Nayleia's Heritage

***SUBMISSION***

“You sent for me Harla?” Nayleia had entered the Leader’s dwelling and stood waiting impatiently.

Harla did not answer right away, but sat looking at Nayleia. She noted the proud, defiant stance and grinned to herself in anticipation.

~I can’t wait to see you tomorrow, after that wild-man gets through with you! ~

“I have been thinking about our relationship since father passed on,” Harla had finally started to speak, “he always wanted us to be best friends. Well since he died I know things have been strained, so I have prepared a present for you.”

Harla signaled to Janta and she along with another guard grabbed Nayleia from behind.

“Don’t bother to struggle sister. You know that you cannot escape once Janta has you in her hands.”

As Nayleia continued to struggle to break away from the hands holding her, she glared at Harla with barely concealed hate. It was not the first time she was held in this manner by Harla’s minions, she knew what ever followed would be unpleasant.

“Remember how I arranged for you to become a woman? Well that was such a long time ago that I decided to arrange for you to get some practice. Father was too soft; you should have been mated a long time ago.”

“What are you going to do Harla?” Nayleia shouted, at the smirking woman.

She remembered well how Harla had ‘arranged’ for her to become a woman. She still had nightmares about that frightening night two years ago, when Janta and her minions had restrained her for the pleasure of two of the village’s men. The thought of another such experience almost had her running for the safety of the forest, until she remembered the pact she had made with the strangers.

“You’ll find out soon enough! Janta, take her to meet our new guest.” Harla then turned to continue with her previous conversation, dismissing Nayleia from her mind.


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Nayleia was taken to a hut on the outskirts of the village, and roughly pushed into the dimly lit confines. The sound of the heavy door banging shut behind her was the only indication that she was now a prisoner, subject to whatever devious ploy Harla had thought up. She put her head to the door and heard Janta’s guards snickering on the other side as they settled down to enjoy the wineskin they had brought with them. They clearly intended to wait out her allotted time in the hut. It was no use; she was trapped in the hut until they drank themselves senseless.

Nayleia turned away from the door slowly and surveyed the interior of the hut. She had been in it before and was familiar with its layout. Her coming of age ‘gift’ had happened in the hut, and so she already knew what she would find. The dim light from the single lamp hid very little and Nayleia immediately saw the long silhouette of a figure writhing on the lone pallet. No sound escaped the shadowed form which faced away from the doorway, but Nayleia knew that he must be in extreme pain and discomfort.

She had seen other men who had been administered the ‘drug’ by Harla’s minions. It was always the same, they writhed in pain and many cried out for release. Harla had once made her care for one of the men after his ordeal was over. It had taken weeks for him to recover from the damage he had done to himself. Her heart went out to the stranger as he moved restlessly in the throes of the intense irritation caused by the drug. He was clearly trying to fight off the urges for sexual release…Nayleia knew his battle was already lost.

It would not be long before the dementia caused by Janta’s special blend of herbs caused him to rub himself raw on the rough boards of the hut, or brutally rape any female trapped in the hut with him. Nayleia knew that was what Harla wanted. She had always hated Nayleia because of the favor their father had always bestowed upon the only child of his most beloved second wife, Nayleia’s mother. The thought of her mother helped Nayleia make up her mind, she had promised the stranger’s teammates that she would help him…it was time to start keeping her end of their bargain.

Nayleia crept towards Ronon’s turned back and quietly crouched down next to him. She did not want to startle him and so, she reached out to touch his back with a gentle hand. Her hand never connected with Ronon’s back. Amazingly he had heard her approach him and had spun with a speed that caused Nayleia to gasp and cry out as her reaching hand was grabbed at the wrist and held in a bone crushing grip. Ronon used his momentum to roll unto her, crushing her body beneath him on the dirt floor of the hut.

“No! Please, you mustn’t!” Nayleia cried out, as she felt Ronon’s legs splay hers and his throbbing erection pressed into her, hindered only by the clothing they both still wore.

“Give me a good reason why I shouldn’t make you feel as much pain as now grips me?” Ronon’s gruffly uttered reply was delivered through a tightly clenched jaw and bared teeth as he continued to fight the drug madness.

“Please…I’m going to help you…I promised your friends.” Nayleia just barely managed to force out these words before she felt herself losing consciousness, as Ronon’s great weight cut off her air supply.

Through the haze of pain that gripped him, Ronon realized that the woman below him had mentioned his teammates. He quickly rolled off her, as he saw she was on the verge of blacking out. His body protested the loss of contact, and his skin felt singed everywhere it had come into contact with hers. It took a monumental effort to shake her, until she slowly began to revive.

“Keep…away…from me!” Ronon ground out through clenched teeth as he crawled away from her, back onto the pallet.

Nayleia’s vision slowly cleared and the darkness receded, and she recalled where she was. Scrambling to her knees, she looked over to the pallet, only to find herself once more staring at Ronon’s back.

“My name is Nayleia, I promised your friends I would help you and them to escape.” Nayleia waited for a reply which did not come, so she continued to talk.

“There are guards stationed outside, but they will be too drunk to move in about two hours. The others are also feasting and will not check on us until morning. We need to leave here when the moon comes up, everyone will be sleeping by then.” Nayleia finished in a rush, hoping the silent stranger would say something, yet knowing that he was using all his willpower to keep from attacking her.

Nayleia waited for some response, but none came. She knew he had heard her, yet was unable to speak past the tightly gritted teeth she had seen as they tumbled onto the floor. She knelt, contemplating Ronon’s back as he shifted restlessly…quietly. She knew that their only chance of escape was to make a break that night, yet her knowledge of the drug told her that Ronon would be incapable of moving when the time came. His silent resistance would make the after effects more severe…he would be physically incapable of moving.

As much as Nayleia hated the thought of it, she knew what she had to do yet she hesitated. She remembered well her last experience with a man, but there seemed to be no other way. If she wanted to get away from Harla, she would have to allow herself to be taken by this man. Harla had been getting more and more extreme in her treatment of her and soon will not hesitate at all to give full reign to her hatred for Nayleia. She had to escape before Harla got up the courage to kill her or worse. His friends would never leave him behind, that much she had learned from the brief exchange she had shared with them. It was up to her to help him find release from the drug so his muscles could relax enough for him to move at the appointed time.

Having made her decision, Nayleia quickly drew off her gown and rested her hand on Ronon’s back, urging him to turn over.

“GET AWAY!”

His shouted words caught Nayleia off guard. She had expected him to repeat his earlier action of straddling her.

~I can’t believe how strong he is to resist the drug for as long as he has. ~ Nayleia thought, impressed by Ronon’s resolve.

“It’s alright,” Nayleia said quietly, “It really is okay. I want you to turn over and take me…It’s the only way. Resistance to the drug will damage your muscles and make movement impossible for several days. If you don’t take me, none of us will be able to escape tonight, and this may be our only chance!” Nayleia finished her impassioned plea and waited.

Slowly, as if he were an old man, Ronon turned over and stared into Nayleia’s face. She could see the pain in his eyes and in the deep creases that had formed between his brows. She could see him searching her soul with the intensity of his gaze as if trying to determine if she told the truth or if it was a ruse to cause him greater discomfort.

“It’s alright,” Nayleia repeated, “I know what I’m doing. I want to get away from this village too, and this is the only way.” As Nayleia finished her statement she took up Ronon’s hand and rested it on her naked breast.

As if in a fog, Ronon felt Nayleia take his hand and rest it on her body. He looked down and saw that she was naked and that his hand was in fact resting on one of her breasts. At another time he would have been impressed by the perfection of her naked body…not at this time though. All he seemed to hear was that she was giving him permission to ease his pain on her body; she wanted him to use her body. She wanted to reduce him to the level of an animal.

~Never! ~

The savagery with which Ronon flung Nayleia away left her gasping in surprise as she landed a few feet away on her naked bottom. The only thing truly hurt was her pride; somehow he had managed to resist her freely offered body.

“If you come near me again, I’ll kill you with my bear hands!” He warned savagely, before once more turning his back on her.

Nayleia contemplated Ronon’s turned back for no more than a few heart beats before she launched herself onto him, causing him to turn around and face her as she straddled his hips. She knew that she was right to offer herself to him, since it was the only way to be assured that he’d be able to function when it was time to escape. Yet…she also knew that her insistence was a matter of pride. He had said no.

The soundly delivered slap caught Ronon off guard, and helped him to focus past the drugs in his system, to hear Nayleia’s angry words:

“If you don’t take me now, I’ll have you in a few minutes time when you’ve lost so much of your mind, you won’t know what you’re doing. I think a man like you would prefer getting this over and done with while you can still exert some control over the situation. Just think how you’ll feel later on when you realize you had harmed me because the drug caused you to attack me like an animal.”

“I said keep away fr---”. Ronon’s words of waning resistance were abruptly cut off by Nayleia’s second slap.

“I want to get away from Lahal! Your stubborn, selfishness is not going to prevent me from leaving here. By refusing you are also condemning your friends to a similar or worse fate than you are now experiencing,” she shouted at Ronon, whose eyes had finally focused on her and her words.

Not waiting for a response, Nayleia quickly dragged Ronon’s shirt over his head and with jerky movements, quickly freed his throbbing erection. Ronon weakly tried to push her hands away from his garments, but he was too far gone. He wanted to be naked…he wanted to relieve his pain and discomfort.

Nayleia ignored his now half-hearted attempts to stop her from removing his clothing. As she exposed more and more of Ronon, Nayleia felt herself becoming more and more dislocated from the situation. The hands that grabbed his engorged manhood…were not her own. The person lowering herself onto Ronon’s pulsating flesh…was not her. The person whose hips he grasped and pulled onto his straining manhood…was not her. The person gasping in shock at his swift penetration of her unresisting flesh…was not Nayleia.

Through the pain of having been unprepared for the sexual invasion, she realized that while Ronon eagerly sought his release, he still tried not to hurt her unduly. His control over his body was limited by the effects of the drug, yet Nayleia was made aware of the inner war by the muscular tension across his body. He didn’t want her…not like this. Nayleia was amazed…another man would have taken what he wanted without a thought for her sacrifice.

It seemed as if she viewed the scene from a great distance. The giant of a man who refused to look into her eyes as he used her body, the voices of the guards as they drank and made lewd jokes about the sounds coming from the hut, Harla’s bark of mannish laughter in the distance, it all seemed to be happening to someone else. As Ronon rolled her onto her back, Nayleia felt herself completely disconnect from the assault on her body. The mantra came to her automatically. It had saved her before…it will save her again:

~It’s not happening to me, it’s happening to some hapless soul. ~
~Be strong, be strong, be strong…~

Soon…as if they had a mind of their own, Nayleia’s legs wrapped themselves around Ronon’s waist. She welcomed Ronon to continue his relentless plunder of her tender flesh as he sought release from the influence of the drug. She had made her choice, this was her way out…it was the only way out.

TBC