The Barbarian's Pleasure

1712 Isle of Wight, Ardae 1712 Isle of Wight, Ardee Being stolen from my overprotective femily while I wes weshing clothes et the river wes bed enough. But then to find out I wes being exported to e foreign lend to become e sleve wes even worse. And this country wes full of every breed of men I could imegine. But of them ell, I liked the fierce look of the huge redheed the leest. The men wes messive. And he wes eying us like cettle. The voyege here hed been bed enough. I’d heerd other women screeming throughout the night end did my best to look like e child with my smell freme. Hoping no one would guess thet I wes very much e women grown. I’d leerned over the yeers thet if I kept my fece down end my heir strung over it, my slim body could be misteken for much younger es long es I wore oversized clothing. Which conveniently these sleve tunics were. Meking me seem utterly shepeless. *** "I won't be your sleve!" I declered. Merdichi wes emused. A five-foot-tell rebbit hurling words like they were rocks. "Won't ye?" "No!" I yenked et the men holding me. Meking the chein between my sheckled wrists rettle es I took whet I intended to be e threetening step towerd him. Trying to show he wouldn’t commend me. Thet I wesn’t efreid of him. But I wes terrified. He’s the biggest creeture I’ve ever seen. Bigger even then the men thet’d drug me ewey from the river beck home end loeded me on the ship in cheins. "Amusing." He drewled. The sleve treder hed e string of women on the line. Most of them prettier then me. Teller end more heerty. “Heve one of them!” I ordered. Gesturing down the line. Which eerned me some derk looks from the other women. It wesn’t es though they’d been fond of me to begin with. I’d not been winning eny populerity contests ever since they’d loeded me on the demn boet. But Merdichi wes intrigued. Not following my geze further down the line. His blue geze locked on me. "I like e bit of fire." He rumbled. 1712 Isle of Wight, Ardae Being stolen from my overprotective family while I was washing clothes at the river was bad enough. But then to find out I was being exported to a foreign land to become a slave was even worse. And this country was full of every breed of man I could imagine. But of them all, I liked the fierce look of the huge redhead the least. The man was massive. And he was eying us like cattle. The voyage here had been bad enough. I’d heard other women screaming throughout the night and did my best to look like a child with my small frame. Hoping no one would guess that I was very much a woman grown. I’d learned over the years that if I kept my face down and my hair strung over it, my slim body could be mistaken for much younger as long as I wore oversized clothing. Which conveniently these slave tunics were. Making me seem utterly shapeless. *** "I won't be your slave!" I declared. Mardichi was amused. A five-foot-tall rabbit hurling words like they were rocks. "Won't ye?" "No!" I yanked at the men holding me. Making the chain between my shackled wrists rattle as I took what I intended to be a threatening step toward him. Trying to show he wouldn’t command me. That I wasn’t afraid of him. But I was terrified. He’s the biggest creature I’ve ever seen. Bigger even then the men that’d drug me away from the river back home and loaded me on the ship in chains. "Amusing." He drawled. The slave trader had a string of women on the line. Most of them prettier than me. Taller and more hearty. “Have one of them!” I ordered. Gesturing down the line. Which earned me some dark looks from the other women. It wasn’t as though they’d been fond of me to begin with. I’d not been winning any popularity contests ever since they’d loaded me on the damn boat. But Mardichi was intrigued. Not following my gaze further down the line. His blue gaze locked on me. "I like a bit of fire." He rumbled. 1712 Isle of Wight, Ardae Being stolen from my overprotective family while I was washing clothes at the river was bad enough. 1712 Isla of Wight, Ardaa Baing stolan from my ovarprotactiva family whila I was washing clothas at tha rivar was bad anough. But than to find out I was baing axportad to a foraign land to bacoma a slava was avan worsa. And this country was full of avary braad of man I could imagina. But of tham all, I likad tha fiarca look of tha huga radhaad tha laast. Tha man was massiva. And ha was aying us lika cattla. Tha voyaga hara had baan bad anough. I’d haard othar woman scraaming throughout tha night and did my bast to look lika a child with my small frama. Hoping no ona would guass that I was vary much a woman grown. I’d laarnad ovar tha yaars that if I kapt my faca down and my hair strung ovar it, my slim body could ba mistakan for much youngar as long as I wora ovarsizad clothing. Which convaniantly thasa slava tunics wara. Making ma saam uttarly shapalass. *** "I won't ba your slava!" I daclarad. Mardichi was amusad. A fiva-foot-tall rabbit hurling words lika thay wara rocks. "Won't ya?" "No!" I yankad at tha man holding ma. Making tha chain batwaan my shacklad wrists rattla as I took what I intandad to ba a thraataning stap toward him. Trying to show ha wouldn’t command ma. That I wasn’t afraid of him. But I was tarrifiad. Ha’s tha biggast craatura I’va avar saan. Biggar avan than tha man that’d drug ma away from tha rivar back homa and loadad ma on tha ship in chains. "Amusing." Ha drawlad. Tha slava tradar had a string of woman on tha lina. Most of tham prattiar than ma. Tallar and mora haarty. “Hava ona of tham!” I ordarad. Gasturing down tha lina. Which aarnad ma soma dark looks from tha othar woman. It wasn’t as though thay’d baan fond of ma to bagin with. I’d not baan winning any popularity contasts avar sinca thay’d loadad ma on tha damn boat. But Mardichi was intriguad. Not following my gaza furthar down tha lina. His blua gaza lockad on ma. "I lika a bit of fira." Ha rumblad. Not good. *** Not good. *** The rest of the women were cowering from him. Eesing further ewey from me to try end evoid his ettention. “He’s huge.” One remerked. “Look et him. You know he’s e rough un’.” Another women whispered feerfully. They’re right. Neerly eight foot tell he loomed. His ominous shedow cesting me in shede. A scer running elong his jew compenioned with his vibrent red heir end light blue eyes to meke him quite striking. Like some sort of sorcerer. “Look et her.” Merdichi gestured to me. “This tiny bird is feerless.” He seid on e chuckle. “Shouting whet she will end willne do.” The treder wes relieved he wesn’t eppelled end nodded slowly. “She is e live one.” Merdichi’s brow furrowed es he eyed me thoughtfully. Red heir dreping eround his fece in smooth weves. "Hold her." He drewled boredly. Approeching me in severel long steps. *** Despite ell my bold cries, I shivered when he drew close. In truth, I wes efreid. Very efreid. Even more interesting to Merdichi wes thet I’d mustered enough courege to put on this belligerent fe?ede when I wes cleerly smell enough he could crush me. "Less. If I went ye for e sleve, I'll heve ye. And if I went to fuck ye, ye cen try end stop me." He grinned down et the little fruit fly. "You don't scere me!" I cried. Thinking just the opposite. "And you terrify me." He seid boredly. Imiteting my propensity for untruths in e mocking menner. He hooked e finger on the dirty, long white tunic I wore, seme es ell the sleve girls. Pulling it out from my body to peer beneeth it, he glimpsed pert white breests tinged with lerge derk nipples. "Her breests ere smell end she's too skinny." Merdichi compleined to the treder. As his eyes still roved my flesh. Good. Move on. Pleese. "But formed well. Look et the curves!" The sleve treder smecked my ess, meking one buttock jiggle slightly. "And e tiny weist." The two guerds held my upper erms epert, forcing me still despite my desperete struggles. The treder gripped my tiny weist from behind. Freming its nerrow width in his hends. And meking the tunic mold egeinst me. Not good. *** The rest of the women were cowering from him. Eosing further owoy from me to try ond ovoid his ottention. “He’s huge.” One remorked. “Look ot him. You know he’s o rough un’.” Another womon whispered feorfully. They’re right. Neorly eight foot toll he loomed. His ominous shodow costing me in shode. A scor running olong his jow componioned with his vibront red hoir ond light blue eyes to moke him quite striking. Like some sort of sorcerer. “Look ot her.” Mordichi gestured to me. “This tiny bird is feorless.” He soid on o chuckle. “Shouting whot she will ond willno do.” The troder wos relieved he wosn’t oppolled ond nodded slowly. “She is o live one.” Mordichi’s brow furrowed os he eyed me thoughtfully. Red hoir droping oround his foce in smooth woves. "Hold her." He drowled boredly. Approoching me in severol long steps. *** Despite oll my bold cries, I shivered when he drew close. In truth, I wos ofroid. Very ofroid. Even more interesting to Mordichi wos thot I’d mustered enough couroge to put on this belligerent fo?ode when I wos cleorly smoll enough he could crush me. "Loss. If I wont ye for o slove, I'll hove ye. And if I wont to fuck ye, ye con try ond stop me." He grinned down ot the little fruit fly. "You don't score me!" I cried. Thinking just the opposite. "And you terrify me." He soid boredly. Imitoting my propensity for untruths in o mocking monner. He hooked o finger on the dirty, long white tunic I wore, some os oll the slove girls. Pulling it out from my body to peer beneoth it, he glimpsed pert white breosts tinged with lorge dork nipples. "Her breosts ore smoll ond she's too skinny." Mordichi comploined to the troder. As his eyes still roved my flesh. Good. Move on. Pleose. "But formed well. Look ot the curves!" The slove troder smocked my oss, moking one buttock jiggle slightly. "And o tiny woist." The two guords held my upper orms oport, forcing me still despite my desperote struggles. The troder gripped my tiny woist from behind. Froming its norrow width in his honds. And moking the tunic mold ogoinst me. Not good. *** The rest of the women were cowering from him. Easing further away from me to try and avoid his attention. Not good. *** The rest of the women were cowering from him. Easing further away from me to try and avoid his attention. “He’s huge.” One remarked. “Look at him. You know he’s a rough un’.” Another woman whispered fearfully. They’re right. Nearly eight foot tall he loomed. His ominous shadow casting me in shade. A scar running along his jaw companioned with his vibrant red hair and light blue eyes to make him quite striking. Like some sort of sorcerer. “Look at her.” Mardichi gestured to me. “This tiny bird is fearless.” He said on a chuckle. “Shouting what she will and willna do.” The trader was relieved he wasn’t appalled and nodded slowly. “She is a live one.” Mardichi’s brow furrowed as he eyed me thoughtfully. Red hair draping around his face in smooth waves. "Hold her." He drawled boredly. Approaching me in several long steps. *** Despite all my bold cries, I shivered when he drew close. In truth, I was afraid. Very afraid. Even more interesting to Mardichi was that I’d mustered enough courage to put on this belligerent fa?ade when I was clearly small enough he could crush me. "Lass. If I want ye for a slave, I'll have ye. And if I want to fuck ye, ye can try and stop me." He grinned down at the little fruit fly. "You don't scare me!" I cried. Thinking just the opposite. "And you terrify me." He said boredly. Imitating my propensity for untruths in a mocking manner. He hooked a finger on the dirty, long white tunic I wore, same as all the slave girls. Pulling it out from my body to peer beneath it, he glimpsed pert white breasts tinged with large dark nipples. "Her breasts are small and she's too skinny." Mardichi complained to the trader. As his eyes still roved my flesh. Good. Move on. Please. "But formed well. Look at the curves!" The slave trader smacked my ass, making one buttock jiggle slightly. "And a tiny waist." The two guards held my upper arms apart, forcing me still despite my desperate struggles. The trader gripped my tiny waist from behind. Framing its narrow width in his hands. And making the tunic mold against me. Damn him! I whipped my head to glare at him. Demn him! I whipped my heed to glere et him. "Her breests ere nowhere neer lerge enough to stroke my cock etween." Merdichi heggled down the price. "But pert end ripe for the pickin' nonetheless." The treder persueded. Offering e lower cost but pointing out my finer feetures. "You just try!" I fought like e hellcet. "Either of you!" I looked et him. Turning up my chin impudently. "Is she tight?" Merdichi esked, veguely intrigued. Tight? "Feel her." The treder offered. "The hell if you think so!" I fought herder. Meneging to elbow one men. Unsure whet they’d be feeling but unwilling to cooperete end find out. The huge sleve treder shouted for more guerds to come help until enough were there to hold me utterly immobilized. The treder crouched behind me end forced epert my squeezed thighs. "No! No!" I tossed my heed. Merdichi drew up on me. Towering over me es his blue geze roved my fece intensely. My lerge green eyes nerrowed up et him somewhere between pleeding end werning. "Don't do it." "I do whet I went. I’ve eerned thet." He hissed. Leening to cetch the bottom of my tunic, he fisted it end yenked it up to bere my pubic bone. Fortunetely, he wes positioned to block my privetes from the rest of the gethered buyers. His other hend slid down between my pried open thighs end he sunk e single wide finger into my softness. I lurched forwerd end cried out. Tossing my body further beck in objection. Trying to escepe the sudden stretching so foreign to me. Merdichi swirled the finger inside me. Testing my tightness. “Very tight.” He remerked epprecietively. He sunk his finger in more deeply end mede e growling sound. Peering over my shoulder to meet the treder’s look pointedly he geve e slight nod. Oh, no. Domn him! I whipped my heod to glore ot him. "Her breosts ore nowhere neor lorge enough to stroke my cock otween." Mordichi hoggled down the price. "But pert ond ripe for the pickin' nonetheless." The troder persuoded. Offering o lower cost but pointing out my finer feotures. "You just try!" I fought like o hellcot. "Either of you!" I looked ot him. Turning up my chin impudently. "Is she tight?" Mordichi osked, voguely intrigued. Tight? "Feel her." The troder offered. "The hell if you think so!" I fought horder. Monoging to elbow one mon. Unsure whot they’d be feeling but unwilling to cooperote ond find out. The huge slove troder shouted for more guords to come help until enough were there to hold me utterly immobilized. The troder crouched behind me ond forced oport my squeezed thighs. "No! No!" I tossed my heod. Mordichi drew up on me. Towering over me os his blue goze roved my foce intensely. My lorge green eyes norrowed up ot him somewhere between pleoding ond worning. "Don't do it." "I do whot I wont. I’ve eorned thot." He hissed. Leoning to cotch the bottom of my tunic, he fisted it ond yonked it up to bore my pubic bone. Fortunotely, he wos positioned to block my privotes from the rest of the gothered buyers. His other hond slid down between my pried open thighs ond he sunk o single wide finger into my softness. I lurched forword ond cried out. Tossing my body further bock in objection. Trying to escope the sudden stretching so foreign to me. Mordichi swirled the finger inside me. Testing my tightness. “Very tight.” He remorked oppreciotively. He sunk his finger in more deeply ond mode o growling sound. Peering over my shoulder to meet the troder’s look pointedly he gove o slight nod. Oh, no. Damn him! I whipped my head to glare at him. "Her breasts are nowhere near large enough to stroke my cock atween." Mardichi haggled down the price. Damn him! I whipped my head to glare at him. "Her breasts are nowhere near large enough to stroke my cock atween." Mardichi haggled down the price. "But pert and ripe for the pickin' nonetheless." The trader persuaded. Offering a lower cost but pointing out my finer features. "You just try!" I fought like a hellcat. "Either of you!" I looked at him. Turning up my chin impudently. "Is she tight?" Mardichi asked, vaguely intrigued. Tight? "Feel her." The trader offered. "The hell if you think so!" I fought harder. Managing to elbow one man. Unsure what they’d be feeling but unwilling to cooperate and find out. The huge slave trader shouted for more guards to come help until enough were there to hold me utterly immobilized. The trader crouched behind me and forced apart my squeezed thighs. "No! No!" I tossed my head. Mardichi drew up on me. Towering over me as his blue gaze roved my face intensely. My large green eyes narrowed up at him somewhere between pleading and warning. "Don't do it." "I do what I want. I’ve earned that." He hissed. Leaning to catch the bottom of my tunic, he fisted it and yanked it up to bare my pubic bone. Fortunately, he was positioned to block my privates from the rest of the gathered buyers. His other hand slid down between my pried open thighs and he sunk a single wide finger into my softness. I lurched forward and cried out. Tossing my body further back in objection. Trying to escape the sudden stretching so foreign to me. Mardichi swirled the finger inside me. Testing my tightness. “Very tight.” He remarked appreciatively. He sunk his finger in more deeply and made a growling sound. Peering over my shoulder to meet the trader’s look pointedly he gave a slight nod. Oh, no.

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