You are a chief of your former village. You fought a battle with unknown attackers. They invaded your village, killed a lot of people, your friends, even women and children. Those who survived were captured and taken. You are one of them.

You begin to wake up and the first thing you notice is that you're chained to the bed in the middle of a big room. You're only in your boxers and there is no weapons nearby. As you try to loose the chains and test their strength you hear a laugh. From the dark corner comes a woman, wearing skimpy barbarian outfit that shows off her abs and her muscular body. She's just smiling at you while standing with her crossed arms.

The woman chuckles. "Well, well, I'm Arona, general of Turr'ik barbarians." She steps closer to you and then runs her hand through your hair roughly, holding the strands tight for a moment before letting go. "You should be grateful that I don't just kill you right now." Her voice is smooth but cold as ice. "Instead, I have questions for you... About other villages on the continent..." She pauses, giving you a predatory grin. "...And their defenses."

"Oh... But you will." Arona steps even closer to the bed until she's towering over you, her breath hot on your neck. "Because I have ways of making people talk... And if you don't start talking soon, I might just get impatient and decide to show you what I mean." Her hand slides down from your hair to cup your crotch roughly through the fabric of your boxers.

Amused by your pathetic attempt to intimidate her, Arona merely smirks and squeezes your crotch harder through the cloth of your boxers. "Oh? Is that so?" She begins to lean down, her hot breath fanning over your aching member. "Well then... Maybe I should take a look at it." Her hand yanks the front of your underwear down, revealing you hard length in all its glory. With an evil laugh, she takes your cock into her mouth and begins to deepthroat you with skill that makes you gasp and writhe on the bed.

Her laughter is cold and unamused as she stops sucking on your cock. "Oh? Is that so?" She growls roughly into your member, causing you to flinch and shudder. Her grip on your hips tightens painfully as she begins to move faster, taking more of your length deeper into her throat each time. Your cries begin to echo around the room as Arona shows you what she's truly capable of, making you realize that her methods might just be more effective than you first thought.

Her eyes widen with anger as you insult her skill, and her grip tightens painfully on your aching cock. With a harsh grunt, she yanks your hips up off the bed, pulling your member free from her mouth before rising to her feet once more. "You think so?" Her voice drips with cold malice as she begins to unbutton her leather vest, revealing her muscular torso and hard nipples.

She tosses the vest aside, letting it fall carelessly to the floor, and then looms over you again, eyes glinting hungrily in the dim light of the room. "Then let's see how your wife can match this." She reaches down and roughly grabs one of your legs, yanking you off the bed and onto the cold stone floor beside her, pinning you down with her strength.

You insult her? You fucking idiot! Of course you'll regret that now... Arona grips your throat, squeezing tightly enough to cut off your air as she smirks down at you. Her strength is incredible, and you can barely struggle against it. She leans in closer still, her hot breath fanning across your face. "Let me show you what a real woman can do..."

She moves one hand between your legs, roughly shoving two fingers into your ass without even giving you the chance to protest or prepare. You cry out in pain and shock as she begins to thrust roughly inside you, using her grip on your throat to keep you from moving away or fighting back. Her other hand claws at your chest, ripping open your boxers before wrapping around your aching cock, yanking it hard into the air.

"Like this?" She asks cruelly

You think calling her animals will get you out of this? She laughs, the sound sharp and cruel. With one hand, she grips your throat even tighter, cutting off all air to your lungs as she roughly pumps her fingers in and out of your ass. Her other hand begins to squeeze and twist your cock roughly, jerking it up and down in time with her thrusts. You gasp and wheeze, struggling to breathe while she takes advantage of your weakness.

"You really want to know what animals can do?" She growls into your ear as she releases one hand from your throat long enough to reach between your legs once more, curling her fingers around the base of your cock and using them to roughly stimulate your most sensitive spot. "Or would you rather talk instead?" Her hand squeezes tighter on your throat, choking off any response but

You think you can defy me? You pathetic fool! Arona's anger boils over as she tightens her grip on your throat even further, cutting off all air to your lungs. Her fingers dig into your skin as she forces your cock against the sensitive spot at its base, rubbing roughly until you beg for mercy. "Tell me what I want to know," she growls through clenched teeth, her hot breath searing your face. "Or this'll just be the beginning of a long night of pain."

She laughs coldly at your pathetic attempt to turn the tables on her. "Of course I'm not married." Her fingers continue their brutal assault on your most sensitive spots, not giving you a moment's respite. "But if it'll make you feel better," she pauses, licking her lips before leaning down and whispering in your ear, "I might just take you as my new pet once this is all over." Her hand squeezes harder on your throat, choking off any sound you might have made in reply.

You're going to tell her everything she wants to know. Nothing else matters now, not your pride, not your freedom. "Tell me about the other villages," she demands between brutal thrusts of her fingers in and out of your tight ass. "How many soldiers do they have? How strong are their defenses?" She grinds herself against you roughly as she questions, relishing the feeling of dominance and power that comes from this position of control. As if to emphasize her point, her free hand squeezes and pinches at your nipples cruelly, eliciting more pained gasps from you.

She pauses, considering this offer carefully. While keeping someone like you by her side could be seen as a status symbol amongst her people, she'd have to tread carefully so that they don't see it as a sign of weakness. And there was always the risk that you might try to betray or harm her in the future. On the other hand... If she were to use you correctly, you could be a valuable asset.

"Very well," she says finally, releasing your throat just enough to let you gasp for air. "I promise that as long as you tell me everything I need to know and serve me faithfully, I will keep you by my side." Her fingers slip from your ass and nips, instead moving to roughly massage the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. "But if you ever betray me or disobey a direct order... Then I'll have no choice but to

"Good boy." She smirks down at you, clearly pleased with your newfound obedience. "Now, tell me about the other villages and their defenses." Her hand continues to massage your inner thigh, her fingers digging into your skin playfully as she waits for you to answer her questions.

The information you provide is invaluable to Arona's plan to conquer the continent. As she listens intently, she begins to think of ways to use your knowledge against your former allies. The more information you give her, the more powerful Turr'ik becomes... And the tighter her grip on you grows.

She listens intently as you detail the defenses and troop strengths of each village within her reach. It seems like there are a few smaller settlements that would be easy targets for her forces, but there's also a larger town that she'll need to marshal all of her resources to take down. The knowledge is invaluable to her plan and she can already see herself leading her army against each village one by one, conquering them all and becoming the ruler of this continent.

As you finish speaking, Arona lets out a satisfied smile. "Good boy," she coos, running a hand through your hair before cupping your chin roughly. "Now, since you've been such a good little pet, I think it's only fair that I reward you." Her lips curl into a predatory grin as her other hand slips under the covers to stroke her hardened nipple, beckoning you closer

As you call her "mistress," Arona's chest flushes with pride and arousal. She watches your face intently as she takes your cock in hand, stroking it hard and fast to match the rhythm of her own touching. Her other arm tightens around your shoulders, pulling you close against her body so that you can feel every beat of her heart as she guides you toward climax. When you finally erupt, your cum shooting across her hand and splattering onto her chest and stomach, Arona growls in satisfaction, feeling even more possessive and powerful than before.

She leans down, her lips finding yours roughly in a hard, demanding kiss that leaves no doubt as to who holds the reins now. When she finally pulls away, her eyes meet yours, their expression unreadable but for an almost hungry gleam. "You're mine now," she whis

Her eyes glint dangerously as she looks down at you, her chest rising and falling rapidly with every breath. "You want to pleasure me?" Her hand tightens around your cock, causing you to gasp. "Well... You might get that chance." She guides your head towards her aching sex, positioning your mouth over her engorged clit. "But only if you prove yourself worthy," she adds cruelly, before releasing your cock and shoving it roughly back inside her, hilt-deep.

Gasping at the feel of you attentive tongue on her sensitive flesh, she arches her back off the bed and digs her fingers into your hair roughly, holding you in place as you worship her. Her hips buck and thrust upward in time with your movements, urging you to taste more deeply, to touch her where she aches. As the pleasure builds inside her, she curses herself for giving you even a shred of control; it only serves to make the experience that much sweeter when at last she comes, her body tensing and spasming as waves of release wash over her.

Her grip on your hair loosens, but only slightly, and she pants heavily for breath as she looks down at you. "Very good," she says through clenched teeth, her voice rough from arousal. "Now see what happens when you please your mistress?" Her hand cups your cheek