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All the Richer [Kyre & Alvis Alendran]

Aldred looked at her, hearing what she said, noting the way she stood, and he had to admire her spirit. She was confronted with odds she had to know she had no chance of overcoming, and yet here she was, defying him. He had to hand it to her. It was more than he'd seen in a long time. They were not far apart, and he knew that this was going to be to his advantage for the exchange.
"Your city might have some quaint notions. But you do belong to me now." He said calmly. His hand blurred with motion, the back of it hitting the side of her face with a lot of force, wrenching her head around and spinning her to the ground. "And your defiance has cost you. But I can have it cost you more should you persist." His tone hadn't shifted, still clam and collected.

Skar'keetah sighed, seeing how it was going with Aldred and the girl. It was unfortunate One like that should be treated with a fair and even hand, nursed and lifted up to realize her proper potential with the Empire. But Aldred hadn't the patience for such. It was going to go very poorly for her he thought. But still, he also had some admiration for the spirit that she showed.
 
She didn't see the hand coming, there was no time to step out of its path or avoid the wide arc it took, the first notion she had of the blow incoming was when it had already landed. Her head snapped violently to the side, the force of the strike twisting her body and sending her sprawling onto the ground with a cry and a gasp. The world lurked and swirled before her as she fought to regain her composure as quickly as possible, slim fingers clawing at the grass as she dragged herself a pace or so away from him, wary of a second blow.

His words drifted down to her, distant and difficult to discern - a warning at the very least.

The long strands of flame red hung loosely about her face, hiding it from view as she pushed herself onto an elbow, her tumble to the ground having caused the hem of her nightgown to ride up and expose a good portion of her legs. Fia raised a hand to hold her throbbing cheek as she rose into a sitting position, head twisting to send a glare of hatred and venom back up at the man who had struck her, quite certain that she could not hate him to any higher degree than she already did.
 
ALdred looked down at her, letting her stay in the sitting position. There was a part of him that contemplated simply staking her shackels to the ground, and raping her where she lay, but frankly, he had places to go, and no time to indulge at this specific moment. He reached down to sieze the chain that linked her hands, and hauled her to her feet.
"This will be simple. You will come with me now, and not speak unless spoken to. Defy me again, and you will receive far more than a backhand." He warned her coldly. He was in no mood for games. If he returned to teh family estate on schedule, his father would not be in attendance, taking care of affaris in the capital, leaving only himself and a few of his brothers. And they all had their own way of running the estate while their father was absent. He wouldn't want to miss that, especially not with his newest acquisition. He pulled her along, and made for his section of camp.

Skar'keetah sighed, adn watched Aldred go. The woman he'd summoned stepped closer to him.
"Why did you not fight to keep that one master?" She asked.
"It was Sir Aldred's right of conquest, and the more one fought him for it, the more intense he would have wanted her. It is unfortunate, but there is little to be done I fear. Please get the child. I would like to begin her training soon." The woman nodded. Within moments, a sobbing scream came from the mother as he daughter was pulled away from her, and taken from the wagon. No one around seemed to respond.
 
Her arms jerked upward, the chain pulling taunt and causing the shackles about her wrists to tug and dig against her flesh painfully. For a moment Fia considered resisting, to pull back against his grasp and refuse to move, but that would only result in her hurting herself and in the end there was only one person who would win - Aldred. Teeth clenched, the young woman stumbled to her feet once more, alleviating the pressure of the metal against her skin as her nightgown fell to cover her legs once more. She could feel eyes on her; the fearful stares of those still locked behind the bars of the cage and disappointed gaze of Skar'keetah and his servant. Her cheeks burned hotly with her anger and shame, directing her own furious scowl toward the ground.

Holding her tongue, Fia trailed behind Aldred as he led her away and deeper into the camp. Only when the wretched cries of a mother desperate not to be separated from her daughter echoed out across the field did she turn her head to glance back at what had been her temporary prison. The child began to sob, reaching for her mother in turn, and Fia felt her indignant rage boil inside of her.

These soldiers, these strangers weren't men at all, they were monsters! The whole lot of them. Gods only knew what awaited that poor child and apparently only the gods seemed to care, for barely anyone batted an eyelid at the screams of misery and despair. Her shackles bit against her wrists again, forcing her to quicken her pace and wrench her gaze back round, where they fixed with seething hatred upon the back of her captor.
 
Aldred sighed, and looked to the large train of wagons being set up to carry home the plunder of the campaign. He walked to the nearest point of the train, and looked around. Time for a call to be made. He could put the girl in the wagon with him, or let her sit with the other captives. He sighed, but shook his head. He'd been doing well for keeping himself under control, and not indulging too much. But here he was with an attractive young girl. She was riding with him. He pulled her towards the huge carriage that took a dozen horses to pull, and pushed her into the open door. He followed her into the carriage.

Within was what looked like a luxury quarters for a noble. Clearly Aldred was used to moving in style. He shut the door, adn bolted it. A few moments later the carriage began to roll. the horses would keep it at a nice, even plod for a while, until they were back to the Imperial Highway, the stones there allowing them to move much more freely. Aldred walked past Fia, poured himself a drink, and knocked it back. When he turned back to look at her, there was a very real hunger in his eyes. Somewhat..feral, and wholely focused on her.
 
Fia had not expected to remain within the shadow of her city's smouldering ruins for long, but the sight of carriages and wagons all preparing to make their departure sent her stomach to lurching. She doubted that she would ever see her home again, what little was left of it. Soon she would be carried away from all she had ever known, all that she had ever loved, and forced screaming into a life that she would never have chosen for herself.

The carriage to which she was led was larger than any horse-drawn contraption she had ever seen, set on large heavy wheels and harnessed to a dozen horses. Her footsteps faltered, allowing her restraints to pull taunt as she stared up at their clear destination. If Aldred's hand hadn't settled upon her back and pushed firmly perhaps she would have considered resisting, but as it was she was sent tumbling through the open door, struggling to maintain her balance.

Orientating herself swiftly, Fia was quick to place some distance between herself and Aldred, backing away as he stepped through the door, which snapped closed behind him. He didn't seem interested, instead moving away from her to pour himself a drink. She passed a hurried glance about the interior of the carriage, taking in the fine fabrics, plump cushions and luxurious décor.

The floor lurched beneath her, the carriage shuddering into motion as the horses found their stride, causing her to stumble slightly before bracing her back against the nearest wall, her gaze swiftly returning to Aldred. He was already watching her, his predatory gaze locked upon her, unflinching. The gravity of her situation swiftly began to dawn upon her; she was locked in an enclosed space with this man, her only protection the thin nightgown that she still wore, and her movements restricted by the shackles still encircling her wrists.

She raised her hands in front of her, as if to fend him off, inching further away from him with cautious wariness.
 
Aldred started his approach to her, smiling. Things were coming together nicely. Behind her, a good distance he admit, but behind her was the bed in this wagon. He advanced on her at a measured pace, letting her own instincts back her away. When it was close enough, he shot forward, hands hitting her shoulders, and pushing her hard onto her back. She landed on thick, plush blankets. He grinned as he grabbed the chain of her manacles, and pulled her arms over her head, stretching them upwards, and finding what he'd been looking for. A small loking hook that he linked the manacles to. He grinned at her.
"Just a moment, adn I'll be back." He told her. He got off the bed, and started to unbuckle his armour.

It wasn't taking long, the hard leather plates hitting the floor quickly, revealing a lean, toned fighter's build. The padding that he wore under it came next, leaving him in only his undershorts. He smiled at her, well aware that the implications of what was about to happen were undeniable. He started to get back on the bed.
 
She knew that there was only so far that she could go, confined as she was within this carriage regardless of how expansive it might be. Eventually the walls would close in around her, barring any further retreat. With every step he took toward her, she shuffled back two, hands stretched out in front of her to fend him off if need be. "Stay back, stay away from me!"

Her heart hammered wildly within her chest as his lips twisted into a predatory smile as he advanced upon her. Suddenly the backs of her legs came into contact with something firm, halting her retreat. As her head turned to find a route around it Aldred struck, his hands driving into her shoulders and sending her reeling backward. She fell against the bed, her fall cushioned by the bed beneath her, wide, frightened eyes fixed upon her captor as he loomed over her.

Fia kicked and struggled, driving herself further up the bed, the blankets bunching up beneath her. Her shackles pulled against her wrists, wrenching her arms up above her head as she twisted and craned her neck to see what he was trying to do. Then, suddenly, he moved away from her, climbing off the bed with a passing comment as his fingers began to work free the fastenings of his armour.

The panic rose within her at an alarming pace; she was not so naive as to misunderstand what was about to happen, her father's smithy visited far too often by the uncouth and lust-filled stranger. She tugged and pulled, the chain linking her wrists pulling taunt against the hook that held it in place. With each item of armour that fell her struggles grew more frantic, her heels digging into the bed as she squirmed her way up to the headboard and tried to free her restraints from the hook with trembling hands.

Unaware that Aldred was finished and he was coming to join her.
 
The anticipation was almost worse than the act, or so Aldred had heard before. He wasn't sure if it was true, but it seemed that his newest acquisition was hell bent on not having this take place. But she wasn't really in a position to argue very strongly against it. As she got close to the lock hook to try and get it open, He reached out and grabbed onto one of her ankles, pulling it towards him. The act dragged her back down the bed, her chackles pulling tight as he swung a leg over her, straddling her body, adn resting his weight on her legs.
"This can go easier on you if you don't fight it." he told her with a smirk. "After all, it is going to happen." As he spoke, he reached a hand up, and ran his fingers along the side of her neck, taking in the feel of her skin, before trailing down, going over the hollow of her throat, and then lingering on one of her breasts.

He shifted his hand, squeezing, getting a feel for her, the smirk on his face only getting deeper. He cocked his head, and as though deciding that he wanted a better view, got both hands on her night gown and pulled, tearing it away from her chest. He grinned, getting a good long look at the bare skin he'd revealed. The unwrapping was always one of his favourite parts.
 
Fia's head whipped round as his shadow fell upon her, eyes wide but unable to react before his fingers curled about her ankle and pulled. She fell upon her side, dragged back down the bed until her arms were stretched above her head and the chain pulled taunt against its hook. Squirming, twisting and kicking, she fought to free herself from his grasp but he was stronger and not hampered by restraints, his weight swiftly stilling the frantic movement of her legs.

Trapped beneath him, the red head stared up at him, fingers curling against her palms as she suggested she lie still and accept what was about to happen to her. Was that the brave thing to do? To submit and lie still as he.... Her head twisted to the side, neck straining to avoid his touch as his fingers slid along the smooth flesh, his hand large enough to strangle the life from her should he desire to do so. His touch drifted lower, grazing her collar bone before continuing on to seize a hold of a breast.

Cruel fingers tightened about the sensitive flesh, drawing a gasp from her reluctant lips as she twisted beneath him, arms straining against her restraints. "Don't touch me!" His hands bunched the fabric of her nightgown within his fists, "...Don't!" The sound of fabric tearing filled the carriage, the thin cotton ripping beneath his strength, it's tatters fall to her sides and about her waist, leaving her chest bare to his eyes.

A deep red burnt within her cheeks as she turned her face away from him, the chain restraining her creaking as she strained to conceal herself.
 
She was a fighter at heart, that much he had known since she'd brought a sword to bear against him. In most cases such a spirit was seen as a virtue in the Empire, but not in a slave. Then it was a terrible trait, and one that was to be extinguished with all due haste and prejudice. He could see how she strained her arms, but so much effort was wasted on the work. He cocked his head to admire the view he was getting, the bared skin, the full, well formed breasts. He had a smile on his face, the protestations that she shouted fell on deaf ears, her comfort and wishes so far from his mind they didn't register in the least.

He leaned downs lighty, keeping out of reach should she try to headbut him. This was not the first time he'd taken such from a young woman, and he'd learned some hard lessons over the years. His hands traced along the outline of her breasts, taking in the feel of them, moving ever closer to the middle. His fingers traced along her mipples getnyl at first, then more firmly, before rolling them in between thumb and forefinger, the slow, patient act drawing a more smug smile from him. Oh, he was a monster, on some level he knew that, but it was just so much fun being a monster.
 
Her chest rose and fell with each panicked breath, the futility of her situation dawning upon her swiftly. The restraints held firm, the hook that held her arms stretched above her head unyielding, and her demands useless for the man who straddled her showed neither any sign that he had heard nor that he cared to do as she said. Her rage and indignation was swiftly giving way to fear and despair as she squirmed beneath him, using what little movement she had to shy away from his touch.

Rough hands drifted against her chest, tracing and weighing the size and shape of her breasts between his fingers. The pale pink flesh of her nipples shrunk beneath his thumb and forefinger, growing tight and hard as he trapped the sensitive skin between them. Fia's jaw clenched, her hands balled into fists so tight that her knuckles paled to white.

She fixed her eyes upon the wall of the carriage, unable to meet his gaze, her cheeks burning with humiliation at being laid out before him in such a manner, helpless to resist him. Long red strands lay fanned out around her head, tousled by her thrashing and attempts to break free, the blankets beneath her bunched up and scattered.
 
She was losing her internal battle, he could tell that much. No more shouting, no more frantic movements. But she seemed to be a smart girl, so it wasn't too surprising really. She knew that there was no escaping him, that she was doomed, and nothing she did would sway him. Hi put a hand on her cheek, pressing her head to the bed to keep it in place as he leaned down. His tongue traced along her neck, before moving down, and running it along a nipple, wetting it before taking it into his mouth. He switched sides, taking some enjoyment out of this.

His free hand slid under the torn material of her nightgown, reaching lower on her body. He made sure to keep the contact on her, make sure she knew what he was doing, where he was reaching for. His fingers reached far enough to contact her clit, and he rubbed it firmly. It was going to start getting far more fun very soon.
 
Fia's eyes squeezed shut as his large hand came to rest against her cheek, the blankets giving beneath her head slightly as he pressed down and held her there. Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding against each other as his tongue trailed a path down her exposed neck, his saliva cooling upon her skin and sending a shudder through her body. A weak gasp escaped her as he reached his destination, bathing a nipple in warmth before capturing it between his lips. First one and then the other, leaving one to the cool air as the other received his attention.

She would not scream and beg and whimper, she would not break and bend to this man's desires and whims.

Her breath caught sharply within her chest as his hand pushed beneath the shredded fabric of her nightgown, drifting lower, ever lower. His destination was not hard to guess and Fia pressed her knees together tightly, trapped as they were beneath his weight, desperate to shut him out. As with any and all of her previous attempts to evade him, it was all for naught, his fingers delving between her thighs. Her hips shifted, she squirmed and twisted upon the bed as he sought out what he desired, touching sensitive and previously untouched flesh.

She gasped now, whimpered weakly as his fingertips made contact with the sensitive little bundle of nerves, teeth biting down upon her lower lip to silence any further utterings.
 
He was listening for it, trying to hear every sound that she made, paying attention to everything that went on. He couldn't be sure right away, but he had the impression that she'd never been with a man before this, and that actually gave him a tremor of excitement. he did enjoy the process of breaking in a girl, giving her the first experience. A shame for her that she was so adamant about fighting him. That usually brought out the very worst in him, nad provoked him to a lot of terrible actions that she was not likely to enjoy. But the struggles were always a bonus to him. He leaned away from her breasts, and let go of her head, grabbing her nightgown, and forcing it up higher. He had little enough else for her to wear, so completely destroying the garment wasn't the best plan he could have at the moment.

He kept rubbing at her clit, his excitement at the coming action making him start to get a little more rapid in his movements, a little more eager. He managed to get the gown up to bundle around her midsection, exposing her lower body to him. He sighed with pleased contentment, and then leaned over, his hand reaching down to the pile of gear that was on the floor. His hand fell on a leather strap, not a large one, but enough for what he was planning. He slid back slightly, making sure her legs stayed pinned down, while he ran the strap under her legs, adn then tied them tightly together just below the knees. He ran his hands along her bared thighs, enjoying hte smooth feel of her. When he swung his legs off of her, he let her have a moment of wonder, maybe curiosity as to his intentions, befor grabbing her legs, and lifting them up off of the bed, and getting behind them, letting them rest on his shoulder.
 
His shadow drew back from her, the pressure against her cheek lifting and her head turning with it, frightened eyes seeking out the direction in which his hand now moved. She wanted to scream and beg, to plead for him to spare her innocence, but without even uttering a word Fia knew that it would make no difference. She would not be spared.

The fabric of her nightgown slid up her legs, the hem tugged passed her knees and beyond until it was bunched up around her waist, exposing the soft pale flesh beneath. Her hips shifted again, squirming and twisting away from his hand as his fingers to toy with her, sending sparks and jolts through her young body - a sensation entirely alien to her. Then his hand was gone, snatched from her as he moved down her legs, her neck craning to watch him with fear in her eyes.

With her shins still trapped beneath his weight, she could not escape the leather strap that was thread under her legs and fastened tightly beneath her knees, binding them together. Fear swallowed her voice as his hands drifted over her pale skin, the hunger in his eyes unveiled. Her head rose up off the bed as his weight finally left her, eyes wide and unblinking as she watched his movements closely, watched as he lay hold of her legs and lifted them, her calves resting against his chest.

Arms trembled, straining against her bounds as a panic rose up within her - she knew what was about to happen and her struggles renewed. Her body twisted and wrenched against his grasp and her restraints.
 
Ah, there it was, the renewed fighting spirit. Easy to accept that you were about to be toyed with, harder to accept what was about to come. He let her struggle, writhing on the bed, and he had to admit that he liked the view. One hand on her legs, keeping htem roughly in place, he reached to his shorts, and pushed them down, out of the way. He shifted slightly, wanting her to see what he was about to do, what he was about to push into her. Ten inches long, and three wide, it was not a subtle thing, and it would leave an impression on whoever he used it on. If his suspicion was correct, then it was a hell of a steep curve for her to have to deal with.

After making sure shed gotten a good long look at it, he swung back, gripping his shaft in one hand as he rubbed it against the entrance to her sex. When he spoke, his tone seemed to be casual, almost conversational, as though what was about to happen was of no real consequence.
"Are you ready for me then?" He asked her. He settled in place, his hands moving to make sure that she couldn't struggle away, and started to push himself into her.
 
Her struggles had no effect but to sap her strength, his grip remaining firm, the cruel metal encircling her wrists unyielding. There was no escape. Wild, panic-filled eyes watched as he worked his shorts off his hips and revealed himself to her for the first time, length and girth on full display as his arousal stood firm and erect. Her lips parted, the lowest trembling slightly at the realisation of what would soon be invading her body. "Don't..." There was still fury in her tone but the word wavered with fear.

He moved, her half-plea half-demand once again doing nothing to dissuade him as he positioned himself behind her legs. Fia flinched, her hips twitching and bucking as she felt him press up against her, holding himself there, waiting, taunting her with so casual a question. There was no answer, how could there be, but it didn't matter, he wasn't waiting for one anyway.

Fia's fingers wound around the chains that linked her shackles, grasping them as tightly as she could, jaw clenched in trepidation, readying herself. As he pressed forward her face crumpled, eyes squeezing shut as a whimper broke past her lips. Her entrance spread wide around him, her walls grasping and squeezing the length that slowly began to press into her.
 
So many mixed emotions were pouring off of her, it was almost a palpable force in the room. But Aldred let out a pleased sounding groan as he started to force his way into her. Her sex was tight and hot, and barely yielding to his entry. It was everything he'd been hoping it might be. Only a few inches into her, he felt the faint resistance to him, knowing for certain that she hadn't been with a man before this moment. He grinned down at her. As much as he hated her language, he was glad that he knew it enough to speak.
"You must have been saving yourself for the right moment." He observed, not pushing past her yet. "Is it everything you hoped for?" His voice was sickly sweet with false interest and care as he flexed his hips, pushing himself past her barrier, and deeper into her.

Inch by inch he sank slowly into her. Fast and brutal was one way to go, but he had to admit he'd always favoured taking his time with the first time, making it last, drawing out the feelings of pleasure for him, and the fear, despair, the terror for her. It took a good amount of time to force himself all the way into her, and if it felt like awhile to him, he could only assume how much torture it must be for her.
 
Fia turned away from him, her neck straining with the tension that held every muscle in her body taunt, cheeks flushed with her humiliation as he came in contact with her maidenhead. A weak sob caught in her throat as his words drifted down to her, cold remorseless words mocking what childish notions she still held in regards to her purity.

The thin barrier strained against him for but a moment before giving way to his insistence, permitting his conquest deeper into her body. Her inner walls strained and shuddered around him, forced wide around his girth as inch by torturous inch filled her. A tear slipped free from the corner of Fia's eye, trickling down a pale cheek as her body quivered beneath him, hands clutching tightly to her restraints as her body twitches and jerks as he presses further into her.

Time seemed to shudder to a near-halt, every one of her senses alive to the horror of the moment. This monster's breathing, his groans of the pleasure, filled the confines of the carriage. Her skin prickled at the pressure of the blankets beneath her back, smarted at the cold metal about her wrists and the chains between her fingers, recoiled at the presence of his hands upon her flesh. She could smell him, his natural musk, the sweat and the scent of alcohol upon his breath.

And above all the presence of him within her, pressing deeper, touching flesh never before touched and claiming her body against her will.
 
It was everything that he'd hoped it might be. Slow, torturous and divine. Every part of him was practically singing with the delight of what was happening. There really was nothing like this kind of moment. It made him grin widely, taking in all of the moment that was laid out before him. He kept moving, taking in every last drop of the feeling that he could experience, wanting the moment to last for as long as it could. But like all good things, it did have to end. He felt his hips contact her skin, knowing that he'd managed to sheathe himself within her completely. He looked down, confirming by sight what he knew from feeling. He shifted, moving his hips back and forth a little, rubbing against the inside of her aggressively.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" He asked her in that sickly sweet voice once more.

Aldred backed himself up, sliding himself out of her with the same pace and slowness that he'd entered her with. He didn't draw all teh way out though, stopping when the head was still withing her, and reversed his direction suddenly. He began back into her, letting out a long breath from the action. It was a little faster going back in, a little smoother, his form able to set the pace a little better. His eye closed for just a moment before opening again as he felt her core grip him firmly, the unused portion of her body trying to respond and adapt to this new intrusion as best it could.
 
This torturous moment seemed to stretch out for an eternity. There seemed to be no end to him, his length continually pressing deeper and deeper into her young body, forcing it to accommodate to him. The length of chain that restrained her arms quivered with tension as she clung to them, her body taut, twisted uncomfortably upon the bed before him.

She tried to ignore him, to shut him out, to close off her mind from even acknowledging his presence. Pressing her eyelids tightly shut, Fia desperately fought to will herself into the darkness that pressed in around her. If she could only escape. Yet there was no reprieve, her unwilling mind dragged sharply back into reality as her captor finally came to a halt within her, his hips grinding against her as if to ensure that she could not forget how intimately they were now linked.

There was no defiance left in the young woman's expression, the fire that had so brightly blazed earlier reduced to the weakest flicker within moist emerald eyes, as she turned her head sharply to stare up at him. She could not understand it; how could a man be so heartless? So without feeling? He didn't want an answer of course, it was merely a means to torment her, and without hesitating for a moment he continued his assault upon her body.

The warmth of her sex clung to him as he began to withdraw, the tightness of her passage pressing in around him as with deliberate slowness he left her. Fia's calves pressed against his chest, her back twisting and arching as she sought a position that might lessen her discomfort, but there was no escaping him. His hips drove forward abruptly, driving himself back into her, spreading her womanhood around his length and girth.
 
"What's the matter? Struck speechless?" he asked her as he started to pick his pace up a little more, plunging into her a little deeper, a little more fully as he got his rhythm down. His pace was not terribly fast, but it was steady and even. Breaking a girl in was one of the very favoured of his hobbies, and he'd likely done it a hundred times by now. But the way she looked, that fiery hair, and those striking green eyes, it made this one a rare girl indeed. He was going to enjoy having her as his very own, he had to admit. He leaned up away from her, getting a little distance between them, but giving him more access to her really, letting him pick up his pace a little more. And he felt himself plunge in just a little deeper, a little more fully. He blew out a sigh. This really was the only way to travel.
 
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