Rivals: To Break a 'Bold
#7 of Rivals
Rhix decides that it's time to get serious about training his slave. Narva learned what it means to serve her master, and understand her new life.
This might be a tough one for the shippers. Every good story has the 'low point' for the heroes. Hang in there, and enjoy the (kinky, don't worry) brutality.
Sorry for the delay getting this one out. Took me a while to really 'find it', carving the story from a formless block of my mind. I've been creatively drained from my job's busy season, combined with rolling out my new tabletop campaign. But I managed!
All is not lost for our intrepid kobold. But she must go through hell, first. Enjoy.
_ _The miles bled away under the hooves of their horses. Rhix and Narva's mounts were not the best, but they were everything they needed to be. The likelihood that the baron would send men after them were slim. Given the history of their respective fortunes, Narva couldn't imagine that Rhix was any more willing than her to risk it on chance.
They rode in silence. Now and then Narva would glance at the tall reptile that had recently so upended her life. Her 'master'. The word tasted like acid even in her own mind, but there was no denying that was what he was. Her eyes landed on the silver band around his forearm, the inset jewel almost totally concealed by his posture. The source of all her agonies. Not a thing she could do about it.
The silence was welcome, save for one thing: the pensive and thoughtful expression on his face. He was thinking. That could not bode well for either of them.
Narva recognized the town of Vostock, though she'd never been to it before herself. It was not a hub of mercenary activity and was not renowned as a place of employment opportunity. More of a village with big ideas, Vostock nestled sleepily in a cozy river bend. Too shallow and rocky for effective shipping, and too far off the main roadways to account for much overland trade, the town nevertheless seemed to be prospering on the back off a robust harvest and logging from the nearby forest.
Two town watchmen, who looked less like highly trained men of war and more like a pair of luckless saps who drew the short straw that day, nodded and waved them through with nary a glance. Narva found that she was clutching the reigns tight enough that she was losing feeling in her fingers. She awaited the order to strip her clothes off, but it never came. Rhix merely dismounted, ordered her to do the same, and hitched their horses.
From there was the banality of finding lodging. The inn was not hard to find. Rhix was stone silent as they walked, his eyes far away. Narva grew only more nervous. What could he possibly be thinking about?
Lodgings secured, Rhix asked the innkeeper if there was a smithy and leatherworker in town, and was informed that both were the same man. Rhix thanked him, and they were walking again. It did not take long before they found where they were going; smithing and leatherworking were a smelly business separately; together they combined their forces into an aromatic assault.
Rhix told Narva to wait outside. She replied with a perfunctory 'Yes master' and was left under the makeshift awning, watching townsfolk come and go. She was aware of their occasional interested looks; not many kobolds in remote towns like these. She yearned for the bigger cities where the racial diversity was such that a kobold standing alone barely registered notice. A shiver went down her body to the tip of her tail when she realized that if Rhix took her to a big city he would almost certainly strip her bare and THAT was not an appealing thought. Best she enjoy these moments while they lasted.
She heard spirited conversation from within. The voices were muffled by the thick wood of the door, and when it finally swung open with a thunderous creak, Rhix fixed her with a dispassionate look. "Need you in here," he said, and beckoned.
Heart sinking in her chest, Narva turned and shuffled inside. The sight that greeted her was a familiar one. She was no stranger to the musty, firelit interior of smithys. The sole other occupant in the room was a large human man, approaching middle age, with broad shoulders, thick arms, and a short-cut beard. His eyes tracked Narva as she came into the room.
"I suppose this is my true customer?" he asked, wryly.
"That's right," Rhix replied. "Everything fit to her dimensions. So what do you think? Ten-fifteen-twenty sound about fair?"
"How am I to know?" the man asked. "Never had a 'bold before, she any good?"
"Not really," Rhix said, "but that's part of the fun, isn't it? She's not made for this life. You can pretend you caught her stealing, teach her a lesson."
Oh no, thought Narva. Here it comes.
"Well, let's see it," the smith said, resting one of his thick arms on a countertop.
Rhix turned his eyes to Narva. She met them, and saw no mercy within. Instead, a strange sort of calculating distance she hadn't seen before. "Strip naked for the man," Rhix ordered, and the jewel on her collar glowed a faint, momentary green.
If there was one mercy in her circumstance, it was that her body would operate automatically in times like these. She could feel her mind moving her muscles but it was almost as if by reflex; she could separate her conscious, thinking mind and let her hands and legs do the rest on their own. As she worked her belt loose, she thought back on the times he'd stripped her before. There was the first time, in the underground temple. That had been a personal, intimate rape. Humiliating, but just her and her attacker and rival.
Then, she thought as she lifted her top off her body, feeling the humid air on her scales, there was the tribe, where curiously she'd felt almost natural in the altogether, given the state of dress of the other Shu, and the kinship of their shared reptilian nature.
There was no stopping the rush of blood to her face as she pulled her pants down over her hips. She thought back to being marched naked through the streets, her tail being yanked up to show off her privates to the tavern patrons. That was Rhix flexing, showing her off as a prize. So why did this feel so different?
She dropped her pants onto the rest of her clothes to the ground beside her. Rhix's old command to never cover herself still held true, and she stood bare naked before this blacksmith, his eyes roaming her body to take in every detail of her nudity. She caught his eyes settling, of course, between her legs, inspecting the smooth, scaly lips of her vagina.
Because he's whoring me out, she thought. It feels different because he's whoring me. Before, I was merely a conquest. Now I'm truly a slave.
"Why is her ass less than her pussy?" the man asked. "Something wrong with it? She less clean than normal, or something?"
Rhix scoffed. "Narva, turn and present to him. Tail up nice and high, cunt."
Narva winced and did as she was told. She turned around, showing off her round, firm ass to the man. Then she spread her feet, bent over at the waist, and grimaced as she hiked her tail up nice and high to show off every inch of her most private areas.
"See?" Rhix asked, pulling one of her cheeks further to the side to spread her and show off the tightness of her anus, which remained a wrinkled, clenched hole despite the movement of her flesh. "Compact and fit, tight as hell. Much tighter than her pussy."
"So why less discount?" the man reiterated.
"Because her pussy," Rhix said, smirking, "is mine. I don't like sharing it. But her ass? Obviously its, aha, a multi-purpose hole so I don't mind if another man pumps his seed up in here." He capped this off with a sharp spank to her rump, jiggling her flesh. Narva wondered if she would ever forget this moment.
"Rhix..." she heard herself say, and was surprised to hear fear in her own voice. His reaction was fast, quicker than she anticipated, his hand snapping down and grabbing her by the muzzle, clamping her mouth shut. He yanked her head up and stared hard into her eyes.
"That mouth," he hissed at her, "is for_sucking cock_ and asking permission to do anything else. I'm leaving you with him and you will do anything he tells you, and you will do it to the best of your ability. You got that you dumb cunt?"
Shocked at his severity, Narva could only gaze at him with wide, glassy eyes and managed a tiny little nod. Rhix pulled her the rest of the way up top standing, spun her around, and shoved her towards the smith, who caught her roughly. "I'll get some shopping done the next door over while you enjoy her," Rhix said without feeling. "I'll ask her what you did to her and she can't lie to me, so keep that in mind. No bruises, no blood. Okay? Ten-fifteen-twenty, as we discussed."
Narva yelped into her closed mouth as she felt a rough hand grope her under the tail. "You got it," the smith said, and Rhix turned and left, leaving her alone.
"He says you can keep those teeth away from my pride," the man said, loosening his trousers. "Let's see if that's true."
Rhix returned hours later, stepping through the door. The smith was hard as work, his hammer gently tapping a small metal bit into place on some inscrutable item or another - Narva hadn't been paying attention, merely staring at her feet from where she sat on a small stool against the wall.
"Well, how was she?" Rhix asked, with only a cursory glance at her.
"Ha ha, pretty good!" the smith answered, in high spirits. "She cried a bit, but she kept it to herself. Showed a lot more enthusiasm than I was expecting, for all her face told me."
"It's the bond, I told you," Rhix replied, tapping his bracer. "I told her to do her best. She can't do otherwise. Slave," he added, snapping his fingers and pointing to his feet. "Here."
Narva got up, a little shakily, and shuffled over. She stared at the floor, but a tap to her head brought her eyes up. "What'd he do to you?" Rhix asked, simply.
Narva lacked the will or energy to play with her response, and replied in deadpan tones, "He had me suck his cock. After he came in my mouth he brought me into the other room and f-fucked me in my ass on the bed, master."
"Fifteen it is, then," Rhix said, and the smithy grunted, a little red-faced. Rhix spun his finger. "Show me your ass, girl." Narva turned on the spot, bent over and lifted her tail. Rhix grunted. "Spread your cheeks you stupid slave," he added. Narva reached back and did as she was commanded, fully exposing her still-throbbing anus. Rhix inspected the reddened-but-not-damaged hole.
"No harm done," he said, a phrase Narva was sure would stick with her for all time. "Good. Gear should be ready tomorrow?"
"I think so," the smith replied.
"Then I'll see you in the morning. Let's go, slave."
He started walking towards the door. Narva shakily followed him, balking only a few paces from the exit. "M-master," she said, cautiously, "my clothes?"
Rhix turned and looked at her with a baffled expression. "What about them?" he asked. "I sold them. You didn't think you were ever going to wear those again, did you?"
No, Narva thought to herself, fists clenched at her side and eyes downcast as she stepped, naked, into the late afternoon sun. I suppose I ought not have.
It was evening, and she was in Rhix's room. He'd only rented the one room, as before, and she was kneeling in front of the door, hands clasped behind her back and eyes down submissively. She heard him disrobing. After they'd left the smithy, he'd taken her on the remainder of the errands he could not do while she was busy being whored out to the smith, given the distance restrictions of their mutual bond. He'd sold the horse she'd been on, as well as her weapons. That, combined with the take from the previous job, had left them flush with what was, to them, a tidy sum of currency. All the while, she'd endured the stares and comments of the locals.
Rhix, naked, sat on the edge of the bed and pointed to a spot in front of and between his feet. "Attend," he said. Narva went to get up, and he added, "No. Crawl, hands and knees." Wincing, Narva did so, going to all fours and moving over to him as his eyes roamed over her body.
When she was kneeling before him, he commanded her to relay in detail what the smith had done to her. "Fondle me while you do," he amended, leaning back on his hands and spreading his legs. Reaching forward, Narva cradled and gently massaged his scaly ballsack while she was forced to recount the experience. The strangeness of his human genitals. The warmth of his crotch, the thickness and courseness of his thatch of pubic hair, and how it had tickled her nose unpleasantly when he'd forced her mouth all the way down on him. The queer smoothness of his penis.
"Was it larger than mine?" Rhix asked, his own penis extending from its scaly sheath before her eyes.
"No", she was forced to admit. She wished she could strike him dead with her thoughts when she saw the look of pride on his face.
Rhix made her continue. Under interrogation she relayed how he'd started her off slowly, but before long had grabbed her head and made her deep-throat him. How he'd slapped his strange hairy balls to her chin and made her drink his seed. Yes, she said; it tasted much the same as yours. And the tribesmen, yes.
He prompted, and she went on about how he'd pulled her into his room and all but threw her onto his bed. He'd made her pose for him while he worked himself back up to readiness. He'd finally settled on a kneeling position, her face in his musty blankets, rump held high in the air. She recounted biting those blankets when he went in. How he'd only grunted as he'd fucked her, using her as an object, asking little.
"-He spanked me a few times, while he was fucking me," Narva was saying, in a hollow voice, when Rhix tapped her on the head. She looked up at him, past his throbbing, fully erect penis.
"I just thought of a much better use for that mouth, slave," he said, cheerily.
Narva never thought she'd be grateful to feel Rhix's cock shove its way into her mouth, shutting her up.
Something had changed. It was hard to tell exactly what, or when, but something was very different in how Rhix looked at and spoke to her.
Gone was the cool confidence of conquest. Gone was his smarmy attitude and taunting. As they silently ate their breakfast in the tavern below the inn, she reflected on the previous day and night. The dispassionate and dismissive manner in which he whored her out to that man. The perfunctory language he used on her. That night, he'd taken her mouth, as he so often had before, but this time it was different. He didn't say much, didn't show any aggression or appear to take any real relish in it. When he'd finally cum in her mouth he'd done so with nary a strained grunting, and immediately after had commanded her into bed with him and that was that.
Her mind reached back to the evening they'd staked out the silos. The moment he'd forced those confessions from her, and had taken her in such an intimate manner. She recalled the quiet moment of awkward vulnerability that followed and her own perfunctory dismissal. Had that been a turning point of some kind. What had he_expected_?
Their morning meal eaten in awkward silence, Rhix led her from the tavern, escaping the stares of the patrons to confront the stares of the townsfolk. The atmosphere was slightly different than it had been when she'd been in the larger town; here, it was clear there was little to no confrontation borne largely out of the air of intimidation that surrounded Rhix. This was a more humble community, and Rhix largely outsized most of the men, and he was armed besides. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement that so long as he caused no trouble (and seemed to spend money rather freely), the indecent distraction of his nude kobold slave could be tolerated.
How nice for them all, Narva thought sourly.
They returned to the smith. Narva was once again told to wait outside. Where before it had represented a nice break from Rhix's rather more stolid company, it now presented as a source of burning shame as she stood, bare to all, alone outside of the building. Unable to cover herself, her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. Eventually she half-turned to present her profile to the street, though this only gave comers and goers with a full panorama of her body. She felt herself hiking her tail to imagined viewers from behind.
Hell on earth.
The door opened, and Rhix stepped outside, laden with a fresh bag; burlap and long, it was slung by ropes over one shoulder and sagged with hidden weight. He glanced at her in a moment of cold appraisal and said, "Over here."
She stepped off the porch of the smithy to talk a few paces into the open street, where Rhix went down on one knee and set the bag down. "Face away from me and cross your arms behind your back," he said. She, of course, obeyed.
She stood, staring resolutely forward as she felt his hands take her by the arms. Cuffs were attached to her wrists, and she felt the soft padding beneath them cling tightly to her scales. Once the cuffs were in place, she felt him attach and tighten something to the back of her smooth collar. Then, her arms were grabbed once again, and pushed up; she whimpered when he pushed her arms further up her back, crossing them at the wrists just below the midpoint between her shoulder blades.
"M-master-" she said, her tone cautioning.
"Shut up. You are not to speak unless commanded to."
That was the end of her verbal protests. She winced as she felt the cuffs clasped together, and then linked to the back of her collar with what sounded like a small, thin chain. The posture thrust her chest out, pulling her shoulders back uncomfortably, and rendered her upper body entirely helpless.
Next he grabbed her tail and she whined in shame as he hoisted it up, forcing her hips back and slightly upturned by the motion, accentuating her naked backside. He tightened a small belt about three-fourths of the way down the length of her tail, cinching it tight such that it pinched her scales and was fixed in place. This, too, was linked to the back of her collar via a small chain.
Arms back, tail forced up. He's trussing me up like a war captive, she thought.
"Open your mouth," he said, and she did so immediately. Something cool, round, and long was pushed into her mouth and pulled back against the corners of her lips. "You may close it," he added, and when her teeth came cautiously back down, she felt her teeth biting into leather. The bar was tightened into place by straps that went behind her head and around her horns. Ah, she thought. A bit and harness. Like a horse. Why? He can just tell me not to talk...
Cuffs were attached to her ankles and tightened; they felt padded on the inside as well, and she doubted that was strictly for her comfort. No sense in chafing her so badly it opened wounds, that would simply make her more of a hassle to care for, she imagined.
Then, suddenly, her world went dark...
Rhix cocked his head, focused on his work as he tied the wide leather blindfold into place. Her binding was nearly complete. Gagged, bound, he wouldn't have to worry about this kobold's clever little mind any longer. She would be totally helpless and dependent on him for any movement and need.
The penultimate bit of her gear was simple; another little belt, affixed with a ring, was tightened to the front of her smooth little collar, over the green jewel. To this he clipped a simple, long leather lead. The leash would keep her in line and with him, as well as make their relationship obvious to even the most dull-headed observer. A master and his pet.
He took in his work. There was Narva. His longtime rival and bane of his life for so many years. Naked, shivering, bound up like a harem slave ready for the market. Her blindfolded head turned this way and that, suffering a full-body shiver with her nudity completely on display and unable to even see who might be staring. Leashed like a dog. Tail bound up to show off every inch of scale she had.
"We have some riding ahead of us, so go ahead and squat down and piss, slave."
Holding the leash, he watched her obey. He wondered what was happening in her mind as the once-proud mercenary crouched in spot, her body pulled and bound such as to highlight her curves and vulnerability. Legs parting into a spread-wide squat, a golden stream soon flowing from her naked cunt. She drooled around the bit, gulping breaths as he forced her to debase herself utterly, in public. He wondered if some part of her would snap. He'd almost be disappointed if that were the case. He'd budgeted plenty of time to break her properly.
She'd had her chance. Now he was going to sort her out for good.
She was shaking from head to toe by the time she finished, and he pulled her back up to standing with a jerk of the leash. From there he marched her down the dirt streets past gaping onlookers. He doubted any of them recognized her by reputation, which was a shame. He would greatly enjoy having her name linked to her debasement, so that she would forever be remembered as the uppity kobold bitch that was brought so low. He'd have to cherish the knowledge for himself until a better opportunity presented itself.
She stumbled and shuffled her way along after him, occasional jerks of the leash redirecting her trajectory until they finally came to the hitching posts. His horse was already laden with his freshly-purchased equipment. Only one more bit of baggage to add.
"Lay down flat on your belly, cunt," he said to her, watching as she gingerly got down on her knees and then, lacking any means of checking her forward progress, simply braced herself and flopped heavily onto her chest. Dropping the leash, he re-opened the bag and collected a little more of her new kit. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her legs up until her calves touched the backs of her thighs, whereupon he belted her legs like that, bent harshly at the knee. Then her ankles were chained to her wrist cuffs, keeping her legs just a little bit parted and harshly hogtied.
Helpless. She was totally helpless. He grinned down at his blind, gagged, trussed-up little naked kobold package. "Is it sinking in yet?" he asked. She whimpered, and then wailed into the gag as his open-palmed slap to her rump caught her totally by surprise.
"We haven't even started," he hissed, grabbing her and hoisting her onto the saddle, laying her crosswise like a captured bounty. He tied a few of her belts to the saddle just to keep her from sliding off, and then he hauled himself up into it. "Hope you're comfortable," he said, voice oozing sarcasm.
Setting up camp could wait. It was time to get down to business.
The clearing was nearly perfect. Grassy and flat, dotted here and there with rocks; thin, young trees, and bordered on its eastern side by a babbling brook, it would more than make due for his purposes.
The horse was hitched, the goods taken off its back. Narva was the last, hoisted from the back of the saddle and set upon the ground. She groaned; Rhix imagined she was pretty sore from the bondage and the long, uncomfortable ride. He couldn't help but smirk at the thought of how much she would look back on that as the best time she was going to have.
"Just you and me now," he said to her, as he undid the belts and let her legs free. She slowly unfolded them, whimpering all the while. "All alone, miles from anyone. Plenty of time to really get to know one another."
He took the bag in one hand and hooked his other hand on her chains, dragging her unceremoniously across the grass to an open spot. There, he undid the bindings on her arms and tail, letting her stretch out. She reached up for her head and he snapped: "No. You are not allowed to remove anything." This stopped her, and he got to work.
A long metal bar was retrieved from the bag. He rolled her to her back and laid the bar above her head on the ground. He took her wrists and bound them to the ends of the bar with little links. Then he took her ankles and brought them up and back, spreading her eagle and binding her ankles to the bar as well. He then took a long hook and hammered it over the bar into the ground, staking her in place like that: On her back, legs held up and apart, arms up and bound to the bar near her ankles. She was spread wide open, her hips pulled up and forward, fully exposing her pussy, which was partly opened by the spread posture, revealing soft pink to the sun.
She was shivering. He could see her working the bit gag with her teeth. He grinned, and took another small tool from the bag, setting it on the ground next to her.
"You tried to have me killed," he said, plainly, as he took her tail and pounded another stake into the ground, securing her tail to it. She was helpless, spread totally open on her back, unable to cover any part of her most sensitive areas. "And I think you and I can both agree your attitude has been terrible."
He looked at his hand, and started to unwind the bandage. He tossed it to the side and flexed his hand. There was a scar where she'd stabbed him (on his orders, sure, but still). A reminder to never be too confident.
"Insulting me," he went on, eyes falling to the naked, helpless, spread-open kobold. "Mocking me. Well, not you'll learn that there are consequences."
He reached down and picked up the small tool - a simple rider's crop, soft leather bound over flexible wood, with a little flap at the end for maximum surface area so even a sturdy steed would feel it, when swung hard enough. He tapped it into his palm.
"You're going to learn," he said, "to submit to me. Not just be commanded to do things. You will learn that I am your master, and that you should think only of how best to serve me, and please me. This pride of yours, this un-earned feeling that being a slave is somehow beneath you - it's time we did something about that."
He dropped the tip of the crop down until it gently caressed the lips of her sex. He watched her tense, and she squeaked into the gag, her fingers and toes flexing. "In the future you will be made to count these out," he explained to the kobold who was herself starting to breathe heavier and heavier. "For now, just think on the many ways you could have been a better-behaved cunt."
There was a sharp whistling noise. A sharp little swip through the air, followed by a slap of leather on flesh that resounded like an arrow striking paper. The soft leather tip of the crop bounced sharply off the soft flesh of her pussy lips, and Narva screamed.
Rhix watched her writhe for a little while. He listened to her soft mewling. Observed as her head turned left and right, locked in her blind little world; he imagined her whole existence was now centered around that stinging feeling right where she was most vulnerable.
"Regretting it yet?" There was another sharp swip and he watched as she was unable to tense before the next blow struck her on the left pussy lip. She shrieked into the gag, back arching, shaking side to side, but she was bound up tight; the metal did not yield, and she was left to wail helplessly beneath him.
"Care to guess how many blows you've earned just for the attempt on your master's life?" he asked.
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CRACK
He looked up at the surrounding trees as birds took off in the wake of her pained scream. He closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. Life was good.
"Are you sorry yet?" he asked, and he ignored any gesture or sound she made as he whipped her, again, and again, and again, up along her inner thighs, across the little spot just above her pussy, and once across both lips deep between her legs.
She was shaking, her voice hoarse from screaming, and he could see her tears staining the blindfold and running down her face. She drew ragged breaths from around the bit in her mouth. He could see the little clenches she made with her pussy lips as her body sought anything it could to alleviate the stinging pain on her genitals. For a moment he let her recover and listened to the strained sounds of her desperate, gulping breaths.
"Must be horrible, wondering how many more there are going to be," he said, as she squirmed, shaking her head desperately. He knew she was doing anything in her power to communicate her will for him to stop; denied her voice, denied her body, she could only plead 'no, no, no' with her head. "I have something in the works that's likely to take some time. We'll spend that time out here, training you. I need you to know that I'm not afraid to hurt you. See, the bond won't let me do anything to you that might threaten your life. But I can do this-"
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CRACK
"MMMNNNNNNNHGH!"
"-as long as it pleases me," he went on, conversationally, over the sounds of her sobbing. "So the big question in your mind should be, 'what can I do to keep master happy, so he doesn't have to do this anymore'. Have some ideas?"
A smile grew on his face as he watched her nod. "Was that a yes?" he asked.
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"NNNNNGH! MMMNNH! MN! MMMNNNH!"
"Sorry, I wasn't sure if that was a yes. Are you remorseful that you tried to have me killed?"
She nodded, rapidly.
"Are you willing to give being a nice, submissive, obedient little slut a try?"
More nodding, rapid, heavy breathing, squirming.
"You still want to kill me, don't you?"
He saw her freeze up. She held her breath. The pathetic whimper that accompanied her tiny nod was delicious for him.
"I thought so."
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CRACK
Her voice could barely maintain the wailing anymore. He watches as she weakly shuddered, her pussy reddened and swollen. He stroked it with the tip of the crop and he drank in the sound of her terrified sobbing.
"Servitude will be rewarded," he said. "Rebelliousness will be disciplined."
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CRACK
This time, she merely bit on the gag in her mouth and uttered strained, agonized little gurgling noises. Her slit was looking very puffy. He knew he'd taken her to the limit. "You will remain still; you will not touch or cover yourself, and will only move when I move you," he intoned, setting the crop down and kneeling beside her.
He undid the bar from her ankles and wrists, allowing her legs to flop down onto the grass. He unceremoniously rolled her to her belly. Grabbing her ankles, he spread her legs as wide as he could get them, fully extended. Her tail he grabbed and hoisted over her back. "Hold your tail up like this," he hissed, and she obeyed. He took her wrists and pulled them back, crossing them under her tail across the small of her back. Then he grabbed her head and positioned it so that she was 'staring' straight ahead.
"You will learn various poses your master finds pleasing. They will highlight your body and promote your sexy attributes. This one is going to be called 'captive'." Rhix straightened up enough to fuss with his trousers, opening them and jerking them down his thighs, allowing his hard cock to spring free and bob rigidly in front of him.
"Master is going to show you mercy, you worthless slave cunt," he said, laying flat over her and pushing his cock between her firm, shivering asscheeks until his tip kissed her clenching tailhole. "Are you thankful that master isn't going to fuck your whip-sore pussy?" he asked, in mocking tones. He noted her weak little nod. "Are you going to show your master how grateful you are by clenching nice and tight around master on his strokes so he feels the best anal sex he's ever taken from you?"
Another small, defeated nod from the once-proud kobold sellsword. He gripped her by the collar. "We'll see," he said, and thrust himself inside with a sharp, full-bodied lunge.
It turned out she had some voice left as her low, defeated wail carried over the grass and through the trees. There was none save her master to hear them as Rhix settled into grunting, lurching, self-satisfied thrusting. It took her a dozen thrusts or so before she caught the rhythm, whereupon he was pleased to note she did, indeed, show her appreciation with well-timed clenches of her anus around his plunging malehood.
His hand gripped her by the horn. She gasped around the gag and he pulled her up, arching her towards him as he forced his thick member in and out of her clenching little tailhole. "You're so fucking tight," he hissed at her, a compliment he never hesitated to give her. "I don't think I'll ever tire of this," he went on, a dark promise that had her whining past her gag. "Whoring you out is lucrative but I suppose I'm selfish by nature. Nnngh! I just want to have this all for myself."
He sped up, his scaly hips clapping her firm cheeks, the sound of his cock sliding past her tight anus adding a wet rhythm to the dominant anal rutting. His mouth was right by her ear when he said, "You can never go back to that old life. You know this. You're my slave. You mouth, your cunt, your ass, all belong to me, all are meant to please me. You're going to shift that fucking attitude of yours, even if I have to grind it out of you!"
He shoved her face down, a hand firmly on the side of her head as he increased the speed and power of his thrusts. Her mewling let him know she felt every inch of him up her backside. She squirmed under him, but never broke the posture, maintaining her prescribed position despite the ravishing her undertail was enduring. His victorious cock spit ropes of clear hot pre into her tunnel, preparing her to receive her master's blessing. His own tail flagged, showing off their union to the uncaring expanse of nature.
"Ah! Fuck! Take it! Take it you fucking cunt! Gonna fill! You! Up!"
"Mnnh! Nnaah! Nnnhgh! Mmnngh!"
Narva had done a good job setting up the camp. Rhix had watched her from where he lounged in the shade of a nearby tree. She was moving gingerly, her two southern holes likely throbbing something fierce, but she was a tough girl and had set up countless dozens of field camps; Rhix reasoned it would give her something to do while she contemplated her situation. The only bit of her bondage that remained was the gag; she didn't need to talk to set up camp, after all.
It took her hours. The sun was setting by the time all was ready. Her exhaustion was obvious when she finally knelt obediently before him.
"Legs together," he instructed her, from where he sat on the log that rested near the firepit. "Back straight, good. Head down, eyes down. Make sure your ass is resting on your calves and heels. Very nice. Cross your arms behind your back just above your tail. Mh-hm. Now, hike your tail up. Good girl. When you kneel, this is the posture I want. Understand, slave?"
Under his withering gaze, Narva nodded. Rhix was naked from the waist down, legs apart, the sight of his scaly balls and thick sheath a decent reminder to mind her manners.
Satisfied, Rhix reached around and undid the gag. Narva worked her jaw a little as she was finally allowed to fully close it. She was unable to mask the grateful expression on her face for even this small mercy.
"Educational day for you, hm?" Rhix asked.
"Yes, master." Her response was quiet, but immediate.
"What have you been thinking about since I finished enjoying your tailhole, slave?" Rhix asked.
Narva winced, her body shivering. "E-escaping you, master..."
"MMNH! Mmnngk! Mngk! Nngkl! Nnglkh! Mnnh!"
Narva hung suspended over the ground, hogtied firmly by a complex latticework of leather straps and cuffs, all secured to a sturdy rope Rhix had thrown over a tree branch. She hung at Rhix's waist height, stomach-down, which provided Rhix a convenient angle to fuck his cock into her mouth. His hands on her horns, Rhix grunted, his tail lashing back and forth behind him as he enthusiastically, brutally, raped Narva's face.
"You! Will Learn!" he grunted, staring down at tear-filled eyes he'd commanded to gaze up at him as he made use of her throat. "There is no escape, there is no killing me, there is no freedom. There is only your service to your master! You think only of pleasing me!"
Narva winced, barely sneaking breaths in between Rhix's cock sawing in and out of her throat. She was bound up tight, unable to move barely a muscle. She could only endure.
Rhix slapped his balls to her chin and left them there, grinding himself inside her throat as he worked himself up to the moment or orgasm, whereupon he pulled back enough that his glans rested on her tongue. "Don't swallow," he hissed, shuddering, as he came. "Ngh! Mmgh! Yes!" he cried, spurting rope after rope of hot, salty shu semen across her tongue and into her mouth. His tail lifted and flagged with every heavy spurt.
When he was finished, utterly spent inside her, he looked down to meet her confused and desperate expression. "Don't spit, either," he said. "Don't waste a single drop." He drew his cock out of her mouth, and she pursed her lips tight, holding it all inside. "I'll check in on you in the morning," he went on, and she yelped into her closed, cum-filled mouth. "You better have that seed still in there when I do or we're trying again."
Narva whimpered, hanging helplessly in her hogtie, glaring at his back as Rhix wandered merrily back to the camp. It was going to be a long night.
It had been a much longer night than she'd even imagined.
She was snapped from her exhausted daze by a tap on her head. Rhix stood naked in front of her, his morning wood bobbing in front of her nose. She barely had the strength to look up from it into his eyes.
"Show me if you've been a good girl," Rhix remarked, conversationally.
Narva opened her mouth for him. She'd been a good girl.
"Well done," he said, genuinely impressed. "Go ahead and swallow."
Narva had never been happier to swallow his cum. Her gulp was audible.
"What do you say?"
She stared at the ground. He was learning. He didn't command her to thank him - that was just the collar making her do it. No, he was implying. She had to say it on her own.
"Thank you, master," she muttered.
"Good girl. Open up."
The sun continued to rise on what promised to be a beautiful, warm, sunny day. The orange glow crept over the top of the tall grass, crawling over the firepit and the tent, then glinting off the naked green scales of the nude Shu male who held a dangling kobold's head by the horns, happily thrusting his cock into a helpless, gagging mouth.
"Submit!"
Narva dropped immediately to her knees and fell forward to her hands. Her head hung low, shoulders hunched high, spine bowed down in the middle and hips rolling up and back. Her tail curled up, not perfectly over her back but rather in an almost artistic curve, her knees pressed together to give just the right firmness and shape her to ass.
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"Nnff!" Narva hiss as the crop struck off her left arm.
"Arms closer together," Rhix said, firmly. "But we're getting closer. Good. Next: Offer!"
Narva, panting with effort, flipped herself quickly to her back. She arched her hips up and swung her legs far apart, fully extended with her knees locked. She reached down, gripped her inner thighs with her hands, and pulled up and back and apart, more fully spreading her open, tail left on the ground but moved to the side.
"Good!" Rhix praised, and Narva whimpered in relief. The last time he'd commanded the 'offer' position, she'd shown less enthusiasm and her cunt has earned a stinging blow that still tingled. "Bitch!"
Narva huffed, quickly getting up to her feet. She turned to face away from him, spreading her feet a shoulder's width apart. Her hands dropped to just above her knees, bending forward at a forty-five degree angle, thrusting her backside out and hiking her tail up.
"Good!" he said. "Kneel!"
Later that night, she'd managed to avoid having to hang from the tree. She'd done an excellent job (by Rhix's estimation) sucking his cock for the honor of being allowed to eat food. He'd opted not to cum in her mouth, and Narva learned that was because he wanted to fuck her vaginally under the light of the moon. It would almost have been romantic, if not for the gag in her mouth, the blindfold over her eyes, or the belts holding her arms together.
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"AAGH! S-six, master! Thank you!"
Narva stood, her legs pulled painfully apart, arms stretched fully up above her, wrists bound to a rope slung over the tree branch she'd hung from not long ago. Rhix stood behind her, tapping the crop into his palm.
"You'll learn," he said, casually. "However long it takes."
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"NNNGH! Mmnnngh! S-seven, master, thank you!"
He was swinging the crop upwards in an underhand motion, catching her mostly on the ass cheeks, though sometimes his aim was better, landing in more sensitive areas. Such was the punishment for answering in the negative when Rhix asked her if she was enjoying the routine of satisfying his morning wood with her mouth.
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"NNNGH! Eight! Thank you, master!"
The days wore on.
Narva learned that there was no way out, but through. She had to admit that she enjoyed the punishments worse than the servitude and it really was just that simple. She could obey, or she could be whipped until she obeyed. It was faster, and easier, to just obey.
Pride was pain. Rebellion was pain. Rhix would out-last her. He got his way no matter what she did. He enjoyed whipping her. Every time he would work her scaly hide with that crop, she'd notice him painfully erect, and endure the ravages of his lust. He never bothered to dress, the two of them spending all day together, naked, intimate. Sucking his cock, feeling him fuck her, was becoming routine. Easy. Like a natural order of things.
The days were simple. She was afforded no privacy. She'd pee on his permission and under his supervision. His morning erections were hers to service, to the extent that he no longer had to ask her. She would see it, move to him, and ask permission to tend to him. Her pride screamed at her, and she ignored it. Her pride was less 'real' than the crop.
She would prepare his food. If she was a good girl he'd let her eat, too. Hunger was a good motivator. As time went on, the more she obeyed, the more he made it a pleasant experience for her. He would bind her more comfortably. He would command her pussy to become wet before mounting her. He would oil his cock before thrusting it up her backside. It wasn't much, but it was better than the alternative. That was all that mattered. Isolated with him, far from anything like help or a way out, it was just easier.
She learned his desired positions. 'Inspection'. 'Heel'. 'Bitch'. 'Kneel'. 'Floor'. She learned them all. Memorized them. Focused her attention on them. They were tools, really, for better treatment. They were doorways to mercy and comfort. She either made him happy, or she got the crop until she agreed to make him happy. May as well just make him happy.
The days wore on.
He liked 'heel'. It was a stressful position; she had to balance on her toes, crouched in a low and painful squat, legs pushed as far apart as she could, with her hands behind her head, fingers interlaced. Back straight, tail up. Very challenging, utterly exposed. One morning, inspired to try and anticipate his desires, she asked him permission to relieve herself. When he granted it, she showed him 'heel', looking him in the eyes submissively as she made water for him.
She was feeling less and less shame. You can only be forced to piss in front of someone so many times, under their watchful gaze, before it stops really bothering you. Narva realized she could get used to anything. Made life much easier.
Her master was so happy with her he commanded her aroused, led her into an area of soft grass, and commanded her to 'submit'. Dropping to all fours, she was mounted and fucked, all while he commanded her more and more aroused. She started cumming - first with shameful little whimpers, but soon she learned there was no point in holding back. "Yes! Yes!" she cried, surprised at the sound of her own voice. She came, and came, until she was begging him mercy, begging him to cum. A womb full of his seed was her reward and she was relieved to take it.
She cooked. She cleaned. She chopped wood. She sucked his cock. She practiced her positions. She went entire days without seeing the crop. She knew he was testing her, refining the training to see if she was self-motivating. One day she noticed he was erect. He didn't say anything, so she ignored it. That earned her a hogtie and a full-body work-over with the crop until she was nearly weeping. He didn't explain why, because he didn't have to.
The next time she saw that he was erect, regardless of the context, she would shuffle quickly over and meekly ask how she could relieve her master. The first couple of times, that earned her a nice forced-arousal fucking. Narva learned quickly that being raped was much easier to handle if she were cumming during it.
The days wore on, until the day where they didn't anymore.
It was mid-morning. She was on her knees in front of her master. Rhix sat on the log that served as the bench for the fire, his legs apart so Narva could suck his cock. One of her hands was on his balls, rolling them in her palm. The other gripped him by the sheath to angle his cock such that she could most effectively get it down her throat. She was getting much better at oral sex. Gone were the days of her naively stroking her lips up and down his shaft and hoping for an early orgasm. She knew better, now. Knew to prologue it, to get the taste of his pre, to back off, slow down, use her tongue, listen to his breathing.
Sure, by the time he finished, her jaw would be a little sore. She knew that would eventually pass, too. Much like her fiery defiance, her pride. Something else to discard to make life easier to live.
Given half a second, of course, she knew she'd kill him. But a larger, more pragmatic part of her knew that wasn't going to happen. His control of her was complete. The collar could not be argued with. Seriously entertaining those thoughts invited the crop. Ego, defiance, uppity attitudes only invited the crop. He got his cock sucked. He got his cock sucked the way he liked. It could be with the crop, or without it.
Her eyes flicked up and met his. He was smiling. That pleased her. It meant he was happy, that she was submitting the way he liked and that made life easier. She wiggled her ass for him, flagged her tail. A part of her raged deep down, and that part stayed where it fucking belonged - well out of sight of Rhix, who would simply correct it.
She took him in until her lips met her hand on his sheath. Her gag reflex triggered and she sputtered around him. He hissed in pleasure and stroked her head. Good.
It was all just conditioning. She knew what it was, understood it for what it was. But it worked, didn't it? It worked for a reason. Make him happy, because him being happy meant things were nicer. That was all there was to it. She was a slave now. Not a sellsword. Not a soldier. Soldiers don't get suspended naked from trees holding cum in their mouths for the morning. Soldiers don't count of whippings to their pussies. Soldiers don't thank their master for permission to suck their master's cocks. Slaves do that. She had the collar. She had her master's cock in her mouth.
She was a slave.
When Rhix stiffened, and hissed, and shoved her mouth down all the way, she obediently swallowed her master's cum.
When the rider came later that morning, Rhix put on some pants (for the first time in... weeks?), but Narva did not. Slaves don't wear pants, or cover themselves. When the young man stared at her naked body, she kept her eyes downcast obediently; slaves don't make eye contact unless told to.
Rhix thanked the young man and opened the scroll. Casually, he commanded Narva to reward the messenger. She didn't have to be told what that meant and did not hesitate. The young man protested, but didn't stop her when she opened his trousers, fished out his strange human penis, and took it into her mouth.
It was not so bad as the smith's, anyway. The courier was much gentler with her, once he'd gotten over his shock and, of course, gripped her by her 'handlebars', as Rhix called them. The rider fucked her face with the clumsy enthusiasm of a virgin.
"Looks like we have some riding ahead of us," Rhix ruminated, but Narva only half-listened. It didn't matter, ultimately. Rhix had his job - which was to do whatever it was he needed to do to provide for the two of them. And Narva had her job.
Wetly, noisily, sucking the courier's cock.