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The Bounty and her Captor (MasterOfWhispers and Rapedoll)

MasterOfWhispers

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Night time. He always liked going out at night. Especially when it came to hunting down his prey. Funny how things turned out before he finally settled on this particular profession. Marcus Huntsmen was once the greatest hunter for his village capturing animals and bringing them back to feed his fellow townsmen. However, after many years the hunter became bored of such prey, feeling that he couldn't quite attain the same kind of "thrill". It was only when one of the citizens in the town committed murder that Marcus discovered in new kind of prey, and a new king of thrill.

Hunting Man.

After his first successful manhunt. He then took to becoming a bounty hunter. Reveling in both a battle of wits as well as combat.

Though on this particular day. The tall, dark haired, sharp featured bounty hunter was nearly broke after traveling from his last hunt. His armor was damaged, and he was forced to use some of his more plain peasant clothing. Tunic and trouser. He needed to hunt again. To once again drown himself in the thrill and the pleasure of it all.

At least that's what he what he would say, if it had not been for the fact that his previous prey a disgraced knight injured his body gravely. He would have to go for a less straining bounty.

And thus, in the town of Tristain, the hunter immediately traveled to the nearest inn seeing, what his prey would be to help ease his pockets. Such a bounty appeared. The hunter smiled, reading through the wanted parchment, blocking the noise of hundreds of drunkards, and the dozens of whores indulging in their practice.

"Young slave girl, escaped from servitude from a noble family. Will be rewarded upon bringing her dead or alive. Will get money in return for her body. If alive, Will get the girl herself." Marcus read quietly mouthing each word. A slave and money to go with her if he takes her alive. Well that would certainly be interesting. He could use help in taking care of some of his "needs" when travels. Not to mention the prostitutes have a tendency to screw the man out of a good piece of silver and coin.

With one swift motion, the man removed the wanted parchment and gently slipped it into his tunic. Another day, and another new investigation. The man was already eager to find out more.

Hours Later....
After asking around the local populace. The bounty hunter finally found his lead in the form of a local smuggler known only as "The Jack" After a few shake downs, the hunter was finally led to a particular hiding place. A smile brushed across his face as he found a special hidden passage way leading to the underground networks of the large town. The Hunt was to begin.
 
The small caravan made its way along the river in search of a new home. The attack came so suddenly and quickly that they didn't have time to react before there tiny caravan of three wagons was quickly surrounded. There was screaming and yelling.. the sound of weapons hitting metal and fighting. When the fighting finally stopped and the noise had died down the flap of one of the wagons was throw open, and there huddled in the back of the wagon where three scared young woman. The woman where quickly pulled from the wagon and blindfolded and separated. The traders had come prepared having see the small caravan the day before.. they had come for the woman.

For two days Kayla laid bound and blindfolded in the back of some wagon. Not knowing where she was being taken or what had happened to the others. Finally on the second day she was pulled from the wagon. When they took the blindfold off she was standing in front of a table with three men sitting at it.. two men stood on either side of her, they where the men that had brought her here. The men said some words to the men sitting at the table.. then the man in the middle reached out and handed one of the men standing next to Kayla some gold coins. The two men next to her left leaving her standing in front of the huge table with the three men.. scared and shaking, not knowing what was happening to her. Another large man came up to her and lead her away .. she was brought into a small room where there where 5 other woman.. all just like she was.. scared and not knowing what was happening to them.

They sat in that small room for two days until one of the men finally came for the woman and loaded them into a wagon.. from there again the woman where separated and shackled. Other people started coming and going.. walking around and looking at all the girls, a few of them stopping in front of Kayla and talking to the men asking questions before moving on to the next girl. After awhile one of the men came and got Kayla and loaded her into a privet wagon where she was taken she didn't know.. soon she found herself at a huge castle set up on some hills.

She was lead up stairs where she was brought to a large room .. the room was lavish filled with rich decorations. After a little while a man walked in.. he was a big man standing about 6'2" about 280 lbs.. he appeared to be in his mid 40's balding with a ring of hair around the sides of his head.
"Who are you?" she asked. "And why am I here? Why was I brought here?"
The big man laughed, "Well I am the man that just paid a fine price for you, and you are to call me Master from now on." He told her. "Now take off those cloths, I want to see what I just spent so much gold on."
"Ah! I will do no such thing!" Kayla told the man, holding her arms across her chest in defiance. "I want you to let me go right now!" she said.
The man roared on laughter, "You my little slut are in no position to tell me what you will or wont do.. from now on you will do exactly as i tell you to do." With that the man back handed her across the face, sending her falling to the floor. He reached down and wrapped his fist in her long red hair and yanked the tiny 102 lb woman off her feet and throw her onto the bed. In a second he was on top of her, Hitting her so hard she saw stars,.. his hands grabbing and ripping her cloths, his body was hot and sweating as it grinned down against her soft frame.
"Nooo! Stop!!!" she screamed for help as the man attacked her. Kayla was struggling under him.. she could hardly breath his weight was pressing down on top of her.. she reached out blindly her hands curling around a quill pen that was on the bedside table. She was blinded by terror.. crying and screaming.. her hands thrashing hitting at him trying to get him off of her. Then suddenly it was quiet.. The man on top of her his eyes wide staring at her. She could taste the coppery taste of blood in her mouth from when he had hit her.. then she felt something warm and sticky dripping down her neck.. it was blood... his blood. She squirmed and was able to roll the huge man off of her as he rolled over his eyes where wide open unblinking and glazed staring at the ceiling. He was dead, during her struggles she had stabbed at him blindly with the quill pen and it had sliced through his jugular vain.

She stood up.. breathing hard.. terrified. She had to get out of there before someone found out what she did.. but her cloths where ripped and she had no money. Where would she go? Kayla had never stolen anything before in her life, but then again she had never killed anyone either.. looking around the large lavish room she saw the mans coat.. going over she checked the pockets and found a pouch containing some gold. She pulled her long red hair up and tied it back.. wrapping a old scarf she found around her head to help hid her face and hair.. she pulled on the mans coat.. it was huge on her.. making her appear much bigger then her small petite frame.

It was late at night, she was able to slip from the castle unnoticed.. pulling the coat tight around her.. once outside.. she had no idea where she was.. or were she would go ... but she needed to get away from this castle before her crime was discovered.
 
"ouch." Marcus muttered to himself. His back was sore as he began trekking through the tunnels. It was rumored that this "Kayla" as the wanted parchment named her, was spotted using these tunnels, with one path leading all the way from the castle. Whether or not he could find a decent trailer here was left up in the air. Some time has passed since the murder has happend, and his "Employers." posted on the walls. He was rather uncertain if he would be able find the girl after a couple of days. Marcus didn't take the title Huntsmen because he believed it would suite his first name. He was the best tracker among the other bounty hunters.

The trail he was looking for seemed cold for awhile. However a trace of blood, and a scent in the air, told the astute hunter where Kayla was. Following the trail, and going through the long windy rocky paths, The swordsmen tracked down several more dry specks of blood as well as several pieces of cloth. The predator's mouth curled. This would be the easiest prey he'd catch. Very careless, though he suspected that the girl would be in disguise.

Soon enough, Marcus found what he was looking for. He has captured many criminals and escaped servants, and the one things he's always noticed was the way the move when they were trying to evade capture. Subtle postures, facial movements, even the way the walk were signs he could use to corner and go in for the kill. Though in this case Marcus was eager for the capture.

There was a crowd of people at a dark alley. Mostly, gamblers and smugglers doing deals on the side. A decadent group, and a place where any criminal can hide. All Marcus had to do was pick out a certain movement and pattern. A sign

Such a sign came in the form of a tall man heavily shrouded and cloaked. The bounty hunter knew right away who she was. No other man in this corner of the town was hiding their face. Only she was. A true amateur. Marcus took a moment to deliberate on which tactic to use.

The hunter approached a group of gamblers talking about a duel between two knights. The group was within proximity of where this "shrouded man" was. He spoke with the group, telling them about deals he made. Making it a point at not looking at his target but feigning interest in what they're saying. He just had to drop the right set of words and see if he can evoke any kind of reaction.

"Any of you late heard of that Kayla? That slave that just recently escaped. Heard she delivered a killing blow to that bastard of noble Barnes." Marcus spoke in a rough tone.
"Well shit. Sounds like my kind of girl. That bastard got what he deserved." The Gambler responded.

The trap was set. All that was left was to see if this girl would take the bait.
 
Once out of the castle the cold air hit her .. it seemed to move right through the coat she wore, or maybe it was just the fright that was chilling her to the bone. The castle overlooked a small village she fallowed the dirt road towards the village. Whenever she would hear horses or a wagon she would duck back into the bushes not wanting to be seen.

It was late at night before she got into the village.. still dark hardly anyone was on the streets. Her fingers ran over the small leather pouch she carried in her pocket as she headed towards a rather large building near the center of town. She was thinking about getting a room for the night and just as she was getting ready to open the door two drunks came stumbling out almost knocking her over. Which in a way was probably a good thing because it stopped her long enough for her to realize that it wouldn't be a good thing for people to see her. They might start asking why a girl would be out so late and traveling alone, and when people would come around asking about a young escaped slave people would remember the young traveler that showed up so late that night. It was only a few more hours before daylight she should probably wait and then in the morning see if she could find a way out of town.

That's when she met Jack, She was sitting on a bench outside when he stumbled over to her smelling like whiskey "Hay cutie"... HICK.. "whatcha doing out here so late? Don't you know it could be dangerous out here all by yourself?" Now you know dressed the way she was .. If Jack was calling her cutie he had to be hammered. That's when she made up some story about her father coming home drunk and she had to leave the house till he cooled off. Jack offered her a place to stay for the night, but there was no way she was going to go anywhere with him. She had almost been raped once that night .. she wasn't about to go off with some drunk and have him try to rape her as well. But while Jack was rambling on he did tell her about some under ground caverns that ran under the entire village. ..

Once the sun started to rise the tiny village streets became more and more busy with people as the more grew later she became more and more nervous, she was drawing more and more looks from people passing, and she knew by now they must have found the body back at the castle. Would they still be searching the castle for her? Or would they had realized she had sneaked out? It didn't matter cause soon enough they would be seaching the village for her. She needed to find a place to hid, and the trauma of the past night was catching up to her. She hadn't had any sleep and was growing more and more tired, finding it hard to keep her eyes open. It wouldn't do her any good to have escaped only to fall asleep out here in the open where she could easily be found.

So she made her way to the caverns under the village that Jack had told her about, and sure enough they where there, just where he said they where. They where dark and cold and damp.. she made her way down one of the passage ways where she found an outcropping of rocks that she was able to climb up on. That's where she fell asleep.

She slept most of that day and it was almost night time when she was awoken by the sound of some voices. It seemed that she was not the only one that had made there home down here in the caverns .. as she followed the sound of the voices she found a group of other transients. Mostly men but there where a few younger boys in there late to mid teens.. she cousiously made her way towards the group. They where standing around a fire cooking some food that they had rustled together. Her presents didn't even seem to faze them.. they barely looked up when she approached, to them she was just another transient. For the next couple of days she hung on the fringes of the small group .. the only time she would speak was when one would ask her a question and even that was short and brief.

After a few days she was able to make friends with one of the other young men.. she had managed to talk him into going into the village for her and picking her up some cloths ... she wanted a pair of pants and a loose fitting top .. one that would for the most part hid her body. Dawning her new cloths she tied a bandana around her breasts trying to make them as inconspicuous as possible. She pulled her hair up and slid it under a hat.. with her new look she looked very much like a young boy instead of a woman. She had given one of the other men the large coat she had been wearing it fit him much better then it did her. He was a tall man... it looked as if he had been in a fight he had a huge scare running down the side of his face which he tried to hid when he would venture out.

It had been about 8 days since she went on the run.. with her new look and everybody thinking she was a boy she ventured out into the village more and more. She saw the wanted posters of her.. and knew she needed to find a way to get away from here. Even looking like a boy it was only a matter of time before they found her.

One night she had been with the group they had been gathered around a fire in a back ally, each showing the others what they had been able to pilfer for the day from the local villagers. That's when they saw the tall man walking down the ally towards them .. she had been sitting on a box towards the back of the group while the man that she had given the coat stood on another box behind her. During the past 8 days she had been watching the other boys and men .. the way they walked and sat.. she had been trying to mimic there movements again in an attempt to hid the fact that she was a girl. So when she was sitting on the box she looked just like any of the other boys.

Although the this new man seemed friendly with a huge smile on his face the rest of the group knew he wasn't one of them.. his cloths where much cleaner and weren't ripped and ragged unlike someone that had been living on the streets. They watched this new man as he scanned the group, and then when he started talking about the escaped girl and her having killed someone, her heart skipped a beat. From where she sat she was mostly out of view from the stranger.. but as he started making his way around the group heading in her direction her heart raised as panic started to fill her... She watched him moving closer and closer.. she had all she could do not to panic and start running..

Then it happened .. it was so quick nobody saw it coming.. the strange man with all the questions leached forward grabbing the tall man standing behind her and pulled him off of the box.. the very same box she was sitting on, and pulled off the scarf that covered the mans scar. " Hayyy! Hayyyy! Just what da ya think ya doing!!!" The man yelled.

During the ruckus everyone scattered .. including Kayla, who again moved towards the back of the group. And while the two man wrestled Kayla and two of the younger boys started walking from the ally.. and just like the other boys she stuck her hands in the waist band of her pants looking like just one of the boys.. On the way out of the ally one of the boys turned to her, " He was looking for you wasn't he?"
 
"Moron.." The Hunter muttered under her breath. A complete amateur, began speaking up and asking questions. He wasn't even sure that Kayla heard his casual comments. The hunter disguised in peasants clothing would have to act fast. The next few moments though rushed by within a blur. Marcus watched as the amatuer bounty hunter grabbed the man that he thought was the girl and attempted to bind her. Chaos ensued. Other more professional bounty hunters who were standing in the fray began to join in. Arguments broke out. Bottles were smashed, and pretty soon the town guard would arrive. All because of the mistake of one idiotic amateur.

Marcus, had lost the trail. His perfect catch was ruined. He did not have enough money for a nice and warm inn, he didn't even have enough to get nice bit of food from the tavern. At least that's what would have thought. Had it not been for the fact that amidst the chaos of the brawling swordsman hunters, and the towns-guard that came in several minutes after there was a small detail that he began to pick up on. That was another disguised figure. What caught his eye most of all was the fact that this particular disguised figure tried blending in with a group of boys in a back all. Marcus chuckled, relieved at this turn of events. His hunt wasn't ruined, and more so, he could finally go on and capture her quietly.

He stalked the group of boys and girl, to a more secluded part of the alley. It was then that his suspicions about the who was behind the disguise was finally confirmed.
" They were looking for you weren't they." The boy said. The professional hunters mind began working quickly. Digging through a pouch from his belt, he withdrew a bamboo pipe he obtained from the east as a set of darts that were hand crafted by a man who was both a craftsmen and apothecary. He would need to utilize a dart laced with a sleeping solution. Taking out the pipe, he loaded it, and placed the dart inside aiming carefully at the girl. In the back of his mind, the hunter thought it was a bit too easy.
 
Chaos broke out in the ally behind her as her and the other two boys slipped from the ally and down another darkened street, quickly turning down another ally out of sight.
"That man was looking for you wasn't he?" One of the boys asked.
Kayla looked back and forth between the two boys, then looked down, they had reached the end of the other ally. "Yeah, I guess he was." she replied to the one asking the questions.
"He said you killed somebody," the boy said.
Then the other boy turned around and said, " That man said there was a bounty on your head.. that they where offering a lot of money for your capture. Tell us why we shouldn't turn you in and collect the money our selves?"
"Oh my god please don't. They will kill me. You know they will."
Then the boy started to look her up and down.. not just look at her but undressing her with his eyes.
"Then what will you give us if we don't turn you in?" He said as he stepped in front of her reaching out to grab hold of her.

Just then he stopped just as he was reaching out and let out a slight gasp. His hand went up to clutch at his neck and he slowly sank down to the ground.
"Davey! Davey whats wrong!" she shouted bending over and shaking him. That's when she saw the dart in his neck. She looked up the alleyway and saw Marcus running down towards her.
"Oh SHIT!" she exclaimed.
She scrambled up on some boxes and tried to reach the over hang on the roof .. she jumped and grabbed onto the over hang, but she wasn't strong enough to pull herself up. That's when she felt something pushing her.. pushing her up onto the roof.. the other boy had given her, helping her up.. but she was already up on the roof .. and running.
 
Missed! Marcus was getting a little bit too overconfident with his aim. He was over eager. A feeling that would sometimes get even the most mature of hunters. He had hoped to do this discreetly, taking her out and dragging her to the corner hiding with her to the shadows and escorting her back to the castle. Now it seems, this chase will have to end in one of two ways. Either her seriously injured or even death.

He did not want a death. She was too valuable to die. As not only his personal slave but also a source of income. He would have to give chase, and hope that the net he stored in his pouch would be sufficient enough to catch her.

An so he ran. But he didn't chase the girl directly on the roof tops. He had to cut her off, and Marcus knew enough about catching prey that he scanned enough of this city to figure out where she could possibly be headed towards. At least he believed she would go in that direction. The Girl from Marcus' eyes was too panicked to make a rational descion. He had to play his cards carefully.

Finally he found a good corner to hide. The moment he knew for certain which roof top she would heading to he prepared her net.
Then it happened all at once. The prey rapidly approached. Marcus noted how nimble and flexible she seemed. He would have to put good use of that flexibility later.

At that moment he tossed the net, and quickly but swiftly he had her in his clutches.
"That was quite a chase you gave me little girl. You always had me there." Marcus quipped looking down at Kayla with a smile. There was something alluring about the sight of her trapped in that net.
 
She ran across the roof and making the short jump to the next one.. all those times playing in rivers and streams jumping from rock to rock came in handy as she was able to run quickly and smoothly along the steep inclines and slopping dips of the roofs.

She didn't even see it coming.. one minute she was running the next she was wrapped up in a net..
She was breathing hard more from fright at seeing the big man and not being able to move then she was from being out of breath. " Please please let me go" she begged him.. "Please dont take me back there!" she knew he was going to take her back to the castle.. what they would do with her she did not know. She was still unaware of the conditions of her bounty all she knew was they where after her.
 
He laughed. His laugh cold and amused at the same time. "I refuse to do such a thing! Not after the travel you have a put me through." Carefully, he undid the net around her, and binded her hands behind her back with a pair shackles. Also for added security he placed a leather collar around her neck. It once belonged to a child hood pet he once possessed. Was hand crafted by one of the finest women in his village.

Carefully he placed a chain around the collar. " Besides, I believe you'll be pleasantly surprised. That you won't be staying at the manor once I've claimed my reward." He took a step closer. Breathing down her neck. "I wonder should I take you now or after I have you officially branded as mine." His hands began to glide all the way around her body, slowly feeling every inch of her short and tender form. He was hard at this point, but Marcus was sure to make sure to actually claim his eggs before he counted them. After all the reward did seem all too good to be true.
 
"Please Sir you must be mistaken," she said as she lamely struggled as she bound her slender wrists, " perhaps you have me mistaken for someone that looks like me." After all back in those days they wouldn't have had pictures, the best they could hope for would be a crudely drawn picture, and even that would be doubtful seeing as she had only just arrived at the Manor before she was escorted to the masters room so nobody would have gotten a good look at her.. well nobody that was still alive anyways.

When the man started moving his hands around her touching her and feeling her up she said, " Please sir I must beg you to stop, for my father is a well known noblemen and if he knew you where treating his daughter in such a way he would be extremely angry." Of course she was just bluffing but would he fall for such a ruse? how could he truly be sure if she was telling the truth or not seeing as he didn't have a picture and the description would be crude if at all. "but sir, If you just let me go immediately I will just forget this ever happened."
 
"That's rich. Then why did you respond to the name Kayla so suddenly." The Bounty hunger responded with a smug look as he stopped his groping and guided her to his horse. "I have to admit that Kayla is a very common name. But not many women. Hell I'll hazard a guess that women in general don't really find themselves in that part of town considering the types that traverse there. Very gutsy trying to hide yourself there. But ultimately a failure.

When they arrived at the tavern, Marcus made sure to place her carefully on horse back. "Try not to struggle when we get to the manor." Marcus whispered in her ear as he got on right behind her, and took the reigns. " You might break your neck when you fall off." .

The journey to the manor was short but sweet. As the town became cleaner and cleaner the closer they got to the more rich parts of town. The journey was simple. Considering the reward. Marcus would get in the end.
 
The trip to the Manor might not have been long but for Kayla each step was impending danger.
He had no idea of what her fate would be as she never heard the specifics of the bounty all she knew was that they had been after her and didn't care if she was dead or alive. Actually right now she was thinking that the first option might be preferable.

Again she tried to reason with the man, begging and pleading with him not to bring her in, but it seemed that all her begging was falling on deaf ears.
 
Finally, The arrived at the manor. Gently, Marcus guided the chained and bound Kayla. He was carefully. He didn't want the cargo to be injured when he arrived there. He spoke the guard at the front gate.
"I'm here to claim the reward..."
"Ah this must be Kayla" The guard responded his eyes a mere leer at the red head. He walked up to her inspecting her carefully. At one point he grabbed her chin observing her closely. "Such pretty little eyes." He breathed silently. "Your a very lucky man Mister Hunter. Money place this girl as your personal servant."
"About that." Marcus responded. "Why aren't they taking her back?" He was curious normally nobles don't just send bounties for slaves they would capture then give away to the hunter.

"It's more of the principle of the things" Called a voice from a far. An older woman dressed in white arrived from the manor. A countess. The woman had her own personal servant to the side carrying a small box. "Besides, killing in cold blood is to simple. I figure robbing the free will of a life is more then just payback. You must be the famous Marcus Huntsmen. I am humbled by your presence."
"As am I my dear countess..." Marcus Bowed back formally
" Your reputation proceeds you...I would here is your gold, and... I would be honored if a warrior such as yourself would delight staying the night in this manor. You can use some of our facilities. to Tame that wild red head of yours."

Marcus smiled this day was getting better and better. The servants welcomed him to the manor. His first duty would be to get himself cleaned up as well as his servant. He hasn't had a hot bathe in ages. And he should like to see what his new young slave was like all cleaned up and ready to please. The servants of the Dantes Manor, took Kayla aside and cleaned her up. Of course she was heavily guarded so she would not escape again. When his bath was finished. He was taken up to his room. A large chamber with stone walls and tools as well as a circular bed at the center.

"The tools to tame your pet are on the table." The countess in white said, before Marcus went up to bed. "Use them wisely. After the end of your taming be sure to brand her with your symbol..." The countess smiled " Have a wonderful evening Master Marcus."
Marcus looked carefully at each tool. A whip, another collor, A flogg. Even more bindings. His mind was in deep thought when heard a knock on his chamber door...
"Come in." He called. As the servant of the count. as well as his slave entered the chamber.

"
 
In the scuffle with Marcus when he had captured her, her hat had fallen off .. now her red hair flowed down over her shoulders and back going down to her hips. She kept her head down as the guard and Marcus talked about her, this was the first time she heard that they weren't taking her back. When the guard tilted her head up she hissed at him like a frightened kitten, and shook her head so he had to let go of her chin.

When the older woman came forward she heard her say that they weren't going to kill her. But she was still confused .. did she just say that they where giving her to this man? It was only slightly better then being killed.

By the time Kayla was led back to Marcus she had a few more bruises on her then when she had left. She fought like a wild cat when the guards tried to take her cloths off only to have the other servants dunk her under the water. They didn't beat her, but they weren't gentle with her either. Although her fighting and struggling didn't help her either. A couple times she thought they where going to drowned her when they held her under the water. Wither this was to punish her for what she did or it was to get her to stop struggling she didn't know, perhaps it was a little of both.

When they had finally finished with her then led her up to the room that she would share with Marcus for the night.. walking in she stood there looking at him a look of contempt in her eyes.
"I will not be your slave!" she stated boldly after the other servants had taken there leave.
 
"Lets not have any more of those fantasies." Marcus shot back. His voice high with amusement. "Nowhere else to go. No family worth mentioning. Or even out looking for you. As for as what you should be concerned I'm your source of life and possibly desire. You better realize this soon." He walked up to her, each step like a reaper approaching his latest departed. His eyes gazed down on the young girl. In an instant, his arms grabbed her shoulder squeezing to the point that he would cause further bruising.
"Did that hurt. Your an for even more pain."

The bounty hunter grabbed her hair, ignoring her possible complaints and yelps and dragged her over the steel table. Bent her over the table. His hands over her ass.
"Hmph nice clothing you have. It's in the way." Whatever clothing the servants gave her he immediately ripped away. Revealing the form of a truly young woman.
"First order of business." Marcus said in a formal tone. " Lets see how much of your ass can take." Taking his bear hands, he raised them up into air. Striking them.
"Now count those slaps." He ordered his new slave. "If you don't your punishment will increase. "
 
She continued to struggle and try to fight him off .. her frail attempts where no use against the strong man. "owwwwuuuccchhhh," she wailed, " let me goooo" she screamed at him as he dragged her across the room .. tossing her against the hard metal table.

"ahhh.." she reared back as he grabbed and groped her tight round ass through the flimsy skirt the other servants had given her. His strong hands started pulling and ripping at the cloths she was wearing .. she wasn't making it easy for him as she kept trying to reach back and hit him.. but kept missing, but soon he had her stripped naked and exposed as he held her down across the table.

As his hand came down on the creamy white flesh of her ass she immediately screamed her body bucking back against him as she struggled even harder. The tender skin of her ass immediately turned bright red with the mark of his hand stamped down on it.. instantly bringing tears to her eyes.
 
The redness to her ass was like seeing a ruby formed in his very eyes.
"Know this." Marcus breathed into her ears. " By the end of this night you will beg for every bit of me . You will desire to serve my every whim." The Bounty Hunters hands began to explore. every inch of her body. Groping her nicely shaped breasts. And feeling around her belly. So petite. So firm. Then his hands glided down to her slit. A finger slipped inside. Not to long but for a simple moment.
"hmmm your a virgin aren't you?" Marcus asked his face slowly shifting to a leer. " Oh dear. So he didn't claim it yet. Looks like the fates have smiled on me today."

His tongue, slipped over her face. Licking. As if he was tasting a fresh piece of meat for the very first time. His hands began to move some rope from the table. With the precision of an artist. Her bound her hands, and slowly tided the rope all around her body in a complicated set of knots and weaves.
"A little trick I learned from the far east as well."

He took on of the chains hanging from the sealing and began to loop and lock the ropes tied around her breasts. Gently He lifted the small body up. Until she was suspended in the air. Take a whip from the metal table. He brandishes it. In a more threatening manner. Suddenly. With the force of a Gazelle, Marcus unleashes the first strike on her ass.

Craaaaack

The first his left more crimson marks on her ass.

Craaak.

For many more minutes he continued her assault. Striking in regions both visible and barely visible.
"Now let me ask You Who is your Master?
 
Her face was red from both crying and embarrassment as Marcuse continued to spank her delicate ass. She had never been exposed and touched in such a way in her life and now this crass man was groping her while he beat her tight ass bright red.

"ahhh oh my god!" she gasped as she squeezed her thighs tightly together around his hand as his fingers slid along her tight slit.."ahhhhhh" then she felt his finger forcing its way between her pink puffy pussy lips she could feel it pushing inside her... "Ohhh noooo pleaseee stop it!" she begged .. her face raging with embarrassment. "yes of course I'm a virgin what did you expect!" she said back to him over her shoulder as she still swing her tiny fists behind her in a futile attempt to hit him.

as her hands where swing trying to hit him when he was able to grab her wrists and bind them behind her back dragging her across the room and chaining her to a hook from the ceiling.. " let me down from here" she screamed just before the sound of the whip cracked through the air.. her body arched back as she screamed feeling the sting as the whip cracked across her ass.. immediately a welt forming where the whip had hit.
"Nooooo! Nooooo! Neverrrrrr" she wailed as he continued to whip across her back and ass moving down to her thighs and back up again.. she was sobbing .. tears rolling down her soft face..
"You will never be my Master! " she wailed in defiance.
 
If the her site of her whipped for the first time had his blood boiling, then the sight of her suspended in the air and her ass at the point crimson had him has hard as iron. Of course he still had some work to do. Like reducing her outbursts. But Marcus could already sense some progress.
"I don't really think you are aware of your situation my pet." Marcus smiled back coldly. "Either your call me Master willingly or your punishments will increase."

His hands slipped over her slit again, feeling the bulb that is her clit. Slowly he incircled it with his index finger. "Perhaps another approach would be more appropriate for this occasion. Tell me, how does this feel? I'm sure you haven't felt anything like this in your entire life." His index finger increased it's more circular motions. The Hunters eyes were staring directly at his helpless slave as continued his gestures. He was watching closely this time. Judging her body's reactions. After a few more motions, he felt wetness bless her pussy.

"mmm" Marcus said licking his fingers. "Your juices really are a fine nectar. Did you enjoy that? My what a little whore you are. Let's make this more interesting." . The hunter paused looming for at the steal table. He smiled at a small wooden box in the corner lablaed "Needles.". It had been years since he employed such tools. Picking up the box, he opened it. The needles were shiny as if they were never used before.

Taking one needle, he began applying it to the suspended slave. All throughout her body he applied the needles, Puncturing her flesh. But never deep enough to the point where she was bleeding. Of course, he didn't apply the needles throughout all her body. He avoided her knees and legs. For good reason to. By the end of it. She looked like a doll pinned with sewing needles. Time for the next stage of this game.

"Slut." Marcus said fervently. " Your knew costume it appears has gotten my cock hard. I will need you to attend to it." He undid the chains binding her, gently lowering down. He then grabbed her head and forced her on her knees. When she was on her knees he undid the belt around her pants, revealing a large cock, shaped to please any woman.
"Open your mouth." He commanded. Grabbing the back of her head, he slowly pushed her cock into her mouth. The moment it touched her tongue though. His hips gyrated, and thrusted forward.
 
She felt the heat of the flush of embarrassment in her cheeks when she felt his fingers rubbing her privet parts. she had never been touched like that before and found it very disturbing at first. She was glad when he had stopped after just a few moments once her soft pussy lips became wet.

She watched as he moved across the room and took out a small box from one of the wooden shelves and carry it back across the room towards her.. When he opened the box she saw it full of needles the type a seamstress would have used. She still had no idea what he had intended to do until he picked one up and brought it close to her skin... She watched in horror as he rubbed the sharp point over her creamy smooth complexion leaving a small red trail in it's wake.. the he drove the needle throw her skin... she screamed over and over again as he repeated the same action with needle after needle until he was satisfied that he had used enough. Tears where streaming down her face sobbing so hard she could barely catch her breath.

He forced her to her knees as she still cried and sobbed.. before she even had time to protest he pushed his cock deep into her mouth... she gagged as it hit the back of her throat as she struggled to move away but with his hands holding the back of her head she was helpless as he started pumping his hips... she gagged and drooled around his huge cock.. tears where streaming down her face as she struggled to breath between each thrust of his hips, his cock driving deep into her throat.
 
The back of her throat was absolute heaven. His grip around her hair tightened the harder he got. His eyes gazed directly at her's as he forced her head to bob up and down in a rhythm worthy of even the most lewd of minstrels. After moments of pure bliss, he felt himself on the edge of cumming. Marcus couldn't quite do that yet though. There was still a few more games to play with this crimson headed slut. After a couple of more thrusts, he stopped. Enjoying the set of his cock covered from the saliva of her mouth.

"Now tell me." The hunter said silently pulling her up on her knees. "Who is your master." Gently he laid her on the bed, careful not to drive the needles that where already all over the top half of her body. After a moment of silence he asked her again. "Who is your Master?" This time, he raised his hands up in the air, and brought against her face
"Who is your Master" His asked, the voice of his volume growing with his next slap.

He asked the question over and over again. The next he did, he began to remove the needles slowly. Taking them away from over part of her body. Watching with great interest the the slight red marks that were left with her complexion. After he had finished, He asked again.
"Make this easier... And I will reward your. Who is your Master." His hands glided over her petite and her virgin slit, gently with his index finger and thumb he twisted it slowly. "Do you not want your reward?"
 
The sound of his slaps ringing out in the room only drowning out by the sound of his voice ... her head was spinning as she almost went unconscious as he slapped her so hard, Only to be jolted by yet another brutal slap across the face... she was moaning .. a slight trickle of blood dripped from her lip.. "Noooo stop" she moaned weakly as she back handed her again as she refused to say what he demanded of her..

Her eyes where stinging with tears as he slowly pulled the needles from her creamy white complexion .. tiny beads of blood forming where the needles had been pulled from.. She tried to keep her legs tightly closed when he grabbed her her tender vagina. "No let me go please." she begged him still obviously refusing to give the answer he was looking for.
 
"This all can be easier for you, you know" The hunter whispered back into her ears. Slowly he inserted a finger into her Vagina, and lowly he curved that finger ever so slowly. "You have to go and accept your situation. If you do that an entire world will be at your whim."

His heart skipped a beat slightly as he felt more moisture building up around his finger. He slipped a second finger in. "Your mouth may refuse me, but your body is sending another message.". With a swift motion, he laid her flat against the bed and with his other arms he began spreading her legs. He watched with great fascination as there were several trickles of blood where he inserted the needles. His tongue glided around her thighs were he placed this needles.
"Last Chance, Before I take you. Because after this my cock and your pussy will soon become one. Who is your Master."

His mouth moved over to her clit, and with the rhythm of a pro minstrel he began to lick. Another finger has been inserted.
 
She felt her pussy tighten even more around his fingers... her face became flushed as embarrassment and anger raged through her at being touched in such a manor. There was nothing she could do to stop him as he pressed her back against the bed spreading her legs even wider ...

She felt so exposed and humiliated as she knew he could see ever but of her privets.. No matter how much she struggled and tried to move away from he she was no match for his strength.. in all her struggles it just made her already tight pussy squeeze around his fingers all the more.

She gasped, in shock when she felt his wet tongue flicker across her sensitive little clit... she never felt something like that before and she turned a deeper shade of red with embarrassment to think someone would be kissing and licking her privets like that... at the same time her tiny clit started to sweet and grow hard turning into a tiny pink bud that throbbed under his expert tongue... her hips bucked up on there own against her will as it felt like all her never endings where attached to this one little bud... she could feel him sliding another finger inside her.. stretching and opening her tiny little hole just a bit more. Her tight pussy starting to release it's sweet nectar around his fingers as his fingers and tongue kept working her..
Her head thrashed back and forth as she moaned and continued to beg him to stop. "Nooo, Nooo! Please stop! I will call you what ever you wish just please please stop, I'm a virgin." she begged him again.
 
"Oh...call me what now?" The bounty hunter responded, his face growing into a leer. His tongue penetrated her inner thighs, he inserted another finger to help widen her tight hole. His other hand began tweeking her little bud. Oh how he enjoyed tormenting this young girl. He wanted to break her and reshape her into whatever he pleased. A smile browsed across his face, He continued playing.

"mmm your juices are so fulfilling. I can go at this all day. Squeeze you dry even." . For a moment he removed his fingers, and licked them clean of the young girl's honey. "Tell you what. I'll consider stopping this, if you call me Master." Four fingers this time went into her virgin hole. "With though noises you make, I doubt you want to though."
 
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