Thread: LADY SLAVE (DEVIANTDESIRE & OGION)

Nairia did her best to keep her utmost composure as the massive barbarian pulled her into him by her hair, the life of a highborn lady having taught her to hide her emotions well. A little grunt of pain was all that escaped her lips as she fell forwards. Despite the fact that she kept an unchanged look of quiet defiance, she really was quite shocked. In all of her twenty years, she had never met a man who was brave enough to treat her in such a way, to leer over her body unabashedly and refer to her as nothing more than a 'noble pussy.' Likely all the men before had feared reprisal from her noble father, which this marauder certainly didn't seem to. -Well, Ragnar,- she was sure to emphasize that she hadn't called him master, as requested, -You can have as many of the peasant women as you like, but I am of the house Relaeus, and I can assure you I am worth far more to you alive...and unharmed.- She spoke these words with confidence, but wasn't quite sure of the truth behind them. After all, her father and all of her brothers had gone off to fight these barbarians just a few days before, and hadn't returned. If they had all perished, the house may be in too much disarray to gather a ransom for her. Still, it was a chance she was willing to take. She turned her gaze briefly as she heard the sound of ripping fabric and a scream. Two of the barbarians had set to Abetha, Nairia's lady in waiting, and did not seem quite as patient as this Ragnar. One grabbed her from behind with a vice-grip about her hips, while the other tore away at the top of her dress, exposing her breasts. As she cried and pleaded, the brute behind her lifted the skirt of her sleeping gown up over her back, much to the amusement of the few somewhat smaller warriors who stood aside and watched, letting out gruff laughter. She also caught a glimpse of the older, middle-aged priestess being hauled out of the room over the shoulder of a practically naked raider, doing her best to remain stalwart despite the horrible fate that was no doubt going to be upon her shortly. -Please,- the remaining priestess put her hand on the shoulder of the massive, redheaded barbarian who had, along with a few others, cornered the young twin princesses in a corner of the room, -The girls still have their innocence. Be merciful, please.- This other priestess was still quite young herself, apparently brave beyond her years to plead with these violent men, and was quite fair to look at. Golden hair fell out in curls from under the white hood of her order, matching the golden sun icon hanging from her neck. The modest robes she wore hid the fact quite well, but she was a woman grown and quite curvaceous for one so thin. She looked upon the redheaded barbarian with kind eyes, hoping he would listen to reason. Meanwhile, Nairia looked back to her own captor, who sniffed at the neckline of her gown like some sort of animal. She remained defiant in her look, though she was beginning to worry this marauder wouldn't listen to her promises of riches, and would instead take her for his own as the others were doing to Abetha. No, she thought, it is gold he is after more than anything. One of the castle's maids or another noblewoman would serve this base purpose just as well as her, and not all of them could command a price such as she could.