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The Horde (Tyr & Forbidden6ex)

See was that so hard to say?

Telgar laughed as she confessed in a shallow voice her pleasure, for yet again she’d given in, such a small little thing, and yet it was one more step in her training. Even though his hands and cock continued for a few more moments to hold, possess and pleasure her body, he was done with her for now. So without any warning he pulled back away from her, his cock slipping from her ass with a plopping sound, as the remaining trapped piss and cum spilled from her ass.

His length still substantial, dangled between his legs, glistening and dripping in piss and cum. He walks around to face her, she can now see what had been his weapon of choice, as he reached out and lifted her face up, to look directly into her eyes.

You have pleased me, so you may sleep in the tent tonight.

Telgar reaches up and begins to untie her bindings, first unbinding the chain that was attached to her neck, though he didn’t remove the leash or the collar. Next he released her arms, removing the leather straps. He makes no effort to stop her from falling into the puddle that lay beneath her. Instead he grabs the chain that was connected to her collar and secures it tightly to one of the poles. Her area of movement very restricted as he makes sure the she can’t escape. He pets her head as he talks to her again.

Please me again, and you may yet have the honor of sleeping in my furs.
 
Her face was flushed and pale, her eyes open but glazed as he pulled her had back.. a soft moan drifting from her full lips. When he lets go of her head it falls back down her chin on her chest to weak to even hold it up.

When he released the first arm it fell limply down to her side, and as the second arm was released she crumbled onto the floor barely conscious, only the smallest of moans coming from her abused body to weak to even cry.

It must have been almost an hour before she even attempted to move and crawl out of the puddle she had crumbled into.
 
Knowing she was properly secured, and wouldn’t escape, Telgar stepped back and looked at his prize, though she was battered, cum covered, dripping in piss, and laying in a puddle of mud, he was pleased with her, very pleased. The euphoria of orgasm diminishing, he too felt the need for rest, so he moves over to the pile of furs and plops down. As he’d done his entire life, he slept in the nude, stretching out and letting sleep overtake him, not a worry or concern in the world.

Sleep came quickly as he lies on his back; his cock rests on his lower abdomen, as he begins to dream. Nestled in the furs, he dreamed of battles both on the field and in the furs, the plunging of his sword through enemies, and of his cock into their women. Such were his favorite dreams, and today had been such a good day, that one of those women looked just like his new captive.

So he slept, his breathing deep and steady, as he was victorious both on the field of battle and between the legs of their writhing women. The only evidence of his dreams was the hardness that sprouted between legs. He shifted within the furs as he proved his prowess over and over again.
 
Even if she hadn't been secured to the post she was to weak to go anywhere as she drifted in and out of consciousness or perhaps sleep it was hard to tell.. Every time she would move she would be awaken with pain, the welts and bruises on the outside as well as being torn and battered on the inside... she was still bleeding from both her ravaged holes.

Even her sleep wasn't a refuge for her as she softly whimpered and moaned out in her sleep.. dreams of her dieing grandmother flooded her dreams and always the face of Telgar looming over her.. she had dreams of her body being split in half as if by a sword but in her dreams the sword always turned to be Telgars cock. She had dreams of people pointing there finger at her, laughing calling her dirty and a slut and then there faces and voices would turn to Telgars as he even taunted her in her sleep.
 
Telgar slept his dreams as full of action as his day was. Finally the sound of animals stirring, and roosters crowing rousted him from his sleep. He came awake slowly stretching out in the furs as he pushed out his arms and yawned. Finally he reached down past his morning wood and itched his balls, looking over at the young girl chained to the post. Some very pleasant memories of the prior day coming to mind, and several more of the dreams he’d just had concerning her sexy little body.

Feeling good, and in an excellent mood, he gets up and moves across the tent, the fire in the center of the tent now nothing more than some smoldering embers. He grabs a fruit that sat in a basket far out of the girl’s possible reach and moves over to her prone form.

It’s time to wake up.

Telgar bites into the apple, and begins to chew as he waits for the girl to awaken. He stood there his cock still sprouting a hard on, as he waited.

Are you hungry, do you wish to feed?
 
She slept partially crunched down hunched over her long red hair pooling around her tiny frame. The welts on her back evident by the her position. She moaned in pain as she stired awake .. waking to the sound of the crunch of the apple as Telgar bit into it. When she looked up her eyes kept moving right past his already stiff cock, although the state of which wasn't lost on her, to his face. The juice of the apple dripping down his chin as he ate.

She licked her dry lips, she hadn't had anything to eat since the night before last when he feed her outside the tent and it had been even longer since she had anything to drink. The sweating and screaming the night before had also taken a toll on her small body. She was starving and thirsty. and the apple looked sooooo juicy and ripe.

Her huge blue eyes gazing up at him as he ate.
"Yes please, may i have something to eat." her voice sounding small and frail
 
Sure you may feed.

Telgar like all the warriors nursed their captives initially, letting them participate in the Feeding, a ritual going back so many generations. So he stepped forward, reaching down and grasping his cock and pointing its tip toward her.

Come suck on it as you did your mother’s teat, and you may feed.

The apple he was eating was never offered, as he held his length out for her to have. The other hand continued to hold the apple and to eat as he waited. There was no threatening tone, instead it seemed that Telgar was offering her some sort of gift or prize and that she should be grateful for the offer.
 
She didn't say anything, she just lowered her head, her long red hair falling around her. She was crying, but still she didn't move. .. Then slowly, still on her kneels she moved in front of Telgar, still with her head lowered. By the way her body was shaking it was obvious she was crying. Her tiny delicate hands moved as if to reach of his cock.. but they where shaking so badly she just let them fall back into her lap. Then slowly she leaned forward.. she closed her eyes tight as if to block out what she was doing as she slowly wrapped her lips around the head of Telgars cock slowly working it into her warm mouth.
 
Telgar stood there doing nothing to force her compliance. He simply ate his apple and watched her efforts as she slowly worked her lips around and down his cock. With his legs splayed his hand kept his hard cock, aimed downward as the girl pushed it into her mouth, her head coming upwards as more of his cock slid into her.

There you go, work it, milk it. That’s right suck on it like a hungry little baby.

In some twisted way, he seemed kind, gentle and compassionate as she worked his length into her mouth. Telgar’s thick legs held him steady as she worked at her first Feeding. Even though she couldn’t see him with her eyes closed, he smiled at her, pleased at her first effort at this.
 
With the beating and subsequent rape still fresh in her mind.. last night had all started when she had refused him. Knowing that another scene like last night, so soon, would probably kill her she had little choice. For if she had a choice she would probably do the same thing. So she forced herself to go down on his cock pushing it deeper into her mouth, her lips wrapping tightly around it. She worked her mouth up and down his long shaft all the time sucking on the huge mushroom head.. her little tongue working around the head of his cock... she could taste his precum as it dripped on her tongue. She was disgusted and more disgusted with herself for doing this as it make her feel so dirty and ashamed. Her little body was shaking at his feet as she sucked on his cock his body towering over her kneeling form.
 
Just think how good it’s going to feel, when I fill your hungry belly.

Telgar continues to hold the base of his cock helping her to get as much in as she can take, his legs bending a bit to assist. He finishes the apple and tosses the core to the side, his free hand coming down and stroking her head as if she were a good pet. His eyes staring down mesmerized by the look of her young lips stretched around his thick girth.

That’s right little girl; show me how hungry you are.

Having had a night of wild dreams, and now to have a young sexy girl feeding on his cock, Telgar knew he wouldn't have much endurance, then again this particular act didn’t require endurance. So he smiled at her, as she worked to get her first meal.

I’m almost there baby, you don’t want to loose any, wrap those lips tight. Grab a hold if you have to, because I'm going to cumm....

Telgar groaned, the release boiling within his balls, as the proverbial dam broke, and his cock began to spew his seed.
 
Her blue eyes where huge as she looked up over the top his his huge cock as she nursed it with her mouth. Her warm full lips sliding up and down the shaft her saliva coating it in her warm mouth.. His hand and words did little to comfort Kayla, if anything they seemed to be having the opposite effect as tears rolled down her face. She had known by the way he had raped her mouth that he liked the feel of it sliding in and out.. so with out the brutal effect she slid her mouth up and down his long shaft but not deep enough to gag her only what she had to endure.

She felt it throbbing as her tongue ran up the length and circled around the head of his cock before going back down and licking up the shaft. But when he came in her mouth it still shocked her, the cum filling her mouth almost made her gag as it started to drip down the side of her mouth.
 
Telgar watched a his cock began to pump it hot sticky cum into her mouth, and was initially pleased till, she began to let it escape out the edges of her mouth. He grabbed her head by the hair with both hands, and forced his cock deeper.

You don’t waste your food! I told you not too spill any.

Telgar’s knees bent as his arms curled and he forced more of his cock deep into her throat, while it continued to blast his load into her.

Didn’t you parents teach you anything about eating everything, and not wasting your food!

Both hands gripped her head, keeping it pinned to his groin, her neck bulging were his cock was buried deep in it, the long thick length pulsing as it dispensed his seed into her.

Now swallow!
 
Her tiny hands so white against the huge barbarians tanned thighs as she gripped struggling to breath... Telgar burying his cock deep into her tight throat forcing her to swallow or drowned in his cum as it choked her. She was gagging as he held her head forcing her to drink his cum. Everything started to fade darker as she struggled to breath only seconds from passing out.
 
Seeing the young girl about to lose it, he pulls back withdrawing his cock, taking the long bulging length completely from her mouth. There his cock slick in her spit and his cum hung. The end still oozing the last of his seed, he glares down at her, displeased with her failure.

Now clean it girl, and don’t waste a single drop.

The tone clearly indicates his displeasure at her poor performance. The muscled legs still apart as the massive length hung above her head, a dribble at the end almost ready to fall. His eyes staring at her with such intensity.
 
Gasping for breath.. her eyes clear and all she can see is his cock in front of her and hearing his voice above her. She was almost terrified as she looked at the huge cock and saw the cum about to drip off it, in her mind she had little doubt by the sound of his voice that if that dripped off and hit the floor she would be in a world of trouble. With out even hesitating she leaned forward and licked the cum from the top of his cock.. Letting her tongue drag across his cock.. her lips pressed against the head seeming to almost be trying to suck the last of his cum from the head of his cock.
 
Telgar watches as the young girl swoops in catching the dribble of cum about to fall. Telgar smiles as she makes the save, and then begins to lick and clean his cock. His hands still entwined her hair, ready to react if she failed to accomplish his demand.

That’s better! Get it all; suck it right out my cock. That's a good girl.

The fingers begin to release giving her a little more freedom. His eyes staring down, watching her, making sure she does every inch of his length, and gets it perfectly clean. The Feeding was a critical element of the Horde’s indoctrination process, and as such was ritualized. All the warriors would be doing a similar thing with their new captives. His hand sliding through her hair as she applies her mouth to the task.

You’ve eaten, would you like to drink now?

One of his hands again moving to hold his cock.
 
She was crying in shame as she licked the last of his cum from his cock.. she wondered if it would be better to be dead then to have to endure this humiliation.
She still had her lips wrapped around his cock as he asked her if she would like a drink. And even though he asked.. she knew he was telling her she would drink even though her little mind wouldn't grasp exactly what he meant at the time.

With his cock still in her mouth she nodded yes
 
The girl did as he instructed licking and cleaning his shaft. So he smiled down at her when she accepted his offer of drink, for this was the second part of the Feeding, a ritual that all new captive did, some even referred to it as nursing. So he held the base of his cock, her lips wrapped around the head and some of the shaft. So with little delay, he releases his morning bladder, and lets the girl drink.

You will serve me, I will protect you.

Feed!

You will obey me, I will nourish you.

Feed!

Take your drink from me, and know it is my gift to you.

Feed!

Take this part of me, and know it binds you.

The words crafted in a time long since passed, Telgar saying them as his father had to his captives, and his father’s father, and so on. Again Telgar didn’t force her for it was a gift, a custom that bound the captive to the captor. As a boy he could remember the girls between his father’s legs feeding, as they discussed some trivial detail or ate. So he took pride in the fact that he could feed his captive and give her nourishment.
 
When his warm piss started filling her mouth she had all she could do to keep her lips wrapped around his shaft. She wanted to gag and spit it out of her mouth. but after the beating she had for not accepting his cum she hated to see what would happen is she spit this out. He seemed so proud of himself like he actually thought it was a gift.

She was bruised and badly beating, but she wasn't broken not by a long shot, even now as she forced herself to drink from this man her mind was thinking about the day she would get away. For now she would do what she had to do to slowly win his trust, but as soon as the opportunity arose she would make her brake.
 
Telgar was surprised, and though he’d hope she would improve and properly engage in the Feeding, he had his doubts, which were dispelled as the girl kept her lips wrapped around his pulsing shaft as he pissed into her mouth. He really thought he’d have to ram it down her throat, but instead the girl sucked down his flowing stream. The stream was steady, and he stopped in places to give her a chance to swallow, one hand still holding his cock, the other stroking the petting her head affectionately.

Good girl! Just keep swallowing; you’re doing a good job.

Telgar stood their patiently letting her drink from his cock, like a mother would let a baby feed from her tit. There was always a bit of competition amongst the warriors, to see who could get their captive trained the fastest. So many things they needed to learn and do, and some took to it naturally, other fought it the entire way, and yet another set seemed to comply by were lurking ready to flee or strike out. Telgar like all the warriors was vigilant, because it was so easy to end up with a knife in your chest or your manhood chopped off if you weren’t careful. A slave’s size or that they were chained didn’t mean they weren’t dangerous. So even though Telgar was enjoying the feeling of the girl’s lips wrapped around his shaft as she fed on his warm stream of pee, he watched an tried to gauge how far along she was in the her transformation, and what was really going on beneath those beautiful eyes.
 
Even though he was stroking her hair and telling her how good she did, it couldn't take away the shame and guilt she was feeling..
silent tears where running down her cheeks as she gently nursed his cock. When she was done she waited till he pulled it from her mouth, then she just lowered her head. and waited.

She wasn't sure what he was going to do with her chain her back outside, beat her or perhaps rape her again.. she was so small as she knelt there at his feet waiting to see what he would do next.
 
Telgar’s bladder emptied, till he had no more, the girl having done a good first effort. His hand squeezed the last few drops into the girl’s mouth, her having swallowed it all. The young girl was crying but that was of no concern, she would just have to learn to deal with it, and realize that it was her duty. He stood over her his thick member hanging there having discharge all of his needs into the small girl lying prone beneath him.

When you are hungry or thirsty you will let me know, and I will feed you. Now it’s time for you to leave.

Telgar grabs the chain on the collar, and uses it as a leash. Moving to tent flap, he moves to exit his tent, and for her to go with him, if she delays or doesn’t keep up, he simply drags her. His intent was to bind her again to the post outside his tent, this time using the chain on her collar, leashing her like a dog to the pole outside.
 
After Kayla had finished her morning meal she was laying under him softly crying feeling ashamed and dirty.. she wasn't sure who she hated more at that moment herself or him.

She was still crying when she felt the tug of the collar, caught off guard she almost fell back but soon recovered fallowing Telgar out of the tent. She wasn't sure what his intentions where at that moment. Had he found yet another way to torture her and making her feel worse then she already did.

She was actually revealed when he chained her to the post again and walked away. It had just been a long night of hell for her .. her whole body was crying out in pain, but the worse pain was how she felt about herself and what she had to do just to survive. She had to ask herself was it even worth it.

She looked over and saw that the other girl that had been chained to the post a few tents down from hers was no longer there. She wondered of the girl was going through the same things she had had to endure.
 
Telgar left the young girl chained to the post, knowing she really had few options and escape was the worst of them. He headed off to deal with various matters that kept him busy as leader of the Horde. It always amazed him how something even as cohesive as this clan was, still could argue over the most trivial of matters. So with more pressing matters to attend to, Telgar headed to the large council tent at the center to render various verdicts that were required of him.

So he was quickly gone, and the young girl lay there in the dirt ignored as various members of the tribe went about their daily business. None seemed to pay her any attention as the day warmed as the sun rose higher and higher in the sky. Since no real time was kept, but about the time the sun had reached its zenith in the sky, Shendra the old woman returned.

Well girl I see we meet again. I’ve come to check up on you and to tend to any of your wounds. How are you feeling? Are you injured?

The old woman begins to paw at the young girl, looking her over carefully, to see what might need her attention. She checks and replaced the cloth protecting the spot the girl had been branded, rubbing more salve to make sure it healed properly.

Speak and I will attend to any of them.
 
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