Story 3 written by BrigandAmazonPrincess
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Tyra’s whole body trembled with excitement as she entered the villages large communal meeting hall.
She walked passed all of her sisters and daughters until she joined her sister Kyren in front of Freya,
their Queen Mother. Amazon warriors called each other sister, all the younger girls,
daughters, and their Queen Mother.
Freya however, was Tyra’s birth mother which made her a princess.
Her ancestors had all been proud and skilled warriors and had ruled their tribe for generations.
Kelda, was Tyra’s birth sister and being the eldest would succeed their Mother as Queen.
Jealousy didn't exist in the Amazon tribes and Tyra was happy to be just a princess.
Tonight they were celebrating Tyra and Kyren’s 25th year, their second coming of age,
the age of procreation. The girls would leave the village early the next morning on their first manhunt.
While behind a matriarchal society, Amazons needed men to procreate with and being slaves,
the men would watch the children and keep their owners huts in order.
The tribes High Priestess performed a blessing ritual to ensure a short and successful hunt.
At the end of the ceremony Kyren’s birth mother gave her beautifully crafted bow.
Freya gave Tyra a very special gift, her grandmothers knife. After many hugs and wishes of good luck,
the other Amazons slowly departed the meeting hall and returned to their huts.
Tyra knew from experience that the entire village would be waiting in the morning to see them off on their hunt.
Sleep eluded Tyra as she knew it would, the excitement still racing through her.
When at last she saw the first graying of the dawn she began to get prepared for the hunt.
She pulled on a simple short utilitarian leather skirt and laced it tightly up the sides.
Next a simple leather top that slipped over her head,
went around her back and neck and laced up between her ample 38D breasts.
She pulled on her thigh high leather riding boots to protect her legs and laced then tightly.
She proudly buckled her belt on and slipped her grandmothers knife into its sheath on her side.
The leather band adorned with a golden disk bearing her family crest was slipped around her head.
Finally she pulled her cherished bow and a quiver of arrows over her back,
picked up her net used to catch the men, and exited her hut. She saddled her huge white stallion,
Alrekr then slipped her sword into its scabbard mounted on the saddle.
She tied her net carefully in place behind the saddle and led Alrekr out of the corral.
In the center of the village she joined Kyren and the others for more hugs and well wishes.
The gathered Amazons waved farewell as the girls mounted their steeds and rode off in search of their prey.
The girls knew they would have to travel for several days to find any men,
since only the most fool hearted would venture into Amazon lands.
They decided that their best chance for a prized catch would be the larger villages to the south near the great sea.
The girls covered many miles traveling at a steady pace all day stopping only for a quick deer hunt
before making camp.
Kyren skinned and prepared the small deer Tyra had shot as they made their camp for the night.
Amazons knew that the few tribes of barbarian men around prized them as slaves.,
so Tyra and Kyren alternated sleeping and keeping watch through the night.
After a quick breakfast of jerky and dried bread, the girls continued their quest.
Their journey remained uneventful until the third day.
Shortly after breaking camp on the fourth morning their luck changed.
As they approached a stream to water their horses,
they spotted three men filling their canteens and watering their horses a little way farther down stream.
Hiding in the brush the girls watched the men for several minutes trying to determine if they were alone
or part of a larger group.
Finally convinced the men were alone the girls decided to try and capture all three of the men.
They mounted their horses, checked their nets, and charged down the hill towards the startled men.
They were a fearsome sight with Tyra's rich blonde waist length hair,
and Kyren's waist length ebony hair fanning out behind them each girl screaming their war cries.
The men seeing these two Amazon warriors charging them with their nets at the ready fled into the nearby woods,
closely fallowed by the huntress’.
Too late they realized it was a trap as a thick rope was pulled tight across their paths tripping their horses.
The riders and horses tumbled together into a clearing where they finally came to rest.
Instantly Tyra rolled when she hit the ground and was quickly to her feet ready for battle.
Looking around she saw the horses were up and seemed to be ok but Kyren was still down and wasn't moving.
Tyra grabbed her bow and knocked an arrow as several of the barbarians came charging out of the trees.
She felled three of the men before they surrounded her making her bow useless.
Tyra tossed her bow away and drew her grandmothers knife.
She met the first two men and with lightening speed she wounded them both badly.
Tyra, standing 5’9” was as tall as most of the men and taller than some,
her height and speed combined to make her deadly in a fight.
Two more of the men tried to rush forward and grab her and both paid a heavy price in blood.
Tyra cursed the barbarians, yelling they would never take her alive.
She called them cowards and spat that she would never serve men the likes of them.
Her green eyes flashed with the intensely of an emerald in the noon day sun,
as her anger raged unchecked. A low murmur swept through the men unnoticed to Tyra.
One end of the circle parted, revealing a monster of a man. From his clothes,
the respect he was shown and the fear in the eyes of the barbarians, Tyra knew he was their Chieftain.
He stood in the on the edge of the circle of men and eyed Tyra like a wolf watches a rabbit.
She could feel his ice blue eyes staring right into her very soul.
With a wave of his hand, the men stepped farther back forming a large makeshift arena.
Tyra’s eyes never left the Chieftain as he removed his sword belt and handed it to one of his men.
He pulled a large knife from his belt and calmly stepped into the arena to face her.
Tyra being raised Amazon had no fear of any man,
but he couldn’t help thinking what fine offspring he could have given her.
Hearing Kyren’s voice, she risked a glance around the circle.
She saw Kyren kneeling between two of the barbarians, her elbows were hooked over a pole behind her back
and her wrist were tied together under her heaving breasts.
She was held down by one of the men hands entwined in her ebony hair.
A shriek and the sudden look of horror jolted Tyra’s attention back to her opponent.
She stepped back as she turned to face the Chieftain who was standing only a few feet away.
Tyra had to look up to see the mans face, she judged him to be at least a foot taller then
she was and perhaps twice her size.
She tightened her grip on the carved bone handle of her knife and tensed for the coming battle.
With the speed and gracefulness of a cat she attacked.
The mans huge size hid his deceptive speed, which allowed him to easily dodge her blade.
The men all watched in fascinated silence as these two highly skilled warriors engaged in a dance
as beautiful as it was deadly. Tyra knew she was fighting for her life,
while the Chieftain was fighting to claim a precious gem.
She could not believe the how powerful and skilled this man was.
Only her own speed and skill and maybe a little luck kept her in the fight.
She had cut him several times, but he didn't even seem to notice. In return he had cut her too,
she had barely dodged a slash that cut the laces on her top, exposing her swaying breasts.
She knew he would have killed her had she not dodged away just in time.
Their knives flashed in the sun as they danced around attacking and dodging.
Tyra thought the Chieftain was beginning to weaken and set herself for a final attack.
She rushed at him swinging her knife at his large chest but the
Chieftain dodged her attack and grabbed her waist length hair.
He stepped aside and with a vicious jerk her pulled Tyra off her feet and slammed her flat of her back
on the ground. The force of the landing knocked the breath out of her, stunning her.
The Chieftain quickly disarmed her and rolled her onto her stomach before she could recover.
He placed his huge knee in the small of her back pinning her helplessly to the ground.
She tried to fight but he merely grabbed her arms and pulled them up high behind her back leaving her helpless.
He held her pinned as easily as he would a child despite her enraged attempts to free herself.
The men started chanting Asbjorn, Asbjorn as he pulled Tyra’s top off and tossed it away.
He called to one of his men who stepped forward and tied her elbows and wrists together behind her back
as Asbjorn held her. Once her arms were securely bound he reached back and cut away her skirt,
stood up and stepped away from her.
Tyra lashed out at him kicking him several times before he grabbed her around the ankles.
He pushed her legs together and held her while the same man stepped forward and tied her knees
and ankles together.
Tyra was cursing and threatening the barbarians demanding they free her and Kyren.
She told them she was the princess of her tribe and that she would not be treated like a common slave.
She continued her rant saying she would never submit to a filthy barbarian.
Asbjorn just laughed and using the rope around her ankles he dragged her across the ground on her breasts.
Tyra cried out as the ground scraped her breasts raw.
When Asbjorn reached his horse he lifted Tyra off the ground like a sack of potatoes
and tossed her over the front of his saddle.
He mounted the horse and with one hand held her in place as he rode off towards their encampment.
Once at the barbarian camp Tyra was handed down off the saddle into the waiting arms of four men,
She was carried face down in a very unceremonious way to a short log with legs used to hold saddles.
Tyras futile struggles went unnoticed as they laid her upper body on the log with one breast on either side.
A thick leather belt was placed around her waist and the log, holding her firmly in place.
They lifted her arms painfully high and placed a second belt around her just below her shoulders.
Tyra lashed out with her fist and fingernails trying to escape, or to at least injure one of the men,
when they freed her arms. Bound as she was they had no trouble grabbing her arms and pulling
them down towards the ground.
They held her arms while the other men tied her wrists to the bottom of the legs rending them useless.
A second rope was tied around her still bound ankles opposite ends to each ankle.
Once the second rope was on her ankles the ropes binding her legs together were cut off,
freeing her legs.
She kicked out blindly trying to hit one of the men while still cursing and ranting.
The barbarians began to tire of her noise.
One of the men pulled her head up using her waist length deep blonde hair.
A coarse rope was quickly slipped over her head and into her mouth muffling her.
The rope was then pulled back forcing her head farther back and was tied to the belt around her waist.
This new binding made it nearly impossible for her to move without a lot of pain.
Tyra’s temper raged at the indignity of their laughter and her uncontrollable drooling.
Her rage only increased when she saw Kyren being half led,
half dragged by the pole her elbows were bound over.
Once she reached the clearing where two poles had been driven in the ground about 6 feet apart.
They forced her to bend forward and held the ends of her pole against the tops of the two in the ground.
After they had her pole tightly bound to the other poles keeping her bent over at the waist
a rope was tossed over a tree limb above her.
The rope was then tied around her waist and pulled tight lifting her feet several inches off the ground.
With her feet off the ground Kyren had no leverage to try to break free and could only feebly kick her legs.
Two of the men stepped into her kicks and grabbed her legs.
While they held her legs still two other men tied ropes around her ankles.
They all four pulled her legs towards her head until they were close to the ends of her pole.
The ropes were tied to the opposite ends of her pole leaving her totally helpless and very exposed.
Asbjorn exited his tent and walked around admiring his men’s work.
Standing behind Kyren he carefully probed her cunt, pronouncing her to be chaste.
Upon hearing this the men cheered and whistled loudly.
When the cheering have subsided Asbjorn announce he was going to auction off Kyren’s virtuous barrier.
The barbarian hoard fell into a bidding frenzy amid Kyren’s cursing abjections and her refusal to be tamed.
The bidding was won by the barbarian that had claimed Kyren’s horse, Signe.
He had to pay a high price but he wanted her as his slave and trophy.
He had to give Asbjorn Signe, as well as Kyrens bow and sword, plus ten gold pieces.
Tyra closed her eyes not wanting to watch her sister’s rape at the hands of the barbarians.
The entire band of men gathered around closer to watch as the winner stepped forward to claim his prize.
Kyren screamed for them to kill her as she fought her binding,
blood dripping from her bound wrists and ankles.
The man spit on his hand and smeared the spittle into Kyrens cunt for lubrication.
Kyren braced herself for the humiliation she knew she coming,
crying when she felt the first touch of his filthy cock against her cunt.
Tyra prayed for their Gods to give them both the strength to endure this shame and to escape
or the mercy of an honorable death.
Kyren’s tortured scream as her barrier was torn away saddened and deepened Tyra’s fury.
The blood from Kyren's torn innocence acted as lubrication allowing her rapist to increase his speed
and the ferocity of his thrusts.
Tyra could see every depraved detail of Kyren’s rape in her mind.
Kyren’s tortured and humiliated screams mixed with the cheers and laughter of the barbarians
painted Tyra a vivid picture. When the screams and curses died away,
Tyra opened her eyes to check on her sister. She saw the men using herbs to revive Kyren ,
who had passed out from her ordeal. Slightly relieved,
Tyra again closed her eyes after seeing that Kyren was at least still alive.
Three more times the men had to revive Kyren, until she had finally been used by every man in the tribe
except Asbjorn. Tyra again opened her eyes when she heard the sound of heavy chained jangling.
She watched as the men locked a thick metal collar mounted to the end of a long chain around Kyren’s neck.
With the collar locked in place the men untied Kyren and dragged her to a nearby tree.
Here they locked the chain around the tree and allowed the broken Amazon to lay on a pile of animal skins.
Tyra’s heart sank as she watched the once proud Amazon warrior curl up into a ball and weep like a mere child.
Tyra felt pity then fear and finally rage as she saw her shattered sister.
A man stepped from the crowd and blew a loud, long blast on a rams horn.
At this signal the barbarians began to circle around Tyra. Despite her pride and resolve,
Tyra felt sick and waves of fear and revulsion washed over her.
Unable to see what was happening behind her, Tyra knew Asbjorn was approaching.
The other barbarians had placed their closed fists over their chests and bowed,
chanting the Chieftains name. Tyra kicked her feet furiously when she felt a hand slap her ass.
Hindered by the rope her kicks only amused the giant behind her.
Asbjorn calmly placed his right foot on the rope, pinning Tyra’s right foot to the ground.
Next he placed his left foot on the rope and slid it farther to his left trapping her feet
helplessly to the ground.
Asbjorn’s announcement that he was going to claim Tyra for his own caused her to fight with renewed vigor.
She fought desperately to close her legs when she felt the warm oils poured over her labia.
Asbjorn leaned forward and told her to fight all she wanted to,
but that he would tame her, even if her had to kill her.
He stepped off the rope and stood to her right side removing the thick wide heavy leather belt he wore.
Tyra watched as he raised the belt high over his head.
Bright lights exploded in Tyra’s head as the first vicious blow landed across her back.
Tyra’s breath caught in her throat as she choked back a scream.
Asbjorn told her that she would indeed scream,
as the monstrous blows continued to rain down on her ass, back and thighs.
Tears welled up and stung Tyra’s eyes, but she refused to cry out.
She clenched her teeth together as tightly as she could to keep from screaming.
By the time Asbjorn had tired of beating her Tyra’s back was welted terribly
and her whole body had gone numb. Still fighting to keep from crying,
Tyra cursed Asbjorn screaming that she would never submit to a filthy barbarian.
Stepping back behind her and pinning her feet again he laughed and accepted her challenge.
He pushed the head of his massive cock firmly against her virgin cunt,
and replied we shall see princess. His fingers curled through the leather belt across her back,
he drove his hips forward viciously.
He had impaled the helpless Amazon, completely sheathing himself in one motion.
Tyra felt herself being torn apart from within, but through her pain and tears she still refused to scream.
The humiliation of being taken by a man,
the terrible pain, plus the lewd vulgar remarks from Asbjorn took their toll on Tyra.
Her pride and resolved determination gave her the strength to continue her resistance.
She clenched her teeth tighter until she tasted her own blood,
but still she would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her scream.
Equally determined to break her will, Asbjorn pulled his cock from her bloodied cunt.
He shifted his stance and viciously drove his cock into Tyra’s tiny asshole.
The terrible shock and nearly unbearable pain wrenched a pitiful shriek from Tyra’s throat.
A sadistic grin showed Asbjorns feeling of victory at forcing the proud Amazon princess to scream.
Tears flowed freely down Tyra’s cheeks as she clenched her teeth tighter and balled her fists tightly,
determined to not scream again. She tightened every muscle in her body beyond their limits
trying to push Asbjorn’s cock out of her ass. Despite the horrible pain,
a slight smile crossed Tyra’s face when she heard the huge barbarian grunting
from the effort of fucking her ass. Trying to squeeze her asshole closed greatly increased her pain,
but she knew it also made it painful for her rapist. Refusing to lose face in front of his men,
Asbjorn used his great strength to fuck Tyra even harder and faster trying to hurt her.
Although he could never admit it, Asbjorn was very impressed by the spirit,
courage and strength of his new acquisition. Suffering in silence,
her tears were the only betrayal of her pain and humiliation.
Ironically, Tyra was also impressed with the strength and determination of her capture.
She couldn’t help but wonder at the young Amazon warrior Asbjorn would have given her.
Asbjorn, seeing that this battle of wills was at a stalemate pulled his cock from her poor asshole.
Knowing his orgasm was rapidly approaching he lowered his stance and drove himself back into
Tyra’s cunt with such savagery that he moved the wooden horse.
A muffled groan was the only sound Tyra made this time. She whispered a thanks to her Gods
and prayed for the strength to endure whatever was to come.
Asbjorn announced again he was going to claim Tyra as his trophy/slave,
and summoned the blacksmith.
Tyra felt sicker and sicker as Asbjorn described the set of rings he wanted the blacksmith to make.
He requested a set of double rings, resembling a figure eight that can be used to lock Tyra’s cunt closed.
After the smith had left to start his task,
Asbjorn leaned over Tyra and told her he alone would use her cunt.
A few more brutal thrusts and a bear like growl, Asbjorn’s seed erupted into her cunt.
He told Tyra she would bear him fine heir, if she learned to obey.
Pulling his cock from her cunt,
Asbjorn raised his arms over his head and announce he alone would use her cunt.
He walked to Tyra’s head as the blacksmith returned with the rings.
To the cheers of his men, Asbjorn smeared his blood and cum covered cock across Tyra’s face.
The ever defiant Amazon quickly turned her head and viciously snapped her jaws shut
narrowly missing his cock.
Only his warriors reflexes and luck allowed him to escape her assault.
Asbjorn’s rage at her was only fueled by the laughter of his men.
Grabbing Tyra’s long hair Asbjorn jerked her head back painfully,
spitting the warning “you will live to regret that slave “.
He looked back with a scowl to the blacksmith, nodded and stormed away into his tent.
The blacksmith grinned at the fear in Tyra’s eyes as he showed her the rings he had made.
The two ringed links were nearly as thick as an arrow shaft, with each have one end spread open.
The opened ends had a sharp point on one side and a hollowed side
opposite and were designed to lock together.
Unable to even imagine the coming pain Tyra prayed harder for her Gods to give her strength
or an honorable death.
A metal block was placed inside her cunt and her right labia was stretched over it.
She could feel the pointed end digging into her most tender flesh.
She tried to brace herself against what she couldn’t even imagine.
The blacksmiths hammer struck true, easily driving the pointed side through her labia
and locking it into the receiving side.
Tyra’s face contorted into a mask of agony, and her mouth flew open but no sound came out.
Her breath was trapped in her throat,
her body convulsed hard and her bladder released a stream of piss.
Tyra couldn’t hear the disgusting comments from the men. She gasped for breath ,
trying desperately to compose herself against the second piercing.
She screamed loudly through clenched teeth,
spraying blood and spit as the blacksmith drove the second ring together.
Tyra fought back the waves of nausea and unconsciousness, but couldn’t stop her tears.
Asbjorn returned carrying a heavy lock,
and a coil of silk rope he knelt and showed the lock to Tyra with a wicked smirk.
Disappearing behind Tyra Asbjorn took her new rings and overlapped them.
He threaded the lock through the inner links of the rings, and closed the lock,
leaving her cunt inaccessible to anyone without the key.
The weight of the rings and the lock pulled down heavily on her labia.
Asbjorn ordered his men to encase her wrists and ankles in heavy metal shackles
in addition to the collar.
Tyra fought valiantly as the men locked the cuffs around her wrist and ankles,
but the rape and piercing had taken all the fight most of her.
Once she had been collared and shackled the men released her from the saddle horse.
A thick rope was tied to her cuffs, and they nearly dragged her by the rope to a nearby tree.
Tyra was forced to swing her legs out wide because of the lock,
and the chain connecting her ankles only added to her distress.
At the tree the rope was thrown over a large limb,
and Tyra was pulled up onto the balls of her feet. With the rope secured and Tyra left defenseless,
Asbjorn approached with the coil of silk rope.
When the rope was uncoiled Tyra could see it was actually 5 pieces of silk rope,
all cut to different lengths. The end of each of the ropes had 5 evenly spaced knots tied in them.
As Tyra watched the ropes swinging in the giants hands, he reminded her of trying to bite him earlier.
Asbjorn swung the ropes several times over his head gaining speed with each rotation.
Tyra could hear the knots whistling through the air as he swung them faster and faster.
The first vicious blow landed so suddenly,
Tyra could only watch as the 5 ropes struck her across her breasts and belly.
Through sheer will she endured the first few blows, but her silent defiance only enraged Asbjorn.
The Chieftain swung the ropes with all his might, cutting horrible welts across Tyra’s perfect skin.
Soon the pain became unbearable and Tyra could no longer remain still or silent.
Asbjorn reveled in Tyra’s screams and her feeble attempts to dodge the whips touch.
As his excitement grew he swung harder and faster. Asbjorn suddenly shook himself out of his trance,
realizing he might kill her if he continued.
He dropped his whip and ordered the men to lower Tyra to the ground.
The silken whip had done its job well, while her skin remained unbroken
it was covered in nearly bleeding welts from her neck to her knees.
As ordered Tyra’s wrists were pulled behind her back and re-locked.
Her collar was locked to the same tree as Kyren,
and once she was on her stomach her legs were pulled up and locked to her wrist cuffs.
Kyren tried to comfort her exhausted sister, and soon both girls had fallen into a deep fitful sleep.
Tyra was rudely awakened early the next morning by two barbarians pulling her into a kneeling position.
Her whole body screamed in agonizing protest as she was moved.
The evil silken whip had not only bruised her skin,
but also her muscles making even breathing painful.
She could see that the barbarians were breaking camp and preparing to move.
Tyra also noticed for the first time nearly 20 other young girls naked collared and chained to trees.
Tyra’s attention returned to her own plight at Kyren’s gentle touch.
Kyren held a large bowl of fruits and dried meats, which she fed to Tyra.
Kind hearted Kyren cried as she apologized to Tyra for the horribly savage beating
she had been forced to endure.
The girls talked for the first time since their capture as they ate.
Once the camp had been completely packed away in two wheeled carts,
the men began to gather the other girls.
They tied to ropes to their shackles, then tied the ropes to the rear of one of the carts.
Tyra’s ankles were released and her wrists were re-cuffed in front.
Her and Kyren were then tied like the other girls behind the last cart inline.
Tyra’s Amazon blood boiled with disgust and rage when she saw Asbjorn riding Alrekr, her prized stallion.
Tyra, still focused on Asbjorn, was nearly pulled off her feet when the carts started moving.
Unlike the other girls that could walk fast enough to keep their ropes slack,
Tyra was slowed due to the large lock through her labia.
The lock chaffed Tyra’s thighs and pulled hard on her labia forcing her to swing her legs out widely.
This comical gait was not only humiliating , but it also took allot more energy.
They traveled for many hours, until the sun was high in the mid day sky before the barbarians stopped.
They pulled the carts under a series of trees placing the girls in the shade,
and allowed them some food and rest.
A small barrel of water and more fruit and meat were brought over for the girls.
Tyra collapsed into an exhausted sobbing heap, her inner thighs raw and nearly bleeding,
her labia bruised and bleeding.
The heavy cuffs had also rubbed her wrists raw from the constant jerking.
Kyren crawled to her fallen sister, lifting her head and helping her to drink some water.
Appalled at the injuries to Tyra,
she called the guards over and pleaded with them to have mercy and at least remove the lock.
Summoned by the guard, Asbjorn arrived and knelt to examine Tyra’s wounds.
Flames of defiance flashed in Tyra’s eyes as she feebly kicked at the Chieftain.
Asbjorn stepped back and said if she was still that proud,
the lock would remain in place. He grabbed Tyra’s ankle and used it to turn her onto her stomach.
While he held her pinned to the ground he took the silken whip from his belt.
He ignored Kyrens pleas and Tyra’s screams as he delivered several vicious strokes to her back, ass and thighs.
He handed Tyra’s foot to one of the guards and ordered shackles placed on her ankles.
Kyren cried as she cradled Tyra’s head in her lap, begging her to accept her new life as a slave.
She told Tyra she was afraid they would kill her if she continued to fight and resist them.
To Tyra the rest break was far too short.
The sound of the rams horn signaled it was again time to move on.
Kyren and another girl helped Tyra to her feet, and tried to steady her as the carts started off.
The shackles kept her from swinging her hips causing her thighs to rub hard against the lock.
After only a few steps she could feel her blood running down her thighs,
and she feared tearing her labia off.
The caravan had traveled only a short distance when Tyra’s legs gave out
and she crashed hard to the ground.
The cart driver continued on dragging Tyra across the rough hard ground,
She tried to regain her feet but her exhaustion and the shackles made this impossible.
Since her rope was longer than the other girls,
they to were unable to help her and could only watch horrified.
The guard finally called for the cart to stop, but instead of helping her,
he used the silken whip to urge her back to her feet.
Tyra finally forced herself up and the journey continued.
She stumbled along behind the cart her mind clouded by exhaustion and the growing pain.
The longer they traveled the more often Tyra fell, and the longer it took her to regain her feet.
A short time before dark the caravan mercifully stopped for the night.
The metal cuffs had cut into her wrists and ankles and her blood flowed from these wounds.
The evil lock had cut deeply into her thighs, which streamed blood as did her tortured labia.
Asbjorn examined her and summoned their healer to tend her injuries as Tyra lay in the cool
grass nearly unconscious.
The pain and exhaustion were taking a heavy toll on Tyra’s resistance.
She found herself wondering if Kyren wasn’t right,
that it would be better to submit to her life as a slave than to keep fighting
and be tortured and still used as a slave.
Lost in thought as she was Tyra was surprised when two guards roughly dragged her to her feet.
The rest and healing herbs had helped her to recover some,
but she was still unable to stand on her own.
Despite her injuries the men forced Tyra to walk quickly to Asbjorn’s tent. Once inside,
The guards removed her shackles and cuffs and allowed her a brief moment of freedom.
She stood their on shaky legs gently rubbing her wrists thinking neither of running or fighting.
When the men forced her to her knees, however she fought like a caged wild-cat.
She clawed, bit, kicked and cursed them.
Unfortunately in her pitiful state her attacks were merely a nuisance.
She was rolled onto her back and found her wrists quickly bound to her ankles
with her arms on the inside of her legs.
Tyra soon discovered that being bound this way not only made her helpless to resist
but also prevented her from closing her legs.
Satisfied she was securely bound they used her long hair to pull her into a seated position facing Asbjorn.
The giant smiled a wickedly confident smile when the blacksmith entered the tent.
Tyra saw a large metal ring in the blacksmith’s hand with leather thongs attached to each side.
Asbjorn studied the ring and the thongs, once satisfied he nodded towards Tyra.
The men held her tightly as the blacksmith tried to force her mouth open.
The harder he tried the tighter Tyra clenched her teeth together.
Asbjorn arrived unnoticed and grabbed Tyra’s right nipple.
He squeezed it so hard and jerked on it so violently Tyra was afraid he was going to rip it off her tit.
Unable to stifle her screams any longer Tyra opened her mouth and let out a tortured sounding scream.
The blacksmith quickly forced the ring in her mouth behind Tyra’s
teeth trapping her mouth painfully wide open.
The thongs were then tied tightly behind her head making it impossible for her to dislodge the ring.
Asbjorn sent the three men away once their work was finished.
He then easily lifted Tyra from the floor of the tent and carried her to a table
sitting near the center of the tent.
He placed her on the table, on her back with her cunt easily accessible.
Tyra let out a strained scream when Asbjorn removed the lock from her bloodied labia.
She screamed again when the giant began rubbing her cunt, teasing her through her labia.
Tyra bit down hard on the ring when she felt Asbjorns massive cock pushing its way into her inner depths.
Unlike the brutal rape of yesterday, the Chieftain fucked her with long slow steady strokes.
He told Tyra as he fucked her that it would be her choice,
but that he could force himself on her anytime he wanted.
Or that she could accept her new position and learn to serve him,
and perhaps find an easier life. Listening to his words,
Tyra was surprised and confused when she began to feel a strange warmth spreading through her
despite her pain. The longer he fucked her the more the feeling seemed to grow,
until she found she was really enjoying the feel of his cock.
Asbjorn could feel her warmth too and he could tell she was beginning to enjoy herself.
A virgin only yesterday, Tyra tried to fight off these feelings,
not wanting to enjoy any part of her captivity.
Asbjorn knew that Tyra was getting closer to reaching an orgasm, and he knew she was fighting it too.
He slightly increased his speed and began to tease her clit as he fucked her.
With a loud moan and several slight convulsions Tyrs lost her battle.
Despite her best efforts, Tyra was soon overwhelmed by the sudden rush of her first orgasm.
A feeling of victory washed over Asbjorn as he felt the contractions of Tyra’s orgasm.
The excitement at having forced an orgasm from the helpless Amazon pushed Asbjorn closer to his own orgasm.
Tyra was still unsure of what had just happened to her, but she felt a deep since of shame at having enjoyed
this degrading act. Yet, despite these feelings,
she found herself trying to move herself back against Asbjorn as he increased his tempo.
With a bear like growl he buried himself deeper inside her cunt and held himself there as his seed charged out
into her depths. Tyra emitted a sound somewhere between a moan and a scream when his hot cum forced her
to a second shuddering orgasm. Asbjorn unsheathed himself from her cunt and with unseen tenderness ,
kissed her lightly on her forehead.
He pulled a chair close to her head and sat down admiring her even through the hideous welts and bruises.
He told her he was sure that she would give him a fine heir to carry on after him.
He took a long drink of wine,
and told her he would have to kill her though if she didn't accept she was now his slave.
As to prove his point, once fully again erect he stood and grabbed Tyra’s chin,
and pulled her head back off the edge of the table. She tried to resist,
but there was no escaping what was to come.
She felt his cock rub across her tongue and gagged hard when it struck the back of her throat.
Tyra cried tears of shame and revulsion at being used in such a humiliating way.
Her tears and constant gagging only excited Asbjorn, who in tern raped her open mouth faster,
harder and deeper.
Tyra gagged hard on each vicious thrust into her throat,
and gasped loudly for breath each time he drew back. Her torture while degrading was short lived.
Asbjorn pushed his cock deeper into her throat and used her nipples to hold himself there
until he spewed his hot cum down her throat.
Tyra tried desperately to suck in a breath of air around the massive cock,
fearing she would die before he allowed her to breathe again.
He finally pulled his cock out of her throat and began smearing cum and drool all over her face.
Tyra gasped deeply sucking in air by the lungful ignoring the further humiliation being done to her.
The shame Tyra felt at being fucked like this was only deepen when she realized she liked
the feeling of his hot cum in her stomach.
She laid on the table still trying to catch her breath when Asbjorn walked to the doorway and
called out to one of his men. When he returned to Tyra,
he lifted her head so she could see the doorway herself.
Tyra was rocked by the wave of intense sorrow, pity and rage that crashed over her,
when she saw Kyren being half led half dragged into the tent.
Kyren’s face and body were covered with cum, and even more streamed from her raw swollen holes.
The once lively Amazon warrior now looked more dead than alive.
It was easy to see she was totally broken.
Tyra was lifted from the table and held by Asbjorn as easily as one might hold a child.
She watched in fearful sickened anticipation as the men dragged the barely conscious Kyren to the table.
They lifted her and placed her spread eagled on the table.
The poor girl was so spent she couldn’t even close her legs.
Asbjorn told Tyra that since he knew she would never willingly submit to save her self,
he wondered if she would disobey and get her little friend fucked to death by his men.
Through her flowing tears Tyra looked into Asbjorn’s face and nodded she understood,
and would obey.
He carried her over near the table and placed her in a seated position between Kyren’s open thighs.
With a mischievous smirk Asbjorn commanded Tyra to lick Kyren’s cunt clean.
Tyra knew the Chieftain would be true to his word, so with only a brief hesitation she obeyed.
Bound as she was leaning forward enough to reach Kyren’s cunt was as difficult as the act itself.
Much to her surprise Tyra found the salty taste of the men’s cum,
and the musky taste of Kyren’s cunt combined to make an intoxicating mix.
While licking through the ring added difficulty to the task Tyra licked as hard and fast as she could.
Kyren ,who had never experienced cunnilingus before,
was soon trying to grind her cunt against Tyra’s tongue, and moaning loudly.
Tyra struggled to match Kyren’s movements to keep her tongue pressed to her cunt.
Suddenly Kyren arched her back, screamed and slammed her thighs closed around Tyra’s head
as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
While stunned by the stream of fluid from Kyren’s cunt,
Tyra stopped licking only long enough for the men to pry her legs back open.
Tyra couldn’t understand why her own cunt was throbbing as she drank in this new flavor.
Tyra strained every muscle in her body trying to lick her sister‘s cunt deeper.
Tyra’s efforts were again rewarded when Kyren’s screams signaled a second explosive orgasm.
Asbjorn grabbed Tyra’s hair and pulled her face away from her sisters cunt.
He then easily lifted her back onto the table, laying her beside her exhausted sister.
At Absorb's signal the two guards rolled Kyren onto her stomach and
placed her face directly on Tyra’s throbbing cunt.
A deep low lustful moan escaped Tyra’s throat when Kyren’s probing tongue found her clit.
Also new to the pleasures of oral sex, Tyra was soon trying to grind herself against Kyren’s face.
The pain in her tortured labials was forgotten as building waves of pleasure began race through her.
Tyra’s orgasm was so intense she felt as if her body had shattered like a china doll.
Wave after wave crashed over her as Kyren continued to lick vigorously.
Tyra was nearly delirious when Asbjorn ordered Kyren lifted away from her cunt.
The Chieftain sent the other barbarians away, confident neither girl offered any threat to him now.
Asbjorn lifted Tyra and turned her so that when he placed her back on the table
she was resting on her knees and head with her ass high in the air.
Still in the throes of her orgasms,
she moaned and nearly climaxed again when Asbjorn pushed his huge cock back into her swollen cunt.
It only took a few long hard thrusts before Tyra again felt a powerful orgasm building.
She could tell by the increased speed and urgency in Asbjorn’s rhythm, that he too was about to cum.
She couldn’t tell who had cum first, but she knew both had cum.
After a brief rest break, Asbjorn again lifted Tyra into a seated position.
He looked at her and told her he was going to untie her,
but cautioned her that if she attacked him or tried to escape she would be sorry.
Tyra again nodded her understanding and obedience.
He pried her jaws open wider until Tyra thought he was going to break her jaws.
Finally she felt the ring slipping from behind her teeth.
When she closed her mouth for the first time in hours she nearly screamed from the pain.
When her wrists were freed from her ankles, she realized the cramps she had felt in her arms,
back and legs were minor.
She screamed and nearly fainted as she fell back, laying flat on the table.
Kyren crawled to her and the two Amazons held each other tightly.
Again showing mercy Asbjorn allow both girls to sleep in his tent on the finest furs,
again warning Tyra not to try escaping or harming him.
The two girls collapsed into deep sleep, tightly embracing each other.
Tyra awoke feeling somewhat rejuvenated after the long restful sleep.
Her battered body protested loudly as she tried to get up without waking Kyren.
The deep bruising of her muscles from those evil silk whips made every movement very painful.
Her inner thighs and labia were raw, swollen and felt as they were on fire.
Curiosity out weighed the pain however, as she began to prowl around Asbjorn’s tent.
She found a large beautifully carved chest and carefully opened it.
Inside she found her grandmothers knife laying on top of a pile of fine furs.
Tyra lifted the knife with trembling hands.
She lightly ran her fingers over the carved sheath and handle.
As she held the knife, she relived the battle she had fought against Asbjorn.
Sadness filled her heart as she unsheathed the perfectly balanced blade.
Anger and humiliation grew inside her Looking at Kyren,
her regrets mounted. She should have fought harder.
Should not have been captured but died with honor in battle like the Amazon she was.
A sudden noise behind her startled her, and out of raw instinct she turned, knife at the ready.
Asbjorn stood in the doorway holding a large wooden bowl of fruit, meat and bread.
His face became a mask of rage and disappointment at seeing Tyra facing him with a knife.
Tyra saw the expression on Asbjorn’s face and froze unsure what she should do.
Asbjorn callously tossed the bowl onto the nearest table, knocking over glasses and lamps.
Kyren bolted upright, frightened by the noise.
Looking around she saw Tyra facing Asbjorn with her knife,
and the Chieftain uncurling his silk whip.
Kyren burst into tears begging Tyra to drop the knife.
Terrified Asbjorn would whip her to death this time.
The savagely beaten and nearly broken slave wanted to drop the knife and plead for mercy,
but Tyra the proud Amazon princess could not.
Her tortured and exhausted body moved to slowly to avoid the whip,
and her unsteady legs easily collapsed under the force of the first vicious blow.
Tyra writhed around on the ground as Asbjorn whipped her brutally.
At last he coiled the whip, picked up Tyra’s grandmother’s knife and grabbed the screaming Kyren
by the hair and dragged her from the tent.
Tyra curled herself into a ball and cried, not only from her own pain and humiliation,
but from fear of what her actions might have cost Kyren.
A short time later two men entered the tent and grabbed Tyra, pulling her to her feet.
They half led half drug her outside, where she saw the men had almost finished breaking camp and packing.
She searched the carts and was relieved to see Kyren chained behind a cart with the other slaves.
From behind, Asbjorn grabbed Tyra’s hair and forced her to her knees.
He held her arms behind her back as one of the men began wrapping her right breast
with a thin braided leather rope.
He wrapped the rope so tightly Tyra cried out in pain through her sobs.
When he was satisfied with his work, he moved to her left breast. Once both breasts where bound,
Asbjorn lifted Tyra’s arms straight above her head. Holding her by the forearms,
he easily bent her arm behind her head until her left wrist rested on her right shoulder.
The man then tied her wrist to her right breast, keeping her arm bent up and uselessly behind her head.
He then repeated this for the right wrist,
effectively taking away her arms and making her hold her arms up to ease the pain in her breasts.
With her elbows behind her head,
her wrists resting on her shoulders and bound to her breasts she was indeed helpless.
Asbjorn used her hair again and pulled her to her feet.
Tyra struggled to move her arms, but gave up when she realized they were immovable.
The more she tried to move her arms the more she hurt her breasts too.
She was forced to look down because her elbows pressed against the back of her head too hard
for her to look straight ahead.
Hearing the men moving around close to her , Tyra strained to look up.
She watched as the men brought over a long rope. They held the two ends together,
while another man pulled the rope out straight.
He held the center of the rope and brought his (end) back towards Tyra.
The two loose ends were passed through the loop formed at the middle of the rope forming a lasso.
The lasso was lowered over Tyra’s head and tightened the rope around her waist with the loop at her back.
The rope was then pulled deep into the furrow of her ass.
Asbjorn held her labia open so the rope could be pressed against her cunt,
making sure that her clit was pinched firmly between the two strands of the rope.
The rope was then threaded under the section around her waist,
Asbjorn pulled the extra length of rope tight making it dig into her most tender flesh.
He then tied a knot in the long lengths to prevent the rope from being pulled back
through making sure the rope stayed tight.
With her crotch rope in place the long lengths were pulled straight and tied to Asbjorn’s saddle, mounted on Alrekr.
Asbjorn then mounted his saddle and with a wave of his hand the caravan slowly started moving.
With her arms bound as they were Tyra struggled to stay on her feet and to keep up with Alrekr.
The rope rubbed against her ass and cunt, tugging on her exposed clit with each step she took.
Under the effects of her newly awakened sexuality, Tyra soon found herself dripping wet.
She stumbled and nearly fell when her first orgasm made her legs turn to rubber.
Only the fear of being dragged behind her own horse kept Tyra from falling,.
Her first orgasm hadn’t faded before another one was building.
Tyra plodded along in a daze, loosing count of the number of orgasms that had washed over her.
She did know that each orgasm was more painful than the last, and that the soaked ropes were rubbing her raw.
Her moans had now turned to sobs as the pleasure had passed through pain into agony.
Her arms were cramping, her cunt and ass burning like fire and her swollen breasts were
throbbing and turning purple.
Through her teary eyes Tyra watched the sun as it moved across the sky,
desperately waiting for the caravan to stop.
As Asbjorn crested a low hill, in the valley below Tyra could see a large city she feared was their destination.
A sense of hopelessness washed over Tyra as she realized she would never escape now,
never again see her family and friends.
Tyra had never seen such a large city and was staring in awe as they neared the gates.
Once inside the main gates, the caravan stopped. Kyren and the other slaves were led away down an alley,
merchants began to argue over the remaining items in the carts.
Tyra was however, led deeper into the city passed cheering throngs of people.
She was even more humiliated than before. Naked in front of these strange people unable to even cover herself.
The cheering people congratulated Asbjorn on his beautiful new slave girl.
They commented about her terrible welts laughing that she must be an Amazon to need that much training.
Tears flowed down Tyra’s face, her pain forgotten in light of the degradation of being on display like a trophy.
Once outside his palace,
Asbjorn untied her crotch rope from his saddle and used the rope as a leash to lead Tyra.
Inside they were greeted by Asbjorn’s sister, Vigdis and her two kneeling slave girls.
Tyra’s lead rope was handed to one of the slaves to hold while he and his sister walked to a food laden table.
After a brief conversation, Vigdis returned, took Tyra’s lead rope and led her away.
Tyra was led into a sparsely furnished room.
As Vigdis removed her own clothes, her slaves entered and locked the door behind them.
Vigdis removed Tyra’s crotch rope, and began a very intimate examination of her cunt.
Tyra flinched when Vigdis touched her raw cunt, gasping when she twisted her clit.
Vigdis cupped Tyra’s swollen purple breasts remarking on how badly they must hurt.
She stepped back a step and swung a thin narrow leather paddle viciously striking Tyra across her nipples.
Blinded by the explosion of pain that nearly pushed her passed the edge into unconsciousness.
The helpless Amazon crumpled to her knees, fighting to stay awake and gasping to catch her breath.
Her scream was still echoing off the walls, when Vigdis jerked her head up and asked if she was going to obey.
Feeling sick to her stomach and panting for air,
Tyra eyed the evil leather paddle and weakly answered that she would obey.
Vigdis crossed the room and sat herself on a low ottoman with her legs lewdly splayed open.
She beckoned Tyra to crawl to her on her knees and lick her cunt.
Tyra hesitated for a moment, a moment too long however.
Vigdis’ two slave girl, one standing either side of Tyra immediately began to beat her
with their own silk whips.
The girls were swinging the whips back and forth striking first one side then the other.
One girl struck Tyra’s breasts while the other struck her back,
then on their back swings they reversed their targets.
The slave girl , used to feeling the whips kiss themselves took great pleasure in their work.
Through her wails and screams,
Tyra barely heard Vigdis telling her that the beating would continue until she obeyed.
Tyra sucked in a deep breath and began crawling on her knees towards Vigdis’ waiting cunt.
The girls beat Tyra so savagely she almost passed out before reaching Vigdis.
Kneeling between Vigdis’ thighs Tyra begrudgingly began to lick her cunt.
Vigdis grabbed Tyra’s hair and roughly pulled her face hard into her dripping cunt,
holding her firmly in place.
Tyra had to fight for every breath she took as she licked Vigdis’ cunt as hard and fast as she could.
Vigdis bucked her hips so hard and fast, that she had soon bloodied Tyra’s nose and mouth.
Much to Tyra’s relief Vigdis’ orgasm was as powerful as it was quick in coming.
With a loud moaning scream Vigdis shoved Tyra’s face away as her whole body convulsed in orgasm.
Still panting from her orgasm, Vigdis ordered her slaves to bathe Tyra for tonight's ceremony.
Roughly pulled to her feet,
Tyra was nearly dragged across the room to a table where vessels of water had been arranged.
The table held perfumes , soaps and devices the likes Tyra had never seen or smelled.
First the slaves used small short blades to remove the hair from her cunt leaving her childlike.
The slaves worked hard bathing Tyra, washing away the days of sweat, dirty and stale cum.
With her arms bound behind her head as they were it made washing her hair a challenge, but the girls managed.
Tyra stared as one of the girls filled a bellows with water.
The girl had Tyra open her legs wider, and carefully inserted the nozzle into her cunt.
Tyra gasped then moaned as the warm water flooded into her cunt.
The girl repeated the this several times before the water running back out of Tyra’s cunt was clean.
The other slave had also filled a bellow with water , but not for her cunt.
Tyra received several enemas each of which she discharged into a large clay pot.
Once Tyra had been bathed, dried and perfumed to Vigdis’ satisfaction a thin elegant collar
and leash was buckled around her neck.
Tyra was then led through the palace to a large formal banquet hall.
In the very center of the hall was a small dais about two feet tall and three feet around.
The pedestal was covered by rich fine leather and had a large post mounted at the rear and an
ornate Y opposite in the front.
When Tyra got closer she could see that the center 1 foot wide section was raised about 6 inches
from the sides. Vigdis instructed her slaves to help Tyra onto the dais.
They helped her to kneel with her back against the post,
her ass resting on her heels and straddling the center section.
The slaves struggled to work a leather belt under each leg and almost to Tyra’s hips.
They pulled the belts so tight that Tyra’s heels were pressed into her ass cheeks.
With the belt buckled in place Tyra’s cunt was held open, exposing her completely.
The slaves next used two more belts to hold Tyra securely against the post.
One was just under her swollen breasts, the other just above her hips.
Tyra pleaded with Vigdis to release the ropes binding her wrists to her breasts.
Her arms had long ago gone numb and they cramped so badly that they were almost unbearable.
Her breasts were swollen pitifully, and had turned a dark purple color,
the throbbing was the only thing that dulled the pain in her arms.
With a look of mock compassion, Vigdis apologized for not being able to free her,
but that Asbjorn would free her soon. These last words were said with such and evil smirk,
that a shiver of fear could be seen rippling through Tyra.
Vigdis produced three lengths of thin strong cords each with a noose tied onto one end.
She pinched Tyra’s already raw and swollen clit, pulling, stretching it.
Tyra clenched her teeth tightly trying to stifle her screams as Vigdis slipped one of the nooses
over her tiny bud.
The noose was pulled tight trapping her clit in its inescapable grip.
The opposite end was threaded through the ring set in the base of the Y frame.
Vigdis then pulled hard on the cord stretching her clit to its limits before she tied it
off keeping Tyra’s clit stretched.
Vigdis had pulled so hard Tyra had feared she intended to rip her clit off.
Vigdis pushed on as she looked into Tyra‘s eyes, enjoying the agony she was causing.
Tyra rejected the idea of pleading for mercy because she knew none would be given.
Vigdis next began to roll Tyra’s right nipple between her thumb and fore finger, pulling on it.
She slipped a noose over Tyra’s nipple and pulled it tight.
The cord was then threaded through the ring set in the right side of the Y frame
and pulled hard stretching her nipple. Again, like with her clit,
Tyra feared her nipple would be torn away before Vigdis finally tied it off.
She walked around to the other side of the dais and repeated the stretching with Tyra’s left nipple.
Satisfied she had prepared everything exactly to Asbjorn’s specifications, Vigdis kissed Tyra.
She turned and followed by her slaves as she walked from the hall. Tyra was left to suffer alone,
only not alone as the hall was filled with slaves cleaning and decorating.
Bound as she was Tyra found the only thing she could move was her head,
and turning it even slightly took great effort.
Tyra closed her eyes to pray, but couldn’t. She couldn’t pray for escape ,
because she knew there was none.
She couldn’t pray for mercy, because she had learned that mercy came from submitting.
She couldn’t even pray for the strength to endure, because she had endured too much already.
She prayed finally for Kyren and for her friends and families left behind in the village.
As she knelt there with her eyes closed she once again relived the events of the past few days.
From the pride and the thrill of her first hunt. To the fight with Asbjorn, finally to the torture,
humiliation and repeated rapes. She searched her soul looking for answers as to what she should do.
Should she submit? Should she fight and force them to kill her?
She needed help with these things now that she began to realize she might be broken.
She called to her grandmother and asked her for her guidance.
At the sound of blaring horns Tyra’s eye flew open, and she began looking around startled.
She thought she must have somehow passed out, for now the hall was filled with finely dressed people.
The guests all stood and bowed as Asbjorn entered the hall and took his place at the head of the table
nearest to Tyra.
At his signal the slaves began to serve rich fine foods and pour wine for Asbjorn and his guest.
The smell of the food made Tyra’s empty stomach growl and ache.
Her mind drifted back to the following night when she had last eaten.
Once the lengthy meal was finally finished and the tables cleared Asbjorn stood and addressed his guests.
He thanked them all for coming and announced that they were all here to witness his claiming of his newest slave.
As the crowd cheered slaves carried a large brazier and a covered table over next to Tyra.
A man adorned in fine robes bowed before Asbjorn before approaching the dais.
The priest lifted the cloth covering the table, revealing three long tapered metal skewers and a small chest.
The skewers were placed pointed end first into the brazier to heat. T
he priest saw Tyra watching him and smiled at the look of confused horror in her eyes.
He examined Tyra’s clit and nipples and complimented Vigdis’ handiwork.
The priest untied the cord from the left side of the Y frame, then slipped the noose off Tyra’s left nipple.
As the blood rushed back into her nipple a tortured groan escaped through her clenched teeth.
Tyra reopened her eyes in time to see the priest lifting a hot skewer towards her left breast.
Tyra began pleading for him to stop, her face washed pale with fear.
The priest ignored her and grabbed her left nipple, and stretched it hard.
He carefully lined up the skewers point and slowly began pushing it through her nipple close to the base.
Tyra screamed like a wounded banshee as she stared in disbelief at the skewer piercing her nipple.
The priest twisted the skewer before slowly pulling it out and dropping it back onto the tray.
He opened the small chest and removed an open gold ring with a silver bell hanging from it.
The ring was pushed through her nipple and the ring was squeezed closed with a locking click.
Tyra was still gasping to recover her lost breath when the priest flicked the bell to test its ring.
Asbjorn nodded in satisfaction at hearing the dainty tingling.
The brazier and table were moved to her right side where the priest now waited.
The priest untied the cord from the right side and released her right nipple.
Tyra watched as the priest pierced her right nipple like her left, too stunned to numb to even scream.
Again Asbjorn nodded his satisfaction upon hearing the silver bell.
The priest next untied the cord from the bottom of the Y frame and slipped the noose off Tyra’s clit.
The pain and stress had weakened Tyra to the point all she could do was cry and mumble in protest.
She weakly shook her head no and whispered please as she watched the priest lifted the third skewer.
She fought to pull her hips back as he reached for her clit.
He pulled hard on her tiny bud stretching it out for the skewer.
The priest took careful aim and slowly pushed the skewer into Tyra’s clit.
The strange sound exploding from Tyra wasn’t a scream, but a sound unlike any ever heard by the crowd.
Some fainted, some fled while other sat there dumb struck, even Asbjorn seemed moved by the sound.
Once the gold ring was locked in place in her clit, the concerned priest looked to Asbjorn.
Asbjorn’s face mirrored the priest’s concerns, but he nodded for the priest to continue.
The priest motioned for a second larger brazier to be brought over.
While a slave removed the Y frame the priest examined the two foot long branding iron heating in the brazier.
Tyra couldn’t understand what was to come, her mind was so clouded and near shutting down.
The priest showed the remaining crowd the bear paw print pattern on the branding iron.
The crowd knew Asbjorn stood for great bear and everyone seeing the brand would know she belonged to him alone.
The priest lined up the iron and steadied himself before driving the iron against her flesh.
The priest satisfied he was on target pressed the hot metal against Tyra’s shaved pubic mound.
Tyra smelled the burning flesh and heard the sound of cooking meat just before the world went dark.
Tyra awoke to find herself lying in a soft bed in an opulent bed chamber.
She cautiously tried to sit up, but was stopped by the gentle touch and soft words of Kyren.
Tyra turned towards the voice and saw Kyren dressed in a white gown, relief showing on her tear streaked face.
Tyra tried to speak, but her dry throat produced only a croaking sound.
Kyren helped her to sit up and held a chalice of water to her parched lips. Before Tyra could say a word,
Kyren kissed her forehead, and told her she had to go tell Asbjorn she was awake.
Tyra tried to move, but the slightest movement took great effort and great pain.
Kyren returned quickly carrying a platter of food which she placed across Tyra’s lap.
Tyra asked Kyren how she could be crying and look so happy.
Kyren explained how Tyra had passed out during her claiming ceremony,
and had remained unconscious for over two days.
She continued telling Tyra how Asbjorn had been so worried about her
that he had saved her from the slavers market.
And how she had been the one taking care of her while she was unconscious.
The door opened and Kyren quickly dropped to her knees and bowed deeply as Asbjorn entered the room.
He motioned to Kyren to rise as he crossed the room to stand at Tyra’s bedside.
He gently patted Tyra’s head and for the first time he called her by her name.
He asked her how she was feeling , and seemed pleased when Tyra told him she felt much better.
He told Kyren that she was to rest until she was fully recovered.
He told Tyra that Kyren would be there to see to her every need until then.
He looked down at Tyra and with a light compassionate squeeze of her hand he turned and left the room.
It took Tyra over a week to recover physically, the bruises and welts however took several days longer.
During her recovery Asbjorn visited her every day if only briefly.
After he was satisfied that she had recovered enough,
Asbjorn told Tyra what he expected of her.
He told her that Kyren would teach her how to serve properly.
Tyra learned how to keep her pubic mound bare so her brand was clearly visible.
She was also taught how to bathe herself inside and out, and what perfumes to wear.
The hardest lessons were on how to properly bow to Asbjorn and to serve him.
Asbjorn had also presented her with a gold collar with a bear paw print similar to the one Kyren wore.
He told her that once the collar was locked in place only he could remove it.
Tyra understood what he wanted, she lifted the collar from the pillow and locked it place around her own neck.
Asbjorn smiled at her, telling her he was proud of her and with a kiss he dismissed her.
For several months afterwards Tyra and Kyren spent their days prowling the local market place.
They listened to music, watched plays and learned the ways of their new peoples.
The pair was always careful to return to the palace long before dark.
At night Tyra serves Asbjorn bringing him wine, or his pipe and satisfying his voracious sexual appetite.
Tyra began feeling ill every morning causing Asbjorn to immediately summon the physicians.
Asbjorn was overjoyed to hear that Tyra was with child, ordering a huge banquet to celebrate.
Kyren doted on Tyra, who had been ordered to bed to rest for the safety of the child.
Everyone was so excited at the prospect of Tyra giving Asbjorn an heir.
Tyra suffered through several long hours of labor before delivering a healthy child.
Instead of an heir, however she had given birth to a beautiful daughter.
She has her fathers dark brown hair and her mothers fierce green eyes.
Tyra remembered how the Amazons slaughtered male children, and began to fear for her daughters life.
She soon found these fears unjustified as Asbjorn held the child for the first
time and declared her his daughter.
He commanded that she was to be treated as the princess she was.
As a gift to Tyra he allowed her to choose the girls name.
Tyra named her Freya after her own mother.
Seeing the loving way Asbjorn held their daughter softened Tyra’s heart towards him even more.
Asbjorn rewarded Tyra’s good behavior by returning her grandmothers knife,
and gave her an amulet made from the medallion emblazed with her family crest.
When Freya was old enough Asbjorn allowed Tyra and Kyren to teach her the skills of an Amazons.
As time passed Tyra and Asbjorn become closer and closer,
until she was less his slave and more a mostly obedient wife.
Tyra had not been broken but he learned to accept her new place in life without too much rebellion.
The fires of defiance still burned in her eyes ,
and Asbjorn was glad to see that the fire still burned in her soul.
Within the second year Tyra had produced a fine healthy heir for Asbjorn.
At the celebration banquet Tyra was stunned by Asbjorn’s announcement
that he had decided to take Tyra as his wife, and queen.
The wedding was a grand affair, the crowd cheered as he removed her collar and replaced it with her crown.
As he placed the crown on her head he reminded her that while she was now their queen,
she still belonged to him.
Tyra acknowledged him by stepping back a step and bowing deeply to him.
Kyren was made her hand maiden and the children's nanny.
Asbjorn and Tyra spent many long years together living long and mostly happy lives.
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