Thread: Far From Home (closed for Magi)

Like an eagles spotting it's pray from hundreds of miles in the air Lamar's bird like features snapped to the little ones face from the fat jailer. The sudden explosion of hope and life that rippled to her sunken eyes and across her smooth features caught his attention like the sight of a a darting mouse to the eagle. Just like the same eagle Lamar began his slow circling taking in every feature of this girl as he decided whether or not to dive in and dig his long, lengthy talons into her soft flesh. His gaze noticed the small curve of her butt perfectly suited for his large hand. Her flat chest and erect nipples with just enough puffiness to be called breasts. The slight gap between her thighs where something very precious and very private was kept hidden by her wilting knees. The jailer was obviously right. This girl had not been touched before, for while she was nervous of him she was neither morbidly ready to die, nor frightened into hysterics. Which meant she had not been subjected to the pleasures of the vile crew that road that hell-ship upon the seas. I will take this one. Once she answers my question. Lamar knelt in front of the diminutive child-woman bringing his gaze just below hers. She was looking down nervously at him as his breath crossed the distance between them and billowed against her tiny chest that was rapidly rising and falling as she apparently tried to remember his question. Do you touch yourself, down there? He looked pointedly between her squirming thighs. Y-yes... Came the soft, almost inaudible breath. A few of the other girls gave short gasps why would anyone say such a thing? But none of them were subjected to the Duke's gaze that could wrench truth from a man that knows he is about die. Girls like these were even easier. They were honest souls that had been stolen from idealistic living and brought into a world where lying and cheating were the only ways to make yourself superior to the rest. Or so they said. Lamar, however, believed that the brutal truth was more effective then anything else and these innocent ones. They could see that in his dark, malevolent eyes, especially when it twitched as the sole window into his soulless cesspool of a conscious. That was why she said yes even though all of the other girls thought they would say no, well, that and the fact that the truth was yes. All of them had, even if they had not experienced a climax or been forced to. It was only nature. Very good. How much? Same as always, suh, Have her tied to my saddle, and that instrument placed carefully in my saddlebags. Very good suh, I'm going for refreshment. Yes suh, On his way back from the bar Lamar noticed a young boy with golden hair dropping from a pallet of crates down onto the ground. The crates were stacked in such a way that he could have... Yes, he did see in. The way he would not look towards Lamar told him everything, in an instant he'd stopped the boy right in front of his horse. Just as it turned out when they were bringing the young girl out of the warehouse, naked and squirming like a little fish, but tied up securely anyways. Before they could set her on the horse Lamar grabbed the back of the boys golden hair, and swung him in front of his new toy. Did you like what you saw, boy? Y-yes'r, m'lord. Good. Give her a kiss. She is going away for a very, very long time. The Duke watched as the two kissed. He knew instantly that this boy and this girl would fall in love if it were not for him. The dreadful hope in the girls eyes, and the shock in the boys were enough for him to know that something other than physical reactions were occurring at this moment. He was also so evil, that he could sense love and happiness beginning. He ruined them both with a belligerent laugh, You made her day m'boy. Now run away. Lamar knelt in front of the girl, One day. You will kiss me like that. The whispered words sent fear coursing through her tiny body. Tje young teen was tied over the front of his saddle. Her arms were folded together against her back and bound tightly together. Similarly from her ankles to her knees she was tied with a length of thick cordage, but she was not actually tied to the saddle. Because if Lamar needed toss her off in order to escape an attack or storm, he would do so without a second thought. She would have to balance herself, with little help from the Duke as he trotted home. With ease he swung into the saddle and gave his mighty horse a soft kick to get him started. In an instant they were off at a slow pace. Through the journey Lamar did actually keep the young teen from falling off using his firm hands to squeeze her cute butt and move her left or right on the horses back to keep her centered on the ride. As they approached the front gate of his castle he stopped balancing her, and by the time he arrived at the black stairs that led into his keep she had fallen off and landed roughly on the sandy ground. Lamar's landing was much more graceful, with both of his boots thudding heavily a mere inch from her now sandy face. Get up little girl, He removed his long hunting knife, and with one movement slashed the ropes from her legs. Stand up. He repeated cruelly, without sheathing the knife just yet, as he stared down at her nubile young form. The sun shone over his shoulder outlining his black armor, cloak, and leather pants in ethereal bright light. The perfect contrast to his daunting darkness. His eye twitched, Get up.