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Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid He was right. She couldnt do it. Not even when he taunted her. Not even with the travesties he committed against her father. His voice frightened her and caused whatever malice she had inside of her turned into abject terror. All of the muscles in her body seized up and words refused to form on her lips. That didnt matter though. Before she could do anything he acted. A bright light flashed in front of her eyes as his head made contact with hers. Another painful whack hit against wrists and she cried out softly as the dirk clattered to the floor. When she regained her sense the man was looming over her, all she could see was him and his body. A slight pain throbbed in her head. This was too much for her! Magdala was now regretting ever coming here. It would have been better if she just stayed back at the castle. Why did she think she could reach an understanding with this Barbarian? All he would be able to understand was death and sexual coupling. His hand wrapped around her throat and he squeezed. All thoughts were stricken from her mind, replaced by the desperate need to survive as breathing became impossible. The pain from his fingers was almost unbearable as he crushed her windpipe. Instinctually she began to claw at his fingers, gagging. He loosened his grip and she let out a pained sob. The tears were now falling down her cheeks without restraint. She didnt want to be killed! She took in breath roughly and her chest pushed against his forearm. Gods, she didnt want to beg. Not from this man! But what choice did she have? Living was certainly important. If not life than perhaps a more dignified way to be killed. Suffocation was messy. She lowered her clawing fingers and swallowed harshly. P-p-please, she managed hoarsely. It hurt to even talk! Please. Spare my life. Please. Her begging was desperate and pathetic and not befitting of a woman of her station. Her cheeks turned bright red from the lack of air, pain, and humiliation.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid So soft and so predictable - far too afraid to even act upon her threat to him. He could almost feel the horror and the fear that pulsed through her veins. Oh yes, she was his now more solidly than if he had her under lock and key. Fear was a far more effective box to lock people in, for once they were in it, they became their own jailor. As the dirk fell to the floor with a metallic clatter, that last security blanket was stripped away. It would be so easy for the warlord to kill her. His grip had but to tighten a bit more and he could snap her windpipe like it were a chicken bone to be discarded after its flesh had been torn away. His fingers would begin to mark her neck. Five angry red imprints forming upon that soft half elven flesh. Her skin protesting at the rather rough grasp it was subjected to. Her tears were satisfying as he heard her gasp and sob while those tears flowed. He waited as undoubtedly for a princess whom had thought to demand he leave to be made to beg for her life was truly a humiliation. And the blush was there as she hoarsely asked him to spare her life. His hand would loosen ever so slightly as though he had decided to grant that pitiful plea. In truth he simply allowed her several deep and likely necessary breathes for sweet oxygen to fill her lungs once more. Then perhaps most cruelly for having allowed her that brief flicker of hope that the worst of her suffocation had passed, his hand tightened upon her neck to once more slowly squeeze the life out of her. His voice would cut through the agony as he stated Please is not good enough. Justify your continued existence for me. Why should I spare you? If she thought her humiliation ended with begging she had thought wrong. Now he meant to force her to bargain with the devil for her continued existence. His dark eyes gleamed as he regarded her, after all it was ever a curious matter to see how people placed a value to their own lives.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Magdala was starting to feel like a small mouse that was being played with by a mountain lion. He smirked down at her. Despite her pride and anger, her eyes begged for him to stop. It was more pain than what she had felt before. Bruises began to form beneath his fingers and she closed her eyes tightly as more tears fell down her cheeks. Black dots swam in front of her eyes and, suddenly, his fingers released her neck enough for her to breath. Greedily she sucked in air. Her head was pounding now but she didnt care. This warlord had showed some mercy! As much as she wanted to rip his face off, she couldnt help but feel a twisted sense of gratitude. Whatever relief she was feeling was soon taken away. His fingers tightened around her neck, threatening to snap it in half. This wasnt over by a long shot. She tried to beg more but he was strangling the life from her body and her vocal chords were under that iron like grasp. He wanted her to tell him why he should spare her. She was a princess of the land he was trying to invade, for gods sake! All of the killing could be avoided if he simply married her! Though the prospect of being bound to that man until he died was not pleasing. She was sure that wasnt what he meant in the lest. He wanted her in the most primal sense. It repulsed her but what was she going to do? Sully her body or live. It was a very cruel catch. No one would want her after this incident. Magdala didnt want to die though! Panic streamed through her and she began to tug at her torn bodice, managing to pull a good portion of it off. Her breasts were now completely visible to him. With a lot of force she managed to say, M-my body. T-take my body instead That was all she was able to choke out before slumping forward. There was no dread of what was to come yet. Her entire being was focused on getting sweet oxygen into her lungs. All she wanted in that moment was to live.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid The warlord let the feel of his fingers gripping her neck linger. His eyes were fixed upon her features watching every flicker of her expression. Relief and then horror in turn were both spied as they crossed her face. Indeed he continued to suffocate her as smiled in a rather dark fashion. Indeed he seemed to take a certain perverse pleasure in her rather wretched state and her rather extreme vulnerability. He watched as she tugged at her dress until her chest was fully exposed to him. He heard her manage to choke out her plea for him to take her body. As she suggested that and slumped forward his grip would loosen as he idly remarked Very well, Ill claim your body not your life. Although the smirk that played across his lips should perhaps have warned her then and there that how hed interpret that offer perhaps varied from how she would. Yet for the moment as air was allowed to flood into her lungs it was if nothing else an immediate reprieve from rather painful strangulation. But the warlord idly gestured to the guard whom had remained hovering about. Place the brand in the fire. He stated rather simply as he casually dragged the princess over towards the side of his throne by her shoulder. He reached into a sack that lay beside the throne and after a moment he seemed to find what he was looking for. A collar of gold was pulled forth from among a number that were crafted from iron and silver and thereafter unlocked before being unceremoniously thrust about her neck and fastened into place. While he did this a branding iron was brought in by the guard in question and thrust into the fireplace to heat. The warlords hands would grasp hold of her dress and pull it downwards seeking to strip her body of garment that remained upon her. His fingers seeking to deprive her of that modesty and bare her body to his view as he leaned in towards her and remarked So kind of you to volunteer to be my slave princess. He smirked as he noted The brand will hurt but really that and the collar will be all that prevents my warriors from each taking their turn should they feel the urge. His lips twitched as he noted And we do so like elven and half elven women - theyre always so tight at least to begin with.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Sweet air! She took two large gulps of it, placing her hand gently on the bruised flesh of her neck. She winced. No matter how much she would like to have thought she was immune to vanity, the thought of ugly dark marks on her pale skin made her very worried. Her stomach churned. Dear gods! What had she agreed to in her desperation? He was going to rape her! Little did she know what actual horrors laid before her. Her pale lavender eyes pleaded desperately with his even though she attempted to keep her emotions hidden. She attempted to stand up strait. This was her fate and she would accept it. A night of passion would go by quickly enough. What? she asked in utter disbelief when the word brand came from her captors lips. There was no doubt in her mind where this was going. Instead of taking her body for pleasure, he was going to inflict untold amounts of pain to it! In panic Magdala attempted to dig her heels into the ground but he was much stronger than she and he pulled her along like some toy. Her heart went wild as he looked through a bag beside her throne. On top of the burning of her immaculate flesh, he was going to add something to it. She closed her eyes and waited for more agony. Something was thrust around her neck and she expected for her to be choked again. Instead she was met with a small click and the feeling of cold metal encasing the delicate column. The beautiful half elf opened her eyes and looked down. To her shock there was a golden collar around her neck. She tried to pry it off but it didnt work. Of course. His hands were upon her body, pulling the dress down further, revealing her hairless body inch by inch. Back at home she found it a blessing that her body had been more elf than human and that no hair had encased her arms, legs, or womanly area. Now she felt more exposed than ever with the dress being her last form of modesty. When she was completely revealed he leant forward and told her something that was worse than a strike to her face. Slave?! she exclaimed. I I never agreed to being your s-slave! Oh gods! She had been wrong. He hadnt meant to simply torture her. He was planning on keeping her and using her body over and over again. She attempted to wriggle away. The guard was heating the brand for her and their was a twisted look on his face as he turned it in the coals of the fireplace. She whimpered pathetically. Wait! Cant we talk about this like civilized persons? I am happy that ugh that elven and half elven women are your favorite but I am not a common animal. I am sure a more pleasurable conclusion can be drawn up for the both of us.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid The warlords lips formed a smirk as he noted Ah but this is what you asked for girl. He idly noted You didnt want to die and requested that I take your body not your life. He rather matter of factly stated Now your body is mine. A laugh parted his lips as he remarked You got precisely what you bargained for. Of course I could always kill you. He smirked as he noted But I doubt you desire that option. He leaned in towards her as his fingers would close around locks of her hair. He tugged upon them and seemed to toy with strands of her silken hair as he responded Talk like civilized people? As I recall I am the brute whom is killing your people by the hundred. He lofted a brow to her as he inquired And how should things reach a more pleasurable conclusion? You will do whatever I want or you will suffer in ways youve never even imagined. He smirked I should think you would find yourself sufficiently motivated. A large hand would press to the bared globes of her chest. He took one mount into his grasp and his fingers would tighten about it, squeezing rather firmly. Dark eyes strayed along that lithe hairless body. His fingers casually kneaded her breast as he regarded her as he smiled. And I think your smart enough little half elf that youve figured out already that the last thing you want to do is make me angry. The statement had a pleasant tone to it, yet it still seemed to have an underlying menace to it. He glanced across the room and remarked Check the brand. The wrought iron pole with its distinctive wolf and lightening bolt pattern was raised and now glowed an angry red. Hence he nodded evidently satisfied that it was ready. Thereafter he casually pushed Magdala across the arm of his throne. His brutish strength bending her over it before a leather cord was pulled from his belt and hed bind her hands to the leg of the throne. Now you should try to stay very still. It hurts less that way. He informed her, although it was doubtful it would hurt any less but perhaps it would be easier to ensure that the mark was properly affixed and thus take a slightly shorter period of time. The brand as brought to him and he took the glowing iron in his hand, thereafter the heated metal was directed towards the soft flesh of her body. The heat would precede the feel of the metal actually touching her body. But in a moment a searing pain would be felt upon the right cheek of her ass as the brand pressed into her flesh. A sickening sizzle was heard as it burned into her skin and the flesh beneath, the smell of cooking flesh would also waft to her nostrils. Pain would be added to humiliation as tied to the despots throne she was branded like common chattel.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Motivated? To do what? Rot away in this place until he got bored of her and handed him over to his men. This was not what she wanted at all! Tears formed in her eyes again as he played with her hair. What was cruel act of faux kindness. He was simply toying with her and reveling in her reactions. Roughly his hand came out to grab at the firm and round orbs of her breast. She gave a small cry and made a motion to push him away, but, upon hearing his words knew that she did not want to make him sore with her. The tone of his voice terrified her. Not as much as the sight of that brand. It glowed a truly evil red color, as if to taunt her with its ferocity. Even before it was moved over she began to squirm and she fought helplessly against her captor as he tied her to the arm of the chair, binding her to leg. Her pert bottom was perfectly exposed. No! She begged desperately. Her voice was so loud she was nearly screaming. Please dont! Please dont burn my flesh! Please please Her pleads went unheard. The branding iron came dangerously close to her skin, she could feel the heat radiate off of it. In the next second searing white hot agony was pulsing from her left cheek. She couldnt help but squirm uncontrollably, trying to get away from it. She kicked her legs, arched her back, and screamed the entire time the metal was searing a symbol onto her body. The smell made her sick. The initial pain finally subsided and she slumped against the chair, sobbing like a child. Her body convulsed. It was still tender and she could feel her skin still burning slightly as it cooled down. She couldnt fight the humiliation that she felt. Not only had he striped her and marked her like his sow, but he did it in front a lowly guard. Tears continued to stream down her face. She was afraid of what he was going to do with her body in such a position. She was completely helpless and it made her agony much worse. Surely he wouldnt take her virginity just after giving her such a brutal mark. E-enough, she whined. No more. Please, no more!
Thread: The Warlord ((Methos and Vivid))

Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid Naturally the warlord had heard her begging for him not the brand her. Hed heard every word of it and seen her squirming as well. He rather simply couldnt have cared less. Her desires and protests were essentially irrelevant. He had decided what would transpire and she simply would deal with the consequences. Unfortunately that would leave a princess in a somewhat novel position, although he saw her not as a princess but a newly acquired slave girl. As he held the glowing metal to the flesh of her ass he watched her writhe. Not to mention that her piercing screams of pain filled his ears. He rather wondered that she hadnt lost her voice from such intense screaming. Yet it continued until he was satisfied that his mark was properly seared into her flesh. Only then did he remove the brand from its contact with her. The girl seemed to interrupt her balling only to whine that shed endured enough. An irritated look was directed at her, suggesting that having said anything of that nature had most definitely been a presumptuous mistake. His deep voice responded with a growl I decide what happens to my possessions. He smirked I decide when youve had enough. As though to emphasis the point a large hand was brought to bear upon the cheek of her ass. Its broad surface raised and then brought to slap down against where the brand had been placed, spanking that raw flesh to deliver a rather predictable measure of agony. Having done so he informed her You now exist to serve. My whim is your command. My pleasure your only purpose and goal. You are nothing but a slave. You are mine. Undoubtedly she could have endured a lecture even if a rather pointed one on her new placement in the scheme of things. But perhaps more ominously his hand slid down to undo his belt. He stepped from her side to stand behind her. Her bent over body before him as slowly those leather britches were pressed downwards and the thickened form of his cock would protrude towards her. Perhaps shed figure out what was about to happen after he stepped behind her. Although, the touch of the head of that long, thick cock would certainly confirm her fears. Unfortunately for that slight elf, his body was entirely proportionate and a human of his size was not meant to couple with the slender form of even a half elf. Her fears for her virginity had been right, although perhaps not exactly in the way shed foreseen. For it wasnt against the soft lips of her sex that the tip of his cock pressed but the tight puckered form of her asshole. Forcefully that broad head was slowly shoved into that small opening. Spittle being spat into it as a crude lubricant to allow him to press inside. Hed work that thickened cock inside her anus. He pushed deeper inside her, forcing her body to strain and all but be split apart as he pushed within. Roughly his hips pressed against her, his body smacking into the raw branded flesh of her ass cheek. He claimed her virginity all right, but if shed thought he couldnt be any more horrible it simply proved the deficit of her imagination.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid He called her a possession. In her entire life she had never felt so low. Her being was chalked up to playing the sexual doll for some barbarian. A helplessness washed over her. What could she do now? Nothing. He had her tied. Her sex was fully exposed to him. All she could do was plan a way to escape his clutches after he tired of using her for that evening. His hand came brutally down on the newly seared skin. A red streak of pain obscured her vision as it came down without mercy. She screamed and arched her back, brushing her nipples against the soft surface of the fur. Those rose at the tender action and a shiver of slight pleasure went through her. Quickly she tried to concentrate on that instead of the sting that his spanking caused. He began to inform her of her duties of his slave. All she was around for was to make sure he was sexually satisfied. It repulsed her and that feeling of helplessness intensified. Indeed she had figured out what he was going to do. She shut her eyes tightly and prepare for his onslaught on her womanhood. But she was shocked when the cock didnt press against her vagina but the tight bud of her anus. She began to thrash her body around, trying to get away from it. But of course she couldnt as soon the large knob was pushed inside of her, the spittle doing nothing to aide with the agony of it. Stop! she screamed. T-that hurts! Please! But he didnt stop. The more he shoved into her, the more she felt like she was going to be split down the middle. He was tearing her body apart with his manhood. Her hands desperately twisted as she tried to undo the binds. If she was able to crawl away, that pain would stop! His body slammed against hers, sending searing pain through the freshly branded ass cheek. She cried and sobbed some more with him inside of her. Her cheeks burnt once more with shame. It was thoroughly disgusting to have that hole of hers taken. Waste came out of there! She whimpered pathetically. Bastard, she whispered. Magdala prayed that he didnt hear her.
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Re The Warlod Methos and Vivid If the princess didnt like his declaration and statements with respect to her being a slave now, then she was less likely to like the realization that every last work hed said was now absolutely true. Nor was she likely to enjoy the tender mercy he was likely to show insolence and disobedience to that new reality. His hand striking freshly branded flesh was merely a taste of the severity of discipline that would brook little opposition. The shock that accompanied his prick pressing into her ass only seemed to amuse the warlord. The barbarian ignored her screamed demands that he stop, indeed her vocal opposition to the action simply caused him to thrust his manhood deeper within her. Shed feel that pulsing rod stretching apart that taunt anal passage and pressed deeper and further within her ass. Her body being force to stretch and strain to accommodate him, as tender and delicate inner flesh was agitated by that cock ramming within her. His hips bucked into her. A rather steady rhythm of thrusts were leveled into that tight asshole, and his body rammed itself against the raw flesh of her cheek. He smacked into her audibly with each entry within her. He claimed her body and sought his pleasure in the delicious friction that entrance offered to him. His cock was hard, thick and throbbing as he seemed to enjoy her abject misery. He evidently heard her call him a bastard and he simply growled Oh dont you worry about bastards youll have them in your belly soon enough. Undoubtedly that was a prospect to cheer her as he indicated that broodmare could well accompany, play thing and punching bag in her list of duties. Although it did at least imply not fucking her in the ass some of the time. But for the moment those soft cheeks continued to be parted as he thrust into that tight brown eye. The tension and resistance of that soft gripping passage was causing pleasure to rush through his body in jolts even as each thrust within her caused agony to race through her. Each deep thrust into that sweet ass brought her closer to having that anus dripping with his semen.