Thread: Festival of Warring Races ||Lagertha x Google||

The torc around her neck was solid metal, it had no clasp or special lock that could be undone, it had been bent so that the ends hooked together and because of the way the metal it had all been wound together it held its shape easily. The only way it could be removed was if it was bent back out of shape and that would require a great deal of strength and might hurt the princess. Already it fit tight around her, not quite enough to choke her but because of its weight and how it fit she would always be aware of its presence. It was a simple thing that marked her as his, the collar was the mark of a slave, property that could easily be identified. Of course Jandrax intended for her to be more then just his simple slave... as the laws regarding slavery meant it was possible that he could be made to sell her if the proper steps were taken... and if sold she might be returned to her people. No, she was going to be his bride, his consort, his for all time. That would come later though, there was a small ceremony that was required and in that moment his needs to mate, to fuck her like a primal animal, were far to great to allow for the steady hand and patience that would be needed. It marks you as mine. He explained, a direct answer to her question without any specifics given. He doubted there would be any more inquiries from her as she was drunk and likely to just accept what he said. Of course her acceptance was entirely meaningless, she could object, try and fight him, even call in an army to attempt to free her but Jandrax would never relinquish his control over her. Lowering her slowly he smiled as she bit her lip, the feel of her pussy kissing the head of his cock was a taste of paradise, he could feel her juices dripping down over him, baptizing his cock. He was spreading her wider, he could feel her body attempting to accommodate his girth even as he saw the discomfort on her face, it took all he had not to just pull her down as far as he could onto his cock and move her body like little more then a living sex toy, letting her bounce up and down even as she wailed in pain or perhaps passed out... not stopping until he was finished. Grunting he dismissed the idea, it was far more fun to take his time now and let her feel everything... every single inch of his cock spreading her wide as he ruined her body for any others that might attempt to fuck her later. This was evidence that his race was superior, all women could be made theirs and would fit them wonderfully... it was the destiny of his race to rule all. You like this don't you? He asked, feeling the evidence of her innocence at the head of his cock, her hymen waiting for him to claim her virginity. The pain and the pleasure are all the same, you just need to learn to embrace them both. And she would experience both at his hands. Slowly he raised her from his cock until the tip was barely spreading her open, giving her a few moments to relax, his arms shifting her back and forth a little to tease her, wanting to excite her for a little longer. Then it happened, the only warning was a flash of cruelty in his eyes as he pulled her down roughly onto his cock, spearing through her hymen without any effort at all, driving not even half way into her before he stopped, wanting to savor the look of pain in her eyes, continuing to rock her back and forth as he watched her.