Barbarian King

I look at the body that is carrying me. The broad copper shoulders and long black hair weaved into a fuzzy braid that reached his hips. I look at the side of his serene features. It's drinks of Waterfall.

I'm horrified instantly and begin to struggle as I see Three horses carrying a passed-out Michelle on his shoulders. "No fight," Drinks of Waterfall hisses at me. "Almost there."

My heart pounds inside my chest. There's no use in struggling because I already know that I won't escape drinks of Waterfall's arms; and even if I did, I'd quickly be caught. I was, after all, in a barbarian kingdom. I was surrounded and I was an outcast. This is just like a nightmare surrounding me and dragging me toward hell. My heart is not calm and my hands never stopped shivering. My tears had dried on my face and I resorted to whimpering

helplessly in the arms of the monstrous man after I had no tears left for me to let out. I had sworn not to be caught; I could not be a sex slave. I cannot betray Cordell and I cannot lose my dignity.

I was promised to Cordell, and that was something that I intended to keep in my heart and my mind. We neared a huge stone castle-like building with a drawbridge over a freshwater river running through the barbarian kingdom.

Children swim in it, women wash clothes in it, and men drink and fish from it. He carries me right over it, following ThreeHorses with Michelle. The hall that we walk into is bustling

with wealthier barbarians, ones with jewels strung around their necks instead of bones. They laughed, sitting at long rows of tables, stuffing fried legs of chickens into their greedy mouths, and picking up food with their dirty hands.

As soon as the men saw Three Horses and Drinks of Waterfall, they begin to cheer loudly. "Woman! More woman!" one shouts and stands on the table, raising his cup of beer to the sky. I watch as the brown liquid sloshes in his cup and trickles down his arm.

Disgusting. Every single one of them. I hear crying and look in front of me to see Michelle weeping on Three Horses' shoulders. She'd woken up and realized her surroundings. It made me yearn for her. I buried my face in Drinks of Waterfall's shoulder, trying to hide from the

sexual comments and calls.

Three Horses lifts Michelle's skirts and bares her bottom to the crowd. She screams and kicks her legs, tears of embarrassment and shame clouding her big brown eyes.

"Stop! Stop it!"

Drinks of Waterfall laugh—hard—and follows Three Horses up the great stone staircase and into the very first room on the right. There are tons and tons of girls in the large room, some pale-faced civilians and some of the Barbarian descent.

He dumps me onto the floor next to a quivering girl in the corner and unties me. I scramble away from him instantly, cowering next to Michelle, who had also been untied by three Horses.

They mumble something in their language to each other, and then they burst into laughter. The expression on Three Horses' face almost makes me want to laugh in disgust, but

I'm afraid of what he'll do to me. The rest of the girls in the room look terrified.

The barbarians walk out of the room and lock the door behind them. I shoot Michelle a look. One of the civilian girls with honey-golden hair stands on her feet and walks over to the maid and me. "Another said, I'm guessing," she frowns.

"It's a shame. You seem like important ladies. Where were you from?"

I clear my throat and lick my dry lips. "Bellechester."

The blonde beauty gapes. "I didn't know they expanded over to the northwestern villages. I'm from a tiny northeastern village called York. They like attacking over there. There's a lot of wealth in those parts, and quite frankly, I don't know why I wasn't captured earlier. My father

was one of the wealthiest men living in York."

She sits down in front of me, lifting her animal skin dress over her knees. She points at my dress. "You look like you met the same fate, huh?"

I frown, looking down at myself. My red silk dress is no longer shiny and pretty; it was ripped and muddy. I groan.

"Yeah. They led a raid on the worst day possible."

She extends her hand. "Hi, you two. I'm Cassandra."

I shake Cassandra's hand first. "Elizabella."

Michelle shakes Cassandra's hand second. "I'm Elizabella'smaid, Michelle."

"Nice to meet you," the blonde says. "These are the ladies of the harem." She begins to point to some of the girls.

"That's Evalyn, Katalina, Jane, Sulpicia, Athenodora, Didyme, Ivona, Arlena, and Camellia. There's more, but they're probably out with men right now."

She says it so nonchalantly, like being with a barbarian man is a way of life.

Elizabella°°°

Way of life???

She thinks we are toys...I can't let them ruin me...So what if it's their way of life but not mine...I must protect myself and Michelle from these disgusting barbarians...But How...Think Elizabella think...There must be a way out for you...It's not the Dead End...Even if it is then I will break that wall to make my way out...

"It's a way of life," Evalyn murmurs, sliding her frail body up beside Cassandra's.

 Evalyn has short, shoulder-length brown hair and sharp features. 

"We've been here for two years. Sometimes being a harem girl isn't so bad…but in the beginning, we all start with bruises."

I gasp in horror. "They rape you?"

Cassandra shrugs. "More like take us when they feel like it. It's their custom to have women to bed when they feel the need—warriors get more than commoners, though. If a warrior wants to marry a harem girl, she cannot refuse."

My face reddens and I shake my head. "There's no way I'm sleeping around with a billion different beasts. I've promised myself to a man in my village!"

"He's probably dead," Evalyn comments softly.

 "Barbarianskill all the men they see in the villages."

A wave of nausea sweeps over me and I find myself doubled over and clutching my stomach.

 "I won't do it."

"Oh no!" Cassandra cries. "It's insulting when a harem girl turns down a man. It's like a barbarian taboo. But don't worry—we'll do our best to teach you our customs. You have such a pretty face, and I'd hate to see it bruised."

The girls all scramble back to their dirty corners as the door opens and Three Horses steps in with two different men.

Drinks of Waterfall are absent at that time.

They looked around the room. Three Horses points to me and then Michelle and the men nod in approval. ThreeHorses' hand gestures to the array of other women and the men go and pick their girls. The biggest, burliest one picks the smallest, frailest girl in the room. I think that Cassandra said her name was Ivona.

And the lankier, kinder-looking one takes the most-curvaceous woman, Didyme. 

Didyme does not have a pale face like Cassandra and I are. The girls stand in the doorway with their men. Three Horses speaks to the men and glances over at me while speaking several times during his chat. Why are they looking at me?

From inside I was afraid but from outside I pretend to be brave.

"Tiger Claw," Three Horses comments while staring at me, and the men laugh.

 "Dances With Wolves and Tiger Claw?"

The other two men nodded vigilantly. They seemed to be agreeing very strongly on something. Cassandra scoots toward me.

 "He's just named you Tiger Claw after your

spirit. It seems that you injured Drinks of Waterfall pretty badly. He says you've got heart and spirit."

I smile at the fact that I hurt my barbarian captor but as they speak more about this other character, the dancing wolf guy, I become more intrigued. "Who's Dancing Wolf?" I ask her.

Cassandra snorts and her bright green eyes dart to where the men are standing and discussing. "You mean DancesWith Wolves? 

That's the most important figure—you really

ought to know him, Elizabella."

I stare at her. "Alright. Well, who is he?"

"The Barbarian King," she whispers. "They call him DancesWith Wolves. I think that Three Horses is thinking of…oh, my."

"What?" I hiss. "What is it? What are they saying?"Cassandra ignores me first then said: 

"I've only ever been with DancesWith Wolves once. He was beautiful, but he had a temper

like a bull that was trapped in a red room."

"Oh," I whisper. "Cassandra, what do they speak of—"

"Cass," Three Horses croons. "Come. Ku zo nan. Wannanm useum yanã son ya kwanta ka dab da Ivona."

( What the Hell i don't understand a word they are speaking )

She gets up from her position and goes to the burlier man, clinging to his arm and purring seductively at him. I am left sitting on the ground next to Michelle, completely flabbergasted. I do not know their language and the fact that Cassandra is so willing happens to disgust me. How can she let them stomp over her dignity?

Three Horses look up at me and walk over to where I am sitting. Michelle covers back; the barbarian sneers at her before grabbing my arm and yanking me to my feet. 

"You to come with me."

My eyes widen as he pulls me along. I dig my bare heel into the stone floor and yank us both to a stop. I pulled us back with all my force...

Three Horses looks annoyed. "You speak the Common Tongue?"

"Not enough time to sit and chat, farar fata karuwa." 

ThreeHorses hisses at me "He is waiting for you. You are lucky to serve him."

My eyes widen and fire runs through my veins. I pulled my arm out of his grasp. He turns around in surprise and anger.

"I refuse! I will not go!"

The girls in the room all gasp and everything falls silent. Before I can register, Three Horses hit me over the face. I double over in shock and pain, clutching at my lip, which has been split open. Blood drips down to my chin.

"You do not speak with me like that," he booms. 

"You do not speak like that with your master. You bitch, you are lucky that I am not your master!"

I'm so dizzy from the force of his blow that I weakly follow ashe grabs my arm and pulls me down the hallway. They are dark, hot, and long. I cannot see where I am going. Torches illuminate the stone walls, allowing me to see the cobwebs and blood on the bricks.

This place is my worst nightmare, this place is my Hell. There's a big room across the hall, guarded by two grand doors. From under the doors, I can see the faint flickering light of a fire and hear the soft clink of wine glasses and jewels.

Three Horses knock on the door and mumble something else in their language to whoever was inside. A deep, smooth bass voice rumbles from inside. Three Horsespushes open the door and throw me on the ground. I gasp, bringing my hands out before me to break my fall. 

A huge animal skin chair sits before the fire. I cannot see my new master's face. I can only see his giant, bronzed arm, tattooed and muscled.

Who is He?

Three Horses walks around the front and begins to speak with his master.

 "I thought she might please you master..." That's what he says.

They laugh, and Three Horses shows the superior the bag of items they had collected from my house. Intricate china plates, pots, jewels, gold, and fine silver cups. I growl in

disgust. They were my Parent's hard-earned labor.

"Out with you," the one in the chair says, and Three Horses is already on his way out of the door. I am still laying on the floor.

 I have not the strength to scramble away,

 but my eyes and heart are still like a tiger and they still rage with fire.

He stands up from his chair to his towering height of almost seven feet tall and looks down at me. It's dark and I can't see his face, or how disgusted he might be with me.

 I push myself up to my knees and look away from him. "'They call you Tiger Claw," he whispers. 

"You know why?" I shake my head, " I Don't Know "still refusing to look at him.

"'They think you are strong and wild." The Barbarian King finishes. "Strong men need strong women."

I hear his thundering footsteps near me. He fists his hand into my hair, and I shut my eyes close, waiting for the painful pull, But it never comes. He gently turns my head towards his.

My eyes widen and I gasped. 

He's the most beautiful specimen of a man I've ever seen. His long hair is thickly braided and hangs down to his hips. His eyes are black and his eyelashes are thick black as well, making his face look darker. He has full russet lips, a cleft in his prominent chin, and defined cheekbones that make his manly face look

perfectly contoured in the firelight. His huge finger finds my lip and touches the blood there.

"Who did this to you?" he asked me. 

I'm so startled that I can't find my words. I only glance towards the door. 

"Three Horses?"

I nod, and he grits his teeth. "Bastard should beat his ownwhores," he grumbles as he yanks me up by my arm.

I stand in front of him weakly, uncomfortable in my dirty red dress. He stands back and looks at me. He slips off his fur vest, revealing a huge muscled chest and abs so prominent that they looked like they could grate cheese. I refrain

myself from fainting at this man's sheer beauty. I also gulped my Saliva. I was never been this kind of lady maybe I have never seen a man naked so handsome in front of me. Suddenly, he raises his hand and tears off a strip of my red

silk dress.

 I shriek and back away from him. 

"What do you think you are doing?"

 I hiss at his horror. He cocks his head,

not quite understanding. His hands go around to his waist to untie the breechcloth that hid his manhood from my eyes.

"No!" I put my hands up to cease his movement. I stumbled back to where the barbarian's bed was and gripped the fur covers.

He looks at me like I have three heads growing out of my neck.

 "No?"

 he asks in confusion. 

"No?"

His hands fall away from his breechcloth as he narrows his eyes and sucks his lip into his mouth. My heart is pounding. He comes at me quickly and I scream, trying to jump away from the bed. but I am too slow.

He wrestles me to the bed, lifting my skirts and struggling his way through my undergarments. "Be still!" he ordered...

"Be still!" 

he said, Even if he Didn't said that I Would still not be able to move because his strength keeps me fast at place.

There are tears in my eyes as he inserts a finger inside of me.....It was painful , The first time i experienced such sharp pain.He makes a noise, like he had been stuck with a question for days and just now found the answer to his question.