The Barbarian's Pet

by Loki Renard

  “When you are my pet, I will have you dance for me,” he purred. “Naked, just as you are now. You will please me in every fashion. I will use your body for my pleasure and make you quake with the force of your own…”

  He was trying to distract her and unnerve her. He seemed to have forgotten that she was a simple girl in the presence of a king and his warriors. She was as unnerved as she ever had been. His words only served to inflame her resolve, to send heat coursing through her body as she vowed that such things would never come to pass.

  Suddenly, Griffen reached for her with his left hand. Sariah’s blade flashed toward him, but it was a feint. His right hand came around the other side, just barely visible in her peripheral vision. She felt his fingers grazing her arm and pulled back, throwing herself off balance. She tumbled backwards, her momentum making her roll right over her head and up onto her feet.

  “Graceful,” he noted. “You will make a lovely dancer, pet.”

  It was impossible to ignore the fact that Griffen was excited. His cock was growing with every successive little skirmish. She could see a light in his eyes, a hunger that could only be sated by female flesh. Hers.

  Sariah gripped the knife tighter.

  Griffen’s men were stamping their feet and clapping their hands, thrilled with the entertainment. They were brutes, the lot of them but Sariah could pay them no mind. This was no mere display to her. This was a chance for freedom.

  “Look how serious you have become,” Griffen smiled, his teeth flashing. “I think my little pet is beginning to enjoy herself.”

  He was wrong. There was no enjoyment. The pounding of her heart, the rushing of blood through her veins, the tingling in every extremity, they meant nothing.

  Griffen stopped circling and stood still, watching her with a handsome smirk on his arrogant face. “I will enjoy spearing you,” he said in crude reference to the sex act. “Are you a virgin, Sariah? I think you are. There is an innocence even in your fury.”

  He was wasting his breath. She was not interested in his taunts. The pulsing between her legs was likely a response to stress, not to the fact that the powerful king’s cock had reached an extraordinary length and was pressed hard against his body. Her eyes were drawn there, to the thick rod trammeled with veins and moving almost of its own accord at times, pulsing with his motions.

  The swift shadow of his arm made her realize that he was making another attempt to capture her. This time there was no time to swing her blade; she turned and ran around the fire, escaping with a burst of speed that barely saved her skin. Had Griffen truly given chase he could have overhauled her in an instant. Instead he watched her bouncing buttocks as she ran and shared the amusement of his men.

  “Distracted by my cock, weren’t you, Sariah?” Griffen grinned broadly. “The virgin cannot resist her curiosity. Do not worry, pet, you will taste this soon. I will slide myself down your throat and you will swallow every drop of my seed.”

  Sariah’s face twisted and blushed at the same time. His promises were vile, but she could not deny that her breath came a little shorter when he spoke, and she was certain that she had almost been captured because she was distracted by his manhood.

  Her mind was becoming clouded by his threats and taunts, she was losing her nerve and she was also beginning to tire. Sariah was no seasoned warrior. The arm that held the dagger was already beginning to feel the strain of its weight. If she was going to act, she would have to act immediately or forever surrender to the barbarian king.

  “Come, Sariah, go to your hands and knees and present your cunt to me,” Griffen said, his voice a low erotic purr that made some part of her unknown to her virgin mind resonate with excitement. “Your thighs already glisten with your need.”

  Sariah looked down and saw that he was right. Her inner thighs were gleaming with moisture running from the chalice between her legs. Confused by her response to the king, Sariah was frozen in place. Was she truly aroused? Was this how it felt to want a man?

  “You will make the perfect pet,” he continued. “Once you are tamed and trained, you will be the envy of any concubine in the land.”

  Concubine. That’s what he wanted to make her. A whore to be used as he saw fit. She would rather die than have that be her fate.

  Rebellion blazed in Sariah, made her feet move swiftly across the ground. She would spill his blood, claim her victory, and take his gold.

  Griffen stood still, the broad expanse of his body bared to her, every part of him vulnerable to the knife. She took his stillness for surprise at the ferocity of her attack, which happened so swiftly that there was barely time to blink before she was upon him, the blade a fraction of a hair away from making contact with his skin for a second time. Somehow he turned at the last moment and her momentum carried her past him, the knife cutting nothing but air.

  Before Sariah could recover, a hard, heavy hand clamped down on the back of her neck, another on her wrist, squeezing until she let the knife go. She resisted with all the strength she had, but it was not enough. She was caught.

  She let out a cry of dismay and lashed out with everything she had, her teeth catching the hand on her wrist in a harsh bite, which drew copper-tasting blood. She heard his breath hissing between his teeth, and the grip on the back of her neck tightening as he pulled her up to look her in the eye.

  “Our wager is over,” Griffen said calmly. “You will not ever take an aggressive action against me again. If you do, you will be whipped for it, do you understand me, Sariah?”

  “I would take a thousand whippings to be free of you,” she spat boldly. Adrenaline was pumping through her body, fear making her bolder than she had been. Even if all was lost, she would not quietly bow her head and accept fate.

  His white teeth flashed inches from her face. “Is it the thought of a thousand whippings making you drench yourself?”

  He ran his fingers between her legs, scooping wetness that trickled down his fingers as he held them up to show her, and everyone else.

  “You are as wet and willing as a bride on her wedding night,” Griffen said triumphantly. “Will you admit that and submit to my will with grace? Or will you force me to take a rougher path?”

  Sariah’s eyes blazed at him. “I will never submit to you.”

  She wished she could have meant those words in every part of her, but Griffen was right. Her lower lips were tingling where his fingers had brushed their abrupt path. She wanted him to touch her again. She wanted to know how the thick length of his devastatingly erect cock felt between her thighs.

  Sariah’s greatest secret was that her virginity was a burden she no longer wished to carry, but virtue was valued above all and Sariah had never been one to dishonor her family. With her heart pounding, blood rushing, her wetness making the tight passage of her pussy all the more alluring, some wanton part of her wanted to thrust forward in his grasp and have Griffen bury his cock inside her.

  “Oh, you will submit,” Griffen laughed. “You have no choice in that matter.”

  * * *

  She was his. Every part of her beautiful trembling body was his to command. Had been from the moment he laid eyes on her, but now she knew it too.

  “Ravage her!”

  The cry went up around the men. Griffen would have loved nothing more than to throw Sariah down and plunge his sword into her tight little cunt, but he had no intention of taking her roughly, not at first. Far too many slaves were ruined by overeager masters who made coupling something to be afraid of. Sariah’s natural instincts were strong and her body reacted to his slightest touch. He had no doubt that she could become sexually eager if she were introduced with passion tempered with patience.

  That did not mean she would escape without any demonstration of her sexual submission. His men needed to see that the woman who had killed several of their number was bought to heel, punished for her crimes. He could not be seen to be weak in his handling of her.

  “Bring
me a riding crop,” he called out. “We will break this fine filly now.”

  Sariah’s eyes widened, her caramel gaze filling with fear. Griffen felt his resolve weaken. Beating her for trying to escape wasn’t fair. The fact that lives had been lost spoke more to the incompetence of the men involved than any fault on her part.

  The crop was handed to him. He kept it in hand while pushing her to her knees before him, her quivering lips less than an inch from the length of his cock.

  “Show your contrition and submission,” he growled down at her, his hand firmly locked in her hair. “Suck me.”

  She opened her mouth, perhaps to argue. He didn’t give her the chance. He thrust his cock into her mouth, a bold gesture given she had just bitten him. Griffen saw a flash of fire in her eyes. He lifted the crop warningly and raised a brow at her. An unspoken conversation was taking place between them. If she dared bite him, there would be no more mercy.

  In that moment, he was showing more than mastery. In a way, he was showing trust. With his flesh between her teeth, he was vulnerable. If she hated him enough, she could inflict a severe injury. To do so would be to invite a punishment beyond punishment, but Sariah had already shown that she was not bound by the usual rules of feminine resistance.

  The moment passed and she did not bite. She accepted his cock. A roar of applause went up around the men as Sariah’s lips were stretched, Griffen’s hand twisting in her hair as he held her in place and began fucking her mouth.

  She gasped and gargled as that thick rod plunged between her lips over and over and over again, long punishing thrusts clearly designed to stake his claim and show his men that the woman who had cost them one of their number was being as thoroughly broken as any wild filly.

  Griffen’s grip was powerful, his hand controlling her head and with her head, the rest of her body too. His cock controlled her breath, sliding so deep into her mouth that for very brief moments she found air hard to gasp.

  All the while he locked eyes with her, his will imposed on her with every thrust of his hips. He fancied he could feel her start to respond, her lips closing around his cock, her tongue making willing contact with the underside of his rod. He almost doubted his senses; if this girl was anything, it was rebellious.

  He pulled his cock out until just the tip of it rested on her tongue, noting that she did not try to pull away. She kept her mouth in place, her tongue lapping gently, perhaps involuntarily at the underside of his head.

  “Show me what you have learned, Sariah,” he said, giving her the opportunity to control the situation a little. If she was smart, she would obey him. That would impress the men and ensure that he did not have to use the crop too harshly.

  Instead of obediently sucking his cock, she resisted silently. Showing a little more mercy than was perhaps wise, Griffen brought the crop down lightly against her exposed rear. The kneeling position made her buttocks arch out alluringly, twin rounds bared to his discipline. The end of the crop tapped her left buttock, leaving a pink mark in its wake. When she did not immediately obey him, he landed a second strike on the right buttock. This time a bright red welt sprang up almost immediately on her soft skin.

  With his pet squirming before him, her lips still wrapped around his cock so her every whimper bought him a jolt of pleasure, Griffen lowered his voice so only she could hear him. “I could beat you, Sariah, I could make you writhe in pain for the amusement of my men, and then make you pleasure me with your mouth. Or you could be a good girl and do as you’re told now. The choice is yours. They will enjoy the show whichever way it unfolds.”

  She gave him a look of bitter resentment, not realizing mercy when she received it. That was the way of wild things. She would be grateful upon reflection. In the moment, hot pride and burning embarrassment made that emotion impossible.

  Griffen struck her left buttock again, snapping his wrist to make the leather crack against her skin with a wicked heat. “If I have to give you one more of those, I will give you a dozen,” he warned, wondering internally why he was being quite so gentle with her. She had earned herself a thorough thrashing, but instead of whipping her into submission, he instead found himself cajoling the beautiful young woman into obedience.

  The extra trouble was worth his while. Griffen felt her tongue flex at the warning, running over the underside of his cock with a tentative touch that sent a bolt of excitement flashing through him. Her mouth was a delight, soft and tender and the motions of her tongue, although initially reluctant, soon became extremely pleasurable as she gave way to a deeper feminine instinct that knew nothing of disobedience.

  Sariah began to suckle at his cock, powerful instinct taking over as she pleasured the man who had bested her and drawn out the inner wanton wildcat whose lust had long been denied.

  Griffen threw back his head and uttered a primal masculine groan, his fingers loosening their grip for a moment, then clasping her hair again as he began to almost knead her scalp, drawing her closer then letting her go. He could feel his cum roiling in his balls, the desire to spend himself down her throat overriding everything else.

  Sariah seemed to be as caught up in the moment as he was. Her hips were swaying, pink-marked bottom wiggling this way and that as she slid her mouth all the way down his shaft and took him as deep as she could. Impressed by her obedience, Griffen murmured praise, his voice strained with the climax that was bearing down on him like a charging stallion.

  He looked down into her eyes, her ruby lips wrapped so tightly around his thick shaft, her cheeks hollowed with the suckling motions she was making and for a moment, he forgot that this woman was his prisoner. For a brief second of pure ecstasy, she was elementally female, as free and as wild as any creature on the plains. Her eager cock suckling brought his seed forth, rushing up the length of his shaft as he let out a loud growling yell of triumph. His thick seed coated her tongue and slid down her throat. There was no choice whether or not to swallow as Griffen pressed his cock to the back of Sariah’s tongue and ensured several spurts made their way down into her belly.

  The pleasure was much greater than that he usually felt from orgasm. There was a rush of conquest, but something more too, a tenderness he could not quite understand. She was so beautiful there at his feet, his cum still glistening on her lips, her eyes soft and somewhat bewildered.

  Griffen reached down, hauled her up against his chest and kissed her deeply, his tongue snaking into her mouth, sharing the aftertaste of his seed.

  “Perfect,” he said, locking eyes with her as she arched against his naked body, her curves fitting the planes of his body as if they had been sculpted for that very purpose. “Utterly perfect.”

  * * *

  In spite of the fact she had lost her home, her freedom, and her pride, Sariah glowed at his compliment. Some kind of fever had taken hold of her when his cock met her tongue. Her blood had been hot from battle and Griffen’s conquering act had been more pleasurable than she had anticipated. Though she was blushing from submission and defeat, she was also deeply aroused.

  While the men cheered their king, Griffen scooped her up in his arms and carried her back to the privacy of the royal tent, a well-appointed dwelling with three interior rooms. She was taken to the rear portion where a large bed had been assembled and lined with a great many furs. Used to sleeping rough with nothing but a cloak and perhaps soft grass to rest her head upon, Sariah was pleasantly surprised by just how soft the bed was to land on as the king tossed her upon it, her welted bottom meeting the soft fur.

  Griffen followed her onto the bed, his large body covering her own, his muscled thigh parting her legs. For a panicked moment she thought he was going to thrust his cock inside her, but it was his fingers that slid between her wet pussy lips, her juices easing the passage of those two digits as he sank them up to the second knuckle before encountering the barrier of her hymen.

  “I thought so,” he said, stilling his fingers. “You are a virgin. Untouched.”
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br />   She had been untouched before, but she was no longer certain that term applied. Griffen might not have fucked her, but she could still taste his cum in her mouth and every part of her body seemed to bear some residual sensation of his hands.

  Sariah looked up at him, uncertain as to what he intended to do with her. His cock was as hard as it had been when she sucked him, perhaps harder. She looked down to see the great length pressing against her stomach, seeming impossibly long. There was no human way that rod could fit inside the tight crevice between her thighs.

  “You’re trembling,” he said, running the fingers of his other hand through her hair. “Don’t worry, Sariah. I am not a cruel man.”

  His fingers were still inside her and she could feel the walls of her vagina clenching around them, testing the feeling of what it was to be filled even a little. To her surprise, there was no pain. Her lips easily stretched around his fingers, her juices slicking them so that the heat and hardness slid easily inside her. Slowly, Griffen began pulsing his fingers back and forth inside her, then suddenly he twisted his hand slightly and let his thumb brush against her clit.

  “Oh!” Sariah let out a moan of pleasure and surprise as a tingle of excitement fizzed at the little nub and quickly rippled through her loins.

  Griffen’s smile was rakish and handsome. “It feels good, doesn’t it, Sariah. This is what you were made for, pet. You do not yet know what your body is capable of doing and taking and feeling, but I will show you all that and more.” He pressed his thumb down over the bud of her clit and Sariah found herself almost immediately out of breath, her head spinning as her hips moved instinctively against his hand in a grinding motion.

  “Good girl,” Griffen praised softly, his voice a low erotic purr. “Make yourself come, Sariah, take your pleasure on my fingers.”