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The Horde (Tyr & Forbidden6ex)

Telgar ate and relaxed, finding the results of the day very satisfying. When he was done, he took the plate full of craps and stepped outside the tent to see how his newest possession was doing. The weather was warm as it was most of the year, not turning nasty till the winds changed and the cold air swept down from the north.

It will heal quickly, the mark will be a bit sore for a few days.

Telgar reached onto the plate and took a scrap between his fingers and held it out for her to eat. The motion similar to what a man might do for his loyal dog, as he didn’t give her a plate of any utensils.

Good you are awake. Open your mouth I have food for you.

He brought his hand down to her mouth, so he could feed her by hand. Though the young girl wouldn’t know, it was part of the bonding process that would reinforce her dependency on him.
 
When Telgar stepped out of the tent he could see the terror in the girls eyes. She cringed back a way from him .. her big green eyes watching him nervously..
She was starving, she hadn't eaten since all this began. She watched him as he squatted down in front of her, biting her lips behind which her mouth was salivating as she smelled the aroma of the food. When his hand went reached out with the the food in his fingers .. she flinched back at the sight if his hand then she saw the food between his fingers. Then she reached out with her own hand to take the food, which he promptly pulled his hand and the food back shaking his head. After a few moments he brought his hand back fallowed by the same ritual of her reaching out and him pulling back again. During all this Telgar was staying calm and being very patient of his new little pet. Finally he said, " OK i will try this one more time little one." Slowly she leaned forward .. her eyes didn't stop watching him.. she opened her mouth as and let Telgar put the food in her mouth .. by the time he had finished he girl was taking it herself out from between his fingers.
 
Telgar fed the young pretty thing, the moment seemingly tender and caring, when in fact it was nothing more to him than a means to an end. He could have easily tossed the plate at her and her nourishment requirements would have been met. Still he knew every time she accepted something from him, or depended on him, she gave up a little more of her independence and herself. Later like all the others she would come to accept that relationship, and after time would find it to be as normal as the one she was born into, such was the nature of things. How one dealt with a woman and a man were as different as the sun and the moon each needed a different approach.

The scraps of the plate were slowly fed to the girl, he caressed her face and waited for her to consume each piece, not rushing or forcing her, letting her willing accept his gift of food. Still he’d not brought or offered her any drink, and that to was on purpose, for now she would need to once again ask for his assistance, to look to him for her survival. Her pain, her pleasure, her survival she would all learn would come from him and him alone. No one within the camp would help or assist her, for she was marked. Her entire being and life would now be centered on one thing and one thing alone, and that was Telgar. Each girl would be broken in, the ways and methods varied somewhat, but in the end they all had the commonality that they were alone and totally dependent on their captor for everything.
 
Kayla was terrified of the man, of course she had every right to be,, she was very hesitant each time she leaned forward to take a fresh peace from his fingers. Expecting at any time it to be fallowed by pain and hurt.. Her eyes where like that if an abused animal that even when you hold his head to meet its eyes, it eyes keep looking around everywhere but into your eyes.. her eyes where the same way ... her eyes wouldn't look at him for the longest time .. they kept darting to the side .. looking down anywhere but having to look at him she was so scared. The first time he reached out with his other hand to softly stroke her face she flinched back as if she had been slapped .. His every touch scared her.. but after a few times she stopped flinching and eventually she even looked up at him her eyes where still huge and frightened but she was able to look at him. By time the plate was finished she was even slightly licking his fingers and gently sucking like a tiny puppy trying to be so gentle but still trying get every last drop. ..

When they where done, her eyes moved to the plate seeing it was empty.. she sat back lowering her head her long red hair falling down to cover her face.. she felt so humiliated and ashamed of herself. She could still taste the juices on her lips .. her tongue softly running over them .. she was thirsty but she was to afraid to speak .. to afraid to ask for anything. She didn't cry but it was like she was constantly in the verge of crying.
 
Telgar didn’t coddle her, but neither did he beat her without reason. That she was frightened was to be expected, and he accepted that, she’d would learn what would draw his ire, and what would calm his anger, but that would come only with the passage of time. For now he was happy to just enjoy his prize and let it suckle at his finger like a kitten to its mother’s teat. So much potential is a such a small sexy package.

Good girl, you have pleased me. I’ll let you rest tonight, and tomorrow we will begin in your teaching.

Telgar withdrew his finger from her mouth and stroked her head in the same way you would a faithful dog, his other hand holding the empty plate. Finally he gives her a pat on the head as he prepared to return to the tent. For he planned to leave here out all night chained to the post, the reason was simple, she would be alone, afraid and cold, which would make her more conducive to what he had planned. She would need to learn that even the simplest, most basic essential were his alone to grant, and could and would be denied for any reason he saw fit. That to lie within his furs was a privilege not a right and one only granted to those that learned to obey and serve. Everything from this point forward would be at his discretion, his control, and that her wishes and desires were meaningless and irrelevant.
 
Kayla watched as the last of the fire died down and finally went out. pitching her in darkness.. she could see the flickers of distant fires from the other tents but soon even those died down and went out ...

The ground was cold and hard. She drew her knees up to her chest her arms wrapped around her knees trying to stay warm. Mostly it was quiet except for the occasional sounds of the hordes animals, which she now found herself one of. She could hear people walking but none that came near where she was chained outside of Telgars tent. Sometimes she could hear drunken laughter other times she heard screams .. and sometimes they came together..

Sleep was hard coming to her that first night... but eventually she had cried herself to sleep .. only to be woken about 3 in the morning to the sound of two men fighting.
 
The sounds of revelry continued after the successful raid well into the night, Telgar enjoyed himself but finally went to sleep. Only during the night did he wake to relieve himself, taking a few steps to the side of the tent, he took a piss and looked over at the young girl curled up in a ball, as he made a puddle in the dirt. Both relieved and satisfied, he returned to his tent to finish his sleep.

With the rising sun, activity around the camp came back to life, the woman and others scurrying about the first of the day’s chores and tasks. Telgar rises later as do most of the warriors, for they were not responsible for the menial tasks that was the responsibility of others.

He steps outside the tent to check on his charge, going over and giving her a nudge with his foot if she is asleep.

Rise girl, its time to start your new life.
 
Kayla raised her head as Telgar nudged him.. the rising morning sun behind him making her have to squint her eyes as she looked up.. Her body was stiff and sore from having had slept sitting up curled into a ball most of the night..

" Please Sir can you on chain me ? i need to go to the bath room." she asked in a soft voice
 
Can I unchain you sure, will I unchain you no.

Telgar coldly responded to her question. He just stands there looking at her, admiring her body yet again, as he contemplates what he was going to do next.

If you need to piss, you can piss over there.

Telgar points to a spot out in the open, which she could reach with the chain, but would obviously leave it just a few feet away. Now that she took a whiff the place did smell a bit of urine, though she saw no obvious signs of defecation, probably because a person dug a small hole, and then tossed some dirt on top. The tribe didn’t stay long in one place so such things were easier than proper sanitation.

And if you need to shit, there’s a soft spot over there.

Telgar didn’t move and made no effort to disguise he was watching her. Her need for privacy of no concern to him, and in fact he wanted to break her of such concerns. Now he waited to see if she would do it or ask for some special consideration. He knew by even taking command of something as basic as this, was yet another way to control her.
 
She shook when he denied her request and looked at the spot where he pointed to.. she held her legs tightly together the muscles in her bladder going tight as she tried to control her urge.

She thought to herself ' god does he have to stair at me like that' finally she couldn't hold it anymore. Rolling her eyes .. not even trying to hid it .. she got up and trodded over to the spot where Telgar had pointed. As Telgar stared at her she stared right back the she squatted.. her eyes locked on his as she started to piss.
 
Telgar dispassionately stood there as she let out a stream of urine. The small puddle appears between her legs, not that he cared, but he was surprised that one so young had such courage, their eyes meeting. She needed to learn that she had no privacy, and that everything about her being was his to have even things she wished to hide or conceal. He’d always found it interesting that a woman was more willing to undress before you, than to let loose a stream of pee. So making her do so was a much stronger effect than forcing her to strip or bow.

Good girl! Come here.

He stood watching her, letting her see that he was observing everything she was doing. His hulking form standing there as she squatted, waiting for her to respond to his command.
 
Kayla took her time.. even when she had finished she didn't rush to stand up but instead stayed squatting for a few moments .. and instead of looking away from his gaze she looked right back at him.. as he was appraising her she was also appraising him. She may have been young and naive but she knew he was trying to control her.

When she finally stood her whole being ached from her ankle with the shackle, to the brand on her thigh right up to her still raw sex from the day before .. She stood there for a moment before she moved.. ... finally she did walk over to stand in front of him.
 
Good girl!

Telgar reaches out and runs his hand down her front, his big calloused fingers running over her dirty naked skin. Even covered in dirt, bruised and branded she was a very sexy young girl, one that he already knew he was going to enjoy soon enough. So as she met his eyes in defiance he gave her a smirk, as his hand slid down her front.

See that wasn’t so difficult. And if you are hungry or thirsty, let me know for we can begin the Feeding.

This ritual for the warriors of the clan was yet, just another method of control, and a means of breaking down those that they captured. Such methods had been developed generations ago, and had changed little since then. Though Telgar was the leader, even he didn't go against tradition and the wise way of his ancestors.

The witch woman will come today, and stop your bleeding.
 
Only when he reached out and touch her did she look away and take a step back .. his touch running over her skin repulsed her.

She was looking away from him when he spoke about the witch.. a good thing too cause he might have seen the small amount of hope cross her eyes. They had had woman in the gypsy camp that had practices spells and incantations and healed the sick. In the back of her mind she was hopping that this witch woman he talked about might possibly be another gypsy and perhaps she could convince the woman to help spirit her away.
 
The girl backs up from his touch, which of course wasn’t allowed or acceptable behavior. So he immediately grabs her, one of his large hands wrapping around her upper arm, and the other that was touching her, now reaches out and attempts to grab one of her small nipples.

Do not every shy away from my touch! Your body is mine to do with as I please, nothing can or will be denied me.

Telgar’s voice goes from calm and collected, to deep and angry. The finger and thumb captures her exposed and dirty nipple, turning and twisting it with significant force. The hand wrapped around her arm is a vice like grip giving her absolutely no ability to escape, not that the manacle still around her ankle didn’t limit her chances.

You will follow my every command and order I give you, and any variation from that will bring harsh punishment down upon you. You are here to serve me, you have no other purpose, and if you fail me in that regard, I will feed you to the dogs.

The harsh tone and absolute conviction of his words, made it clear that he believed everyone of them.
 
His grip on her arm so tight it would leave bruises. She let out a scream, almost bringing her to her knees from the pain as he brutally squeezes and twists her budding young nipple. Her free hand moving to his wrist.

"ahhhh! Yes! Yes! Pleaseee it hurts!!"

Squinting her eyes as tears start to fill them.
 
Telgar continued to brutally twist her little perky nipple, squeezing it as he twists it hard. His eyes not showing the least compassion for her discomfort, as he ruthlessly applied punishment for her minor hesitation.

Yes? What?

He demands from her. Using pain as a method to force the response he wanted. Cuddling the captives had never proved an effective method for controlling them, and when any warrior cuddled or allowed some room for self determination for their captive the others warriors would laugh at their stupidity. The best and most effective manner of was the application of pain. Telgar subscribed to the traditional ways, and was an expert at inflicting the greatest amount of pain in the shortest possible time.

Tell me girl why I should stop? What are you going to do from now on?

Some might think it cruel, but to let them believe they had rights or choices was even crueler. There purpose was to serve and only to serve, anything else wasn’t nor ever would be allowed. The sooner they learned that, the happier everybody would be.
 
The pain so great tears came to her eyes .. her body withering in pain.. it felt like he was going to pull her nipple from her chest.

" aaaahhhhhh Yesss! yesssss ... Sir" she finally blurted out.

" Pleasee! Pleaseee it hurts," tears where rolling down her face, finally she yells out ... " yes i will do what ever you aaaAsk! just pleaseee let go" her lips quivering almost going to her knees.
 
Telgar administered his punishment the whole time she answered, and even then went a little further just so she understood that it was totally at his discretion. Finally though his hand and thumb let go of her abused nipple, the same time he let go of her upper arm, and gives her a push to the ground.

Good, I’m glad you understand. And if you don’t … well we can always give you some further education.

Telgar smiled at the girl collapsed on the dirt, her one nipple red from his abuse. The matter done, he started to move to leave.

I’ll be back later to continue your education. Be ready!

The large imposing man glared down at the small delicate girl on the ground.
 
She fell back hard .. crying and sniffling .. her hands going to her abused breasts.. holding them gently as she looked up at Telgar.

She hadn't realized she was holding her breath but when Telgar turned to leave she sighed with releaf only to have her heart kick up a notch when he turned to say his final words.
 
Telgar turned leaving her in the dirt. He walked off to take care of other business in the camp, heading towards the large communal tent in the center, he never looked back to see what the girl’s reaction was to his touch. Someone coming the other way might have noticed a small smile on his face. Several hours passed as the day warmed and the activity in the camp increased various people coming to and fro. None of them stopping or asking the small girl if she needed help or assistance, all of them ignoring her and her plight. Finally though there came an elderly woman hobbling along carrying a large leather bag its strap slung across her shoulder. She ambled up and stopped right in front of Kayla.

There you are, my you are a pretty little thing. Well I’m Shendra, and I’m here to check on you, and to give you some medicine.

The old lady slowly kneels done to brush some of the lovely red hair aside to check on the young girl. Lifting her chin and inspecting her, almost like one would look at a prized horse.
 
Kayla spent much of the day watching people as the moved around the camp.. Once in a while one of Tegars men would stop for a moment to admire his leaders new found pet. God she was so cold she wished she had a blanket to wrap around herself .. her mind was no longer on her nudity but instead it was how cold she was.. the ground was hard and after all night and most of the day sitting on it her ass was getting sore. Once durring the day she had to shoo one of the Horde's dogs as he was just about to raise his leg and take a piss on 'Her' post.. cause right now that post was all she had .. that and this stupid shackle on her ankle.. she tryed to get her finger between her ankle and the shackle but she couldn't .. the shackle .. though not terribly tight was rubbing and now her skin was raw underneath it. A couple of times she had dozed off. Only once to be awoken by that dog .. only this time he was pissing on the post .. and her " HAYYY" she yelled and the dog scurried off. Meanwhile a couple of man where passing and had seen what happened.. they laughed and poked each other as they walked off still laughing. ..
ahh gawd she felt so dirty.. what she would give for a bath...

Squinting.. who is this .. She thought as she saw the old woman approach.
Kayla could hear the old woman's bones creaking as she bent down to examine the girl and introduced herself to Kayla.

As the old lady tilted Kayla's head up .. Kayla's eyes looked frightened .. " please help me" Kayla whispered to the old woman. .. the old woman looked at Kayla, "well thats what im here for to help you," ... "No, not like that," Kayla whispered, looking around nervously, " Help me to get out of here." With that the old woman stared laughing loudly.. " Shhh, he will hear you."
as Kayla said this her eyes filled with tears.
 
The old woman had lived with the Horde for a great number of years, ever since she as a young girl and was captured and indoctrinated into tribe. She knew what was going to happen to the girl, what would become of her, and how utterly hopeless her fantasies of escape were. They all at first dreamed of returning to their original families and again taking back up the life they had, no matter how unrealistic that was. She’d had such dreams, and as this girl would learn, everything was about to change. She could almost remember those first few days and the harsh and brutal treatment she received at the hands of Telgar’s father’s father. Yet so to, she couldn’t help but remember that is was the start of something so different and so ….

She reaches into her large leather pouch and brings out a small vial of an amber fluid.

Here take this and consume it completely, it will stop you from your cycles and keep you from bearing a child. The tribe doesn’t allow a girl your age to bear children. Later you will be bred, and raise your child to be a part of the Horde, but for now your destiny lies elsewhere.

The old woman hands the young girl the vile and waits for her to consume it completely.

You should not speak of escape or help, for if it is discovered you will be punished harshly. You cannot stop or change what is about to happen to you, all you can do is accept it, and …

The old woman stopped mid comment, for she could tell the young girl that she could enjoy it, but such would just be lost of her, she would have to learn that for herself.
 
When she reached out to take the vile Kayla's hands where shaking.. but the thought of baring a child, any child but especially one with that .. that .. Barbarian repulsed her.. .. The liquid tasted nasty .. she gagged but managed to swallow it down.

When she looked up at the old woman she was crying.. " how could it be any worse then this" Holding her arms out in a display of, look at me i've been beaten, bruised, raped, branded and chained to this post.
 
The old woman took proffered vial and returned it to the leather pouch. The young girl’s question was one she’d ask herself so many time before when she was in the same position as this girl. Would it be fair to tell her what was to come? Would it do any good? She knew the answers or at least those that applied to her.

You’re not dead, and be thankful for that. It will only be worse, if you make it worse.

The words were true, but so to was the lie. Shendra knew that there was no way that the girl would accept all that was to happen, and thus it would get worse, probably much worse. And yet, she envied the girl, because there was something in the old woman that yearned to return to those days and experience them again. Something so primal, so carnal, and so exquisite.
 
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