“Are you sure about this? We have many exotic and much more pliable women available Count Hestess.” The jovial fat man said as he walked alongside me as I strode down the darkened passageway. “This one…well, she has been trouble from the start, nearly breaking one of my best man’s arms as he attempted to corral her into the very cell she now resides in. While it is true that her kind is rare this far south, and she is in fact a rarified beauty as well, I worry that her attitude is a bit too harsh for the type of service that you are looking for.”

The man drones on about the dangers of being near you and how he had much better, certainly much more expensive wares to offer. But none of that mattered. Since I was a boy I had grown up on tales of the mighty barbarians of the North and their battle prowess. I would read books to learn as much as I could, and then, when it had come time to play with my friends as a young lad, I had always stated that I would be one of the great Northern Barbarians, and everyone else would call me the enemy and it would always turn into a huge fight. I won some and lost some. It was a young boys’ game after all.

Another door opens, and I find my heart beating a bit faster as step into the dark, wet passageway, the sound of water dripping off in the distance somewhere accompanied by the sound of the flickering flames of the torches.

“She’s just there, in that cell. We’ve had to chain her up securely to keep everyone safe.” He grinned as he came to a stop and proudly lifted a hand in your direction. I gasped as I stared down at you, kneeling in the cell before me. There was a collar around your neck, manacles on each wrist and ankle and chains so short that you were forced into your current position and unable to move in almost any other way. I almost winced thinking about how achy your muscles must be if you had been here for any amount of time.

“Does she have a name?” I ask, almost excitedly, like a boy in a candy shop. I understood the dangers, but I simply did not care. You were magnificent. Muscles seemed to be carved into your diminutive form, and there was an exotic tinge to you that made me shudder at finally seeing one of your kind for the first time. It was like a boy meeting his hero, although that wasn’t quit ethe right way to describe a man looking to buy a slave for his travels.

“If she does she hasn’t shared it.” The man said but did not get any nearer to the cell. “She is a beauty, I will give her that, and you won’t find another of her clan within a thousand miles of Caspar City. She is rare and magnificent.” The man was trying to work up the price now, pointing out only how rare you were, not that he was wrong, and how beautiful you were, which was not wrong either.

“I’ll take her.” I said easily, reaching into a pocket in my cloak and withdrawing a pouch that clinked heavily with coins. I tossed it to the man and watched him fumble with it for a moment as he spoke.

“Uhm, we have not even..ugh…discussed price yet.” He said as he finally grasped hold fo the pouch and opened it, his eyes going wide at the contents. It was enough to buy his entire inventory, likely, but I didn’t want to haggle over a prize I had sought for many years. “O-of course Count Hestess. We will clean her up and-“

“No. I will take her with me. Now. That should cover any possible damages to your staff.” I say, never once taking my eyes off of you. “Get her up and I’ll take her with me.” I wait as the man motions to his staff who search quickly for the keys and then rush into the cell, undoing only the chain that locked your collar to your ankle manacles, allowing you to stand once more. I watch as you are forced to your feet and I am in awe as our eyes meet. Without a word I turn and exit the cell, making my way back to my carriage outside and watch as you are hauled in and set on the seat opposite me. All around the sounds of the slave pit were disgusting and loud, but to me none of it existed as I stared across the carriage at your naked form on display for me, your chains, manacles and collar the only items that adorned you.

As the carriage got to moving, I could not take my eyes off of you, and I scanned each and every inch of what I could see, wishing it would not be in poor form to ask you to turn around. So instead, I decided that it was time to let you in on what was going on.

“My name is Vincent Hestess, Count of Westmoore, and I am going on a very long journey. I have purchased your contract in order to have you accompany me. Your people are fierce fighters, and if I am honest, I have always been fascinated with tales of your peoples. So, I am indulging myself. When we get home, you will be given a bath and new clothing, and we will sit and speak further on things to allow you to understand what it is that we will be doing. But understand this, you are my slave, and I am your master. You will do as I say and use your skills to protect me, and in return I will give you a life that you have only ever imagined. I am not a harsh master, and can be quite kind if given the chance. However, as you may or may not know, that once someone bears the brand of slave,” And I wave a hand lazily to indicate the mark on your neck, “that it can never be undone. That is the law, and while a count, I can do nothing to change it.”

The wagon turns and I take a moment to regard you cooly, my icy blue eyes taking in your filthy, sweat sheened form. You were pretty under the mess, but there was a fire in your eyes that made mw wonder how things would go.

The slave bran on your neck was a magical device, and upon buying you its power was transferred to me. You could not raise a hand in harm to me, no matter how much you tried. The magic simply wouldn’t allow it. But you could run, could cause trouble in a thousand other ways, and so it was in my best interest to appease you if this partnership was going to work.

“I am leaving to head North in a weeks time. I need someone who knows the territory and who can fight. I am no slouch with a blade, but the North is a dangerous territory and so I need someone that I can count on if things go badly. Where I am going is none of your concern at the moment, only that, if we reach my destination, we will part ways, and I will allow you to go off and do whatever you wish. I only need a guide and a companion. That will include in bed as well, as it is a very long journey, to take at least several months, and after all, I own you so I would make use of your feminine form. I do find it quite, pleasing, after all.” A small smile, and I wonder how much you hated me at the moment. But I felt that starting off with lies would only lead to a poor partnership.

The wagon finally started to slow, and as it did, I opened the curtain to see my estate, the mansion that it held still quite a ways up the driveway.

“So, for now, call me master, and if there is anything other than Barbarian that you wish me to call you, then state it now.”

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So this is a dom/sub story that will hopefully bloom into romance once day. A count has to travel north for mysterious reasons and needs a guide. He has been fascinated with your people for some time and is happy to have you at his side. I see this playing out as a long adventure story where two people slowly grow on each other.

I am open to discussion as to the race of the barbarian woman. Perhaps Orc, or something more anhtro? Werewolf or werebear? Maybe Elf or human even? I am quite open here. This is more about the journey and the relationship between these two.

For Kinks, I would like to see: a dom/sub relationship(at least to start), teasing, adventure, story, plot, slow burn romance, maybe some real hate fucking on your part, a very large cock between my legs, lots of cum, like tons of it, blowjobs, titjobs, no anal or rimming, not really into that. I also enjoy large breasts, small women size wise, but muscles are hot. I have a big being called Daddy kink, but not sure how that would work here, honestly.

Limits include: Sexual gore, underage characters, rimming and anal for this one.

I only RP via Reddit PM’s, so if you prefer another writing location, best to give this a pass. I am not really sure how the response to this will be, as I don’t request aggressive, muscle women that often in my RP’s and the couple people I reach out too seem to not be interested in me. So feel free to give this a try if it interests you!