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~ Consequences of Spying ~

Spy Warrior ^ Enemy Warrior(dom) ~Consequences of Spying~ After almost a year undercover she is finally discovered and punished.(She is passed around the camp for everyones use) or (She is taken by a high ranking officer for his personal use.) (Maybe at some point she is raped by male slaves or the war animals as a show for the soldiers entertainment)





Fetishes
Consensual Sex... Rape... Rough Sex... Anal... Cervix Penetration... Female Virgin... Hot Dogging... Tit Fucking... Doggy Style... Cum... Egg Laying... Pregnancy... Impregnation... Orgasm Denial(receiving)... Gang Rape... M/F/M... Double Penetration... Yaoi... Yaoi Rape... Brother/Brother Incest... Cousin/Cousin Incest... Brother/Sister Incest... Brother/Sister/Brother Incest... Necrophilia... Human/Her/Creature... Tentacles(receiving)... Bestiality(horse, canine, snake, dragon, wild cats)(receiving)... Cross Dressing(receiving)... Chains(giving/receiving)... Whips(giving/receiving)... Bondage(giving/receiving)... Torture(giving/receiving)... Humiliation... Violence(giving/receiving)... Sexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Nonsexual Pain(giving/receiving)... Abuse(giving/receiving)... Broken Bones(giving/receiving)... Shoulder/Arm/Wrist Injury(giving/receiving)... Rib Injury(giving/receiving)... Knee Injury(giving/receiving)... Jaw Injury(giving/receiving)... Bloodplay(giving/receiving)... Burns (giving/receiving)... Nails(giving)... Biting(giving/receiving)... Oral(giving)...Deep Throating(receiving)... Hair Pulling(giving/receiving)... Breath Control(giving/receiving)... Modern Setting... Fantasy Setting...~~~ Ask about any not mentioned ~~~

It was a short while after dawn, even so the camp would not be packed for at least another hour or more. Battle was not for another two days, reports kept pouring in about the enemies movement and our own troops. Tomorrow the rest of the army would catch up but for the time the camp consisted of just the scouting party.
Amaya has been awake long enough to get breakfast and return to her own tent. She owned little so there was little to worry about packing. Her bag sat next to the door since the night before. The only table in the tent had her few daggers and sword laid out. The days before battle always seemed the slowest and waiting or any movement took a life time.
Her leather armor still hung on the chair, waiting for her to put it on. Normally she would not leave her tent without it. It served as a constant reminder of her status as a warrior not a camp whore. She knew it was important that her fellow warriors saw her status, else she would be in a constant fight to prove herself again. There were many women in camp but most of them where whores or feather beds for the men. Women warriors were not popular with the army.
The sound of her tent flap opening drew her attention from the ground to the doorway. The man who walked in is ranked sufficiently for her to bother to stand up at his entrance. He waved her to have a seat again but something about his presence here made her choose to continue to stand. At 5'7 she was not short for a woman, but almost everyman in camp towered over her by several inches. When she could, she liked to stand if someone was talking to her, least that way she did not have to look so far up.
Kyros might very well be the most important man in camp, second only to General Dathan. He seemed to note her choice to stand but made no comment to ease her anxiety at his presence. The way he looked away from her and to where her weapons still laid made her wary. It made her wish she had bothered with putting on her armor. Then his first words made her heart stop.
"Eglath or Valerie?"
Amaya doubted if he really cared which one, the look on her face was enough to confirm that she was a spy. The words were well known in the camp, both were the enemy. When she failed to answer he simply nodded his head in acceptance though he looked surprised. Maybe because she did not bother to try and deny or make penance. No doubt anyone valuing their life would have begged for their life. Amaya knew better though.
She waited another minute watching him before she made a dash for the door. Pushing the flap open her only thought was escape. She did not manage to clear the door way before his arms closed around her waist dragging her back inside. Amaya hit the ground hard as he flung her down. The look on his face actually showed surprise when she moved into a crouching position. He actually laughed softly, she took that opportunity to make her move.
Her backhand did little but to get his attention, and in which he returned her backhand with one of his own. The blow had enough force behind it to make her stumble backwards. The table crashed under her weight and she went down on the broken splinters as her daggers scattered everywhere. She tried to blink past the pain as he grabbed a handful of her hair to pull her up. He acted like he was going to back hand her again but she did not give him the chance. Her hand went to his boot, pulling out his dagger.
The angle was wrong when she came up and she only nicked his arm but it saved her momentarily from another blow. Scrambling backward she was trying to come to her feet when he reached out for her. She did not have time to bring the dagger up again. In the next moment he was dragging her to her feet. Desperate she kneed him in the groin, his only hesitation was to flinch. It wasn't enough for her to break his hold. For the second time she found herself moving through the air.
She felt the tent flap slip past her just before she hit the ground and rolled to a stop. Her brain was telling her body to get up, to move, but her body was reluctant to follow the directions. By time she managed to get to her knees Kyros was coming out of the tent. Amaya was on her feet before he was close to her, but she had a feeling she would not be staying upright. It wasn't Kyros that reached her first.
For a moment she did not recognize who grabbed her around the chest, pinning her arms to her side. Reflexes took over and she kicked backward into the knee of the man. There was a audible crack and the man screamed as he let her go. She was reaching for the dagger in in his belt as Kyros was moving toward her. She had just a moment to think this is going to hurt, she did not remember hitting the ground.
Amaya woke to some one softly calling her name. She moaned softly in pain as she tired to roll on to her side. Her mind was a little fuzzy, it wasn't like her to need a wake up call in the morning. A boot in the ribs made her eyes fly open and her memory come back in a sudden flash. Her arms moved to try and protect her ribs. Around her she could hear several men laughing.
"Not so tough now, are ya little bitch."
It took her two tries before she finally could find the breath to reply. "You must be so strong for kicking someone while their on the ground."
That earned her another boot in the ribs. She flinched hearing footsteps coming up next to her, she waited to feel pain.
"Dakkar do you think you can manage to get her strung up without getting your ass kicked again?"