I fall.
They catch me.
I get taken to their shitty camp, I get a chip put in my fucking neck, and then the jarl asserts himself because men can’t stand it when women don’t play the right kind of helpless captive.
I am lying over that medical table with the vibrator in my ass and my body going haywire in several different directions all at once and I am realizing that this could really be what the rest of my life is like if I don’t escape.
He wants me to cry, I bet. I bet that would really fucking do it for him.
“Are you starting to understand how this works? You’re my pretty piece of captive flesh, and every part of you belongs to me.” As he speaks, he slowly twists the vibrator inside my ass, finding new parts of my insides to explore.
I am wet, but it’s not because I’m turned on in the usual way. My body is reacting to stimulation, pain, and fear. It’s a potent cocktail and it is forcing my mind to swim in a whole mess of hormones designed to help me survive.
The Vikar have been conquering and capturing women for tens of thousands of years. Of course Jarl Drako knows how to make my body quiver. Making a captive woman climax 101 is probably mandatory in their college courses, if they have them.
“Stop trying to think your way out of this,” he says, tapping my ass with the flat of his hand. “That’s not how it works.”
“How does it work?” I squeak the question, surprised by his apparent insight. How does he fucking know I’m thinking? Is it a very special dildo in my butt?
“It works by you understanding all the way to your marrow that the life you used to have is gone completely, and the one you have here with me will depend entirely on your obedience.”
“Then I have bad news for us both,” I moan.
I hear him chuckle.
“I think I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “While you crack wise with me and try to argue your way out of this, I think I’m going to slide my bare cock into your wet pussy and breed you.”
His words shock me into silence, until I feel the head of his cock sliding along the seam of my lower lips. No fucking way. He’s going to fuck me. Of course he’s going to fuck me. That’s what Vikar do. They ravage women.
“Not so mouthy now,” he notes. “Usually when I want a woman to be quiet, I put my cock in the other end, but this is surprisingly effective for you.”
I can feel my lips parting for him, soft wet folds giving way. I feel that tension in my lower belly that I know heralds sex. He’s going to fuck me. This stranger who just had me hunted down like a fucking animal, and chipped like one too, is going to make my pussy his.
He pushes forward, sheathing himself inside me in one long thrust.
The sound I make is not human. It’s purely animal.
“Good girl,” Drako praises me. “You know how to take a dick. Good. You must have been well trained on that ship. Is that why you were there? As a little pleasure slave?”
“No,” I moan as he holds himself deep inside me. “I stowed away.”
“You…” He snorts and grips my hips with both hands. The vibrator is still rumbling in my ass, held by my tight sphincter. He keeps me in place and starts to fuck me slowly, and dare I say it, conversationally. He is using me like I am just something to pleasure himself with. There is no real urgency or cruelty, just a cock fucking my pussy.
“You stowed away,” he says. “You weren’t supposed to be on that vessel, and you snuck on and now you’re wrapped around my cock. Isn’t fate fun?”
“No,” I half-grunt, half-moan.
“Oh, it is. That’s quite the force of destiny, for all those factors to have aligned, and for you to be here, now, like this.”
I don’t respond. I close my eyes and I try not to enjoy the sensations he is stoking in me. It is pretty much impossible. Drako is clearly a skilled lover. There is no desperate rutting, or the usual hard banging. He is arching his hips and moving them in a gliding motion that makes me crave his cock every time he slides it out to the tip.
“How old are you?” he asks.
“Nineteen,” I mumble.
“Young enough to learn new ways,” he says. “Like how to submit. I can tell nobody has ever taken the time to teach you how to behave, though you do have some wicked bruises on this ass…”
“That was from the captain of the ship when I got caught,” I explain.
