The Master of Her Fate

The Master of Her Fate

2.The Domination.

Annalyssa fumed as she lay on the warlord's enormous bed, her hands and feet bound, awaiting whatever would befall her. She was scared, yes, terrified, but she was also angrier than she had ever been. How DARE her father do this to her! How could he just sell the daughter he had claimed to love all his life, like she was some common street slut, a bargaining chip to be used?! The young woman had always been a fireplug, with a feisty, assertive nature that had caused more than one awkward situation in court, and now the full force of that personality was directed at her father. If she ever saw that miserable excuse for a man again, she would make him regret it.

Not everyone inspired such righteous indignation in Annalyssa, however. The thought of the warlord scared her to the point where she couldn't breathe. She had heard of half-orcs before. The stories all said that they were stupid, brutal, dangerous monsters. The only thing that her new. . . captor (her entire being recoiled in disgust from the word owner) lacked, as far as she could tell, was the stupidity. No simpleton could have united the barbarians. It would take a great leader, someone who could use both diplomacy and force, to make the tribes put aside their feuds. From what she had seen of the battle, however, brutal and dangerous fit him well. The thought of what he might do to her was too terrifying to imagine. Annalyssa shivered, and then focused back on her anger at her father. That would keep her from going insane with fear.


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Several rooms away, the subject of that fear stood before a window, looking down on the city he had just taken. His command structure, a framework of bones and wood with heavy hides and furs stretched over it for the walls, stood atop a hill, and he had an excellent view. Enormous fires burned at each square, the funeral pyres of the barbarians that had died in the attack, and also the final resting place of those of their enemies that they deemed had died an honorable death. The corpses of cowards had been left in a nearby field for the worms and foxes to eat. He felt intense satisfaction as he saw those pyres, for barely any barbarians burned in them. The attack had been a resounding success. How far he had come from the days when he cowered beneath his grandfather's rage, treated like an animal without so much as a name. He had made a name for himself, one that would be spoken with either awe or disgust for decades, centuries even. He was High Warlord Garshan the Strong, ruler of the combined tribes of the north. Garshan meant fierce in the orcish tongue, a name given to him when he fled his human home and joined a wandering mountain tribe. He liked to think he had worn it well, and lived up to it.

Garshan turned away from his contemplation of the city and focused his mind on what would surely be the most enjoyable of all the things he had gained from it: the young woman who now belonged to him. A small thrill went through the half-orc at the thought of making her -his-. He began to prepare himself. This would surely be her first time, and even though she was now his to do with as he pleased, he wanted it to be special for her. Garshan's views of women were complex. Though he thought nothing of making this one his slave, the thought of rape or brutal abuse disgusted him. He was a generous Master, as she would see. First came a bath in the spring that they had placed one room of his hall over, carefully scrubbing away all the blood, dirt, and sweat of battle. No need to perpetuate any of the barbarian stereotypes she doubtless believed in. Then he dressed in fine, comfortable furs made from young foxes. A long breechcloth encircled his hips, and a mantle made from the fur of the Great White Bear sat on his shoulders. He knew he looked fierce and terrible, but handsome by barbarian standards. Those would come to be her standards, so they were the only ones that mattered. He was ready for his new woman.

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Annalyssa had expanded her anger now to include the guards who had put her here and whoever had made these infernal ropes. Her wrists ached from being bound together, and she could no longer feel her feet. Now she was beginning to expand it to include the warlord as well, however terrifying he may be. Just how blasted long was he going to leave her laying here?! She would almost rather be raped! Well, she thought, not really. Not at all. But still, what sort of man took a new woman for his prize and then left her alone?

Almost as it was answering her thought, the thick hide that was the room's door was lifted. Anna froze, staring, as the warlord strode through the door. He was wearing new clothes, and he looked like an ancient barbarian war god, something you would see carved into a sacred oak in the middle of one of their druid groves. Despite herself, she couldn't help but notice that his body was immensely strong, and that every muscle was chiseled and defined in a way she'd never seen before. Not that she'd ever seen a man naked, of course, not in real life, but still. . . he had a physique she'd thought existed only in paintings and statues. Her eyes drifted up to his face. Surely that would ruin it. Half-orcs were ugly, right? Well, she couldn't deny that his upturned nose was off-putting, and the tusks frightened her. . . but she liked his wide, strong jaw, and his -eyes-. . . they were beautiful indeed. Her fear forgotten, the girl stared at her new master, captivated by the light of his green eyes. Those were eyes a woman could happily drown in.

The spell was broken when the warlord began to walk towards her. Suddenly she remembered that she was about to be made a barbarian's plaything, and the fear came back in full force. Her breathing came quickly, and she cringed away from him, trying to squirm away. He settled to one knee beside the bed, and those huge arms (by the gods, each one was thicker than her waist!) reached out for her. Annalyssa closed her eyes, a stifled yelp of fear coming from her as she waited to be painfully invaded. . . and instead she found her bonds being removed by a touch that was surprisingly gentle.

"Sit up." He had the deepest voice she had ever heard, a voice that seemed to shake upwards from the floorboards. His accent was something new to her as well, strange and fierce. . . and surprisingly pleasing to the ear. That was a voice that could soothe, caress, or inspire terror. Above all, it was a voice that must be obeyed. Anna sat up, rubbing her arms,and peered timidly over at him. He was back on his feet, staring down at her, and she shrank back a bit, intimidated by the sheer size of him. It was like standing beside an ancient tree, he was so tall and strong, and she felt like a child by comparison. "What is your name? And leave your titles off. They don't matter anymore."

"Duch. . .Annalyssa," she said, almost adding her title anyway out of habit. She was intensely glad she had caught herself. The thought of this man's wrath was extremely frightening. He could probably crush her skull with one of those huge hands like it was a grape. "W-who are you?"

The warlord's face grew stern, and she cringed. Expressions that were simply firm on human features looked downright fierce on his.

"My name comes later. Right now, you will call me Master, because that's what I am. You belong to me now, Annalyssa. From this moment, you obey my every command, or you will be severely punished. Obedience, however, will be rewarded accordingly. Accept this and your life with me will be happy. Refuse. . . and you will never know happiness again." As he spoke, he knelt again, bringing his face and the full force of his eyes closer to her. She lost herself in those brilliant green depths again, and it took her a long moment to realize what he was saying.

"W-what? No!" she said, rolling away from him on the bed and sliding off the other side. She was a Duchess! The daughter of a powerful lord! She wasn't a possession! "You can't do this! M-my father has friends in the army! He'll get me back!"

The warlord was silent for a long moment, and then he began to rise. A thrill of fear went through her at the deliberate pace of his actions. There was no rushing there, not the slightest loss of control. There was only slow, deadly intent. He walked around the bed, his arms crossed behind his back, his face a blank mask, but his eyes burning. Annalyssa backed away as he came towards her, swallowing hard. The warlord stopped in front of her and stared down at her for a long moment, letting her read every bit of fire in his eyes, and see the iron will that they reflected. Suddenly his hand shot out, grabbing her arm and twisting it. She yelped in pain, amazed at how fast he moved. No one that big should be able to move that way, like a striking snake, with not the slightest chance for someone to react! He twisted her arm around behind her back, pulling her body against his as he did, and his other hand took hold of her hair, forcing her to look up at him. Annalyssa struggled a bit, but it was pointless. Never had she felt such strength, not even when one of the king's greatest knights had picked her up as a child in the capital. She was completely helpless.

"I can do this," he said, and that fearsome growl rumbled beneath every word. "Your father gave you to me. He is a coward, afraid of death and willing to do anything to escape it, and he is a slave now, below the lowest of my warriors, finally filling a station he is worthy of. No one will come from the south to aid him, because no one will hear from him again. You," the hand in her hair pulled harder, drawing another yelp from her, "Are. Mine." Then, suddenly, he kissed her.

Annalyssa's eyes opened wide and she let out a startled "Mmphf!" as his mouth covered hers. She tried to struggle, but he twisted her arm a bit more, and she had no choice but to sag against his body, a puppet of his strength. He was rock hard, powerful, savage. Never had she been kissed like this. The few times she had stolen a kiss from some boy in the castle, it had been a tentative thing, fearful, inexperienced. This was strong, confident, dominating, and horror filled her as she felt her body begin to respond. No! His tongue pressed past her lips, finding her own and forcing it down so he could stroke her tongue with his. Anna made a soft sound of mingled pleasure and pain, and heat began to fill her. No, no, NO! How could she be liking this? She was being taken against her will by a brute! It was, wrong it was, evil, and yet. . . her body pressed against his, molding to every plane of muscle, and her eyes closed again, in pleasure rather than in fear. He pulled at her lower lip with his teeth and she shivered, the little tug sending a thrill through her body and making that heat grow, settling between her legs.

The kiss broke and her master pulled back a bit, surveying her. He felt satisfaction again as he looked down at her. Those honey-brown eyes were glazed, her lips were kiss-swollen, and she was ready to submit. His grip on her arm and hair loosened, his hands sliding to her shoulders instead and tracing across the skin that her fancy gown left bare. Anna shivered as he touched her. His hands were hard as rocks and rough with calluses from many years of using weapons, but his touch was very gentle, like a feather moving across her skin. He brought his hands around to the front of her body, tracing those fingertips along the tops of her breasts, and she took a deep breath, leaning forward, wanting more. His hands slipped into her dress, she closed her eyes slightly. . .and then they widened again as he ripped the gown in half from top to bottom. It was expensive and well-sewn fabric, but he tore it as though it was a cobweb, leaving her standing in just her thin silk chemise. She barely had time to think before he ripped that in half as well, and she was naked in front of a man for the first time in her life.

"W-wait!" she cried. "Stop!" Annalyssa scrambled to cover herself, a brilliant red flush rising into her pale face. Garshan's eyes narrowed, though he smiled slightly, and he took her wrists in his hands, yanking them out and up, until she stood on the tips of her toes, her arms stretched out and her body on display. She yelped again and then closed her eyes, looking down, ashamed.

"I am the Master, and you are mine," he growled. "Mine to look at and mine to touch. Never cover yourself in front of me again, or you will be punished. Now look at me." She hesitated and he released her arm to grab her chin, wrenching her head up to face him and making her cry out again. "Open your eyes!" he demanded, and the edge of anger in his voice frightened her into doing so.

Her fright was forgotten as his eyes took hold of her again. It was the most amazing shade of green she had ever seen. Not even the finest emeralds that she had worn could compare, and the sheer force of his personality shone from them, hot and savage and impossible to look away from. She became aware of her aroused body again, and her shame could not temper what she was feeling. She wanted him to kiss her again, to take her mouth and make it his.

Garshan's angry expression faded as he looked into her eyes and saw them glaze over again. Excellent. "Good girl," he said, and his voice was very different now. The edge of anger was gone, replaced with something low and husky. It seemed to caress her ears like soft, fine fur, and she shivered at the sound. He pulled her against him once more, letting go of her arms and wrapping his own around her. She gasped a bit as he lifted her right off the floor, pulling her against his vast chest as though she weighed absolutely nothing. He was so -strong-! It sent a delicious thrill through her. His hand slipped back into her hair, taking hold of it, and she gasped again. How could having your hair pulled feel so good? It hurt, it was degrading, it was supposed to be horrible! Then he was kissing her again and all thought dissolved in the rush of heat that went through her. Anna wrapped her arms around his thick neck, pulling herself closer to him. She had never felt anything like this before, and she was too disoriented and breathless to do anything other than respond.

The kiss broke and she whimpered a bit in disappointment, wanting another. Her lips continued to brush his as he carried her back to the bed. He lowered her down and then backed away, growling at her not to move. She lay still, watching him, and now she felt no fear, but only eagerness. He took his clothes off, and her eyes raked his body, tracing every hard line of muscle. Anna looked between his legs and those honey eyes widened. He was massive! Long and thick and strong, his manhood was every bit as big as the rest of him. Some of the fear came back as she stared at it. How was that supposed to fit inside her? It was going to hurt! She shrank back as he settled to the bed beside her, fearful that he was going to take her right now. Her fears were unfounded. He pulled her into his embrace, one arm wrapping beneath her shoulders, and kissed her again. The fear receded and she responded eagerly, shoving her lips harder against his, wrestling his tongue with hers. That powerful hand found her shoulder and slid down her arm, grazing her skin with his fingertips in a way that made her tremble. His hand found hers and folded around it, the dainty white fingers completely disappearing inside the massive green paw. Her master lifted her hand as he broke their kiss, and his lips found the inside of her wrist, brushing over it feather soft. That made her tremble even harder than his fingers had, and she gasped slightly. A rich, rolling chuckle came from his throat, like a masculine purr, and he said,

"You like that, don't you? I told you obedience was rewarded." She started to protest, to say that she didn't like it, it was horrible, but his lips began to move up her arm again and her voice died. He kissed across her forearm and up to her shoulder, each little touch of his lips sending chills up and down her body. His lips grazed across her skin to the place where her shoulder met her neck, and he bit her there lightly, marking her as his. Mingled pleasure and pain shot through her, the most exquisite sensation she'd ever felt. His lips devoured her neck, kissing and nibbling, moving up to her ear and taking it between his teeth, then going back down, around her jawline, to the other side. She gasped, trembled, and writhed in his arms, lost in the feelings he was giving her. Now his lips were moving down, along the line of her collarbone, and he shifted so that his huge body was on top of hers, one leg resting over her thighs. His hands moved to cup her breasts, and Annalyssa tensed in delicious anticipation. He chuckled again, the sound causing new chills to chase themselves up and down her spine, and then she cried out as his mouth covered one rock-hard nipple. He suckled the nipple firmly, grazing it with his teeth, while Anna moaned helplessly. Garshan pulled back, flicked her nipple with his tongue, and moved to the other to give it the same treatment. Her fingers found his dark hair and tangled in it, holding him closer to her, and her hips pressed upwards against him. He shifted, sliding his body down hers a bit, so that the hard lines of his stomach pressed against her throbbing, dripping womanhood. She moaned again and ground against his body shamelessly. He had fired a need in her that would not be denied.

"Please. . . oh. . .please. . ." she gasped, tugging on his head, not sure what she wanted him to do, but knowing that she would burn up if he didn't do SOMETHING. The sound of her begging thrilled Garshan, making his throbbing manhood throb harder and his heart race. He gave her what she wanted, sliding down further, kissing his way across her stomach, until his mouth rested just above her slit. Garshan glided his tongue across her skin, just above her pussy lips, making her groan and writhe. "Please!" she cried, trying to push his head down to her pussy.

"Call me master," he growled, letting his breath wash over her soaked folds. The sensation made Anna gasp and arch her back slightly. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, her face aflush with pleasure.

"Master..." she whispered, her voice husky and shaky with lust. "Oh, Master. . .please!"

That was all the incentive Garshan needed. He covered her pussy with his mouth, and his tongue found her clit, licking and swirling it furiously. She was so worked up that almost immediately she was crying out, arching her body off the bed, pouring her juices into his mouth as her first ever orgasm shot through her. He kept going, licking at her faster, sucking her clit, and she came again, her fingers tightening in his hair to the point that she almost tore it out. Never had she dreamed anything could feel like this! Her world dissolved into a swirl of color and she was aware of nothing but the pleasure raging through her. "Ooooohhhh!" she moaned, thrashing. "Oooohhh gods!"

Garshan slowly licked her clean, each soft stroke of his tongue making her gasp again. His body was on fire with lust. Giving a woman pleasure with his mouth was one of the half-orc's favorite things to do, and she had reacted more pleasingly than any woman he had ever bedded. Now it was time to finish it. He slid his body back up hers, pressing his hard muscles against her, and she wrapped her arms around him eagerly, holding him close. His hand found her pussy and began to stroke it again, those wonderful fingertips tracing her clit so lightly she could barely feel it. Anna was sensitive from her orgasms, and those touches made her burn again, burn so powerfully that was sure she would turn to ash. "Master!" she gasped, clinging to him. He kissed her hard, sucking her lower lip, and one hand went back to her hair to pull it again, making her moan into his mouth. Gods, it was good!

It was good for Garshan as well. Each moan made his manhood strain harder, and suddenly he could stand it no longer. He slid his hand, still slick with her juices, to his shaft and took hold of it, bringing the wide head down to rub against her pussy. Annalyssa cried out softly as she felt that warm, throbbing manhood against her. He teased her a bit more, circling her clit with his tip and running it up and down between the lips of her pussy, until she was begging again, her voice breathless. Then he slid it inside her and she arched up, her toes curling. He was so BIG, so long, and it hurt even as it sent pleasure racing through her. "Ohhh," she gasped again, and there was pain mingled with the joy now. She tensed, waiting for him to shove it roughly in and take her virginity, but again he surprised her. He went slowly, carefully, letting her get used to each thick inch before he pushed the next one in. Powerful arms wrapped around her, pulling her up against his chest, and his lips rained kisses down on her face and neck, comforting and soothing her. He reached her barrier and pushed through, going even more slowly. She cried out as a jolt of pain shot through her, but he didn't stop, sliding the rest of the way in until he was fully inside her. It was the most amazing thing she had ever felt. She was completely filled by him, the missing piece of her body finally found, and the pain faded to a dull ache as pleasure rose to overtake it. Garshan slid himself back out, still being slow and careful, and then pushed back in, gently stretching her out. This time she moaned loudly as he filled her once more, pressing her hips upwards, and begging him again.

"Master, oh, Master. . . please. . . I want. . . I . . . oooh!" Her breathless words made him lose his final bit of control. Garshan wrapped his arms more tightly around her and made love to her for all he was worth, thrusting hard and fast and deep. Anna cried out each time he rammed into her, pleasure and pain mingling until she couldn't see, couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything except let the feelings rage through her. She lifted herself to him, meeting his thrusts, and then her eyes opened as she felt him swell inside her. Garshan growled against her ear, a primal, animal sound of pleasure, and she came as he did, her pussy clenching on him tightly as he poured his seed into her. He trembled with the pleasure of it, splashing hot, thick seed into her over and over again, and finally collapsed atop her, spent and sated.

Annalyssa lay beneath him, unable to think or speak, floating in a pink haze. It had been amazing, paradise, and she knew would never be able to resist him again. That thought followed her as she drifted to sleep, safe and sheltered in her Master's arms.

End Chapter 2