He was Dhagid, a determined and dangerous bounty hunter armed with an enormous scimitar that even giant brawlers struggled to wield with both hands. He had mastered the art and was known through stories of men and women slain and defeated by his hands. He was one of many who had avarice at the forefront of his mind, for his target was Sameera, the daughter of two executed nobles deemed traitors by the Sheik Laith Hajar when they would not submit their lands or beliefs to the Persian Emperor. One year prior, she had amassed a small army in the rural, northern shores of the Persian Sea against the Sheikh, fighting valiantly as her dedicated followers dwindled due to the ever-growing army commanded by Hajar in the Chamd regions in the ancient empire.
Under command from the Emperor to snuff out any and every dissident, Sameera had a sizeable bounty to be taken alive and delivered to Hajar unharmed. Known for her kindness and fierce leadership, her followers had given her the title of 'princess,' which the Sheikh had to hear over and over again as he had been unable to defeat and capture her. The Sheikh's ire grew with every confrontation that the nineteen year old princess eluded. Little was known about her outside villages she was beloved other than that she had been recently married until her husband was slain in a prior skirmish defending her.
Though the Sheikh had never witnessed her, he heard the tales of her lithe and athletic tone with many rumors of delectable haunches and an ample bosom. Men who had seen and fought against her and survived boasted how her fair complexion which had grown more coppery in the warm, tropical region. They also clammored over her youthful face with wide, beautifully brown eyes, full lips that could steal a man's attention with even the slightest of smiles and full, straight raven colored hair that had often been in a thick, single braid that went to her mid-lower back to ensure it never interfered when she needed to dance with her blades after she lured her victims in.
The golden sun beat down on the tan, sandy foothills which below sat a lazy, freshwater basin which connected to a river nearby. Dhagid had tracked the rebel down the same river after many gave up their searches for her or looked elsewhere after a recent skirmish with another pursuer. He had seen traces of nearby habitants after following the river for days. There were rumors that Sameera still had many willing and able-bodies to defend her, but the crafty Dhagid found that he had been tracking three sets of footprints, one female and two male. He knew he had found them, and tracked them further to the hill of the rebels' encampment. To an untrained eye, the campfire was low and out of sight, but to a professional he located his confirmed targets when he got close enough to see the beauty let her hair down with an enchanting tussle. He readied his monstrous blade and engaged his targets.
"Surrender immediately, rebel princess! Throw down your weapons and submit, and I assure you no harm will come to you or your dogs until you are in the Sheikh's custody," barked the bounty hunter. Sameera stood up and her eyes locked with her pursuer, who snuck behind them, standing twenty feet from their campfire.
"Another sell-sword. The man you serve is a cowardly, lying murderer," she shot back in a patronizing tone accompanied by an eye roll that could be seen a mile away.
"The man whom I serve matters not to me. The price he put on your head does, girl," he snapped back. Sameera's two bodyguards rose and drew blades, acting as shields between the princess as they crept slower towards Dhagid. When they had gotten in range, the professional heaved his heavy blade with both hands, and with a mighty swing broke the blade of one of his attackers. Another quick, powerful swing cut the disarmed guard in two, as blood soaked into the dust-covered sandy rocks. In another fluid motion, he parried the other guard and cut off his head, which hit the ground with an echoing thunk as the second victim's headless body fell aside, blood rushing from the fatal wound.
"Impressive blade, you swine!" sniped Sameera who drew two daggers and broke into a defensive pose. The shorter blades were ideal for the short-statured princess, who was a head and a half shorter than the statuesque bladesman before her.
"Don't be ridiculous. You have lost, there is nobody else here to save you, and you'd need to stab me with those for an hour to slay me. Your campaign has lasted longer than it should have, and I am now growing impatient with you. I will not tell you a third time, girl. Surrender!" he traded barbs back. He balanced the sword blade down against the ground with one hand while grabbing a coil of rope from his belongings and throwing it at her feet.
"I won't surrender to you, pig. Your disingenuous master won't be able to pay you half of what he promised when I escape his clutches again. You join the list of foes who couldn't defeat me," she taunted Dhagid.
"Grrrrr, there will be no list," he spat. "Your insurrection will be shortly remembered and your choice of your fate as either as a harem slave or an erased memory left as your skull on a spike, another to the Empire's collection. Choose wisely, girl!"
"As opposed to being a soulless, limp mercenary?"
"Limp?! The hard way it is then. If you insist, princess." With force, the goon planted the tip of his blade in the rock so that only he could remove it. In a dash, he grabbed the rope as the princess lunged at him. Her daggers grinded against his rugged breastplate armor, causing a small slash wound on his abdomen. He roared and swung the rope until it coiled around Sameera's arm before he tugged with might. Her arm flung to the side, the rope relinquishing but one dagger was our of her hand, cast aside far enough that wouldn't be safe for her to retrieve. She hollered a battle cry as she ducked his rippled arms and slashed at him again, as metal kissed metal again, causing no harm.
Dhagid chuckled at his frustrated opponent. Her eyes locked on his. He saw her passion, her deep desire to rip his heart out, and he smiled back her her, letting her know he relished the moment. She cried in another charge at him, this time he knocked her to the ground with a forearm shiver, completely disarming her. Dazed and rapidly trying to recover, Sameera rose to her hands and knees. Before the damsel could stand, the force of her conqueror's hand grasped the back of her neck, thrusting her down violently. With the rope in one large hand and her wrists in his other, he tied her arms behind her back, then tied her by the ankles just enough so she could walk at short paces but would trip over herself if she were to try and run or take even a medium stride. He then pulled her up by her hair, she groaned through gritted teeth while Dhagid soaked in all of her femininity with his eyes. She was everything the boasts, rumors, and tales foretold from her smooth skin to her soft, luscious lips. Her wide, curvaceous hips to her large bosom held back by a tight garment.
"My my," gasped the bounty hunter, wide-eyed as if he'd seen a mirage. "The gods certainly blessed you," he finished before she spat in his face and turned her head away. Her bravado caused an annoyed chuckle from her captor, who secured a light, metal collar attached to a chain around her neck before pulling his uncooperative prisoner forward with a tug. Dhagid then grabbed her dagger, examining it in front of her before shredding her garment to fully expose her magnificent breasts and chestnut colored areolas that made any man's mouth wet and his pants tighten. He forcefully groped his victim's breasts, playing with her perky copper globes while she looked away from him, eyes tightly shut. She was unable to hold back a tear and a sob; she felt so ashamed, defeated, and helpless, which excited Dhagid.
"I can see why the Sheikh wants you alive," his eyes lowered to her thin, tight navel, down to her round hips and thick thighs held by skin-tight trousers. The bounty hunter enjoyed taking his time making incisions in what was left of her clothing so they ripped off in ease without harming Sameera. She again sobbed, as he rubbed his fingers down to her loins, disturbing the only hair on her lower body, in the form of a thin, rectangular line above her otherwise smooth womanhood. Sameera struggled, only to have her balance again shift with a stiff yank of the chain around her neck.
"Your rebellion is over! I was told by the Sheikh that you were problematic, cunning, and would be unlike any other I've hunted. In a matter of two days, I found your camp, slew the farmers you call soldiers, and now have you naked in front of me. To call your capture a training exercise to one who never wielded a sword before would be insulting," he mocked her further. Her face turned a shade of red, embarrassed as his wandering hands continued on her body.
"Enjoy this while it lasts, pig. The Sheikh will torture me then behead me for fighting for my own lands. Your eyes do not lie, coward. You desire me. If you turn me over to Hajar, I will be nothing more than another story and a legend," she sneered. He howled in laughter before a look of smugness washed over him.
"Oh, you poor dove. This 'limp' sellsword lied to you. Sheikh Hajad will not behead you. Several rulers in the Caucas Kingdoms have requested to bid for you in the auctions, so the Sheikh has agreed when you are apprehended to face punishment before you are paraded naked down the town square then sold. Whomever buys you can remove your head when he is satisfied," he explained her reality. She scoffed at him in disgust before he continued.
"More than the Caucs want you. Rulers from the Nubian Kingdoms, there are Shemites and I can't forget the Hellenis. A beauty such as you is a very desirable commodity, Princess Sameera, so be sure to take pride in the bickering and fighting sure to ensue over your price. You will also need to know how to please men as you will be serving the cocks of sodomites from all lands for whomever owns you. In fact," he paused, adjusting his own pants to show the outline of his thick, bulging erection held back by the tight fabric. All she could do was grimace.
"It will be a brief journey back to the city, where you will be turned over to the Sheikh's men. I can now add a rebel princess to the list of kings and queens I've slain and defiled," he cackled before removing his clothing with the chain still wrapped around his muscular wrist. He dropped his trousers before his erect, olive skinned manhood flung forward after being repressed for days. With one hand, he pushed Sameera down to her knees, his cock was inches from her mouth.
