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The Horde (Tyr & Forbidden6ex)

"Ahhh!" she moaned loudly as her head yanked back her neck catching on the rough wood of the post that held her. Kayla could tell by the way the trader grunted and thrust harder that he thought she was moaning out in pleasure .. His hips pounded against hers as he thrust his cock in and out of the velvet folds of her pussy while it wrapped around his meat nice and tight. Her warm juices surrounding his cock as it side in and out making a wet smacking sound as there bodies met. She could feel his cock throbbing deep with in her each time she let out a moan it seemed to grow stronger and the traders pumps grew more and more urgent ... she she throw her head back and let out another deep moan... bending her knees and then thrusting back with her hips to meet his rhythm.

The trader couldn't see her face so while he still had a tight grip of her hair she moaned loudly panting, " Ohhh yessssss ohhh yessssssssss!" she moaned, "oww I love feeling your big cock inside me." As she said this she thrust her hips back harder feeling him grinding against her... both there bodies where covered in sweat.
 
If she was faking it or not enjoying it, there was no way for the trader to tell. His cock was loving ever inch of her tight young pussy, and by the amount of juices covering his manhood said she was liking it too. Her liking it or not of course was irrelevant since she was a slave, and her only true purpose now in life was to serve, and at that moment it was him.

That’s right little Kayla, fuck that cock like a good slave girl.

The trader used both hands to brutally hold her hair as he uses it for leverage as his whole body fucks her. His large frame driving his manhood deep and hard into her young tender body. That a few weeks ago she was a sweet innocent little girl playing with her friends, meant nothing to him, for all she was now was his fuck toy, a thing to be used.

You love that big cock in your little tight pussy. I bet you’d like it better in your ass. You would like me to fuck you in the ass, wouldn’t you?

The trade never slowed and just fucked her as he waited for her response, his length slick in her arousal, and the juices of her pussy covering his groin, balls, and inner legs, the moisture dripping and splatting from their joining. For the trader it was obvious that little Kayla was now a wanton little slut, who would always be in need of good fucking, by a real man.
 
Her hot pussy was wrapped so tight around his cock like a fist made of the softest warm velvet as it squeezed and milked his cock deeper into her core. Sweat from her forehead was running down stinging her eyes as she let out another deep moan while the trader taunted her with his words.

Her body stiffening and arching back when he asked her if she liked it in her ass.. did it really matter if she did or not ? She didn't think so as she knew he was going to do what ever he wanted and she also knew what he wanted was to fuck her ass. Her moans where coming louder now... she bucked her hips back thrusting against his rock solid cock... her ass arching up and wiggling..
"Oh yes" she said between moans, "mmm I would love for you to take my ass" she told the trader. Of course she didn't really mean it.. her ass was already so sore from the boys abuse she couldn't imagine another thing in it.. but what choice did she have other them let him enjoy it and get it over as fast as she could.
 
The trader of course was going to fuck her ass, even if she made a comment to the negative. He just wanted to hear her words, because it would prove to him that she was transformed completely from the innocent little girl to a cock loving slave. So the words were so sweet, when they escaped from her lips. What the reality was of her words, he never questioned for she had answered his fantasy.

Of course my little Kayla, I’ve got exactly what that sweet little ass of yours so desperately wants.

The trader pulled his slick and pussy juiced covered cock, from her tight well fucked cunt, and guides it between her firm ass cheeks. Smiling his cock so hard, he guides it between her alabaster ass cheeks, and into her little tight asshole, the opening still red from the recent abuse. The trader groaned as he pushed his engorged cock into her ass, thrilling as inch after inch makes its way into her ass. Her pussy had tightly gripped his cock, but her ass was amazing the tightness everything he’d dreamed of while watching her play.

Oh fuck little Kayla! Your little ass is so fucking tight! I watched you sit in your daddy’s lap, and I couldn’t help but think how great it was going to be to have my cock buried in yours. I told your daddy what a special little girl he had, he didn’t even know that I was going soon be fucking his sweet little daughter.

The sweaty trader continued talking as he buried his thick cock into her tiny ass.
 
Her moans grew louder and louder as he pushed into her ass inch by inch.
There bodies where both so hot and sweaty they made loud slapping sounds as the came together skin against skin.

"Ohhh yesss " She breathed through rapped breaths .. "I bet you would love for me to be sitting in your lap wiggling my ass down on your hard cock right now wouldn't you?" she asked the trader in a soft voice.. "You know I bet if you got me out of this contraption we could sneak off to the back of your wagon and nobody would ever even know... Then I could ride your cock like a real slave and show you how much I have learned." .. She had to squeeze her eyes shut the sweat was dripping down into her eyes and stinging ..
"You know if you just reached down and pulled that little wooden pin this would pop open and we could head back to you wagon.. just you and me.. you would like that wouldn't you? That is what you have been dreaming about isn't it.. just you and me.. alone.. hot steamy sex taking me every way you have ever dreamed of. Let me show you how good I can really make you feel if i wasn't tied to this post. "
 
The trader reveled in the amazingly tight grip of the young girl’s ass as he sodomized her. That the young thing could be the age of a daughter if he had one, didn’t bother him, he liked the young girls, their bodies just starting to become a woman. One hand still held her hair tightly gripped as the other reach under her and played with on of her budding breasts as he continued to plow her ass with his thick cock. The girl telling him how she wanted to service his needs and be his slave. The words had such a draw; especially given the fact his cock was deep in her young stretched ass. Still she was Telgar’s and that caused him to reconsider the image of the small sexy girl lying naked in his wagon ready to take his cock.

Oh yeah my little sexy, I would love that tight little body of yours laying in my wagon servicing my fat cock. I’ve dreamed of you being my personal little cock slut.

The trader found himself thinking about how great it would be, how much he would enjoy her company. He’d given the horde the whole village, why couldn’t he have just one of the young girls for himself, he offered to even pay. The barbarians were so unreasonable, so uncivilized, it was just a simple business transaction.
 
She moaned again as her ass tighten around his stiff cock. She was getting to him, she could tell by the way his cock throbbed while it was inside her.. the urgency of his thrusts .. his rapped breathing and panting .. the way his voice started to warble as he spoke.

"Really?" she moaned heavily. " I always knew it. I could see it in your eyes the way you would look at me... You could always see I was a woman. Not some little girl like my daddy used to treat me like.. I think my dad knew how i felt about you that's why he told me not to go near you.. and all those times i would be bouncing up and down on my daddies lap..." she lowered her voice as if she had a secret, "Well.. I was always thinking about you.. and how I would love to be doing this in your lap and feeling what it was like to have a real man inside me." ... "MMmmmm Yessssssss," she moaned loudly, "I have always dreamed about this .. you too."

Her hips rocked back as she made her ass take his cock even deeper till she felt his balls slapping up against her wet pussy...

"If only.. If only.." she sighed deeply "If only it didn't have to be like this... If only it was me and you .. oh we could be so happy, just you an me .. If only we could get away."
 
Each stroke of his cock into her ass, just made the trader want the little girl more. It was obvious that she was no longer a free woman, but a young vibrant slave willing and able to serve a man’s need. Why should his dream slave go to some barbarian who probably couldn’t read and wouldn’t know the difference between wine and horse piss. The young thing was such a fine flower, who would only perish under the attention of the uncouth heathen.

You were a bad little girl even then, I knew it, I just knew it.

The girl had his cock so hard it hurt in her tight asshole. The trader was stuck half in and half out of the fantasy of having the young girl be his personal fuck toy. Just the thought of making his stupid fat wife forced to watch as he pounded the young thing had him almost blowing his load.

You’d do it; you’d serve me and only me?

The words escaped his mouth as he grunted, he shouldn’t have said them, but he wanted her. Fuck he could always just trade in a different area, far from the Horde, and with that young little thing in his bed and wrapped around his cock, he’d be a truly happy man.
 
Kayla moans where growing louder, not even trying to hold them in.. The traders cock felt like a battering ram plunging in and out of her ravaged ass hole.

"Mmmm this is what I've always dreamed about. All those times you would come to our camp and I used to watch you. Did you ever notice how I used to wait till the others where done before i would come up to you. I always wanted those few minutes alone with you. I always used to dream about running away with you, seeing the world. Just you and me. And I would help you during the day, and at night we would keep each other warm."

And then she sighed as if she was regretting something.
"Ahhh, but then... I always thought someone as handsome and strong as you. Someone with all your worldly experience would never want a young girl like me"

She wished she could see the traders face. To know if her words where having any effect on the man.
 
Every stroke of his thick length into her tiny ass made the point clear to him that owning her would be the best of all possible worlds. Load his on his wagon, cover her up and haul ass west. No one would suspect him; he’d been in and out of the camp of the Horde so many times, that they’d think nothing of him leaving today. Still he wasn’t stupid, he knew the girl was laying it on thick, but what else did she have to negotiate with but her fine young body. And if she were dependent on him for her safety, she’d be an even more compliant slave, though he doubted there was an unwilling bone in her body.

Oh you’re going to help me baby, you’re going to be my prized piece of ass. The kind that closes those hard deals, or is a bonus for a great trade. I’m so going to enjoy having you squirming and squealing beneath me.

No longer was the trader considering not taking her, he was just considering how to take her. Yet all of that had to wait, because at this exact moment the most pressing matter was the impending need for relief. So with renewed gusto, he slammed his cock into her body, the pressure building in his balls as they slapped against her body. He grabbed her and held her tight as the momentum built and built, his cock filling her ass, his breathing ragged. Finally he groaned as his cock began to blast his load into her ass.
 
Her fine little titties where jiggling with each thrust of the traders cock.. Her moans where coming as fast and hard as the traders. She figured that no matter what happened it couldn't be as bad as what she had been going through with the horde. And once away she would have a better chance of escaping the trader then she did chained up here.

"Yes, Oh you wouldn't be sorry.. I'd making you happy day and night .. my little ass and the rest of my body would be yours for the taking anytime you wished."

Squeezing the muscles in her ass she squeezed and milked his cock.. grunting and groaning in rhythm with the traders thrusts in and out of her tight ass. Feeling his cock throb and pulse .. the traders breathing became more and more erratic , She clinched her ass hole tight around his cock hugging and squeezing it as his cum pumped into her tight round ass.
 
The girl spoke of making herself available day and night, and it thrilled the trader for it was exactly everything he’d dreamed of. His cock spews his load into her abused ass, pumping it full of his cum. The trader groaned and grunted as he left his cock deeply buried in the young girl’s ass. The sensation was amazing as her ass squeezed his length as if wanting more, it made thinking logically impossible as the euphoria of his orgasm coursed through his body. Holding her tight to him his dirty hands pawed her body enjoying the feel of her soft subtle skin beneath his large calloused hand.

Oh I’m going to enjoy having you around my little Kayla. You are going to be my perfect little girl, doing every dirty nasty filthy thing I tell you.

The tone was so perverted and twisted for he thought she was going to fulfill every one of his depraved and twisted fantasies. Even as he spoke he reluctantly pushed off from her, pulling his cock from where it had been lodged in her ass. As he steps around, he looks around to make sure no one was looking, and removes the pin holding her in place.

I’m going to return to my wagon, and you can slip out of your bindings, and make your way it. Just slip in the back of it and hide under one of the furs, and then we’ll just leave no one the wiser.

It would work, the trader thought, and then he’d have her all to himself.
 
Suddenly she find the heavy weight off her neck.. her legs felt like rubber. But she was free, the trader having pulled the pin that released her from her bonds. Carefully she looked around, not seeing anyone she slowly stood... It seemed that every muscle in her body screamed out in pain from her long hours of abuse while she had been chained to that harness. She still didn't move as she cautiously looked around. She dared not even think about what would happen to her if she where to get caught.

She noticed the traders wagon out behind a few of the tents. The trader was already at his wagon tending his horses. She was tempted to run, but she knew that would only attract more attention. After all it wasn't uncommon to see naked slaves walking around the camp, but to see one running may rouse suspicion...

Slowly she made her way to the back of the wagon. Although the trader seemed to be ignoring her she had no doubt that he saw what she was doing. Slipping into the back of his wagon .. which was loaded with furs and blankets and other goods. Somehow she was able to barrow under a stack of blankets and furs to hide herself away.
 
The trader moved off to the wagon, trying to look around inconspicuously as he approached his wagon. Noting nothing out of place, he moved to get in the driver’s seat, and waited for he girl to sneak into the back of his wagon. Out of the corner on his eye he noted the young thing scampering along, and moving to quickly hide in the back. No one would know he’d help the girl escape, and even if they searched his wagon and found her, he could plead his innocence in the matter. What he didn’t see, because his wagon blocked the view, were the same two young boys he’d chased off standing a good distance off watching the girl escape. They’d returned to see if the stupid trader was done with the girl, so they could exact there revenge on her, only to see her darting toward the back of the trader’s over grown cart.

Now the boys could have immediately raised an alarm, and few if any would have thought the trader was at fault, but the boys saw a way to not only exact their revenge on the girl, but on the trader too. So as the wagon, moved out of the camp, its large wheel crushing grass beneath them, a trail even the worst tracker could follow. The two boys whispering to each other the story they would tell, making sure they both had the same story, large smirks visible on both their faces. When the wagon had moved out of sight, the two boys went to report what they saw, or at least a slightly different version of it.

The trader unaware of what was happening was feeling some relief, as the smoke of the Hordes camp was the only thing visible still, the tents and horses now out of site. He even gave the horse team a little further encouragement to move quicker, just to put some extra distance between the camp and his escape with his newest property. He turns his head back, and speaks loudly into the wagon, so the girl can hear him.

Stay in the wagon, but you can come out from under those furs. Come up here my little Kayla, I want to see my new slave girl.
 
Her breath caught as she felt the wagon larch and move. She lay hidden under the pile of blankets and furs until she heard the trader. And even then she was cautious as she made her way from under the blankets. Only to aware of the heavy punishment that would befall her if she where to be caught.

Making her way to the front of the wagon. Though the light did not dim the air seemed to grow cooler, as if night was drawing nearer. She leaned against the trader shivering, feeling the heat that was coming from the trader. Told herself that the tremors which now shook her body were nothing more then a physical response to the change in temperature. They were nothing to do with the fear she felt.

She leaned against the trader, longing to feel the comfort and safety of her fathers embrace. She ached to feel his arms around her and her arms around him once again, , the beating of his heart against hers, and the sadness decended once more, as dark as night. She felt numb, sick with worry and as weak as a baby.
 
Even as they were making their way out of the area, while putting greater and greater distance between them and the Horde camp, the trader’s mind grew less and less worried. He’d done it, and now the young little thing would be all his. Just the thought of it, warmed his loins, for it was everything he ever really wanted, for what was wealth and success without the pleasures of the body. It just proved that the Horde was nothing but a bunch of stupid primitive barbarians that could be easily tricked.

We’ve done it little Kayla, we’ve done it. No longer will you have to breathe the air of that unwashed band of uneducated heathens. Now you’ll get to spend your time serving me, and my tastes are far more cultured.

The trader used one hand to keep the team of horses moving, while the other petted his newest possession. Little did either know that already a group of warriors were heading to their horses to find the lost slave girl, the boys having delayed enough to make matters worse, but not so long that the two wouldn’t be found.
 
The traders hands felt as if he where petting a pet, after all that's what she was to him now, a little pet. But even as he was reveling in his glory, little Kayla kept looking over her shoulder behind them. He might have thought they got away but Kayla wasn't so fast to believe it was that easy. So nervous she was, that she hardly felt his hands as they made there calloused way over her body.

"I'm sure that you have a lot to teach me." she said, her voice sounding a little breathless from fear. She decided not to mention that that unclean savage, as he liked to call them, had never smelt as bad as he did at this very minute. "Perhaps we should get off the main road," she said turning to look at him nervously. "When they find out i'm gone there going to be looking for us, don't you think?"

And she had every reason to be nervous, Talger wasn't going to take someone running off with his little redhead to well.
 
The trader normally a very arrogant person thought the young slave’s plan a good one, not only because it would offer an improved plan of escape, but so to it would give him the opportunity to once again taste and use the fruits of his prize. Snapping the leather he encourage the horses to further speed, and when possible buried his had between the young things legs and fingered her. The wagon bumping and gyrating as it sped along, which really didn’t give him an opportunity to enjoy his newest possession to the full extent he wished.

Finally he saw a grove of trees and thought they would offer good cover from the wind and dust, while giving him privacy from prying eyes. He wasn’t a tracker so he didn’t think or consider disguising or covering his tracks, in fact his thoughts were entirely situated on young small red head girl and growing erection in his pants. So he hurriedly undid the mounts and tied them off to a tree, as he scrambled to make camp, thoughts of depravity and sexual gratification dancing through his head.

Come little Kayla let us make camp, then you and I shall start your education. I have so much to teach you.
 
Kayla knew she needed to wait for the right time to make her brake from the trader. Everything she was doing was calculated for her escape. She wanted to argue with the trader that it was to soon to be stopping, but by his rapid breathing.. and the bulge that grew in his pants she knew he was not thinking with his head.

Smiling, "My savior." Looking into his eyes. " Let me just jump into the back of the wagon and get us some things to make us comfortable while you set up camp."

Knowing that the trader carried assorted clothing she climbed into the back of the wagon and quickly scouted around for some clothing that would fit her.. Finding what she was looking for she quickly rolled up the articles of clothing and hide the ball of rolled up cloths in the corner near the flap of the wagon. Knowing that she didn't have much time she looked around quickly and spied an new hunting knife in a leather sheath that tied around the leg.. hiding that with her cloths.
Finally she gathered up several blankets in her arms and climbed out of the wagon..

"I got us some blankets. But don't you think you should start a fire to keep us warm?"
She said as she started unfolding the blankets and spreading them out on the ground.
 
The trader wasn’t hungry for food or drink; he was hungry for little Kayla, and her amazingly young and tight body. The young girl was the perfect specimen of female flesh that moment between girl and woman were her body was still smooth and flawless, and she put the heat in any man’s loins.

No fire tonight little one, we need to be stealthy till we are far from the camp of those animals. We’ll just have to keep each other warm this night.

A sick twisted smile plastered across his face as he answered the young thing. With everything secure, he quickly scrambled to join her, his pecker hard as the old trees that dotted the grassland. The trader knew he’d have no worries about keeping warm this night, for what he had planned to do to little Kayla would keep him hot and sweaty.

What neither saw or heard were the warriors trained over years of raiding moving up. Their first scout already having checked out the encampment, signals the others that they should begin moving up. Nothing would happen till no escape for those within the wagon was assured.

The trader was already removing his pants, and moving onto the blanket, so that he may yet again feel the wetness of little Kayla’s womanhood.

Come little Kayla, it is time you put your mouth to the task that the gods intended for it.
 
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