Tanna blinked at the sudden shock of light when the rucksack was yanked from her head. She took in her bleak surroundings, realising she was on her knees in a dusty abandoned cottage. Simple wooden furniture weathered by time. A broken bed in the middle of the room with a moth-eaten quilt. Two massive Mogurs chuckling to themselves at her dishevelled appearance. The shorter one, only seven and a half spans tall, drew a sickening knife and used the black tip to nudge her chin up towards the nine span Mogur.
"That's her alright." The taller Mogur grunted. The orange glow of the setting sun glinted on his horns that curled around themselves twice, ending in a threatening point.
"Don't do anything stupid, I'll get the rest of the crew and the cart." He said, leaving the smaller Mogur with his knife to her throat.
The remaining Mogur sheathed his knife and walked behind her, looping his green skinned arms around her armpits since her hands were bound in front of her. He tossed her onto the bed as if she was as light as a feather pillow. She shivered at the monster's strength. Her heart began to beat rapidly as she struggled against the restraints around her ankles. She blushed, wondering what the monster might do to her. She was on her back now and felt exposed in her tattered dress.
The Mogur grinned in her face, running his giant thumb across a beaded flower embroidered on the dress, igniting her nipple through the thin fabric.
"Shame," he growled, "It was such a pretty dress, huh?"
Tanna's eyes widened and breath quickened.
He suddenly pulled away and stalked over to the window. "Don't do anything stupid." He muttered to himself.
Tanna sighed in relief, with a twinge of something...else...she couldn't wrap her head around. She curled up into a ball on the moth-eaten quilt, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping this was all a terrible nightmare.
Just three hours ago, she had been moments away from lifelong bliss with Franz. She
had
looked beautiful in her wedding gown, now just a mess of tatters clinging to her shivering body. The beautiful gossamer sleeves were all but gone, just a few scraps of fabric holding up the remaining bodice and just half of the original skirt. She shifted uncomfortably to make sure her ass was covered by what fabric remained.
Am I really thinking about my dress of all things right now? What about Franz? What happened to poor Mia?
She was pretty sure Franz was dead. The noble fool would have run straight into combat against the band of Mogurs that raided her wedding. No doubt he would have fought as hard to get her back as he did to protect her virtue the night before.
A hot summer breeze stirred the moonlit night, carrying the sweet scent of hyacinth blooms across the river. As Tanna crossed the bridge from her family's manor to the outskirts of the village, she saw him. A gaunt man with black hair in a grey travellers cloak pacing impatiently at the base of the massive willow tree near the shore.
"Why so nervous, Fritz?" Tanna called softly, startling her fiancée from his nervous reverie.
"Tanna, are you alright?" He scrambled to meet her as she swung down from her horse. "You said it was an emergency, that we needed to talk?"
"Yes, Fritz, my love we do indeed." She replied calmly with a smile behind her eyes. They walked to the base of the giant willow tree, whose roots were large enough to rest on.
Fritz fell to his knees, hugging Tanna's waist. "Please, don't tell me you're having second thoughts, my heart couldn't take it."
Tanna laughed, gathering Fritz to stand back up. "I wouldn't dream of second thoughts my love. But I will admit...there is a thought that has been troubling my mind."
She took a step backwards and shouldered out of her blue travelling cloak, which pooled around her bare feet. She stood before her fiancée wearing only a sheer, gossamer tunic the breathed in the soft breeze. Her small nipples formed tight nubs in the cool summer night, the sheer fabric clinging desperately around the buds.
"T-Tanna...It's the night before our wedding..." Fritz could only stammer. Tanna smiled to see a bulge begin to grow beneath his cloak.
She rushed to him, wrapping her arms around him and tipping him off balance. He tripped over the massive tree roots, bringing Tanna on top of him in a heap. With a sly smile, she quickly straddled him, her bare pubis nuzzling his sudden erection. Fritz shuddered at her touch, his cheeks blazing red.
She leaned down, and whispered into his ear, "We've courted for five years. I've wanted you from the first day we met." She pressed her chest against him and nuzzled his neck.
"Please Fritz, I can't wait another night." She began to grind her hips against his, eliciting a deep moan from the reserved man. "Take me, I need you!" She cried out.
He gripped her hips and started to buck against her, as though a primal need took over. His thumbs pressed into her fleshy thighs as she pressed herself against him. She arched her back, melting into the sweet pressure against her clit and moaned softly.
Fritz suddenly jerked to sitting upright, pushing Tanna off of him into the dirt. He panted, staring at the ground.
"I'm sorry, Tanna, I love you and so, I will not spoil your virtue." He squeezed his eyes shut.
Tanna brought her knees to her chest, abashed. She heard him stand and walk away. She wondered if maybe now
he
would have second thoughts.
She felt the warmth of her riding cloak drape around her shoulders. Fritz stood at her shoulder and held out his hand to help her to her feet. He caressed her cheek and she met his intense gaze.
"I will ravish you tomorrow, after we have said our vows." He kissed her softly on the lips.
"Fritz-" She gasped, blushing.
"Let's get you back home, it's much too cold out for what you're wearing." He said matter-of-factly.
That night, Tanna imagined all the ways Fritz might "ravish" her but couldn't imagine the jumpy man ravishing a buffet table. Still, that steady gaze, the kiss, his words... As she teased her petals with her fingers, her mind wandered. She thought about the reports of Mogurs in the town over. How they took the most beautiful women back to their camps for their clan chief to ravage. She circled her nub frantically and thought about how the Mogurs were rumoured to be frenzied by the scent of a woman's arousal. What would a Mogur do to her if they found her like this, in her thin tunic splayed in her bed, dripping as she frantically pleasured herself? As she reached her climax the night before her wedding to Fritz, a standup noble she had courted for five years without a moment of sexual release, she wondered what a Mogur's cum would feel like dripping out of her.
Wonder and ye shall be rewarded.
Tanna thought to herself, considering her compromised situation bound on the broken bed, trapped in the abandoned shack with one of the fabled Mogurs.
She knew she needed to escape. There was no telling what life in a Mogur clan would be like. If she was lucky, she might be some sort of concubine to a high-ranking warlord. She wasn't sure if it was true that the monsters eat humans, or if they just like to rape the women. She knew so little about them. It occurred to her that she had never seen a depiction or description of a female Mogur.
