When he'd regained consciousness, Kyrinn had found himself already shackled.  He sat up to find find other survivors from the Yornaland Army being herded to the little hill on which he sat.  All around them, other survivors, the badly injured, were being run through with swords and spears.

It took him a long while to recall just what had happened.  He'd killed or critically wounded two dozen men during the opening minutes of the battle.  Then a mounted Westmoreland soldier rode his 1500 pound horse into Kyrinn's 250 pound muscular mass.  The momentum of the collision had sent the warrior flying through the air, across the ground, and into unconsciousness.

And now here he was, one of the defeated.  Despite the metal clamps and chains about his ankles, Kyrinn was considering escape options. It was then that [url=https://i.imgur.com/ZR9Un7A.jpg?1]Lady Tanna of Westmoreland[/url] arrived.  She spoke to an officer, then caught sight of Kyrinn watching her.  He knew he should have lowered his eyes yet didn't.  She pointed right at Kyrinn and ordered him brought to her quarters.  

He was certain she was going to execute him, possibly as an example to other Yornoland soldiers, possibly just for her own entertainment.  His execution might be preceded by torture, even castration.  Either way, he wouldn't reach the slave markets to the south.  Ironically, Kyrinn saw that acceptable.  Slavery was the ultimate defeat for a man such as him.

He didn't make it easy for the Westmoreland soldiers.  His ankles had been shackled, but his hands had still been free.  He broke one soldier's arm and many bones in another's face.  He would have continued his resistance if the Westmoreland Lieutenant hadn't run his sword through the gut of another Yornoland survivor, then a second as Kyrinn protested with choice profanity.  A second soldier was run through before the officer stated, "I can do this all day long."

After that, Kyrinn went along and got along.  He was stripped, washed by slaves, dressed in deer hide skin, and delivered to Tanna's tent. She inspected him not unlike he often did brothel whores before a night of pleasure.  He wondered if his [i]torture[/i] might include shoving his cock in and out of Tanna for a couple of hours; Noble and Royal women often [i]made use[/i] of enemy soldiers in that way before having them castrated and/or executed.  Kyrinn was okay with that, actually.  So was his cock, apparently, as it began filling with blood beneath the deer hide.

For a moment, when he felt cold still against his cock and balls, Tyrinn became convinced that he wouldn't be partaking of the beautiful woman after all.  Then he found himself shackled and being told that he would be her celebration's entertainment.  Kyrinn didn't know whether to be happy about that or not.

When she asked his name, he initially remained silent.  But the Lieutenant brought a powerfully swung fist down into his kidneys, then again, and finally a third time.  Once he recovered, he murmured, "Kyrinn.  Kyrinn of Baylon Bay."