"Oiii! This bitch tried to escape!" the guard bellowed, seizing her by the hair. His voice boomed through the camp like thunder, stirring the groggy guards and rattling the captives awake.
One by one, shapes emerged from the tents, torches lighting, and rifles raised. They snarled like predators circling prey, eyes glinting in the firelight. Ellie kicked and clawed, but the guard's fist yanked her hair so tight her scalp screamed.
They dragged her across the dirt, through the ring of captives who whimpered and shrank back. Chains clinked as bodies pressed together in fear. Ellie's bare feet scraped against the stones, her knees buckling, until at last she was flung down before the largest tent.
From within, a heavy shadow stirred.
The head of the slavers emerged slowly, as though savoring the moment. He was a mountain of flesh, his body spilling from the seams of his embroidered robes. Fat fingers gleamed with stolen rings. His bald head shone in the torchlight, and his wide face glistened with sweat. His stinking breath reached Ellie before his words did, sour and heavy with wine and rot.
He squatted low until his bloated face was level with hers. His sausage-like hand shot forward, gripping her chin, forcing her gaze upward.
"You dare try to escape?" His voice was a growl, deep and thick, like oil sliding down stone. His lips curled into a grotesque grin. "Hah! This wretch thinks she can run from me?"
The guards laughed harshly, their voices like broken metal.
"I own you," the slaver whispered, tightening his grip until her jaw ached. "Every piece of you. Your blood, your breath, your body. You think the night can hide you? I will find you. Alive or dead, you are mine."
The captives whimpered. Some buried their faces against their knees; others covered their ears as if to block the words.
The master's voice rose. "This young night is long, and my men thirst for release. Tonight, you will serve as a lesson." His face twisted into something crueler, more monstrous. "Strip her."
Ellie thrashed as rough hands seized her arms and legs. She screamed, her voice tearing from her throat, but the guards' strength surpassed hers. Fabric tore. Her breasts and yellow pubic hair on display.Cold air rushed against her skin as her clothes were ripped away, leaving her bare under the torchlight.
Gasps rippled through the captives. Some turned their faces away in shame; others stared with wide, horrified eyes. Chains rattled as trembling hands covered mouths to muffle sobs.
The guards forced her upright, displaying her body like some prize. A whip lashed across her back, splitting skin. She arched, choking on her cry. Another blow followed, then a fist into her stomach. The air was driven from her lungs. She crumpled, but hands yanked her up again.
Blow after blow fell, punches splitting her lip, kicks bruising her ribs, slaps cracking against her cheeks until her face blurred with swelling. Blood streaked her chin, dripped from her nose, painted her collarbone in red lines.
The head slaver stood above her, laughing as she sagged in their grip. "Still feisty," he sneered. "Not broken yet." He turned, bellowing at his men. "Didn't I say my boys need a release? Look well at what disobedience earns."
The guards roared approval, their voices echoing into the night.
Ellie dangled between two of them, her chest heaving, body trembling. She tried to form words, but her mouth only spilled blood. Her mind screamed: No… not like this. Not before them. Not before all.
But the slaver's words cut deeper than whips. "None of you will ever escape. Not her, not you, not anyone. If you dream of it, remember this night. I own you. I own your hope."
He spat at the ground near her face. The spittle sizzled in the firelight, a final insult.
"Bind her to the tree," he commanded.
They dragged her by the arms to the great oak that stood beside his tent—a tree whose roots were blackened by countless fires, whose bark bore scars of rope and blood. With coarse ties, they lashed her wrists wide, pressing her back to the rough trunk. The bark dug into her skin as she writhed, her breath ragged and broken.
The master's shadow loomed over her. He raised his arms as though conducting a performance, his voice booming for all to hear.
"Look at her! Look well! This is what disobedience brings. This is what it costs to believe you can defy me."
Ellie's vision swam, but she forced her gaze up. Her lips quivered, her chest burned, but she thought' I will not break. Not here. Not now. Not for him'.
The head slaver leaned close again, his sour breath washing over her. "Girl," he said softly, mockingly tender. "I will carve obedience into your bones."
He lifted his hand, and one of his men stepped forward with a heated brand, its iron tip glowing red from the fire.The iron hissed in the fire as the guard pulled it free. Its glow lit the whites of his eyes, painting his grin with molten red. He walked slowly toward her, savoring each step as though every second was a delight.
The other guards circled closer, their laughter dimming into eager silence. Even they, hardened by cruelty, leaned forward, waiting.
Ellie's chest rose and fell sharply, her breaths shallow. The rough bark scraped against her bare skin as she pressed herself tighter against the tree, trying to melt into it, trying to vanish.
"No…" she croaked, her voice weak. "Please… don't—"
The head slaver's laughter drowned her words. "Begging? Now? That pleases me." His fat face gleamed with sweat, his teeth yellow as rotting parchment. "Scream for them. Scream so they will never forget."
The guard thrust the brand forward.
White-hot pain tore into her side, a searing agony that stole the air from her lungs. The iron bit deep, hissing as her skin blistered. Ellie's scream ripped through the camp, raw and jagged, echoing into the trees. The smell of burning flesh curled into the night air.
The captives broke. Some covered their faces, sobbing. Others looked away, tears streaming silently down dirt-streaked cheeks. A few men bellowed in rage, straining against their chains, but the guards struck them down with rifle butts, splitting brows and knocking teeth loose.
Ellie writhed, her body arching helplessly against the tree. The iron lifted, then pressed again, this time against her thigh. Her cry rose higher, hoarse and broken.
The slaver master clapped slowly, mock applause ringing out. "Beautiful. That is the sound of obedience."
The brand was pulled back at last, glowing now with the residue of her flesh. The guard laughed, twirling it before shoving it back into the fire to burn again.
Ellie sagged in her bonds, sweat dripping down her temple, mixing with blood. Her chest heaved, her lips trembling as she tried to form words, any words but only a wet rasp escaped.
The slaver crouched before her once more, his massive form blocking the firelight. His hand seized her chin again, lifting her head so her swollen eyes met his. "You belong to me," he hissed. "Your pain, your breath, even your screams. When you think of running again, remember this fire. Remember who owns you."
He slapped her face hard enough to send her head lolling to the side. "Now, I'm going fuck you just like how a disobedient child is being fucked"! .
He stripped himself naked in front of everyone, roughly parted her legs when Ellie refused , he punched her again. Hard. "what a sizable peaky boobs!" He said eyes full of lust and hunger. Without hesitation, he thrust deep inside her with his huge cock. Ellie screams rang through the forest. He kept on hammering her! "Oh fuck, boys" he called out "This is best pussy I've ever being in". Fuck!!! He kept on pounding and thrusting fiercely.
He didn't care about the bruises on Ellie's butt as her ass scratched the ground due to intensive thrusting. As he kept on thrusting, he used his hand to choke her and the other to punch her whenever she closed her eyes "Look at me, I'm your master! In your dreams! In your day I'm your master. You are my thing! You don't dare escape from me."
He kept on thrusting, choking and punching her.
" Turn her over"he barked. He slid out from her his cock still strong as ever. Some of the guards were already masturbating due to the scene in front of them, some were already taking turns on the other slaves. It was orgy. Immediately they heard their master command, they slid out with their cock glaring and pointing hard. Their eyes full with lust. They turned Ellie over showcasing her ass to the sky and moonlight.
" What a perfect ass view! Ellie couldn't talk, she was unrecognizable. She was crushed.
"She's a virgin, " the master said, showcasing the blood smeared on his penis. He used his finger to lick it off. Parting her legs, with the little hymen blood as lubricant, the master rammed into Ellie's butthole. "Oh God! Yes!!! You see that? He was talking to the other guards watching. " Come join me, he said. With rushing and immediate effect, a guard went under Ellie and continued to thrust her in her vagina. They both continue to ram into Ellie's ass and pussy with no mercy. Pounding. Thrusting. Grunting. For over an hour, they continue the act. The guards also took turns on the other slaves. Not long after, Ellie passed out.
"Yes! Yes!!! Aaaarrghhh! I'm cumming! He sprout his seeds inside her. "You don't dare escape from me," he said, turning her unconscious body. " Boys, if you want more of this meal, you can". As the master commanded, three guys went ahead to Ellie's unconscious form, two men thrust into her vagina while the third slammed into her asshole. They took different turns on her till they were tired.
Ellie drifted in and out of consciousness. Dreams tangled with memory of her brother's face, Lucas, calling her name. They collided with visions of flame, of iron, of the fat slaver's grotesque grin.
Dawn crept slowly over the camp, its pale light bleeding into the trees. The guards stirred, stretching, belching, spitting into the dirt. One of them lumbered toward the oak and slashed the ropes with his knife.
Ellie crumpled forward, too weak to catch herself, collapsing into the dust. Her skin was mottled with bruises, her body streaked with blood and ash. Her burns throbbed with every shallow breath.
"Still alive," the guard muttered, kicking her side. She groaned faintly, and he grinned. "Good. You will walk by crawling."
They bound her wrists again, rougher this time, and tied the end of her rope to a horse. When the beast moved, she was dragged lying on the floor stark naked, her bare back and ass showing all the inhumane things done to her previous night.