Zoria puts up a valiant effort.

Skipping to avoid tripping over her feet, Zoria scanned the tent quickly, and dashed towards the spear pole laying by someone's sleeping pile. Picking it up, she swore angrily under her breath when she saw that on the end was a broken tip, instead of a sharp metal blade. But it was still pointy enough that it could buy her even an extra moment. Swinging around, she brandished it at her kidnapper. "Stay back," she snarled, setting her feet and bracing to thrust.

Hrew stepped forward, stopping at the very end of her weapon. He just grinned and chuckled, sounding very amused, before snatching it and yanking it out of her grasp with one hand. Zoria fell forwards with a jerk and landed face-first onto the pile of furs. Hrew looked down and cocked his head, both admiring the view of her backside, and thinking if he should take her first like this, where she belongs, or on her back so that he could watch that haughty face of hers melt as she submitted to his cock. Before that however, she needed to be reminded of her place.

Getting on her hands and knees, Zoria shook her head clear, only to be sent tumbling onto the floor again, her midsection thrumming with pain from Hrew's kick. Coughing and blinking away tears, she clenched at her side before she was lifted up into the air by her hair. Wincing, she clawed and beat furiously at the hand holding her. "Let go of me!" she squirmed, jabbing her fingers at his face, hoping to get him in an eye or up his nose.

Unfortunately, her attacks merely bounced off of his hard forehead, which made him laugh even more. Pinching her face, he dragged his finger down her neck all the way to her side. With a quick jerk, he ripped her dress off of her, before drinking in her naked body. "Nice. Pretty," he smirked, grabbing her breast and squeezing it hard. Zoria grunted from pain and shivered, feeling his hot breath blow across the other. His mouth sealed around it and his tongue lashed at her nipple, before he sucked and pulled away with a pop. He licked his lips greedily, savoring her taste. "Hrew Prize taste good. Now prize taste Hrew," he said, undoing his loin cloth.

Seeing his disgusting prick spring free, Zoria fought back a gag, and saw a chance. The moment he dropped her, she sprung up and drove her fist right into his **** balls. Hrew cried out in agony, and fell to his knees. She scrambled to her feet to get away, but his wild swing caught her in the leg, tripping her up. He grabbed her ankle and spun on the ground, flinging her across the way, where she crashed against the empty weapon rack. She laid there, ears ringing, stunned for a moment before she felt hands on her legs. She tried to close them, but more powerful palms pushed them apart, and Hrew's livid face suddenly appeared over her. His drool splattered over her face as he snarled menacingly at her. "Prize hurt Hrew. Now Hrew punish prize." Pinning one leg down with his own, he lined himself up to take her, to **** her, to break her.

She felt his hot tip press against her entrance and steeled herself, setting her face in an eternal frown. She could not stop him, but she would not give in.

Suddenly, hot dark liquid sprayed onto her body. Above, Hrew screamed as a blade's tip poked through his shoulder. Looming over them, one of his people appeared, panting and sweating, his face a mask of pure demonic rage. Roaring in his face, he twisted the blade so that Hrew could feel it, before dragging him off of Zoria and out of the tent. Seconds after, two of the camp leader's favorite's from his harem of prizes rushed in, covered her in a sheet and bundled her away back to Grok's tent. But though she could not see it, the sounds of carnage and **** followed them all the way there.

The noise seemed to last for hours. The other women attended to her as best they could, but Zoria hardly responded. All she could do was pull the sheet in over her tighter, ashamed to have let someone else seen her naked, and that she was so close to having her life taken away from her again. Then, a large shadow fell over the entrance of the tent, as well as deep and heavy breathing. She didn't even register when the flap opened, and heavy footfalls made their way to her, and hands took her head and shoulders. "Prize?" a familiar voice asked, sounding concerned. "Prize is safe? Prize not hurt?"

She blinked, for the first time in a long time, and saw Grok's face, looking both worried and terrified under a layer of blood. Her lip quivered, and she threw herself onto him. "Grok... Grok..., I was so scared," she cried, holding onto him tightly. "Prize was so scared."

Surprisingly gently, he pat her back. "It okay," he replied softly, "prize safe now. No need scared. Hrew no make trouble any more. But Grok must go." Standing up, he told, as cordially as his language could allow, the other two to watch over her until he came back. They nodded at him and he turned to leave.

Zoria's eyes went wide and she grabbed his hand. "Grok, wait. No. Stay. Please," she begged, pulling on his wrist. "Don't leave me!" The other women had to take her shoulders firmly and pulled her back towards the bed.

Looking over, Grok shook his head morosely. "No, Prize. Grok killed Hrew. Hrew one of the People. Grok must be punished. Camp law." An awkward smile broke out on his face, as he tried to be reassuring. "Grok will be back. Grok promise Zoria," he said, ducking out without another word, deaf to her pleas and cries, trusting that the other two would keep her safe.