Tales of Thuria 1: Red Sonja in Chains - Chapter 4 - Part 1

Chapter 4: Subjugated - Part 1

Sonja knelt at Zul's feet. True to his word she served him on her knees. She had little other choice with the heavy weight she suspended from her neck. She still wore the chain that the Dwarves had put on her, but in addition a padlocked leather collar had been secured about her neck. Attached to it was a heavy chunk of rock on a very short chain. She could lift it, but carrying it all day would exhaust her and so she crawled on her hands and knees in Zul's presence, just as he had vowed that she would.

She had been given a single day to recover, tossed into the dry well by the two men who had carried her back from the village; this time without the benefit of the ladder. Fortunately, she was still strong enough to land on her feet, and equally fortunately she landed in the pile of straw that served as bedding. The next day she had been extracted from the well and the leather collar and chain had been placed around her throat. The other end of the chain had been secured to a boulder that weighed close to as much as she did by means of a hole someone had worn through the stone. It was a crude but very effective instrument of humiliation and subjugation as well.

Her return to Zul's harem drew contemptuous comments from the other women serving him. "So have you learned your lesson, Red Hair?" a blonde girl Sonja learned was called Ambria asked. "You are lucky that our master has seen fit not to punish you further."

"Yes, I would have had you flogged for such insolence," dark-haired Vanda added. "It is a great honour to serve so great a man."

Burdened by the heavy boulder, Sonja made no reply, refusing to get into an argument with the two subservient young women. She set down the boulder, an action that forced her to her knees and placed her at Zul's mercy.

"I see your dagger of a tongue has been stilled," the so-called king sneered. "Just as well or I might have to have it removed. You don't need a tongue to put your mouth to the use I intend for it, but first you must be completely tamed; and the taming is going to be most pleasurable; at least for me. Stretch her out."

The command was directed to the two concubines. Reacting to the demand they seized the chain connecting Sonja's wrists and pulled her arms straight out, leaving her nude body draped across one of the larger cushions. She fought to escape, knowing what was coming, but the heavy weight dragged her down as Zul moved behind her and despite her fierce struggles he spread her legs, pressed himself against her buttocks and entered her.

He took her with a single hard thrust, forcing his phallus between the lips of her vulva in a punishing sexual act. Sonja bit back a scream as he pierced her, involuntarily arching her back and clenching her fists in agony. Zul grunted in satisfaction. His first thrust had penetrated her to less than half the length of his shaft and he had plenty in reserve. Pulling out a little he thrust again and then again, each time working his way a little deeper. Sonja's gasps of pain told him that he was hurting her, a reaction that motivated him to drive even harder into her, until inch by inch he fully penetrated her. He took his time with the brutal rape, entering her repeatedly until he forced her body to react. Her juices flowed, lessening the pain, but increasing Zul's enjoyment. With an incredible display of stamina and self-control he continued to violate her for almost a full turn of the glass before releasing into her. Through it all Sonja clenched her teeth and held back her cries and whimpers, but Zul was not fooled. "I will break you, Red Devil. I will turn you into my plaything."

At last he heaved himself off her, but then began the second round of her ordeal as Ambria and Vanda threw themselves onto her. Even hampered by the heavy weight and the chain, Sonja at first proved more than a match for the two women, but after receiving a few bruises Vanda loudly demanded that Sonja be bound.

"Secure the she-devil," Vanda ordered, holding a hand to a blackened eye Sonja had given her.

Zul chuckled. "Very well," he said. "I can't have my prize possessions bruised." Producing a short length of rope he bound Sonja's ankles, effectively rendering her helpless and open to anything the two slave girls desired. They quickly went to work, one of them pinning her arms while the other fondled, pinched and probed Sonja's panting body.

They took it in turns, inserting their fingers into her vagina, and tweaking and pinching her nipples. Most of the attention was deliberately painful and both women seemed to take special delight in causing her as much discomfort as possible.

"Zul thinks to replace us with you," Ambria whispered, "but that is not going to happen. I will kill you first if necessary." She finished off her threat by giving Sonja's clitoris a painful pinch before moving over so that Vanda could have her turn.

Together the two women worked Sonja over thoroughly, alternately stimulating and tormenting her, until she finally gave up her attempts to escape their attention and simply let them have their way. Their invasive efforts lasted until early evening by which time Sonja was utterly exhausted and incredibly sore in a number of her most private areas. Her nipples and clitoris ached from the constant rubbing, pinching, licking, and sucking. She was "saved" from further fondling only by Zul's return, an event that hardly promised better treatment.

It transpired that his absence had been due to preparations for another pirate raid as he made clear by his first announcement. "I sail tomorrow. Take the She-Devil to my quarters; I will enjoy her one more time."

Accompanied by Vanda and Ambria, Sonja was escorted to Zul's quarters. Forced to carry the heavy stone, Sonja offered no resistance, saving her strength for another sexual ordeal. Fortunately, Zul's quarters was not far from the area where Zul held court, however, it was up two flights of stairs and Sonja was severely taxed to complete the climb.

She entered what at one time must have been a luxurious chamber. Mosaics depicting ancient gods and scenes from the past covered three of the walls, and the fourth opened on a large balcony that overlooked the ruins of the city. The floor was covered with polished marble tiles on which was piled a collection of treasures no doubt looted by Zul. Centred at the back wall was a large cushion-laden bed. Sonja was walked over to it and then forced to kneel at its side.

"Tonight I will use you hard," Zul promised. "Eventually I will break that stubborn spirit."

"My lord," Vanda asked. "What of us?"

"What of you?" Zul snorted. "You are slaves. I will return to you in time. Right now it is the redheaded vixen who amuses me."

"But my lord," Ambria protested, her mouth forming in what was intended to be an alluring pout, "the redheaded whore hardly moves. She is no proper substitute for me."

"Nor me," Vanda added.

Zul's response, however, was far from what the two girls desired. "You dare to question me?" he roared. "I can find a dozen willing cunts on every raid. Leave me now before I turn you over to my crew."

The threat had the two young women scampering from the room, babbling apologies as they went. "Stupid bitches," Zul growled. "I've a mind to let them spend a night in the crew's quarters." He turned his attention to Sonja. "You on the other hand are unique. A she-wolf, a tigress, an untamed she-warrior. But one I will slowly and very pleasurably break."

He crossed to a table and picked up a pitcher. "Perhaps you would like some wine before we begin. It may help to relax you." He poured himself a cup and held out another for Sonja. Her session with Vanda and Ambria had left her parched and she readily accepted it, draining it in a couple of gulps. "Good girl," Zul said, finishing his own drink. "Now we begin."

As he was speaking Zul shed his clothing. Sonja watched with growing anger as he prepared to take her one more. He had brutalized and raped her, but she was far from broken, and she struggled to her feet as he moved toward her. "As I said," Zul commented. "A tigress, but one that is in a trap and therefore easy prey." Hampered by the heavy weight, Sonja could not move as he stepped forward and seized the chain. He lifted the weight effortlessly and tossed it to the other side of the bed, taking Sonja with it. Before she could move, he was on her, pinning her face down and using his knee to force her thighs apart.

No! Sonja thought. Not again.

She fought furiously as he heaved his weight onto her and used his hands to part her buttocks. A moment of panic took her and she struggled furiously, fighting with all of her strength to escape, but she was helpless against Zul's superior strength.

"Yes, wildcat, this is going to hurt; hurt a great deal in fact. But you will be tamed even if I have to take you this way a hundred times."

"Mitra curse you," Sonja gasped and then bit back a cry as Zul began to force himself into her. He had smeared some sort of perfumed grease onto his staff before he began, but it was still no easy task to penetrate her.

"Easy girl," Zul cautioned. "I would hate to tear that sweet spot." He grunted again, forcing himself a finger's breadth deeper while Sonja clutched the sheets of the bed and bit down on the silk coverlets to keep from screaming.

Slowly and agonizingly he forced his heavy phallus into her while she writhed in torment until finally he had fully penetrated her. But there was no respite. He began to thrust in and out of her, moaning in pleasure while his helpless victim fought to hold back her screams. It was every bit as painful and degrading as what had been done to her by the Dwarves and it lasted at least as long, pushing Sonja to the edge of her resistance.

But somehow she survived and when Zul finally pulled out of her she lay gasping, completely unable to move while her conqueror flopped onto the bed beside her. "I will make you mine, She-Devil," he promised as he reached for the jug of wine. Without bothering to pour it into a cup he tipped it into his mouth, ignoring the purplish liquid that spilled into his beard.

"Thirsty work, taming a tigress," Zul grunted. He upended the pitcher, emptying it, burped loudly, flopped onto his back and closed his eyes. Incredibly, his breathing deepened into the slow rhythm of sleep.

Hardly able to believe that the man who had just brutally violated her would dare to sleep in her presence, Sonja did not move for several heartbeats. Then she slowly stirred, shifting her weight until she was kneeling on the bed. Despite the pain that still racked her body she forced herself to her feet and with a supreme effort heaved the heavy stone ball over her head. At that moment Zul stirred, perhaps warned by some premonition of doom. Whatever the case he opened his eyes just as Sonja slammed the stone down on him.

"Die you filthy bastard. You will despoil no more women." The weight struck Zul square in the centre of his massive chest and shattered his sternum and ribcage like so many chicken bones. The pirate chief let out one short cry and then convulsed as his life rushed out of him.

Sonja watched him die knowing that there was no need to raise the stone again. She had carried out her vow to kill the man who had despoiled her, but she was still chained to the stone. However, she didn't plan to stay that way long. Raising the stone fully above her head once more she hurled it down, this time letting it take her body with it. The heavy boulder struck the equally hard stone floor and shattered, releasing the chain padlocked to her throat. Her wrists were still chained, and the second length of chain danged from her neck, but she was free of the stone and she quickly crossed to room to a rack of weapons and selected a sword. At that moment the door opened and Vanda and Ambria entered the room.

"Mitra." Vanda exclaimed. "What have you done?"

"Ended the life of this scum," Sonja said. "Now get out of my way or you will join him."

"Our master is dead," wailed Ambria. "What are we to do?"

"I am sure you will serve the other pirates as well as you served him," Sonja said. She strode toward the two women and they scattered out of her way.

"But we will be used as common whores by all of them," Vanda whimpered.

"Then do as I am doing and leave this place," Sonja said over her shoulder. "Just don't try to follow me." She continued down the stairs and found them unguarded. It appeared that in the lax discipline of the pirate community it was not thought necessary to post a night watch.

No one disturbed her and not surprisingly neither Vanda nor Ambria sought to raise the alarm. Whether they took her advice and fled into the night or took their chances with the other pirates she had no idea as she left the ruined fortress. She headed in the opposite direction to the one she had chosen on her first escape attempt, not wanting to encounter the tribe of savages who had captured her on that occasion. She used the beach as the easiest way to travel. She had no idea where she was going, only that by morning she wanted to be as far away from the pirates' base as possible.

Continued in Chapter 4 - Part 2

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