Naked Warrior

PART SEVEN

PART SEVEN

A huge shattering sound pierced through all of Olympus and every God felt the ground rumble under his or her feet as Ares crash-landed on Athena's crystal chimes. It was a beautiful, angelic-sounding instrument that Apollo had created for her as a gift. An absolutely breathtaking piece of work. And now it lay charred in a thousand pieces on the elegant marble floor of Athena's home. She was disgusted, and she'd had it with Ares. Showing up unannounced. Threatening her! Athena was walking the line and her anger was starting tosumesume her.

Ares could see it happening, too. It was like watching a cloud of fog forming around her head. It got thicker and heavier as her anger grew, which only make it harder to see past. Ares had given her enough slack. Now he would take control of this situation before Athena went over the edge. As quickly as Athena had shot him across the room, he was up again and now had her pinned against the wall. His rage was equal to hers, if not more so.

"BY HADES, YOU ARE GONNA TO TELL ME WHERE SHE IS!" he shouted.

Athena was slightly rattled by the blow against the wall. The wind was knocked out of her and she was gasping for air, and temporarily powerless in Ares' iron grip.

"Put her down, Ares. NOW." Zeus' voice cut through Ares' spine like glass. He turned and glared at his father, but still did not release his sister.

"Ares . . ." Zeus repeated, seriously. Ares reluctantly complied and dropped Athena to the ground. "What is going on here, Athena?"

Athena started to speak, but still had not fully recovered from the blow to the wall. Ares spoke up, approaching Zeus.

"It's nothing. Just a little misunderstanding, Zeus," he said, waiving off a hand. "Nothing you need stick your nose in." He showed no respect for his father. Ares gave up trying to impress the King of the Gods a long time ago. He turned back to Athena, who was just getting to her feet now. "If you won't tell me where she is, at least go and check on her. There is something wrong. I can feel it."

"The only thing wrong is that you are stupider than you look if you think I'm going to check in on her and lead you straight to her. Humph! Try again, Brother," she frowned, casting her head to the side.

"That's enough!" Zeus interrupted. "Whom are you fighting over?"

Ares ignored Zeus and continued to drill into Athena. "It's not a trick, Athena. I can feel the stirrings of a serious battle beginning. You've put her in danger, I just know it."

"She's not in any danger as long as she’s where you can't get to her."

"Whom are you talking about?" Zeus asked again.

Ares continued, "She's not a warrior yet. You took her from her training. She'll never be your peoples' warrior savior if she not trained to fight in battle."

"WHOM ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" Zeus roared, angry at being ignored twice before.

Ares turned and looked into his father’s furious face. "Athena seems to think that all women warriors should be serving her and has kidnapped my newest female soldier," he told him. "I think she's just got the hots for the little cutie and she's jealous because I'm laying with her. Maybe you can talk some sense into her, Father."

Ares disappeared, leaving Athena to fill Zeus in on the details of the squabble.

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Lord Novick was a large man with dark hair and a handsome face. He had huge, rough hands and broad shoulders. Although he was big, he was extremely fit and trim. His voice thundered out when he spoke, commanding respect and obedience from all who heard it. Daria shuttered when he spoke to her.

"What is your name, girl?" he asked, as he sat in a chair in the corner of the room. He crossed his stocky legs and arms and eyed Daria with a smirk on his face.

Daria hesitated, at first, but then gathered her courage and answered him boldly, "Daria."

"Do you know why you are here, Daria?"

She shook her head no.

Novick smiled wickedly. "Because, slave, I have chosen you as my new chambermaid. You are pleasing to the eye." He stood and walked to her and stroked her hair. She jerked her head from his hand, but he only grabbed a handful of hair and roughly turned her head to face him. His smile was gone and a black fire burned in his eyes. "My last chambermaid had an unfortunate accident. She fell out of a window and broke her little neck." He laughed and released Daria's hair.

He returned to the chair. sat down again, and stared out of the small porthole window. "It would be a shame if one of my new slaves fell overboard and drown before we got back to my estate, now, wouldn't it?" He snapped his gaze back to Daria. She knew he was trying to intimidate her.

Daria lowered her head. "Yes, sir." She raised her eyes up to look at him. He was glaring at her.

"Sir? Sir?" he laughed. "Only paid servants and working peasants have the right to address me as 'Sir.' You, my dear, are my slave, and I am your 'master,' and you will address me as such. Understand?"

Daria's blood was boiling inside. In all of her life she had never been so angry. But she was powerless to do anything. But she promised herself that when they were back on dry land, she was going to do something about it.st wst who does he think he is, anyway?

"Yes, Master," she answered, reluctantly.

"That's better," he said calmly. After a few very uncomfortable minutes, Novick rose again, reached into his pocket and pulled out a key and unlocked Daria from the chains.

"Get undressed," he commanded. Daria looked at him in shock. "NOW," he yelled.

Feeling like she had no other choice, Daria slowly removed her clothing. The wicked smirk had returned to Novick's face as he watched her strip. This was no slave, he could tell. This was some unfortunate woman, who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And now she was here. But, oh, what a vision! The way her full, round breasts firmly bounced as she swayed; how her long, golden hair cascaded across her back; the way she moved; those beautiful green eyes; all had him spellbound with desire. Oh, yes, he wanted this one, and not just because he purchased her; it was more than that. He wanted her to want him, to desire him. The same way he desired her.

When she was done, she turned and stood before him, submissively. Although pleased with her cooperation, Novick was more in the mood to play, but Daria was following his every order without resistance. Where was the raging fire she had displayed back at the auction? This is much too easy. Then he figured, since they were on a boat, there really was no place for her to escape to if she did try. He decided to wait until the trip was over before starting any sus tus training with her.

He stood and walked to the dresser where he retrieved another chain. This one had a collar lock. He attached it around Daria's neck and started to lead her from the room like a puppy. Daria resisted following him and Novick got his first rush of disobedience.

He glared at her and yanked the chain harder. "COME."

"But . . . I have no clothes," she responded, blushing immensely.

"You are a SLAVE now, girl. You need to learn what it means to be a slave. You will do as you are told or you will suffer the consequences. Now, COME."

Embarrassed and appalled, Daira could not take her eyes from the ground as Lord Novick led her up to the deck. She could feel the eyes of the ships crew crawling over her naked body, and she covered her chest with her arms in an attempt to hide herself.

Novick saw her pathetic effort and laughed cruelly. "What's wrong, slave? Don't like being paraded around for all to see? Don't worry. They know better than to touch my property." He continued walking to the center of the main deck. "That is, unless theve mve my permission." He winked at Daria who had turned pale as a ghost.

They stopped at the pole that held the lookout tower. Novick motioned to another mate to bring over a tall stool and place it in front of the pole. "SIT," he commanded her. She did, and he positioned her with her back against the pole. He took the chain attached to the collar and wrapped it around the pole, securing her.

He walked over to a wooden chest nearby and got two more sets of chains and put them on Daria wrists and ankles. He chained both hand behind her back, around the pole.

Daria looked at him with sad eyes. "Please. Please, don't do this to me. . . Master!"

He just looked at her and smiled with cold eyes. Then he took her feet, lifted them above her head and attached the chain around the pole so she was unable to bring her legs down, exposing her virgin pussy for all to see.

"That's better! Now, all my men get to see what a tasty treat you are," he laughed. "They will be wild with jealously because they can’t have you. They’ll want to ram their hard cocks into your exposed little pussy, or in that wet little mouth of yours. But, don’t worry, my sweet. I won’t let them. You belong to me." He reached down and poked a finger into her pussy, pulled it out and slowly licked it. He leaned in close to Daria face and whispered. "Owww, you taste so sweet! I'm am really going to enjoy you when we get home."

Daria had tears forming in her eyes now. He expression was one of fear and helplessness and she pleaded with him, "Please, Master, please don't leave me like this. Please."

The smirk left Novick face and he pressed his groin against Daria's pussy. "Do you want me to take you right here? Right now? I'm sure my men would love a show."

"No, no."

"Well, then, shut up. You do not speak unless spoken to. I said you needed a lesson and a lesson you will have. No, I will not remove you from this position until I feel that you have learned just who is the Master and who is the slave." He leaned in and kissed her, grabbing her ass with one of his big hands.

It surprised Daria that his lips were soft, yet the kiss itself was brutal and invading. He pushed his tongue inside her mouth and she closed her eyes. She was sure she had not been kissed before, then why did it seem familiar? Forgetting briefly, exactly where she was, she moaned slightly and started to suck on Novick's probing tongue, instinctively.

He felt her responding and moved his hand from her ass to her pussy and started rubbing her clit. She shuttered and moaned again, allowing his tongue further access into her mouth, deepening the kiss. He abruptly pulled away from her lips and she snapped open her eyes in shock, once again realizing where she was.

Novick's face lit up with surprised delight. Excitement shinned in his eyes as he smiled wickedly at her, moving his gaze back and forth from her pussy to her face. "Oh, yes! I am going to enjoy training you, slave. And it seems that you might just enjoy it, too," he laughed.

Then Novick turned and announced to the crew, "Listen up, men. If any one of you hounds touches, licks, kisses or even breathes on my new slave girl, I will kill you personally. That is, after I cut your cock from your body with a dull knife."

Novick could hear the grumbles and protests from his crewmates. Usually, Novick liked to fuck his new slaves in front of an audience, and then watch as his crew gang raped her when he was finished. The brutality of a gang rape would always make his cock rock hard again and then he could be both the first and last to fuck the new slave.

But he wanted Daria all for himself. He reiterated his instructions to the crew.

"This one is not being shared. Understand? She is all mine. You boys can choose one girl from the new group in lower cabin, to share amongst you. Doesn't matter which one. Just don't touch this one. IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?" he yelled.

He heard the men agreeing and saw that two of them had already started heading for the lower cabin to choose a wench to ravish. As long as they had their own to play with, they would not touch Daria. They would look at her, tease her, humiliate her, but none of the crewmen would dare go against the wishes of Lord Novick, one of the most powerful and ruthless commanders in the Roman army.

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