13 comments/ 69975 views/ 42 favorites Taken in Battle Ch. 01 By: LadyElaenaBlack The procession through the snow was slow and tiresome; the tribe was making little headway but yet could not stop...the mountain passes were dangerous at the best of times but there had been a marked increase in raids and attacks by the Ice Men so stopping was not an option. Most of the tribe were on foot as the majority of the members were men and women. No children had survived the winter which was why the Chief had made the decision to migrate to the warmer regions beyond the mountains, away from the hard weather and midnight raids. Only the Chief, his sons and his 2nd wife were on horseback, everyone else was trudging through the knee deep snow in thick deer hide boots that offered some protection from the snow and ice. Skara glanced up at the Chief's eldest son, Ronan and glared, "Bastard..." she muttered as she gripped her bone handled blade harder. Skara was one of the younger members of the tribe, having just 19 years, she was also the youngest warrior they had...and one of the most skilled. Her father had trained her since she could walk so that fighting with an axe, blade or bare hands seemed as natural as breathing. The young woman was dressed like all the others; thick pair of deer hide boots, several layers of thick wool undergarments which were all covered with a heavy fur coat with rabbit fur lined hood. She also had thick fur gloves that had become supple and pliable from use. Skara had tried to set herself apart from the other women who all wore their hair tied up with strips of coloured cloth; Skara had chosen to have her dirty blonde hair left down, with plats at irregular intervals around her head. "Who's a bastard?" a musical voice asked. Skara looked around and smirked when she saw Aurelia walking beside her, clad in her usual furs and carrying a roman sword; Aurelia had been conceived during a raid by roman soldiers when the tribe had been South of the wall. Her mother had given the new-born babe a roman name rather than a more common one; no one had bothered to ask why and Aurelia was seen as a rarity among the tribe...She was beautiful in a very Roman way with silky black hair and dark brown eyes. "Ronan, he came to my tent again last night," Skara glared once more at the back of Ronan's arrogant head as he rode beside his father, "begging to sleep with me. He said I owed him and I should just shut up and spread my legs, cause either way...he was gonna be fucking me." Aurelia laughs and looks ahead, "You could do worse. He's handsome enough, if you like fools and he's a good enough fighter when it comes to it. I hear he's fathered two babes on some fisher's wives at the harbour, so you know he'll be of use." The younger woman rolled her eyes, "He's a selfish brute and he believes all women in the land are for his use-" Skara stopped dead and listened closely; there was no sound but the wailing of the wind...but something was wrong... "Why did you-" Aurelia dropped to her knees, a hand at her throat as blood soaked the front of her furs. An arrow protruded from her neck, embedded so deep that only the red feathers were visible. Skara had no time to be shocked as a rain of arrows descended on the tribe; panic ensued as the horses carrying the Chief and his family reared in fear and bolted. The whirling snow made it impossible for any of the warriors to see their enemies or fire their own arrows. Skara threw herself to the ground and kept her head shielding with her arms as arrows continued to rain down; warriors were crying out in shock and pain as they were hit. From her position on the ground, Skara failed to see the figure's emerging from the snow, all clad in white fur clothes so they blended in almost perfectly. She glanced up and gasped before rolling to the side as a man yelled and brought down his axe directly where Skara had been lying. The young woman leapt to her feet and brought her blade up just in time to defer the man's second blow with his axe. Skara moved with amazing quickness to bury her second, hidden blade into the man's belly. He died with a grunt and fell sideways into the deep snow...Skara looked around and swallowed, there was only a handful of her tribe left standing, the Chief lay dead, as did his son's, as well as countless others. The Ice Men were violently efficient and never carried out a raid without at least 40 members...Few survived their attacks and they occurred so fast that it was almost impossible to escape. A white fur clad warrior walked over Skara and snatched her weapons before pulling his hood back. He was young, perhaps a year or so older than Skara herself and handsome, the man gripped Skara's chin and turned her head this way and that before smirking, "She's strong, we'll take her. Kill others or have your fun first boys then kill them," he knocks Skara to her knees then turns to his men, "take the weapons and stores, and leave the bodies for the wolves." Skara was too shocked by what she had just witnessed to fight, and it would have been pointless anyway...the Ice Men were brutal and cared little for life. Even the lives of their own would be forfeit if they failed to show their worth. Children born to the Ice Men tribe were tested from birth; if the new-born babe did not hold a dagger that had been pressed to his or her hand...the baby was deemed weak and left to die. Another warrior walked over to Skara and began binding her hands tightly behind her back with a length of leather, "You should watch this, it'll make you wet for the Chief. He likes them wet." The man laughed and dragged his captive over to the small group of survivors; Skara saw that the Chief's young wife was still alive, she was his second wife and was aged 24, a good age for breeding it was said. The remaining men had their throats cut, it was quick and efficient. That left Skara, the Chief's wife Val, and another woman who was nearing 50. The warrior holding Skara laughed again and pointed at Val, "Fuck that one; she looks like she needs a good cock up her cunt." Val was dragged into the circle of Ice Men and pushed to the ground by a large warrior who made short work of opening her clothes. He did not bother opening them fully, it would only let the cold in...All he needed was a small gap. The other men called out and laughed as Val struggled and tried to get away but the large warrior was evidently very strong; he pinned the woman down on her back and forced her legs open. Skara watched in disgust as the man pushed two fingers up inside Val and yelled out in annoyance, "Dry as old bone this one!" The warrior holding Skara laughed, she could feel the rumble in his chest, even through the thick furs, "Rub some snow on her, the bitch looks as cold as ice anyway!" The other's laughed and watched as the warrior grabbed a handful of snow and rubbed it against the sensitive flesh of Val's pussy. Val yelled in shock as the cold snow was forced against her pussy, some was even pushed inside her to make her wet enough so the warrior could rape her. The ice felt red hot against her sensitive skin. Skara tried to turn her head away; she had no desire to watch a member of her tribe be raped for the amusement of these brutes. The warrior holding her however struck her on the back of the head with the back of his axe and muttered, "Watch, or you'll be next!" So Skara had little choice but to watch as the large warrior unlaced his breeches and thrust himself inside the still struggling Val. She cried out in shock and pain as he thrust back and forth, his thick cock stretching her pussy with every movement. "I've had tighter, she feels like she's had a dozen cocks up here already!" The large warrior smirks and thrusts forward hard, which caused Val to cry out. The other men grin and some reach into their breeches and begin to stroke their own cock. The first warrior, who took Skara's weapons doesn't appear to be watching the scene in front of him. He kept his ice blue eyes on Skara, a smirk playing across his lips. The grunts and moans from the large warrior and Val echo off the snow covered cliffs either side of the small group. A loud groan signals the large warrior has reached his climax; he smirks at the now sobbing Val and pulled out before he tucked his cock back inside his breeches and stood up, "So, Tristan what now?" The first warrior, who is called Tristan, glanced at Skara before smirking, "We'll head back, leave that one...unless you want her, eh Daganet?" Daganet, the large warrior smirked, "Nah, I've my woman at home." "Aye, leave her then. Come on, move out!" Tristan called and pulled up his hood before he smirked, "Make sure that one doesn't get away, there's something about her..." The man holding Skara pushes her forward, headlong into her new life... Taken in Battle Ch. 02 The Ice Men were not known for their comfortable camps...and for once, rumour was true. Skara looked about her in horror; the camp was nothing like her own, whereas her home had been open, clean and had a pleasant air about it...the Ice Men's camp was squalid, tightly packed and the smell of blood and sex filled the air. The man who had half dragged, half carried her away from all she had ever known was called Brutus...Aptly named as far as Skara was concerned. He was a brute and seemed to enjoy her pain. The journey to their camp had taken far less time that she had thought it would and this was what properly saved her from being raped; the men had had their fill at watching Val's rape...they were not in need of fresh pleasure, not yet anyway; not that Skara had escaped prying fingers and lustful eyes. Brutus had made sure that he and Skara were at the back of the line of men as they travelled; all the better to have some fun. He spent the journey whispering in her ear, threating her then suddenly teasing her as if he enjoyed her fear. Brutus however was a man of action and soon tired of teasing his prey, eventually he had shoved Skara down into the snow and tore open her tunic, his fingers eagerly searching out her firm breasts. He had laughed and groped her for several minutes, his hands weighing her breasts then he pinched her nipples, watching smugly as they hardened in the icy air. Brutus had glanced up to see how far the men were in front before quickly unlacing her pants and pushing a large hand between her legs and letting his fingers explore the soft hair he found there. "Don't worry, little one, I know you want my cock in you...And you will, not here though...Tristan doesn't approve of such things. He let Daganet fuck that whore because he's a bastard when he's in need of a cunt...But I'll fuck you, don't you fret," he had whispered as he parted her pussy lips and teased her clit. After checking once more that no one was coming back to see him, Brutus had grinned and pushed her pants down further before opening her legs wide, "Mmm...what a sight. I love to see a woman spread open for me, everything on...display." He eagerly parted her pussy lips again and pushed a finger deep inside her, "Whoa...You're tight, girl! I'll enjoy breaking you in. For now though, you'll have to make do with my fingers...Just relax and let me explore." This had gone on for several minutes before he grew bored and roughly pulled up her pants and dragged her to her feet, "Breath and word and I'll rape you with something sharper than my cock." Skara had lain still; allowing Brutus to touch her...There was little else she could do, but afterwards she had vowed that he would never have her. Never. That seemed so long ago now. She had been inside the camp for several hours and had already seen more than she could believe. Skara sat slumped against the wooden bars of the cage she had been placed in and looked out at the camp; directly in front of her a man was fucking a woman hard. The woman looked to be in her early 20s and was clearly a woman of the Ice Men; she had that look about her. The man grunted and turned her over onto her hands and knees before thrusting back inside her, his hands gripped her hips as he drove his cock into her again and again. Skara turned her head away and tried to find a place to rest her eyes where someone wasn't fucking, being fucked or sucking on a warrior's cock. "Girl, come here," a voice spoke from the bars of the cage to her left. Tristan was standing beside the wooden cage, a smirk on his lips. For a brief moment, Skara considered ignoring him, he did not look like much...He was less muscled than most warriors and she hadn't seen him do any actually fighting...But something about him made her stand up and trudge over to the bars of the cage. Tristan reached through the bars and dragged her towards him, "So, Brutus has taken a shine to you," he smirked and looked at the girl's face, "I can see why. You have something about you...A certain attraction." Skara glared, "He is a brute and I want nothing to do with him or his vile pleasures." Tristan laughed and shook his head, "As if you'd have a choice if he decided to take you. He would simply strip you and mount you like a bitch in heat, but," he paused and smiled, "if you gave yourself to me...I would keep you as mine, no other man would have you. I could keep you safe from the likes of Brutus and Daganet." "No! I don't want to be anyone's! I'm a free woman and I will not be used and sold by you beasts!" Skara pulled away sharply from Tristan and shook her head angrily. The warrior laughed, "Suit yourself, I'll send Brutus over then. He is very eager to fuck you. He'll be pleased that you chose him." Tristan turned and went to walk away, "Hey! Brutus-" "No! Don't...Okay, I'll be yours! I don't want to fuck Brutus!" Skara swallowed and looked at Tristan who laughed and unlocked the cage. "Come then, I've be dying to get a look at your pussy ever since I looked at you," Tristan pulled her to him and smirked, "Right, get in my tent!" He shoves her roughly towards his tent, "I want you naked and on your knees now!" Taken in Battle Ch. 03 Sorry about the length of the previous chapter, I wanted to keep it short and sweet. This next one moves it along and also gives some information :D Enjoy! By the way, thanks for the comments and faves! ------------------------------------------- "Undress and stand still," Tristan sat on a large wooden chest and watched as Skara struggled to remove her heavy furs. Her hands were shaking so much she could barely undo the toggles; finally the furs slipped and landing in a pile on the floor. She paused and looked at the man who was forcing her to undress for him before she unlaced her tunic and bared herself from the waist up. "Stop," Tristan got up and walked over to her, his hand stroked her shoulder before gently moving down to cup her medium sized breasts. He normally preferred larger breasts but for the sake of fucking Skara, he'd make do with her smaller ones. Tristan weighed her breasts in his hands then smirked, "I like your tits...Soft yet firm. Though I like bigger ones better...but I'm sure your pussy will make up for it!" He laughed and moved his hands down to her hips, stroking as he went. Skara shivered at his touch and closed her eyes, "Why me? Surely you could have any woman you wanted..." The warrior smiled, "Aye, I could. But I want you. I want you on your back, legs spread...my cock buried in your pussy, or maybe I'll put you on your hands and knees and fuck your ass? Which would you prefer?" The young woman swallowed, "I..." Tristan laughed and moved to unlace her breeches, "I don't care what you want, you're here for my pleasure and your body belongs to me!" He knelt and pulled her breeches down hard so she was naked as the day she was born, "Mmm...very nice." His hand stroked between her legs, running his fingers over the soft hair. Tristan grinned then stood up and unlaced his own breeches, "I assume you know what to do?" He nodded to the floor. Skara glared for a moment then went to her knees in front of him. Tristan pulled out his cock and smirked at her face, "If you bite me, I'll tie you to a post in the middle of the tribe and let everyone fuck you until you're half dead, then I'll leave you in the snow naked and let you freeze." He moved forward a little and stroked her lips with his cock, "Open your month...nice and wide." Tristan watched until Skara had opened her mouth then smirked and moved forward, sliding his long, hard cock along her tongue and deep into her mouth, "Just relax...I want to see how deep you can take my cock...Mmm..." He jerks forward and buries his cock deep in Skara's mouth. She gagged a little and tried to pull away but Tristan simply gripped her hair to hold her still, "Mmm...that's it, suck my cock." After a view minutes he pulled back and laughed at her, "Don't look so miserable...I could always give you to Brutus if you don't like my cock...He'll fuck you with an ice cock if you complain." Skara swallowed and wiped her mouth, she was surprised that he had not come inside her mouth, "And if I complain when you fuck me?" The soft tone of defiance in her voice is enough to make Tristan blink. "Complain? Few women complain when I bed them. In fact, I've never had one complaint but we shall see..." Tristan walked over to her and stroked her cheek, almost tenderly, "I want you, I'm not ashamed to admit it...with or without your consent, I will fuck you...But I have to say, I'd rather you consented or at least did not cry and wail. I'm not like Daganet or Brutus, they like the crying and fighting, I'd rather fuck a willing woman." The young woman looked at him then gave a small nod without speaking. She had realised that her best chance of escaping this camp was to give Tristan what he wanted, he clearly held power over some of the men and that could grant her some manner of protection...She was a skilled warrior but Skara was not vain. She could never survive against Daganet or those like him, they do not fight with honour and would slaughter her. "So, you consent?" Skara looked up and him then nodded once, "Yes..." "Good, lie down then," Tristan gestured to the pile of furs which makes up a rough bed on the floor. While Skara moved to the bed, he stroked his cock slowly and watched her...He couldn't wait to be hilt deep inside her tight pussy. Once Skara was lying still on her back, legs tightly closed and eyes glued firmly on the tent ceiling, Tristan smirked and knelt down beside her legs, "Now...Are you a virgin? I doubt it. A girl like you must have had many admirers..." Skara swallowed, "Of course I'm not a virgin...but I'm no whore." Tristan laughed, "What's wrong with whores? I've always found them to be quite entertaining and very pleasurable company. My mother was a whore and she never had an issue with the word." He shrugged and pushed her legs open wide then gazed at her pussy. He smiled, "I like this," Tristan stroked the soft hair on her pussy, "It's soft and neat. I've had women who have coarse hair...yours is better. And it hides an even better thing." The warrior grinned and eased two fingers inside her, he felt her pussy tighten around his fingers and smirked, "Here I am with my fingers inside you and I don't even know your name. I suppose you should tell me; what's your name?" "Skara," the young woman muttered, her mind completely focussed on Tristan's fingers. It did not feel painful and forced as it did when Brutus held her down and opened her legs. This time it felt...different. "My mother named me Skara because I wasn't born in the normal way...The midwife had to cut me from my mother's stomach and she was left with a scar, hence my name." Tristan moved his fingers back and forth inside her and nodded, "I see...I'm Tristan, after my Father. Or the man my mother assumed was my father. They're both dead so I can't ask her," he laughed softly and removed his fingers then held up three fingers, "I wonder if you can fit three fingers inside you." The young woman blushed and replied defiantly, "I can take anything." "Oh, really?" Tristan smirked, "We shall see." He eased his three fingers inside her tight pussy, "You really can take three...I'm glad, now I know you will be able to take my cock without much bother." He removed his fingers then moved over her so they were face to face; he smirked then reached down to rub his cock against her pussy. Skara blushed again and opened her legs wider, as if giving consent with her actions, "Get it over with..." She muttered and closed her eyes. The warrior just laughed and pushed forward, his cock parting her pussy lips and pushing deep inside her. He moaned softly and thrust forward hard, filling her completely, "Whoa...you fit me perfectly." Tristan eased back then thrust in again. Skara gasped and bit her lip; she felt incredibly full and loved the feeling. The men she had bedded previously never felt this good...but there was a nagging feeling in her mind saying...This is wrong. Oblivious, Tristan kept moving, his soft groans made Skara opened her eyes and glanced up at his face. She blushed and raised her hands and ran them across his arms then gripped his forearms and moaned softly as Tristan thrust hard into her. He grinned and moved harder and faster, the pleasure heightened for both of them. He groaned and collapsed on her, his head resting on her breasts, "I released my seed inside you...I've claimed you, your mine." Skara stayed still, her breath hard. She blushed as she felt his seed warming her deep inside her belly, "Until you tire of me." Tristan laughed and pulled himself up to stare at her, "Of course! When I'm done I can sell you to Daganet for a few coppers. He'll get a babe on you within a day. Daganet already has...I think, nine children on various women in the camp. I'm sure he'd welcome you." She glared at him, "If it gets me away from you...I'll take it." Tristan simply laughed and rolled off her, "Aye, I'm sure. If you hate me so much...why is your pussy wet? And I'm sure I heard moaning," he grinned and watched as she sat up and glared at him. "Oh stop pouting, you can say you hated every moment of it all you like but it doesn't change anything." Tristan reached over to grab a thin chain with a heavy cuff, moving swiftly he attached the cuff to Skara's wrist and smirked, "I'm going to sleep...And I don't want you wandering off." "What?" Skara tugged hard at the chain and found it was bolted to the centre pole of the tent so she couldn't tug it loose, "Let me go, Tristan! You've had what you wanted; now you have no reason to keep me!" The warrior merely laughed and stood up, "Stop yelling, you'll wake the whole camp," he pulled on his breeches and tossed a tunic at Skara, "put that one and go to sleep. We're moving out tomorrow. The whole camp is going south." Skara pulled on the tunic and looked at him, shock radiating on her face. "South...But...not one goes south! It's controlled by the Romans, you'll never get passed the wall." She stood up, tugged angrily on the chain and moved to stand in front of him, "The wall is impassable." Tristan raised an eyebrow and smirked again, he seemed to find everything amusing, "We do not mean to pass the wall...We will make our last stand there and defeat those bastards once and for all. Or die in the attempt." Skara blinked and shook her head before lying down and pulling the furs around her; "You'll all die then. The Romans have already won this land." She heard Tristan moved behind her but did not turn, now she had a moment to reflect...Aurelia, her closest friend was dead, her tribe was gone, only she and Val had survived and Val was most likely dead in the snow somewhere. "I'm trapped with a mad man who thinks he can take on the might of the Roman Empire and survive..." she thought and sighed before drifting off into a dreamless sleep... The Next Morning Skara awakened with a jolt and stayed still for a moment, her breathing soft and even despite her pounding heart. She slowly sat up and gazed around. Tristan was asleep still in the corner. Skara glanced at the length of chain and thought, "I could reach him from here...the chain is long enough. I could kill him, take the key and escape." Her mind blotted out any thoughts of what she would do after...It was unlikely Tristan's tribe would take kindly to her after she had killed their friend. She moved slowly so the chain did not make a sound and reached Tristan's sleeping form. Skara eased the chain into place then quickly whipped it under his head and tightened it around his throat. The warrior's eyes opened at once, his hand tightened on her own throat. "Kill me and I swear you will die the same," Tristan tightened his grip but so did Skara. The chain dug into the soft skin of Tristan's throat. "Let me go," Skara glared and gripped the chain tighter, "I mean it, let me go." The warrior seemed to think of something before he sat up slowly, not releasing her but keeping his eyes firmly on hers, "And where would you go, hmm? Where? Your tribe is dead; every one of them. We tracked your camp's movements for days. We know the children died and many others; what was left died in that valley. The woman Daganet raped was dying anyway, didn't you know? One look told us that. Her chest was riddled with cold so, if the Gods have mercy, she'll be dead and buried in the snow." He watched her reaction closely; he was not lying but had a feeling Skara would disbelieve anything she was told, "This is the only chance you have. I can take you away from this frozen waste and offer you something of a future in our clan. I chose you because you're strong, you're not a fool...though you're acting it just now! If you kill me, Daganet or the others will rape you, then leave you to die naked in the cold. If I let you go, you will die in the cold, probably raped by another tribe first. If you escape, you will die in the cold before you reach any civilisation...But," he moved slowly and relaxed his grip on her throat, "if you come with me...I can offer you a life; a life of hardship yes, but not so different from your own life back in your tribe." Skara swallowed and watched him; he was right but she couldn't just bend and allow herself to be treated thusly without some fight...could she? "Release the chain," Tristan let her go and held his hand up to show he meant no harm to her, "I understand your feelings...but there is no other choice." After a pregnant second had passed, Skara released him and sat back, "My parents would turn in their graves if they knew that I didn't try to save myself or my people...I should have died with them." "Why? What would dying have achieved? Nothing," The warrior rubbed his throat and looked at her before he gripped her tunic and pulled her towards him hard, his lips met her in a savage, passionate kiss. He whispered against her soft lips, a smile forming on his own, "You are a mystery...I never expected to enjoy your company as much as I do...Now I almost feel guilty about what will happen." Skara pulled back and looked at him, her eyes filled with confusion and lust, "What-" The tent flap was pushed open suddenly, sending snow whirling into the once warm tent, "Tristan, it's all ready. How's the sacrifice?" Tristan stood up and dragged Skara roughly to her feet, "She's ready."