, the nails digging into the palm of her hands as the boy behind her rapped her pussy with the stick. She could feel him roughly shoving it deep and hard into her not caring how much pain he was inflicting on the tiny girl. The stick soon becoming soaked with her juices.
 
Jaylon saw the little imp open her mouth and accept his cock. The young lanky man not having the control or skill that Telgar had, just grabbed her head by hair with both of his hands. With no preamble he just starts to fuck her face fast and hard, ramming his cock in as fast and as hard as it would go.

Shut the fuck up slave. Just suck on my cock you stupid girl!

Jaylon yanked and twisted her head by ruthlessly pulling on her hair, his cock assaulting her mouth and face with a blur of rabbit strokes. Jaylon’s voice pitched between high and low as he groaned and grunted his breathing ragged as he just fucked the young girl’s face. Jaylon was giving the young slave no mercy, his friend was doing the same. Feldon continued to fuck the young girl’s pussy with the branch. His laughter of cruelty matched his intent as he drove the stink in and out of her ever wetter pussy.

Oh man, she likes that wood doesn’t she. You just like anything stiff and hard rammed into your cunt, don’t you slave?

Feldon laughs along with his young friend, and pulls his rock hard cock out of the girl’s mouth, its entire surface dripping in her spittle.

Answer him slave?
 
She could hardly breath between Jaylon shoving his cock in and out of her mouth and her gasping for air. The palms of her hands where starting to bleed from he digging her nails into her tiny fists to fight back the pain as Feldon used the stick to fuck her pussy, each thrust hitting the back of her pussy and knocking against her cervix with a sharp stabbing pain...
She was crying so hard she could hardly see the boy in front of her fucking her mouth.. she could feel something wet and sticky dripping down between her creamy white thighs as the two teenagers kept abusing her.. a few times she thought she would pass out from the pain as her vision blurred in front of her. It might have only been ten or fifteen minutes while they continued to abuse her, but to her it felt like it went on for hours.

She noticed other people walking by as this was happening to her and couldn't believe nobody was stopping the boys from using her. She closed her eyes trying to block out the pain and humiliation. All she could think about was if she ever caught these two alone with there guard down she would make them pay for what they where doing to her, for in her mind these two would never grow to become warriors if she could help it. And she knew that if Telgar was going to keep her as he said he was, that someday she would get her chance to pay these two back.

When Jaylon finally pulled his cock from her abused mouth she couldn't even remember what the question was so she just hissed "yes" at him to to shut him up.
 
Both boys laugh as she answer yes, thinking she understood their question. With the answer given, Jaylon shoves his cock back into her mouth, just burying it to the hilt, thrilling in the conquest of the young slave.

Feldon, I told you Telgar always has the best young fuck toys. I only hope when I’m old enough that I can find myself a fucking slut slave like this.

Jaylon nods as he agrees with his friend, not the least concerned as the girl screamed for she wasn’t a free woman, she was a slave and one left out to be punished. Still his youthful need wasn’t being taken care of so he pulls the stick from the young slut’s pussy, and replaces it with his young hard cock. He howls as he buries it into her pussy.

Fuck she’s tight, and I thought Telgar might have ruined her little pussy with that fucking monster he has between his legs. Oh shit I’m going to love fucking you slave. Do you like that cock in your cunt slave?

Feldon hammers her young pussy, while Jaylon uses her mouth both young boys attacking her body from opposite directions. The smacking sounds of their bodies colliding with hers, as their young cocks appear and disappear. Both boys grunt and groan as they experience what it truly was to be a man.
 
Each boy continued to pound and use Kayla as they talked about her as if she couldn't even hear. Despite her pain and humiliation she grew angered and angrier at the teenage boys that kept raping her, but helpless to stop them. All the people walking around only added to her humiliation. She could hear the boys grunting and groaning as there bodies slapped hard against hers. Then finally her anger overflowed and before she even realized what she was doing her teeth came down on Jaylon's cock. She heard the teenage boy shriek like a girl pulling his cock out of her mouth and holding it in his hands. Although she hadn't bitten hard enough to do any real damage, she was sure it was hard enough that the boy was going to think twice about putting it back into her mouth again anytime soon.
 
Jaylon screamed and was abruptly trying to retrieve his young hard cock from between the viperous bite of the young slave’s mouth. Feldon didn’t even notice the screams just blended with the others as he hammered the little girl’s pussy, his mind totally preoccupied by his climb to satisfaction. So as Jaylon retreated angered, pissed, and afraid of what damage might have been inflicted on his most precious manhood, Feldon was already nearing his climax. Even as Jaylon inspected his length for possible mutilation, Feldon was issuing a different scream, that of orgasm. Feldon’s eyes were closed as the euphoric feeling of being a man swelled through his young body and burst forth from his impaled manhood. He only opened them when Jaylon had finished his inspection realized he was still a man and his relief turned to incredible anger. Without even thinking Jaylon punch the small slave girl in the face.

Fuck you Cunt! You fucking bite my cock again, and I’ll make sure you’re the most miserable fucking slave in the Horde!

Feldon didn’t care; he was cumming, his young cock spurting its load of cum into the young slave girl’s wet pussy. He groaned as he instinctually buried his cock as deep as it would go into her body, the moment one of the best in his young life. Jaylon so pissed didn’t even see the damage he might have caused the slave; instead he pushes his friend off of the slave girl, while grabbing the stick from him.

I’ll show you bitch, what happens to cock biting cunt like you.

Without any warning Jaylon drives the branch up her ass, as his friend stands there shocked his adolescent cock dripping the last of its load.
 
A small sense of satisfaction went through her when she heard the boy howl in pain. She couldn't help but grin to herself when she saw the look of pain and then fright in the boys face as he checked to make sure he was still all there.

Then suddenly her head snapped back against the wooden post that was holding her as bright light flashed before her eyes for a second. She could taste the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth from Jaylon punch. Her crystal blue eyes glared up at Jaylon as she spit some blood out of her mouth just barely missing Jaylon boot. Just cause she was bound and helpless didn't mean she was going to just cave in to these teenage boy.

She watched as Jaylon moved behind her out of her sight.. a sense of dread coming over her.. she heard a slight scuffle behind her as she felt Feldon pull out of her.. The she felt Jaylon shove the stick into her ass... she clinched her eyes tight while biting her lip forcing herself not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her scream while waves of pain shot through her, her naked body trembling with vulnerability. The tears burned beneath her clinched eyelids as her body shuddered in pain.
 
Feldon just stood there not sure what he should do, everything had felt so good, he’d just filled the slave girl with his seed, and he was so proud of himself, now he watched as his friend tortured and attacked the young girl.

Jaylon had jammed the branch up the small girl’s ass, and had expected to hear a loud scream followed by pleading, but he heard nothing but some muffled sound. The lack of a response only angered more, for the bitch should be begging to him. So Jaylon begins to fuck her ass with the branch, and for good measure turns and twists it. The boy did it to cause maximum pain, to humiliate her, and most of all to punish her.

What you don’t have anything to say, you stupid little cunt! You’re nothing but a convenient piece of ass, a dirty filthy nasty little slave. Beg your master and I might stop, otherwise you might not be able to shit out of this hole again.

The boy’s words were so full of vehemence and cruelty; it was obvious the boy was inexperienced and was reacting inappropriately, and that his emotions were carrying him away. Still she was only a slave and one attached to the punishment post, so no one really was concerned that she was unhappy and in pain, a screaming slave was nothing unexpected.
 
There was no thought but raw pain, her hips jerked upwards as her ass clinched tight around the thrusting stick Jaylon was using in her ass. The boy seemed oblivious to her pain, she was just a slave to him, less then human, just a body to be used. She could barely think or form words as he continued to move the stick in and out with cruel intent. And then an unrestrained scream leaped from her throat as her body tried to wither away from the assault .. but she was helpless, unable to move or get away.

Tears where now rolling down her face and dripping on the ground below her as she clinched her eyes and let out a blood curdling scream that must have been heard throughout the camp. Sweat was dripping off her brow as she broke down and sobbed.

"Yes, yes! I'm sorry" she screamed. "STOPPPPP!"
 
Feldon worried that his friend was going too far, so he came up and put a hand on his shoulder, but Jaylon just elbowed him away and continued to abuse the young girl. Her apology wasn’t enough and when she further demanded he stopped only pissed him off further. Who was she to demand anything, she was a fucking slave. So Jaylon just continued to use the branch on her ass, and to add to it, he grabbed his cock and shoved it into her pussy. Now with both hands around the branch he turned and twisted it in her ass as his young cock fucked her.

I don’t care if you sorry slave! I want you call me Master and plead you filthy stupid cunt!

Jaylon was cruel and seemingly intent on harming her as he fucked her ass with the branch, his cock rock hard from her misery. The viciousness of the assault on her small young body evident as he the branch swayed from side to side as he forcefully poked her ass with it. Jaylon was rapidly fucking her and his attention was completely on her, so he didn’t notice the large man approaching from behind him at a brisk walk.
 
Her body broke out in a sweat as she throw her head back and screamed at the top of her lungs. She only had one word, she only really knew him by this one simple word and now she screamed it out as loud as she could with all of her might, "MASTERRRRRR!"

Then her head dropped down her hair covering her face, seeming to have used up the last of her energy soft whimpers escaping her throat, as Jaylon continued to rock her petite body with his savage assault.
 
Jaylon heard the girl call him Master, and it thrilled him to no end for that what he’d wanted a slave to call him since was old enough to know what it meant. Maybe it was the word or maybe it was the way he enjoyed twisting the stick in her ass, or simply the fact he was rapidly fucking her and he was young, but his orgasm began to swell up and explode from his young body. Everything was perfect, till a much larger hand grabbed him, wrapped around his neck and pulled on him backwards. Instinctually he reach up to protect his neck letting go of the stick as his cock withdrew from the young girls wet pussy. And instead of exploding within the confines of her hot wet hole, he stood in the middle of the clearing, his cock spurting his seed indiscriminately about a humiliating experience.

Feldon didn’t help his friend, not that he couldn’t but he just didn’t have any sympathy for Jaylon or his situation, and the larger man wasn’t one he was ready to confront on Jaylon’s behalf. The large man easily holds Jaylon in a tight grip before he just throws the young man to the ground. Jaylon turns and sees the large trader, knowing it was a fight he couldn’t win, he waits crouching trying to figure out how he could get out of this situation, his cock dripping its seed beneath him, his shorts about his ankles. The trader ends the deliberation, by quickly confronting the young man.

Go boy! You’ve had your fun, now leave before this girl’s master, sees what you have done.

Jaylon looks about and realizes that he’s overstepped his bound and if there was anyone he didn’t want to face it was Telgar. Looking about he quickly takes off, with Feldon casually following along. The trader returns to the girl.

Are you alright girl?

The man putting his hand on her back, as he gently removes the branch sticking from her ass. Kayla remembers the man as a trader that had come to her camp several times in the past month or two to trade. A nice man that had on several occasions given her a piece of candy while he talked to her elders.
 
Kayla's breath was coming in loud pants her body shaking as she sobbed. Once the tears cleared enough from her eyes that she could see she lifted her head weakly nodding. Her long red hair still fell around her face, it took a minute or two for the pain to start ebbing away when she felt the strong warm hand against the soft skin of her back. Almost as if in a dream she heard a voice that sounded firmalure. A voice from her past, as if in a past life before her whole world fell upside down.

She looked up through the long strands of her red hair and recognized the man immediately. Another wave of embarrassment swept through her that he should see her like this. Reduced to nothing more then a plaything for anyone's enjoyment. She lowered her head in hopes that the man wouldn't recognize her. But with her fiery red hair and soft milky white complexion she thought that would be almost impossible.

She closed her eyes as she felt another wave of tears burning against her eye lids. This time it wasn't out of pain but the humiliation to be seen by someone she knew like this.


"Yes i'm alright," she whispered so softly she almost couldn't be heard.
 
The trader looks down at the small girl who obviously was in great discomfort, his large hand still resting on her back. The branch tossed to the side the man gently strokes her back as he comes around to her bound head.

Is that ... is that you little Kayla? Oh you poor little thing, that boy really was abusing you.

The sympathetic words come from the trader's mouth as he takes a moment to examine her. Noting that no other serious damage had really been done except some swelling around her face.

What happened, how did you end up here little thing?

The young girl might have thought he meant her condition of slavery, but he only meant at the post. His large hand stroked her hair trying to offer a soothing touch as he talked to the young girl about her perdicament. The man's voice was calm, collected, as he tries find out what was wrong.

Is there someone I can get, or something I can do?
 
The camp seemed to grow extremely quiet, or perhaps it just seemed that way in her embarrassment. There was no sound of people talking, idle conversations around the camp, not even the crackling of a fire. The only sound she heard was the sound of her own heart pounding in her chest and her own raspy breathing.

Then the sound of his voice gave her a feeling of firmiluer comfort. She darted a glance up at him as he lifted her chin to study her face, her chin slightly quivered as she suppressed her need to cry.

"Water," she cleared her throat as she tried to speak, "Can i have some water." her crystal blue eyes gazed up at him.
 
The large trader nodded as he heard the small girl’s request. Reaching to his belt, he got out his water skin and brought it to the young girl’s mouth, so that she may drink. The traders hand squeezes the water skin, helping spray the water into the girl’s mouth.

There you go little Kayla, drink, take your time.

The trader offers her a moment of kindness as he fulfills her wish. He stands there over her, like a guardian, protecting her and watching over her.

You’re safe now the boys have gone.

The trader says as he pulls the water skin from her mouth, and reattaches it to his belt. With his hand one caresses her hair, and the other her lower back as he stands there.

You were one of my favorites; I loved seeing you when I came to your hamlet. You had such a young happy fresh smile on your face. You were such a cute little girl, so full of energy. And now look at you… you’ve so changed.

The man’s hand trails over her body as he talks.
 
Her lips sucked on the water skin.. at first the rush of water made her choke and lose her breath.. water dribbled down her chin.. once she got the rhythm she sucked greedily at the bottle, she couldn't remember ever tasting water that tasted so good and sweet in her mouth. But that could have just been because it had been so long since she had any fresh water to drink. She must have quickly sucked down half the skin before the trader pulled it away from her lips.

"ahh, thank you" she said almost out of breath from drinking so fast. She could feel the water dribbling down her chin and wished her hands where free so she could wipe her face.. Her crystal blue eyes looked up at him in relief as he said the boys where gone.

Although it wasn't a particularly hot day.. the small girl with her red hair and ivory complexion didn't seem to be taking the sun all that well as her skin took on a slight pink tint. When the trader moved his hand down her back she softly sighed at how cool it felt against her hot skin.. She looked up at him and tried to smile becoming very aware that his hands seemed to be taking in the silkiness of her skin as well as his hands what where stroking her hair. She felt a strange feeling of apprehension tying her stomach up in knots as she looked into his eyes.
 
The trader’s large hand rested on her lower back as he stood by the bound young girl. She may have not been able to see, but his eyes had done more than inspect her naked form for injury. The trader’s other large hand reaches out and wipes away the water dribbling from her lips.

I’m glad to see you’re alive. I had heard your village was raided and that many were killed. I was worried you might have perished in the violence, that would have been so sad.

The moist finger of his hand that grazed across her lips, strokes her hair affectionately as his large frame stands only a foot or so away.

Oh look at what they have done to you.

As he speaks the same hand reaches out and traces the brand still red, but healed. Then the same hand reaches under her, and the finger touches one of her nipple rings, still coated in blood.

They are brutes at times aren’t they? Such an uncivilized bunch of barbarians, and they way they treat their women.

The words sound sympathetic, and yet they didn’t.
 
Her eyes looked up at the trader while she fought back the tears remembering all to well that fateful day not much more then a week ago. The memories still fresh in her mind but some how it seemed so long ago almost like it was another life time.

She remembered how her siblings used to squeal with joy when ever they would see the trader coming to there tiny settlement. He had always been so nice and friendly to all the children handing out candies and sometimes even little toys. She had always hung in the back and let the little ones run up to him first but somehow he had always seeked her out when all the others had left, he would always have a special little treat he would save just for her, or at least that's how she would feel. She would always beam with delight at his attentions.. a couple times when they where alone he had pressed his lips to her forehead. But the last time she had seen him he had called her over to the side of his wagon.. she still remembered that, it was only a few months ago. That time they where alone.. nobody could see them from around the side of his wagon, and that time instead of kissing her on the forehead he had kissed her on her lips. She remembered at first she thought he was just being affectionate but then she felt his hand move up under her skirt.. she still remembered how his large rough hands had grabbed and rubbed her ass before she even had a chance to pull away.. She still remembered how her stomach tied up in knots.. but she had never told anybody about him grabbing her back then..

And now here he was, he still had that same smile and friendly attitude. But his hands that where only a moment before felt so soothing and comforting now made her body stiff as she felt that same feeling in the pit of her stomach while his hands moved slowly along her body.
 
They may be uncultured, barbaric and boorish, but they do know how to keep their women don’t they child?

The large trader smiled down at the child, now slave, for she was in every way starting to exhibit all the characteristics of being a woman. Even here in a crude clearing she was no longer an innocent little girl, but was a sexy slave whose very presence would cause a stir within the loins of any man. Even standing there the trader found it difficult to withdraw his hand, her body demanding his touch.

I’ve enjoyed working with them, they do have a certain style that’s so primal about them that is hard to ignore, don’t you think?

The man hands seemed to take more opportunity with her body as he stood there and talked to her. His fingers and hands slide over her smooth alabaster skin, stopping indiscriminately as they progress over her young body. The inspection continued as he talked to her, his eyes enjoying checking out what he only dreamed of seeing when he last visited her village.

So who claimed you child, who is making you into a real woman? Who do you now call Master?
 
As his words started to sink in her lips slightly trembled. The trader wasn't one of the horde but he was every bit there friend and alli.

She felt the mans large hands moving over her soft skin, not as hard and rough as Telgars but every bit as demanding as they moved and probed where he never would have before. But she was no longer that young girl back at the gypsy camp, now she was a slave and put on display for all to use. In the deep recesses of her mind she asked herself if this same man could have been responsible for telling the horde where the gypsy's where camped, but she pushed that thought aside as what would have been in it for him.

She turned her head, shaking her long red hair out of her face and looked up at the trader. But he didn't seem to notice as his eyes where studying her body as if appraising a piece art.

"Talgar... Talgar owns me." she said.. her voice barely a whisper not sure if he heard her or not.
 
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