The plains have been your home for as long as you can remember. You and your family are nomads, wandering from place to place with the seasons. Life has always been peaceful, despite the work and the hardship. Everything changed when your people were attacked by the Rak’thar, a ruthless pack of brigands and cutthroats. You tried to help defend your friends and family, but you were soon knocked down by the fist of a particularly muscular brute. As you hit the ground, you can faintly hear him call to another bandit, “Oh she’s a beauty! The Chief is gonna love her!” The last thing you hear before you slip into oblivion is their raucous laughter.
When you wake up, the only thing you can see is darkness. You can feel a gag in your mouth and ropes biting your wrists behind your back. You struggle to sit up, feeling the cool air all over your naked body. A gruff voice cuts through your thoughts to say, “Good, good, I was starting to wonder when you’d wake up.”
Your head is throbbing as he grabs the bag on your head and yanks it off. Your eyes quickly adjust as they dart around the dimly-lit tent you are in before settling on the man before you. Dark haired and muscular, he looms over you on the low bed. “On your feet.” He growls. You stay seated, your eyes flashing in defiance. He grabs your hair and drags you to your feet, forcing you to look up at him. “Listen bitch, you’re mine now. I’ll take what I want and if you think you can defy me, I’ll kill you slowly.” Letting go of you, he slowly walks around you, his eyes taking in every inch of your body. He gives your ass a slap, smirking in approval. He steps back behind you and gropes your boobs before leaning in and whispering huskily in your ear, “I’m going to have fun with you…” You flinch and shudder at his touch, feeling his cock pressing against your ass.
But ultimately, you’re powerless to stop any of this from happening.
That thought flitters across your mind as he pushes you down and sheds his clothes. You gasp as you see his massive cock, longer and thicker than any you’d ever seen before. You try to scramble away, but he stops you by placing one hand on your chest. “Feisty, aren’t you?” He murmurs. You desperately clamp your legs together, wishing you still had use of your arms. Chuckling, he uses both hands to effortlessly force your legs apart. “But then again, I like my girls with a little bit of fight in them, it makes it so much more fun.” He grins wickedly as he forces his away inside you. Even the gag cannot silence you as you scream out in pain. Your pussy is almost completely dry, making each thrust painful. As tears start to form in your eyes, he snarls “oh, shut up, bitch, it isn’t gonna help anything!” Before he reaches up and clamps his hand around your throat. You gasp for air and struggle against him, but there is little you can do against his weight as he slowly tightens his hold on you. His pounding is relentless as the sound of his grunts and groans fills the tent, easily drowning out your muffled cries. He penetrates you deeper than you knew was possible with each thrust, occasionally slapping your ass or grabbing your breasts. After several agonizing minutes, he grabs one of your breasts and squeezes hard. You cry out and you realize that his grip on both your breast and your throat are getting tighter and his moans are getting louder. As he cuts off all your air, you desperately thrust back against him, hoping he’ll let go of you. He moans again and you can see a twisted smile forming on his lips before you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel his nails digging into your flesh and every painful thrust. He gives a triumphant shout and you feel him pumping his seed deep inside you, flooding your pussy with warmth. Your eyes shoot open, but everything is fuzzy and quickly going dark…
You never felt him pull out, only an emptiness when you wake up. You slowly look around when you hear him shouting for his slaves. Two scantily clad women walk in and he orders them to take you away and get you cleaned up. They help you to your feet and help you walk out of the tent. Your last glimpse of the chief was of him idly rubbing his still hard cock before he bellowed, “Send in the next one!”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/nzxwin/the_village_f_pov_mf_bond_nc
I’ve written smut for my wife on a couple occasions, so I figured I’d share it with the world. Constructive criticism or formatting pointers are always welcome. If ya like what ya see, come check out my other stories at r/bicuriowritessmut!