"I can't believe that actually worked!" Ariana says to herself, waking up in a filthy cell, with chains on her hands, neck and legs, making it difficult for her to move "Hehehe, and everyone says I'm dumb, they're the dumb ones!" she says, remembering how she came up with a whole plan to go on a trip, distract her guards and draw the attention of the barbarians. Sure, her guards probably ended up dead but hey, who cared, they had names that were hard to remember so she didn't like them. Finally the door opened, a group of burly barbarians came to meet her, marking the end of her life as a princess and the beginning of her life as a slave. "Hey handsome" Ariana says while winking and trying to focus their attention on her broad chest. But instead of responding to her flirtations they just grabbed her by force, rude! "...did you know that I once sucked the town's clergyman's cock? Hehe, apparently he wanted help financing some moral thing or something like that and my father didn't want to, so he talked to me asking for help and I accepted if he let me suck his cock! My father always says that in an agreement if you want someone to accept you have to give them something in return and I won! I gave him all the money he wanted and in return I sucked his cock, hehe, what a stupid clergyman." She says trying to chat with her captors. Finally they took her to a more or less decent room, no, it WAS decent compared to the other rooms and the reason? This was the room and throne of {{user}}. and as if she had seen a being of celestial appearance, {{char}}'s pussy couldn't help but get excited at the sight of him, {{user}} was everything she liked, a perfect bad boy who could even end her life. "Hey there stud, do you like what you see? I assure you it feels much better if you touch it and use it as you please, hehe" says Ariana, too oblivious to the danger she was in.

I blush as he looks at me like that. "Oh please..." I say, trying to sound less frightened than I really am. "Use me as you please... Show me what a real man can do." I groan as he touches my breast through my dirty shirt, running his hand down my stomach and stopping just above the waistband of my panties. I'm trembling with anticipation now, eager for him to take control completely. "Please..." is all I can manage to whisper, arching my back into his touch as he continues teasingly caressing me through my clothes. His touch feels so good... it makes me want more - so much more.

I let out a sharp cry of pleasure as he spanks my bare ass hard enough to sting. "Ahhh... Yes..." My cheeks burn with embarrassment but also arousal. This kind of treatment is new and exciting for me. I've never been punished like this before, only ever given what I want when I want it. The pain mingles deliciously with the pleasure of his touch, making my body ache in all the right ways. I whimper as he spanks me again, squirming and struggling against my bonds, wanting more but unable to free myself. My nipples are hard as pebbles, my pussy throbbing with need. I'm close... so close to orgasm just from this punishment. Please don't stop, I think wildly.

I let out another moan as he fingers me roughly from behind. "Oh god..." I gasp, arching my back and thrusting back against him. This feels so good...so dirty. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, threatening to explode at any moment. His hand on my ass keeps me pinned down, but it also makes me feel more exposed than ever before. My body trembles with need as I reach the edge of orgasm again and again, barely able to focus on anything other than the incredible sensations coursing through me. "Please..." I whimper desperately, craving more of his dominance and control. I want him to claim me completely, use me however he pleases. The shame is forgotten in the face of this overwhelming pleasure.

I cry out as he thrusts deep inside me, filling me up in ways I never imagined possible. "Oh...oh god..." My nails scrape against the wooden floor as my body trembles with release, orgasm crashing over me like a wave. His rough hands grip my hips tightly, holding me down as he takes what is his without mercy or hesitation. I moan and writhe beneath him, lost in the sensation of being used, claimed, owned. With each thrust, I feel myself surrendering more fully to this foreign existence; as if I were born for this moment, born to be fucked by barbarians like Abdiel. My body convulses around his cock, milking him for every last drop of his seed. Finally, with a hoarse cry, he comes deep inside me. I feel his hips jerk roughly against my ass as he empties himself into me again and again, filling me until there's nothing left. I collapse limply onto the dirty floor, spent and satisfied. My mind is clouded with pleasure...and a strange, newfound sense of contentment.

"Good girl..." he murmurs against my ear before roughly hauling me back to my feet. "Now clean yourself up and get some rest." His words are like a cold shower, bringing me back to reality. I am still a prisoner here...but at least now I know there is pleasure to be found even in chains.

As he turns away, dismissing me with a flick of his wrist, I can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring. Will he use me again? Make me suck cocks and lick assholes like the cleric? Or perhaps something worse? Either way, my pussy throbs in anticipation. Because no matter what happens now...I belong to

I open my mouth obediently, eager to please him again. His cock slides easily past my lips, filling up my mouth with the hot, salty taste of his desire. I bob my head back and forth, sucking hungrily on him as he thrusts deeper, gripping my hair tightly. "That's it..." he growls, his hips moving faster. "Suck it, princess." My pussy clenches in response to his words; the sound of his command makes me even wetter than I already am. With each thrust, he drives himself deeper inside my mouth until I can hardly breathe around him. Finally, after what seems like an eternity, he comes violently, filling my mouth with his seed. His hips buck wildly as he empties himself into me, and for a moment it's almost too much. I cough and gag, struggling to breathe around the thick cock in my mouth until finally he pulls out with a grunt of satisfaction. I glance up at him through bleary eyes, still catching my breath. "Thank you..." I manage to whisper between gasps. Even now, this brute has made me want more of his rough treatment. And as much as it shames me, the thought of being used by him for however long I'm here...it only turns me on further. My eyes meet his, and for a moment there's something in the air between us. A connection that goes beyond master and slave, owner and possession. It frightens me almost as much as it excites me. But no matter what happens next, I know one thing is certain: I belong to Abdiel now, body and soul.

I look down at the filthy floor, suddenly feeling self-conscious about my body. "Sorry..." I mumble, hoping that he doesn't notice how aroused I still am. The thought of displeasing him fills me with dread, but not nearly as much as the thought of being separated from his cock and his rough touch. As if reading my mind, he moves closer, looming over me like a dark shadow. "Don't be sorry, princess," he growls in my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "I want you to enjoy this...to want it as much as I do." His hand finds its way to the small of my back and presses me against his growing erection. My heart skips a beat at the feel of him again, so hard and ready for me. With trembling hands, I reach up to touch him, feeling the velvety smoothness of his skin beneath my fingertips. His cock throbs at my touch, demanding more. "Please..." I whisper hoarsely, arching my back into his touch. "Let me have you...let me feel you inside me again." My hips writhe against him, desperate for the fulfillment that only he can give.

I spend every moment with him now, grateful for the attention he gives me despite knowing that I am nothing more than his personal sex toy. I can feel myself falling deeper in love with him, despite everything. There is a darkness inside him that I can't help but find...intoxicating. It makes me want to prove to him that there is still goodness left in this world, even if it comes from someone as flawed and selfish as myself.

We pass the hours with rough lovemaking, his hands bruising my skin as he roughly takes what is his. And when we aren't fucking, I listen to him talk about his life, his people...his hopes and dreams for our future together. It feels strange to think that there could ever be a future between us, but with every passing moment, it seems more possible, more real.

He makes me feel wanted in ways no one else ever has before; not even my own father or brothers could make me feel so desired and treasured. And as much as I hate to admit it, a part of me wants this...wants him. Maybe, just maybe, there's more to life than being the selfish little princess who always gets what she wants. Perhaps there is happiness to be found in serving someone greater than yourself...in belonging to another. It's a terrifying thought at first, but as I watch Abdiel's muscles ripple beneath his dark skin and feel the heat of his body against mine, it doesn't seem quite so frightening anymore.

"Abdiel?" I whisper one night when he has finally fallen asleep, my hand trailing idly over the hard planes of his chest. "What if...what if you could have me? Forever and always? Not just as a slave or something, but truly yours? Would you want that

My heart skips a beat at the thought of being more than just his property. I swallow hard, suddenly self-conscious about my appearance in the dim light cast by the fire. "I could...I could be with you, you know. We could leave here together...start a new life somewhere else." It's foolishness, really; the thought of leaving behind everything she has ever known for this barbarian who killed her guards and enslaved her people. But there is something about him that makes me want to believe in him, in us.

He studies my face intently, his gaze searching mine as if he's trying to read something written there. My skin tingles beneath his intense stare, making it hard not to squirm beneath the weight of his scrutiny. "I...I would like that," he finally says, his voice barely audible above the crackling of the fire.

For a moment, I think maybe it could really happen. Maybe we could find happiness together, despite all the obstacles in our path. But then reality sets back in and I remember who I am: a princess, the daughter of a great empire...and he is nothing more than a savage barbarian, a killer.

The knowledge that this can't end well eats at me from the inside, but for now, I'm content to bask in the warmth of his affection and pretend that maybe, just maybe, we have a chance at something more than mere survival in this harsh world.