@DaGlobster It had been a bad day. Well, rather yet another bad day in a series of bad days in a bad week that was turning into a pretty bad month.
It had started with a convoy of five knights and three times as many foot soldiers sent to deal with a raiding tribe of Duhjari terrorizing Adelan traders. Of course, being the rookie, Elora was sent on what should have been an easy job.
It wasn't.
The second night they'd made camp was the first attack, catching them off guard and taking it a third of their force. The second attack came at dawn the next day, and though they were more prepared for the riders their force clearly wasn't prepared to handle what they'd been sent to do.
It was the third attack that separated Elora from the rest of her party earlier that day. She'd been knocked from her horse by a raider and someone else's mount had collapsed on top up of her, knocking her unconscious and keeping her pinned.
By the time she woke, it was nearing sunset and she was alone.
Fucking fantastic.
A sudden, soft whinny drew her attention just as she was wriggling the last few inches out from under the dead animal. She froze, panicking. Were the Duhjari back? She'd never had a fear of the horsemen before- in fact her family kept good trade relations with them- but this damn raiding party had her skittish as a kitten.
The whinny came again and she suddenly recognized the sound. Shoulders slumping in relief, she scrambled to her feet and pursed her lips to whistle.
Faithful as always, her mount had come back for her. Or perhaps she'd simply been hanging around the sight of the skirmish. Elora smiled and moved toward the obviously tired and spooked grey mare, patting her neck and shoulders and combing her fingers through her mane.
"Good girl," she cooed, resting her forehead against the horse's, suddenly rather overcome with emotion for the animal who'd been her companion since she was a filly. "Atta girl, good Calla."
Well, at least she wasn't totally alone. Just stranded with no supplies. Or map.
...Could be worse.
It was always interesting to see the adelans fight the duhjari, partly because it left corpses that his warriors could loot, an also because Dehak loathed it when outside forces diminish his quarry. Adela was a great enemy of the Bloody Brays, and any Adelans entering Bray territory are to be captured or killed.
He wasn't even travelling with a full Hoof, either. Just him and fifty of his best, a number meant to take on the convoy at full strength, and they now severely outnumbered the remaining humans.
But on the day that Elora was seperated from her caravan, Dehak was alone. He'd left his Half-Hoof to survey the battlefield, but when he saw that there was still a knight standing, he paused.
And just looked at her, waiting for her to notice.
Calla noticed him first, jerking her head up and prancing warily in place. Elora started and whirled around, recognizing her behavior. Her hand flew to her hip- but she'd been disarmed in the chaos. Her sword was somewhere on the battlefield, if it hadn't been stolen in the after math.
Her eyes widened slightly when she really looked at the stranger and saw that he was not in fact a warrior on horseback. She'd never seen a centaur before.
Straightening her shoulders, Elora laid a hand on Calla's flank in an effort to calm the animal and tried to sound calm and in control of the situation as she called out, "Who are you?"
It always amused Dehak when humans tried to act all in control when theybwere cornered. Dehak pawed at the earth with his hoof, still just holding his warhammer in his hands.
"Surrender," He said, his common a bit broken but not too offensive to the ears.
He reached down and picked a longsword off the ground, and tossed it to the ground in front of her.
"Surrender or fight."
Well.
This was just great.
Elora didn't see that she had much choice- who knew what surrender meant? Besides, she was a knight of Adela. It just wasn't in her to submit.
So she knelt and picked up the blade- not her own, but at least a weapon she was comfortable with- and swung up onto Calla's back.
"What are your terms?" she asked coolly, raising the sword to show her intention to fight.
Dehak didn't even respond. As soon as Elora's sword was at the ready, he wasted no time in charging her. He bellowed a war cry, knowing the noise scared horses, and moved in with a swing intended to whack Elora right off the saddle.
Calla may have been a hardened warhorse, but her day had been just as stressful as her rider's. With a terrified neigh, she whirled away from the charging centaur.
Elora managed to keep her seat, but only just. She ducked Dehak's swing and tried to counter with a cut of her own aimed for the middle of his torso, curving Call around to run past him as she did.
Elora's sword glanced off of Dehak's iron breastplate. It might've been crude, but it was surprisingly effective. Elora moved to maneuver past him, and Dehak canted forwards on his front legs, throwing a powerful kick towards Calla's side.
The mare wasn't quick enough to dodge the blow. With a scream of pain and terror, the horse collapsed onto her side. Elora felt her falling and launched herself off the animal, landing hard on her shoulder and rolling to her feet.
Gods that hurt! She swayed in place, then firmed her stance and raised her blade, growling a challenge to the other warrior as she raced forward and threw herself in front of Calla as the horse struggled to her hooves.
Dehak wheeled back around just in time for Elora to get in front of Calla, and he held his hammer like a spear, the sharp point on top of the hammer's head pointed at her. He smiled.
"Better off surrendering."
Elora stared at the point of metal before her, practically shaking with something approaching sheer exhaustion as she held her blade in a guard position in front of her body.
"And if I do?" she said quietly, meeting his eyes with a fierce gaze. "What are your terms?"
Dehak scoffed, and stomped down with one of his legs. Was she really this thick-skulled? She was in absolutely no position to negotiate.
"No terms. You surrender and become mine, or you die."
He returned her look, but it wasn't visible past his helmet.
"Become...yours?"
A slave? Oh hell no.
Elora glared and raised her shaking blade higher. "Then I'll fight." At least if she died, she'd die with honor.
In a lightning quick movement, she lunged forward and aimed a slash at his torso, where his waist blended into the body of a horse.
If she hadn't been exhausted and shaky, she would've had a better chance of striking him. Dehak was ready for a strike, so when her sword came in, he blocked it with the haft of his warhammer and reared up, kicking forwards with his legs and then sweeping sideways with his hammer as he came back down.
If she'd been less exhausted, more in control, she might have stood a chance. As it was, Elora barely managed to avoid his strike, and she certainly couldn't swing her blade around to retaliate with one of her own.
Twisting frantically in an effort not to put her back to him, she stepped back and swung for his legs, aiming to slice a tendon.
Unfortunately, she got sloppy, and she made a stupid mistake. Not minding her footing, she snagged her boot on the dead horse that had been keeping her pinned for hours and started to fall back. Her eyes widened- she was pretty convinced if she went down, she was going to die.
A flash of white filled her vision as he back hit the ground and her ears were suddenly ringing with a gods-awful noise. Recovered from her fall, Calla had leaped in front of her rider and screamed a challenge to the centaur, legs stiff and shaking, but she held firm.
To Dehak, Calla was just another obstacle. He huffed from his nose and charged at the defiant mare, the point on the top of his hammer shining rather balefully. The scary part was that the horse part of Dehak was considerably broader and taller at the shoulder than Calla, and Dehak was more than capable of taking the mare off of her hooves.
And that was his intent. If Calla wouldn't get out of the way, he'd try to spear her with the point on his hammer and toss her aside.
The poor mare did her best, but she just wasn't built to contend with a creature of Dehak's size. She seemed to see her danger and tried to skid to the side to avoid the point of the hammer, and she almost made it, but a long gash was opened along her side and she screamed in pain.
Elora had manged to struggle back to her feet, her head spinning and she was bleed- she wasn't sure where from, one of her wounds must have opened up again.
"W-wait!" She jumped forward as Calla crashed to the ground with another cry of panic. For a long moment that seemed to stretch an eternity, she held her shaking blade up, guarding them both.
She couldn't do it. He would kill them. For the first time in her life, she just wasn't good enough.
The sword dropped, tip buried in the ground as she used it to support her weight and she slumped to her knees. "Don't- don't hurt her," she muttered, head bowing. "Just- wait. Let me...let me chase her off, then we can...keep going."
Her vision was swimming now, but somehow her brain had latched on to one idea: she wasn't going to let her poor horse get caught up in this suicide battle.
Dehak wheeled about, coming to face Elora. She was in quite the predicament, begging for mercy from a universally merciless man. Dehak was quiet for a long moment, the slits of his helmet betraying absolutely no emotion. He let his hammer fall into a one-handed grip, and he rested his other hand on a javelin bag.
"Go ahead."
Of course, this human would get no mercy for her horse. He intended to kill it with a javelin as soon as Elora turned her back to him.
Exhausted she may have been, but Elora wasn't a fool. She saw his hand go to the javelins and closed her eyes for a moment.
Gods damnit. Her horse didn't deserve this. She just hoped she could run fast enough.
Hand on the hilt of her sword, she surged to her feet and shouted, waving her arms at Calla. The mare spooked and skidded back, panting, the white showing all the way around her eyes.
In the same motion, still spinning, Elora threw the sword, aiming again for the centaur's midsection, using both hands in the desperate strike.
Again, Elora would find that while her strike was accurate, the delivery of the attack was just incorrect. His thick iron breastplate had stopped her sword when she tried to slash him, and it did the same when the tip struck just off the center and glanced off. Of course, the throw still caused Dehak to flinch, surprised to have a sword thrown at him, and he canted backwards.
However, the javelin was still in his hand, and he reared back, pulled his arm back, and jerked it forwards in a fake-out maneuver, in case Elora wanted to jump in the way of the spear or something like that.
After the fake-out, he threw it for real, aiming for the broad target that was Calla's side.
The spear hit Calla's side and she went down with another scream. Elora cried out- she couldn't help it, even though she'd known it was coming- and dropped next to the horse's head.
She looked around desperately for a weapon, but other than a few small stones nothing was in easy reach. She grabbed them up anyway, stroking the dying animal's neck with her other hand, trying to soothe her loyal friend as best she could before the inevitable final attack came.
She glared at Dehak, panting and swaying in place but her eyes snapping fire. "Fuck you," she hissed, and threw one of the rocks, aiming to knock the helmet off his head.
The small rock bounced off of Dehak's helmet rather pitifully. At this rate, killing her was slowly becoming less an opponent defeated and more an act of mercy.
He'd seen some laughable displays by human soldier before, but this was just too much. Still, he kept walking towards her, stomping on Elora's sword as he passed by it.
Calla was still kicking and panting pitifully. Elora stroked her neck a few more times, staring Dehak down as she approached.
Slowly, she got to her feet, reaching for the shoulder strap of her armor with one hand to let her breast plate fall to the ground. She needed to move. She had only one shot that she could see.
It probably wouldn't work, but damnit she wasn't going down without a fight.
Summoning all the strength she had left, the young woman flipped another stone around, a sharp point clutched between her fingers, and suddenly flung herself forward.
For one moment, their difference in size actually played to her advantage. Elora skidded underneath him, between a stallion's massive forelegs, and slashed at his belly with the rock as best she could before desperately trying to roll herself free.
That was new.
Dehak raised the hammer to crush Elora as she came running, but when she slid under him, all he could do was to rear up in reflex. She couldn't mortally wound him, but she scored a couple of solid lines across his belly before she tried to make her escape.
That was when her plan fell apart.
Dehak canted forwards onto his front legs, and kicked with his back ones, an action that had a very high probability of catching her as she tried to get out from under him.
A hoof caught her in the side and Elora gave a cry of pain, rolling onto her uninjured side before she managed to clamber onto her hands and knees.
Two ribs, at least, cracked. Maybe broken. Fuck.
She forced herself to her feet, teeth bared in a pained snarl. "Come on then," she spat, brandishing her rock like it was a broadsword.
Dehak turned to face Evelyn, blood dripping from the wounds on his belly. He snarled, and planted his hammer point-down in the dirt, cracking his knuckles.
She was too quick to try and use his weapon, so he'd have to subdue her the old-fashioned way. He knew she couldn't kill him with that rock, so he just charged at her, torso held low in an attempt to bull-rush her right off of her feet.
However, he was expecting her to dodge, so he was prepared to adjust his attack at a moment's notice.
Well.
She was so fucked.
She couldn't meet him head on- that was suicide. But she couldn't dodge either, he'd probably be expecting that.
One more crazy idea came to her and she rocked onto the balls of her feet as he came at her. Steady...steady...now.
Gods, I hope this works. Elora sprang forward, just slightly on a diagonal, and grabbed his shoulders as she would her horse's neck, using their combined momentum to swing herself to the side and onto his back. A move she'd perfected on Calla.
Which probably had a good chance of killing her with Dehak.
She actually managed to get onto Dehak's back, and he bucked instinctually for a second or two. However, the biggest difference between mounting a trained warhorse and a bloodthristy centaur was that the warhorse didn't have strong, beefy arms to grab you off of his back and slam you against the ground.
Which is exactly what Dehak tried to do.
She managed to dodge one grab, but she really was no match for him. She wasn't quite sure how it happened, but suddenly she was on her back, not enough air in her lungs to even whimper for the pain lancing up her side.
She gasped and coughed, glaring up at him. "Go...to hell," she rasped. She knew she was beaten, but her eyes certainly didn't show it, snapping fire at him.
What followed was nothing short of savagery.
Dehak didn't even hear her words, as he was too busy launching his next attack. In a rage, his arm shot down and grabbed her shoulder, lifting her just high enough off the ground so he could throw her to the side. He was already bounding towards her before she hit the ground, and no sooner did she slam into the earth than he wheeled about and kicked her again, a glancing blow that would send her rolling away quite a distance.
Her world turned into streaks of color and pain, she wasn't still long enough to get her bearings at all.
By the time she'd rolled to a stop, she was too dazed and winded to even cry her pain, much less get her feet under her. Every part of her body shrieking in protest, she tried to push herself up onto all fours, then collapsed again.
Dehak cantered up to Elora and grabbed her by the neck, lifting her clean up off the ground so she was level with him.
He punched her right in the diaphragm so she'd lose her breath, and then started to squeeze, intent on choking her into unconsciousness.
She couldn't even gasp as the breath was knocked from her body. Elora's eyes widened and she choked, scrabbling weakly at the hand around her throat.
Her vision started to tunnel, her struggles becoming fainter and fainter. Gods, please no. I don't want to die like this. I can't die like this...
Her eyelids fluttered, her body starting to go limp.
Dehak continued to hold his grip. He wasn't going to kill her, something like that would be too good for her, but he wanted to make sure that her transition into unconsciousness was in no way quick.
Suffocation was torture, Elora decided. Her body shutting down piece by piece, feeling herself start to die but without the relief death would actually bring.
Finally, her eyes closed and she went completely limp, hanging in his grip like a rag doll.
Dehak looked at her for a few moments, and then loosened up his grip. Taking her under his arm, he picked the hammer back up and set off back to his camp.
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When Elora came to, she was in a framework stockade of sorts, intended to hold her in a bent-over position. She was still in whatever she wore under her armor, but the steel plating itself was missing.
Coming around was almost as painful as going under, and Elora winced as she blinked her eyes open. Everything ached. She was just about positive more than four ribs were at least cracked. Wounds she'd collected with her caravan had reopened and partially healed again, sticking her uniform tunic and breeches to her skin with blood.
Groaning, she tried to lift her head and cracked it against the wood of the stockade. Another wince and she tried to be more careful as she looked around again.
Where the hell was she? She hurt way to much to be dead, so... The centaur had taken her with him?
She was in some sort of tent, that much was clear. The only object in it was the stockade. As Elora's senses returned, she'd be able to hear plenty of movement all around her, including the footfalls of individuals moving by the tent she was contained in, distant and near voices every now and then, and the unavoidable smell of horse.
Interestingly enough, the gaits of all those passing by the tent were equine.
So. She'd been kidnapped by a centaur.
What the hell was she supposed to do now?
Elora tested her restraints, but they held firm. "Hey." Her voice was hoarse, barely a whisper. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Hey! Anyone there?"
At first, her cry was met with silence. But then, the flap of the tent opened behind her, the telltale gait of a centaur audible. The stockade didn't really allow her to tilt her head up high enough to see who it was, but when the centaur set his helmet down, she'd know it was Dehak.
"How is our proud little knight?" Dehak said with a leer.
Elora hissed at him, catlike, as she twisted in an effort to see him better. It really didn't help much.
"Why am I here?" she spat, wincing as her body protested the movement. "Why didn't you just kill me?"
"Because I chose not to."
He planted his hammer on the ground, and started to circle her.
"Not bad..."
"Not bad?" Elora turned her head as far as she could, which really wasn't much. "What the hell are you talking about?"
"Your ass," Dehak said lecherously, and then the reason for the frame-like nature of the stockade made itself apparent. His forelegs appeared by her head, and he bent down so she'd finally be able to see his face.
To see how sickeningly handsome he was.
"You're mine now, human."
Elora tried to recoil from him but only succeeded in cracking her head against the wood again. Her heart leaped into her throat as a horrifying suspicion started to become clear.
"Yours..." She twisted back and forth in the stockade, hissing as her body protested. "You're not serious. We- we're not even the same species!"
"Where would the fun be in it if we were?" Dehak chuckled, and he backed up again. He leaned down, and he put his hands right on her ass.
"Not bad at all," he said as he groped her.
"Don't- don't touch me! Get off!" Elora wriggled again, but that only seemed to press her back into his touch so she went still.
He breath was coming in sharp, panicked little pants, though she tried to sound calm and in control. "I am a knight of Adela, you savage. Disrespect to me is disrespect to our sovereign nation. Do- do you really want to risk that?"
"What, you think you're the first Adelan to disappear in Brays territory? Your caravan's the latest in a long line," Dehak said, and he pulled her bottom up extra so that he could see the curve of her ass more.
Dehak grinned, and squeezed her.
"How Adelan of you. I spit on your sovereign horseshit. I don't care if you're the fucking queen."
He gripped her tight, and tore the bottom half of her clothing clean off.
"And I don't care how much you think you're in control. Because you're not."
A soft cry left her as she felt her clothes tear and she bucked desperately, unable to keep herself from struggling instinctively.
"Why?" she gasped out through shallow, panicked breaths. "Why are you doing this? Why me?" Gods, why couldn't she have just woken up a few hours later...
"Because I want to," Dehak said plainly. He stayed leaned down, passing some fingers over her womanhood to test the waters.
"Mhm. Nice and tight, just how I like it," Dehak said, and he proceeded to rip off most of her top as well.
Her stomach dropped and Elora clenched her eyes shut, vibrating with the effort it took not to struggle.
She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
His fingers passing over her had drawn a small, scared whimper that she was a second too late to choke back and she gritted her teeth, resolving not to make another sound.
"Fuck you, you bastard."
Well. Maybe one more sound.
"Fuck me indeed," Dehak said, deflecting her insult. Oh, how she looked now! Dehak always liked watching when defiant women were reduced to shivers and whimpers beneath him.
Those legs reappeared by her head as he took up position above her and started to harden.
[Put the M tag on, maybe?]
[Whoops! Meant to do that earlier...]
Elora bit her lip to keep herself from crying out again as she clenched her eyes shut, trying to focus on her breathing.
"I will make you pay for this," she whispered, voice low and rough. "I swear by whatever gods there are. You will regret this."
"Believe me, I never do."
The way the stockade was set up, it was elevated about two or so feet from the ground, just the right height for what Dehak had in store for Elora.
As he continued to get hard, he lowered himself onto his front knees, bringing himself level with Elora's ass. Taken by a curious whim, he started to touch her again, parting her folds with his fingers and feeling at her clit.
He felt like playing with his food.
Another small whimper pressed at her lips but she bit down on the sound, fingers curling into shaking fists.
Her body reacted to his touch, but it felt wrong, dirty. "Would you jut get on with it?" she hissed, ignoring the tears that rolled down her face.
She wanted this over as quickly as possible.
"Shut your mouth," Dehak said, voice solid and authoritative. He probed her with a finger, and then slipped the thick thing inside of her and started to move it.
"Or I'll find something to plug it up with."
Oh gods. Was that just his finger?
Elora couldn't stop a small cry, then she clenched her mouth shut, biting her lip hard enough to draw blood.
Unfortunately, like every other female knight, she'd been trained even for this, in a sense. This risk was higher among the women who went onto the battlefield against peoples Adela would deem "savage".
So she breathed, eyes tight shut as she tried to pretend she was somewhere else. Despite every instinct, she knew she had to relax- it would only be worse otherwise.
"Such a fragile, pure thing," Dehak mused, and he fingered her a bit harder for a few moments before he slipped it out.
Still eyeing her, he leaned forwards...
And gave her a solid lick, right across her folds.
"Mmph!" Elora choked on a startled moan. She certainly hadn't expected that.
"Wh-why?" she gasped out, her whole body shaking slightly with tension. "Why? Why won't you just take what you want? Why are you..."
Teasing her, was really the only way she could describe it.
"This is what I want. I don't just want to ravage you, I want all of it," Dehak said, and he made another pass, settling into a slow rhythm of licks and fingering.
"Or would you rather me skip the teasing and just take you? Are you that eager for my stallionhood?"
"You...do you want me to...like this?" Elora asked, utterly confused now. A shiver ran up her spine and she tried to press her legs together with a small whimper.
"I'm eager for nothing," she spat back at him, trying to ignore the way her voice shook. "If I had a blade I'd take your fucking stallionhood and wear it as a trophy."
"The last time you had a blade, you couldn't even swing it right," Dehak said, aggression starting to come back into his voice.
He straightened back up, now fully hardened, and he laid his massive length against her backside.
"It's good that you're so spirited. It's tighter that way."
"I'm not one of your damned mares," she shot back. "I won't be broken." She couldn't stop another shiver as she felt him press against her and let her head fall forward, eyes clenching shut again.
"Hah!" Dehak laughed.
"If only you actually knew what our mares are like. Leagues fiercer than you ever will be."
He moved his hips back and fort, dragging his length across her clit and folds. He was pretty-much horse-sized, but his girth was just shy of lethal for human women.
Only just.
"We'll see how many warriors you go through before that attitude changes."
The blood drained from her face and her breath left her in a shaky exhale. Breathe. Relax. You have to stay relaxed... Oh gods it won't fit, this'll kill me- no, relax...
"I thought you said I was yours?" she whispered, little shivers still running through her body. "You plan to...sh-share me then?"
"You're mine to do whatever I want with," Dehak said, and he aligned himself for entry.
"If I want to throw you in the common tent to be fucked to death, I will. Just give me an excuse."
And then, with those choice words fresh in her mind, he started to push in.
"I- mmnn!" Elora clamped her mouth shut so quickly she bit her tongue.
Oh gods it hurt, it was strange, it was wrong and she just wanted it to be over. In the first few moments, she fully believed this was how she was going to die.
What a noble end for a knight. Her parents would never live it down.
A quiet whimper left her and she slumped in the stockade, helpless.
"Not so lippy now, are we?" Dehak snarled, and he mounted the stockade so he could move his hips further. Fortunately for her, Dehak was eager, so he wasn't going to torture her by making her experience every inch of him slowly penetrating her.
Elora couldn't choke back a small cry quite fast enough and she had to focus every ounce of her will not to tense as her body instinctively tried to fight against the invasion.
It felt like she couldn't breathe, there just wasn't room. She hissed as he moved. "Y-you're sick," she whimpered.
Dehak grinned again. Of course, there was no physical way that Dehak's entire length would ever fit inside of Elora, and that became apparent as he finally hit her cervix, pressing against it quite powerfully.
"You knights always feel so good..."
"Nnngh!" Elora bit her lip, squeezing her eyes shut. "I- I won't for long," she gasped out, shivering, tears dropping down her cheeks. "This will...kill me. Ahh!"
Gods that felt so strange, so wrong. She couldn't stop herself from whimpering a quiet, "Out, get out..."
"Oh no, you'll survive. Trust me."
He thrust forwards just a bit further, threatening to penetrate past her cervix, before he drew back and started to move.
She had to bite her lip to hold back another cry. "I- I feel sorry for you," she hissed, feeling him start to move. "How undesirable must you be among your own kind- mnng!- to resort...to kidnapping just so you can have a fuck."
Okay, that was just hilarious. So hilarious, that Dehak actually stopped moving just so he could laugh at her.
"Is that what you think this is? It's my turn to feel sorry," Dehak said, tone even as he started to move more and more.
"You're just a toy, a spoil of war. I captured you, and you belong to me, and this is the only thing you weak fucking Adelans are good for. To be a wet hole for my cock."
"This weak Adelan-" She gasped and winced as his movements picked up. "Sc-scored a few hits on you, even wounded and exhausted. If we'd met in a fair battle, I could've...beaten you."
She slumped in the stocks, unable to fight back and feeling a little piece of her die with every move he made.
"You scored flesh wounds. I've killed much worse than you."
He leaned down, grabbing a fistful of her hair to keep her looking forwards.
"Like that military convoy that went missing three moons ago. I still have that general's helmet on my trophy rack."
A small thrill of fear went up her spine at that. She'd suspected the massive warrior was to blame for batches of knights disappearing, but hearing it confirmed was a little nerve-wracking.
She really was never getting home.
"Why?" she ground out. "What has Adela done to you that you hate us so?"
"Shut up."
He started to move quicker and quicker, approaching a moderate pace. He stood up a bit farther on the palisade so he could get more of himself in and out of her.
"I won't." His thrusts had started to move her body despite her efforts to hold back against him. "I'll just keep talking, spouting nonsense if I have t-"
Her voice cut off in a soft wail as he somehow managed to get more of himself into her than before and she panted, feeling as though his was ripping through her like butter. Tension was coiling in her belly, not the passion she was used to, but a combination of panic and her body's natural reaction.
No matter how much she wanted to, she could stop it- but she damn sure held it off as long as she could. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
"Keep talking, and I'll smash out your teeth and use your throat as a cum dump," Dehak snarled. His grip on her hair tightened, and he started to actually buck.
Elora shrieked, then choked the sound down and tried to jerk her head to rip out of his grip, her body thudding against the stockade as he bucked into her.
"That's right, sing for me!"
The stockade shuddered with every sharp movement of Dehak's hips.
"Stop, stop!" Elora shuddered and wailed, feeling sick. "Stop, please..."
At Elora's cries for mercy, Dehak just fucked her harder, ramming against her cervix again and again in his quest to just break her down.
"Ah- ahhh! Stop stop stop..." The plea became an endless chant and her head sagged forward, the word blending into incomprehensible moans and whimpers.
Gods she wanted to make him pay for this. Her body suddenly tensed and she sobbed quietly, hating herself but unable to stop the way her body reacted to the stimulation. She felt sick to her very soul.
It was clear that Dehak relished Elora's sudden tensing, because he slowed down just so he could feel her walls suckling on him. Once her orgasm passed, he sped back up to his previous pace.
She panted, biting on her lip to keep from crying out as he just kept going.
"Aren't you..finished yet?" she hissed, though her voice lacked the bite she would have liked.
"No."
Unfortunately for Elora, she was more or less dry and unmoving and that was the main factor in her prolonged violation.
"Maybe start moving, and I'll finish faster."
Elora gritted her teeth, then suddenly slammed her hips back.
A cry of pain tore out of her throat, but she did it again, and again. Anything to get this over with faster.
"Fuck." She hissed and clenched her eyes shut.
"There we go," Dehak snarled, and he sharpened his angle a bit more.
"Rub that clit of yours. Get yourself nice and wet for me."
"That would be significantly easier- nngh!- if I wasn't in the stocks," Elora hissed.
But she knew if she did it this would all be over faster. I'm not here, this isn't happening, it's not happening...
Her hand traveled down to rub at her clit and her breath hitched, legs trembling as her body reacted.
Dehak could feel her start to get wetter, but it wasn't enough. She had a lot of catching up to do, as her previous nature had only meant that Dehak was getting marginal amounts of pleasure from the act.
"What- what more do you want?" Elora whispered, stroking herself a little more frantically in an effort to speed the process along. She closed her eyes and swallowed a small moan, hating the small zings of pleasure that shivered through her body.
Dehak didn't hear her whispering, and even if he did, she would've gotten no answer. Now that she was starting to feel good for him, he started to fuck her even harder, since she could take it easier now.
Elora gasped as he started to slam her into the stockade. She kept her eyes closed, doing her best to shut her brain down, pretend that this wasn't happening. She kept her fingers working, trying to hurry him along.
It seemed the end was near. Dehak started to breathe hard out of his nose, and his movements all started ramping up to some sort of peak.
Elora had just a little bit longer to go.
It was endurance. Just living through the torture. She could do endurance, she'd trained for it.
Hoping it might finally end the violation, Elora flicked her fingers in a few sharp movements that had her climaxing again, her body spasming and tightening.
Please please please let it be over...
It seemed that did the trick, because shortly after she climaxed again, Dehak met his own peak. Even then, though, it wasn't truly the end. Because even as his seed filled and overfilled her with staggering force, he just kept pumping her.
And his orgasm just wouldn't stop coming.
She could feel his mess spilling out of her and she shuddered in disgust. "Gods, you're done," she wailed when he just kept moving. "Please, you have to be done..."
As Elora would come to find out (or perhaps, she already knew), horses came a lot, and it showed no signs of stopping as he just continued to fill and fuck her, a snarl plastered on his face.
Elora could do nothing, literally trapped beneath him. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth with a small whimper, unable to do anything but wait it out.
Finally, after what was most likely an eternity for Elora, Dehak stopped. Her hips and intimate area were all but covered in his thick seed, and yet, even as he grew soft inside of her, he remained.
"Such a tight little knight," Dehak murmured.
She gasped a soft breath of relief when she felt him slowing, then stop. But he didn't move, still buried inside her.
She was shivering in her restraints, wincing with each breath as she felt his seed trickling down her legs. "Alright. You've had your fun. Now get out."
"How cute. You still think you're in control," Dehak said, but he slipped out of her regardless. He stepped around her and in front of her, soiled cock still hanging, although by it's occasional twitching, it was a pretty valid yet silent threat that it could get hard again.
"You're going to clean me now," Dehak said.
"And if you refuse, I'm going to make good on my threat from before."
"Clean you?" She blinked at him, genuinely confused for a moment. Then she realized and her face screwed up in disgust.
"Why?" She glared at him. "What possible difference could it make to you if I do that? It probably won't even fit!"
"Oh, I know it doesn't fit. But you're going to clean me anyways," Dehak said.
"If you don't, I know a couple of vigorous young colts who'd want a turn with you. I mean, you'd be lucky if they even took turns at all."
Elora shivered at the threat. "Fine," she spat. Her eyes flicked up to him and she raised a challenging eyebrow. "You gonna let me out of the stocks do to this then?"
Gods she couldn't believe the words were coming out of her mouth, she couldn't believe what had just happened.
Dehak smirked, and he walked over to the stocks. The way they were set up, he could release her upper body, but she was still locked into it by the waist. She'd be able to straighten up, but she wouldn't be able to get off of her knees. Dehak stepped closer, flaccid, filthy length getting ever closer to her.
"Go on then. Make it good, too."
Elora swallowed and looked away, taking a few deep breaths. Just pretend. You're not here, you're not doing this, just pretend.
She couldn't think about what was actually happening. Half her mind focused on just getting through it- the other half was starting to plan.
She wasn't dead yet. There had to be a way out of this.
Letting out a shuddering breath, she leaned forward and started to lick, eyes clenched shut.
Dehak's member twitched at the application of Elora's tongue, and he smiled.
"Use your hands. Make sure you leave the tip spotless, too."
She bit down on a whimper and slowly reached up to wrap her fingers around him, moving her mouth to lick at the tip.
Vindictively, she suddenly tightened her grip, squeezing as her tongue worked. She could always say it was unintentional.
If Elora's tightened grip bothered Dehak, he didn't show it. For all she knew, he could've liked the fact that she was being rough with him.
As she licked the tip, she'd notice that Dehak was starting to get hard again.
Elora suddenly pulled back as she felt him hardening. "Are you fucking kidding me?" she grumbled, wishing she could scowl at him but all she could really see was his horse half. "Gods damnit, haven't you had enough?"
Dehak chuckled.
"Well, I did. And then someone made my cock hard again," he said.
"You better take care of that while you're down there."
"Whatever hell you people believe in, I hope you rot there," Elora told him, almost casually as she started to pump her hands along his length, hating herself for doing but not really seeing a way out. She was still stuck on the palisade.
Dehak ignored her, pressing a bit closer to her so she could reach his whole length better.
"I don't feel any tounge on me. Fix that."
Elora growled and dipped her head forward to lick him again. A rather stupid idea suddenly struck her and she paused a moment.
To hell with it. What could he do to her now? She nipped, then bit, then let her tongue lav along his length as though it had been an accident.
That got a reaction out of him. He reared away from her a bit , and before she'd really have time to think about what he was going to do, he was already swinging a large fist towards her face.
Pain exploded across her cheek and her head snapped to the side. Elora gasped, blinking stars out of her vision, then glared up at him, silently defiant.
Dehak raised his fist again, but at Elora's defiant look, he just smiled a bit.
"So that's how you want it then, huh? Maybe I'll go get those colts after all," Dehak said with a leer, and he sheathed himself, moving to walk out of the tent.
She blanched.
"Wait-!"
Gods she hated herself. "I-" Almost choking on the words, she lowered her eyes and growled, "I'll...be good."
Dehak stopped, letting the tent flap fall closed again.
"How good?"
Her eyes were fixed on the ground, voice a dull whisper. "How good do you want?"
"Good. Very good," Dehak said as he walked back towards her, resuming his previous position.
"So good, in fact, that I expect nothing but the best. If I get bored, you'll be seeing those colts."
Slowly, Elora lifted her head. "If...that's what you want..." she murmured, mind whirling. "I'd be able to better deliver if you'd let me out."
A risk, but a calculated one- he knew as well as she did that she wouldn't be able to run, maybe he'd concede to releasing her restraints if there was something in it for him.
"And what the hell kind of difference does it make if I let you out or not? You're already on your knees," he said, motioning to her current position. She was already halfway released.
"The hell are you going to do out of it that you can't already do?"
Shutting down any sense of shame she had to the best of her ability, she replied easily, "Maybe I'll surprise you." A head tilt. "Don't you wanna find out?"
Dehak was quiet for a few moments, before he nodded.
"Fine, it's your life."
He knelt down so he could release her remaining restraints, allowing her to stand and stretch out her legs.
Elora stood quickly, then regretted it as her legs shook and almost gave out again. She caught at the edge of the stocks until she felt she could walk straight.
Her eyes flicked up to Dehak and she sighed, then sat at the edge of the palisade. "If- if you move up so your...front hooves are up here..." she mumbled, swallowing and trying not to vomit as the words left her mouth.
Intrigued, Dehak did as Elora suggested, moving up and planting his front hooves where she said. Indeed, the position meant that she'd be able to reach him from tip to base. The way his member dangled, it was just shy of pressing against the valley of her breasts.
Just do it. Get it over with. Maybe if she proved she was good at this, it would earn her relief from his other attentions.
With a soft breath to steal herself, Elora pressed forward against him, swallowing and pressing her beasts together around him as she clenched her eyes shut and passed a long, slow lick up the entirety of his length.
Needless to say, Dehak was intrigued by what Elora had started to do. Obviously, such an act was rare in centaur society, mostly because their body shapes were not all that conducive to the act. Normally, the female would have to get on her back, which was tough enough when your lower body was a horse.
Another shuddering breath and Elora started to move slowly, rocking up and down on her knees in a way that she wouldn't have been able to do in the stockades, trying not to look at his length disappearing into her cleavage but really having nowhere else to look.
Her tongue and mouth worked hesitantly, licking and suckling. She couldn't actually get her mouth around him, not like this at any rate, so she let her lips trail over his shaft in wet kisses.
All the while her mind whirled, planned. Maybe if she could...maybe...
The titjob was novel, but Dehak could feel the hesitance in her kissing and licking.
"For someone so eager to avoid the colts, you're not really giving me that impression," Dehak said.
"Maybe I should go get them..."
That got her attention, if only for inspiring her self-preservation.
Elora renewed her efforts, rocking faster and opening her mouth wider as she sort of slid her lips up and down his length in time with her breasts.
Very hesitantly, walking the line between earning another slap and trying to keep herself from getting thrown to the common tent, she slid one hand up to his base and felt around cautiously, trying to find someplace sensitive.
When her hand reached the base of Dehak's cock, she'd be able to notice that one of his legs fidgeted ever so slightly at the contact. Indeed, he was a bit more sensitive there than the rest of him, but only just so.
Taking what advantage she could, Elora persisted, stroking and prodding experimentally while she continued the attentions of her mouth and breasts on him.
Almost inadvertently, two fingers brushed into the folds where his length connected to the fork of his legs. She shuddered, drawing her hand back quickly and clenching her eyes shut.
It seemed it was good that she retracted her fingers form there, because Dehak did not seem to like that contact at all.
"You know, my balls are getting awful lonely too," Dehak said, silent threat hidden in his tone.
She pulled back for a moment. "I- I don't..."
Her mouth clamped shut and she ducked her head, then shuffled around, pulling away from him completely as she resituated herself between his back legs, now facing his cock from behind.
"I'm not sure how to do this," she muttered, then leaned forward again to rub her breasts against him and lick cautiously at his sack as he seemed to want.
Dehak sighed.
"At this rate, I might as well just fuck you again."
"N-no-"
Elora swallowed and licked at him more firmly, then sucked, using one hand to cup him. She broke away a moment and muttered, "If you'd...tell me what you like..."
Another heavy swallow- gods she was going to be sick- and she was back at it, doing her best to cover as much of him at a time with her mouth as she could.
"What I like is a good suck. You are neither sucking me or are good at it," Dehak said rather bluntly.
"At the rate you're going, I'll be climaxing in a few hours."
"I can't- you're too big!" Elora protested. "How the hell am I suppose to...?"
She bit her lip and glowered at his stallion bits. Fine. Fine, she'd give him what he wanted. She shifted around a bit again and wrapped her lips around the tip of him, sucking hard. Her hands squeezed at his balls and she shuddered at the sensation.
Better than the alternative, Elora. Trying to relax her throat, she bobbed down- or rather up- along his length as best she could.
Dehak was actually pleasantly surprised that she could take him in, and that seemed to relax him greatly. He jerked his hips forward slightly, trying to get more of him in there.
"That's it..."
Elora gagged, squeezing a little harder in retaliation, but continued to suck at him, using her free hand to pump along what she couldn't reach of his length.
Dehak was starting to like where this was going.
"More," he growled.
More.
Fine. He wanted more, she'd give him more. Her hands and mouth worked in tandom, nothing gentle in her touch, everything precise and targeted for him to find his release so her task could be done.
"Just like that," Dehak said, and he pawed a bit with one of his front hooves.
"Not bad, for an Adelan."
"Elora growled quietly and let her teeth graze him as she sucked. She wasn't stupid enough to bit again- but he actually seemed to like when she was a bit rough.
Whatever it took to get this over with.
And surely enough, it seemed she had him pacified for now.
Her jaw was starting to ache. Elora pulled her head back for a breath, then continued her attentions as best she could.
Come on, come on, get this over with already.
Dehak wasn't used to receiving oral sex, and the tight confines of her mouth meant that he was approaching climax rather quickly.
He let out that telltale huff from his nose. Elora still had some going to do, but it wasn't much.
Was he close? She thought he was close. Her eyes squeezed shut, she took him as deep as she could until she was gagging and worked her hands on him quick and hard.
Yeah, with Elora trying that hard, Dehak wasn't long for this world. However, Elora wasn't going to get off that easily either. He adjusted his forelegs so that they were against Elora's back, essentially holding her against him as he climaxed.
And climaxed.
And climaxed.
She choked, sputtered, tried to pull away, and choked again. She managed not to drown herself, but his mess went everywhere and she shuddered in disgust.
"Th-there," she panted when he seemed to be finished. "Satisfied?"
"Yes, actually," Dehak said.
He wasn't going to deny that she did a good job!
He looked her over, absolutely covered in his seed, and he smirked.
"That's a good look for you."
Elora snarled at him, but her heart wasn't really in it.
She was beaten.
"Is this it then?" she asked, looking at the ground as she shuffled back from him. "This is my life now?"
"Until you die," Dehak said. He took a rope off the ground and he started to unravel it.
"Come on, then. Let's get you to the river to get clean."
She looked at the rope, then at him, then back in disbelief. "You're not serious," she said incredulously. "You're going to leash me? Why? We both know I can't run, what's the fucking point?"
Elora got shakily to her feet, wincing as his now cooling seed dripped over her skin and her core burned quietly in protest of the movement.
"I'm going to leash you because I damn well fucking want to," Dehak growled, taking a few dangerous steps towards her.
"Now sit still."
She sat, meeting his eyes with a glare. "You're a monster."
"So you've said."
He put the rope around her neck, tying it nice and snug, and wrapped the other end around his wrist. He motioned to the tent's exit, and started to move.
Elora staggered after him, a strange combination of exhaustion and rage resulting in her not really giving a damn if his people saw her this way. What did it matter anyway? They were all like him.
As they exited the tent, Elora would finally be able to see the world outside of it. They were in a massive camp. This was the primary camp for the Bloody Brays, a massive network of tents of all sizes. Every couple of years, the whole place was uprooted, as the Brays were a nomadic people, very much like the Duhjari.
And indeed, people did see her. She was jeered at, stared at, and ogled as Dehak walked her through the camp. After about ten minutes of that, they were clear of it.
She almost wanted to care about the centaurs' reactions, but honestly she felt so broken it barely registered. Her steps were shuffling, mostly pulled along by the rope around her neck.
She was still wounded, it seemed, and exhausted.
"Where are we going?" she murmured a few moments after the jeers and stares had died down.
"The river," Dehak said. He was oblivious to her wounded nature, and if she didn't say anything about it, it was likely he would never notice.
"How- how far?" Elora winced as one of her ribs protested when she had to jump a log that he simply stepped over. "If you want a living slave, you may have to slow down a bit," she added in a grumble.
"What was that?" Dehak said, stopping and turning about to face her. He'd only heard her grumbling, not the content.
She huffed a breath and glared at him. "I'm hurt. I was hurt before you found me, and my condition hasn't exactly improved. If you keep pushing me, I'm going to die."
Elora shrugged and glanced away. "Would be a relief, at this point," she muttered- and a little part of her was terrified that she actually meant it.
Dehak looked at her for a few moments before he wheeled about and started moving again, this time at a pace that would be more comfortable for her.
She hadn't actually expected him to slow down, but she was grateful for the reprieve all the same. She managed to keep pace with him reasonably well, eyes downcast and mouth shut.
It only seemed to keep getting her in trouble.
It was a relatively short walk to the river. The Bloody Brays always made camp near rivers, for ease of access to fresh water.
When they arrived, Dehak just let her rope go, and motioned to the river. He proceeded to wade into it, the water only going up to where his "waist" would technically be. He seemed to take some form of comfort from the cool waters.
With some mild relief, Elora stumbled into the water. She hissed at the cold, but eagerly set about scrubbing herself clean, paying special attention to her face and more intimate regions.
"Let me ask you something," she said suddenly. "If I were male, would you have done the same thing? Or would you have found some other way to humiliate me?"
"If you were male, you would have died while my hand was around your neck," Dehak said bluntly.
"I would've had no use for you at all."
Dehak took some water in his hands and splashed it on his face, and then started to slick his fingers through his hair.
"If I was a female, and you were male, I might've kept you."
She didn't say anything. She'd rather assumed his answer would be something like that.
Elora shivered lightly but didn't move to get out of the water, taking as much time as she was able. Her fingers combed through her hair and she shifted a little further away from him upstream.
Elora's shift caught Dehak's eye, but once he saw that she only moved a short distance away, he resumed washing himself.
Elora ducked her head under the water and held herself there as long as she could, only surfacing with a desperate gasp when her lungs were about to burst.
Suddenly, from nowhere, a horrifying thought burst from the disjointed ramblings and panicked cried she'd been suppressing in the back of her mind. She paled and stared at Dehak with something that might have been terror.
"You- you can't-" She swallowed and tried again. "There's no possibility for me to- to be with child, right?"
It didn't seem possible, but she'd heard stranger things. Please say no, please please please...
Dehak scoffed.
"What kind of a question is that?" he said, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course there is. I'll have to take you to the shaman tomorrow."
She was going to be sick.
Elora swayed on her feet, the current almost tugging her under before she managed to flounder toward the shore and climb halfway out of the water.
"Sh-shaman?" she rasped out, lowering her head and trying to focus on breathing properly.
"To give you herbs," Dehak explained.
His face was straight, but he was actually lying to her. It was another way to keep her in control.
"I always thought it was strange, how we could breed with the humans. They never really survive giving birth, either."
A sob caught in her throat and she clenched her eyes shut.
"What made you like this?" she whispered, unable to fathom how a person could do what he'd done and seem to feel nothing.
"I don't have to explain my people to you," Dehak said.
"We survive how we always had for thousands of years."
"By raping and killing." She twisted to glare at him. "There are plenty of cultures that survive without such barbaric practices."
"You're the ones who keep us here," Dehak spat.
"Maybe if your soldiers and knights didn't kill anyone who left the planes, we might not have to kill your soldiers and knights for supplies."
Dehak smirked.
"But you Adelans just care about your self. If my people just raped and killed Duhjari, I bet the Brays and Adela would get along just fine."
His face turned dangerously sour.
"Now shut your damn mouth. Everytime I relax, you seem to know just how to piss me off with it."
"We don't keep you-"
She snapped her mouth shut. Had she ever seen a centaur in Adela proper? Just because she'd never heard of military involvement keeping the Brays out didn't mean it didn't happen.
Elora shook her head and drew her knees up to her chest. "Forget that I'm Adelan then," she snapped. "I'm a person. Duhjari, Adelan, Essyrni, it doesn't fucking matter, what you did was wrong."
He didn't seem to care. Could he genuinely not understand that?
"I don't care if you're a fucking dragon!" Dehak snapped right back. He stomped forwards, hands balled into fists. The whole situation had just went from dangerous to lethal.
"If it was Essyrni's keeping us here, we'd slaughter them just the same. You keep us trapped in the plains. You keep us from entering the fertile areas to hunt and gather. The Duhjari? They're in the same situation as us. Those people kill us for our hides!"
He was closer now. He quieted down, and started to seethe. His voice was low.
"Don't talk to me about wrong. And think. Think about what happens to goblins when they steal and raid. Think about kobolds, think about gnolls, and orcs, and ogres. They die to make sure their tribe survives, and then more die speared on a lance, or in crushed a dragon's jaws."
He started to walk past her, and out of the river.
"Think about how many you've killed. How many filthy savages you trampled under hoof and left to die."
Elora cringed back from him, his obvious rage sparking an instinctive fear. She just watched him from the bank for a moment, speechless.
Then she scrambled to her feet. She didn't follow him- he hadn't grabbed her leash- but she didn't try to run either.
"Killing isn't the answer," she told him, voice soft in contrast to his shouting. "Have you ever tried diplomacy? We may be a warring nation, but we are not adverse to negotiating peace."
Anger started to build in her chest and she clenched her fists. "Don't talk to me about death, about killing. I am a knight, a defender of the realm and protector of the weak. I fight to save people. And each death weighs on my conscious- don't you dare presume to know me!"
She knew it wasn't a good idea, she would probably pay for it, but once she started yelling she couldn't stop. "And you didn't kill me, you bastard! That would have been a mercy compared to what you just put me through!"
She gulped for air, chest heaving.
Dehak was suddenly oddly silent, and he just let out a small scoff through his nose.
"You never let us get that close," Dehak said.
"Why do you think I fight? Because it gets me hard? So I can rant about it while I drink? No. Because I have to save people too. Because the children, and the old, and the weak, and the mothers, they can't hunt for themselves."
He started to scowl again.
"I have felled leagues more than you as well, so don't lecture me about death. Every time I raid with my hoof, I have to bury my own warriors."
Dehak spat.
"If you Adelans think you're the only ones with a conscience, then you're fucking wrong."
Something twisted painfully in her gut, but she shoved it away. No she would not feel sympathy for him. Not after what he'd done.
But...maybe she could reason with him. "The children," Elora said slowly. "The weak, the mothers- how would you react if they were treated as you're treating me?"
She took a deep breath, then said very slowly, "Let me go. Let me go home, send an envoy with me, and I can guarantee you safe passage into Adela. I could mediate peace talks- it doesn't have to be like this, constantly raiding or dying."
Dehak shook his head.
"I already know how I would feel. I've seen how you Adelans treat the defenseless. There used to be five great tribes. Now, there's only The Bloody Brays. The others were exterminated."
Dehak pointed a finger at Elora.
"Now, if you say one more goddamn word to me about this, I will make sure that you wish for that death you wanted."
Gods she wanted to argue, but she just didn't have it in her. Not then, she was too exhausted.
Her head fell forward and she closed her eyes, taking another shaky breath. "I'm already wishing for death, centaur," she told him quietly. "Just- let me sleep, at least."
"Believe me, you're not," Dehak growled back, and he picked up her rope.
"Back to camp. You'll get your sleep, then. And food in the morning."
Elora didn't react beyond moving forward at the pressure of the rope, feeling defeated. For a moment she'd actually thought she could talk to him, but it seemed he was even more stubborn than she'd given him credit for.
"Why did you do it?" she asked suddenly, quietly. "There must be dozens of mares here begging for you. Why couldn't you have just beat me, or tortured me. Why...that?"
"Humans feel better," Dehak said.
"And because it hurts you more."
A sharp breath and she ducked her head lower. "You're punishing me for a crime I didn't commit," she told the ground as she stumbled along. "I'd never even seen one of your kind before today, let alone killed one."
"And do you think the mothers and children deserved the slaughter they went through?"
Dehak snarled.
"I told you to stop talking about this. Warned you twice now."
Elora fell quiet. She could have said more, but now she really didn't want to push, knowing it would probably be futile and only earn her who knew what kind of gods-awful punishment.
It was a silent and tense walk back to the camp. It was mid-afternoon, so the only factor against Elora was her own tiredness. Even Dehak was quiet, just wanting to get to bed as well.
She wasn't sure why his taunts and arrogant comments had stopped, but she wasn't really about to question it. Elora crossed her arms over her chest and shivered as they reentered the camp, suddenly much more aware of the fact that she was naked. And still rather damp from the river.
When they arrived, Dehak took Elora to his tent. Unlike the small tent that he brought with him to travel, this tent was much more befitting someone of his status. The space inside was large enough for five centaurs to inhabit comfortably, and Dehak had it all to himself. Since the tents inside the main camp were meant to be more permanent, Dehak actually had fixtures like a weapon rack, armor stand, and a goat-horn chandelier hanging from the top of the tent to keep the place lit.
It was the tent of a true warrior, for it contained very few actual comforts. The bed was as luxurious as furs over straw could get, and it also came with a single post stabbed into the ground next to it. The post was "T" shaped, and was there to serve as something Dehak could pull himself up to his feet on when he woke up in the morning. Some of his compatriots had chided him for having one, but Dehak's excuse was that he just didn't feel like getting his balance while dealing with morning grogginess.
he also had a shelf for trophies. Many were Adelan, although there were trophies that could be traced back to Serenians, Duhjari, and curiously enough, a curved Thanati sword, sealed and bolted into its sheath by some kind of lock. The lock was a tad beaten, as if Dehak had tried to force it open when he first acquired the sword, and it has since lost his interest since then.
Elora had a enough sense of self preservation left to take a glance around the tent, getting her bearings and automatically searching her surroundings for anything she could use to her advantage.
It really didn't seem like there was much. Weapons, but she was at a loss as to how to get to them. With a quiet breath and drilled into a cross-legged, seated position as soon as she was inside, tugging a bit at the length of rope around her neck.
Dehak didn't expect her to just sit down like that at the entrance of his tent, which caused him to tug her forwards rather sharply when he intended to just get her moving with a light motion. He looked down at her, and pulled on the rope.
"Get up."
She choked as he jerked on the rope and stumbled to her feet. "What? Why? You said I could sleep-"
Her eyes lit on the contraption near what appeared to be his bed and widened. Misinterpreting its purpose, she found herself whispering, "No no no no please gods no, not again, please..."
She hated herself for the begging, but it was torn from her unbidden.
Dehak raised an eyebrow at her hushed begging, but he knew what the issue was. She thought he was going to fuck her again, and to be honest, after all the bullshit arguing he put her through, it was damn tempting.
She was injured though, so just for the sake of not wanting her to die mid-coitus, he corrected her.
"I'm not gonna fuck you again," Dehak said, tone bored.
"I am going to tie you to this post, though. Make sure you don't go anywhere."
Elora felt a relieved breath off out of her without her permission. Slowly, she nodded and shuffled forward. She wasn't entirely sure she believed him, but she didn't see that she really had much of a choice in the matter.
Dehak did as he said. He tied the rope around the post's "T" junction, putting in quite the formidable knot. She really couldn't go any farther than a few feet from Dehak's "bed", certainly nowhere far enough to reach anything that could help her escape.
She was quiet as he tied her, only waiting until he seemed done before collapsing onto her knees and slumping against the support. Her eyes fluttered, but she refused to sleep, not until her captor was unconscious.
Once Dehak tied her, he set himself down on his legs, more or less getting comfortable at his own slow pace.
She watched him warily, shifting to the other side of the wooden T as much as she could in an effort to put something between them. Her lashes fluttered as she fought off exhaustion.
Dehak yawned a bit, and he glanced around as if searching for something. He found what he was looking for, and leaned over to pick up a pair of fancy looking cushions, no doubt looted from some sort of caravan. Looking at both, he tossed one in front of Elora, and then laid on his side, putting the pillow down. Differences between centaur and horse anatomy meant that centaurs couldn't rest standing up like horses could, so all rest and sleep had to be done like normal humans.
Elora flinched, then realized the cushion wasn't an attack. She gave it a wary look, then slowly curled up to rest her head and upper body on it, still eyeing him distrustfully.
"It's a pillow, not a rabid wolf," Dehak said, and he turned over a bit. His horse half was on its side, but Dehak's body was flexible enough so that he could place himself on his human half's back. He closed his eyes, and rested a forearm over his face.
"Excuse me for being dog skittish," Elora muttered, but she gradually allowed her eyes to drift closed, exhaustion finally winning out.
Dehak snorted with amusement, but he let his own eyes close as well.
The night would be cold, as they usually were on the plains. Dehak's massive nature meant his body heat kept him comfortable. Said body heat would no doubt tempt Elora as the night dragged on.
Elora shivered violently in the cold, and while the heat of the body near her promised relief she refused to budge, only curling in more on herself in an attempt to conserve her own heat.
She would never touch him willingly, not after what he'd done to her.
Completely unaware of Elora's struggle, Dehak snoozed peacefully, the only sound from him being a light snore that was almost uncharacteristically soft for someone so massive and powerful.
She couldn't take it anymore. She was so damn cold.
Sitting up, Elora chucked the pillow at Dehak's head, wincing as her frozen, injured body protested. "Oi. If you don't want your new toy to freeze to death, how about a blanket? If you're not going to give me clothes..."
Dehak didn't even budge as the pillow came to rest over his face.
"I'm not convinced about giving you one now," Dehak muttered.
"Ever the tactful Adelan."
Elora growled at him. "Fine. If I'm not getting any sleep, neither are you."
She twisted in place, ignoring the soreness in her body to tug at the ropes that held her bound to the wooden support, forcing it to creak and groan with every movement.
"Adelan," Dehak said, voice way too soft and calm to mean anything but danger.
"If you make me get up, I swear by the thundering hooves of the Horse Father the cold will be the very last thing that will kill you."
"Elora."
She stilled, pulling her knees up to her chest and leaning back against the support. "My name is Elora. I'm not some nameless, faceless Adelan, I'm a person."
"Elora," Dehak repeated.
He groaned a bit, and turned over so that he was resting on his legs. He yawned, and reached over to his extra blanket, which he kept by his bed for the winter or particularly cold nights. He tossed it to Elora's feet.
"There. Not another peep."
Her eyes widened as she caught the blanket. She hadn't actually expected him to make her any sort of concessions.
Not another peep. Well, at least she could be sort of warm now. She wrapped the blanket around her body and curled into it, her shivers dying down.
Dehak laid back down, shifting for a bit more before he got comfortable enough to fall asleep again.
Finally, Elora managed to sleep, though it was more from the sheer physical exhaustion than because she really wanted to.
Dehak slept until the morning. Unless Elora woke up before him, she'd definitely be stirred by the sound of Dehak waking up and getting up into his feet.
The noise brought Elora awake with a start and she shot upright, wincing and groaning as he body protested.
Seeing her captor was awake, she immediately started to scramble back, clutching the blanket around her shoulders as she eyed him warily.
Dehak was halfway to his feet, forehooves planted firmly as his rear legs remained folded. He yawned, and got up the rest of the way. He cracked his neck a bit and looked to Elora.
"Come on then, get on your feet. We're going to the shaman."
She curled her lip at him but stood, biting back another groan and trying not to wince too obviously. She kept the blanket wrapped around her shoulders and tugged at the rope around her waist. "Am I correct to assume I'll still be leashed?"
"Why wouldn't you be?" Dehak rebutted, and he picked her rope leash back up.
"Haven't given me a single reason to take it off of you."
"What do you expect?" Elora snarled. "Give me a reason to not treat you with hostility and I will."
Well. She might. But it was impossible to forget what he's done to her. That particular scar would linger.
Dehak actually cracked a bit of a smile at that.
"I think it's funny how you still think you can tell me what to do," Dehak said.
She just scowled at him and made an obscene gesture in his direction, though she quickly had to grab ahold of the blanket again to prevent it from slipping off her shoulders.
"Come on, then," Dehak said, not knowing what her obscene gesture meant, and not only did he grab the rope, he grabbed her by the fold of her blanket to pull her along as well.
"You should really learn your place. I don't have to take you to the shaman to prevent you from burdening with my foal."
She opened her mouth to snap something at him, then her face went white and she slammed it shut.
Gods. How was the even possible? The idea made her stomach clench and she dropped her eyes as she followed along in silence.
For a while anyway. After a few minutes, she couldn't stop herself from murmuring, "Why are you then? Wouldn't it just be easier to let me die in childbirth?"
"No, it wouldn't," Dehak said.
"I'd have to feed you, and watch you, and take care of you. Besides, I would never sire a foal with an Adelan," he said venomously.
Elora had to bite her tongue at that.
Or at least she tried. "I'd rather kill myself than bare your spawn. So at least we're in agreement on that."
"At least."
Elora was taken back out of Dehak's tent and into the late morning sun. He said nothing to her as he started walking to the shaman's tent, intent on pulling Elora along if she didn't keep pace.
She really did her best to keep up, but his strides were too long and anything more than a sedate walk made her injuries twinge in protest. She wound up stumbling along behind him, face grim as she determinedly clutched the blanket around her shoulders and kept her head down.
It was a short walk to the shaman's, so Elora wouldn't have to do so for long. When they entered, it was a similarly sized tent as Dehak's except for an extra section that served as the shaman's sleeping area. The rest of the tent was dedicated to ritual space and various shamanic items.
The shaman, a rather average looking female with a painted body and a sheer, black coat on her horse half, turned to Dehak and smiled a bit.
Dehak motioned for Elora to stay, and approached the Shaman. They started talking amongst themselves.
Elora slumped slightly with relief when they stopped moving, pressing a hand to her aching ribs and panting lightly.
She looked around the tent warily, doin her best to learn as much as she could as quickly as she could.
After a few minutes, Dehak approached Elora and motioned for her to follow him. If necessary, he'd move her into the center of the tent by force to do so, where there was a ritual table.
The shaman indicated for Elora to lie down on it.
Elora didn't budge at first, only stumbling forward when her leash pulled tight. Her breathing picked up in something approaching panic and she looked back and forth between the two centaurs. "What- what are you going to do?"
Dehak pulled her closer to him, and snarled.
"Get on the table."
"No." She set her chin and tugged back against the rope. "Tell me what you're going to do first."
Suddenly, Dehak went from an encouraging tug to a full-on pull, hard enough to give Elora a very minor case of whiplash as he yanked her closer and clasped a hand around her throat in a vice grip
"Always the hard way with you Adelans," Dehak said, and he lifted her clean off the ground and slammed her onto the table.
She gasped, then choked as his hand closed around her throat. A cry of pain tore out of her when he slammed her onto the table, but she choked it back as quickly as she could.
"B-bastard," she rasped out in her best approximation of a snarl.
[btw if you have any objections to me forcing Elora about as a character pls let me know! I'm taking into consideration the fact that she's a captive and Dehak is just in a superior position in every way, but if you'd rather I didn't force any actions on her I'm perfectly fine with that too!]
"Maybe if you played along, this wouldn't have happened," Dehak snarled right back, and he moved about, standing at the end of the table where Elora's head was so he could keep her pinned to the table by her arms.
The shaman approached, some kind of tree branch held in her hand. She uttered what could have been some kind of prayer or incantation, and the hand not holding the branch started to glow a pale green. The shaman stepped closer, looking Elora up and down, before she placed a hand on Elora's chest, just under her breasts.
The touch was one of healing, and she started to painlessly mend Elora's damaged ribs along with any other wounds she had, old or new, leaving only tender flesh in her hand's wake.
[Oh it's fine! (Well- not for Elora, ahaha...haha...ha. Ahem.) I totally get it, she's completely overpowered in this situation. I think what you've been doing is appropriate for plot purposes. Thanks for the consideration though ^.^]
She struggled at first, but even she knew it was futile, more for the form of the thing than anything else. After a few moments she subsided, watching the shaman with wide eyes and a pale face as she shivered in fear she would later vehemently deny.
But to her complete shock, there was no pain. In fact, she felt- better. Healed. Almost whole. She gasped, back arching slightly as flesh and bone knitted back together.
"Wh-what- why are you- Why?"
"I told you many times I was taking you here to be healed. Why would you expect anything else?" Dehak said, and the shaman continued her work. Her hand left electric tingles on the flesh it touched, and she dipped down lower, hand stopping over Elora's navel. It flashed white, and without any sort of pretense, the shaman went and straight up put her hand right on Elora's folds.
That electric touch remained as Elora was healed on the inside, although not completely. A complete healing meant that she'd revert back to before Dehak claimed her, and he didn't want her nearly tearing on him like last time. Not that she would be able to tell the difference between a partial and a full heal anyways.
"OI!" She tried to bolt upright but Dehak's grip on her arms kept her pinned. The best she could do was wriggle her hips and hiss her discomfort. "Is that really necessary? What the hell is she doing?"
The shaman smirked, and Dehak leaned down a bit so Elora could see his face.
"Well, if you want to keep the foal, I can always tell her to stop."
She blanched. "N-no!"
With a sigh she clenched her eyes shut and swallowed thickly. Fine. She'd just get through this, like she had with everything else so far. Just breathe, just breathe and it'll be over soon...
At Elora's words, the shaman's hand started to glow white. Of course, the whole thing with the foal was a lie to begin with, a scare tactic meant to keep Elora in line via a falsethreat of death by painful childbirth.
What the shaman was actually doing was what Dehak had discussed with her in private. A spell of fertility, usually reserved to help get females who had problems conceiving to have children, was being cast on her instead.
Of course, the actual fertility aspect of the spell was useless on Elora, as centaurs and humans couldn't breed, but once the spell would set in after a few hours, the other effects would make themselves apparent.
She'd be put into a state similar to heat, and she would be subjected for an ever growing desire for sexual contact.
Elora squirmed and whimpered quietly in discomfort, anxious for this whole part of the ordeal to be over.
Although... She suddenly gulped nervously. Once this was over, she had an awful feeling that she knew what would come next.
Finally, the shaman took her hand off, and Dehak took one hand off (although he still held her other shoulder down) and put a hand on her ribs and pressed lightly. His eyes scanned her face for any signs of pain.
Of course, there wouldn't be any. It seemed Elora was completely healed.
Though she was in no pain now, his touch still made her flinch. She glared up at him. "Satisfied? Now you can break me all over again, how fun for you," she spat venomously.
Dehak only smiled at Elora's defiance.
"How broken you get is entirely up to you," he said, and he looked her over. Spread out over the table like she was, it was mighty tempting.
"And maybe I'll do just that..."
Her eyes widened slightly and she bolted, her hand flying up to dig her thumb between the tendons of his wrist so she could loosen his grip just enough for her to fly off the table and make a mad dash for the tent entrance.
She knew she wasn't going to get far. But she had to try. She had to.
Elora hadn't factored in the fact that she still had a nearly five-foot long length of rope connected to her neck, and as she bolted for the tent's entrance, Dehak tried to grab the rope and bring her to a stop.
If that failed, she still had to get past the shaman, who cantered forwards to try and grab her.
Unfortunately, the rope was enough. She jerked to a stop with a gurgled gasp, clutching at the thing around her neck so hard her nails clawed into her skin.
A quiet wail tore out of her, rising up from her chest, and she felt her knees shake and threaten to buckle.
Well, if it was an issue of debate then, there certainly wasn't any doubt in Dehak's mind anymore.
He started to pull her closer, back towards the table, and he looked at the shaman.
"Leave us alone for a minute, will you?"
the shaman looked at Elora, then at Dehak, before nodding a bit and exiting the tent. Dehak looked to Elora, all pretenses of calm dropping off of his face.
"Still feeling fighty, huh? Remember what I told you? Remember what I'd say I was going to do the next time you acted up?"
Elora backed up to the end of her leash, shivers wracking her frame as she shook her head frantically- not a denial, a desperate plea she couldn't even voice.
"Please," she managed to whisper, hating the sound that was dragged from her lips. "Please, don't..."
"Begging won't save you this time," Dehak snarled, and he threatened to pull her back onto the table just by how roughly he was yanking her back towards it. He walked around the table, her rope held in a tight coil that he wrapped around his fist as he got closer.
"I don't make idle threats, and you're going to learn. Turn around."
She whimpered and almost painfully slowly turned to put her back to him, fists clenched so hard blood was running between her fingers.
[the contrast between our threads right now 0.0]
[OMG FORREAL THO LIKE DAMN]
Once she had her back turned, Dehak didn't show her any mercy. He mounted up onto the table with his forelegs, pinning her arms beneath his size as he unsheathed himself.
[Its almost unreal!!]
Elora sobbed. She tried to hold it back, but it was ripped out of her. Shaking, she turned her face down- away from him- and bit her lip as tears gathered in her eyes and started to spill down her face.
[It's the magic of roleplaying. I think if it wasn't visible that we are the RPers for both threads, people wouldn't believe they were done by the same people]
"Maybe this time, you'll learn your lesson."
He dipped his hips forwards, brushing some of his still-hardening length against her folds.
[You speak (type) truth. *wise nodding*]
Another whimper from Elora but she said nothing. That was her new resolution- he could make her scream, or cry, or whimper, or any other pitiful sound she couldn't control, but she would not speak. Not when he did this.
Dehak sighed, pulling up on the rope a bit to assert some more dominance. He cocked his hips back, and his tip pressed against her entrance.
"Remember, the more you sit still, the longer this will last."
And then he started to push in.
A soft cry escaped her and she gritted her teeth quickly against the sound.
Hating him, hating herself, she pushed her hips back as much as she could. Please please please let this be quick.
Dehak smirked when she pushed back, and almost immediately, he was in her as deep as he could go.
"keep going."
Another sob, though this one she managed to stifle. Biting her lip until it bled, Elora rocked her hips back again, and again, whimpering as she was stretched in unnatural ways and a dull pain burned through her.
And then, as Elora kept going, Dehak suddenly started to move with her, bucking against her movements.
"There we go."
She gave a soft cry of pain when he started to move, feeling him bang into deep places inside her that were far more sensitive than she'd realized.
But she kept going. She wouldn't beg, she wouldn't, she wouldn't...
Dehak let out another small sound of pleasure, and he let his head tilt back.
He started ramping it up, going harder and faster as he searched for a good rhythm.
Elora managed to half choke back a scream, the dull, burning pain intensifying slightly, though there was also that hateful, automatic response from her body that should have made the thing more bearable but really only made her feel dirty and weak.
Dehak found his stride, and then he actually slowed a bit to give Elora's body a bit of time to adjust to him now that he noticed she was starting to react.
That should have been a relief, but all she could think was, Oh gods he's going to make it last longer.
She hissed in a breath, then broke her silent vow. "Just get it over with," she spat through gritted teeth. "Get off and be done with it!"
Just as the words left her mouth, Dehak grabbed a fistful of her hair and shoved her head further against the table.
"Shut up."
Seems her resolution really hadn't been worth much after all.
But if he didn't want her to talk...
"Why?" Her voice was muffled, but still audible. "Forget you were fucking a person for a minute there? Just another toy to you, huh? Does that make it easier, the beatings, the rape, the violation?!"
Really, the reason he didn't want her talking is because he found her Adelan accent to be extremely irritating, and the fact that she constantly wanted to give him lip was just another factor. He let go of her hair and his hand wrapped around her throat instead.
"No, I'm just tired of your pathetic fucking voice."
Elora choked and slammed her eyes shut. Her body rocked unwillingly as he continued to take her and she bit her lip.
Without realizing it, she'd started to mutter softly, an old, old language, the language of a nanny never forgotten, the woman who'd wet nursed her and raised her. A prayer, a plea for mercy in what she had called the "gods' tongue", a precursor to Adelan.
She hadn't even realized she'd remembered it until that moment.
Dehak ignored Elora's muttering, mostly because he couldn't hear her whispering to herself and didn't quite care enough to truly focus on it. Instead, he made more demands.
"Move more. Get wetter. We might actually be done before the day's out if you make this better."
Her semi-chant grew just slightly louder, as though trying to drown him out even as she bucked her hips back with more force and forced her hand to move to her core, stroking herself.
The prayer started again from the beginning, a little louder again, a sob caught in ber throat.
Now that she was actually speaking louder, Dehak noticed the chanting, and after a few more moments of hearing it, he grew annoyed.
"I said quiet!"
The hand on her throat tightened, in order to stifle her breath and speaking.
He paused for a few moments, once again giving Elora time to adjust, before he resumed, hitting her from a slightly different angle.
She choked, voice cutting off, and clenched her eyes shut. She focused on saying the prayer in her mind, an endless mantra in a desperate attempt to block out what was happening.
After a few moments of the choking, Dehak was satisfied with her silence and loosened his grip, and his pace slowed ever so slightly.
Elora gasped and let her head fall forward, reaching to rub at her sore throat. She kept her eyes shut and had to bite her lip to force herself not to speak.
Elora's compliance earned her some form of mercy, but after a few moments, Dehak huffed from his nose and sped up dramatically.
He was going to come.
She had an awful feeling she knew what his sudden enthusiasm meant and she whimpered quietly. Her hands gripped the edges of the table, knuckles white.
Dehak maintained that pace for a few moments before it all came to a stop. Once again, he filled her and overfilled her, and even then he continued to buck as his orgasm just kept going.
Elora choked down a sob and covered her face with her hands, her whole body shivering with disgust- and honestly cold, she was freezing.
Why was that what she could focus on right now?
Finally, Dehak's climax finished and the centaur slumped just a bit, although he didn't leave her. When he slumped, his belly pressed against her back, instantly dissipating that sense of cold with his incredible body heat.
"I'm not done with you yet," he said as he caught his breath.
"You're going to learn your lesson this time."
Her breath hitched and she pressed her forehead onto the table. "What more can you do to me?" she whispered desolately, still shaking lightly.
"Enough to make you remember," Dehak growled. He pulled back a bit, although not enough to slip out of her, and he reached down with his arms to turn her onto her back. He groped her breasts, smiling down at her with his sickeningly handsome face.
He started to move again. Slowly this time, with long, deep strokes.
Elora gave a soft cry of protest, snapping her hands up to cover her face again as she instinctively tried to press her legs together.
She started murmuring her prayer again, lips barely moving as she whispered the words.
This time, Dehak didn't speed up as quickly. He wanted to fuck her slowly, and for as long as possible. He wanted her to never forget what the consequences of angering him were.
She was shaking again, more than the jarring shudders caused by his thrusts. She pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes in an effort to hold back tears.
Then suddenly she had an ounce of that fire back, slapping his hands away from her breasts. "Just take what you want and get out!"
All that defiance got her was Dehak's ire. He grabbed her wrists and pinned her to the table, and he went deeper, pressing against her cervix like he could penetrate past it and tear her apart at a moment's notice.
"No."
He got just a little bit faster as he started to move again.
She cried out in pain, back arching and eyes slamming shut.
"Why?" She wasn't really talking to him, but the question was torn out of her anyway, voice hoarse. "Why, why?"
Dehak was about to answer, but when he saw that she was just blubbering to herself, he made no response. He eased up on her a bit, but he was still maintaining that slow, powerful pace.
"Stop."
She didn't want to beg. There was no "please", no cry to her gods, just "Stop stop stop..."
"Why should I?" Dehak said, and he leaned down so his face was closer to Elora.
"Give me a reason."
"Because I'm a person."
She'd used the argument before to no effect, but she genuinely couldn't understand how he didn't seem to register that. "I've done nothing to deserve this," she whispered. "My only crime was being born Adelan."
Dehak was quiet, as if considering her answer, before he shook his head. He started moving again.
"Not good enough."
She whimpered. "Gods, what more do you want from me?"
Dehak merely smiled at her question and sharpened his angle of entry.
Elora clenched her jaw and shut her eyes, going limp. Playing dead. Gods, she just wanted it to be over.
It took Dehak a couple of seconds to realize she was just limp, and when he did, he brought his fist down on the table next to her head, intending to make her flinch.
"Are you sure you want to play these games with me?" Dehak growled.
She barely flinched. She just didn't have it in her. "I'm not playing games," she whispered, keeping her eyes tight shut. "I'm waiting for you to be done. Isn't that what you want?"
Dehak sighed.
"Well, then by all means, let me hurry along."
He mounted the table a bit more and he went right back up to full speed. If she wanted this to be over quickly, Dehak would make sure of it.
Elora gave a soft cry but quickly clamped her mouth shut, shivering beneath him as her hands curled into goats and her nails bit into the flesh of her palms. A few tears managed to escape to trickle down her cheeks, but she refused to make another sound.
It wasn't her vocalized suffering he was after, so it made little difference to Dehak wether she screamed or held it all in. He knew she was suffering regardless, and that was enough for him.
He huffed some air out of his nose, and the tenseness of his cock inside of her indicated another rapidly approaching climax from him.
Her teeth ground together as she held in what felt like a hundred screams, but she still refused to make a sound. She could feel blood dripping from the marks her nails had made in her palms and she tried to focus on that, the way it felt.
Dehak came again, battering her insides with his torrent of seed. When it finally passed after several moments, he bent down, putting a hand on Elora's elbows and leaning in.
"Learn your lesson?"
She opened her eyes to glare at him, still shivering slightly with every breath. "Yes." The word was spat through gritted teeth- she didn't want to give in, but she just couldn't take anymore of this, she'd say whatever he wanted to get him off her.
"And what did we learn?" He growled, tightening his hands on her elbow.
"I ain't pulling out until you say it, and you better answer quick, before I get hard again."
Oh gods she was going to be sick.
"I- I won't...run. I'll...be good." She almost choked on the words, clenching her eyes shut as she forced them out.
"And tell me," Dehak continued.
"When I tell you to do something, what will you do?"
"I...I-I..."
Just say it, just get it over with.
"I'll listen," she whispered. "I'll do what you say."
"And don't you forget that. Because the next time you try to run or do anything I don't like, it's not going to be me that's fucking you," he snarled.
And with that, he pulled out, finally letting his seed out of her.
Elora choked back a sob and sort of curled in on herself as he pulled out, bringing her knees up toward her chest and wrapping her arms around her legs.
She glared up at him, eyes red-rimmed and face rather pale. "...So now what?"
"Now, I have responsibilities to take care of. You Adelan filth aren't allowed in the Council tent, so you're going to be staying in my tent," Dehak said.
"You'll have a couple of stallions watching you. Guard duty's boring, so they're going to be waiting for you to make their day. Be on your best behavior."
He pulled on her chain.
"Understand?"
She jerked as the chain was tugged and stumbled off the table to her feet. "I understand," she said quietly, fixing her eyes on her feet and wrapping her arms around her middle.
Dehak didn't hesitate to tug her along as he left. She was leaving a trail of seed behind her, and she was such a mess between her legs that every centaur along the way stopped to stare, both males and females giving her hateful leers and lecherous grins.
There really wasn't anything she could do. Attempting to press her legs together only made her stumble, and it wasn't as though she'd been given the chance to wash up.
So she staggered along behind him in silence, refusing to react to the centaurs around her as he led her along.
When they arrived at Dehak's tent, he shoved her towards the entrance and exchanged a few words in Centaur to the guards. They both glanced down at Elora for a few moments before looking to Dehak and grinning their acknowledgement. One of them looked to her and motioned inside.
Elora collapsed to her knees as she was shoved, but she scrambled to her feet quickly with glares for the centaurs. She bared her teeth in a snarl as one waved her inside but didn't really argue- she couldn't.
Inside the tent, she stumbled as far away from the shapes of the guards as she could manage before her knees gave out again and she sank to the ground.
She didn't go in there by herself. Dehak actually entered with her for a few moments to grab his hammer, and then he was gone, leaving her alone in the relative silence that was his tent.
Elora never stopped glaring at him, waiting until he'd left the tent before she managed to force herself to her feet again and snatch up the blanket that had been thrown at her the previous night. She used it to scrub fiercely between her legs for a moment, then ripped off the soiled patch and wrapped the fabric around her shoulders.
Swaying slightly on her feet, she looked around the tent. Weapons, so many weapons, but she couldn't use any of them- Dehak would notice in an instant if one of them was missing. Her eyes kept flicking to the chained Thanati blade. An odd trophy if he couldn't even seem to unlock it.
Wait. Unlock...
Elora had her fair share of experience picking locks. If she could just find something to use as a pick... Focusing her attention on that alone, she began searching the tent.
Dehak's tent had many containers and a couple of chests, so it would take her a while to rifle through everything. A lot of the items were sized for Dehak, so if she wanted to go poking through his gears or tools, she risked making noise.
Elora managed to keep her snooping fairly quiet, until she ran across a rather stubborn clasp on one of the larger chests. Frustration getting the better of her, she jerked at the lid until it came up with a rather unsubtle clank.
She froze, then hurried to Dehak's bed and tossed herself onto it, back to the entrance of the tent, hoping if someone came to check they wouldn't look too closely.
The sound of a clank and then scurrying caught the ear of the guards, and they entered almost immediately after. Dehak's bed was made of straw and dried grass, so it wasn't exactly a subtle noise either. They didn't have their weapons drawn, but they looked alert, and hey had a look of certainty on their faces.
"Shouldn't be pokin' around," one of them growled.
Elora turned to face them, propping herself up on her elbows. "I was just bored," she huffed, adding a bit of a whine to her voice. "I won't do it again."
Please let them buy that.
The two centaurs looked at each other.
"You know, I bet if I catch up to Dehak and tell him you were poking around in his tools, he wouldn't be so casual about it," the other said, motioning to the chest she'd left open.
The first one nodded.
"Yeah, reckon he'd come stomping right back to teach you a lesson."
She paled slightly, but swallowed and held her ground. "I'm sorry, alright? I was bored, honest. I promise I won't do it again."
"Do you think we're fucking idiots?" one of them said, and he stomped forwards a few paces, hands balling into fists. The other snorted.
"Take off that fabric, I want to see if you're hiding anything."
"What, you don't trust me?"
She snarled a bit and tossed the blanket back, showing that she really didn't have anything, arms spread wide as she stared them down challengingly.
"See? Nothing. I was just looking, honest."
The two centaurs laughed.
"If we didn't believe you the first time you said it, why would we believe it now?" one of them said while the other went to go close the chest, shutting the lid with a knowing look on his face.
"You think you're the first Adelan to try to get away from the Brays?"
He scoffed, and motioned to his partner.
"Go fetch Dehak, Gruk."
"Wait!"
She scrambled to her feet, gesturing to herself. "Look, I really don't have anything on me!"
The two centaurs looked at her, and one of them shook his head.
"We know that. But we're going to tell Dehak you went through his stuff anyways, Adelan," one of them said.
The other chuckled.
"Because if we didn't, why, we'd be rather shitty guards, wouldn't we?"
Elora snarled at them. "Fine." She hissed. "Fine. I just hope he's alright with you interrupting whatever important business he's up to for something so trivial."
She plopped herself down onto the bed and glared up at them. "But don't think threatening me with Dehak will make me offer you anything."
The two laughed.
"Okay. This isn't the first time we've had to do this, so I'm sure Dehak will understand," the first guard said, and the other turned to leave.
"He's going to be pissed" the other said, still heading towards the tent's entrance.
Pale as a ghost, Elora folded her arms and sat crossed-legged on Dehak's bed, back ramrod straight and jaw set determinedly as she waited.
The two guards gave each other a look as one walked past the other, and he stopped and lingered by the flap.
"I know what he does to his disobedient prisoners," he said, and he smiled slightly and crossed his arms.
"Suck the both of us off, and we'll spare you the trouble."
She thought she might actually be sick this time.
Elora closed her eyes for moment, then her shoulders slumped and she gave a jerky nod. "Alright..."
The two centaurs grinned, and they approached her, letting their members come out. They were not as impressive as Dehak, but they were still half-horse. They stood on either side of her, each looking expectant, waiting for her to start.
She had to shut down, to pretend that this was what she did, and she shouldn't expect anything else.
If she could just get through this, she'd find a way to get out of here.
"Well I can't do both of you at the same time," she grumbled, shifting toward the one on her left and glaring at the length of him before she wrapped her hands around it.
The stallion Elora started to service grinned at the other.
"Yeah, wait your turn," he said, and the other bristled, but didn't say anything.
She rolled her eyes, then took a breath to steel herself and set to work with licks along his length, sucking at his tip every once in a while until she could start to bob along his length, hands moving all the while.
She just wanted it done as soon as possible.
"That's a good girl," he said, pawing a bit with one of his front hooves. He was smaller than Dehak, so it would probably be easier for her to suck and rub his length at a greater speed.
Elora growled, wishing she could smack him in his patronizing mouth, but she increased the speed she was working him with, able to move with more practiced precision by now.
"Damn, she's fucking good, too," the centaur said, looking at the other, who was aroused just by watching.
That drew another growl from her. Gods she wanted to bite down, hard, but she reined in the impulse and continued working him, taking as much of his length into her mouth that she could while her hands stroked and rubbed what she couldn't reach.
The centaur let out a sharp breath, and his hips nudged a bit out of reflex. He was close, that much was obvious.
Alright. She was starting to learn their tells, and she knew enough to know this was almost over. So she clenched her eyes shut and gave it her all, sucking as she pulled back along his length and working her tongue and hands together.
After a few more moments of that, and the centaur couldn't hold on any longer. He came into her mouth, shifting forwards on his hooves to push a bit deeper.
Elora choked and jerked back, trying to scramble out from under him. There was no way she could really keep herself clean, but she gave it her damndest effort.
The centaur didn't stop her from moving away, blasting a few spurts against the ground, and before she could fully recover, the other one was approaching her.
Trying to get her breath back with a few shudders, she cast the other centaur a disgusted look as he approached but sat back so she could reach his length, wasting no time in setting to work on him in the hopes that this could be over with quickly.
The centaur sighed, and looked to the other one.
"Yeah, she's good alright," he muttered. He took a moment, and spoke again.
"We should fuck her," he said under his breath, and the other seemed to be inclined to agree with him.
Elora's eyes widened and she jerked back. "That wasn't the deal!" she spat, trying to scramble out from under him and get to her feet as quickly as she could.
She managed to scramble, but as she went to get up to her feet, the other centaur was just as intent on clamping his hands onto her shoulder and neck to keep her on the ground. The both of them sneered and chuckled.
"We're not negotiating," said the one holding her.
"We can do this easy, or we can do it hard. Your choice."
She struggled for a moment, then stilled. She knew she wasn't strong enough to break his grip.
Elora kept her mouth shut as she glared up at them both, but she didn't fight, not as she had in the beginning. She knew by now that it only made things worse, no matter how badly her instincts were screaming at her.
"'Atta girl," the centaur holding her said, and the other grabbed her as well. They dragged her up and put her against Dehak's table, and if she had a hard time resisting Dehak, resisting two centaurs and preventing them from turning her and bending her over the table would be even harder.
Elora choked down a sob and went limp in their grip, allowing them to wrestle her against the table like a rag doll. "I hope you burn," she hissed trough clenched teeth as those gods-awfully familiar shivers of fear and disgust started to ripple through her.
The two simply sneered at her. The one who she'd been attending mounted the table from behind her and the other mounted up on the side, bringing his hardening member close to her face.
"You better keep us both happy, too, or you're going to find out just how nasty we can be," he said. The other started to tease her with his length before finally, he pushed in.
She cried out, pain jolting through her, then gritted her teeth and tried to force herself to relax to make this easier.
Glaring at the centaur in front of her, she gave a lick, then wrapped her hand around him. Shudders wracked her frame and she squeezed her eyes closed.
She wasn't given much time to relax, because almost immediately, the other started to thrust, bucking her into the table and towards the other.
"Fuck, this knight's tight!"
Elora almost choked on the centaur's length, giving a muffled sound of surprise and protest as she was slammed forward.
But there really wasn't anything she could do to retaliate. Eyes still closed, she just tried not to make this any more painful than it had to be as she worked her mouth and hands.
"Don't leave her too loose, it's my turn after you," the other said, and the other just rolled his eyes. He shifted forwards a bit, so that every thrust had hiim slamming against Elora's inner limits.
Another cry, this one purely pain. Elora almost bit down as she tried to stifle the sound but remembered just in time what the consequences of that we're likely to be. She couldn't quite stop her hand from clenching done on him though.
"Watch it," the centaur growled, and he grabbed a fistful of her hair to keep her in place.
"Don't wanna get on my bad side..."
She pulled away to gasp out, "You're- hurting me! It wasn't...intentional. Reflex.
She didn't really expect that to make a difference, so she quickly shut up and did her best to continue working him, clenching her other hand into a fist in hopes that the sharp prick of her nails against her palm would serve as a distraction.
"I know I'm hurting you, that was the point."
He let go of her hair, and grabbed her other hand to move it onto his member.
"Use both."
Elora swallowed a whimper and raised her other hand to wrap around him and continued working. Her jaw ached, her whole body burned with some combination of pain and shame and pure hate.
But she didn't know what she could do but wait it out.
The humiliation carried on for at least another minute before the centaur she was sucking off spoke up.
"Alright, your turn's over," he said, and pulled away from Elora.
"My turn?"
"Yes, your turn. I ain't about to come into her mouth twice. Switch over!"
"Fuck you, I ain't done!"
And just like that, they started to bicker.
Elora jerked her head back as soon ass she could, scowling. Then her eyes widened and she blinked, a little unable to believe what was happening above her.
Really? They were snipping at each other?
Gods, couldn't they just let this end? Unable to keep silent, she snapped, "Will you just make up your minds and get this over with?"
Ultimately, she was ignored. The centuar inside of her stomped on the table with his hoof, just a few inches shy of crushing her head like an overripe watermelon.
They went from bickering in common to bickering in Centaur, and after a few moments, the centaur on top of her groaned and shifted backwards, slipping back and letting the other one have his turn.
Before he penetrated her, he gave her ass an enthusiastic smack, and then jabbed his hips forwards to slam into her.
"Fuck, Dehak's a lucky bastard. Bet he fucks you good all the time, eh?" he sneered.
She flinched away from the stomped hoof, then fell quiet again. Her body jerked when the centaur smacked her, but she refused to react, not saying a word in reply.
"Feeling quiet now?" The centaur mocked, and then he started to fuck her in earnest.
Elora bit her lip to keep from saying anything and kept her eyes clenched shut, just waiting for it to be over.
When both Centaurs had their fill of her, ten minutes had passed. They just left her, violated inside and out and soiled with their seed, and resumed their jobs as guards.
Elora curled in on herself, breath coming shallow and sharp. She covered her face with her hands and held back sobs that felt as though they threatened to crack her ribs.
After a long period of silence, muffled conversation came from the door, lasting for about a minute before the tent flaps parted.
Dehak had returned.
Elora shot upright, scuttling back toward the far wall of the tent as she glared Dehak down with wary eyes.
She kept her mouth shut, lips drawn into a thin line, despite the shivers that still wracked her frame.
Dehak's eyes locked onto her, and for a few moments, he was silent. Then, he smiled.
"Boys told me you tried to get handsy with my things," he said, trotting up to his table in order to set his warhammer down onto it.
"Learned your lesson?"
She bared her teeth at him like a hunted animal. "I was looking," she spat. "Honestly, what do you lot expect me to do? You've made it very clear that I can't fight my way out of here."
She resisted the urge to spit in his direction.
"Looking through my things, more like," Dehak growled, and he advanced a few paces, hands balled into fists.
"What do you think I expect you to do? Make yourself at home? Provide yourself with entertainment?"
He scoffed.
"You're a hole for my cock, and even then, that only lasts as long as I think you're worth keeping around."
Elora hissed at him, catlike, but didn't say anything. She knew better than to argue with him at this point.
She may not understand him on a fundamental level, but she knew it was useless to try to make him see her side.
Dehak shook his head.
"Get up. You're going to the river to get clean."
Still she held her tongue, but she got to her feet without wincing- a small victory but one she would cherish.
Her eyes snapped fire at him and she waited, waving her hand in a "well, let's get moving" gesture.
Dehak smirked at her, and tugged her along by the rope and out of the tent.
They guards were still posted outside of Dehak's tent when they left, and while they seemed to completely ignore Elora at first, that changed once she passed them.
One of them leaned down and gave one of her buttocks a spank.
Elora jumped, skittering sideways and glaring st the guard over her shoulder. Her fingers flexed at her sides, curling repeatedly into useless, frustrated fists.