"Unhand me!" Maris cried out, her voice a hoarse croak as she had yet to recover from the barbarian's fearsome blow.  She met his gaze directly and unflinchingly and for the first time in years, she knew fear.<br/><br/>Sweat beaded down her brow, her impressive breasts heaved with every breath as she tried to gather her strength.  Years spent training with a blade had given her a will to fight that most ordinary women lacked and she would not give up easily.  She twisted and kicked, bucking her hips wildly, desperately trying to throw the Cimmerian off of her.  But he was far too strong and restrained her with ease.<br/><br/>A sharp yank of the hair, a cruel twist of the breast, and she cried out in pain, tears coming to her eyes unbidden as she fiercely blinked them away.<br/><br/>Desperate to avoid her certainly inevitable fate, she tried one last desperate ploy.<br/><br/>"It is the Brythunian whore that deserves your wrath, Cimmerian!  Let me free and I will help you track that wench down and together we will make her suffer the torments of one thousand hells..."<br/>