Mera felt like a sack of potatoes as she was bounced around on a horse at full gallop with Kadar's arm tightly around her waist. She had been sleeping peacefully in her bed when she felt Kadar's hand cover her mouth and his body pinning her down.
"If you breathe a word, you die," he whispered into her ear. "Do you understand?" he asked as she nodded, tears already streaming down her face. "Good. You're father will pay handsomely to have you back," he laughed.
With that, he forced her out of her castle without even letting her put something over her thin, white nightgown. Kadar had no trouble leaving the palace, clearly having planned out this kidnapping in advance since all the guards that would have been there were knocked out cold. Mera also suspected that Kadar had not acted alone, which was revealed as true as they entered the woods just outside the gates of her home.
There were six other men and about a dozen horses several yards into the dense woods, waiting for their leader. Mera felt so exposed in only her nightgown as the men eyed her with lecherous intentions. She thought she would be given her own mount since there were so many horses, but of course, it would have been all to easy for her to escape, so Kadar forced her in front of him where he could ensure she couldn't escape.
They rode hard for several hours, covering a lot of ground before the sky started to lighten. Mera had still yet to utter a single word, this whole journey, fearing what would happen if she did. It was incredibly hard not to protest the indignities Kadar objected her too, though, but every time she felt like saying something, she just closed her eyes and bit her lip, praying this was all just a horrible dream. She knew it was not, though. Kadar was proof of that.
Throughout the ride, Mera was painfully aware of her lack of clothing. She was forced to sit astride Kadar's horse instead of side saddle as she was used to. This was painful enough because of how large his mount was between her legs and there was only her thin cotton underwear between her and the saddle, but her nightgown was also pushed up to her thighs, exposing her legs to the cold night air and the eyes of Kadar's men. There was also nothing holding her large breasts and it was painful as they bounced with the horses gait. Because of this, she was almost thankful when Kadar grabbed them, because they no longer bounced painfully, but the indignity was too much.
As dawn approached, Kadar and his men slowed their pace, allowing the horses to rest a bit. Mera would have been glad at this slowed pace, but it allowed Kadars hands more freedom as he could guide his horse with just his knees.
He grabbed her breast in full now, groping. "These are quite beautiful," he whispered in her ear. "It's a pity, they're wasted on a little virgin princess like yourself."
Mera whimpered slightly as he kneaded her soft flesh, but she quickly stopped when it caused him to dig his nails into her tender breasts. After a while, he let go of her, and Mera wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but forced it back. Kadar placed his hands on the bottom of her thighs, where her nightgown ended and started to pull up the only thing covering her sore legs. As he did this, Mera tried not to wince, but to no avail.
"You're not used to having such a thick beast between your legs are you?" Kadar laughed. Knowing he wanted an answer, she shook her head slightly, still not daring to speak. "Well, that's not the only beast you'll have between your legs by the end of the day," Kadar smiled evilly.
Mera didn't quite understand what he meant, but she knew it would not be good, especially when she felt him completely uncover her thighs and move his hand between her legs. His fingers worked their way under her underwear and started to make slow circles, causing Mera to jump slightly. She had never felt anything like this before and she wanted him to stop, but had not idea how, she was completely in his power.
After a while, Kadar stopped the slow circles, but before Mera could rejoice, he had stuck a finger up inside her. "You little whore," Kadar spat in her ear. "You're enjoying this. You should feel how wet you are." Mera didn't understand what he meant, but she couldn't think about it for long because soon he had stuck another finger inside her, pumping them in and out. This second finger was painful and he didn't keep it in for long. "I don't want to loosed you up too much," he explained. "I like me a tight virgin pussy milking my cock."
He soon removed the other finger as well, but he started up the slow circles again, pinching at the flesh down there, causing her to squirm. It wasn't long before she felt something building inside her and he seemed to feel it too, because he stopped suddenly. "We can't have you cumming yet," he told her. "I bet you've never even had an orgasm before, is that right?"
Mera nodded this time, confirming his guess, even though she still did not know what he was talking about.
"That's just sad, an 18 year old princess like yourself and you don't know anything about sex."
By midday they were far enough away from Mera's home that Kadar felt safe enough to call for a halt. His men made a quick camp to eat and rest. They set up only one tent several horse lengths away from the camp. This was clearly for Kadar, since it was only big enough to hold a few people, not the whole group. Kadar didn't allow Mera to eat much before dragging her into the tent. The bottom of the tent was made up of a few blankets, but they were so thin, Mera could still feel every rock underneath them when she was thrown to the ground.
Mera barely had time to catch her breath and look at her surroundings before Kadar was on top of her, pushing up her nightgown and pawing at her breasts.
"Please," she begged quietly, the first time she had spoken since she was taken. "I must remain chaste."
Instead of slapping her as she had expected, he merely laughed cruelly, "I won't tell if you won't."
A single tear slid down Mera's cheek as Kadar removed her nightgown completely leaving her bare save for her thin underwear. To her horror, he lowered his mouth to her breasts, sucking and nibbling on them, making her nipples hard from the attention. As he did this, his hand travelled back down to the place between her legs and he started making slow circles again, reminding her of of the feeling that had built inside her before.
It wasn't long before he stopped his ministrations and his head travelled down to the place between her legs, confusing her. She yelped slightly when she felt his tongue licking her and darting in and out of inside her. It didn't take much of this attention to bring the feeling of something building inside her back, but as soon as that started, he sensed it and stopped.
"I told you, I can't have you cumming yet," he laughed. With that he began undressing himself and Mera's eyes widened in shock when she saw what lay between his legs. She knew men were different down there as she had seen the bulges in the trousers of the men back home, but she had no idea that his giant, reddish purple, thing would be what was hidden. "Do you like my cock?" Kadar asked, seeing where Mera's eyes were transfixed. "You can touch it if you want," he laughed, grabbing her hand and guiding it down to his rock hard member.
Mera was shocked to feel how hard and how hot it was. Kadar wrapped her hand around it and started working it up and down the shaft, causing her shock to be replaced by shame and guilt at her fascination.
