The Badd Lands (Futa, Loli, Barbarian, Enslavement)

Story by MadamNeptune

This is a story I've had rattling around in my imagination for a while now since playing a fair bit of Conan Exiles. The story is based heavily on the setting. The story follows a girl plucked from the seat of noble power and cast in to a lawless land of savagery and barbarians. Will she adapt and find her place in this strange new land surrounded by powerful warrior women, or is she destined to fade away as one of their pets?

The first installment doesn't have much in the way of sex and is more to set the foundations and gauge if the idea is even worth pursuing or not. Hopefully you all enjoy it.

Chapter One: No sex, all story Samira Vaman Aknet, a name that once held weight, a name that held power, wealth, influence, and a name that would one day be destined for great things... once. Now the name was cursed and reviled, a name that would be struck from all records, and be forgotten by the only person whom she truly cared about.

Once she had lived in glorious Luxur, the royal capital of Styiga, and all it's splendor was available to her. Her family were minor nobles, mostly a merchant family that had bought its position through the vast wealth it had accumulated, and the lust for power her forefather had cemented their position.

“With wealth comes the prospects of power, but it is through blood that power is truly attained. Through striking down those who oppose you or forming bonds of blood in marriage is how our family advances.” Was the motto she had grown up hearing.

She was the pride of her father's eye and she adored him, he had drilled in to her the importance of this motto and since she was old enough to reason she knew that her fate would be to one day be married off to a noble to strengthen the bonds and elevate the family. Who knows, one day she might even have been brought in to the harem of one of the Princes to try and manipulate the future ruler to favor her family.

All of that was gone now. She was already considered dead to Stygia. Not only dead but erased and forgotten.

Though her life so far had been short she felt it was already over.

Her mother had been accused of a crime. A crime so heinous that all those of her line were to be purged.

Samira remembered that day. The day soldiers and priests came and delivered the news to her Father. The panic she saw in her Mother's face, though she was but one of her Father's wives in the harem he had built she was his favorite just as Samira herself was his favored daughter.

All was frantic as the soldiers rounded up her and her siblings birthed by her Mother. Some tried to run or hide only to be dragged from the house screaming. Samira herself had been easy to take, she was by her Father's side when the soldiers came and he had handed her over to them, pressing something in to the palm of the soldier who had grabbed her by the arm and whispering to the man. She would never forget how he refused to even look at her as she was pulled away.

Her siblings were being divvied up in to different groups. Some sent towards a caged wagon that the slavers used, some were marked with the paint for ones marked by the priests to be sacrificed to Set, and some were sent to wait near a block as a man sharpened a blade.

For Samira, and her oldest sister, she was pulled aside and a strange golden bracelet with a green gem was fixed on to her arm. “Remove it and it will kill you.” The man who put the bracelet on her told her. “It” struck her as odd, she heard him say “It” not “He”.

The last sight she saw of her home, and family, was her Mother being strangled by a silken cord by the priests as her Father continued to refuse to look at any of them as he returned in to the house.

She would never forget that sight of him.

Samira and her oldest Sister were dragged to a wagon and then put inside and locked inside. Both had sobbed for a time but Samira found herself soon out of tears to cry. She sat in the corner of the wagon while her sister wailed and clawed at the wooden walls for days uncountable.

They were only let out on occasion for food and drink and to relieve themselves. Her sister had tried to escape once and was quickly chased down. The soldier, now guard, that her father had pressed something in to the man's hand had simply put her back in the wagon.

“Cover your ears, and don't ever try to run like she did.” He warned her.

Even though she covered her ears she could hear her sister screaming for most of the night until Samira couldn't hold her head up anymore.

The next day her sister was in her own corner of the wagon. She could see that her sister no longer wailed or cried, she just sat there staring off in to the nothingness. And the bitter rage that was taking hold in Samira's heart grew stronger. She wasn't sure what had happened to her Sister but she hated her, Samira felt that

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