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It was too much. The imprisoned Shinobi wasn't expecting to share a cell tonight-- much less with a man, especially when the other holding cells were pointedly empty. The escorting guards had left without a second glance at her, while the few that remained had been slumbering since the early evening, lazy drunkards, their snores faintly audible from the watch-room at the end of the distant corridor. 

Not paid enough to check on the prisoners beyond a cursory morning glance. Especially not on a Samurai, for whom could rot away in the prison cell for all they cared. The less of those foreign rats on their soil, the better. 

The guards' departing footsteps echoed throughout the hallway, growing fainter, leaving the small woman alone under the Knight's leering gaze. Gradually, his anger gave way to sparking interest at the feline beauty that met him upon his imprisonment. They were alone-- he noted. Her dainty fingers curled apprehensively beneath her closely shackled wrists, locks of long dark hair draped over her chest like exotic silk as she regarded her new cellmate from under long, dark eyelashes with caution. 

Curiously, the guards neglected to bind his wrists. His thick, rough fingers flexed slowly at his sides, examining the slender woman before him. 

Stripped of her concealing face mask, armor and sickles, he would not have been able to recognize her as a Shinobi. He found his eyes drawn to her rosy, plush lips, his gaze lingering before descending down to the yukata she donned, the shape of her soft nipples just barely visible beneath the cloth. Lower and lower, past the obi tied around her delicate waist, finding that the Japanese garment was short enough for him to admire her graceful, shapely legs. 

A Samurai...?

Growing lustful, the Conqueror found it opportune and strode toward her, pinning her to the stone wall, lifting that lithe, soft leg of hers to rub his stirring, unwelcome bulge against her warmth. He smelled of sweat and iron, compelling the small woman to turn her head away as he buries his nose into her hair, inhaling her feminine aroma, akin to a predator taking in the scent of its prey. 

Trapped, the foreigner tries to cry out. But the Knight's gloved hand swiftly clasps against her mouth, his gaze heated and threatening.

"Shut your fucking mouth, Myre-born."

He sighs, cock hardening as she squirms against his sturdy, rugged, overbearing body. "I've always wanted to fuck one of your kind... I'm sick of women from around here. They don't look twice at you if you aren't nobility."

"But you...? I think you have more important things to worry about than whether or not I'm some prissy noble. And I can tell you right now that I'm very glad to have some company in this cell tonight..."

The Conqueror throws her down to the makeshift bed of linens on the cell floor, tugging at the sash keeping her yukata together. It comes loose as she lands with an unceremonious thud upon her accursed, bound wrists, her garment drawing open to reveal her breasts. A surprised gasp escapes the ninja's rosy lips as he kneels after her, shoving her upper back down while hoisting her hips up. 

He drinks in the sight of her womanly rear raised high, like an animal waiting to be mated. She tries to cry out again but her captor clasps his dirty hand once more to her mouth, leaning in near centimeters from her shivering ear. 

"I'm going to breed your needy little Samurai pussy..." He promises darkly, breathily.

"Fill you up with my seed until you're dripping with it... Until you reek of it. You're going to be my exotic little plaything tonight..."

Her captor huffs, grinding against her clothed womanhood with his achingly hard erection, uncaring of her protests, her struggles amounting to no avail under his powerful arms and unyielding, masculine strength. His grip on the woman is firm, her movement restricted under his weight, the iron shackles limiting her reach. 

Bred by some Knight mongrel in a lowly Ashfeld prison cell. Her stomach turns in revulsion at the thought. 

The assassin's eyes twist shut as she feels his rough, prying fingers pull down her undergarment, the air cold at her slick entrance. Her cheeks bloom with a shameful, rosy hue as she realizes her body betrays her, the Conqueror admiring her folds with predatory satisfaction, glistening with want-- cock twitching at the erotic sight, straining beneath his trousers. 

Her heart drops at the unmistakable, clinking sound of a belt being unbuckled, the Myre-maiden's eyes daring to open. The convict's manhood springs forth from his trousers. It's red, veiny and perverse-- twitching and of intimidating size, befitting of the man behind her. Spurred on by the impulse to ruin this woman that unwillingly shared his prison cell, who had waited for him almost like a gift, he presses the heady, raw tip-- already leaking with virile arousal-- against her entrance, met with a tantalizing tightness that begged not to be defiled.

Driven with lust to violate the beautiful Samurai beneath him, so pliable under his control, the Conqueror breaches through her dripping folds-- pushing in slowly with a ragged groan. His intrusion elicits a choked gasp from the woman, still muffled by the Knight's confining palm.

Further within her encompassing tunnel he advances, pushing through centimeter by centimeter, savoring the almost overstimulating sensation of her womanhood squeezing around his member. His other hand slides over her humble yet pillowy breast, fingers sinking into her softness in a possessive grip as he fully hilts himself inside her-- his heavy, hairy balls resting against her slickened clit, hard with her own arousal.

"Fuck..." He huffs, breath hot against her ear, mind almost spinning at the sheer tightness of this foreign woman's near-virgin walls.

Trapped, the Shinobi moans despite herself upon being fully penetrated, panting and quivering as she's filled to the brim with the stranger's invading manhood, her senses full of the contemptible Knight claiming her so fully. His girthy cock splitting her open, his rough stubble brushing against her ear, his musky scent bearing down on her, the sweat of his hairy chest sticking to the smooth skin of her exposed shoulder.

The Conqueror wastes no time in fucking her. He'd been pent up for far too long, and finally had his hands on a tight hole that couldn't slip away. He rears his hips back and slams them forward, earning another whimper from his captive, ramming into her gripping, wet vice again and again, his weighty balls slapping lewdly, wetly against her trembling skin. She finds herself unable to suppress the wanton, girlish moans spilling from her mouth as her breasts jiggle with the punishing force of his thrusts.

He bears down on the small woman, her back arching instinctually as he ruts against her like a hound-- strong, sweaty body closely pressed to hers-- his form that of a beast mating his prize. His cock strokes against that spot within her over and over, to which her eyes to roll back in pleasure at the dizzying sensation. 

"S...Stop.... Please........"

The ninja pleads in the brief moment his hand slips from her mouth, still in possession of a fraction of her mind to resist. Her assailant only takes it as encouragement to hasten, spurred by her protest. True to the ill-regarded title given to men of his station, his eyes glint with a craving to conquer, to dominate this Samurai-- so far from home-- now trapped under his form.

The overwhelming urge to breed pervaded his mind like instinct as he mercilessly pounds into her, nearing his climax. He rams into her one final time before releasing into her depths with a feral growl, the tip of his greedy cock kissing her cervix, filling her womb with his thick, white seed that shot out in copious bursts. She cries out against his palm, his pulsing member laying claim to her womanhood, encumbered by the feeling of being pumped full of the man's seed against her will, from a so-called Knight whose name she doesn't even know.

She gasps for air as his palm slides down from her mouth, the chains binding her wrists rattling as she looks back at her cellmate. Slowly, he pulls out a mere few inches, pushing back in, watching his cum ooze out around his cock from her violated pussy. It drips down his balls, coating her clit. Territory, thoroughly marked.

Conqueror continues to fuck her softly like this, his motions squelching between them, the gentle nature not for her but to admire his work. He stills, feeling her hot tunnel twitch around his still-hard member. After a moment, he pulls out with a grunt, manhood springing up as he watches his seed drip from her sweet folds. 

Catching her breath, the Shinobi looks pleadingly up at the man. 

"Y...You've had your fill, Knight. Now, please... Leave me be..."

Scoffing, the Conqueror flips her onto her back, gloved hands hooked beneath her knees as he lifts her hips up to him, spread open, tempting, ready for his hungry cock once more. His member twitches at the enticing sight, eager to ravage the foreign woman even further. A man of insatiable desire, driven to a trance of lust by this lost Samurai essentially dropped right into his lap for his dark, selfish enjoyment. His gaze down at her is feverish, as if she were a feast for his taking that had barely yet been touched.

"I have so many more positions I want to try with my foreign little vixen tonight. And we're not through until I'm satisfied..."

"You see... You've got a tight, needy little pussy just begging to be bred over and over, Myre-harlot." he breathes to her in lecherous tones, stroking his cock threateningly close to her sensitive, sore womanhood. 

The moonlight spills into their shared prison cell from the small, barred window above them, faint, telling of the night still young. It illuminates the Shinobi's weak, ravaged form, engulfed by the dark shadow looming over her like a creature, a nightmare come to life-- one warned of in Ashfeldan tales. 

"Let me take care of that for you..."

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The Conqueror lines up his rock-hard, vile erection at her entrance and pushes down into her, groaning as her gripping heat hugs his cock once more. Growing irritated at the Shinobi's sobbing protests, he grabs her obi and stuffs her mouth with it, sloppily wrapping the rest of the fabric around her head to tie it into a knot behind the dark silk of her hair. Shackled wrists laid above her head and now gagged, the Samurai could only watch as her assailant takes in the sight of his new toy, so malleable beneath his might. 

"I want to feel you cum around my cock, Samurai whore..." he breathes huskily, peeling a glove from his hand. 

"To feel your tight Samurai pussy milking my thick cock as I pump you full of my seed..." the man fantasizes, stroking a rough thumb over her slickened clit. The Shinobi jolts at the sudden attention to the bud of nerves, moaning around the gag stuffed in her mouth. Her fingers clench above her head, shackles clinking as she writhes, her elegant waist swaying provocatively. 

"Good girl..."

He starts fucking her slowly, rubbing her sensitive clit in leisurely circles. Unable to suppress her loud moans, she ruts her own hips up in motion with his thumb and manhood. The combined sensation was almost overwhelming, dazing her mind with thoughts of how she's never been bedded like this before. It was forceful, unwanted... Yet she enjoyed it, sinful guilt swirling in her mind as her body was assaulted with pleasure. She looks up at the Conqueror who meets her eyes with a fiery, petrifying gaze, boring into her own as he slams his cock down into her harder now-- the force almost bruising. Brutal, unrestrained strength was all she knew of the man in the brief time they have shared.

The Knight's pace quickens, the thumb at her clit following suit. The Shinobi's breaths hasten, heartbeat accelerating, her brows furrowing as she gets closer to her climax. No... She didn't want to cum under this wretched man-- she refused to let him force it out of her. 

The Samurai shakes her head, trying to jerk her hips away from his assault. This only drove him to bear down on her even more forcefully with a lustful fervor, his balls slapping harshly against her wet womanhood, ruthlessly mating her trapped body.

"Go on, milk my cock, Samurai whore..." he coaxes through gritted teeth, never relenting from harshly rubbing her swollen clit. 

Against her will, she cries out and climaxes around the Conqueror's throbbing manhood, her vision flashing white in ecstasy. Her impossibly suffocating, dripping walls draw out a ragged groan from him as he hilts himself deep inside her to empty his ample, aching balls into her womb once more. He pants out in animalistic growls, head tucked into her shoulder, breathing against her neck as he breeds his battered cellmate for the second time tonight. His pulsating member fills her with hot, thick ropes of his potent seed, coating her awaiting womb once more. 

Her cheeks are wet with tears as she trembles, rendered oversensitive from the ordeal. His semen is warm and sticky inside her, mixing with her own arousal as their shared prison cell began to smell of sex. If the Shinobi was not pregnant by now, her captor would ensure that she was by morning.

With a spent groan, he withdraws from her inviting tunnel, manhood bouncing slightly. His white seed drips from her pussy, down her rear and onto the linens. He briefly wondered how much cum she could take, filled to the brim. Past the brim, past capacity... Again and again, his little Shinobi woman pumped full of his semen whenever he wanted. Whenever he desired her, whenever thoughts of her sweet moans tortured his wandering mind.

The Conqueror had half a mind to break out of their claustrophobic cell and steal her away to keep as his own. He releases his hold on her legs, the Samurai's soft skin left reddened in the wake of his unforgiving grip as he leans back, resting on his heels-- mulling over the thought. His gaze wanders about their surroundings, eventually drifting to the prison cell door. Its hinges looked sturdy, all three kept in good condition despite the old keep and inner cell itself. Deliberately made impenetrable to those imprisoned that dared to consider escape, furrowing his brow. 

...Until he finds his eyes are drawn to the padlock hanging at the outer part of the barred door. To the little chip marring the curved shackle of the otherwise impenetrable lock. That vital little imperfection, that small remnant of damage that was all the loathsome Knight would need. It would break upon a forceful blow. All he would need to do now simply would be to apply it. 

Turning back to the incapacitated Shinobi, a dark smirk spreads across his visage. In her mind, it continued to grow, grow and grow, twisting his face into a ghoulish sneer, a cruel entity shedding its human disguise to reveal its true form...