Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
“A lot of bodies.”
“We’ll give them a funeral,” one laughs. His words are kind of nice, but his tone isn’t.
“There’s someone alive,” a deeper voice insists. “Keep looking.”
My blood runs cold. They’re looking for me. They must have some kind of scanning device that detects alive people, so they know I am here. However it works, it apparently doesn’t give them an exact location. Or maybe it does, and I just moved in time.
“Fan out. He’s here.”
They think I am a man. That’s useful. Maybe I can just sneak around being all feminine and not getting on their radar.
Then one of them swings around to look directly at me. I stand there like a stunned fish. I am not at my best right now. Being full body slammed from a great height into a planet and left in the smashed-up remains of everyone and everything you’d come to know is not good for the mind, the body, or the soul.
“There’s a woman there!”
“Argh!” I say.
The little part of my brain that is still working in a reasonable way tells me that was not the thing to do. That part starts forcing its way through my frozen mind, kicking shit over and telling the rest of my brain that the time for being stupid and shocked is done because we have some surviving to do.
I feel myself come online sort of all at once, in the weirdest way. It’s like I was just reset.
I drop the bag, because it’s heavy, and I run.
“Get her!”
The Vikar give chase, and I suppose some part of me knows they’re going to catch me, but no part of me has any intention of making it easy for them.
I sprint for open ground, quitting the forest proper and running along its edge instead.
There has to be a dozen of them, and they are now all chasing me, joining in the hunt like wolves tag-teaming their prey. I’m not going to get away, but I’m going to try…
We already know what happens before it even happens.
I fall.
They catch me.
I get taken to their shitty camp, I get a chip put in my fucking neck, and then the jarl asserts himself because men can’t stand it when women don’t play the right kind of helpless captive.
I am lying over that medical table with the vibrator in my ass and my body going haywire in several different directions all at once and I am realizing that this could really be what the rest of my life is like if I don’t escape.
He wants me to cry, I bet. I bet that would really fucking do it for him.
“Are you starting to understand how this works? You’re my pretty piece of captive flesh, and every part of you belongs to me.” As he speaks, he slowly twists the vibrator inside my ass, finding new parts of my insides to explore.
I am wet, but it’s not because I’m turned on in the usual way. My body is reacting to stimulation, pain, and fear. It’s a potent cocktail and it is forcing my mind to swim in a whole mess of hormones designed to help me survive.
The Vikar have been conquering and capturing women for tens of thousands of years. Of course Jarl Drako knows how to make my body quiver. Making a captive woman climax 101 is probably mandatory in their college courses, if they have them.
“Stop trying to think your way out of this,” he says, tapping my ass with the flat of his hand. “That’s not how it works.”
“How does it work?” I squeak the question, surprised by his apparent insight. How does he fucking know I’m thinking? Is it a very special dildo in my butt?
“It works by you understanding all the way to your marrow that the life you used to have is gone completely, and the one you have here with me will depend entirely on your obedience.”
“Then I have bad news for us both,” I moan.
I hear him chuckle.
“I think I’m going to fuck you now,” he says. “While you crack wise with me and try to argue your way out of this, I think I’m going to slide my bare cock into your wet pussy and breed you.”
His words shock me into silence, until I feel the head of his cock sliding along the seam of my lower lips. No fucking way. He’s going to fuck me. Of course he’s going to fuck me. That’s what Vikar do. They ravage women.
“Not so mouthy now,” he notes. “Usually when I want a woman to be quiet, I put my cock in the other end, but this is surprisingly effective for you.”
I can feel my lips parting for him, soft wet folds giving way. I feel that tension in my lower belly that I know heralds sex. He’s going to fuck me. This stranger who just had me hunted down like a fucking animal, and chipped like one too, is going to make my pussy his.