Willa's body was sore and her mind exhausted. As she drifted in and out of sleep Willa thought about how far away her old life seemed. Only a few weeks ago she was renowned in her industry. Willa had been the person others sought when they needed the rare, exotic, or illegal. Now she was bound to the bed of an outlaw and she felt swollen and raw between her thighs. The only thing she could do was wait for her new master to return and either use her or free her. She hoped he would give her aching flesh a brief respite.
His slick juice was still seeping out of her when he returned. While Willa was still shackled face down, Jorvun took the time to touch her anywhere he pleased. His hands roamed over the mark between her shoulders, down her healing ribs. His hands wandered over the wounded curve of her ass. She flinched and gasped when his fingers brushed over the sensitive, welt-striped flesh and Jorvun's insides boiled.
He let a hand drop to cup her abused pussy. Willa's whimpered protest was muffled by the pillow.
"Sore still?" Willa nodded. Jorvun could feel the heat radiating off her swollen flesh. He stood and retrieved a gentle cooling gel, returning to her and scooping a generous amount onto his fingers. She cowered away from him as much as she could in the shackles.
"It's alright, pet. This isn't the salve." She seemed to relax and he flashed a small smile at the thought of using the salve on her again.
The marauder began massaging it into her sensitive flesh and Jorvun smirked when her hips began rocking against his hand. She made a soft sound when he pushed two gelled fingers into her, twisting the digits to spread the gel inside her. He withdrew and Willa's body relaxed slightly.
Jorvun wiped away the excess gel on his hands and went back to stroking her body. He startled slightly when her soft raspy voice interrupted his exploration.
"Why am I here, sir?" Jorvun was silent so Willa spoke again, this time babbling on nervously. "That woman, Drue. She said she saw me before I was brought here. What does that mean? And how am I built for you?"
Jorvun heaved a sigh. "You'll understand soon enough."
"Why can't you explain now?" Willa pouted. "Oh... uh, Sir. "
He smirked at the fumbled attempt to correct her speech and drummed his steel-ringed fingers on her lower back as he thought. He found himself wanting to indulge her. She stirred something alien inside him. He was at peace by her side. It made him feel excited and naked.
"Drue speaks of her ability to see visions of events that have yet to pass." Willa, whose cheek was smushed into the pillows so she could face him, stirred against her bonds.
"So... she saw me... with you?" Her nose was wrinkled in confusion. Jorvun was quiet as he considered whether to offer more. He did not want his pet to know her true value. Not yet. She was still learning.
"Yes."
"I still don't understand." Jorvun chuckled at the frustration in her voice. He began to probe at her swollen cunt with rough fingers, making her startle. "Please don't. It hurts."
He paused. "Perhaps I should get more salve?"
Willa's eyes went wide and she started shaking her head and stuttering. "N-no. I... Please no, I'm so tired..."
Jorvun laughed. "Since you said please, we'll just use oil."
Willa shuddered when his cool, oil slicked fingers began massaging small circles into her swollen clit. She did not dare protest the touch for fear that he would follow through and retrieve the nightmarish salve. The shackled woman couldn't help the small noises she made into the soft pillows, something that seemed to to satisfy Jorvun.
"That's it. Aren't you a good pet? You're learning so fast." He increased his pace until she was panting and then pushed his fingers into her, curling his digits inside her.
Willa clenched around the intrusion. Her senses flooded with dull pain and syrupy pleasure as he fucked her lazily with his fingers.
"You're mine." His voice was husky in her ear. He settled over her and lined himself up with her wet cunt. "Say it."
"I..." Willa had to swallow. Her mouth was dry and her tongue felt like sand. Jorvun pressed the head of his cock inside her swollen pussy.
"It still hurts," Willa begged. He pressed deeper and she wept quietly, straining against the shackles. "Please, Sir... anything else!"
"Say it, Willa." She shuddered at the sound of her name on his lips.
"I'm yours." Willa gasped as he withdrew from her.
"Good girl."
He shifted off her and began to free her limbs. He let her stretch briefly before he hooked a finger in her collar and pulled the bedraggled woman towards him.
"Off the bed, on your knees." Willa shuddered but obeyed. He stood before her, so his generously sized tool stood just inches in front of her reluctant lips. "Look at me."
This, too, Willa reluctantly obeyed. She forced herself not to recoil when his slick head nuzzled her cheek and traced an outline of her lips before pressing insistently between them. She accepted him into her mouth and a crease formed on her brow as she concentrated on relaxing her throat and breathing through her nose.
This, she could do. And evidently, the chief appreciated her skill as he grunted his pleasure and his hips thrust against her receptive mouth. Willa worked her tongue against him as he fucked her throat. Moisture leaked down her thigh as she took him and she felt a surge of delight at the feeling of his hand tangled in her hair. She dutifully swallowed him as he came, encouraged by one of his ringed hands stroking her hair.
"Say thank you, pet." He continued stroking her hair as she wiped at the corners of her mouth.
"Thank you, sir."
"I wish I would have known before that you had a slut mouth."
Willa flinched at his words and dropped her eyes to the beautiful carpet. Jorvun fisted a hand in her hair and forced her to look up at him. Silent tears rolled down her cheeks, but she met his eyes. "Are you scared of me?"
Willa wanted to shriek, 'no!' She wanted to fight every person in his stupid gang. She wanted to scratch his eyes out and run back to her old life. But as she looked up at his hard eyes, wild hair, and dark smirk, she found herself frozen at his feet. Willa was smaller. She was no warrior and Jorvun could easily lift her body. She didn't stand a chance against him, let alone the entire gang.
She whispered, "yes, s-sir."
"Good," Jorvun released her hair and turned away from her to search the same beautiful dresser from before, which made her nervous. Willa started to stagger to her feet but dropped back to her knees when Jorvun firmly ordered, "Stay."
When the marauder returned, he twisted a fist into her hair and rubbed her face into his hardness. When he grew tired of this, he hauled her up on the bed so she was face down with her hips pinned against the edge. "Can you keep being a good pet?"
