Tamed by the Barbarian by Quentin Karl

Author:Quentin, Karl [Quentin, Karl]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: LSF Publications
Published: 2014-08-12T07:00:00+00:00

---oOo---

Sandra swam upwards through filthy rushing waters. Drowned faces seemed to be everywhere, faces of men she had killed. There was a surface up there somewhere, but she feared the air might not be breathable. She was choking down here, but she was rising fast. Then she broke surface into light and fire, and she was conscious again. Her first thought was that she was a captive once more.

She was hanging from a tall frame by both bound wrists. Her arms were stiff and sore, so she had been there for some time. There was a tang of hot metal in the air, and quite a hubbub around her. She shook her head to clear her vision.

"She stirs!" a voice called. Sandra could now see that she was suspended in a great throne room. Beneath her dangling feet stood a circle of glowing braziers, with black-masked torturers standing by them. Beyond she could dimly see the gaily dressed shapes of Mocatu's courtiers, and many armed guards. And upon the throne sat the fat little form of Mocatu himself.

"Ah, my dear Sandra!" beamed Mocatu. "Welcome back to us. Your brief escape has given me an opportunity to rethink my plans for you. I have decided that your branding as my property should take place as a ceremony, like a christening, perhaps. For from this day forth your life is irrevocably changed. You are mine, for ever, and the property of any of these fine ladies and gentlemen I choose to lend you to. So we should do these things properly. Let her down."

A squad of mailed soldiers surrounded the frame with spears levelled ready for any resistance as Sandra felt herself slowly spinning down to the floor. Despite having only just recovered from the effects of magical sleep, her warrior senses were sharp and keen, ready to take advantage of the slightest opening. There was none. She could see that she was destined for torture and pain. She shrugged slightly as wary soldiers untied her wrists. Then she circled her arms and shoulders to recover some ease in them. Her nakedness in this assembly of fiends troubled her not at all. Sharp spear points surrounded her from all directions. She contemplated a standing leap, but she was too weak now.

A golden door was opened and four ladies in waiting rustled in. Between them they were supporting Lady Dinadora. Sandra narrowed her eyes. The girl's face was white as a sheet, and she had been crying. Her movements were stiff and painful. Evidently her father had had her whipped. Now he wanted her to watch the utter humiliation of the woman she had tried to rescue. When she saw Sandra she gave a piteous moan and yearned towards her.

"The Lady Dinadora will stand next to her father," said Mocatu quietly. "She shall see how futile are the attempts of all those who try to thwart the will of the Ever-Loving Mocatu. Then she shall beg my forgiveness. Proceed, vizier!"

The vizier came towards Sandra and, keeping his distance, sprinkled her with some liquid that stung.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.