The Barbarian's Pleasure - Extended Version

Note from the Author:

There are forced sexual acts and dark animalistic elements. Please read with caution.

These are teaser chapters for you to enjoy.

“I won’t be your slave!” She decreed.

A five foot tall rabbit hurling words like they were rocks. It amused Mardichi. “Won’t ye?”

“No!” She yanked at the men holding her. Making the chain between her shackled wrists rattle as she took what she intended to be a threatening step toward him.

“Amusing.” He drawled.

The slave trader had a string of women on the line. Most of them prettier then this one. Taller and more hearty.

But this one intrigued Mardichi. “I like a bit of fire.” He rumbled.

The rest of the women were cowering from him. Nearly eight foot tall he loomed like an ominous shadow. A scar running along his jaw companioned with his vibrant red hair and light blue eyes made him a striking presence.

But this tiny bird was fearless shouting what she would or would not do.

“Hold her.” Mardichi drawled boredly. Approaching her in several long steps.

Despite all her bold cries she shivered when drew close.

She was afraid.

Even more interesting that she had enough courage to feign all her belligerent facade.

“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!” She cried.

“And you terrify me.” He said boredly. Imitating her propensity for untruths mockingly. He hooked a finger on the dirty, long white tunic all the slave girls were clad in. Pulling it out from her body to peer beneath it. Glimpsing the pert white breasts tinged with large dark nipples.

“Her breasts are small and she’s too skinny.” Mardichi complained.

“But formed well. Look at the curves!” The slave trader smacked her ass, making one buttock jiggle slightly. “And a tiny waist.” The two guards held her upper arms apart making her still as she struggled against them. The trader gripped her tiny waist from behind. Framing it’s narrow width in his hands. Gripping the tunic against her.

“Her breasts are nowhere near large enough to stroke my cock atween.”

“But pert and ripe for the pickin’ nonetheless.” The trader persuaded.

“You just try!” She fought like a hellcat. “Either of you!” She looked at him. Turning up her chin impudently.

“Is she tight?” Mardichi asked, vaguely intrigued.

“Feel her.” The trader offered.

“The hell if you think so!” She fought harder. Managing to elbow one man.

The huge slave trader shouted for more guards to come help until enough were there to hold her still.

The trader crouched behind her and forced apart her squeezed thighs.

“No! No!” She tossed her head.

Mardichi drew up on her. Towering over her as his blue gaze roved her face intensely.

Her large brown doe eyes narrowed up at him. “Don’t do it.”

“I do what I want.” He hissed. Leaning to catch the bottom of her tunic and lift it to her pubic bone, still blocking her privates from the rest of the gathered buyers. His other hand slid down between her pried open thighs and he sunk a single wide finger into her softness.

She cried out. Tossing her body further and back in objection.

Mardichi swirled the finger inside her. Testing her tightness. Very tight.