<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=81673.msg3789713#msg3789713">Quote from: kaz on 18-10-2010, 19:23:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Seri had been raised as a good girl.  She knew her place, knew who to respect and who to keep happy.  She had felt her father's crop at times and the lash of whip when she had been really naughty.  She had laughed and joked, smiled and cried.  Her childhood had been one of luxury and having things that many only dreamt about.  She had been blessed, but the blessing had gone.  She had been wrenched from her life of luxury and thrown into this life, becoming the plaything of a man who was no man.<br/><br/>She had no idea who he was or where he had come from before he had become so powerful.  He was evil, brutal and enjoyed the violence that his name carried before him.  He had a reputation for loyalty and those who failed him did not do it again.  He was a Demon, he possessed and expected total obedience.  Those who failed him felt his wraith and then death followed, sometimes on swift wings, sometimes slow and lingering.  She knew she had to please him, to continue to please him, or her destiny would be to die at his hand and the young woman did not want that.  She wanted to at  least make some effort with her life.<br/><br/>He was commanding, controlling. Moving in and out of her with pain filled thrusts.  She cried with each one, whimpering as pain and pleasure warred within her.  She wanted to scream, to fight, but she also wanted to beg, to ask him to hurt her, to show her how she could please him.  She whimpered loudly, eyes wide as the emotions exploded through her.  His hand pressed around her throat, she gulped, he would feel her pulse, fluttering with fear as she felt his thick heavy fingers close around her.<br/><br/>Then he began on her nipples, pinching them, pulling, forcing pain through her body in every possible way, making her accept the pain and pleasure and she was confused knowing which was the one she wanted, liked, needed.  She moaned, her body his to command, his to explore.  His to bend and break as he saw fit.<br/><br/>Her gaze locked with his as he spoke, his voice echoing into the dark recesses of her mind, she felt his power, his aura smothering her mind, she moaned softly, “Master, please please Master don't take my rear, please that would hurt so much and I really don't want you to hurt me.  Please I will be a good slave for you if you would not take me there” she begged him, her voice shaky, she moaned and writhed under him, that dark, deep need bubbling in her belly as he continued to pound in her, making her his in a way she could never begin to understand..<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Cormac listened to her beg him not to violate her rear, and he only laughed.  Her eyes were filled with fear and worry, and her face was a mask of pain...and that only made him impale her harder and faster, his cock throbbing in its hardness.  The thick, strong hand on her neck squeezed her throat, cutting off her air, before letting it rush back in as he released his grip.  His other hand still toyed with her nipples, pulling and pinching them tightly, loving the red warm welt that rose on her tit-flesh.<br/><br/>"You dare ask your King not to do what he desires, little one?" he asked, his red eyes boring into her own.  "You would make demands of your ruler?  Where does a slave get the audacity to challenge a King?!"<br/><br/>He pulled out then, and his hands roughly grabbed her hips, his strong arms flinging her onto her stomach.  He pressed her down once more, his heavier frame pinning her to the bed, and he pushed his cock down to her tiny, dark hole.  He was going to hurt her, he knew as much, but more than that, she would learn her place with him.  She would learn not to beg him, or to make demands of him.  She would learn to fear him and crave him, as all of them do, and it was a lesson that would last well into the night.<br/><br/>"Scream for mercy..." he growled, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to pin her down while the other lowered his thick cock toward her ass.  "And know that I will offer none."<br/><br/>__________________________________________<br/><br/>As Volrath's vessel landed, he found a hefty force waiting for him on the beach.  Cormac's soldiers had littered the shore with large boulders and flaming debris from their catapaults, and archers stood at the ready, arrows nocked and ready to fire.  Behind them, the calvary prepared for war, a loud cacophony of taunts and war cries echoing out to reach the ears of the warlord's soldiers.  If they attacked, it would be a hard fought battle to even take the beach, and they still had miles of land to traverse before reaching Cormac's fortress.<br/><br/>And taking that was nearly impossible.<br/><br/>The fire boats had done their damage though, setting docks and peirs alight in the gloom of the early evening.  The garrison soldiers watched as the fires burned, cursing their luck, while the commoners fled north, to the castle of their King.  He would give them temporary lodging until the invasion had been dealt with, and there wasn't a soul among them that thought that the warlord would be victorious.  If anything, they would have preferred to fight against Volrath and his forces themselves, their perverse love of their King, and his gold, overriding any desire for freedom offered by the warlord who had just burned their homes and fishing vessels.<br/><br/>Just as Volrath's forces made the beach, the archers opened fire, raining arrow after arrow down upon the invading barbarians.