LADY SLAVE (DEVIANTDESIRE & OGION)

[ogion]

The town was in flames. The cries of terror from the burning streets filtered into the sumptuous halls of the castle. All the men from the Noble House who ruled the land were away, responding to a plead of help, from a nearby town, attacked by the Horde. Little they knew that the attack was just a ruse, intended to make them leave the town in mass, leaving it unprotected.

Only old men, children and women were left behind the walls. The barbarians were having their way with the women, and killing the few weak men who resisted them.

The massive wooden doors boomed, before they shattered into fragments and a figure entered the room.

He was a mountain of a man. His half naked tanned skin stretched taut over bulging muscles. Blazing blue eyes and abundant black hair falling over his shoulders. The muscles of his chest and stomach seemed carved in marble. All in him proclaimed feral strength and masculinity.

The old guard raised his sword, in a futile attempt to protect the members of the Noble House, but he seemed as a child before the mighty warrior. A flash of steel and his body fell cut in half.

The eyes of the barbarian, more of beast than a man, scanned the place, in search of booty or prey. Gold to satisfy his greed and a pussy to unleash his lust. A week passed since the last raid of the Horde, and the last time he had tasted, kicking and screaming tender female flesh. Swelled with blood, his cock was hungry for more.

 

[DeviantDesire]

Nairia tried her best to keep a highborn lady's composure as she heard the cries and clamor coming from the other side of her door. The wailing coming from the king's young twin daughters, who had been locked up along with her, did little to help put her at ease. Perhaps they had heard the rumors that whirled about the castle, that their royal mother had opened her own throat rather than face the imminent fate of spreading her legs for the uncouth barbarians. The twins had just seen their sixteenth birthdays just a week before the first rumors of marauders had been heard, and were still maidens as far as Nairia knew...Though not for long, she suspected. Three priestesses, modestly garbed and wearing the holy symbol of a sun about their necks, sat with the two young royals, the oldest, matronly one singing a song about the Gods to attempt to comfort them, while the two younger, golden-haired ones seemed equally as terrified as the princesses, though were able to hold back their tears in the least. Nairia's gorgeous lady-in-waiting, Abetha, sat close beside her, a hand on Nairia's thigh to comfort her. The eighth, and only man, in the room was a gruff old guard, Kedric. He was known to be a mighty warrior in his day, and certainly cut the figure, though the gray streaks through his otherwise dark hair betrayed that his age would hold him back in the coming battle. Still, he clutched his longsword dutifully, ready for the moment that the group was discovered.

Like the other women excepting the priestesses, Nairia was dressed in a loose-fitting white sleeping gown, as the city had finally been lost in the dead of night. Early morning was breaking now, as the inner castle fell. The morning light falling on her, along with the scant garment that clung to her with the cold-sweat that had come when she had been roused from her bed, showed well the young, nubile body Nairia possessed. Crimson locks fell in waves down a good few inches passed her shoulders, darker auburn streaks intermixed with them. Her skin is pale, darkened only by a smattering of reddish freckles across her cheeks. Skinny and lacking any significant musculature, to better show the lack of physical labor she's faced throughout life, she stood shorter than most women. The swell of her chest was generous for her thin figure, her breasts accentuated by their youthful perkiness and her flat stomach. They are not so large as to look out of place on her, however. Slim hips had the gentle curves of a fully grown woman, but her rear end was still quite small in size, and taut.

The young redheaded noble, rather than feeling fear or sympathy for those around her, cursed her luck for even being here. Less than a year back, she had lived in a completely different city. Her father, one of the king's most trusted lords, was called to court to help him deal with the encroaching raiders. Nairia's deviant reputation was well spoken of here, with rumors of an affair outside of marriage with one of her highborne cousins, and yet another with her lady-in-waiting. It annoyed her, but she'd be lying to say there was no truth to the rumors. A few months later, and this 'Barbarian Problem' had expanded to the gates of the capital itself. The siege had only been a few days long, with only the inexperienced young and too old to fight guards and knights left behind. Now, the storm had come to the castle itself. Nairia did not know what to feel. It would be beneath a highborn lady as herself to fear a dirty barbarian...And yet these men seemed to care little of titles or royal blood.

 

[ogion]

In the kitchen, Ragnar was eating a piece of chicken with one hand, and with the other, turned over a drawer, spilling its contents, which rattled loudly on the floor. He stooped and lifted a fork. He examined it with interest.

Heavy footsteps sounded behind him. One of his comrades, another giant with shaggy red hair, covered with bear skins, approached him.

—I owe you a copper —Ragnar said—, you were right. They eat with things made of silver.

—I told you, —said the red—haired and tapped his right temple with the point of one finger— these nobles are crazy.

Sounds of quarrel reached them, from the hall of the castle. The barbarian threw away the piece of chicken and headed there, striding fast, followed by his companion.

Upon arrival they found two of their comrades: A stocky one with a thick black beard and another older, with long white hair. They were tugging at a huge tapestry, throwing insults at each other, while half dozen warriors cheered for one or the other. The barbarians had destroyed the old furniture in the room, looking for valuables, and had filled their bags with giant golden chandeliers.

—Enough you two or I ... —Ragnar shouted at them, but immediately stopped and glanced upwards.

—What is it? —asked the redhead.

Ragnar smirked

—I hear pussy.

The singing of the woman led the warriors to the first floor. The door, behind from which came the singing, was not very thick and it quickly gave up to the onslaught of Ragnar and one of his men, falling with a crash. The barbarians stormed into a crowded room. Before Ragnar could get a better look, In front of him there was a menacing geezer holding a sword that he could barely hold firmly. A quick blow from Ragnar’s sword and the old man’s hand was flying through the air. Another one and his head parted his shoulders and rolled over the floor, stopping at the feet of two little twin bitches, who screamed in terror and embraced each other, huddling against a corner.

Two old priestess stood holding up the strange symbols of their gods and singing a kind of song. They tried to come between the warriors and the other women, Logen, the red—headed, slapped one of them so hard she flew to one sided and landed heavily face down. The other onw he just shoved to the side, making her fall against a wall. Ragnar wondered what kind of God used women to defend his cause? It was despicable.

Ragnar’s men filled the chamber. Some fur covered, others almost naked, showing their powerful muscles, covered in sweat, from all corners of north they had come. Some snow white, others with darker features, all fearsome, all lusting for gold and warm holes to bury their “swords”.

There was a moment of silence. The two groups exchanged glances. The men looked at women with leering smiles. As for the women, some looked scared, some cried and others feigned impassivity.
Ragnar, the chieftain, paced slowly, watching each pussy with lustful eyes and the leer of wolf on its preys. Some would be fucked right there and discarded, others, the young ones were to be taken as slaves for the fields, the houses and the specially the beds. He evaluated her hips, her legs and her tits, but mostly he focused on their faces.

There were different kinds of pussys. Some freezed, like a scared buck, and peed and shitted themselves when they saw him. Some begged and cried, some just screamed and screamed louder, knowing no amount of begging could possibly move someone like him, some just tried to be brave and preserver their dignity, and didn´t begged nor cried or screamed, but remained with faces as carved in rock. He liked this kind, because he enjoyed making them yelp like bitches. They all screamed in the end. Some think they can fight back, he kind of liked them too. He liked showing them who’s the man and who the mere woman, but sometimes they fought too much and he had to kill them. He didn’t like that. No good in a dead pussy slave. One face, at the bottom called his attention. A beautiful redhead with pale skin, a constellation of freckles on her childish face and the most suckable perky tits. Proud and strong, with her defying looks and a chin always pointing up. That one was the kind he liked best.

He approached her and loomed with his gigantic frame over her small figure. He evaluated her for a long time. Her tits were perfect, not too small, not too big, her hips harmonious, her legs beautifully shaped and her angelic face full of pride and defiance. This one was special, not just a rape. This one was to be enjoyed slowly and for a long time, like a delicious meal.

—My name is Ragnar —he growled—, but from now on you will call me Master.

He grabbed her red hair, pulled it hard to his nose, making her trip and fall against his mighty chest. He inhaled deeply.

—I like how you, noble pussies, smell. A nice change from the dirty peasant bitches.

His powerful arm surrounded her hips and pulled even closer against him. She could feel his raging erection against her groin. He smelled her neck and her cleavage, as if he was a dog.

 

[DeviantDesire]

Nairia did her best to keep her utmost composure as the massive barbarian pulled her into him by her hair, the life of a highborn lady having taught her to hide her emotions well. A little grunt of pain was all that escaped her lips as she fell forwards. Despite the fact that she kept an unchanged look of quiet defiance, she really was quite shocked. In all of her twenty years, she had never met a man who was brave enough to treat her in such a way, to leer over her body unabashedly and refer to her as nothing more than a 'noble pussy.' Likely all the men before had feared reprisal from her noble father, which this marauder certainly didn't seem to.

-Well, Ragnar,- she was sure to emphasize that she hadn't called him master, as requested, -You can have as many of the peasant women as you like, but I am of the house Relaeus, and I can assure you I am worth far more to you alive...and unharmed.- She spoke these words with confidence, but wasn't quite sure of the truth behind them. After all, her father and all of her brothers had gone off to fight these barbarians just a few days before, and hadn't returned. If they had all perished, the house may be in too much disarray to gather a ransom for her. Still, it was a chance she was willing to take.

She turned her gaze briefly as she heard the sound of ripping fabric and a scream. Two of the barbarians had set to Abetha, Nairia's lady in waiting, and did not seem quite as patient as this Ragnar. One grabbed her from behind with a vice-grip about her hips, while the other tore away at the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. As she cried and pleaded, the brute behind her lifted the skirt of her sleeping gown up over her back, much to the amusement of the few somewhat smaller warriors who stood aside and watched, letting out gruff laughter. She also caught a glimpse of the older, middle-aged priestess being hauled out of the room over the shoulder of a practically naked raider, doing her best to remain stalwart despite the horrible fate that was no doubt going to be upon her shortly.

-Please,- the remaining priestess put her hand on the shoulder of the massive, redheaded barbarian who had, along with a few others, cornered the young twin princesses in a corner of the room, -The girls still have their innocence. Be merciful, please.- This other priestess was still quite young herself, apparently brave beyond her years to plead with these violent men, and was quite fair to look at. Golden hair fell out in curls from under the white hood of her order, matching the golden sun icon hanging from her neck. The modest robes she wore hid the fact quite well, but she was a woman grown and quite curvaceous for one so thin. She looked upon the redheaded barbarian with kind eyes, hoping he would listen to reason.

Meanwhile, Nairia looked back to her own captor, who sniffed at the neckline of her gown like some sort of animal. She remained defiant in her look, though she was beginning to worry this marauder wouldn't listen to her promises of riches, and would instead take her for his own as the others were doing to Abetha. No, she thought, it is gold he is after more than anything. One of the castle's maids or another noblewoman would serve this base purpose just as well as her, and not all of them could command a price such as she could.

 

[ogion]

Ragnar frowned at the girl for a moment. The courage of this little pussy enraged him and excited him at the same time. As a result, his cock hardened even more, threatening to tear his loincloth.

The back of his right hand impacted her left cheek with enough force to make her stagger back, ending with the back against the wall. He grabbed her face and squeezed, forcing her to pout her lips and leaned his weight against her fragile body.

-¿Are you deaf, little cunt? –he grunted- The next time you address me without calling me Master I will cut off those big tits of yours. You are seriously mistaken. You don’t have any value, dead or alive. The shit I took this morning has more value than you. You’re less than nothing. I will explain to you what you are.

He shoved one of her legs apart with his foot. She’d have fallen if she wouldn’t have been sandwiched between the wall and his body. His rock hard muscles, pressed against her, felt as hard as the wall against her back.

His hand reached between her legs. With a violent pull, her underwear was ripped off and gone, and she could feel her female core exposed to the air and at his mercy. One of his thick fingers went between her nether lips and then entered aggressively inside her.

She could feel his breath in her face, as he said with a rumbling voice.

-This is what you are and the only reason you’re still breathing.

He desinserted his finger and moved it further back. Its tip found the other entrance to her body and pressed upwards, making its way inside the tight hole.

At the same time, she felt her mouth being invaded by the thumb of his left hand. It almost make her gag.

-Three holes. That is what you are and nothing more. Three holes that exist only for my pleasure. Have you understood, Holes? From now on, you belong to me.

His finger moved up even further, dilating her hole.

Meanwhile, Logen, Ragnar’s redhead companion smiled at the priestess who pleaded to him for the maidenhood of the two young twins. He leered at her sensual forms that made his mouth water.

-Innocent, you say? Well I think they’re old enough to learn about the hardships of life.

-And the hardship of our cocks –added another barbarian, provoking the laughter of his comrades.

Logen reached inside the priestess cleavage and grabbed a handful of her left tit, then began squeezing and twisting hard, making her squeal.

-But I’m moved by your generosity. You offer yourself to us, instead of this two innocent doves? That’s fine.

Still clawing at the priestess soft mound, and compressing its nipple between index and thumb, he unbuttoned his fly and extracted an enormous tube of flesh, with thick veins. Still asleep its size was impressive.

-We have a deal, then: Wake up my monster and please it. If I feel satisfied, your little ones will be spared.

He let go of her tit with a final twist and pulled her by the hair, to attract her closer to his massive manhood.

-C’mon, you don’t have much time to make me come. If you fail, the entire Horde will take turns, ripping their virgin holes apart.

 

[DeviantDesire]

A small yelp, stifled as much as she could manage, came from the woman as she was struck hard across her cheek. The fair skin underneath took a beat-red color almost immediately. She attempted to keep her stoic look about her, but as the barbarian set himself upon her, she couldn't help but let a bit of fear creep into her expression. Her own breathing became heavy in a soft sort of panic as she felt (and smelled) the foul, hot breath of the massive man upon her.

Nairia let out a little grunt as her red thong of silk and lace was ripped violently away from under the skirt of her gown, again managing to keep the fearful noise she made quiet when she felt Ragnar's digit push up into her loins. She could not, however, quiet herself quite so much as his hand slipped further between her legs to grope at her ass, that same finger slipping into the tighter of her holes. It was a pain and a feeling she had never experienced before, in truth, and the brief yelp she let out expressed her pain.

Despite the fact that his words disgusted and enraged her, she had to admit there was a degree of truth to them. All of those surviving in the castle did have these three things in common. So this was her lot, than? From noble birth to being no more than some raider's 'holes?' No, this couldn't be. With her mouth full of Ragnar's dirty hand, she responded in the only way available to her: sinking her teeth into one of his fingers. It was not her best calculated move, to be sure, but passion had overtaken her reason.

Meanwhile, the priestess faced a tough choice: pleasure the first manhood she had ever seen in her life, and thus go against all of the strict teachings she had been brought up by, or doom these girls to a fate worse than death. Naively believing that the barbarians would keep their word and spare the girls, she chose the former. Inexperienced and rather unsure what to do, she simply took the still limp member between her lips, drawing the first few inches into her mouth before she wretched, disgusted both by the barbarian's hygiene and with her own actions.

 

[ogion]

Logen grabbed the priestess' hair, making her yell.

-Such a pity. It seems your faith is not strong enough. Here, let me help you.

He pulled her closer to his cock, and stroked it stiff with his other hand, rising the "monster" in all its impressive lenght. Then he squeezed the priestess' nose with two strong fingers.

-I introduce you to your new god. You will be praying to him, day and night.

The woman had to open her mouth to be able to breath and Logen pulled her hair forwards violently introducing the huge member in her mouth. He began pulling her head back and forth, agressively. His "monster" filling her mouth and forcing her jaw open, pressing, with each thrust, the entrance to her throat and making her gag uncontrollably.

The barbarian made a gesture with his head, toward the two young princesses and two of his comrades fell on them, tossing them violently to the ground, and started peeling away her night gowns with brutal hands, that exposed the delicate young and firm flesh of the two innocents in all its glory. Their cries, screams and pleas filled the chamber, but they were powerless to stop those invading hands, that groped her bossoms and separated her legs, those tongues licking her nipples, mouths and necks and those teeth biting their soft pale skin.

Soon one of them received a long and thick male shaft, lubricated only by the saliva of its owner, into her never before touched, pussy. The violent thrusts of the barbarian made her howl her lungs out.

Her sister, despite her sobs and pleas, was turned and grabbed by her hips to position her in all fours, her buttocks separated by strong fingers that penetrated her anus, making her scream. What she felt was nothing compared with the sudden brutal penetration of the barbarian's cock, that made her gasp breathless, widen her eyes and mouth, incapable of producing a sound.

Ragnar's only reaction to the little cunt's bite, was a smile. He felt the pain, but it was nothing compared to the wounds he had sustained in a life of violence and battle. The fingers of his other hand clenched on the soft skin of her neck and squeezed.

She had to gasp for air and released her prey.

-I had half a mind to save you for later, but it seems you could benefit from a lesson, right now, little Holes.

His strong hand slapped her right cheek, then her left, then her right and so on half a dozen times. He could have easily snapped her thin neck with one of those blows, but he wanted her meek, not dead, so each hit was calculated to cause her pain, not damage. Well, may be just a little bit of damage.

A thread of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth, when he was finished. Her face red.

He grabbed the back of her thighs and pulled toward him, making her fall on her back, legs spread in the air. Completly dizzy, she didn't even notice the moment when a huge black, palpitating snake, rippled with veins appeared between the barbarians legs, but there it was, rearing its slick head, already glistering with precum.

She felt her legs being violently separated, the weight of Ragnar's body and the next thing she felt was something new even for her.

She had heard that the barbarians sometimes impaled their enemies, that was how that must feel. Her pussy was not virgin but it was stretched more than never before, by the barbarian's mighty cock. Ragnar began thrusting agressively, as if he was stabbing and enemy with a sword, grunting as if he was and pressing as if he wanted to trespass her side to side.