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warspoiltAmalie isn't sure what's worse, what's going to happen to her or the waiting.
It's probably a rather easy answer, all things considered. It's going to be much worse when it happens. But it doesn't mean that waiting for it isn't driving her crazy.
The past day has upended her life. She'd been living in a quiet, sleepy farming village, a girl starting to blossom, starting to flirt with the boys as she helped her mother mend clothing. Then wood from burning bundles had choked the village as armed soldiers marched in, soldiers of a country she's never heard of. Her people were peaceful, so there had been no resistance.
The heralds had demanded tribute in three forms: Food, conscripts, and women. The food was easy enough, as it was harvest time. A dozen of the strapping young men had been told they were now part of the army. And she, along with three other women, all older than her, had been chosen to comfort the troops.
She can still hear her mother's desperate wails as the soldiers had led her away.
She's not educated like girls in the big city, but she knew enough to know what was going to happen to her. But something strange had happened. A man, in fancier armor than the rest, had stopped the four women as they were led, sobbing, into the camp. He'd chosen her. And she'd been separated from the others, and hasn't seen them since.
Other women had bathed her. They'd cleaned her up, they'd thrown away her comfortable old clothes, and not given her anything else. Instead, they'd led her into a tent, nude, and left.
It doesn't seem like much of a prison. There are no iron bars to hold her, just a simple tent flap. It's not a large tent, either, containing a single central pole, a table with some oil lamps - she can see that it's dark outside, by now - and a single bedroll.
Of course, she can't leave, because affixed to the pole are heavy iron chains, which attach to a thick collar around her throat that they'd locked shut. She has enough room to move a little (though not as far as the desk and the lamps, lest she think of starting a fire), and can move to the bedroll, but anything else is beyond her. And if she tries to pull on it, it chokes her.
Further complicating the story is that her wrists are shackled together by more heavy iron, no more than two or three links of chain between them. She can move her fingers, but that's all.
So she sits here, collared and shackled, naked but for her restraints, and waits for whatever hell is to come.
It's probably a rather easy answer, all things considered. It's going to be much worse when it happens. But it doesn't mean that waiting for it isn't driving her crazy.
The past day has upended her life. She'd been living in a quiet, sleepy farming village, a girl starting to blossom, starting to flirt with the boys as she helped her mother mend clothing. Then wood from burning bundles had choked the village as armed soldiers marched in, soldiers of a country she's never heard of. Her people were peaceful, so there had been no resistance.
The heralds had demanded tribute in three forms: Food, conscripts, and women. The food was easy enough, as it was harvest time. A dozen of the strapping young men had been told they were now part of the army. And she, along with three other women, all older than her, had been chosen to comfort the troops.
She can still hear her mother's desperate wails as the soldiers had led her away.
She's not educated like girls in the big city, but she knew enough to know what was going to happen to her. But something strange had happened. A man, in fancier armor than the rest, had stopped the four women as they were led, sobbing, into the camp. He'd chosen her. And she'd been separated from the others, and hasn't seen them since.
Other women had bathed her. They'd cleaned her up, they'd thrown away her comfortable old clothes, and not given her anything else. Instead, they'd led her into a tent, nude, and left.
It doesn't seem like much of a prison. There are no iron bars to hold her, just a simple tent flap. It's not a large tent, either, containing a single central pole, a table with some oil lamps - she can see that it's dark outside, by now - and a single bedroll.
Of course, she can't leave, because affixed to the pole are heavy iron chains, which attach to a thick collar around her throat that they'd locked shut. She has enough room to move a little (though not as far as the desk and the lamps, lest she think of starting a fire), and can move to the bedroll, but anything else is beyond her. And if she tries to pull on it, it chokes her.
Further complicating the story is that her wrists are shackled together by more heavy iron, no more than two or three links of chain between them. She can move her fingers, but that's all.
So she sits here, collared and shackled, naked but for her restraints, and waits for whatever hell is to come.
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Date: 2020-07-05 01:10 am (UTC)That had been Levin's logic, along with a general air of laziness and lack of concern. Amalie is cute, to be sure, and he's intending to keep her for a long while. But if she escapes... eh. It's not like her village is the last one they'll conquer.
Still, what a catch! Levin takes the time to do all his important commander tasks, eat, and wash up before he returns to the tent, but he's bubbling with anticipation at the thought of finally taking her. He considers having one of the servants drug her first but...
Well, he wouldn't be taking slaves like this if he wasn't a sadist.
He enters the tend looking quite different from how they have first met; on foot, no armor, his helmet gone and his hair partially pulled back into a careless ponytail. He's quite handsome by most standards, still in the prime of his life and moving with confidence as he approaches. He lets out a thoughtful hum as he steps closer, reaching out to grab her chin and tilt her head back.
"I was right," he says after a moment, voice smooth but cheery. "You're as lovely as I thought you be, now that you're cleaned up."
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Date: 2020-07-05 01:49 am (UTC)She's sitting on the grass at this point, not far from the bedroll, her legs tucked under her. When the tent flap opens, she holds her forearms to her chest, being unable to cross her arms to fully hide her small breasts.
There's no denying that the man who walks through the door is handsome, startlingly so, actually, but Amalie is practically trembling in fear; there's no time or brain power for her to admire pretty men. "Why are you doing this?" she asks, instead. "I never did anything to you... our village was peaceful."
Her tone turns pleading. "Please, won't you reconsider?"
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Date: 2020-07-05 02:07 am (UTC)"I won't!" He releases Amalie's chin and straightens back up. "Besides, if I let you go, I'd have to go all the way back to your village and pick a different girl. You really want that on your conscience?"
He's guessing the answer is a firm no... and if it isn't, that just opens up opportunities for new games.
"So get on the bed... uh..." Huh. "What's your name, anyway?" He should probably figure that out first.
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Date: 2020-07-05 02:17 am (UTC)And he's right. If not her, it'll be someone else, right? Her gaze turns downward. "No..." she admits. "...and I'm Amalie.
She shifts, not quite onto the bedroll, but more just in place. She's not going to be that compliant yet. And then she looks up. "Ah-!" she gasps. "What about the others you took? Are they okay? Will you let them go?"
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Date: 2020-07-05 02:32 am (UTC)Everyone needs their share. And as for him, he frowns a little at the way Amalie only half complies with his order.
"On the bedroll properly." He offers her another smile. "Though you can stay kneeling for now, 'kay?"
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Date: 2020-07-05 02:47 am (UTC)She looks back up at him, trying not to. "Why should I?" she asks, her voice soft. "It's not like you'll let me go if I do what you want."
She's trapped now. Shall she just follow his orders?
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Date: 2020-07-05 02:52 am (UTC)With a smile on his face, Levin reaches out to seize a handful of Amalie's hair, giving her a sharp yank to pull her off balance. Once he has he gives her a shove instead, rough enough to (hopefully) send her sprawling against the bedroll. He goes down after her, reaching out again to press a hand against her shoulder and try to shove her face-down against the blanket.
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Date: 2020-07-05 03:02 am (UTC)She yelps as her blonde hair is grabbed and pulled, pain shooting through her scalp as she's practically lifted off the ground by it. His shove is fierce and brutal, and it sends her to fall on her side against the bedroll, almost to the far end of how long the chain leashing her to the pole can reach.
She's a slender girl, and he's a trained soldier with leverage. It doesn't take much for him to pin her, face down. "Let... let me go!" she protests, pleading, but she knows it's pointless.
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Date: 2020-07-05 03:24 am (UTC)"This is 'why'." He digs his fingers into her hips for emphasis. "You could have gotten away with just sucking me off for tonight. Instead I'm gonna fuck you until you until you scream, and then keep going until your voice gives out." He tries to keep himself calm, but there's something undeniably giddy in his voice. "Then I'm gonna switch holes and do it all over again."
Well, hopefully. She might be good enough to wear his stamina out early... but that's its own bonus, as far as he's concerned.
"You ready, Amalie?"
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Date: 2020-07-05 03:30 am (UTC)Amalie trembles. Tears well up in her eyes, as this feels real and nauseating and horrible and it's going to happen. She's a prisoner. She can't fight it.
She struggles, but it's weak and half-hearted, as she shakes in fear. "No... please..." she begs. "I'm sorry, I'll do what you want, just please don't do that..."
Her skinny body shakes with a sob.
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Date: 2020-07-05 03:47 am (UTC)"Nuh-uh, it's too late for you to try to bargain. This is a punishment, now." He removes one hand from her hips and wraps it around the shaft of his cock. "But if you're very good, I might decide I'm happy with just your pussy tonight. Deal?"
Granted, she has to take whatever he offers her, deals or otherwise. Because of that he doesn't wait for a response; he lines the thick head of his cock up and starts to press forward, already enjoying the way she shivers against him. He can't wait to feel what that's like when he's inside.
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Date: 2020-07-10 02:43 am (UTC)She tries to push back against him, but she's got no leverage, she's got no strength to get him away from her. There's nothing she can do to stop him from claiming her.
"Please," she says through hiccuping sobs. "Please, don't... I never did anything to you..."