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She put her foot up against the lifeless body on the ground below her, and with a grunt she yanked her sword out and turned to face me. Stricken by panic, I froze for a moment, watching her start towards me. Though she was covered mostly by simple strips of leather, the fearlessness on her face told me that this humble farmer wouldn’t stand a chance. I scrambled to my feet and began to flee as I saw her pick up her pace as well.

What felt like an eternity was actually just five minutes of running before she caught up to me. A kick to my backside sent me to the ground. I turned over to find her standing above me, her sword pointing to my throat. She was a giant of a woman, no less than six feet tall, with dark hair and piercing eyes. My breathing instantly became heavier as those eyes examined her next victim. She leaned in and I could see strange markings on her skin, looking like they belonged to some barbarian infidel cult.

One stroke of her sword tore my cloak down the middle. I began to sweat as she opened my cloak with the tip of her blade, presumably checking for concealed weapons. But why this, when I was already at her mercy? I held out my hands and stammered, “N-no weapons. I’m unarmed.”

She smiled a carnal smile that continues to haunt my dreams. I pleaded with her as she reached down and grabbed me by the neck, pulling me off the ground in only my under garments. She struck me in the face, pushed me around, and tore off my remaining stitch of clothing with one motion of one hand. Next came shackles on my wrists, on my ankles, and a gag in my mouth. Holstering her sword, she lifted me onto her shoulder, firmly clasped my right buttock with her hand, and carried me over to her horse.

Laying me across the animal’s back, she jumped on, pulled me onto her lap, and off we went into the distance. I was too frightened to move, too excited to mumble a sound.

When we reached our destination, she dismounted, slung me over her shoulder again, and carried me into her tent. She threw me on to the bed at the center of the room, then walked out the entrance. I laid there helpless, gradually glancing around the tent. Armaments, training equipment, and all kinds of instruments of violence decorated the sides of her room. Between the bed and the entrance was a large cast iron pot, heating over a fire. I could smell the ash and smoke. Was I to die like this, cannibalized by these barbarians?

She returned with an iron rod, which she placed into the pot. She removed her belt along with her sword and hung it on a rack nearby. Next she threw off her leather clothing, rubbed the back of her neck, bonus veren siteler and stretched out before the fire. I watched in silent anticipation as she took the rod, held it over the fire, and inspected its blazing glow. She stood up, came over to me, and… held me down with one hand. The rod sizzled and stung tremendously as she touched it to my lower back, my screams muffled by my gag.

I could hear her cackle at my pain. What kind of a beast would take such delight in causing misery to another person?

She sat down next to me on the bed, her naked body doused in soft firelight that made her almost appear human. Gently, she reached over and unshackled my wrists and ankles. Then out came the gag. I dared not move. Instead I lay staring at her. She leaned in close. Suddenly her hand clamped down on my throat.

“I could crush your windpipe in one squeeze,” she said without expression. “I could take any one of these weapons around this tent and smash your skull with it in no time at all.”

If I was not frozen already, I was now. She stroked the side of my face slowly.

“You understand what this is. You are spineless, I am feared by many. I could have killed you without a moment’s thought, but instead I have brought you here, branded you, and made you my property. It is only natural that if you do not die, you serve.”

She slid her hand down my back and pressed on my searing skin until I cried in agony.

“That is your lot in life. Should you ever break it, I will not hesitate to slay you on the spot.”

“Yes, Ma’am, I understand!” I belted out. She relaxed her hand and softly rubbed my back, creating a delicate mixture of pain and pleasure.

“Would you wish to be dead, or would you wish to serve a strong, fearsome warrior in ways that none have the privilege of serving?”

“I would wish to serve, Ma’am.”

She stood up and ordered me to my knees in front of her. I crawled off the bed, my back aching with every movement. Yet as I finally found myself in front of her, something changed. The pain subsided. I forgot how I came to be there. My nakedness, my lower standing, and my brand began to make sense. The light from the fire that had made her look almost human now cast her as a being from the Otherworld. The soft glow danced across her bare skin as I gazed in awe. She was tall, muscular, with defining angles to every corner of her body, and the dirt and scars left as mementos from many battles made her seem so far beyond me. The strange markings on her glistened in the firelight.

“Kiss my feet,” she commanded me. I put my hands around bahis her leg and licked her bare foot slowly from the toes to her ankle. She stammered, as if about to say something, but then let me continue. I kiss and licked up her leg, over her knee, and when I reached her hip, she shoved me off and struck me across the face.

“Behave yourself!” she growled. She held my head to her other foot, and again I kissed and licked my way up to her hip. She grabbed me by the hair, bent me over the bed, and lashed my bottom with a whip. The first time tore the skin. The second time left a mark. The third and fourth stung.

She pushed me back on my knees, then turned around and pushed her bare ass into my face. “Lick this, bitch.”

I licked. I kissed. I put my hands on her firm cheeks and rubbed and massaged them as much I could. She pushed my face deeper. I moaned. She grunted and sighed. Then I nibbled her cheeks a little. She whirled around and knocked me across the room. Before I could move, her hands were on my neck. She panted and looked me over, gritting her teeth.

“I know what you need,” she said after a minute. The carnal smile returned to her face. I crawled patiently back to the side of the bed and waited on my knees.

A moment later she came over, a large glass dildo fastened around her. Before I could utter a sound, she grabbed my head and thrust it down my throat. My own cock immediately went erect.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” she laughed.

I resisted at first, while she held my head in place. I could feel her strength meeting my resistance and keeping me still. I could also tell that she was hardly exerting herself. There would be no hope of stopping her from using me as she pleased. It was a mortifying, thrilling thought.

She slapped her glass dick on my face a few times after making me pleasure it a while, then ordered me onto the bed. As soon as I climbed on, she grabbed my waist and pulled me back towards her. I felt like an animal caught in a trap, like a fly caught in her web. Her cock pushed into my anus, as I squirmed and gasped and tried to move. Her hands didn’t budge, and she continued to pull me back onto her dildo. It felt as hard as her body. I clenched down, trying to push her out, but her dick was too much. She was in control.

She put her hand on the back of my head, pushed it down onto the sheets, and thrust back and forth inside me. Her right hand gave a firm smack to my right ass cheek as she kept on pounding me. I began to gasp and moan in the most humiliating manner. Her strong hands pushed down on my back and shoulders, and I knew deneme bonusu there was no getting up until she was finished with me.

I felt a tug on my hair after she pulled out, and my mouth was forced onto her cock again. “Clean it,” she barked. The taste made me cringe, but I did as I was told. She laughed and spit on my face. I kept cleaning.

Finally, she grabbed something from behind me, and I felt her place it on my neck. It clicked as she pulled it tight. She knelt down and attached a leash to the large iron collar now hanging around my throat. Once again, that carnal smile came across her face. Every night it haunts my dreams with the most pleasant of memories.

She removed her glass strap-on, took a fistful of my hair, and shoved my face an inch away from her crotch. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” She was breathing heavily, the color of her eyes matching the color of the firepit. I began to breathe heavily as well, my lips parted, and my tongue slowly crept out.

The leash pulled hard on me, keeping my head just barely out of range of her. “Beg,” she growled. “Beg like a dog.”

I pleaded with her: “Please, Ma’am, let me pleasure you!”

She laughed loudly. “Don’t make me whip you again, boy.”

“I– may I please worship your pussy, my warrior queen?”

Her eyes narrowed on me to cut like a blade. A slight smirk appeared. “Like. A. Dog.”

I began to panic inside. Did she really want… no, she wouldn’t. I stumbled to find something else to say and blurted out, “I beg you, my Owner, allow your lowly slave to please you.”

She slapped my right cheek.

“Beg.”

Then my backhanded my left one.

“You.”

Again the right.

“Fucking.”

Again the left.

“Dog.”

I kept my gaze on the floor, too ashamed to look up at her. I could see her feet before me – the feet I had so enjoyed licking and kissing. What am I to her? A toy? A barbarian? A beast?

She had kept her promise to domesticate me, to show me my lot. This warrior I had thought a savage now held my leash, had marked me as her own, and commanded me like an animal. I saw no other choice. But deep down, I wanted no other choice.

I barked. I begged. I panted and I struggled against the leash. She stayed firm.

Then suddenly the resistance disappeared. I dove into her like a wild mutt, licking and slobbering. I could feel her body tense up, yet she stood still, one hand holding my leash and the other forcing my mouth on her.

After some time, she grabbed my head with both hands, pushed me against the side of the bed, and mounted my face. She rode and rode and rode until we were both dripping.

Though I expected her to collapse in exhaustion, when she finished she simply took me by the leash and led me to a cage next to her bed. I eagerly crawled inside. She detached the leash and locked the door.

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