~ Warrior Rag Doll~

Warrior ^ Enemy Warrior(dom) ~ Warrior Rag Doll~ After battle she is captured. (She may be sold into slavery) Or (She is passed around the camp for everyones use) or (She is taken by a high ranking officer for his personal use.)


Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~


Kitra woke slowly, staring up at the blue sky. Taking a few minutes to collect her mind she was surprised to realize the time was later than what she thought it should have been. The battle had gone through most of the night and even at sun rise there had been little chance of it stopping. The last time she knew it was close to noon, but looking at the sky it seemed more like near supper.
Slowly she looked around the field, trying not to draw any attention. The sounds of the battle had faded but that did not mean the enemy was still not close. From her limited view she could see a few man standing farther away. The men were not familiar to her and after a second glance she could tell they were not her men. She guessed the battle had not gone well.
Keeping still she wondered her odds of escaping, of not becoming just another prisoner of this war. When she reminded herself that simply laying there might get her the same fate if someone stumbles across her. Slowly rolling herself over she waited to see if anyone noticed. The seconds ticked by so slowly. Pushing herself up to her knees and then to her feet she broke out in a dead run, heading away from the men and in the direction she knew her own armies retreat should be.
Behind her, Kitra could hear footsteps closer than what was possible. Her body did not want to move as hard as she was trying to push it. The battle had taken more out of her then the little nap she must have just woke from. Too quickly she knew she had to stop and turn to fight or she was simply going to be run over. Turning, trying to draw her weapon, she realized her mistake too late.
First mistake was whoever was chasing her was too close. Second she had not picked up her sword and her only weapon was a set of dagger. Before her eyes could register her attacker she felt his crash into her and the sound of metal bending. The momentum of both their bodies carried her rolling across dead bodies. The momentum carried him off of her and several yards away.
His shoulder colliding with her must have bent the metal out of shape. Her amour was not meant to withstand such hard blows, only keep the arrows out of her body. She could barely breath, her breast plate was pressing against her chest and cutting off her air supply. Crawling at the fasteners, in her panic her hands kept slipping and it took longer than it should have for her to pry the plate off of her.
Her attacker was up and approaching her with caution before she had finished unfastening the chest plate. She was attempting to scramble to her feet when she felt a hand entangled in her hair, pulling her back down. In surprise she yelped and then felt his blade come against her neck. Kitra raised her hands to show she was not fighting anymore.
A call somewhere over her shoulder caught his attention and she too advantage of his distraction. She tried to shove her elbow into his groin and it was enough of a distraction that his grip loosened and the blade moved slightly. The time gap was enough for her to stand. His metal gauntlet to her face sent her reeling back to the ground. For several moments everything went black
Footsteps were coming closer and closer now, whatever escape she had hoped for was not likely now. Finding no use to trying to get up she laid on the ground holding her cheek. A boot to her ribs forced her to curl into a more protective ball.