He claims her.

Feeling more full and more drunk than she'd even been, Zoria's head was swimming. In fact, this was the first time she'd ever had wine.

Her captor, whose name, if he had one, was still unknown to her, watched her carefully. She had learned eat, drink, meat, and wine quickly enough, but now she had to learn the other thing he took her for. Pointing over to the pile of furs, he told her the word.

Moving slowly, she turned to look. "Hm? That? Furs? Bed?" she guessed, swaying slightly in place, with a small drunken smile on her face. "Okay. I'll go to sleep now. Good night," she yawned, stretching her arms over her head. Stumbling over, she curled up comfortably on them and quickly began to snore softly.

Grunting, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. Getting off the ground, he removed what little clothing he wore, walked over to his bed, and squatted near her head. He smacked her cheek a few times, with much less **** than he did before, telling her to wake up. Grumbling, Zoria slowly opened her eyes, and when she saw what was in front of her, she became immediately awake and sober.

She had seen the thing that was dangling from between his legs before, but even the largest horse couldn't compare to his. It was about as long as her forearm, and the end of it looked about the size of her fist. Pointing directly at it, and then to her, her captor repeated the word. Her blood went cold and she shook her head. "No, no, nonononono," she protested, scrambling to her feet and backing away from him.

Frowning, he stood up to his full height, and jabbed at the furs, saying it again.

From the flicker of fire coming in from the side, Zoria realized that she was closer to the exit than he was. She turned and ran straight for it, when the rope around her ankle went taut, and sent her crashing onto the ground. Shaking the stars from her eyes, she saw that he had stomped on it, and was now dragging her back towards him.

With hardly any effort, he threw her face first onto the furs, before flipping her dress' skirt up. She tried scrambling away again, but he had his hand firmly gripped around her ankle, keeping her in place. In a last ditch effort, she spun around and drove her heel right into his chin, before yelping out in pain. It felt as if she had just kicked a tree.

His head rolled forwards and he broke out in a wide grin. He nodded approvingly at her attempt, before grabbing both of her knees and pushing them apart, tearing her dress open. She tried to hide her nethers from him with her hands, but he grabbed them before she could. Pinning one leg down with his, he spit on his free hand and stroked himself firm, before taking aim at his target, and saying the word again.

"No, no, please, not that," Zoria begged, shaking her head and squirming as he drew closer. "I'll do anything but that. Stop. Please. Don't. Don't. Don-AIIEEE!!!" Tears flowed freely down her crying face. The pain of having him splitting her wide open as he **** his turgid member deep inside of her, was nothing compared to the agony of having her future and innocence taken away from her by this monster.

He, on the other hand, let out a deep rumbling growl of satisfaction. She was tighter than any other female he'd had before, and seemed like she was sucking him back in every time he moved. Grabbing her head, he made her look at where they were joined, and said the word yet again, before making her look at him. With a grunt and a jostle, he urged at her to say it too.

She mumbled it back to him, her mind unable to focus on anything but the pain. But it seemed to have appeased him.

Nodding, he snorted loudly. Fixing his grip on her hip, he thrusted hard and quickly into her, grunting the word over and over, forcing her to remember what it meant.

Completely powerless and her senses overwhelmed, Zoria felt her body go numb as he violated her, his voice becoming a dull echo in her ear. All that she knew, was his thing spearing her insides over and over again. Even when he roared and filled her up with his seed, she did not respond.

With another low growl, her captor pulled free from her and rolled over onto his side, before dragging some loose furs over them both, and went to sleep.

His snores drowned out the sound of her cries of anguish.