"Daria, the Warrior Queen" (closed to current writers)

[PennySaver]

"Mount up!" a soldier called at Meara after the tent and all of Daria's stuff had been loaded. "Our Mistress wouldn't want her bed mate's legs and feet dry and cut by the muck and wild we will be marching through today."

The first portion of the march took five days. The terrain was mostly flat, and established roads made travel easy. Each night, the Black Army set up a cold camp. The name was misleading in a way; they had fires for cooking and boiling clean water, but -- with the exception of the Servants Tent in which Meara slept with Daria's other four servants -- no tents were set up and the men slept under the stars.

By the sixth day, though, the front of the 2 mile long train of cavalry, foot soldiers, and civilians -- the latter of whom followed the Black Army during its campaigns -- had reached the base of the mountains through which they had to travel. Mounted and foot bound warriors went ahead to join the Vanguard, which had already conquered the pass. Almost 100 civilian men and women were brought forward to chop, saw, and dig until they'd created a road wide enough with a gentle enough incline for the wagons.

It would take weeks -- possibly as many as five -- before every vehicle and every possession made it to the other side of the mountain. In the meantime, though, much of it -- including Daria's tent and every thing that belonged in it would be carted through the pass by hand, on horse, or on smaller carts pulled by the bullocks.

"Give me your hand," Gwent ordered Meara after he'd ridden through the camp searching for the slave. He leaned and reached down to her from his horse, telling her, "Grab hold!"

Once she had, he helped her sling up onto the horse, her legs wrapping around his back side. He urged the horse forward and began ascending the mountain; Henry, who'd seen this, came running after the pair. A mile later and without any words of explanation to Meara, Gwent topped the pass and turned his mount to allow the woman behind him to see past him. From the mountain pass which was more than 4,000 feet higher than the valley below, the world seemed to extend forever. The view to the extreme right and left was blocked by thick forest, but out before them for more than 40 miles was a wide, flat, lush valley spotted here and their by groves or full forests of trees.

"Down there," he said, pointing to collection of tents on a small plateau a thousand feet below them. In the midst of them, not yet visible, Daria's tent was being erected. He leaned, grabbed Meara by the arm, and very nearly threw her from his horse. "Our Mistress is there, and she wants you."

He said nothing more but instead turned his horse and road back toward where they'd come. A constant procession of men and women were passing by this point, carrying goods needed by Daria's new camp westward or carrying pillaged food or leading captured goats and other animals to be eaten back to the east, to those who would be staying put or would come as soon as possible.

 

[SandS13]

She was sore from the journey. She was overwhelmed by how everything moved so quickly and at a hard pace. Meara didn't falter though. She kept Henry close and did not get in anyone's way.

Around them there was work going on. Meara was unsure what to do next but Henry was off looking for something to play with.

She was stunned when the horse rode up. She put her hand out to Gwent. She gripped his wrist and was pulled up and onto the back of the horse. Meara clung to him tightly, fearing she was going to fall off with the way he took off.

She cast a look back to Henry, praying he would be okay.

When the horse stopped Meara looked to where Gwent pointed. She was not prepared for how he removed her from the horse. Meara fell to her knees as she landed. He left her. She stood, rubbed the dirt from her knees as best she could and began to make her way down to the tents. She was tired, her feet sore but the time she finally arrived. The tent was fully up but all Daria's things were piled outside.

Meara entered the tent, surprised to find others there working. She blinked, eyes adjusting to the change in light. Meara immediately set to work on the floor, shaking out the carpets and mats. She laid them down. As she did the bigger items were brought in. The bed was constructed, the tub placed. The system for water and the pit for Daria's fire set.

Meara focused on the bed. She checked the linens and began making the bed. She beat and fluffed the pillows. Once that was done she began scrubbing the tub. It was hard to move and avoid the others. She tired to make herself invisible but occasionally glanced at them.

She was so tired and dirty. She longed for a bucket of water to rinse off or better, so she could have a drink. She needed to fill her stomach with something. It took hours before the tent was ready and a fire lit.

 

[PennySaver]

The sun had just dropped fully behind the mountains to the west when Daria entered her tent for the first time in over a week. She was exhausted, filthy, hungry, and overwhelmed by thoughts of the battle taking place in the valley's floor … and yet, she wasn't so consumed with her thoughts as to not notice upon entering that the tent -- which had been laying in a roll on the ground when she left this morning -- was not only fully erect but was also arranged and decorated almost exactly as it had been at their last encampment.

Daria was about to call for her guard, wanting to know where her servants were, when she caught sight of Meara … passed out atop the bed. She studied the slave for a long moment, then went outside. She found one of the Bodyguards who'd stayed behind when the Vanguard marched days ago.

"Who set up my tent?" she asked as she was stripping off her leather and studded-knuckle fighting gloves. "Where are the other three … Gwent, isn't it?"

"Yes, Mistress," the newest of her Bodyguard's responded, giving Daria the appropriate bow of respect. He looked toward the doorway; its flap was tied open, and while he couldn't see Meara, he knew she was inside. He answered, "The slave inside did it all, Mistress. And … the others..."

When he didn't finish his answer, Daria presumed, "They didn't think I would be returning today … so … they're not here."

Gwent didn't answer verbally, but his expression told all.

Daria ordered, "Find them! Find them all. I want them put to work filling the water barrels--"

She'd noticed all four of her personal barrels still sitting on their sides as she arrived, empty. They were each more than 50 gallons in volume, and with the nearest spring more than 200 yards away, it would take the two slaves and the one each indentured servant and freeman several hours to fill them, particularly in the dark.

She continued, "--until they are each and everyone filled, even if it takes until dawn … and Gwent … if either one or even all of them falter in this task, I give you permission to punish them in whatever manner you see fit."

As she was saying that, Daria moved up close to the man … and cupped his manhood. He flinched in shock, but his only other reaction was to stand at attention. Daria gave his manhood a bit of a squeeze, and said, "You seem to have the right tools to punish them sufficiently."

She turned to head back toward the tent, calling over her shoulder, "And Gwent...! I want that punishment inflicted on the porch of my tent … so that they know … that I know … it's being done … and you have been directed by me to do this … understand?"

Gwent was hesitant in his confirmation of his Mistress's answer. She meant for him to rape the servants -- one or many or all -- if they failed to complete their duties as demanded … right? He'd never raped a woman before, whether slave, servant, or freeman; he knew warriors did, of course, though usually only doing so of the women of the conquered enemy. Truth be told, he'd only just recently lost his virginity to one of the whores who followed the camp. He doubted that he could force himself into a woman the way his Mistress had demanded. But … the need likely wouldn't arise, so, why worry about it now.

Just as she was about to enter the tent for the second time, Daria's free girl, Hamma, hurried up with her arms filled with two of the Queen's clothing cases. She begged forgiveness for not being here when Daria arrived, explaining that she'd been carrying things by hand over and through the pass all day because the wagons hadn't been able to make the trek yet.

"And Meara will verify this if I ask?" Daria asked in a harsh tone that was full of doubt. The other woman was hesitant; she and Meara had been working together all day, but Hamma didn't really know Meara. She nodded an affirmative response. Daria studied the girl for a long moment, contemplating what Gwent had said. The girl was dirty and exhausted, though, not clean and full of energy as Daria would have expected a loafer. "Meara is sleeping. You will not wake her. Fetch water to bath me--"

"Mistress..." the girl interrupted, before waiting a moment to see if she would be punished for doing so. When Daria only stared at her, Hamma said, "There is water on the fire inside. Meara … she made ready, in case you returned."

Daria was becoming even more impressed with her new slave. "Come inside, bathe me quietly."

It wasn't an intimate bath as had been the last two with Meara, but Hamma did strip to her skin and crawl into the tub to fully cleanse her Mistress's body. When all was done and both women were in sleeping gowns, they ate in silence at the table with proper settings, courtesy of Meara, of course. Daria often glanced at and even studied the girl as she slept soundly, recollecting their previous interactions. She couldn't help but wonder how Meara's education in the island girl's tent had gone.

When it was time for bed, Daria told Hamma to stay. "It will be cold during the night. You will warm Meara. You both worked hard today. You will sleep well … and sleep long. The other girls can do the work in the morning."

Despite being legally a free woman, Hamma still followed her Mistress's directions as if orders to a slave. She laid next to Meara gently, not waking her, and pulled the bedding over them. Daria had told the young woman she would be back after she dealt with an issue. The free girl knew what that meant: her Queen was going to find a man for some badly needed sexual release.

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The next morning, when Meara awoke, she would find herself in Daria's arms, with the free girl, Hamma, practically laying atop both of them in intimate proximity to her bosom and groin. Both of the other women were naked. Elsewhere in the tent, the other three servants were busy with the morning's work. Once of them had a split lip, inadvertently given to her while she was struggling earlier this morning while being violated by a Bodyguard for insubordination and dereliction.

 

[SandS13]

Meara had been more exhausted than she could ever remember feeling. She had been tired, worked hard on the farm but this was bone deep weariness. When she finally sat down it was as if her body had shut down.

She woke feeling warmth and skin. Panic set in as she realized Daria had returned and she had been sleeping. Very, very carefully Meara tried to untangle herself. She needed to see to Daria's breakfast, her clothes...

She wasn't entirely sure what to think about the other woman laying on them. All Meara knew was she needed to make sure Daria was taken care of. Her life here depended on it. She looked up to see the others already working on the breakfast.

Meara laid there, halting her attempt as she realized there was simply no way to get out of the bed without waking both of the women. She was trembling. Would Daria punish her for not being awake when she arrived to the tent? Would she send her away for sleeping in the bed without permission? Her face fell. Had the queen been fed last night? Had she bathed?

She looked up at the ceiling of the tent. Tears stung her eyes. Fingers pulled at her curls. Her mind went through all the ways Daria could and would punish her.

 

[PennySaver]

The other Attendants, one by one, took notice of Meara's return to consciousness. They each reacted in a different manner, from apathy to jealousy to anger, the last from one of the slave girls -- Anaka -- who thought she worked harder than the rest and should have been the Mistress's new sex servant.

"Sh-h-h-h..." whispered the oldest of the women, the 24 year old, indentured Pazlee. She quietly but hurried moved close to the bed, grasping Meara's foot as she was attempting to wiggle out from the naked freeman girl. She held a finger to her lips, whispering in yet more broken Common with yet another heavy accent, "Not wake Mistress. Mistress tell when leave bed."

Normally, that wouldn't be true, of course; normally, Daria's bed partners were expected to be up and about before her, preparing her breakfast and warming water for her morning, post-coitus bath. But not like this; not when other girls were taking care of things and Daria was so soundly asleep as she was now, warmed by the bodies of two of her slaves.

As Pazlee was settling Meara before returning to her work, Hamma awoke; her position upon the other two women left her facing Meara directly, and she smiled as she whispered, "Good morning."

Hamma looked to Daria, finding her still dead to the world. She drew a conspicuous breath from near the Queen's body, looked to Meara, smiled knowingly, and whispered, "Mistress got fucked last night...? You know this word … fucked?"

That crude descriptor of sexual intercourse wasn't a word from Common, the language spoken by most of the Peoples south of the North Highlands, from which Daria had come, from which Hamma had come as well. Even though Hamma didn't know it, the word had originated in the Southern Islands, the home of a particular and now absent beauty named Vallaana, who had explained the word to Meara a week earlier.

"I smell man upon her," Hamma whispered as she very carefully lifted her weight from Daria and, at the same time, pulled bedding over her Queen's body to replace the warmth she was taking away. As she was moving her hands for support, one settled against the mattress right between the new sex slave's thighs, close to her sex. Hamma leaned forward a bit, causing her forearm to press softly against Meara's warm folds; she smiled at the more naïve and innocent girl's reaction, then moving her mouth closer to the new slave's ear, whispered, "Our Mistress wants you shaved today..."

Hamma moved her hand firmly into the other bed partner's crotch this time, letting her wrist, thumb, and then fingertips slide through the wet slit and over the pleasure button above it as she finished, "...and I get to do it."

She giggled softly, silencing it quickly as Daria mumbled in a half-conscious state. Hamma got out of bed and set about dressing as she studied Meara. Unlike the rest of the females in this tent, Hamma had only ever been with women … by choice. She'd never had an interest in having a man's cock slamming inside her, making her dirty, even leaving her fat with child. She was eager for her time with Meara.

Daria, still more asleep than awake, pulled Meara closer to her, into an intimate clutching that pressed all of their curves against one another. But the slave girl's clothes shifted the Queen from unconsciousness to consciousness; Daria's eyes opened, she studied Meara a moment, looked to the others -- all of whom were now bowing forward after one had alerted the others -- and greeted them with an emotionless and exhausted, "G'mornin'."

Each of the standing girls returned the greeting, and Hamma -- not the eldest but still in charge, being free -- updated Daria on the state of her tent, her breakfast, her bath, and more. Daria listened to it all with eyes closed once again; she'd released her hold on Meara and urged her out of the bed.

"Anaka," Daria said after a long moment of silence. When the slave stepped closer and acknowledge her Mistress, she asked, "How did you cut your lip?"

The slave girl's head bent to far forward in shame that her eyes were probably set upon her own bosom; she didn't answer. Daria continued the interrogation, "I believe you were negligent in your duties last night … and you were punished for it. Is this correct?"

After a moment's hesitation, Anaka only murmured, "Yes, Mistress."

"You were punished by my guard … what is his name?"

"Rickon performed the punishment, Mistress," Hamma said, stepping closer.

Daria was obviously surprised by this and asked, "I thought his name was Gwent."

Hamma explained easily without concern that the subject matter was the rape of the slave, "Gwent was hesitant to perform the punishment, Mistress, to force himself upon Anaka, so Rickon did so."

There was another moment of silence, followed by Daria hollering toward the flap door, "Gwent!"

The Bodyguard was still on duty and -- after asking for and getting permission to enter -- came inside and immediately diverted his eyes away from his still naked Queen. Daria asked him about what had happened -- or didn't happen -- then chastised him for not following his orders. Gwent was thoroughly apologetic … at the same time showing obvious concern that he himself was about to be punished.

Daria looked about the tent, to each of the servants, all of whom were for the most part keeping their heads down. She commanded Meara to help her into her sleeping gown, then lifted the girl's chin so that they could look into one another's eyes.

"Did you spend more time with your friend from the islands?" she asked with a suddenly polite and friendly tone. She listened to Meara's response, then asked, "Did you learn something that will make you more beneficial to me?"

Daria listened again as she gestured to the other women to give her a cup of tea and a still warm, freshly baked pastry made of local berries foraged only yesterday. She made a slow circle through the tent; each of the servants -- Gwent, too -- stepped back a bit to allow Daria free movement.

"You understand that sex can be a pleasure, Meara," she said as her wandering continued. She added as she stepped up to the newest of the girls, "And it can be a punishment as well."

She lifted the girl's chin again, smiling to her as she gave orders in a soft, pleasant tone. "Meara … I want you to help Anaka to take the position of punishment..."

Daria was pretty sure Meara knew that that meant bent face down over a horizontal surface; in this tent that meant over the low table before the bed, where Daria could lay back and watch.

"...I want you to take your position at the other end of the table … I want you to hold her hands--"

Behind Daria, a sob escaped from the slave girl as she realized that she was once again going to be raped for last evening's bad choices. Daria continued, "--while Gwent … who also failed in his duties last night … both dispenses punishment … and is punished as well."

 

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Meara froze as she felt the hand on her foot. She nodded to show she understood. She found herself looking at Hamma. Her eyes went wide and she once again nodded sending curls into her face.

“Yes” She whispered. She knew the word. She knew because Vallaana had told her that she would show her, that Naan had wanted to do that to her. Meara had nothing else to say and even if she wanted to the woman had shifted and was now pressed against her rather intimately. At first Meara thought her dress might prevent the woman from doing more than putting some friction to the area but she was mistaken as she felt Hamma’s fingers slide over her sex and then brush her clit.

The blue eyes grew wider as Hamma stated she was going to shave her today at Daria’s request and at how Hamma was touching her. Meara was glad that Daria seemed to be waking and that Hamma moved away. She wasn’t sure what she would have done if the woman had continued to touch her. Her heart pounded like a trapped rabbit’s, rapid and hard against her ribs.

Meara was relieved as Daria’s arms wrapped about her. There was the feeling of protection in them. She didn’t move as Daria greeted everyone and was informed about the state of things. She held her breath wondering if Daria would punish her now or later for falling asleep. She was out of bed quickly when Daria moved to signal she should. Meara moved to stand with the others, her head down.

Her teeth worried her lip as she listened to Daria questioning Anaka. Meara had no idea what had gone on after she had ensured the tent was ready for Daria to return and in her exhaustion had fallen asleep.

Meara was surprised to learn that Gwent had been the guard who had not done his duty. He had been rough with her when he had gathered her to come here yesterday. She wondered then if it had been the concept of raping Anaka that had bothered him. At this thought her heart softened. He, unlike the other guards, seemed to have some sense of morals. Meara jumped as Daria called Gwent into the tent. She chanced a glance up as he entered. It was clear he knew he was in trouble. They talked and Meara was lost in her mind. Maybe Daria was feeling generous and she would only lecture Meara as she was doing with Gwent. Surely her mistake was the same as his...

Startled, Meara half ran to get the gown and helped Daria into it. She had her head down but lifted her face as Daria’s fingers moved under her chin.

This is it… She was shaking slightly as she tried to steel herself for her punishment. Daria’s question caused Meara to blink in surprise. “Yes mistress, once and then she was gone. I learned well though, mistress.” She resisted the urge to say more. Not only was everyone there but Daria hadn’t asked for an explanation.

Daria began walking the tent as she enjoyed her breakfast. Meara lowered her head once more. Her mouth was dry. Was Daria weighing her options with Meara? Was she deciding is she was worth keeping? Meara began to think she should have explained more, tried to make herself sound useful. It was too late now. Her jaw clenched, teeth pressing together.

She looked up once more as Daria came to stand before her. “Yes mistress.”

Oh no..no… Meara was terrified now. Daria was going to punish her and it would involve sex in some way. She lowered her head and tried to bite back her tears. She remembered the screams of the woman the guards were raping as they had walked into the camp. She couldn’t control her shaking.

Glassy, blue eyes looked up as Daria lifted her chin once more. It was clear that Meara was shocked by what Daria wanted. Not the action but the target. Her mind was trying to comprehend it. She had been sure that it was herself that was the one to be punished.

“Y-yes mistress.”

Meara moved away to take Anaka’s hand. The woman struggled a little and though Meara was smaller than she was, Meara was well rested. She fought the urge to cry and looked up at the tent ceiling and not at Anaka. She didn’t know the girl but she was sure that nothing was so bad that she deserved this. She pulled her to the table and moved to bring her arms over the flat, hard wood. It caused Anaka to have to bend over. Meara took her place at the other end, Anaka’s wrists pinned to the table by Meara’s hands. She leaned a little, adding just a little of her body weight. Mears reasoned if this was anything like holding an animal down as it was slaughter, which it reminded her of, than Anaka might fight and Daria would be cross with Meara if she was released at all.

Meara looked down, eyes on the grain of the wood in the table. She wanted to tell Anaka that she was sorry, that she took no pleasure in this and she didn’t want to help but she didn’t dare. She also didn’t want to acknowledge her relief that in this moment it was not her that was bent over the table about to be invaded by the guard.

 

[PennySaver]

Daria's eyes shifted occasionally between the others in the tent, looking for their reactions to what they knew was ahead. This wasn't the first time most of them had seen this form of punishment take place somewhere in the camp of the Black Army; it wasn't even the first time a couple of them had seen this punishment right here in their Queen's tent.

"Gwent..."

The newest of the Bodyguards looked to Daria as she spoke his name. Even though she said nothing more, Gwent knew what she was thinking … and knew what he had to do. He moved to stand behind the girl who was, by now, sobbing upon the low lying table, her body twitching while the other slave held her in place. He moved forward, tapping the toes of his boots at the insides of the slaves ankles to urge her to part them.

When Anaka instead attempted to move her feet closer together, Daria looked to Hamma with an expectant expression. The only free female in the hut other than the one spurring this horrific event onward moved forward, dropping to her knees close to girl. As she grasped the slave's ankles and pulled, trying to part them, she pleaded in barely more than a whisper, "Anaka, don't fight this. It will only make things worse. Take your punishment and move on."

The girl sobbed again but allowed the freewoman to pull her feet, calves, and knees open. Hamma spoke softly to her again, "You must keep your eyes open..."

She then looked to Meara and said, "You must look into Anaka's eyes … always. You must watch."

The free woman who had only just moments ago been teasing the new sex slave's sex pulled the other slave's dress and slip up over her buttocks. Anaka was wearing a small, more feminine version of the loincloth popular with some of the southern warmer weather cultures; Naan had been wearing the male version of it when Meara had performed oral sex on him several days earlier. Hamma pulled loose the leather thong string that held them in place around Anaka's waist, then pulled them off her hips and buttocks, causing them to fall loosely apart around her now parted knees.

Unlike Meara, this slave's more intimate areas were devoid of hair. Anaka had long hoped to become Daria's next sex slave, and -- on her own -- she had frequently taking scissors and blade to her body in expectations of once laying with her Mistress. Hamma urged the girl's knees even further apart, well displaying her young firm buttocks, anus, and sex.

Gwent had also taken in this new view but had then diverted his eyes. But he felt his Queen's glare and moved into place, his knees on the hide floor between Anaka's calves. His weapons had already been removed -- no one brought blades into the Queen's tent without her expressed permission -- so bearing his lower half was simply a matter of pulling loose the belt holding his trousers in place. They fell to gather around his knees, as did the undergarment underneath after that, and Gwent's more personal areas were quickly exposed as the girl's.

Gwent's cock was impressive, a bit longer and a bit thicker than most; it was more substantial than had been Naan's, the first cock Meara had seen. But it wasn't stiff; the Bodyguard wasn't excited by what he was about to do as it was being forced upon him.

Hamma saw this, as she saw the obvious expression of disappointment on her Queen's face. She quickly dropped to her knees beside Gwent, grasped his cock, and began dry-stroking it, long and firm. She whispered to him almost the same thing she had Anaka, "Don't fight … take your punishment … help her through her punishment ... move on."

Then moving her mouth closer to Gwent's ear but -- without intention -- whispering in a volume that was loud enough that Meara to hear, she told him, "Worse could be done to Anaka. You are doing her a favor."

After a couple of dozen strokes, Gwent's cock was rock hard and pointing on its own toward its target. Hamma rose to her feet again and backed away. The Bodyguard looked to Daria, who only nodded slightly. And grasping Anaka's hips in his powerful hands, Gwent moved the head of his cock to the wet hole before it … pressed forward … felt but overcame the initial resistance, then--

"Do it!" Daria demanded with a hard tone.

Gwent tightened his grip on Anaka's hips and rammed his cock forward, causing the slave girl to scream out in fear and pain both.

 

[SandS13]

Time seemed to stand still for her as Meara held Anaka’s wrists and stared at the table. She heard Daria’s voice as she spoke to the guard. She didn’t look up. She had no desire to see the man’s struggle or Anaka’s face as things were about to happen. Meara fought back her own tears. Anaka was sobbing into the table.

Meara felt Anaka jerk in fear and on instinct held her hands down tighter. She bit her lip. There was movement and she could hear Hamma whispering to Anaka.

“Watch?” Meara half gasped out the word. She turned her tearfilled eyes to Hamma. Meara didn’t want to watch but forced her eyes to Anaka’s back. She chanced a look upwards but found herself looking at Gwent. The man seemed very unhappy with the situation.

Meara felt panic rise in her chest as his trousers were dropped and he was exposed to all in the tent. She forced her eyes on Gwent’s chest or Anaka’s back. She didn’t want to see Hamma stroking him or what would come next.

Meara almost let go when Anaka screamed. Her chin trembled

Like holding down the lamb to be slaughtered...just hold it still and it will be over soon.

The table was moving as Gwent began thrust in steady almost rigid motions. Meara decided the best place to look was Gwent’s chest. She focused on the fibres of his shirt. If she focused hard enough she could block out what was going on. Her hands shifted a little.

The table creaked and Anaka kept crying as Gwent moved with almost military precision. It was a task he was trying to complete.

Meara kept her head straight and eyes on his shirt. One of the stays at the neckline of his shirt was swinging and she began to follow its motions, letting it hypnotize her.

 

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As Gwent began pummeling Anaka's sex from behind, Daria turned and went to the door of her tent. She called for Rickon, who entered and -- aware of the ongoing punishment -- showed no signs of surprise at all. Daria turned back to the rape of the slave and set her gaze upon her new sex slave; it was obvious Meara was disturbed by this, as the Queen would have expected her or any other moral person to be.

In all honesty, Daria wasn't enjoying this in the least. Rape brought back horrific memories of her own children when she herself had been a victim of it off and on for several years. Having a man repeatedly and often violently thrust and then empty his cock inside her was the reason she could never love a man; it was the reason that her only feelings of contentment and joy from sexual interaction had been with other women.

But Daria knew the power of sex as a punishment and -- in this case -- a deterrent to insubordination and dereliction of duty. Anaka hadn't done as she was commanded; Gwent hadn't done as he was commanded. Some might think that the latter offender was being rewarded for his misdeeds by fucking the pretty, young thing. They would have been wrong.

"Commander," she said softly toward Rickon before making her way slowly over toward Meara. "You may begin."

Behind her -- and without the hesitation that the other Bodyguard had shown -- the Commander of Daria's Bodyguard stepped up behind Gwent, loosened and dropped the lower half of his clothing, dropped on his knees behind the other man, and spit a huge loogie into his hands; his cock was already nearly fully stiffened as he rubbed it with the saliva in that hand, shoved Gwent down hard atop Anaka -- causing her to cry out and complain that she couldn't breathe -- and then roughly shove it into the other man's ass.

Gwent had been expecting this, of course; just as the female slaves -- and even some freewomen -- were punished with rape, so were men when the Queen or General ordered it. And to be fully transparent, this wasn't the first time Gwent had had another man's cock in his ass. Every member of Daria's Black Army underwent a similar event at least once as part of his initiation into the force; Gwent himself had been welcomed into the Black Army, into the Vanguard, and most recently into the Queen's Bodyguard in this same way.

It still hurt, though, particularly with so little spittle applied to Rickon's cock. But luckily for Gwent, his supervisor wasn't as well hung as he himself was. And it was humiliating, too, particularly in the presence of female slaves and servants who -- at any other time -- were subordinate to him and required to do as he ordered.

"Watch!" Daria commanded when she saw that Gwent had closed his eyes to the sudden invasion of his sphincter by his Commander's cock. The Queen looked to each and every member of her staff to ensure that all were fully appreciating the lesson, then looked to the younger, newer Bodyguard and asked, "Why have you stopped?"

Realizing that he'd ceased pounding into the female slave, Gwent did his best to recommence his thrusting into her. It was difficult with another man's cock inside the very muscles that were aiding him in fucking the girl, but he -- and Rickon behind him -- found a rhythm. Despite having no desire in doing so, Gwent grunted as his cock began emptying into poor Anaka, who was close to passing out from not being able to draw enough air into her lungs. A dozen slams against the back of the young Bodyguard resulted in Rickon giving out a big, satisfied, and not-at-all-reluctant grunt of his own as his cock, too, began spewing out its contents.

By now, Daria had curled around behind Meara and sat down on the bed. Her gaze wasn't on what was happening at the other end of the table anymore; her gaze was fully on Meara. As Gwent was cumming inside Anaka, she softly asked the new sex slave with a surprisingly polite and friendly tone, "Did you enjoy your time with your island friend...? Did she teach you many, wonderful things, Meara?"

Daria didn't know whether the village girl's answer would be a single word or several sentences; how was Meara dealing with this multiple and odd rape? When the girl finished speaking, though, Daria -- seemingly undisturbed by the sobbing girl of the orgasming men -- continued the conversation with, "I'm happy you are with me, Meara. I've missed my baths."

Once Rickon was finally finished and -- with his Mistress's nod -- stood to put his clothes back together and escort Gwent away, Daria commanded the other women, "Get out, and take her with you."

She gestured the standing three to take Anaka, then softly told Meara, "You stay."

Once they were all alone, Daria stood, studied Meara, and -- presuming the slave girl understood she wanted to bathe -- told her simply, "Let's begin."

 

[SandS13]

Meara had absolutely no idea what was coming as Daria called for the commander. She kept her attention on Gwent’s shirt. It was neutral and it made it seem as if she was watching. She couldn’t bear to look at either of their faces and she was actively blocking out the sounds of Anaka’s tears.

She gagged as she heard Rickon spit and then saw him push Gwent forward. It suddenly hit her why Daria had called Rickon in. Meara watched in horror as Rickon moved, impaling Gwent. She had to suppress the noise that threatened to escape. He was having sex...with Gwent...no, not sex, rape. She had no idea men did such things to each other.

Meara jumped as Daria yelled for them to watch and then questioned why Gwent had stopped. She held onto Anaka’s arms as the table began to move under the weight of all three. She didn’t know where to look now. Bile rose in her throat. What if when they were done with Anaka she was next as her punishment for sleeping?

Meara became very aware of Daria behind her. She was completely taken by surprise at the queen’s casual...even friendly questions.

“Yes mistress.” It was all she managed to get out. Meara feared she might start crying or worse.

“Thank you mistress.” Meara was completely unnerved by the casualness of the queen despite the scene that was playing out in the tent. She didn’t really register the queen’s complimentary statement by answered out of instinct.

It was done and Meara pulled her hands away as if they had been in hot coals. She was glad to hear Daria tell them to leave and she was about to stand when Daria told her to stay.

She felt a shiver run up her spine as Daria told her to begin.

Meara was on her feet immediately. She got the water ready, oil added. Towels and cloths were set up nearby for easy access. When it was ready for her, Meara bowed her head. “It is ready, mistress.” She had made the water extra hot so that when she was done undressing Daria of her sleeping gown it would be the right temperature rather than too cold. Meara intended to show Daria what she had learned.

She approached and began by moving Daria’s hair over to one shoulder. Her hands moved slowly and sensually over the queen’s body as the sleeping gown seemed to be peeled off Daria’s body. Meara’s fingertips brushed and caressed her skin as it was exposed but never touched her breasts, nipples or sex. It was as Vallaana had shown her, a move of seduction to show the queen how the rest of her body was just as important as the areas that would ensure her arousal and climax. Meara ended the undressing by taking Daria’s hair and shifting it so it hung down her back once more. She put out a hand to help Daria into the tub.

Meara let the queen settle back before removing her own dress and shoes. She climbed in and began to wash Daria. She spent the first thirty mins on her legs, arms and stomach, stopping only to add more hot water before Daria could comment on the temperature. She then had Daria move forward, never saying anything but simply using her hands to guide her. Meara climbed in behind the woman and spent forty five minutes washing and rubbing Daria’s shoulders and back before washing her hair. Every touch was done with purpose. No hesitation, no tremble. Meara wanted her to know she had been a good student and would please her mistress.

She got out once more, adjusted the water and climbed back in, moving between Daria’s legs. Her knees kept Daria’s legs apart and her soapy hands began to massage Daria’s breasts. Her fingers brushed Daria’s nipples over and over again before lightly capturing them. She gently rolled the nubs between her finger tips.

Meara lifted her eyes to looked at Daria as one hand moved lower, tracing a line down her stomach over her mound and then over her folds. She began slowly stroking the queen’s soft pussy. Her palm moved, putting a little pressure on Daria’s clit. Once more her hand moved and her thumb began to very gently rub the hard bundle of nerves.

 

[PennySaver]

Although she hid it very well, Daria was a ball of tensed nerves by the time the punishment was over; the violence of the dual rape was nothing compared to what she'd seen down in the valley over the past several days.

So the sex slave's treatment of her was absolutely magical. Daria had no trouble at all realizing immediately that Meara's caressing, gentle treatment of her was far more skilled than it had been the first two times. She opened her eyes often to study the girl, only to then close them again at the wondrous feeling of the slave's hands upon her.

By the time Meara found her Queen's labia and clitoris, Daria body was a quivering mess. She lowered herself further in the tub, laying the backs of her thighs upon the fronts of Meara's, then began rolling her hips in concert with the sex servants up and down manipulation of her pleasure button. She purred and moaned and in whispers often complimented or sometimes directed the girl...

...until finally the pleasure peeked within her and she exploded in a climax that -- when she had time to contemplate it later -- Daria would realize was unlike anything she'd ever experienced before. The cries of building pleasure became a long, loud gasp of euphoric release … her body trembled to its core … her chest rose and fell with gasping breaths … and then, slowly, she sunk down into the water … spent … sated … and for the first time in weeks … content with the moment of time in which she found herself...

Daria lay there for the longest time, simply reveling in the afterglow of the best sexual encounter for which she could have hoped. Then, finally, she opened her eyes to look at Meara, who'd been sitting there in silence, her hand still in her Mistresses crotch but now only gently caressing her inner thighs.

"More hot water, Meara," Daria whispered softly, adding for likely the first time since they'd met, "Please."

Daria directed the slave in emptying several pitchers before filling the tub from the steaming hot pot atop the flames. When Meara returned to the water, Daria gestured her to turn away, then urged the girl back into the water; the slave ended up laying with her back to her Mistress's bosom, belly, and sex. Daria curled Meara's arms in over her belly and wrapped her own over the girl's firm breasts; it wasn't meant to be overly erotic and became more comforting instead. Daria closed her eyes again and laid her head back into the rim pillow; they just laid there for the longest time.

"There was a deer trail … running through the woods … down in the valley to the north of the fighting," the older of the two women began some time later with a soft, musing voice, as if telling a story to a child. "A scout had returned … he'd found a bridge still intact … we'd been looking for one … we wanted to flank..."

Her words faded away for a moment; her hands had begun caressing the soft and yet first breasts of the young slave laying against her. "When we arrived, a single man was guarding the bridge … a farmer … not even a soldier … or a militia man … he stood there … in the middle of the bridge … guarding it … with a pitchfork made of a tri-forked tree branch..."

Absent mindedly, Daria began fumbling with one of Meara's nipples. It hardened between the Queen's fingers, not that the one doing the pleasuring consciously noticed. "One of my archers drew back an arrow, but I stopped him. I dismounted … I approached … I asked the man why, in the face of such overwhelming odds … I had 12 men with me … maybe more … I asked him why he would face us down … why he would risk his life to prevent us from crossing ... knowing that we could easily kill him and cross anyway..."

Daria's other hand began slipping down Meara's body, finding the girl's thick muff. Her fingertips played amongst the kinky curls, just as absentmindedly as her other fingertips were still toying with a hardened nipple. She chuckled -- short and soft -- as if amazed with something unbelievable. "He told me … a squad of soldiers from the army with which we were fighting had come to his farm the day before … they had eaten his food, stolen his hog, and raped his wife … eight men … they each had a go at her … then … they told him that if he did not fight their enemies … his enemies … they would come back again … they would rape his wife again … they would kill her … they would rape her dead body … and then … they would take his two daughters back to their camp … and they would be shared amongst the five hundred strong force … until there was simply nothing left of them to share..."

Daria's eyes closed as she recalled the two girls standing up at the burned out hut. She explained about them, "They were girls … maybe ten … eleven Circles...

"Your hair is getting wet, Meara," Daria said after another long pause. She reached a hand up to pull the slave's incredibly long hair -- now with the last several inches wet -- out from one side around to the other, much as Meara had done for her earlier while being bathed. Then, taking hold of a handful of it near the back base of the girl's skull, Daria turned Meara's head around far enough to look into the girl's mesmerizing blue eyes. "You are a beautiful girl … too much so to be a slave."

Daria pressed her mouth to Meara's in a soft but erotic kiss. She urged the girl's lips open, and the tips of their tongues pressed against one another. The Queen groped one of the slave's breasts in one hand while the fingers of the other began exploring Meara's sex, as they had during that first bath so many days ago. Daria went quickly to work on the girl's labia and slit … and soon enough it was the slave's turn to explode in orgasm...

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What was to come would be the first true night of passion and desire between the two women. After drying one another off, Daria led Meara to her bed, pulled her close, and made love to her as opposed to simply having the girl pleasure her as was expected. Daria hadn't put her mouth to another woman's sex in six, seven years … not since the last time she'd truly been in love.

But it came back to her, like riding a horse after years of being afoot. She grasped Meara's thighs in strong hand, holding the girl as she writhed on her back to the pleasured provided alternately by her Mistress's lips, tongue, and fingers. The brunette beauty exploded four, five, six times; it was hard to tell at times where one climax ended and another began or if perhaps they were both the same explosive event.

Even though Meara offered, Daria turned down more pleasuring of her own body. When exhaustion came upon her, the Queen simply pulled her slave tightly against her, entangling their bodies together as one, and just before passing out for a badly needed slumber, whispered, "Meara … you are a slave no longer. You are free. Tomorrow … I go back to their field. I will leave you a purse. It will support you for … quite a while. If you are not here when I return … I will not pursue you. You are free..."

She laid her head back, sleep just seconds away, as she finished, almost incomprehensible, "But … if you are still here … you will be free … with me..."

And she slipped away into a long, deep, and comforting slumber.

 

[SandS13]

Meara put all she had learned into her touch. She sucked on her lower lip as her fingers manipulated the queen’s body. The blonde warrior was moving, moaning and guiding her. Meara did all she asked and read her body as Vallaana had taught her to.

She was rewarded for her work as Daria cried out, body trembling and breath coming in deep heavy gasps. Meara slowed her touch and let Daria ride out the wave of pleasure. She did not strive for another as Daria seemed quite satiated but she did keep things warm and sensual. She caressed the strong thighs that kept Daria on her horse. She admired the woman that lay in the tub before her. She feared her too but she was truly in awe of her.

“Yes, mistress.” Meara stepped out of the tub, emptied some of the water as directed and the added new hot water as the queen wanted. She got back in the tub, ready to continue touching the queen but moved as Daria directed. She laid back, a little unsure but eventually settled comfortably against Daria. She almost drifted off, held in the queen’s arms in the hot water.

Meara listened as Daria told her what had happened. She said nothing but did tense when the woman spoke of the girls and the soldiers' threats. She was focused on her story, not her touch.

She was about to apologize, to move her hair so it did not bother Daria when she found her head being turned and her mouth claimed. She kissed Daria back, her lips parting to let the queen’s tongue press to hers. They moved together. Meara cried out as Daria’s fingers worked her to an intense orgasm. She had not been expecting that the queen would touch her but she was glad she had. In Meara’s mind it meant she had done well.

Meara dried Daria off in the same sensual way she had undressed her. She prepared the bed and let Daria pull her close. She was not prepared for what came next. Where Vallaana had been about teaching her, coaching her...Daria was truly trying to please Meara. The slave was, at first confused as she was here to serve the queen but that quickly faded in a cloud of pleasure. Daria was firm, hands strong on Meara’s flesh. She found the way the woman held her, touched her to only heighted her arousal.

Daria’s tongue danced on her sex, her fingers found places in her she did not know existed. Meara cried out over and over again, writhing and moving under Daria. Her hands gripped the bedding and her body glistened with a faint sheen of sweat. She was left panting and in a state of euphoria as Daria moved to lay beside her. Meara was a little worried when Daria turned down her offers to do the same to her. Those fears were alleviated when Daria pulled her close and began to drift off.

Meara laid there awake as Daria slept. Free.

Sleep came, mostly based on how tired her body was from how Daria had pleasured it.

In the morning, Daria was gone. Meara woke and immediately set to work on cleaning. She ignored the small purse that was left for her. She stepped out of the tent to shake out the linens and carpets. Gwent was standing there. Meara frowned but kept up her work.

She made the tent spotless and then went to see what she could gather from around them. Gwent followed her. Meara had been weighing out Daria's offer and she had come to the conclusion it was a test to see if she was loyal or not. Now, the fact that Gwent followed her seemed to solidify that feeling. If she had tried to leave she was sure he would have tried to stop her.

The tent was immaculate. Meara sat on the floor and was working on removing the knots from her curls with her fingers.

 

[PennySaver]

It was well after noon when Gwent entered Daria's tent without announcing himself ... and carrying his blade. He noted Meara's surprise at his actions, something for which their Queen would have had him repeatedly raped, then beaten, then hacked into little pieces which would be displayed all about the camp on pikes.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a serious tone of surprise. "Why are you still here?"

He gave Meara a moment to answer, but when she only stared at him with a confused expression, he clarified, "You are free! You may leave this place. You are no longer a slave..."

He stepped forward a bit as he spoke those words, then -- with a sort of desperate tone in his voice -- he added, "...and we can leave now. We can get away from this … this horror!"

Gwent didn't know whether or not Meara understood his full meaning: if she left, he got to go with her. He'd been assigned to protect her, for as long as she wanted his protection. And he wanted the fuck out of this place! Meara was his chance … his only chance.

 

[SandS13]

When Gwent entered the tent Meara froze in fear. She shifted, getting to her knees and preparing to run should he come at her. He had his blade on his hip. Her eyes moved to it.

"I- it is a trick...if I leave you are going to- " Her mind flashed back to yesterday and the table and Anaka. Meara turned her head and shut her eyes, willing the image to go away. She frowned.

"We? I do not understand?" Meara relaxed just a little. "This is a trick to see if I am loyal isn't it? To see if I would take the purse and run. Then I would be a thief and a run away."

 

[PennySaver]

Gwent listened to Meara's response in disbelief; he may have been new to the Bodyguard detachment, but he had been a member of and then a mid-level officer within the Black Army for almost three years, and he knew Daria well enough to know that if she had declared Meara free, she was free!

He reached inside his jacket as he approached the frightened girl, fished out a leather pouch, and unfolded it. Inside was a thick piece of parchment that featured Daria's coat of arms. "Can you read...?"

He waited for Meara's answer, then told her, "This is a Right of Passage, signed by the Queen. With it, you can go anywhere within her realm … any where. No man can question your freedom of movement … or mine … if I accompany you."

Gwent's tone conspicuously revealed his own desire to be away from the war … or perhaps simply away from Daria, it was difficult to know. He finished with an emotional, "Freedom ... it can be yours. You only have to choose."

 

[SandS13]

Meara was extremely tense as he approached. When Gwent reached into his jacket she whimpered and reflexively tried to protect herself.

She frowned and hesitantly reached out to take the parchment. "Free?" Meara's eyes met Gwent's and she blinked twice as if trying to figure out if he was telling the truth. She looked at the parchment. "This is real? I can leave?"

Meara was overwhelmed. Where would she go? Home was an option but what was left? She could start there. It was a place she knew. She had never gone anywhere else. "I-I have nothing to take with me."

She looked around and then moved towards the tent opening slowly. She watched Gwent. "I can leave?" The parchment was clutched to her chest.

 

[PennySaver]

(OOC: the blue and bold, along with punctuation in general, is difficult on my phone, and I don't want to sometimes use it and sometimes not as I switch between phone and computer, so I am going to use only the bold.)

"Free? This is real? I can leave?"

"Yes," Gwent confirmed. His lips spread in a bit of a smile as he realized Meara was beginning to understant that this was not some sort of ploy to test her loyalty. "The Queen has released you from your bondage."

It hadn't been much of a period of enslavement, of course, as Meara had been taken war hostage just a bit more than a Moon ago. But the girl's life had been altered in ways she'd likely never imagined, just as Gwent's had when he'd involuntarily joined the Black Army.

He watched her with curiosity as she looked around Daria's tent. "I-I have nothing to take with me."

"The Queen left you coin," Gwent said, knowing that Daria had left Meara a purse. "What more do you need? Throw on a wrap and pack a roll of bedding. I have bags already packed on my horse with food and supplies. And I have a horse waiting for you at the corral. Can you ride?"

Gwent couldn't help but chuckle a bit at that. He could still remember the day he'd picked her up on the far side of the pass and delivered her here. She'd clutched to him like a baby bear in the top of a tree during a wolf pack attack. He waited for her to get what she needed and watched her exit the tent. She just stood there for a moment; Gwent emerged and had to curl around her to get out as she limited her escape to just a single small step.

"I can leave?"

Gwent looked to the travel permit Meara was clutching to her chest. He reached a hand out for it. "I will carry this for you, as your escort. If you ever choose to go on without me, all you need do is ask for it. I am your servant now … Mistress Meara."

 

[SandS13]

Meara looked up at Gwent as he took the parchment. “My escort? You will come with me?” His words before had not really sunken in. The prospect both frightened and made her happy.

He smiled and led her to the corral where the horses were waiting. He helped her onto the horse and Meara hung onto him for dear life. As Gwent rode out of the camp, Meara held her breath, she feared that at the last minute it would prove to be a ruse. Someone would stop them or she would be pulled from the horse and punished.

No one did. Meara’s arms grew tired of holding onto Gwent but it was because she was so tense, holding on so tight that she had used all of her energy. Her head rested against his back as the tension eased from her body and made her tired.

They rode for a while, Meara had started to drift off and it was then that Gwent stopped. They had some water, stretched their legs and mounted up again. This time, Gwent had Meara sit in front of him. This way, he told her he could ensure she did not fall off if she fell asleep. She felt odd being pressed against his chest, her backside nestled between his thighs but he made no move to touch her, much to her relief.

“I would like to go home.”

“Where is home?”

“Greendale.”

Gwent made a soft click with his tongue. “I do not know if we will find much there.”

“I know but I need to start there. I have never been anywhere else. I know nothing of the land.”

“Then I will take you there.”

It would be days to get there but they were in no hurry. Gwent knew that they would not be followed even if Meara still had doubts.

The first night he made a fire, made up a soft area for her to sleep and took his position on the opposite side of her. Meara still laid there for a long time worried that he would do something to her but then she remember how he had not wanted to rape Anaka. Her heart hurt for him.

“I am glad she sent you to escort me. Do you have to go back once I get to my home?”

 

[PennySaver]

Gwent was torn when Meara told him, “I would like to go home.”

He had been part of the attack on her home village, in the killing of most of their men, the enslavement of most of the community's survivors which, of course, had included Meara herself. Gwent was a brute, like many of the other Black Army soldiers were; he hadn't participated in unnecessary killing or any raping. But still, he would never be welcomed there, and if Meara found friends or family there and decided to remain with them, Gwent knew that his mission to protect her was over because he would never be accepted there.

But then, maybe that was a good thing. Gwent had been given a purse of coin as well, though certainly not as large and valuable as Meara's. Once he had concluded his service to Meara, Gwent was supposed to return here, to the battlefield. He didn't want to come back here; he wouldn't. He would flee to a distant land someplace, where the tattoo on his forearm that identified him as a Black Army soldier wouldn't be recognized, meaning that he just might escape being taken into custody as a deserter and returned to be executed.

They made their way to and through the pass, down the other side through the Follower's camp, and away from the battle front. Gwent mostly walked the horse, putting it into a slow, gentle canter or trot only occasionally. It was a large, powerful animal, bred and trained to carry a warrior and all his arms and armor, yet the weight of a second person -- even one as petite as Meara -- would tire the animal quickly if it was pushed.

“I am glad she sent you to escort me," Meara told him after they'd laid down for the night. "Do you have to go back once I get to my home?”

"Yes, I am still a member of our Mistress's--" He stopped short, realizing that our Mistress didn't apply to Meara anymore. He corrected, "I am still a Bodyguard. I have a duty to Queen Daria."

He was lying, of course, but Meara didn't need to know that. He told her, "But I am to protect you for as long as you wish it … days, months, years if need be. I have papers as well, papers that allow me to collect payroll from any Black Army detachment we come across. I am and will continue to be paid to serve as your escort until you, Mistress Meara, release me from your service."

They chatted some more, and the lengthening lulls in the conversation became a lasting one when first Meara fell asleep and Gwent did the same shortly afterward. He wasn't concerned about them being set upon in the night; when out on his own or with a squad too small to support a night watch, Gwent stretched a thin string in a circle around the trunks of the trees on their camping spots perimeter, upon which he dangled little noise makers made of steel that would jingle like a bell if disturbed. Once during the night, Gwent did find himself being awoken by the tinkle-tinkle, only to open his eyes and see a wild dog sniffing at the little bell, wondering what it was before being run off by the man.

Morning came, they ate some of the salted meat and dried foods he'd packed, and off they went again. They made better time than the Black Army had coming this direction, and yet it would still take them a handful of days to reach Greendale.

The third day, they reached the large, open field in which the Black Army had camped after pillaging Greendale. There were a few tents still set up here, encircling a fire pit. One Black Army troop tent housed soldiers who'd been injured and weren't ambulatory; a woman from the Followers camp was caring for them. The remaining tents were filled with civilians who hadn't followed the Black Army when it moved, which often happened for one reason or another.

Gwent eased Meara down to the ground, then dismounted himself. It was tool late to continue on to Greendale, and he suggested that perhaps they camp here tonight, either with those here or separately.

 

[SandS13]

They dismounted and Meara looked around. It was strange to be back here, the place this all started. It was only days but it felt like a lifetime. She had gone from simple farm girl, sheltered and naive to slave. Not just a slave, slave to a queen and had been shown things that Meara had never even dreamed of. Now, she was once again free.

They set up a camp a bit away from the rest. At some point in the night Meara needed to relieve herself and wandered into the nearby brush. She tried to cry out as a hand clamped over her mouth.

“I know you...the queen’s bed warmer..****n away did you? I bet she will pay a pretty penny to get you back.” The voice was hard in her ear. The hand on her mouth was rough and dirty. The body pressed against her was large and hard. Meara started to cry.

“Oh...such pretty tears. I wonder if I can make you cry harder…” A hand began to lift her dress.

The man cried out and released Meara. She went to run but a hand grabbed her. “Calm, Meara.” Gwent pulled her in and held her close to him. The other man lay on the ground moaning. “I knocked him in the back of the head. Come.” He pulled Meara back to their camp. Gwent sat and had her lay down, her head in his lap. “No more wandering off. It is good that I set alarms for myself.”

Meara was shaking but Gwent held her until she fell asleep.

In the morning they rode out to Greendale. Meara found her home burnt to the ground. She started crying. “What do I do now? Where do I go?”

 

[PennySaver]

When they arrived at the outskirts of what had once been a flourishing village and Meara began crying, Gwent was heart broken. Just enough of the community had survived that those who'd survived the attack had deemed it worth rebuilding. It was sort of a given that wherever there was clean water and tillable land, peasants would put down roots, even amongst the ashes and graves of a razed village.

“What do I do now? Where do I go?”

And yet again, Gwent found himself torn. He'd been tasked with protecting Meara, and he would continue to be paid for his protection for as long as they remained within Daria's realm. And while he'd always been a loyal servant -- to whoever his master or mistress was at the time -- Gwent would have loved nothing more than to get on his horse and ride away … without Meara.

Then he once again conjured up a thought that had been dogging him since he learned he'd be looking after and escorting the young beauty … the young beauty who he knew -- from what he'd heard while on watch outside his Queen's tent -- was a creature of intense, sexual energies and capabilities.

"You could remain with me, Meara," Gwent told her. He didn't use the title Mistress this time around; this suggestion was coming from a more personal beginning. When she looked to him, Gwent said with a tentative tone, "I have been tasked with protecting you for as long as you wish to have my protection … and I will never let anything happen to you during that time … but … I could offer you that protection … if you wanted … as my wife."

 

[SandS13]

Meara was so stunned that she almost fell over. "You do not know me. You cannot want me as a wife. I have nothing to offer you." Her eyes filled with tears. She moved to him. "I thought you were supposed to go back to the army. You were supposed to stay with me? As long as I wished?"

Her hand hesitantly went out to touch his. "You should not offer such things so lightly."

 

[PennySaver]

"You do not know me," Meara responded to Gwent's obviously unexpected proposal. "You cannot want me as a wife. I have nothing to offer you."

"You have everything a man would want from a woman, Meara," he responded with a sincere tone as he took a couple of steps closer to her. "You are beautiful … young … healthy … beautiful."

He smiled … and even blushed. "I may have said that already … that you are beautiful."

He stepped a bit closer still. "I am but a simple soldier … I know nothing of family … I know nothing of what it means to build a home … to provide for it. But you know the village life. You could teach me."

Meara approached him this time, asking if he weren't supposed to return to the army. "My orders were to stay with you for as long as you wanted my protection. As long ... as you want it."

She reached out to him, and Gwent saw that as a good sign. He paid his own hand upon hers as she said, "You should not offer such things so lightly."

"There is nothing light about what I offer, Meara," he said squeezing her hand and pulling her a bit closer to him. "I have wanted you from the moment I laid eyes upon you. I envied our Mistress for her time with you. I envied the island girl as well. Yes … I know of your training with Vahanna--"

He mispronounced her name, having only heard it spoken once the day that he was assigned to escort Meara to the dark skinned girl's tent for sexual training. Gwent continued about that training, "--and of with her brother. I want you to know, Meara … like any man wishing to be with a woman of such beauty as your own, I would have liked to be your first lover … but … my desire for you … my desire to be with you … is not diminished because another man has already had the honor and privilege of being within you."

From outside Vallaana's tent, Gwent had been able to hear the ecstatic sounds of Naan's being pleasured by Meara; he's assumed -- incorrectly, as it was -- that that pleasure had been found while the big man was balls deep inside the Queen's sex slave.

 

[SandS13]

"I am not beautiful." She looked away as she stood there, his hand on hers. "And my training was not what you think..." Meara looked up at him. "I am untouched by a man. The queen would not- that is not what I-"

Meara stepped back and looked down at her feet. "I am not beautiful. I am simple, i know nothing of the world. I was trained to please the queen, trained to please a man with my mouth." She turned very bright red now. "I am untouched by a man. Vallaana trained me to please the queen, she would not let her brother..." She couldn't bring herself to say it.

"I have no home. Where would we go?" Her blue eyes lifted to look at his face. He was so sincerely, so genuine. Meara didn't know how to handle such openness.

 

[PennySaver]

"I am not beautiful."

Gwent was surprised by her contrary reply to his compliment. She may have been a simple village girl, but Meara was one of the most beautiful young creatures upon whose face -- and body -- Gwent had ever laid his eyes.

Just as she was shocked at his proposal, Gwent was surprised by the news that she was still pure of body … at least, down there! The big man from the island hadn't put his cock inside the former slave's sex. That still didn't mean that Gwent would get the opportunity, though.

"I have no home. Where would we go?"

"Oont'lands," Gwent said without hesitation. The expression on Meara's face told him that she'd never heard of it. "It means Low Lands. It is far from here, on the north coast … two Moons by walking horse. It is part of Queen Daria's realm, but its Lord pledged his loyalty to her peacefully, so there is no war there. The Black Army has very little presence there, but there is a Treasury Liaison, so if I cannot find work on a farm or in a trade ... I could present my papers and still collect pay as your protector. We would never be without money, Meara."

He stepped closer to her again, reaching out to take her hand, though, he didn't know whether she would give it. He said with a sincere tone, "I could support you, Meara. I could support you … and our children … our strong sons, and our beautiful daughters."