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Fortress

The blurred shape of a horse and rider grew in the distance as it closed the space between it and her party. A single white flag, torn mercilessly at by the gale was gripped tightly. She steadied her own steed as she awaited the expected approach.

The single rider skidded to a halt before them, the animal breathing heavily, foaming at the mouth as it chewed restlessly at the bit.

"Intruder, My Lady. An intruder, in the fortress... a dozen, dead."

"What?" she asked softly, her voice dangerously calm.

"An intruder, M'lady," he mumbled nervously.

Bellowing for the others to folow, she wheeled her horse around in the direction of the great black fortress...

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"How did you get into my fortress?" she demanded, her voice emotionless.

"Well, well, well," purred a deep voice from the shadowed corner of the cell. "The Lady of the fortress has honoured me with her presence."

The owner of the voice came into view as he stepped from the wall, coming into the dim light from the hall outside the barred door.

"How?"

"It was easy enough," he replied cooly, flicking his fingers dismissively.

She gripped the riding crop she still held in irritation.

"And why did you kill my people?"

"They were in my way. Had you come whn I summoned you, however, their deaths wouldn't have been necessary."

"They weren't necessary anyway," she hissed, her anger beginning to surface.

"I tend to disagr-"

She swung the crop through the air with an angered flick of her wrist and into the side of his face. His head snapped to the side in a vain attempt to lessen the force of the blow.

She would pay for that. WHen he was odne with her, she would have paid for that ten fold.

"I was told you were strong," he stated, his face stinging where the leather had struck him. "I underestimated you."

"Who are you?" she demanded, ignoring his comment.

He smirked, showing no intention of answering her question.

Clenching her jaw, she made to strike at him again. With a lightning fast movement, he seized the whip from her fingers and pulling it away from her.

She stepped back in shock, the leather of her armour creaking with the movement.

Holding the crop in his own fingers, he lashed out at her, the leather coming in hard contact with the side of her neck.

She froze. She too, had underestimated him.

Reaching out, he gripped her chin as he stepped towards her, closing the distance between them until his body was pressed flush against hers.

"I could call my guards at any moment," she growled, meaning ever word of her threat.

"You're too much of a hero to do that," he stated. "By the time your guards come anyway, you'll be dead... if you scream for them, that is. But you and I both know. Your precious guards are too far away to hear your cries."

He lowered his head towards her, his mouth brushing her neck. His tongue flicking out and running languidly over the place he had struck her, before biting down on it, hard.

She pulled away from him, with a short yelp, backing to the cell door, her hand covering her neck protectively.

"I'm not finished with you," he whispered dangerously.

"What do you want?"

He straightened to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest. "My job is to take you to Kryslan..."

She froze once more, her eyes rising to meet his.

"But not until I've had my fun. Part of the reward, you see?"

"And who sent you?" she asked, struggling to buy time.

"I don't believe you're in a position to ask questions... but in any case, I was asked to tell you. Owen Cyrus, Lord of Kryslan. Perhaps you recognise the name?"

Her eyes narrowed to glowing slits. "Oh I recognise it alright."

"Now come over here and let me ride you like the animal you are."

Shocked by his bluntness, she remained where she stood.

Heaving a sigh, he stalked over to her, seizing one of the many straps if her leather attire in a fist.

"He requested that I show you who is to be the master in this relationship. And I am very much inclined to do as he bids."

"Who's to say I'm even going to come with you?" she hissed.

"Oh you'll be coming," he retorted. "We have your sister."

Cora's eyes widened. "Riana."

"That would be the one."

Cora felt herself go limp as she was dragged forward before being dumped on the floor.

"Riana."

She vaguely felt the tug of straps as the leather around her thighs was loosened and removed.

"Who's in charge?"

"Rianna," was all she could say.

The whip slammed against the side of her face as reality flooded back.

"Who is in charge here?"

"You and the Lord of Kryslan," she replied meekly. She couldn't allow them to hurt her kid sister. No matter what happened, she had to protect her.

"Now tell me, m'lady. Are you a virgin?"

Cora sneered despite her situation. "I'm sure your Lord Cyrus could answer you that question."

She could have sworn his eyes widened in horror and disgust. But it was gone as quickly as it had appeared.

"So I guess you have been taken many times then?"

"And you would be correct. Many like this and unwilling. But it's part of being a woman leader, don't you think?" she sneered, her voice cold.

"Well, let's say hpw good you are, shall we? Remember, I have control over what happens to your sister."

Cora winced as he pulled roughly at the buckles around her waist, managing to expose her thighs and hips.

"Now, I want you on all fours."

Cora did as she was told, feeling decidedly uncomfortable.

"I want you to face that way and do as I say."

There was the sound of shifting material as she faced the other direction before weight on her back and somehting hard pressed agianst her entrance.

"We can't have you screaming either."

Cora nodded her head in resolouion and endured the pain as he slammed into her, thrust after mighty thrust. He refused to allow her to slump to the ground as a mix of pleasure and pain coursed through her, keeping her upright and using the crop when it seemed she was about to disobey.

The torment finally finished and he stood, seeming to shake a little as he redressed.

"Get up," he demanded. "Tell your guards that I am to be released and meet me out the front in half an hour. I am not a patient man."

Cora nodded her head diligently. She had to play along until she could get to Riana... then they would go. But for now she had to play along and endure whatever he did to her.

If they left in an hour, they would be in Kryslan before nightfall. That was clearly what he intended.

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