"I'll take her." He'd already hardened at the thought. He pulled coin out and poured it in his hand.
"Good luck." The slave trader laughed. "I'd watch for teeth."
I plan to do more than bite! I looked from one to the other of them like a feral animal.
Mardichi caught my arm. And took the key to my shackles from the slave trader. Paid for me in the purchase price they'd agreed on.
A bit lower than the original.
Then he drug me to his cart. Tempted to toss me over the cart door and take me right there on the edge.
"Enjoy the woman." The slave trader crooned.
"Oh, I plan to." Mardichi countered. Giving me a long look.
I didn't like that look. It seemed to remove all my clothes as it lingered over my body.
"You gonna make it until you get her back to yer hut?" The trader grinned. "Or take her there in the cart midway."
"Hmm...I haven't decided yet."
I yanked at his grip on my arm so brutally, I was sure his fingerprints would leave bruises on the inside of my biceps.
Though his grip didn't hurt it was unrelenting.
Like he was cast of iron.
"I'm tempted. But it'll have to be far from the village so when she fights and shrieks like a little animal it willna draw a crowd." Mardichi grinned. Baring big square teeth.
I eyed his huge frame. So wide shouldered he'd have to squeeze his elbows together to get through a normal doorway. And his chest looked like to shields molded over his shoulders above a washboard abdomen. His hips were lean and his legs well-muscled as though carved from stone.
Every inch of him looked solid as a rock.
I'd only gotten as old as I was in my village, without a man, by my parents being overprotective and my own ability to fight the boys off.
So, I was ready to show this man no fear. Despite that I was inwardly petrified.
How the Hell do I fight off a man this big?
He'd crush me if he laid on me. I was certain. He looked five times my size. Literally.
The only thing he wore was a bit of leather which draped over his man part in the front and flapped over his buttocks in the back. With a strap crossing his bare chest that he hung a dagger scabbard and an axe from. Obviously, a formidable man. The scar told me that.
Hardly clothing.
"You could take her here." One man said. Clearly excited to watch him intrude into me.
"Nay, Friend. I'd rather enjoy her in private."
It was the first thing he'd said all day I was happy to hear.
But even as he was loading me into the cart, I felt the need to announce acidly for everyone's benefit. "You won't be having me. Neither in public or private!"
He laughed. "Tell yerself what ye wish, Gel."
***
The girls of my village knew better then to be out. But I'd always been stubborn. I cursed my foolishness all the way to the slaver market.
I should've stayed with my sisters.
If I'd waited to go with them, would I have escaped captivity entirely or condemned my sisters to join me? I grimaced at the thought.
That would've been even worse.
But I'd never been so afraid as when I saw the size of the barbarian inspecting us.
I was aggravated to find that apparently my fight intrigued him. All I could think was that I'd make sure he regretted it.
Be more trouble than I was worth.
"You won't want me in a sennight!" I vowed.
"I may be done with you by then." He laughed. Hooking the chain from my shackles to his waist and tossing me in the back of the cart.
The ride there was rough and jouncing.
And I ached a little inside from him stretching me with his finger. Something I was unaccustomed to.
***
The ride was mostly quiet.
Thankfully.
It gave me time to fearfully eye my captor. Looking for any trace of weakness.
An old battle wound I could market upon? A weak knee I could kick?
But as he'd walked to the cart I had noted his gait had been even and graceful.
No sign of weakness.
He'd agilely leapt atop the cart and caught the reins in capable hands. Expertly guiding the two horses along the old dirt trail.
Where were we going?
The further we got from the village the more nervous I became.
He looked over his shoulder at my face and chuckled. "Worried, no one will hear your screams?"
Yes. It seems a valid fear.
***
I blinked doe eyes at him.
"Why don't you attempt to ease and enjoy the trip. I've not touched ye and have no plan to until we've reached my hut."
"Why such a reprieve?" I asked scathingly, suspicion that he'd attack as soon as I relaxed making me overly agitated.
"Momentary kindness. Enjoy it while it lasts."
Not a chance.
What am I going to do? I tested the chain as I had for days aboard that ship.
But it's too solid. I tugged the shackle but couldn't escape it. I wondered if breaking my hand might help me get loose.
I eyed the ground, over the edge of the cart. Watching it going by far too quickly for me to get off without him noticing and running me down.
I was certain that his stride would be equal to several of mine. He'd gain on me in no time.
He glanced over his shoulder again and chuckled as if sensing my tormented thoughts. "Just be docile."
I'll never be anyone's docile captive! I vowed.
***
"So..." He tossed the rein along the back of the two brown horses. "Would ye like to know what I'm going to do to ye?"Please, no. I swallowed.I could imagine nothing I wanted to know less. "Nay. It matters not. You'll not have the chance."He tossed back his head and laughed. "I'm intrigued to see if tha' venomous tongue of yers will still lash when I'm balls deep in ye.""You won't ever be." I crossed my arms over my chest as much as possible in the shackles.He snorted. "I absolutely will." He tilted his head as he looked back over at me. "Might as well get used to the thought now. I'm taking it ye haven't had a man afore."I gave him a quick look. How'd he know?He answered the question I hadn't asked. "No woman is tha' tight after she's had a man. That's why I bought ye. I intend to be yer first. And thought it best not to let another have one as small as you for her first."***"So, it should be one as large as you!" I stood up in the cart and leaned back. Yanking on the chain.
He hooked my chain to a link mounted in the fireplace. Binding me to one wall.Dammit.I could meander the room but that was as far as I could get.Nowhere near that door. As if I could reach that bolt anyway.But I was stuck here, bound to the fireplace. Until I get that key.But despite that I'd pleasured the barbarian, he now looked at me with renewed interest instead of appearing sated.Or what I thought sated should look like.The village boys had always said they were never more relaxed than after having the heat of a woman.I thought that was what we'd just done."What?" I snapped waspishly."Why are you so shrewish now?""I want to know why you're looking at me that way.""Because I'm imagining the ways I'll have ye after I've trained ye.""You'll never 'train' me. You'll have to beat me bloody first.""Nay. No beatings for one such as you. You don't fear being struck. It's written over you. But 'tis clear to me what ye do fear."Him. He knows it.Eying him slumped back in a wo
"Are you ready?" Mardichi asked her.There was a long hesitation in which Bonnie bit her lip and flinched. Nodding more slowly."Remember to stay relaxed, 'tis better that way."Bonnie sighed and her face relaxed.Mardichi surged forward and Bonnie lurched up. Gripping his hands on her hips as if to push him away. But he held fast and slammed harder. Grunting in pleasure as his length vanished inside her.I wondered where it was going. There was so much of him and she was not a tall woman.He'd withdraw, leaning back from her then surging forward again. His muscled buttocks flexing as he burrowed into the blonde who clutched desperately at his hands.Nearly trying to hold his fingers as if to reassure herself with his touch."Mardichi!" She pleaded. "It's too much!"She's begging for mercy. I wanted to curl into a ball in horror. As far opposite them as I could get."I'm almost done, Bonnie." He said soothingly. Thrusting faster and harder.She yelped and clawed at the bed. Leaning fo
Bonnie whimpered. Her grip on the headboard white and shaking.Somehow her body had born the Barbarian's pleasure.Mine certainly won't. I'd never survive that. My mouth was dry and I was shifting uncomfortably."Thank ye, Bonnie." He rolled off her to lay next to her. Moving the leather pouch back over his slickened groin and dropping a palm to his abdomen as he relaxed. Reaching aside his bed, he withdrew a couple coins and put them into her waiting hand.He followed Bonnie out of the bed. Walking over to unchain me from the fireplace. Handing the chain to Bonnie."Another coin for ye, if ye take her down to the pond and show her how to clean up for a servicing."Servicing?Is that what'd just happened? I swallowed. But it felt like a jagged rock rather than my own saliva.Bonnie nodded and took my chain.I could escape her. Run while I had the chance.Though Bonnie seemed sturdier built then me I thought perhaps I could still take her.Mardichi caught Bonnie's other hand and stuck
"I must admit that I am surprised a woman of your age has managed to remain untouched for this long." He remarked thoughtfully as he strolled over to the door and flipped the latch on the top to lock it before moving over to the fire to crouch and add a couple logs.A latch I clearly couldn't reach without dragging a chair over.That was pretty much my primary plan at this juncture.That or slitting his throat with his own dagger if I could get it from him before he snaps my neck. I winced at the thought."My, my..." He remarked. Peering over his shoulder pensively at me. "Ye're always thinkin' aren't ye?"I gave him a dumbfounded look. Likely belying his remark on what may've been, a compliment to my intelligence. I was trying to remember if I'd been staring at the lock on the door when he'd commented.Had I been so obviously trying to plan an escape?"Here." He walked to a pantry and returned with potatoes and carrots and a skinned rabbit he drew off a hook. Slapping them on the tab
With the same wild reluctance and fearful glare I eased from the corner toward him. Weighing my options and not liking any of them.But the pot of stew was still on that table.Maybe I can slosh it on him and scald him. Or conk him with the pot well and good enough to get a chair to that door and out.It seemed my only plausible option. So I walked around the table to where he stood. Facing him as boldly as I could muster despite that I wanted to panic and slide under the bed and pray he couldn't get me out."Bold one, ye are. I like that." He gave me a proud look."Now off with me tunic." He slid a huge callused palm under the shoulder of it and pushed it off. Dropping it over my shoulder and down to my elbow.I gasped, reflexively lifting my arm to stop the fabric from falling further but already one small breast stuck out above the neckline.He reached and methodically did the same with the other sleeve so only my lifted forearms held it around my waist.He gave me a warning look.
The sensation of his finger inside me was unlike anything before. I could feel my body stretching around as he swirled it in slowly. Finding the unique crevices inside me and rubbing along each until one made me gasp."Do you feel that?" He rubbed it again. "That is the pleasure you can have, if ye're a good 'un."My breath shivered as it entered me.He rubbed more roughly along the spot that was making me lean forward and slightly back against his hand.What the hell was I doing?"Uh, uh." I moaned as something tightened inside me. Making my whole body feel icy cold. Then heat blew up from my core and bloomed through me. Making my whole body shiver.My thighs vibrated against his as they flexed with small spasms."Now ye're ready for me, Lass." He murmured and I felt him leaning back and withdrawing his hand."No." I whispered."Yes. It's time."***I couldn't think of any time in my life I'd been less ready. "Please don't.""Here's how it's going to work, Sweet. I need ye ta breathe
"You feel like satin. Like ye were carved from the softest things to make a sheath fer a man.""You're utterly soulless." I leaned up to shout."Who needs one when I have this." He stuffed me full again. "Fucking you feels so good, Little Raven. In-fact," He murmured. "You're so delightfully surprising, I'm certain now I'll be keeping ye for my little slave.""Isn't that what you intended to begin with?" I sneered.He was thrusting so fiercely that there was a guttural sound coming out of me. Broken each time he entered me again. "But I've come ta an even greater decision now, Wee Lass.""What?" I looked over my shoulder at him. My eyes darkened with bitterness. Resentment for what he was doing to me."Ye're well suited to be one of my kind.""You're kind?" I blinked at him in confusion. Even he had paused his ministrations to more slowly slip in and out of me. Still gripping my wrists to keep me from reaching the pot I so yearned for.The one I want to smash over his head."My kind."