“She was given the opportunity to beg the use of the mate designated by you,” said the Hulna, “yet she refuses to do so. Her need has nearly consumed her, but she seems to fear the male. How might one feel fear for a male?”
I looked upon the Hulna as she gazed in scorn upon the female Karil, understanding that this warrior, undoubtedly like many others, had no knowledge of males save as sthuvad to their clans. I knew not which would be the greater punishment for the female Karil, to be allowed to go unused, or to be forced to the use of the male, yet did I know which was the more necessary. For the sake of my warriors, then, the female Karil would be thoroughly done.
“Have the male I had designated removed from the enclosure he shares with others and placed within an unoccupied enclosure,” I directed. “Leave the female as she is till this has been done.”
“At once, war leader,” said the Hulna, gesturing two others to her as she strode to the enclosure. They, with swords drawn to keep the balance of the males within, removed the male I had indicated and conducted him to an enclosure not yet in use, his chains arattle as he moved, his anger clear even though his obedience was immediate. The male disliked the points of swords in warrior hands, yet was wiser than to attempt the defiance of them. His anger would undoubtedly mean greater ill for the female Karil, yet had she paved such a path for others many times with her actions. She had cared little for the anger of males when it was others who would bear the weight of it; now would she learn the consequences of such actions.
With the male enclosed as I had ordered, I indicated that the female was now to be taken to him. She cried out as the hands of warriors pulled her to her feet, struggled as they dragged her toward what awaited her, yet I had little pity for her struggles. Others had been denied even so much as the right to struggle, yet had the female been totally uncaring. Now was she being done as she had done others, a state many would benefit from. To know that one will be done as one does others would undoubtedly change the actions of many a city folk. My war leaders, their task seen to, began to rejoin me, then curiously followed as I moved the closer to the enclosure the female had been thrust within.
“Do not leave me in here!” screamed the female, scrambling to her feet from the thrust which had sent her to the floor of the enclosure, turning immediately and running to pound upon the now closed door. Her bare, round body quivered with the fear she felt, a sight not lost to the male who awaited her. He, who had been forced to the far side of the enclosure so that the female might be put within, grinned as he looked upon her and slowly began to advance.
“You shall not be merely left, my pretty,” said he, advancing more slowly than his chains accounted for. “I have given my word to have you hot and hopping, and so shall I do.”
“Oh, no!” screamed the female, turning to stare upon the male with widened eyes, her back pressed painfully to the lines of metal. The male paused to remove the rag about his loins, baring his excitement, and nearly did the female faint at the sight. “No, do not touch me,” whispered the female, edging toward the corner of the enclosure. “I cannot bear the thought that I will be— No! I will give you anything, every silver piece I own, if only you will leave me untouched! I am wealthy beyond your imaginings, and it will all be yours! All!”
“Very well,” said the male with a laugh, halting perhaps two paces from her. “I will accept your offer. Go now and fetch the silver pieces for me.”
“I cannot!” whispered the female, eyes widened once again. “Those savages and their swords—I cannot!”
“Exactly,” nodded the male, his tone dry. “What wealth you possess is now bared before me, already mine to do with as I please. For endless feyd has it been my wish to see you brought so low, you who see yourself so far above those you humiliate and sell. Come and kneel before me, wench, and prepare yourself for the due which has been overlong in coming to you.”
The female screamed, undeniably a refusal, and sought to claw her way from the enclosure through the lines of metal. The male growled his anger and strode to her, his step hampered by the chain stretched between his ankles, yet in no more than a moment was his fist in her hair, pulling her toward him. Well did she struggle and beat at his chest, crying out in pain when his fist tightened within her hair, yet was she easily drawn from the corner of the enclosure to its center. Once there her struggles abruptly ceased, no doubt in an effort to ease the pain the male brought with his grip, yet an easing of pain was not to be her lot.
“Your body pleases me, wench,” said he, looking down upon the female he held so cruelly. She, fear so strong upon her that the smell was plain, held to the chain between his brawny wrists and did no more than whimper. “Are you not pleased that I find you of interest?” he asked.
“Yes, yes I am pleased!” she cried in pain, her head undoubtedly ringing from the shake the male had given it. “I beg you, release me, I cannot bear the pain!”
“Please forgive me, high lady!” the male exclaimed, releasing her at once as though bound to do her bidding. “I had not realized you were in such discomfort. I must, of course, immediately make amends.”
Those warriors about me laughed aloud, covering the cry of dismay coming from the female Karil as the male, an arm about her waist, sat himself upon the enclosure floor, drawing her down with him and to his lap. Again did she cry out, in more than dismay, struggling to take her bare flesh from his, yet the male took her wrists behind her and held them so with one hand, the other reaching toward her body. The chain which linked his wrists disallowed the matter to be easily seen to, therefore did he bend the female backward, over the width of his thigh, arched like the curve of a bow, in order to have free run of her body. The shock of being done so froze the female briefly, yet was she quickly brought from shock when the hand of the male sought and found her heat.
“Ah, now has your comfort been restored, high lady,” said the male, paying no mind to the gasping, gurgling sounds produced by the female. “And yet, it now seems another discomfort is upon you. Your soft, slender body writhes beneath my hand, as though requiring immediate attention. Surely this is so?”
“No, no!” cried the female, indeed writhing well to the slow, rhythmic stroking of the male. “I do not wish to be taken and used! I shall die if you continue to touch me so, I shall die!”
“There will be no death for you, lady wench,” laughed the male, continuing his ministrations. “Nor will there be surcease from your need, not till I have deemed you sufficiently punished. Scream if you will, and beg if you wish, yet all will be to no avail. ”
The male then lowered his lips to her upthrust breasts, drawing the scream he had spoken of, yet was he deaf to that and those following, just as he had vowed. His kisses and caresses continued only a short time, however, before the female indeed began to beg her use. Had she been sent to him cold it would not have been done so quickly, yet she had been sent to him well heated by the touches of the other males. He, however, ignored her pleas for two hands of reckid and more, only then admitting himself unable to continue so, as the strain of his body clearly showed. Quickly, then, was the female put to her back, her legs spread wide, and he had presented himself to her womanhood. Her writhing slowed as fear again possessed her, yet was the fear too late in coming. Of no consequence was the female to that male, therefore did he enter her with a single, savage thrust, causing her to throw her head back with a wild scream of pain, finding less and more than the satisfaction she had craved. Her weeping began in earnest as the male began to satisfy himself fully, and then did I turn and walk from the enclosure.