A thin squeal below caught her attention and she saw several of the rather large beasties standing on the others backs trying to get to her and in an involuntary response, her body instantly quaked with internal shudders as her throat, sore from screaming all night, again attempted to wake Jack with its muffled wail, but without success. Inadvertently her eyes drifted to the open collar Jack had lain on the small table next to the cage. She could not miss seeing it, as it gleamed softly in the glow from the corner fire that had been lit before they even entered his rooms, obviously by a servant. Even if she wanted to submit now there was no way to communicate that to her captor. She shuddered again while praying to the gods that he would wake soon with the morning light and let her out.
Her arms had long ago gone numb. At first they grew tired, and then burned with an intense fire from her weight being suspended. Then they blissfully turned into a dull numbing ache after some time. Now, she worried they might be permanently damaged and cursed Jack with renewed vigor as she marshaled her strength, conserving it against a time when her legs might again drop downward of their own volition. Never in her worst nightmares did she think she would be in this predicament. This was insane and the cruelty of this man sent renewed shudders through her body. She was nothing to him, simply possible property and a toy meant to be used for his pleasure. Her head hung in shame as she continued to think about her situation.
With a will of their own, her eyes traveled once again to the softly gleaming collar and suddenly its weight around her neck did not seem like such a bad idea. Then she shook herself while cursing against the gag still in her mouth and berated herself for that form of thinking. Ivy told herself, she would not give in, she would not! However, that thought of resistance was beginning to seem foreign as her body's exhaustion threatened to overwhelm her mind and spirit. She shuddered again and the tremors refused to stop. Wild terror filled her eyes as she saw her feet starting to slip from the rope and in moments, she knew they would hit the floor. Once again, she wailed inwardly and outwardly as she knew this was the end. Jack would not wake, probably for some time and there was no doubt in her mind that her body no longer possessed the strength to lift her legs again. Slowly they dipped towards the rats and her eyes gleamed wide with terror.
Suddenly, she felt her body jerked sideways and a strong hand gripped her by the wrists as a gleaming shaft of steel flew past her face to severe the rope tied to the bars. Then a moan of pain burst forth as her body slammed into the opening of the small cell door set high in the side. Weeping, she felt the sharp metal bite into her skin as it tore while being dragged through, an act that made fresh tears burst forth from her eyes. With eyes almost closed with pain and a mind nearly delusional from her ordeal, through eyes half lidded from exhaustion she saw Jack looking down at her in concern as he cradled her in his arms after pulling her to safety, his long sword having falling into the cage when he dropped it to pull her out.
Like staring into a glorious sunrise, she suddenly saw Jack in a new light. Gone were the thoughts she had earlier and in their place was intense gratitude for this hero who had saved her from either maiming or death, by rat. A large part of her wanted to curl up around him and see to his every need as any slave would. Then shock at the direction of her thoughts, made her shake herself hard and her own expression turned to one of haughty disdain for the warrior who held her captive. Her mind and emotions had betrayed her in that moment of despair and she hated herself for it. Once, pressed against him tightly, seeking safety and comfort, now her body turned stiff as she squirmed trying to get out of his arms. As she did the look of concern disappeared from Jack's face and its usual cold, hard look of icy superiority resurfaced, that of the typical arrogant warrior.
But, for a few brief moments, Ivy felt she'd won the battle that was raging between them. There was no mistaking that look of worry on his face, and she suspected then that she might have a tiny bit of power over him. The bastard did care about her and even though he tried not to let it show but in that one brief instant she simply knew. Not that it would do her any good for she had seen him kill slaves before for striking the free and had no compunction to do so again for any reason. She also knew that Jack was considered wealthy as were most experienced warriors of rank and that he had no problem paying compensation to a dead slave's owner if his temper grew out of control. Suddenly she was falling as Jack's strong muscular arms dropped her to the floor when he stood back from her.
"Well Ivy, are you ready to submit?" Jack asked, after the scream from her tortured limbs and body hitting the hard surface of the wooden plank floor, forced it from her lips. Wildly, she shook her head 'No', causing an answering nod from Jack. "Oh you will, it's only a matter of time and we have four hours before we see the courts," he smirked at her as he gripped her by the upper arm and tossed her down before the bed.
Another muffled scream erupted from her parched and aching throat as she lay there weeping silently. Her arms were useless, the circulation only now just starting to return and with it an incredible burning sensation. It would be some time before she had their use back and inwardly she fumed at how ravaged her body was. Her back, hips and thighs also ached from holding her body in an upward curled position and she knew walking would be difficult, if not impossible. Now she lay in a partial fetal position as she felt Jack crouch beside her and moments later, he loosened her gag of leather tunic and pulled it from her mouth.
"arlllo," she gasped. She had tried to tell Jack to let her go but her throat was too dry and all that emerged were unintelligible sounds. Then her head, jerked up by the hair was laid over what had to be Jack's knee as the nipple end of a water skin thrust into her mouth. Greedily, she sucked on the warm but fresh water within and all but passed out at the pleasure something that simple provided her. For long moments she simply savored fluids in her throat, then as the skin pulled away she managed to gasp, "Thank you."
"You see, I'm not such a bad guy after all," mocked Jack, as he picked her up and laid her on the furs covering his bed. Laying there in their soft, thick, luxurious warmth, warm from his body that had recently occupied them, she noticed two things. The first was that he was in his nightclothes, just a simple brief under tunic that wrapped around his waist. The second thing she noticed was that his manhood was already half hard, if not more, it's bulbous head poking out the bottom of the cloth and tenting it upward. She groaned as she stared at his thick member and shuddered seeing just how large it actually was. In a remote way, she wondered how something that huge had managed to fit inside her tiny body. It was then, as she pried her eyes from his cock traveling upward over his bare muscular chest that their eyes finally met and she saw the huge grin on Jack's face. Inwardly she moaned helplessly, knowing what he was thinking and weakly shook her head in a negative way.
"No," she croaked.
"Yes," he said in reply, and with a deft movement pulled the underclothes from his body. She gasped and tried to shrink away but her body was too sore and still unresponsive to do more than wiggle slightly. "If it's one thing I really like, its morning sex. Get used to it Ivy for today you will wear my collar," he finished as he crouched over her.
"Please, no," her voice was tiny and weak, as she shook her head back and forth as hard as she could. She could feel his body heat, sense his desire, and shuddered as she felt the length of his cock slide along her inner thigh when he forcefully parted her legs. Was he really going to use her again so soon? She wondered these thoughts as her breathing increased when she started to panic. The head of his manhood was already at the entrance of her womb, pressing inward slightly and causing a groan to erupt from her. She was still sore from the night before, very sore and most definitely did not want that monstrous thing inside her just then.
Her eyes widened, as he didn't respond but instead raised his right hand to spit into it then rub it over the head and shaft of his cock. Tears came to her eyes again as she steeled herself for the incredible pain she knew would shortly follow tha
t action. Oh, how she hated him now. Jack was a dead man as soon as she broke free and got her strength back, she vowed. At the same time she could not help remembering her relief and gratitude when he had saved her at the last minute from the rats. She felt him shift his body and closed her eyes tightly for what was to happen within seconds.
Ivy heard Jack grunt, and then felt his now hard cock sliding into her pain-wracked body. In surprise, she noticed the pain was not as intense as before although it was still present. She gasped and her fingers twitched as she lay beneath his great weight but her arms were still useless and all she could do was lie there as his body pounded against hers, his penis impaling her. She gasped again, her eyes flying open as she felt his hands on her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples and twisting them. He was supporting himself by his elbows, a position he seemed comfortable with, she noticed and she groaned as his head descended to take her left nipple in his mouth, sucking on it hard. That lasted only a moment before she felt him bite down on that sensitive bit of flesh, not hard, but firm and tug on it sharply.
Once again, those incredible sensations erupted in her body and involuntarily she started to move her hips in tandem with his, meeting his thrusts as her head rolled backward on the furs and her chest thrust itself upward. Her body was once again in a state of betrayal and responding to this evil man. Silent tears leaked from the corners of her eyes to trickle down her cheeks. She wanted to stop her own movements, but could not. He was too powerful, too much of a man and again she felt herself building towards an orgasm against her own will. She tilted her head upward again and groaned when she saw the grin of delight on his face and knew that he knew she was responding to his ministrations.
"That's it my little cunt, you like that don't you. I want you to cum for me," he said after releasing her nipple, his teeth flashing white in the dim light. He continued to fuck her like a dog gone mad, his hips and thighs slamming into hers and causing her to gasp in both pain and pleasure as she drifted into an almost dreamlike state of pleasure. Then she heard his voice again.
"Now come for me, little Ivy," he ordered as his teeth clamped down hard on her other nipple, tugging it outward and tonguing the end as he gripped it tightly in his teeth.
For a moment, her body had cried out to continue when he stopped sucking on her tender pink nipple and then when he re-fastened his mouth and teeth on the right it was too much for her to handle. Then Ivy heard his command and with a tiny shriek she came uncontrollably, her body spasming under him as he pounded even harder into her. She did not know if it was the sound of his strong voice or his teeth tugging on her sensitive nipple or his cock filling her pussy, or a combination of all three. However, she orgasmed hard, her head jerking up and down as her body shook in the throes of pleasure. She couldn't help crying out at the sheer joy of the feeling as her legs instinctively curled around his thighs holding him in place as she continued to convulse against him.
Then she felt him jerk over her and inside her tiny cunt she felt his cock spasm and her eyes widened again as that same gush of fiery hot cum splashed up inside her tight pussy. The sensation was incredible, especially as his teeth clamped down even harder on her nipple while he groaned loudly above her. Without any warning she was cumming again and wave after wave of sheer pleasure rolled through her body. She flopped like a fish out of water under him as his cock continued to spew its contents into her womb. She could feel his hot seed squirting out and running down her thighs, a sensation that excited her even further as she gave in fully to her body's desire for pleasure. She did not know how long the incredible sensations lasted, only that when they were over she lay spent under him, her body exhausted.
"You're such a good girl, my little Ivy. You take to my cock well. I would say it's a perfect fit wouldn't you?" he asked, his breath warm against her right ear as his lips moved over her cheek and neck. She did not respond. She could not. She was too exhausted, too hurt, yet also too satiated to move. She simply lay there under him, her body enjoying the weight of his pressing her down. A soft smile curled on her lips as she fell into a dreamless slumber.
*****
"Sir, we may have found our natural born leader, as you call that type of persona," said Andros, as his quick pace brought him into the boardroom and the side of Henricus. Andros scurried everywhere and Henricus would swear his first officer was part rat as the man was always able to ferret out information where there was little to be gleaned.
"Okay, who have you found?"
"His name is Jack, son of Reimus and Commander of the Guard in a smallish city called Ashton, population approximately thirty thousand. Their guard has a combined strength of nearly twelve hundred but what makes him unique is that he is very well loved and respected in his own city and by at least twelve of their closest neighbors, which are also allies. He is well respected as I said and of superior breeding stock and arguably the best swordsman on the planet. He does have a penchant for not caring about his life during a fight which in their latest battle had detrimental effects, but he pulled through with flying colors."
"Is he unstable?"
"Far from it, Sir. He simply goes into battle mode and forgets about his own safety as he strives to protect those around him, while usually battling four of the enemy. The only other aspect I could tell you at this time is that his men love him and any of them would gladly die for him or follow him through the gates of hell. As I said, he is extremely well liked."
"Well rushing into battle is not altogether an unwelcome trait but I would hate to invest time in him and have him die on us through sheer exuberance. The respect and well liked part I approve of."
"Not a problem, Sir. I can have a nearby drone slip a few thoughts of self-preservation within his head. Not too much, simply a light hand at the controls, so to speak. I would like permission to make the necessary modifications to his psych and to implant the idea of gathering their allies together and conquering the Turnin, which are the largest group on this continent all the other city states being roughly Ashton's size or slightly larger. After that, we can plant other seeds of the thought of unifying the planet."
"Make it so," said Henricus, as he turned away and went back to his reports. At his side, Andros smiled and left quickly.
*****
Chapter 5:
Jack smirked triumphantly as Ivy fell asleep with his cock still deep inside her almost childlike body. However, although tiny she was in size, Ivy had just shone more passion in those thirty minutes of sex than many women much older than she managed, in two hours or more. He was well pleased with her progress thus far and knew that this one, properly trained, would be worth keeping. That the civil courts would rule in his favor, he had little doubt. She had been convicted of theft before and it was only by luck that she had not been branded previously nor had her ears notched. However, that would not keep her neck out of the collar this time he knew as she was a repeat offender and the law was quite clear on that.
Softly he caressed her large left breast as he shifted over on his left side, a move that elicited a half moan from the sleeping girl and caused the nipple to begin to harden after temporarily going somewhat soft. He was gratified that his ploy with the rats was successful. What Ivy did not know, and he had no intention of telling her was that he had been awake all night pretending to be asleep. He knew that if she had lowered her legs through exhaustion he would have rescued her before she received more than a nip or two. Still the strength in her small body was amazing. She had survived the entire night suspended, a feat no other had been able to perform.
He sighed and slowly pulled his almost limp cock from her body, then rolling off the female thief. He quickly washed in a nearby basin, dressed before donning the gauntlets, and fished out the rats one at a time until they were all back in their cage. He then picked up his sword and laid it on the table for sharpening later that morning. For doing a good job, he dumped a large bag of beef jerky into the animal's cage before sliding it back in the small stor
age room. The last thing he did was to slide a pan of water into their cage for drinking purposes and then seeing the feces and splatters of urine on the boards he wrinkled his nose at the odor and made a mental note to get one of the warrior compound slaves to clean up the mess this morning after they left. He still had two bells left before his self-imposed appointment with the courts offices and decided to sharpen his weapons while he let the girl sleep for now.
A bell and a half later saw a sharper edge on his sword and knife and a new buff to his shield. The lazy compound slaves never polished armor or shields properly and Jack preferred his to have a high shine. That worked to his advantage in the sunlight and if he needed to attack at night he would use his second set of armor, the one he'd had painted black with only his coat of arms blazoned across the breast plate and shield. It was time to wake the girl up he knew. As he looked over at her, he grinned, as she had a soft smile on her face, and was rubbing herself lightly across her breasts with one hand. Yes, this was a hot one and although he knew she was no virgin, it was obvious that she rarely experienced sex as that pussy on her was so tight he suspected cobwebs had covered it. At least he wasn't getting a well used piece of flesh. Now all he had to do was break her completely, but it was something he had done hundreds if not thousands of times with new recruits so he simply remained unworried and instead looked forward to the experience.
"Come little thief, time to wake up and face the Courts," he rumbled in his deep voice as he shook her awake after tying her wrists back together. He then fastened a rope collar and leash around her neck, while at her feet he bound her ankles together allowing her a span of one foot of loose rope between them. She could shuffle and would but she would never be able to run without someone cutting her loose which was not about to happen. As she sat up while waking slowly, he handed her the uncorked bota, this one containing mead instead of water.
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