Attention! (IWishThat&Valanaer)

[IWishThat..]

Her heels clicked against the floor as she moved, brilliant green eyes sweeping across the world outside the windows. The world outside them seemed a far sigh from what was going on inside that room. War waged outside it, no matter where she looked. However her heart was cold to it after years of living through it, of seeing family and friends killed before her. It made no difference now, who died and who won. All that mattered was that she followed her orders right down to the T. Did what she was assigned to do and go back victorious. It was all her life had come down to, giving and taking orders. A rather boring life if you had to ask her. None had even come close to defeating her yet and as she watched the war rage on she could already tell that the enemy forces were falling back, dying off one by one until there was nothing left to do but surrender. The moment that happened she moved, heels clicking across those wooden boards as she headed through the door and down the ladder. Dust kicked up when her heels hit the dirt, gloved hands dusting her brown skirt off before she turned and started to make her way to the front lines.

By the time she got there her troops had already lined up the ones that had surrendered, her cold green eyes slipping across them as she headed over. Instantly her troops came to attention, all eyes on her as they watched her walk over. She couldn't blame them. Her five six form was striking, tiny waist and big bust line. Along with her long deep and rich brown hair that was always pulled up and into a bun. The skirt showed off her almost perfect legs, only marred by a few small scars from wars past. They were reminders now, of failed attempts on her life. All in all Jazmine was a fine piece of work. From her head to her toes.

Reaching up she lifted her hat off her head, acting as if she was flicking off a piece of dirt from it before she looked back to the kneeling line of captured foes. "You!" She pointed to one of her own soldiers, using one perfectly white gloved finger to point to him. "Is this all of the prisoners." The man instantly went into a salute, giving her a nod. "Yes, Sir!" She didn't smile at his response, turning from him and looking to the line once again. "Good. Then we shall dispose of these filthy creatures." She snorted, turning to head back towards the guard house as her soldiers moved to do as ordered. Her feet didn't even falter as she headed back, barely even giving the prisoners a glance as she continued. That is until something caught her eyes. Her feet faltered, her heart jumped and an undeniable urge to posses over took her. Slowly she turned, anger dancing in her green eyes as she looked from one prisoner to the next. Nothing. For the first few there was nothing and then.. it happened again. It took her breath away and made her pulse dance.

Blinking a few times she stared at the man, trying to figure out what it was that made her feel this way. For the moment she couldn't figure it out but she couldn't just walk away now. It was as if an order from her heart, telling her -no- ordering her to possess the man.

Moving forward she grabbed the man by his face, forcing him to look her straight on. Her eyes looked his face over, soiling her glove in the process. The soldiers came to a stand still once again, staring at her as if she had gone crazy. Her, above anyone else, believed these people to be below her. To be even lower than dirt. Touching one was out of the question, let alone giving them more than a passing glance. But here she was, touching one, staring at one. It was as if the world came to a stand still in those moments for the soldiers, all wondering what had gotten into her.

With a scoff she pulled away from him, grimacing at her glove as if she had just touched something disgusting. "Bring this one to my tent." For a moment no one moved, surprise on a few soldiers faces. She must of gone crazy. "Did You Hear What I Said!" Her fierce gaze turned to the man closest to her, watching him jump as she grabbed the sword hanging from her side and pointed it at him. "Now." She hissed the word, eyes narrowing. The last thing she was going to do was repeat herself. The soldier scrambled forward, grabbing the man by his arms which were tied behind him, dragging him in the direction the general had been going in before she had stopped. They were far from the camp but she was more than certain she would see him in her tent when she got back there later. A slight smirk slipped onto her lips, watching a few more soldiers move over to help take the man back. Honestly she didn't care how many men it took to get the bastard to where she wanted him. Placing her hat on her head she turned once again, sheathing her sword once more and using a hand to motion for the men to continue. She could use this bit of entertainment. Use the time it would take the bastard. Because that was what she was going to do, find any angle she could use to figure out what the hell intrigued her so much about him.

 

[Sarah]

The same constant soreness that had plagued his muscles for weeks continued, his body throbbing as if to tell him it wasn't all some horrible nightmare but instead a harsh reality. He had to keep sharp despite the dull pain, pushing his body past the limits he had spent countless hours expanding over the years with training, going farther than he ever believed possible. Nothing could have prepared him for the war though and even as he parried the most recent attack sent in his direction he knew that the battle wasn't going to end well. It wouldn't be the first time and no doubt the last, his people had been fighting for months with the larger force and they had been pushed back at ever turn, not even minor victories to speak of. It was starting to take its toll on all of them, loss of morale and exhaustion beating them all down before they even engaged in combat. It didn't help that some tactical mastermind led them, some female general of great renowned, enough that even Ashal had heard of her.

He himself was no great general, although he was impressive in his own way. Ashal was the most skilled combatant in his village, making most veteran warriors submit when they sparred. His body a toned machine, a medium frame packed with lean muscle. He stood an impressive 6'1", taller than most in his village, and his looks didn't disappoint either, his attractiveness agreed upon by the women of most villages even if he didn't realize it himself. Most of all though his intelligence set him apart, more than his skill or appearance he excelled in understanding anything put in front of him. It made him the perfect successor to his father and allowed him to understand the more advanced nations that seemed to surround his own, not only their language but the beliefs and technology they possessed. Unfortunately none of that helped and they were still being pushed back, but he was not giving up.

He had no time for idle thoughts though, not about himself, his enemies, or the future, he had to lead his people and the clang of swords mixed with screams of the fallen reminding him of that quickly. He pushed back the soldiers in front of him, cutting one down for good and slicing another who came his way. Unfortunately despite his skill and effort it didn't matter, while he could push them back the people beside him could not, most of them being first time fighters only given weapons due to the dwindling number of trained combatants. That being the case they were soon cut down, the trained military men of the other force making short work of the inexperienced tribesmen and before he could mount a counter offensive their line, if it could have ever been called one, had broken. The people scattered, many of them being shot down by arrows of skewered by a flanking line of enemies. The rest surrendered, dropping their weapons and putting themselves at the mercy of the enemy. Ashal however did not.

He would not surrender to the monsters who killed his people and when they approached he showed them what real skill was, cutting down nearly ten soldiers before they encircled him and forced him to the ground, immobilizing and disarming him before he could do anything. Rope was tightened around his wrists, cutting into the flesh mercilessly, and he was dragged to his feet in the most unpleasant way possible. As like the rest of his people he was dragged into a line not to far from where the fighting took place, all of the men not chasing down the runners now stood guard, one of them kicking his as he walked past as some kind of idiotic warning. The rest stood, swords drawn, and waited for something. At first Ashal didn't know what they were waiting for but it became obvious as he saw the feminine form approach. No doubt the woman before him speaking so harshly was the infamous general, her tone making it obvious that she meant business. She walked down the line of them, ordering them to be taken care of and in that moment all of the people panicked, his men who thought surrendering meant life realizing how sadly mistaken they were.

He had expected as much, the rumors about her not speaking kindly and her hatred for his people being well known, so he was quite calm, his head raised proudly and his sharp blue eyes full of defiance that his body was currently too beat up to convey. What he hadn't expected was the woman's next action, she did a double take, stopping and coming back to the line instead of leaving, and to make it worse she approached him specifically, even going as far as to grab his face. He didn't lose the look of defiance but hatred soon became present as he looked upon the face of the woman who was slaughtering his people, gritting his teeth and trying not to lose his composure. Nobody seemed to understand what was going on, even her own men, so he had to remain calm and try to figure it out for himself, though even after she ordered her men to remove him from the line and take him to her tent he couldn't figure it out.

The last thing the young man wanted to do was be removed from his people though, given special treatment, no he wanted to be right by their side whether that be to fight or to die. Instead he was being dragged away by several men, albeit only because they were forcibly dragging him, his bound state and condition making even his struggle pointless. As he was dragged along he began to wonder why she had requested him be taken to her tent, whether she knew who he was, that he was not only a powerful warrior but the chieftain's son. It shouldn't have been possible for her to know but he couldn't think of another reason he would be spared from death and dragged away, unless of course he was to be made an example of.

He was soon thrown into a tent, no doubt the generals tent as it was larger than the others and the inside resembling the woman, or at least in his eyes. They left him on the floor though, his hands still found and guards posted outside to prevent any and all escape attempts. The man would not try to escape though, as far as he was concerned he could have a chance to end her life at some point if he let it play out and if he died he would at least like to end her life as well. Not that he knew why he was being kept in her room. He simply hoped that whatever happened to his people outside that it was quick and painless, even if his fate would not be so kind.

 

[IWishThat..]

Once she was sure that the men were dragging the man away she gave a nod, turning to her men and following them as they dragged the rest of the survivors away. Quickly she directed her men to take them all the a secluded building, frowning as they were pushed into the building and she stepped inside with her men. For now she would keep them alive, as leverage over the bastard she had dragged back to her tent. She knew how oriented they were around their tribes and all that so it would come in handy. Frowning she looked around, noticing that this was nothing more than the warriors that had come to try and fight back. Snorting she gave a shake of her head, ordering her men to give them food and water and keep them there. With that she stepped out, sending a few men out to scout for where they could of hid the rest of their tribesman. If she was going to fully wipe them out she was going to have to get rid of the whole tribe. Woman made babies and in ten years they could be back to fighting strength again.

once satisfied that her men were doing as they were instructed she started to slowly maker her way back to her tent. For a few moments she wondered who he was, frown deepening. If she was going to crack him she was going to have to know things he didn't know she knew. Grabbing a near by soldier she sent him on a errand, one that would hopefully gain the mans name at least. With that she started off again, feeling rather confident that she would be able to make him crack in the next week. If it took longer than that she could always kill his people and not tell him. He wasn't going to be leaving the tent so there would be no way for him to know anyways. That thought made her smile, something that had the soldiers standing near enough to see whisper about what she could be thinking about. She herself was a beautiful woman, though smiling was not something she usually did. It usually meant something bad was about to happen and she was going to be the cause of it.

Reaching she paused, staring at the flaps of the tent for a moment before she pulled in a deep breath and stepped inside, instantly seeing the man on the floor. The soldiers hadn't tied him to anything and she frowned, green eyes smoldering with unhappiness. How did they expect him to stay put if they had just placed him inside? Beyond that why hadn't he escaped if he had had such a good opportunity? Her men were elsewhere taking care of his tribesman so the only people watching the tent were the two standing outside the tent right there. This only intrigued her all the more and she grabbed the handle of her sword, slowly pulling it out. The sword rang softly in the quiet, making her smirk slightly as she used the tip to force the man's head up to look at her. "Name." The word came out briskly, watching him as if she expected him to instantly answer her. It wasn't like she was expecting much from him anyways. His race was below hers. Even if he was human, he was a sub par one. He barely even deserved the attention she was giving them to slaughter them. "I will find it out one way or another. Torture all your.. friends until i get what i want." Her eyebrow rose, pressing the blade harder against her chin, slicing his skin and making blood start to bead.

 

[Sarah]

Ashal took some advantage of his alone time, he looked around the room for something to cut the rope binding his hands and tried to sort everything out in his head. It seemed that there was little chance of a clean escape and even less of a chance for a rescue so he would have to be careful and do something if an opportunity presented itself. For the moment he was looking for something to cut the rope restricting his movements. Unfortunately for him he didn't have enough time to act even after eyeing a knife on one of the tables, the female general came back to her tent a little to quickly. In fact the only reason she didn't catch him over near the knife was the sound from the men outside, practically alerting him to her presence. Ashal went back to his spot on the ground and sat back down, his head pointed downwards and his hands still completely secure, much to his annoyance. It was lucky for him that the woman didn't seem to realize he had been moving around moments before but it was no reason to get comfortable, he still had no idea why she had him brought to her room. Besides, it wasn't just him, if any of his tribesmen were still breathing he had a duty to find out and this woman could tell him so long as he was skillful about it.

The sound of a sword being drawn from its sheath put him on edge, his first thought being that she intended to kill him herself, take his head out as some sort of morale destroyer or to prove a point, what he hadn't expected was for it to lift his chin up. The surprise didn't show on his face, the hatred was still present, his sharp eyes starring up at the woman before him without the slightest hint of fear or hesitation. She was rather intoxicating despite the situation, her body more beautiful than most and every part of her screamed sexy. His dislike of her far outweighed the effects of her body though and as she asked for a name he kept his cool, not giving away all of his cards immediately. First he knew her opinion of his people, she believed them to be worthless idiots. That was an advantage for him, he could feign ignorance and make her lower her guard, not show that he knew her language and make it seem as though he was just another stupid tribal warrior with nothing but brawn.

It was a good plan, the element of surprise would be his when the time came, he just had to play it close to the chest, make sure that she didn't find him so irritating that she cut his throat as she no doubt would, his small cut simply a warning. The hardest part of playing dumb was stopping his natural reactions to what she was saying, asking his name was one thing, it wasn't hard to figure out what that meant for anyone, but as she spoke on about torturing his friends he had to focus not to let his anger show and remain rather calm. Of course looking on the bright side helped, her ability to torture them meant they were still alive and it was something. Pain and suffering were not important, the small nick on his neck didn't even phase him, all that he wanted to do was save his people and find a way to destroy the tyrant in front of him. "Ashal..." When he finally responded it was one word, his given name and he even thickened his accent to make sure he sounded like any other member of his tribe. Other than that he said nothing, staring up at her defiantly and waiting for her to make the next move, itching to see a nice wide opening.

 

[IWishThat..]

Waiting. O how she hated it. Every moment that simply ticked by that she had to wait only inflamed her. A small scoff left her lips the moment he replied, body instantly going into motion. Her foot swung her around, kicking the bastards head and effectively knocking him over. Obviously he had taken too long in answering her question and it pissed her off. Her movements were fluid, making it seem all too easy for her to move in such a way and hit with such power. Her heel made no noise as she placed her foot on the ground again, not even sheathing her sword as she flattened her skirt again. If he had seen a flash of her panties, well he probably wouldn't remember it anyways. "Disgusting creature." She spit the words out, letting out a puff of air as she turned and started for the door to the tent once more. "Might as well torture them all anyways, just to make sure he's telling the truth." She muttered the words under her breath as she moved, using her sword to lift the flap of her tent and motion to one of the men outside. After saying a few words in a voice too quiet for Ashal to hear he rushed off, practically running to do her bidding. The second man moved in beside her, having been ushered inside after she spoke to the other man.

Turning she looked to Ashal once again, using a hand to motion towards him. "Move him over there and tie him to something this damn time. No telling what the disgusting thing will get up to when i'm not around." She huffed, watching as the man grabbed Ashal and dragged him over to a post that had been dug into the ground. Quickly he tied him to it, having to first untie his hands and then retie them around it. As that went on Jasmine moved over to pour herself a cup of tea, the set waiting for her on a dresser near a large bed. Pouring herself a cup she looked at Ashal, green eyes seeming to be studying him as she took a sip. Once the soldier was done he gave a bow to her before hurrying back outside to keep guard. For a few moments she stood there, fingers gently tipping the cup back for her to take a sip. Her time was her time and she would spend it how she pleased, not how someone else did. If she decided she wanted to stand there and stare at the bastard then that was what she was going to do. Because it was her choice.

Gently she set the cup down, it making a tinking sound as it hit the silver platter before she moved over closer to the man again. "Tell me where the rest of your tribesman are." Her eyes narrowed, arms crossing underneath her large breasts and making them perk up just a little more than they already did. Of course she didn't think about that at the time. Really she was much more focused on the man at her feet than anything else. "Tell me and i just might spare you and the ones we find. That is.. as long as they don't fight back." She gave a small smirk, finger lifting to tap her lip. "Can't have them doing that. We are already at our limit for how many prisoners we can take, don't want to have to start killing woman and children to keep the numbers down, now do we?" Her eyebrow raised, almost wanting to get a rise out of him. To see that anger boil in his brilliant eyes. It made sparks curl in her stomach, a feeling she had never experienced before. Yes, she wished for him to hate her, to look at her with those dreadful eyes. For him to fight back! To try and take her on. She had never before met her match, had never before been over taken. Maybe that was what drew her to him? He could match her intensity, could match her hatred. She was going to have to test that.

 

[Sarah]

Whether it be the delay in his response or the lack of understanding he had seemed to anger the general and it came with a swift and skillful heel to the face, causing him to hit the ground hard in his current condition. It happened quick and she made it clear she found his answer and him to be disgusting and displeasing, not that he really gave a shit about what she thought, although he did care about his people and when she mentioned torture he had to grit his teeth to keep himself from shouting at her. If she tortured his people they would eventually break, as loyal as they were most of them were not soldiers, most of them were civilians without any combat experience or training whatsoever. If it came down to it one of them would spill information, he just hoped it was one of his soldiers, they could take the pain and depending on their level of training they could give away information that while sating the woman's curiosity would direct the attention back to him and not reveal too much.

It seemed he wasn't to remain seated on the floor and the other guard came over and dragged him across the room, tying him to a post that was pushed down into the earth, inconvenient to be sure but it required his hands to be untied and retied with gave him a perfect opportunity, he made sure to give himself a little extra room to get out of it, the soldier not being the most observant man. It would make it that much easier to get out of his bounds whenever he wished without making it look like the rope was loose. Hopefully it would fool the cruel woman in front of him because if it did he would be one step closer to finding his perfect chance. It did make him a bit nervous as she began to stare at him, drinking something or not her eyes being focused on his made it possible that she knew what he was up to. He continued to keep calm though, waiting for her questions to start or the torture to begin, as any other reason for his being in her tent would make no sense.

Soon enough the questions came, she moved over to him and he made it a point to stare at her with as much malice as he could. His intensity worked against him though, as the questions were asked she made her breasts more pronounced, the already appealing body of hers just making itself that much more present. Not that he was the kind of guy who let his lower extremities rule his decisions but the war had kept all of them moving for a long time and he hadn't partaken in any pleasurable act in a long time. It didn't help that she was absolutely gorgeous or that his exhaustion lowered his defenses a bit. He managed to keep his head on straight of course but it was still on his mind, even if he had pushed it far behind other more pressing matters. It helped when she mentioned slaughtering women and children, his attraction for her being replaced by disgust of his own and he simply smirked, a very cocky look that got his point across without words, although he added a few in his own language just to piss her off a bit more. "My people will never kneel before you and one day, whether it be me or someone else, you will be extinguished from this earth you bitch!" He nearly growled, his features just intensifying and all of his strength showing, the fiery spirit inside not nearly quelled.

 

[IWishThat..]

Her eyes studied his face as she once again waited for a response. A smirk. A cocky one at that. Her eyes narrowed slightly, a look of pure hatred crossing her features. He wasn't even done speaking before her foot was once again slamming against his head. This time however he couldn't fall over to the side, arms holding him in place. She cussed under her breath, anger making her green eyes twinkle in a dark way. Did he not speak her language? That would only make this all the harder. Though, she couldn't deny the spark that boiled her blood was a thrill, one she had never found before. This disgusting creature was becoming more and more interesting to her and that was only going to be this man's downfall.

Her lips parted to speak again before a flap on her tent was pulled back and a man stepped inside, his own green eyes first glancing from her to Ashal and then back again before bowing slightly. "Sir. I have done as requested." A smirk slipped onto her lips, eyebrow lifting slightly as she shifted so that she was half looking at the man but Ashal was still in her peripheral view. The man stayed in his bowed position for only a moment longer before he stood once again, arms folding behind his back as he stood at salute to his general. "His name is Ashal. And he seems to be the chieftain's son." A smirk slipped onto her lips, hand coming up to gently tap against her lips in thought. "And the one that betrayed Ashal?" She didn't take her eyes off Ashal as the soldier spoke. "Killed. As ordered." She gave a nod, watching Ashal's reaction before focusing on the soldier again. "Very good." With that she gave a wave of her hand and motioned for the man to leave again. He gave a bow before turning on his heels and quickly moving through the flaps of the tent to leave Ashal and Jasmine alone once again. It hadn't taken long for someone to crack, Jasmine had known that it wouldn't take long to find someone that would crack. Sacrificing Ashal for their own safety always seemed to put some urgency in a person's heart. Of course having a gun pointed at your men always had people throwing others under the bus.

Slowly she stepped over to the table once more to take the tea cup in hand again, lifting it to her lips to pull the rest in the cup into her mouth. After swallowing she poured another cup, grabbing the chair to drag it over in front of Ashal and sit in it, one leg crossed over the other in a rather lady like way. Her eyes wandered over Ashal's face once more, seeming to study him for a few moments. "i've never had a Chieftain's son before." She smirked at her own words, still gloved fingers tapping against her tea cup softly. You could almost see the wheels turning in her head. Her eyes trailed over the small cut she had made in Ashal's skin, tongue slipping across her lips at the mere sight of it. It was a beautiful color against the males skin. At the thought she stood once more, setting her tea cup down once more to head over to the table again. Humming softly she reached down and pulled open drawer after drawer. Now that she knew more about the man she knew he wouldn't just give in to her, she had to force him to do it. Push him until he broke, until he screamed for her to release him, screamed his loyalty to her.

When she turned back around she was holding a whip in hand, having multiple strips of leather hanging from the handle. Each strip of leather had a shiny piece of metal at the ends of it, smirking slightly as she advanced on Ashal again. She was a few feet from him when she stopped. Without taking her eyes off Ashal she called for the man outside the tent, smirk darkening as she told the man to move Ashal over the table across the room. Her eyes never left Ashal as the table was cleared and the man was yanked to it, forced over it and his hands tied to the legs. "Won't reconsider, Ashal? You just might be able to convince me to save your people. No one but me can." Her hand lifted, snapping down to snap the whip across the man's tanned back. Red cuts bubbled up where the metal had cut through his skin, making her gulp slightly in delight.

 

[Sarah]

The woman's behavior was baffling, one second she was asking him questions and the next he was getting a heel to the head, a strong painful one at that. No doubt her reputation was due to her temper, even after such a short amount of time with the woman he knew it was going to be very unpleasant as long as he stayed in her company. He had to remain calm though, not reveal that he understood her and keep up the act of angered tribesman. It wasn't difficult, she hated his people to the point that she assumed they were ignorant. The hard part was hearing that one of his people had been killed after information had been dragged out of him, his status as the chieftain's son being revealed. While he was upset to hear that a man under his command had just died it wasn't unusual, more concerning was that she hadn't been aware of his status, that meant he was not in her tent because of his position as the next chief of the tribes. None of it showed on his face though and he kept a blank expression, hatred still in his eyes but no signs of anything else as he observed the female.

His observations didn't tell him much, all he could get was that the woman was cold and had an odd fascination with him, one that he would like to figure out before something bad happened. It nearly made his skin crawl the way she looked at him, it was like he was some piece of meat or a toy for her to play with in order to quell boredom and he didn't like it. She soon reinforced that as she went digging around for something in her drawers. What she came back with was no joke, it was a whip and a nasty looking one at that, an instrument not designed for any purpose other than delivering a high amount of pain. Before she even ordered her man to move him he knew it wasn't going to be fun and that while he would have to endure pain she would enjoy dishing it out. So when he was dragged over to the table he didn't resist, he merely kept the ace in his sleeve to himself, made sure his loose bonds were unnoticeable and prepared himself for the worst.

It had never been like this before, his country had been a peaceful one with people who helped each other and supported each other. It was only after the foreign military invaded that they had to worry about fighting and things as cruel as torture or murder. Sure it happened occasionally but it was now on a whole new scale. Of all the people Ashal was the most suited to endure these hardships, he was a strong man both in body and mind and while most of the others she held captive would break rather quickly he would not give her that satisfaction. In fact as he closed his eyes and prepared himself he couldn't help but smirk, a few more words in his native tongue coming out just to make her angry as it seemed to do, "You will never break me... No matter how much suffering I have to endure..." His voice seemed almost content, as if he was ready for what was to come, and as he waited for her first strike to come down he thought about his people and just why he had to find a way to end this as soon as he could, as soon as she gave him a decent opening.

 

[IWishThat..]

Her smile only darkened as her hand flicked down again, watching the lines appear in that tanned skin. It sent dark chills through her, this pain she inflicted on him. It was more a show of power than much more than anything else. She had all the time in the world to get what she wanted of him and it honestly wasn't for him to answer any of her questions. She didn't need him for that. He was a good tool to keep his people quiet but her main objective was to over come this fascination she had with him. This draw and pull she felt coming from his direction was confusing and appealing, even annoying all at the same time. There was only one way she knew of to get anything out of a person and that was pain and lots of it. Her hand never stopped moving, even as blood started to trickle down the mans back and onto the table. Her eyes glittered darkly, listening to the sound the whip made as it moved through the air to snap painfully across Ashal's back. She didn't stop until another man walked through her tent flaps, a brief glimpse of sky appearing. It was getting darker. No more than thirty minutes had passed but it had been late enough in the day for the minutes to make a difference.

Reaching out his hand grabbed Jasmine's wrist, stopping her down stroke and effectively turning her around. A look passed across her features, one that spoke of hatred and lust before she huffed and allowed him to take the whip from her. For a moment she watched him take the whip and pour water across the strips of leather to wash the blood away before she lookd to Ashal again. She was probably going to have to have someone bandage him before the morning. Wouldn't want him to die just yet, right? Moving forward she reached out, gloved fingers almost gracing Ashal's back before she stopped herself. She was frozen there only a moment before she turned once again, a frown deepening on her lips. This attraction to everything about him was infuriating. So much so that she wanted to destroy him.

Reaching the bed she paused, slowly taking one glove off before setting it on the bed. The white gloves were speckled with blood and the moment she realized this she glared, eyes flicking to Ashal before she tossed the pair of gloves towards the floor. If not for the man moving towards her again she would have advanced to Ashal again, intent on making him hurt again but a tempting hand around her waist stopped her and a soft gasp came from her. "Please, Ma'am. You promised to spend the evening with me if we won and we did." The southern accent was present in his tone, lips brushing against her. A small chuckle came from her as the short hairs of his beard tickled her neck, delicate hands coming up to push at the man's muscled shoulders. "He must be attended to first. Would be a pity for his tainted blood to ruin my rug, now wouldn't it?" She hummed softly, watching the frown from on the man's lips before he sighed and released her. Turning he glanced to the tents flaps, contemplating for a moment before he headed over and grabbed one of the men from outside. Quickly he commanded for the man, not much older than 25, to clean the blood up before it ruined the rug. He gave a nod of his head before he grabbed a towel and started to pat at the desk, cleaning up what had already started to pool up on it.

As Jasmine watched she smirked, sinking slowly down onto the bed. "Turn him. I wish for him to see this as well." The soldier glanced to the pair of them, as if to make sure she wasn't kidding, before he grabbed the leg of the desk and shifted it until Ashal had no choice but to look at the bed. Her smile widened. Just the thought of his eyes on her turned her on. "Now, come here Wythe." The man sighed happily,obviously happy that he could now get what he had come there for. Turning he headed for the bed, hand slipping across her cheek to tilt her head up before his lips descended upon her own.

 

[Sarah]

When the whipping began there was no denying it was painful but he did his best not to express any signs of discomfort, although it proved impossible by the end. She got to hear him scream a few times, even while he muffled the sound by gritting his teeth. The pain was not something he was use to, sure he had been in pain before but never tortured, even if he was a tough man. The bitch did seem to enjoy it and that made him pissed off. The whipping only stopped when another man came into the room, apparently having some form of control over the crazy woman. What happened after that simply made his skin crawl, the man who entered the room seemed to be implying they would be having sex only because of a victory. That being the way she rewarded her men was insane and he almost gagged at the thought. The woman still seemed to have some interest in him over the man, she made it a point to come over and inspect him in a way he hadn't expected, it was almost as if she were attracted to him, it was disgusting.

She seemed angry about it at the same time but he didn't care about how she felt, it was her obsession and he had no say in it as made obvious by his situation. He could have dealt with it though, that was until she made it seem like he was some animal, having his blood wiped up and not bothering to bandage his wound, in fact she had him turned instead to watch, like she was simply toying with him. Of course he could have closed his eyes and fallen asleep from the pain but he didn't want to give either of them any sort of satisfaction and in fact a thought came to his head, to ruin it for them and that was exactly what he would do, make sure that they knew it didn't bother him, or at least not as much as she wanted it to.

So as they began to kiss and proceed onward he smirked, not speaking in their language but messing with them, "Not a good kiss from where I am, he is a bit sloppy, like he is a bit too eager to be with you." He was sure he could do better, his confidence actually quite high when it came to being with women. Not that she or the man would know what he was saying or anything about his confidence but it was still fun to say and think, it got his mind off of both the throbbing pain and the weakness that had been building in him for what seemed like weeks. Regardless he continued to mess with both of them, even saying something he would have no doubt regretted if she were able to understand him, "I bet you're thinking about me as he touches you, I have noticed the way you look, it isn't merely due to my status or you're apparent disgust that draws your eyes... I wonder how hurt your lover would be to know you find me more appealing then him..." The smirk was still on his lips and he stared right at them, his eyes unwavering as he watched.

 

[IWishThat..]

The first moment his deep voice reached her ears she paused, eyes flashing to him before a slow smirk slipped across her lips. Mm. So her little prince was upset. It was obvious by how he spoke and the look in those piercing eyes. Wythe continued to kiss her, ignoring Ashal as he continued to touch jasmine. His hands slipped across her skin, gently unbuttoning her shirt and kissing the skin that slowly began to reveal itself. The second time Ashal spoke they both stopped, Jasmine having stopped Wythe from unbuttoning her skirt. Gently she pushed him back, eyebrow raised as she contemplated the man she had tied to her table. Wythe held his breath as he waited, almost expecting her to turn him away before she gave a soft yet surprisingly warm chuckle. "I think our little prince wishes for some company. Wythe chuckled as well, large hands grasping hold of her hips to pull her hard against him once again.

"Yes, My Lady. It would seem that way as well." Obviously this wasn't turning out the way that Ashal had been hoping it would go. Honestly they weren't upset that Ashal had been speaking the way that the man had wished it. Really they just thought he was upset because he couldn't join. Of course if it hadn't been for his poor upbringing and the very fact that his lowly position disgusted jasmine she would have no qualms with having him join but because of the circumstances she was completely against it, Wythe knew this. His dark eyes moved o the tent flaps once again. "Thomas!" He snapped one of the guards name, the boy from before appearing once again. "Go get Christine. Now." The boys hand snapped to his forehead before he uttered a sir and turned and left.

It was only moments later that he was pulling a girl into the room, her skin just as dark as Ashal's. There was shouting outside for a moment before it seemed to fade and the girls head lifted, fear and anger in her bright eyes. They were the same color as the sky, a brilliant blue that seemed to dazzle in the soft light. She muttered under her breath in english, saying something about the people being in the room being bastards. Before jasmine's fingers snapped and Thomas pushed the girl towards Ashal, watching her stumble to her knees, dark hair covering her face for a moment. "Christine. Dress his wounds and give him some.." She gave a small chuckle. "Company." The smirk on her lips practically screamed arrogance. She knew Christine couldn't refuse such an order and she watched as the girl pushed the hair from her face.

Slowly Christine stood, mumbling once again as she glared at Jasmine and then the tent flaps. For a moment it seemed as if she was going to try and make a dash for it but a moment later she sighed. There was no point in trying, she wouldn't make it. Turning she glanced to the man tied to the table before she headed over towards him. "This is going to hurt, Ashal." She said the words softly, obviously knowing exactly who he was. Christine was from the same region but not the same tribe, a different one that had been waring with Ashal's before this had all happened. Reaching out she touched the still bleeding wounds, making sure there was nothing inside them before she started to gently clean them once again. She was much gentler than the man had been and she was much slower, making sure he was clean before she found some bandages. As she worked jasmine's eyes watched them, never leaving the pair even as Wythe's hands moved across her skin again, stripping her of her shirt before starting to work on her skirt.

 

[Sarah]

The depravity of the situation was amazing, how the two people in the room could believe he wanted to be part of what they were doing. He simply snarled as the two looked at him, nothing fierce but the reaction was enough to make his disgust clear. In truth he would rather face a hundred beatings than sleep with the filth in front of him. It wasn't a comfort when they told the guard to go get someone else though, he had a bad feeling that he was going to be the woman's entertainment as she allowed the man Wythe to have his way with her. It was only when the girl came into the room that he showed some form of emotion, not much but enough to reveal that he knew the woman thrown down inside of the tent. It was Christine from the village nearest his, they had been at war for a very long time but he had seen her on occasion when him and his father visited the enemy village for talks. She was beautiful and even in the situation he couldn't help but stare in disbelief.

When Jasmine ordered her to clean his wounds he wasn't so opposed to it, only the second part of the order made his skin crawl and once again he felt sick at his stomach. Ashal was by no means the type to find gratification in having a woman pleasure him forcefully, whether he was the one making her do it or not, no matter how beautiful she was. The woman couldn't deny Jasmine though, the bitch was too powerful to disobey and Christine seemed to know it. She knew who he was though and at least for the bandaging portion she didn't seem to mind it, even if they had been at war, and going as far as to be gentle for the duration of the cleaning and bandaging process. He was thankful for that, sure he could have taken more punishment and pain for the sake of his people but he, as anyone else, preferred to avoid pain, and in his case to feel the soothing wrappings as opposed to dripping blood.

Ashal spoke to Christine as she was finishing the first aid, his native tongue soft for her as opposed to the sharp and rude manner he spoke towards Jasmine. "It's odd how we find ourselves in similar positions suddenly, no longer fighting one another but held prisoner by such a tyrant... Thank you for helping me despite our history though, your gentleness was a comfort..." Ashal even managed a small smile but he didn't expect the reaction, instead of some form of smile back or nod he was greeted with a look of shame and embarrassment. He was confused at first, until he felt her hand running against his inner leg and brushing up his toned muscle to his crotch. His eyes widened a bit and he looked over at her barking in his native tongue, "Stop it now!" He was not entirely embarrassed but he didn't like the idea of doing what they were told by the bitch. It didn't stop Christine though she simply looked at him with a pitiful and apologetic look as she removed every last garment of his clothing obedient to her earlier orders.

Christine seemed rather shocked as she looked at Ashal, his entire body was chiseled and his face was handsome, but most of all he was quite well endowed, more than most men and it was impressive. It wasn't enough to make her forget about the situation but it did make Ashal show his first signs of embarrassment as she began to touch him. It wasn't the first time of course but it had been a long time and it seemed that all the exhaustion and pain he had suffered had caused his sensitivity to skyrocket. With ever stroke of Christine's hand he felt a small shock of pleased and as he hardened it only got worse. He tried his best to keep himself under control but with Jasmine's eyes watching Christine made sure to get into it, moving underneath the table and placing Ashal's cock in her mouth immediately, no foreplay and only a bit of hesitation where she looked towards the flaps again, as if thinking about escaping one last time before resigning to her fate. It wasn't as if it was the first time she had to do something like this, Jasmine had ordered her to do similar things to the dirty soldiers under he command and they had been cruel and abusive. At least with Ashal it was a countryman, an attractive and nice male who didn't reek of filth and try to hurt her.

The fight and spirit had diminished after she began the act, replaced by a look of defeat as her mouth enveloped his hard cock again and again all for the pleasure of the onlooker Jasmine. It was a horrible sight for Ashal, a strong beautiful woman from his nation forced to do such a thing on the fear of being killed or worse if she refused. No doubt she wanted nothing more than to run off but Jasmine was quite terrifying and her orders seemed to be obeyed quickly even by the most steadfast people. It was all a bit too much for Ashal though, the entire situation making him sick to his stomach while at the same time wave after wave of pleasure coursed through him. Her mouth caused him to moan slightly, only being silent due to him gritting his teeth. He kept his eyes on Jasmine though, not closing them and looking at her straight on with hatred and fury. If he could he would end her, stop the torment she was causing. For the moment he just had to try and deny her as much pleasure as possible out of the situation, try and keep his voice down and try and pull himself together, perhaps even piss her off so that it ended and both he and Christine could escape the situation. In an effort to do just that he muttered a few obscenities at her in his tongue and spit, not hitting her but coming damn close and getting his point across well.

 

[IWishThat..]

Jasmine did watch, those brilliant green eyes seemingly attached to Ashal's face. Even as Wythe tried to distract her, his hands pulling her skirt down lifting her feet so he could toss it aside. She stood there in just a bra and panties. As Ashal was she was a perfect hour glass shape, her breast's perfect. She even had those perfect flat stomach. If anything she looked fragile almost completely naked. As if she was just as gentle as her form made her seem. Of course her eyes never changed, cold and calculating. Wythe's hands slipped across her skin, pressing kisses into her neck and trailing them across her shoulder. This didn't even distract her as she watched Christine bandage Ashal. It agitated her that the two of them could converse, really it did. She wanted Ashal to speak to her, to focus on only her. The very fact that his attention was on Christine instead of her made her blood boil and it was obvious on her face.

Wythe sighed, grasping Jasmine's chin and forcing her to look away from Ashal. "Your attached to the little prince, Ma'am. It is upsetting." He spoke the words gently into her ear, stubble on his cheek tickling her ear. "One would think you prefer him over me." His words were barely out of his mouth before she gritted her teeth and her hand came up, Wythe easily catching it and using it to practically throw her onto the bed. She bounced once before she sat up, glaring at the man that smirked above her. Her eyes darted to Ashal, breath catching at the look in his eyes. She had missed him spitting at them, missed that it had almost hit her before Wythe had tossed her onto the bed. If she had she wouldn't of been still lying on the bed and Wythe knew that. He would force her to pay attention to him if he had to. Of course, he knew how dangerous that very thing could be but he didn't care. He had gained a small amount of power when he had taken up her offer on being her lover and he wasn't going to loose that.

Crawling up onto the bed he grasped hold of her panties, pulling them down and off her legs before he moved up to her bra. Those bright green eyes were still on Ashal but he could at least get this. Grabbing her arm he rolled her over, earning himself a glance and a dark huff. Obviously she wasn't pleased with being moved but she wasn't fighting him. He chuckled softly, undoing her bra before tossing it behind him and pulling back. His eyes slipped across her form, watching in almost slow motion as she looked to him again a soft blush crossing her features. It was only in these moments when she was first naked that she became like this. Truly obedient, truly lovely. Bending down he pressed a kiss against her stomach, ignoring the hands that grasped his shoulders and pushed him away. He didn't move, tongue lapping at the skin gently before he moved up, hand coming up to touch one of those larges breasts bringing a gasp and then a moan from Jasmine as he back arched. The reaction made Wythe smirk, using two fingers to roll her hardened nipple between them. "Lovely, Ma'am. So lovely." He whispered the words against her skin, trying to ignore the sounds across the room that obviously jasmine couldn't. Those green eyes were once again on the pair.

She couldn't take this anymore. She could see how much pleasure was in Ashal's face and couldn't help but be turned on by this. Her swollen mound was already soaking wet. Reaching out she pushed at Wythe's shoulder, forcing him up once more and making him move off her. Rolling she propped herself up on all fours, back arched and perfect ass aimed towards Wythe. "Now. Fuck me!" It was an order, one that Wythe was willing to obey. Another chuckle came from him as he unzipped his pants and kicked them off along with his boxers. Once he was naked he placed himself behind her, using once hand to guide him towards her entrance which pulsed before him. The very thought of her silk folds surrounding him made him gulp gently. shifting forward he pressed his head against her entrance, one hand on her hip to keep her in place. jasmine wasn't someone to take thing slow, so instead of gradually pushing into her he slammed himself inside, moaning at the instant tightness. She moaned brightly, slight pain appearing from his sudden entrance. It only turned her on all the more. Green eyes misting over with desire and pleasure.

Pulling back he slammed into her once more, moaning again as her body rocked with his. Those eyes never left Ashal's face, fire burning inside her at the look on his face. The fact that he was feeling pleasure at all, that his eyes were on her made her skin tingle. It heightened her pleasure and only enticed her to stare right back at him. "Ashal." She practically moaned his name out, everything else dropping away except the two of them. Wythe pounded into her none the less, even as she continued to moan Ashal's name out, her fingers grasping hold of the blanket beneath her.

 

[Sarah]

Ashal hadn't guessed that seeing Jasmine undressed she would be attractive, he had been denying any form of attraction since the moment he saw her, trying to keep his body or mind from making a mistake and giving in to even the thought of her. It was impossible to deny though and as she was undressed his eyes looked at her for another reason entirely, not just to prove she hadn't broken him but to see every part of her immaculate body. It was rather sickening to the man that he was attracted to her but he rationalized to make himself feel better, telling himself that just because he found her physically attractive that it meant nothing, that even if given the opportunity he wouldn't pursue the physical desires. At the same time he was beginning to let out soft moans, Christine seeming to get carried away with what she had been ordered to do as if forgetting the situation. Ashal's face had begun to break down though, every bit of resistance shattering as his cock began to twitch and his body was assaulted by pleasure. The sensual moans of Jasmine didn't help the situation and before he could get a hold on himself he let out a rather loud moan and unloaded inside of Christine's skilled mouth.

The atmosphere in the room seemed to be making both himself and Christine crazy, he had been so determined not to allow himself to be controlled by Jasmine or beaten down but here he was moaning and shaking his hips in pleasure, watching as the tyrant who had destroyed his home and people got pounded by another man. Even Christine who was so strong seemed to get caught up in it, swallowing his seed and looking over to Jasmine as if in a trance, seemingly awaiting for more orders from the woman. Ashal knew he had to snap out of it, he tried to gain control of himself after the release but even then his head wasn't quite clear. Whether it be because he hadn't felt pleasure in so long or his mind giving up for a time he was useless, laying on the table and watching Jasmine, his cock becoming hard again as he watched.

His bodies reaction and his overall demeanor didn't stop his thoughts from raging though, at the same time he found himself craving more he also began to get angry at himself, angry that all he seemed to want was more and that instead of wanting to kill he he wanted to touch her. It was as if some magic had taken control of him. The truth was that he was simply too physically and mentally tired to resist his most innate desires and perhaps she had known that but it was not an easy fact for Ashal to accept, his pride was too great. Once again Jasmine seemed to be drawing him in though, moaning out his name as she was fucked by the man Wythe and confirming his earlier suspicion that she had a thing for him. The man looked at them for a moment, turning his head in shame as their eyes locked again and shutting his eyes, still subject to the noises being made in front of him. It was the most confused he had ever been, the extreme of both emotions going on inside of Ashal, one side being the proud prince of a dying people and the other being the base emotions of a man, the emotions that caused him to want what he should have wanted to destroy.

As if possessed he opened his eyes back up and looked again but in order to try and gain control he decided to satisfy his urges without letting Jasmine have her way, to satisfy both parts of himself at the same time and salvage some of his pride. He looked to Christine, breaking off eye contact with Jasmine and speaking to the girl in their language, "If I have to endure this at least make it bearable... Let's ignore these cretins and have our own fun..." Looking at Christine she wasn't as beautiful as Jasmine but she was attractive and as she agreed and moved back to him his lust began to be sated and it was easier to ignore the tyrant in the room, instead focusing as Christine got into the awkward position beneath the table to allow Ashal some thrusting room. He quickly took advantage of the situation, immediately moving his hips back and forth for the pleasure he so desperately needed, his cock guided in by Christine's hand and spreading her tight folds open. He couldn't stop once he started, plowing the nice wet hole presented to him by the woman, letting out slight moans with each movement as his body took over completely. It was difficult but it felt good and soon he had made himself do what he hadn't wanted to before, have sex in front of the animals inside the room, only instead of looking at Jasmine like she had wanted he had turned his head and chosen to look at nothing as he desperately humped the female beneath the table, hoping to satisfy the large amount of lust released from her first act of pleasuring him.

 

[IWishThat..]

He came. And jasmine could almost feel it. His moan filled her ears and she couldn't help but moan in pleasure as well. The look on his face had been one of pure bliss and it sent electricity through her skin. It only heightened her sense of possessiveness over the male. She wanted him and in this moment she couldn't deny the need to touch him, to see him, to feel him. His breath, his fingers, his skin. To feel it all. Against her own burning skin. That very thought sent her over the edge, pressing her face into the bed as she moaned out. It was only a moment later that Wythe pulled out of her, giving himself a stroke before he spilled his seed across Jasmine's back. For only a moment he stayed there, staring at the mess he made before he moved to grab a towel. Dipping it into water before returning to jasmine who was no sitting up and staring at Ashal. Sighing he started to clean her off, jasmine ignoring him.

She couldn't take her eyes off of him. His handsome face and dark skin called out to her like some distant voice. Telling her to possess him no matter the cost, no matter what she lost. The touch of a cold towel to her back made her look back at Wythe, his unhappy face making her smirk slightly. Of course he wasn't happy about this. His position was in jeopardy. Reaching out she grabbed at his hair, giving it a playful tug to make him look at her before she turned and pushed him back down onto the bed. "Jealous?" Her eyebrow raised, smirk settling on those red lips. Wythe frowned but didn't refuse her as she slipped down his body once again. Her hands wrapped around his half hard member, starting to stroke it to bring it up once again. She stayed on all fours once again, ass pointed straight at Ashal now. She couldn't see him but he would be able to see everything and that was exactly what she wanted. She wanted him to see. Wanted him to know how turned on she was by this.

It didn't take long for Wythe's cock to harden once again, a soft hum of happiness to come from her lips. Shifting to straddled Wythe, using her hand to guide him inside her once again. A moan slipped from her as he entered, shivering at the wonderful feeling. She set a face pace, breasts bouncing as she bounced up and down. Once she was fully into it she glanced over to the pair at the table, frustration filling her once again. He wasn't looking but he was fucking christine. That wasn't what she wanted. She grit her teeth, moving off of Wythe. "Ma'am!" He sat up instantly, reaching out for her as she practically jumped off the bed and started towards Ashal and christine. He was instantly on his feet and following her, though he couldn't stop her before she had reached the table. Her hands hit the table, as far from Ashal's arms as she could get. Actually touching him was still out of the question. She bent over him, head almost just before his, bent over in such a way that Wythe could slam inside her once again. Now he would have to pay attention to her, would have to look.

Glancing back her eyebrow raised at Wythe who was standing behind her with a rather unhappy look on his face. For a moment he stood there, hesitating before he stepped forward once again pressing his hard member against her once again. She pressed back into him as he thrusted forward, a bright moan leaving her ruby lips once more. She marveled at this new position, rocking the table with Ashal, being close enough to hear his breath and the soft moans he was making as well. It was almost as if he was fucking her and not Wythe. Of course that was out of the question. Being fucked by him would mean she was as low as he was but she could get as close to it as possible, couldn't she? "Fuck.. Ashal.." She moaned the words loud enough for the man before her to hear, almost imploring him to pay attention.

 

[Sarah]

Ashal had been so sucked up in the pleasure he had closed his eyes and let his body do all the work, thrusting away at the woman beneath the table and feeling so much pleasure that the guilt and resistance was buried deep down. He couldn't feel bad about the situation in his current condition, in fact he almost felt glad to be sliding in and out of the woman. He was completely ignoring everything else, Jasmine and any sounds made by her or Wythe as if he was in his own nonsensical world. The man who had come into the tent was being suppressed for the moment but that was until Jasmine moved closer and it all became even more real, her voice making him open his eyes and watch the scene unfolding before him. She didn't seem happy and thinking back from the beginning he had that feeling she wanted him for something personal and her anger just made him think about it all the more. She began to moan his name as she continued to be fucked by Wythe, his eyes watching as her beautiful form was slammed again and again by the man behind her, the perfect tits moving in unison each time she was slammed.

It was impossible not to look and even though he had decided to focus on Christine he couldn't, not while the perfect body was right in front of his eyes, not when it was so close. He even found himself thinking about her as he continued to pump desperately into Christine, his eyes forced to watch and his body reacting favorably, especially as he heard her sweet moans mixing with his own as both of them stared at the other despite being entwined with other people. His movements became faster in this moment, the current situation pressing all the right buttons to get him excited, his movements creating a smacking sound as he quickly moved in and out of the woman beneath the table, and as it all happened he moaned a single word, his accent strong but the name being clear, "Jasmine..." There was a blush of embarrassment on his face and no doubt he would hate himself for it shortly but it was impossible to resist any longer, he just couldn't.

Wythe didn't seem to appreciate what they were doing, looking at each other and calling out each others name, in fact he was so upset he got a little ahead of himself trying to impress Jasmine, trying to make sure his position was secure by becoming a bit more aggressive and smacking her perfect white ass and pumping even harder, one hand reaching up and taking a hold of her hair, gripping it for more traction, a dominant move to be sure. Ashal didn't notice it though, his eyes were still locked on Jasmine and her almost angelic form, his mind only seeing what was in front of him and for a small time forgetting the tyrannical actions she had performed, forgetting about his dead comrades and family, forgetting about everything to a point that his usual self would be sick. He even forgot about Christine for the last bit of it, the woman under the table being merely a pleasant hole for his cock.

Christine didn't mind though, she was moaning loudly from below, her entire body shaking with pleasure and he arms giving out under the force of Ashal's thrusts, her face down in the dirt and her ass up for him. It was over soon after that, Ashal once again reached his peak, his weak body unable to hold for long at all and he came again, shooting inside of the woman, treating her like nothing more than a sex toy until the pleasure began to clear his brain. It was as if the fog had been lifted after reaching the peak, as if he had been drugged by the lust and turned into some crazed animal. His mind was a bit clearer now though and he pulled out of the beautiful woman beneath the table and once again turned his head, a sinking feeling in his stomach and the though that he couldn't be any lower at the moment, shame and disgust for himself overriding it all. What he had done was unforgivable, he had degraded a wonderful girl from his homeland and fantasized about the murderer of his people, he had actually began to crave the body of such a foul woman like some mindless animal, he was useless, it was pathetic.

 

[IWishThat..]

The moment those eyes graced her face once again she couldn't contain the pleasure that ripped through her, her lips turning into a graceful smile. yes, that was what she wanted. She wanted him to look at her, to pay attention to what was happening before him now instead of just what he was doing. Her own green eyes stared right into those blue ones, moaning and panting right along with Ashal. He was gorgeous, he truly was. She couldn't deny that. Couldn't deny the look that filled those eyes and swept over Ashal's face. The look of pure pleasure. It only ignited her need to attain this prince, to keep him for her own and never allow him out of her chains.

The sound of her name on his lips was electric, eyes going wide with disbelief before she was pushing back against Wythe all the harder. It was amazing, that one breath of her name. A thing she killed most for doing. But Ashal was different. His accent wrapped around the one word perfectly and it made a smirk appear on Jasmine's lips. Perfect. Ashal was thinking of her, just as she was thinking of him. It was what she wanted. Ashal was probably imagining that he was fucking her instead of Christine, a woman from his lands. The very woman he should of been thinking of seeing as she was the one he was firmly thrusting inside of. But he wasn't. He was calling out her name. Moaning it.

Her thoughts stopped in a jumble when her hair was grasped, head being pulled backwards slightly. She had barely registered the slap he had placed on her round ass but this.. this she wasn't going to forgive. It was a show of dominance she wanted no part of. Her hand reached up, grasping hold of Wythe's wrist and green eyes misting over slightly. She could take being stabbed with a knife, she could take feeling her skin sliced open but having her hair pulled.. it hurt. Hurt enough to make tears form in her eyes but it only seemed to make her look all the more fragile, all the more weak. "Wythe.." She almost whispered the other males name, feeling his cock harden even more inside her. He was going to cum soon. Ashal came before Wythe did, those green eyes glued to the mans face as she watched him. It was fascinating really, the way she could see his eyes dance with the pleasure. And then Wythe came, inside her, making her cum as well. She once again called out Ashal's name, releasing Wythe's wrist to grasp the table again.

Once Wythe had fully unloaded himself inside Jasmine he released her, panting darkly as he stepped back and jasmine slipped to her knees. Her limbs felt like jelly from her orgasms but she was still pissed. "Leave. The both of you." She snapped the words, nails biting into the wood as she kneeled there. Christine didn't waist much time running for the tent flaps but Wythe hesitated, knowing he had done wrong. "Ma'am, please..." He didn't get much more than that out before she was standing and she slapped him hard across the face. "Your disobeying a direct order! Now Leave!" She pointed to the tent flaps, green eyes mistly glaring at him. Wythe had truly fucked up now. He hesitated only a moment later before he huffed darkly and turned, glaring at Ashal only once before he grabbed his clothes and yanked his pants on before heading out of the tent.

Once he was gone Jasmine snorted, hand coming up to rub at the back of her head where Wythe had grabbed her hair. Where did guys get off grabbing a woman's hair? If the bastards hair had been long enough she should of grabbed hold of it and dragged him around. Maybe then he would of realized how it felt. Giving a dark shake of her head she glanced to the still naked Ashal. She had sent Christine away before she had a chance to redress Ashal. Something she was now going to have to figure out how to do. Shivering slightly at the aspect of touching Ashal she walked over and grabbed her panties, yanking them on before pulling her bra on once again. As she yanked her clothes as she thought, green eyes trailing over Ashal's form as she did so. "Speak, Ashal. Or shall i just believe you are too stupid to know my language?" She smirked, eyebrow lifting. Yes, she was trying to provoke him.

 

[Sarah]

Despite the shame in himself he did remember the beautiful body and as she ordered Wythe and Christine out of the room he looked back over, letting his eyes looking up and down the form once more. The skin was so white and beautiful, both him and his people had darker skin, the area they lived giving them a naturally olive complexion, though he found her light fragile complexion to be even more appealing than the olive from his country. He took a deep breath watching as she calmed herself down after kicking out Wythe for overstepping his bounds. She had been looking at him and after putting on her panties it continued, she just looked at him for awhile. Then she seemed to call his bluff, as if she knew he could understand her and stabbing at his pride once again, as if causing him to lose control hadn't been enough. He considered for a long time, on one end not wanting to say anything and reveal one of the aces up his sleeve but on the other hand if he spoke it would give him a bit of credibility and save his pride, and it became the downfall, his pride getting the better of his logic.

"I had considered staying silent but I can't let you continue to call me stupid when I am more intelligent than you and your people..." He didn't smirk but the anger in his eyes was present again, he would still be able to escape even with the fact revealed, and part of him knew it would be easier to make her angry speaking her language. "The true question if you are going to admit you have eyes for me or continue to deny that which you know..." That time he did smirk and despite having lost himself he was coming back to reality, still looking at her body but finding himself able to resist after releasing some of the pent up lust. It did help that he could now voice his thoughts and she would understand, he wanted to make her angry, to cause her to lose focus and give himself some sort of advantage if he got the chance to escape. In the current situation it seemed impossible though and perhaps he could avoid another beating if he showed himself to be a bit more than the barbarian she seemed to think his people were, though with his attitude he wasn't sure he would avoid as much as he liked, he just could convince himself to be polite.

By this time he was no longer hard, his cock was back to its normal position and although it wasn't at maximum length it was easy to see how big it was, not to mention he was still tied to the table, the current scene looking like a messed up situation for any onlookers. He doubted anyone in the camp would find it surprising but he wonder if she would leave him naked and exposed on the table or if someone else would be brought in to cloth him, or if perhaps he would be dressed by her personally. Of course he was still loose in the rope, he had insured earlier when he was tied up that he had enough room to escape if he needed to so part of him wanted to go over and make sure she could do anything to him, hope that her fragile appearance was even partially how she was and hope that the guard outside believed it was just more of the stuff she loved, more of her being pounded by a man. He didn't take the risk though, he would have to hope for a time when the guard was gone or at least when she was not looking right at him, escaping with only one person to sneak past or eliminate wasn't hard, with two it was a different story, he would just have to wait, see what Jasmine decided to do with him and wait.

 

[IWishThat..]

His eyes met hers and she knew she had him, could see the wheels in his head turning. She had been right, she had seen that recognition in his eyes when she had spoken, known that he understood everything that she said to him. The bastard was just fucking stubborn. Her eyebrow raised as she waited, waited for him to make a decision on whether or not he was going to speak, like a dog asked to bark. It amused her, the look on his face as he tried to decide whether or not to reveal something she already assumed was true. All she needed was for his voice to confirm it. When he finally did speak she smirked darker, arms crossing under her still naked breasts and cocking her head to the side slightly. If he was trying to piss her off it wasn't working. Actually his comment only seemed to amuse her all the more.

"O yes, i see just how smart you are." She chuckled softly here, eyes going across his form for a moment before returning to those hate filled eyes. "Smart enough to lead your own people to war and then death. Not to mention get caught with them, be the cause for one to die for his disloyalty and then.." She chuckled again, seeming to take amusement out of pointing out his flaws. "Then letting yourself go low enough to have sex with one of your own people who is being forced to do this. Yes, i would imagine that you think yourself smarter than me. Smarter than i who has captured you, who has won this little scuffle, if i can call it that. I who, by the way, is now standing before you free of ropes." Her hand came up to tap at her lip for a moment considering Ashal for a moment. "I will give you this, you confound me." Her head tilted to the side for a moment, hair spilling across her shoulder in wonderful waves. "So much in fact that i've chosen to spare your people from death just to unravel your mysteries." She spoke softly now, as if speaking to herself. It was obvious that she didn't believe telling him such things would matter much. It wasn't as if Ashal would be getting away any time soon and all her guards knew to kill him on sight if he got away. If she couldn't have him, then no one could.

"As if your mysteries would be worth unraveling." She shook her head in anger and confusion, letting her hands drop from her sides as she turned and walked over to a dresser. Pulling the second drawer open she pulled out a shirt, yanking it over her head so that it hung over her form. It was much to large for her and it was obvious that it was a man's shirt, one that probably didn't actually belong to her. With that on she moved over to the tent flaps, giving Ashal a glance and a dark frown before she poked her head out. A few moments of quiet talking followed, much to quiet for Ashal to hear before one of the guards came in. He looked rather unhappy as he headed over to Ashal and started to yank the man's clothes back on, being rough in the manor that he did such a thing. All the while those brilliant green eyes watched Ashal, judging his facial features before the guard was once again moving, grabbing Ashal's arms and undoing the ties. With a harsh yank he pulled Ashal from the table, once more moving him to the pole and tying his arm's back and around the pole. Once that was done he was gone again, once more standing guard outside the tent flaps.

 

[Sarah]

It seemed Ashal would have to work a bit harder in order to anger the woman before him as his taunt seemed to have no effect and perhaps even the opposite of what he had wished it to have. Her taunts had more of an effect however and as she blamed him for the war he almost lost it, having to stop himself from breaking free of his restraints and making a futile attempt on her life. It had not been him who started this war. "I believe you are mistaken if you believe I led my people to their death because the truth is you and your ill kind slaughtered many of them without warning, marching on our lands and killing anything in your path. I simply fight with my people and try my best to defend my homeland from you tyrants. Besides, all of this is pointless, your armies use brute force to conquer my people not intelligence, given similar forces and weapons I would crush this so called army of yours..." A smirk broke out across his face, whether it was true or not he believed it, given the chance he would have massacred the tyrants forces and sent her back across the border, but alas they outnumbered his people ten to one and there was no chance as they didn't even have the same level of technology.

Jasmine revealed a tiny portion of her hand after that, telling him just why his people were not dead and why he was tied up in her tent. She didn't come right out and say it of course but she found him interesting and by the way she looked at him earlier and the way she reacted after saying it he knew exactly what she meant. The same woman who called them dirty barbarians found him attractive and while he had assumed as much it was interesting to know for sure. He continued to watch her as she wandered across the room and put on a mans shirt, obviously not her own, and then wandered back outside to speak to one of the guards. What happened next was rather unappealing, the guard from outside came in and started putting his clothes back on quite roughly which annoyed him a bit like he was some kind of disgusting beast. It seemed that Jasmine was not the only one who believed his kind were filthy. He was then tied to the pole again.

He still managed to keep the ropes loose around his wrist, using the same technique as he had before to ensure the rope wouldn't tighten down enough and being glad the guard wasn't smart enough to check, although they may not be aware of such things. Once back on the pole he turned to look at Jasmine again, hating having to strain to do so but doing it nonetheless. "You better be careful or else you might find your men turning on you... I mean keeping me as a pet isn't quite your style, they may believe your up to no good in here with the filthy tribesman, especially after the way you treated you other plaything... What was his name, Wythe?" Ashal gave a small chuckle, "Pity he was so sensitive." He wasn't sure if he could push her buttons but he would try as much as he could to make her mad, to get under her skin as well.

 

[IWishThat..]

Jasmine waited until the guard was gone once more to move around so that she could clearly see Ashal, fingers still pressed against her lips. "I didn't make the call to take your lands, i was ordered to do so. And if your people were easy enough to destroy i wouldn't of been called in to take care of it." It was as close to any sort of compliment that Ashal was going to get from her and he was going to have to take it because before Ashal could really say much about it she was continuing. "As it stands no one from your tribe should be alive right now and yet their hearts beat all the same." Her eyebrow lifted for a moment, arm's coming up to cross under her breasts and lift them slightly. "My men understand such a thing. Pity, as this seems, is a natural thing to feel when looking at a ground soaked with blood. Blood is blood no matter what hide it comes from." She frowned ever darker, obviously allowing the men to think such a thing of her.

"Eventually i will have to decide on what to do with them. On the matter of Wythe," She couldn't believe she was explaining herself to him but she couldn't just allow him to think she was nothing more than a heartless bitch. "He warms my bed for no other reason than the position it grants him. The men respect him because of it. For being so close to me. He has saved my life more than once, so he has shown his own worth as my right hand." Ashal saw her as no more than a low piece of dirt and that grated on her nerves. They way he spoke about her and her men only made her pissed off and as she paused she glared at him. "I hold no fear over keeping you, dear prince. Your presence here is leverage over your people. Beyond that, as you've seen, you are not my first. Christine and others before her have joined my ranks unwillingly and have found their place to belong. And a life full of luxury that they have not known before. Yes, it may mean hard labor but the reward is worth it." She smirked slightly, sinking down to crouch before Ashal so she could see his face better. Though she didn't realize how good of a view he had of the area between her legs.

"Whether you like it or not you either stay here or die the moment you leave my tent. Those are your only two choices. But know that if you die i will kill the rest of your retched race with you." She wasn't giving Ashal a choice. There was only one true choice and that was to stay with her. By her side. Whether it made him happy or not. The last thing she was going to do was allow Ashal to leave. Not when he had already proven himself to be so deliciously amusing. And not until she had figured out all his secrets. "What's your choice?" She smirked.

 

[Sarah]

Jasmine seemed to be conveying herself as someone with a heart who actually knew the meaning of pity but Ashal didn't buy it for a second and he quickly sneered at her bullshit. He was not in her tent for such a reason and his people were not alive for it either, the truth whether she admitted it or not was that she had a thing for him and his people were leverage. That didn't stop him from feeling sick when he heard why Wythe warmed her bed, he was nothing more than a whore and she was simply a dirty bitch, nothing more nothing less. He didn't say such but he was convinced she was disgusting inside, perhaps beautiful in appearance but a truly horrid person. She seemed confident though and despite everything else seeming to be convenient lies, when she told him he wouldn't be a problem with her men he was inclined to believe it, she could fool them on the reason he was there and as with Christine they wouldn't question, not when keeping slaves gave them women to use as he was sure Christine had been before.

The offer she presented didn't help with his irritation, as he listened he found himself trying to decide which was worse, dying or being kept as some sort of pet for the filthy tyrant. "I would honestly say death but that would be selfish, though if my people are killed then I shall do my best to slaughter you before I die... Don't think I won't succeed either, you may have captured me with your army but I could tear that guard outside apart and you wouldn't be much harder..." He said it loud enough for the guard to hear and smirked at Jasmine, his eyes not even wandering down to her spread legs, he had been weak already but now he had been satisfied and was more than capable of controlling himself, especially when she had made things so abundantly clear to him, do as she says or die. "I would like to say something else though Jasmine... Regardless of what happens I will never enjoy being near such disgusting people... You and all your soldiers will rot for the crimes you have committed against the innocent."

With that last bit he stopped talking and looked down, his eyes no longer on her and he was actively refusing to give her any of his attention. It was a straight up sign of disrespect and he had to hold back a smirk. He was trying to make it clear that while she could have him tied up that he wasn't about to start acting like some obedient slave and that should he get the chance he would end it completely. He just hoped his show of disapproval didn't get him another beating, though he had already gone through one and wasn't that scared of another, he would still simply prefer to avoid such things. Not only that but he didn't have much more to say to the woman, he had made his point and being tied up, his hands being in the position to be free or not, didn't leave him with much to do and he would be damned if he would beg for food or drink.

 

[IWishThat..]

His words didn't make the smirk die down, no it only made it increase. She was silent for a few moments, green eyes studying his features before she chuckled softly. Moving forward she placed a hand between his leg's, leaning on it as her other hand came around to grab Ashal's chin once again and force him to look at her. His words were a challenge she was willing to take. "Try, My Prince. Try and kill me like so many before you. But you will fail." The certainty was obvious in her voice, releasing Ashal as if he was a piece of disgusting trash before she stood once more. For a moment she stared at her hand, the one that had grabbed Ashal's face before clenching it into a fist. It tingled where her skin had touched his. Glancing back over at the man she smirked. "i've changed my mind." She chuckled softly at her own thought, heading over towards the tent flaps once again.

Reaching out she grabbed the boy from before, pulling him close with the hand that hadn't touched Ashal. That one she kept clenched into a fist. "Release the prisoners." The surprise was obvious on the man's face, stuttering for a moment before she shook him slightly. "S-sir?" The confusion was in his eyes but Jasmine was once again looking at Ashal. "Release them and have them followed. Do not allow them to see you and don't kill them. I want a report as to where they end up." With that she released the man. He only hesitated a moment before he turned on his heels and started barking orders into the darkness. This was the perfect time to allow them to leave, easier to have them followed.

"Now then." Slowly she walked over to the vanity beside her bed, grabbing a pitcher and a glass of water and pouring a glass. She was silent as she did this, keeping a keen look on Ashal as she did. Once it was full she walked back over to Ashal, taking a sip of the water before slowly sinking to the ground once more, this time fully sitting down indian style. "I will make a deal with you." She watched him closely, judging his every movement, every flick of his muscles. "You defeat me before we find the rest of your tribesman and get out of my camp alive i will allow you to leave with your people and pull my troops back. But if within a week you don't make it out you have to willingly stay." Her fingers rimmed the top of the glass before her, red lipstick on the edge. Jasmine loved a challenge.

 

[Sarah]

While Jasmine was confident that she would not be killed by him Ashal was quite confident that given the opportunity he could end her and if she didn't think so it was all the better for him, he would have a much better chance at defeating her when the time came. Of course she tended to keep the game between them random and before he could debate busting out and making the attempt on her life immediately she walked to the entrance of the tent and told the guard to release the prisoners. Ashal didn't show it but the idea of his people being freed, whether they were followed or not was amazing news. In truth there was a chance they could evade their followers, especially in the wilderness between their home and this encampment, especially if they had a soldier with them to guide them all in a more discreet fashion. He wouldn't allow her to know of his joy though because she most likely thought her plan would go perfectly and if any doubt entered the female generals mind Ashal was afraid she would go with an alternative course of action.

She seemed to have more in store to continue twisting their little back and forth and she proposed a game, sitting in front of his and actually being a tad civil. Her proposition was a rather intriguing one though, not that he bought it for a fucking second but he figured it since he was planning on escaping eventually anyways that it just gave him a chance to end it all and roughing up Jasmine a bit before he did so. "I suppose your game is fair enough, I don't quite believe you have the authority to pull the troops back but it doesn't hurt, I was going to defeat you and escape this godforsaken camp soon enough anyways. So yeah, if I don't escape in a week I will remain here willingly, of course that doesn't mean I will behave but I will stay in the camp, even if that means killing you and just sitting here afterwards." A smirk rose on Ashal's face as he made himself as comfortable as possible and looking at Jasmine with a more interesting look than usual. "I wonder... Do you make this bet because you are bored or because you really just want me to stay so badly that you risk making a fool of yourself?"

Ashal had learned by now that making her mad wasn't easy but he could endeavor to make her uncomfortable if he so deemed, touch her or make himself more appealing, make it so she got more than she bargained for, especially since she seemed to hate her own feelings about him so much. He leaned out as far as he could as he waited for her answer, his eyes looking directly into hers as if he really cared to hear the answer, a small smile on his face which was almost sweet. "Come on, tell me. I won't mind if you're smitten with me, it's only natural than a lady such as yourself finds me attractive. I mean obviously making the bargain means letting me go wouldn't bother you so it has to be. Just admit it." He spoke in a near whisper taunting her a bit, whether it worked or not he didn't care, there was no doubt in his mind the more he did this the less she would be able to ignore it.

 

[IWishThat..]

She snorted. Didn't have the authority? He didn't believe that she could demand such a thing from her troops but they all followed her faithfully. Of course, once the deed was done she was going to have to figure out a good reason as to why she had done so. Telling the king that she had pulled them back because she had made a deal with Ashal wasn't going to fly with him, he would most likely kill her and send the troops after them again. Though, she could always send them back out in a few days. O yes, that would work. She hadn't promised to call off the assault completely. Just to pull her troops back. She could always resume it once again. That would work perfectly.

Jasmine didn't seem to really register his threat of killing her but not leaving the camp, her death in itself wasn't going to be some easy thing for Ashal to pull off. Even if she was willing for such a thing to happen. Though she focused fully on the man before her once again when he grew more comfortable, eyes narrowing at the interested look on his face. The next words to leave Ashal's mouth made her frown darker, reaching forward to grab the glass and lift it to her lips once again. Slowly she gulped down half of it, placing it down slowly as well. When he leaned forward she leaned back slightly, trying to keep the distance between the two of them. His words made her grit her teeth, grabbing the cup before he to splash it in his face. "Don't think yourself so appealing, Ashal." She huffed darkly, pushing herself up once again to refill her glass. Heading over to the small table she set the glass down hard, only half caring if it cracked. "I make this deal because i wish to understand you better. My attraction to you has nothing to do with your looks. Your very race has haunted my nightmares since i was a child." Since the moment one of them had tried to touch her. She had only been ten. "If it truly had something to do with your likes i would fall on my own blade to save myself from such a disgusting fate." She almost spit the words at Ashal, keeping her back towards him as she poured another glass.

Once full again she turned, making her way back over to the man and flopping back down onto the floor before him. Though this time she was sitting further away from him than before. "If i could change this curiosity i have about you i would but alas i can not so i must suffer as you will. Suffer until i can come to a conclusion as to what could even be remotely appealing about you when i already have no doubt your just as disgusting and vile as the one i met so long ago." With that she lifted her glass and shifting forward held it against his lips, urging him to drink from it.