Naked Warrior

PART EIGHT

PART EIGHT

Lord Novick did not release Daria from being tied to the pole in her exposed position until they were within the last few miles of shore. He removed all of the chains that he had attached and threw her a jade green velvet gown. It was a gown of the best quality and material, even accented with some simple jeweled stones. Lord Novick may have been known throughout his province for his ruthlessness, but he was also known for his desire to surround himself with the best the land had to offer. He was a man of fine taste, and Daria suited it just fine right now.

He took her back to his cabin and left her so she could wash up and dress. A short time later, he returned for her and stopped in surprise when he saw her in the dress. She was a beauty to begin with, but in the jade gown, she looked like royalty. She was stunning. Her tanned skin looked smooth and healthy, and her golden blonde hair contrasted beautifully against the green in the dress, which also brought out her green eyes.

In that moment, the moment when Lord Novick's heart beat a little harder in his chest, he knew he wanted her more than any other woman he'd encountered. He wanted all of her - body and soul, and vowed silently to himself that he would make her want him as much he did her.

And Lord Novick always got what he wanted. He was a cunning and crafty man. He would have never gained his position of power if he weren’t in charge of his own destiny. He quickly rose through the ranks of the military, gaining favor with Caesar for having a similar philosophy about life, and soon was given his own province to rule for Rome. He was never seen in public or at social events without a beautiful maiden at his side, and now he thought he had hit the jackpot with Daria. All the men in high council would envy him; perhaps even by Caesar, himself, and the thought of it gave him a rush of excitement.

"Come," he ordered Daria. "You will stay by my side as we travel." She nodded and quickly cast her eyes away from him. Even though she feared this man, her mind was already thinking about escape, and she didn't want him to read it in her eyes. What she didn't realize is that Lord Novick had already anticipated that she would be thinking that. All new slaves did. It was only natural to want to escape when you are no longer free. He roughly grabbed her arm and jerked her to face him.

"And if you are thinking about trying to escape me, and by some minuscule chance you succeed, I will personally hunt you down and kill you slowly, first by tearing your legs from your body and then choking the life from you by ramming my huge cock down your throat." He took Daria's hand and placed it on the large bulge between his legs. Daria eyes widened in shock at the size of him. The man was well endowed, indeed. Novick leaned in and seductively whispered in her ear.

"If you think it's big now, wait until you've really got me excited! There's nothing like a good hunt, and the thrill of capturing an escaped slave, to get me all worked up." He stood up straight again and gave her an evil wink and laughed. He could tell by the look on her face that she was too frightened to try anything. Or at least not without a plan, if she was smart.

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Ares paced the floor in his temple. He was agitated with the entire situation. What he had planned to be an afternoon of enjoyment with his newest trainee had turned into a bad couple of days. First, losing more than half of his army in training, then Daria's disappearance, and the fight with Athena in Olympus. It was quite unfortunate for Ares to have been distracted with Athena at the same time that Daria was being shipped off the island, or maybe he or Athena might have sensed the change in Godly domains. The trip through Greece to Rome that Novick and his men made took them across lands belonging to both Ares and Athena. But both Gods had been too wrapped up in their rage with each other to notice and Novick had made it home without incident.

Ares continued his fruitless search of Greece, determined to find Daria. Now it was not just because he wanted to get Daria back, but also because he refused to let Athena win this little war she started. He decided to make a personal visit to all soldiers and warlords that had called on him in times of battle and collect some debts. He wanted to send a man or two into each of the other Gods' realms as a spy, to look for Daria. This way, he could cover more area at once, since his powers were limited in another Gods' domain. He disappeared in a flash a blue and white light to begin the execution of his plan.

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Just as night started to fall upon the land, they had reached the estate of Lord Novick. It was a large and lavish manner, decorated with fine art and tapestries. He had the best china and silver flatware. The stone floors were polished so finely that they were as smooth as marble. The manor had, at least, 35 rooms itself. There were also the servants' quarters, which were separate from the main manor. Novick had many slaves tending to the grounds and stables, as well as the house, all of which feared his Lordship greatly; yet, none could complain that they went without.

Novick did take good care of his slaves that way. Much better than they could have provided for themselves on their own. But he cared for none of them. They could easily be disposed of and replaced without even a thought. Needless to say, everyone walked on eggshells around the Master. If he was upset by something that had been done or been forgotten, it could mean one's death. And he took great joy in administering punishment. There was a platform he had build in the center of the courtyard where he would "make an example" of any that disobeyed or failed him. Wicked excitement could be seen in his eyes while he tortured or raped his victim in front of the small crowd, and that, itself, is why he was so feared. Novick loved inflicting pain on others, pure and simple.

He led Daria through the manor to the main bedchambers - his bedchambers. He turned and his eyes draped over Daria from foot to face, looking at her with much desire.

"This is where you will be staying until I decide otherwise," he said in a low tone.

"But . . . isn't this the master chambers? Your chambers?" she asked, confused.

"Why, yes, Daria. You are very perceptive for a slave. I told you when we were on the ship, that I have chosen you to be . . ."

"Master, Master!" Novick was interrupted by one of the commanding guards that worked for him. "Excuse my interruption, Lord, but your presence is needed in town. There is trouble with a couple of Greek soldiers that arrived this morning. They say that they have been commissioned by Ares to search the city."

Daria was only half paying attention to what the guard was telling Novick. She had been lost in her own thoughts while looking over the room she was to call "home," wondering how long she would last before he would tire of her, when she heard "Ares'" name. Her attention was immediately drawn to the conversation. Ares. Ares. Where have I heard that name before? I'm sure I know that name, she though.

"We'll just see about that!" Novick responded. He looked back to Daria and told her to make herself at home while he was gone. Look around, get familiar with everything. He wanted her to be comfortable in her new surroundings. Then he reached behind her head and pulled her closer to him, and placed a kiss on Daria's forehead. Before releasing her, he inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of her hair and lightly sighed.

"I'll be back soon, I promise. Then we can get better aquatinted with one another." He smiled, an almost human smile, before turning and exiting the room, shutting and locking the door behind him.

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Novick made his way to town to confront the Greek soldiers face to face. He assumed that they had come to retrieve their fellow Greeks that had been purchased and were now slaves at Novick's manor. Well, no slaves would be returned without a fight, and if he lost the fight, he instructed his two closest officers to murder all the slaves rather than let them be taken from him. No one comes against Lord Novick and wins. Even if he loses, so will the enemy.

By the time he made it to town, the two soldiers had already gone. But not before leaving the message that they would return with reinforcements. Novick pushed open the doors of the local saloon and walked up to the bar. Immediately, the barkeep set a goblet of ale in front of him.

"My Lord! It is good to see you again, sire," said the barkeep in a shaky voice.

Novick picked up the goblet and downed the drink in one large gulp, slamming the empty cup back down on the bar.

"What is this I hear of Greek soldiers coming here, demanding to search the town? What is it they were looking for?" he asked him.

"Oh, yes, sire. They were quite determined to find a certain woman, my Lord. A woman which holds the interest of their God of War."

"Ares? What does Ares want with a mortal woman? Did she escape punishment from the God?" he inquired. That evil thrill of excitement crossed his face again as he entertained the vision of delivering this woman to Ares and getting to witness the wrath of a God, first hand. Perhaps he could even make an alliance with the War God.

"I know not why they wanted her, sire. They did not tell me. They only said that if we knew where she was, and didn't tell them, there would be Tartarus to pay."

"They sound determined. She must have done something to really piss Ares off. Especially to be sending his Greek soldiers into Roman territory. Did they say what this woman looked like?"

"Oh, she is young, with long, blonde hair, and green eyes. Small body, tanned skin, about my height." The barkeep stood back and held his hand at the top of his head to indicate her height.

"What is her name?"

"Maria. No! That's not it. It was . . . Dor . . .Dorthea, yes! Dorthea, I believe, my Lord."

Novick stood and pulled a few gold coins from his pocket and threw them on the bar.

"You've done well, Milo. Keep your eyes and ears pealed and let me know of anything you hear that may be of interest."

The barkeep smiled, showing that he was missing a tooth. "Thank you, Lord Novick! I will!"

By the time Novick returned to the manor, Daria was asleep. She had found an old nightgown that had belonged to his last chambermaid and changed into it. She lay atop the covers, breathing deepld lod looking almost angelic as she slept.

Novick decided not to wake her, since he was tired from the trip back home, and then having to go into town this evening left him feeling really worn out. He stripped, adjusted Daria so that she was next to him and got in bed, falling asleep almost instantly.

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Daria awoke the next morning with her head on Novick's chest and her hand tucked between his back and the mattress, as if she were hugging him. Novick was already awake, and was playing with a lock of her hair, admiring the way it picked up the morning sunlight.

Instantly, she remembered where she was and what happened, but rather than jump up, frightened and appalled, she laid still and tried to figure out the best way to deal with this. She knew Novick had no heart, no feeling for the lives of others, and she refused to give him the satisfaction of him knowing she was afraid.

She could also tell how much he wanted her. The look in his eyes gave it away every time. Maybe that was a good thing, to hold the favor of the master. But then she remembered what he had done to her on the boat ride home. Tying her up and leaving her exposed - naked! She had never been so humiliated in her life; yet, she also found that she was strangely aroused.

Just thinking back on how the crew's eyes felt as they raked over her bare body and make her pussy wet, was beginning to stir up that same strange feeling again. She had to snuff out the urge to reach for Novick's cock, which she knew to be only inches away from her hand. Now, that was a monster to be scared of. No, she had to get out of this situation fast.

Finally, she moved and turned her head in a way that she could look her master in the face, while her chin rested on his chest.

"Good morning, My Lord. I hope you slept well."

"I slept fabulously. Especially with your body next to me to keepwarmwarm," he answered, seductively, while stroking her hair.

Daria jumped up out of bed quickly and stood beside him, praying that he would not want her to remain in bed with him.

"May I draw a bath for my Lord? Or get you some breakfast?" Daria asked.

"No, there are others who do that. Your only job, my dear, is to keep my body satisfied."
He grinned and threw back thversvers, revealing an erection the length of a small dagger - with the handle included. Daria frowned and took a step back, which also caused Novick's smile to fade.

Novick threw her an angry glare. "Get over her, girl, and tend to your responsibility, or you will be punished." He grabbed his cock and began stroking it, making it even harder and larger then it was.

Daria didn't move, entranced by the sight of his large manhood.

"NOW!" Novick yelled, bringing her back to reality. She moved to his side, timidly. When she was close enough, he reached for the neck of her garment and tore it from her body with one pull. He grabbed her hair and pulled her to his cock. "Get down here and suck my cock, slave. Or have you forgotten who the Master is already? Do I need to give you another lesson?"

"No, Master, please. It's just that . . . I have never . . ."

"Spit it out, girl."

"I don't know what to do, I've never done this before," she told him.

Novick grew impatient. "It’s easy, you stupid girl. Do what I told you - SUCK IT." He pushed her roughly into his crotch and held her head there. "SUCK IT NOW, BITCH. DO IT!"

Daria's mouth brushed the side of his muscle. It was warm to the touch and she felt it jerk slightly when her lips had touched it. She continued to run them along the side, occasionally, letting her tongue make contact or apply a slight sucking action.

"MMMMMmmmmm, that's a good slave. Kiss it, baby. Be real nice to it, and it will be real nice to you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, slave?"

Daria moaned in response, trying not to choke on his words. If she didn't comply with what he wanted from her, he would kill her. She was sure of that.

Novick brushed Daria's golden hair away from her face so he could watch her giving him head. It was such a hot sight to see. He felt a passion stirring from deep inside his soul. No woman had ever turned him on this much before. He wanted - no, he needed her to want him as much. In all of his life, in all of the hundreds of lovers he had taken, he had never known what it felt like to be desired by a woman - well, at least not in bed. Novick always had a perverse sexual drive. He fed on fear. It would fuel his need, his desire to take and control another. Even if a woman had started off finding Novick attractive, which many did, by the time he had her behind closed doors, the whole situation would change. He did cruel and unthinkable things to women. Kinky things, sadistic things, perverse things. If they were lucky enough to leave Novick's manor in the morning, it was certain they were never to return by their own free will.

No, Novick had never allowed himself to feel anything other than the fear he invoked from his lovers. But now, he found that he wanted something more. He wanted to feel a woman's desire for him. Her passion. Her need of him. And he wanted it from Daria.

"Suck it. Put it in your mouth and suck it. Do as I say!" he ordered. Daria gave him an emotionless look as she rubbed the engorged head of his cock against her luscious lips, before sliding it past them and into the warmth of her wet mouth. Novick's cock was huge and Daria had a hard time fitting it comfortably into her mouth. Most women did, but Novick would just push their head further down on his shaft and could care less if they gagged on it. His excitement was building and he went to do the same to Daria, but hesitated when he saw that she did not look to be enjoying herself. This is not what he wanted.

Upset, he abruptly pushed Daria off of him and she fell on to the wooden floor. She looked up at him angrily, wiping the excess saliva from her mouth and chin with the back of her hand.

"What did you do that for? I don't SUCK hard enough or something?" Daria said sarcastically.

Novick was standing above her now. He backhanded her across the face.

"Don't you talk to me in that tone of voice. I am the master around here, not you. And I don't have to have a reason to do anything to you. Do you understand? You belong to me, and I can do as I choose with you. Now, get up and go get dressed. Meet me in the dining room for breakfast in 20 minutes. And don't be late."

He stormed out of the room, not bothering to even cover his nakedness, and grabbed the first slave girl he saw. He took her into the bedroom next to his and brutally raped the woman. As Daria cleaned and dressed herself, she could hear the cries of agony coming from the poor woman as Novick's huge cock savagely ripped into her anus. She knew that's what he was doing because he was making the woman scream for him to "fuck my ass," although her words lacked conviction as she said them.

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After breakfast, Novick took Daria shopping in town. He was determined to get her to want him and figured that this was the way to do it. He never once thought about changing his own cruel ways. Money and fine things had always made him happy; he thought everyone felt the same way.

By the time they had returned to the manor, it was already beginning to get dark. Novick had boughtia tia three new gowns, a pairs of shoes, and some lacy undergarments. He was actually acting halfway decent towards Daria while they were out, but as soon as they stepped through the front doors of the manor, everything was back to normal. He ordered Daria to go clean up for dinner and to wear one of the new dresses he bought for her.

Although Daria keep expressing her gratitude to Novick, she was not pleased in his choice of gowns for her. They were far too revealing for her taste, with either too sheer a fabric or too low cut in the bosom. Nevertheless, she did as she was told and emerged in the dinning area shortly thereafter. Novick was already seated at the table, waiting. When he got an eyeful of Daria in her new clothes he got a smug, proud look on his face.

"Mmmm-ummm! I do know how to pick 'um!" he commented as she approached the table, mindful of his choice in wardrobe for her. He reached for the wine and pored some into two delicately etched silver goblets sitting in front of him. Once Daria was seated, he lifted a goblet and very politely offered it to Daria. Novick had that seductive look about him, again. The one that always put Daria on edge because she knew what he was thinking about.

Daria accepted the wine gracefully. She kept casting her eyes everywhere except to his face, like she was nervous. It was really an attempt to prolong having to look the man in the eye. She despised men like Novick. Men of war, who barreled across people's land, their homes, and destroyed anyone or anything in their way. They would steal their food and rape their daughters and kill their sons. Selfish, heartless, contemptuous men. She had worked so hard trying to keep herself out of hands of someone like this and now - boom, here she is.

Daria began to question herself on how exactly she did end up here. Up until now, she was still realizing her present situation, but she felt a bit more at ease with Novick at the moment. He seemed . . . taken . . . with her for some reason. She knew how lucky she was to have gotten away with only a slap across the face for being smart with him this morning. He could have kick the shit out of her, but didn't. Instead he unleashed his anger on one of the other women, leaving Daria with nothing but a slightly swollen lip on one side.

She looked at him curiously as he informed the servants to serve the food, then quickly looked away when he started to turn back. She stared into her wine and her thoughts returned to the morning she woke up and didn't remember where she was. Why didn't she remember? And why did she have to take a boat to get to Rome through Greece? Maybe she didn't wake up in the same place where she had gone to sleep!

Daria mind started spinning in obscure questions. She barely noticed the low grumbling sound coming from off to her right. Suddenly, she felt the cool liquid of the wine splashing onto the sleeve of her dress as her arm was practically jerked from her body.

"I'm talking to you, girl. Now answer me!" Novick roared. He was angry, not taking to kindly to being ignored during supper.

Daria looked at him in surprise and asked, "Wh-wh-what d-d-did you say, my Lord?" Realizing his anger with her, she quickly added in a silky voice, "Please forgive me for not hearing you the first time, Master. I was just reminiscing about our shopping trip today, and how fortunate I am that you are a generous master. Thank you."

Novick released his grip from around Daria's arm, but his didn't remove his hand. He ran it up her arm and over her shoulder, until he reached her cheek and then caressed it. His entire mood changed back to seductive again and Daria wasn't sure if she didn't prefer his anger to this.

"Don't worry, my dear. You can show me how grateful you are a little later tonight," he purred. Finally, Novick sat back in his chair and began to eat his meal. Daira went straight for the goblet of wine and emptied it with four large swallows.

"So, you like the wine, I see," Novick said as he refilled her glass. "You'd better put some food in your stomach, too, girl. I'll not have you getting sick on yourself and ruining those fine clothes I just got you. You've already soiled the sleeve, so watch it!" he reprimanded.

"Yes, Master," she responded, as she took a bite of the chicken that had been placed in front of her. For the rest of the meal, Daria answered Novick's questions, laughed when appropriate, and acted like a perfect lady.

Novick seemed genuinely pleased with her company. He, for the most part, had not really flirted too heavily with Daria, although occasionally he would rub her leg or squeeze her knee or arm. He had refilled Daria's cup with wine for the forth time when a servant entered and announced that Lord Novick had a visitor waiting in the foyer, who insisted on speaking with him.

Novick told Daria to wait for him in his bedchambers and to be ready for him! The thought sent shivers down Daria's spine, and before exiting the room, she downed the rest of the wine in her cup.

Daria hadn't realized she could feel the effect of the wine until after she started to walk the long corridor. She prayed that she had drunk enough of it to be passed out beyond revival when Novick came for her. Although she was already feeling numb, each step closer to the bedroom heightened her anxiety. By the time she reached the room, her head was spinning in an unpleasant manner. She just barely made it to the bed, where she flopped down on her back, leaving her feet hanging off the side.

Novick stormed into the room a while later, slamming the door closed behind him. He was upset because he had been summonsed to Rome. There was some business Caesar needed him to handle, and Novick never turned down any of Caesar's requests. Caesar had played far too important a part in Novick's success, so he felt obligated to do the man a few 'favors' whenever he asked. He wasleavleave in the morning.

Novick looked over at Daria, who lay immobilized on the bed. She had not passed out like she had hoped, but rather found herself in a giggly mood. Novick startled her out of a daydream by snapping at her.

"Dammit, girl! I told you to be ready. Why are you still dressed?"

Daria laughed and tried to sit up. After a few seconds of struggling to gain her balance, she gave up, and allowed her head to plop back down again.

"Because, Master, I thought it would be more fun if you took if off of me, instead." Oh shit, what am I saying? she asked herself. She knew what she didn't want to happen, but she also didn't want to get killed either. The wine had caused her to loosen up a little, and the former of the two, seemed a lot more appealing at the moment.

A wicked smile crossed Novick's bearded face. "So, you want to play now, do you?" He jumped on the bed, straddling over Daria on all fours. She half-screamed, half-giggled, trying to scoot back from him in a playful way.

"Oh, no you don't," he said as he grabbed her hips and slid her back under him.

When their faces were aligned, he swooped in on Daria's lips, taking her by surprise. His kiss was confident, yet gentle. He slowly and sexily licked the outline of her lips and then placed his full lips over hers; covering them completely, mouth slightly parted. He relaxed some of his body weight on top of hers, and started grinding her lightly.

Daria's excitement began rising from the sensations he was giving her. She wanted to melt into his inviting kiss, to swallow her up in passion. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started pulling him into her, deepening their kiss. Daria allowed herself to be taken over by her own desire and all the anxiety she felt earlier had faded away.

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