The Unholy Captor

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Her heart pounded in her chest as all eyes in this great building were on her. Conversation ceased and the only sound was of the snap of the wood that burned in the great building, helping to keep the air warm.

In the sea of faces she sought out her Master but found it impossible to find him. To her surprise, Eistir stepped towards her, that malicious smile upon her face. Words fell from her lips like poison.

Dúnlaith he wants you to strip naked and displays your body for him…......and to kneel at his feet Dúnlaith with your hands at the nape of your neck, elbows out and your knees spread so he can see all your sweet charms. To see if you will be good enough to become his whore Dúnlaith.

Dúnlaith’s eyes went wide as she blushed, a soft cry leaving her lips. There was a chorus of gasps from the other women huddled together in fear. It was as if her world turned upside down again. She closed her eyes and quickly prayed God’s forgiveness before slowly pulling the simple brown shift over her head. All she wore was the collar around her neck and the leash that was attached. The thin leather leash hung down her bare back as slowly and with as much dignity as possible, she stepped forward. The old man’s eyes bore into her as she slowly knelt at his feet, spreading her knees a bit before her shaky hands lifted to clasp behind her neck. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over to streak down her cheeks.

The sound of Eistir laughter cut through the hall and too late, Dúnlaith realized that she had been made a fool of by the woman. Yet she knew not how to fix things. To get up and return to where her shift lay upon the floor would show dishonor to this apparent king. She could see the King’s eyes looking between her legs to where she was sure the remnants of sex that her Master had with her that very morning probably showed. Her cheeks reddened even more in shame.

She closed her eyes, attempting to blot out the vision of the entire congregation looking at her as she held her position.

 

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Dúnlaith soft emerald green eyes had gone wide and a soft sob escaped her moist ripe lips when Eistir told her what Einar wanted of her. Eric could see those soft tear shimmering eye searching for him imploring him to save her from this latest humiliation and yet her Master did not, could not come to her aid. The young girl stood alone all eyes on her as her fate closed in on her. Slowly Dúnlaith soft emerald green eyes fluttered closed as tears trickled down her flawless cheeks. Her delicate hands gathered the material of her simple brown woolen habit and the helm slowly crept up her shapely legs seductively bearing them to Einar’s lustful gaze. Then Dúnlaith slowly pulled the simple brown shift over her head to stand in all her youthful naked glory before Einar and his court. She wore nothing but the slave collar that her Master had placed around her slender neck, the thin leather leash hung down her bare back. Dúnlaith, with as much dignity as possible, stepped forward. Einar Njord’s cold grey eyes bore into her as she slowly knelt at his feet, spreading her knees a bit before her shaky hands lifted to clasp behind her neck. Tears welled up in Dúnlaith eyes, spilling over to streak down her cheeks.

Eistir’s mocking laughter and the malicious gleam in her dark eyes told Dúnlaith that the girl had once more betrayed her. Yet as she knelt there before Einar Njord, with her firm young breasts thrust out and up as if in offering to the Jarl of Sjonafjoror, her thighs obscenely spread as she displayed all her youthful charms to Him.

“Come here girl!”

Einar commanded Dúnlaith. Eistir once more took a gleeful evil joy in telling her former friend what he wanted;

”He wants you to stand and come to him Dúnlaith and like a good little whore to again place your hands at the nape of your neck.”

Dúnlaith could not know if Eistir was telling her the truth, all she could do was obey. Perhaps if she was a very good girl God would let her Master come for her. As Dúnlaith stood before Einar Njord her hands clasped at the nape of her neck and her legs spread, he reached out a gnarled finger and slipped into her chaste young body.

“My she is so very tight………Eric Far Sight must have a very small cock.”

Laughter filled the mead hall as Einar began to finger fuck Dúnlaith tight little pussy before his court to see just how responsive the little redhead’s ravishing young body was, to see how well Eric had schooled that gorgeous supple young body to pleasure.

 

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The old man spoke and Dúnlaith’s eyes flew open to look at him, trying to read in his look what the foreign words that he spoke failed to tell her. Again, the voice of her own personal serpent sounded behind her. Eistir’s mocking voice delighting in the words that she spoke.

He wants you to stand and come to him Dúnlaith and like a good little whore to again place your hands at the nape of your neck.

Somehow she doubted the words spoken by her kinswoman How was it that after so few days Eistir could understand their language? It was strange how at this moment she wished for her Master to come and save her from this humiliation. Yet once again, only the snap and sizzle of the burning wood could be heard.

With no other recourse left to her, she slowly rose. The man had the look of one that had lived a hard life, his skin almost the look of worn leather. His eyes were cold and hard, with an almost cruel cast to them. She stepped close enough that she could reach out and touch him if she had dared though she knew that to do so would signal her immediate death. All she could really do was as Eistir had told her. Again her shaky hands were clasped behind her neck, naturally lifting her breast as if in offering. She prayed that soon this would be over and her Master would come and take the lead that hung down her back, the strip of leather brushing against her buttocks before lightly settling in the cleft between the two.

The King’s finger was cold and dry as parchment as the bony digit was thrust between her legs and slid up into her. She was scared and her channel was dry. The man made a face and said something out loud and the barbarians laughed. She longed to cry out, to take a dagger and plunge it in the King’s heart, yet she knew that to do so would not be the Christian thing to do. This she too must bear.

With her head held high, hands clasped behind her neck, the old man began to use it as a member, repeatedly plunging it in and out of her. At first it irritated those soft folds, fear seeming to keep her dry. Soon her body began to understand and she felt the pain lessen and the dry became wet as he continued. Deep inside her, his finger seemed to brush against a spot and she gave a gasp, her back arching as her closed eyes tilted up towards the heavens. Again and again he touched it and soon her gasps became audible little cries, her mouth upending and closing as does a fish as it gasps for air upon the shore. The plait of her fiery hair hung heavy down her back to blend with the leash. Each gasp seemed to be accompanied with the flexing of her buttocks so that they appeared to be grasping at the leather leash that nestled between them. And her nipples tightened as her movement thrusted them heavenward almost in offering.

To Dúnlaith, she no longer heard the sounds of the people nor even of the wood burning. She only heard the beat of her heart.

But Eistir heard them, and while she was joyous in the degradation of Dúnlaith, she was jealous of the young woman’s sensual display. Eistir had wanted to get the King’s eye. She had hoped to be chosen by him to belong to him. To become powerful by becoming his favorite. After the number of Vikings that she had lain with, that had deposited their seed within her, she must surely be with child. As must the other women. If she stayed with Lars (for she had managed to wheedle his name from him), she would just be one amongst the other women that would bear a bastard. But if she were to become their King’s favorite...

And though she could not speak their language, she could read desire in men’s eyes. And it worried her. There had to be some way to become the powerful one.

 

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Einar Njord cold unfeeling eyes held Dúnlaith soft eyes as she held her head high. His gnarled finger slid roughly into the gorgeous young body. Oh she was tight, nearly as tight as a virgin. Though he joked at Eric Far Sight having a small cock he knew that no one had taken this ravishing young beauty but Eric. Einar toyed with Dúnlaith he took a perverted joy at seducing her ravishing young body before his assembled court. He savored the way this rare tawny coppered haired beauty responded to his touch as he finger fucked her.
Deep inside her, his finger seemed to brush against a spot and Dúnlaith gave a gasp, her back arching as her eyes fluttered closed, rolled back and tilted up towards the heavens. Again and again he touched it and soon Dúnlaith gasps became audible little cries, her mouth upending and closing as does a fish as it gasps for air upon the shore. The plait of her fiery hair hung heavy down her back to blend with the leash. Each gasp seemed to be accompanied with the flexing of her buttocks so that they appeared to be grasping at the leather leash that nestled between them. And her nipples tightened as her movement thrust them heavenward almost in offering to Einar Njord.

All had faded from Dúnlaith’s consciousness all but the wicked Jarl’s finger that brought the young Irish novice such sinfully forbidden pleasure. Her gorgeous treacherous young body, as if it had a mind of its own, willingly offered its self to Einar. When she came It shook Dúnlaith to her very soul, her orgasm so intense that it drove her to her hands and knees in front of him. Dúnlaith collapsed to lie gasping for breath as she now lay prostate at the Jarl’s feet. Einar Njord grasped the Dúnlaith leash and drew her once more to her hands and knees. One look at his lust crazed eyes told Dúnlaith what he wanted, there was no need for Eistir to tell her what Einar desired, he wanted her now.

At the highest of her arousal Einar Njord took Dúnlaith publicly in front of his court. He slammed into her juicy little pussy and fucked her hard, demanding all that she had to give and more. Her Master had never taken Dúnlaith his hard before. Einar took the innocent young beauty to the edge of that abyss that promised her suck sinful pleasure, he brought her tittering to the edge, held her there, grasping for that forbidden sinful pleasure only to deny her time and again. Sweet young Dúnlaith would have to plead and beg Einar Njord for what her treacherous young body wanted, she would have to betray her god and her Master. Einar was a master at seduction and Dúnlaith was his latest little victim and play toy.

 

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Over and over his finger probed inside her sex until with a cry the world shook. With a heavy shudder, her body seemed to grab the finger invading her, trying to hold it tight. No longer would her legs hold her upright and the finger slipped out as she collapsed at the old King’s feet, her breath coming out in pants.

As she lay gulping for air, the old king stood over her and she feared what she knew was to be. The look in his eye was one of desire and she knew what he wanted. She had seen that look many times since the invaders had arrived, raping and pillaging the convent and its nuns and novices.

Reaching down, he took hold of the leash and tugged on it until she was on all fours, facing to the right of the raised platform on which was his throne. He was behind her and she feared what was coming. Eistir stepped into view, the evil smile on her lips but hatred in the black-haired woman’s eyes.

Dúnlaith let out a cry as the old man slammed his manhood deep into her sex. Never before had her Master been as brutal as this, save for when her first took her purity. But not this man. Again and again he would thrust into her until she would feel building inside of her that feeling of flying, yet each time the King would stop before she got what her body craved, only to start all over again.

There seemed to be no end to his energy as over and over he plunged deep into her, yet tortured her as he seemed to deny her that release that she so craved.

When had it become a craving? Was it as her Master took her again and again in Mother Superior’s cell, coupling with her until she cried out and her voice echoed against the stone walls? Or was it as he took her on the ship huddled under the blanket, her cries drifting over the constantly churning seas?

She knew not what this man, this old King, wanted. Whereas she took her Master’s purpose for the sex as a means to fill her belly with his child, this King was hard to understand. Was this his form of torture, to show her and the other woman that they had brought here that he was King - Ruler of this land? That they all were here because of his grace? She wanted to scream, to cry out and ask for release, yet this man was King of this strange and brutal country and to do such would mean certain death.

Her mind became a jumble as yet again he stopped just short only to begin once more. Sweat began to roll down her arms as he slammed again and again into her, his bony fingers digging into her hips and waist. Her mouth was open, gasping for air.

She found herself praying to God to give her back to her Master as the light dimmed in the room and with a loud cry, she collapsed at the King’s feet, pale and unconscious.

 

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It was only the second time that Dúnlaith had been taken so publicly. The first time had been when her Master had taken her virginity and had claimed her as his own. Was by this very act Jarl Einar Njord of Sjonafjoror claiming her as his own? He was an old man with sliver in his once blonde hair, surely he was too old to sire children to plant his seed in her belly and have it bloom.

All thoughts about Einar’s age or his abilities vanished as Dúnlaith young supple body grasped for what it desired and yet Einar denied her over and over again until the tawny copper haired beauty was whimpering, moaning and panting in her need to cum to find that blinding hot release that would once more send her soaring to the sinful highest of forbidden pleasure. Her traitorous young body pressed back to meet Einar Njord powerful thrust that set Dúnlaith firm young breasts swaying and jiggling. She was so close and yet so far from grasping what she now so desperately wanted. Yet Dúnlaith could not bring herself to pleaded and beg for what her treacherous gorgeous young body wanted, and if the truth be told what she herself wanted. Dúnlaith could not or would not beg him, and he would not grant her grasping clutching body its desire. Einar fucked his little Irish novice with the tawny copper hair that hung down over her shoulders in a mass of shimmering ringlets. He fucked Dúnlaith until she collapsed spent and exhausted and oblivion claimed her.

Consciousness slowly returned to Dúnlaith. As she linger in that half world between dreams and waking she could feel strong arms around her, could feel the heat of his body against her supple naked flesh. Lips fleetingly brushed hers, seductively calling to her to yield. She felt the tip of his tongue slide over the bow of her parched lips, across the even white row of her teeth demanding entrance into the summer wine sweetness of her chaste young mouth. His mouth claimed hers, his tongue entwined with hers, and the sensual kiss left Dúnlaith breathless as his lips slid from hers, clinging to hers till the last possible moment. Fleeting little kisses traced the line of her jaw, caressed her flawless skin light as the brush of a butterfly’s wing. Down the sensual bow of her slender neck. Those kisses explored the firm contours of her breasts the tip of his tongue circled Dúnlaith’s dusky pink areola until it was a puffy little pillow capped by a throbbing pale pink rosebud nipple. She felt his teeth grip her taunt throbbing nipple, he inhaled deeply bring a cool stream of air across the feverous bud.

He smiled at Dúnlaith’s little mewing of pleasure, each little sensual gasp, seductive sighing moan as he awakened her passions. He bent close to her ear and seductively whispered in perfect Gallic,

“All you have to do is beg for what you desire my sweet little lamb.”

Master’s voice was deeper somehow different yet Dúnlaith stunning young body arched to him silently pleading for what she so desperately wanted.

“Beg my sweet Lamb.”

As Dúnlaith stunning emerald green eyes fluttered open her smoldering gaze held not her Master but Jarl Einar Njord.

 

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The air was cool as it washed over her nude body. At first, it confused her as to where she was, her mind returning to the convent and the peace of the early morning fog, the soft bleat of sheep as they called to one another.

Confusing. Arms gathered her in them and the warmth from the body that drew her close chased away the coolness. Lips briefly touched hers before a tongue sensually licked her upper lip, then across her teeth as if to tease. She opened her mouth to gasp only to have his mouth claim hers. His tongue, strong and commanding, enveloped her senses as the taste of him flooded her mouth, twining with her tongue before retreating. As the kiss ended, his mouth made a fiery trail of passion along her jaw before following the curve of her neck and across her chest until it found her nipple. She gasped as his tongue circled it, teasing it until it ached. His teeth gripped it and her heart pounded within her as the wetted nipple cooled from the rush of air that played over it. She couldn’t help the cry that slipped from her lips, the forbidden longings that it reawakened, as it did each time that he took her - in the cell at the convent, in the courtyard amongst the other women being taken, on the ship under the blanket. Her back arched, accepting the pleasure that she felt.

All you have to do is beg for what you desire my sweet little lamb.

The voice in her ear was different, wrong and yet still her body, as if knowing some great secret that she did not know, continued its pressing towards him as her back arched in desire. More. Please.

Beg my sweet Lamb.

The voice was still wrong and she opened slowly her eyes expecting to see her Master, the one that she had grown accustomed to. Confusion fluttered across her face as the eyes that looked into her eyes was instead those of the old King.

She wanted to cry out, to run away, or even to look for her Master. Strange but now she wanted her Master, her tall strong Viking, longing to be safe with him. She remembered the King’s words. Beg? She was to beg? For freedom? To be taken back home? She stopped. She could never go home. Surely she carried her Master’s child within her belly, as did the other women with her carry a Viking bastard. And soon her belly would grow, telling all that she was no longer pure. That instead, she belonged to a man, so much so that he and now others took their pleasure between her legs. That was what Master had said - her worth was between her legs.

And now this King had cast his eye upon her. Why would he want her? She was sure that Eistir would be happy to service the man. So why her? And he too could speak her language? How could that be?

Beg. The word echoed within her.

“Please, Your Highness. Please give me what my body aches for.” Her voice wavered, unsure of exactly what it was that she needed. Only knowing that she needed it.

 

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“Beg my sweet Lamb.”

As Dúnlaith stunning emerald green eyes fluttered open her smoldering gaze held not her Master but Jarl Einar Njord. Einar could see the flash of emotions in the clear depths of the young redhead’s eyes, confusion, disbelief, longing, revolution, but most of all a smoldering hunger. Oh how this ravishing young beauty would learn to beg. First she must take her first little step into Einar Njord dark world. Einar could see the emerald firry in the depths of those smoldering green eyes, he knew that single command echoed in the corridors of the young novice’s mind, and he knew that the convent had taught the girl to obey, and that Eric had schooled Dúnlaith delicious young body to crave pleasure. He watched as the girl hesitated then her moist rip lips “O”ed and Dúnlaith gasped;

“Please, Your Highness. Please give me what my body aches for.”

“My Lord and Master.”

Einar corrected the tawny copper haired beauty. Then he pressed on.

“Do you want be to fuck you my sweet lamb until you beg me to let you cum, to let you grasp the forbidden and sinful pleasure your body desires my pet?”

Einar Njord would leave no place for the hapless young beauty to hide from him, or from her own sinful desires.

“Braid your hair tightly my sweet lamb, and do not hide your face from me ever girl. I want to see your face as I take you.”

Once Dúnlaith’s hair was braided, and Einar’s cock was fully erect he called the little redheaded novice to him again. As Dúnlaith began to sink gracefully to her hands and knees Einar commanded her to stop. He held out his hands to Dúnlaith, positioned her astride of him, his hands encircling her trim little waist, and the velvet tip of his cock just brushing her hot moist labia. Slowly he loosens his grip on Dúnlaith’s waist and let her own weight slowly impale her on his iron cored cock.

 

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My Lord and Master.

Her lips parted as she nodded her understanding, feeling somewhat traitorous to her original Master. But she realized that she had no say in this. She was merely a thing holding value from the pleasure that her body supplied. It went against the teachings that the nuns had given.

Her answer was soft as she replied. “My Lord and Master.”

The look he gave her showed his evil pleasure and she felt a shiver run through her spine. He then leaned in, his voice like the serpent in the Garden of Eden, a whisper in her ear.

Do you want be to fuck you my sweet lamb until you beg me to let you cum, to let you grasp the forbidden and sinful pleasure your body desires my pet?

“Yes my Lord and Master.” Her voice was soft and fearful.

He used the word that she had never heard until the Vikings arrived and began their rape of the women from the convent. Fuck. Just hearing the word spoken to her, it’s sound echoing through her head, told her that this was hell, where the nature of that sacred between a man and a woman was open and practiced before others. Her eyes looked out to the people still gathered All eyes watched her. The women that she had known all of her life watched her, pity in their eyes and yet the shame in their hearts. She knew for there was shame in her heart as well.

The King spoke and drew her attention back to him, as if he knew the shame that she felt and delighted in it. Her hair had come loose and framed her face with curls, yet instead he commanded to her.

Braid your hair tightly my sweet lamb, and do not hide your face from me ever girl. I want to see your face as I take you.

Yes, no chance to hide her shame. As he climbed to sit upon his throne, she carefully braided her hair, it’s thick curls tamed for a brief time as she stood before the gathered.

Turning back to the King, he sat on his throne, and she noticed that his manhood rise from his lap in anticipation. He called her back to him and she went before him, knowing that she had no choice but he stopped her and decreed that she instead go atop him. Though an old man, it was strong hands that held her by the waist. It was a strong manhood that rose up to point to that space between her legs. Lowering her until she felt its tip pressing against her sex, she held her breath.

As he released his hold on her and she slowly slid down, her eyes closed and a gasp left her lips as that powerful thing filled her till there was no more room inside her. With her back to those gathered, she knew that their view of her showed her nakedness, the braid becoming one with the leash that still hung from the collar placed around her neck by her Master. Her original Master.

Though still new to this sin of sex, Dúnlaith knew enough to know what was expected of her. Her strong legs began to raise her up and let her down, and he began to slide in and out of her. Yet his eyes never left her face.

 

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Einar Njord cold grey eyes shown with lust and a hunger for this ravishing young redheaded beauty, he the wolf and she the innocent lamb to be devoured. He watched as the naked beauty braided her hair as he had commanded. For a moment Dúnlaith stood before Einar’s court in all her youthful naked glory, her sisters from the convent looked on Dúnlaith with tears and pity in their eyes, the Norse looked upon her with a hunger and lust to possess her, and Eistir looked upon her with an unholy hunger for Dúnlaith to match Einar’s. As Dúnlaith finished braiding her wild tawny copper hair Einar saw that hungering lust in Eistir brooding dark eyes as well as the jealousy that the dark beauty harbored for this fair flawless redheaded beauty.

Einar sat upon his throne his manhood rising from his lap like the tall mast of the long ship that had borne Dúnlaith to this land of sin and shame. There was no need for him to repeat the command that the defiled young novice to come to him. Slowly with a sensually fluid and seductive grace Dúnlaith came to him. Einar could see that this gorgeous young Irish beauty thought of him only as an old man, yet it was strong hands that held her by the waist. It was a strong manhood that rose up to point to that space between her legs, lowering her until she felt its tip pressing against her sex, she held her breath. He watched as Dúnlaith stunning green eyes went wide as her own weight slowly bore her down until she was fully impaled on his cock her sweet tender folds pressed to Einar’s groin.

Though still so very innocent and naive, Dúnlaith’s gorgeous supple young body seemed know what was expected of her. The young girl’s strong legs began to raise her up and let her slide down, and Einar’s iron cored cock began to slide in and out of hapless ravishing young beauty. His eyes never left her face he savored each little gasp, sigh and moan that bubbled from the girl’s moist ripe lips. At first he let Dúnlaith set the pace of her impalement, let her supple young body reach for the pleasure it desired and when Einar felt Dúnlaith’s body grasp his cock and gather in on itself he held her suspended , motionless between the heaven that she could almost grasp and the hell of her treacherous young bodies unfulfilled needs and desires.

“Beg my sweet little Lamb for what you want…………beg so that all may hear and know you are mine Dúnlaith.”

It was the first time that Einar Njord had used her name and it was clear what he wanted from her, her complete surrender to his will. He bent close to her ear and whispered.

“Let them know I am your Lord and Master Dúnlaith.”

There were two that watched with wrapped interest Dúnlaith shame and humiliation. Eistir who looked upon her with an unholy hunger, and jealousy. Eric Far Sight who harbored a growing hatred for Jarl Einar Njord of Sjonafjoror. Yet it was not only Jarl Einar Njord that Eric desired to bring low, to taste the sweetness of revenge but also the tawny copper haired beauty that now knelt astride Einar’s lap, giving herself to him, his cock buried deep inside her delicious tight Pussy as she gasped;

“My Lord and Master”

All Dúnlaith had to do was humiliate and shame herself once more and beg Einar for the pleasure she craved and he would grant her sweet little plea. Oh yes he would grant young Dúnlaith the pleasure her supple young body craved and he would fuck her as she had never been fucked in her young sheltered life. Oh yes Einar would grant this stunning tawny copper haired beauty so much pleasure that it would sear her very soul, until she was hopelessly lost in a tidal wave of pleasure that would engulf Dúnlaith body and soul. Oh that was just the beginning of what Jarl Einar Njord of Sjonafjoror had planned for the innocent young redheaded beauty.

 

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As she rode the King’s manhood, she had to block out the knowledge that she was being watched. The nuns that she had grown up with, had known all her life observed her hips roll as the waves on the sea that they had just crossed. They too could hear the cries and moans that slipped from between her lips as she repeated the things that her Master had taught her. She found herself closing her eyes and longing for the one that had her first. The man that had introduced her to this sin. The man that had taken her purity.

Yet, against her will she rode this man’s organ, this King’s pike. This was not her choice. “...what lays between your legs Dúnlaith.” Master’s words echoed in her head. As her Master had said, here was her new Lord and Master taking her payment between her legs. His eyes never seemed to leave her face.

She thought that she was doing as he commanded. Yet as she felt the gathering of that feelings, the feelings of flying, her eyes flew open with confusion filling them. The evil look on the King’s face seemed to look deep into her eyes as the old man’s hands held her still by the waist as he whispered to her.

Beg my sweet little Lamb for what you want…………beg so that all may hear and know you are mine Dúnlaith.

Cold fear filled her. She did not want to be his. She was fairly certain that already she carried the child of her Master within her. It surprised her to realize that it was her first Master that she wanted. Despite that, her understanding was that now she would become the property of yet another man. The King of these people. The man that she would now call her Lord and Master.

And he knew her name. Her real name on his lips. It scared her for this man to know so much about her, to have such an interest in her. But why her? She was a nobody. A nothing.

He released her to once again ride the sea, her body like wave on the water as she headed towards that exultation that she had expected to feel only from God. Yet again he stopped her. Yet again, that serpent‘s voice in her ear.

Let them know I am your Lord and Master Dúnlaith.

In her naivety, she knew not its name. But to her, when her Master would have her in the convent cell, it felt as if she could fly higher and higher, like the birds over the land and sea.

“Please let me fly, my Lord and Master.”

 

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What a wanton little creature this stunning young redheaded beauty was as she rolled her hips to his as she rode his cock. Her delicious young body rising and falling along its length until with each plunging decent sweet young Dúnlaith delicate pussy was grindingly pressed to the Jarl’s groin. She was Eve in the Garden of Paradise, He the serpent, the tempter, his hissed voice wrapping around Dúnlaith’s young soul, bending her will to his; Beg my sweet little Lamb for what you want…………beg so that all may hear and know you are mine Dúnlaith. Yet there was another voice in the young novice’s mind, a voice whose words now seemed to mock her, it was Master’s voice, no Eric’s voice; They care little for you Irish……………. your only value to them………….. is what lays between your legs Dúnlaith. Did he care so little for her? With a sigh of desperation Dúnlaith gasped;

“Please let me fly, my Lord and Master.”

Einar Njord smiled evilly she was his now, publicly acknowledge before his court, as she wildly rode his cock and begged to Fly to cum for him. Einar now granted the gorgeous little Irish novice what she so desperately craved. As he pounded into Dúnlaith needy young body his eye caught Eistir’s eye, he could see the longing in those dark eyes, could see her jealousy of the young beauty that now rode his cock, and he could see desire in them as well, a desire to possess the young redhead beauty. Lars was at Eistir’s ear and whispered,

“The Master has granted his permission for you to take Dúnlaith with him.”

Lars one eye gave Eistir a little nudge to send her on her way and that was all that the dark haired beauty needed.

Eistir waited until the tawny copper headed beauty was lost in her sinful ecstasy before her hands seductively slid up the sensual curves of young Dúnlaith’s torso to cup the redhead’s firm young breasts, to roll, pinch, and tug at Dúnlaith pale pink rose bud nipples until they were hard little peaks that capped puffy dusky pink areolas that throbbed with the girl’s sinful desires. When Einar ripped another soul searing orgasm from his little lamb Eistir’s fingers laced curly into Dúnlaith’s tawny copper hair, she yanked back the girl’s head, Dúnlaith’s back bowed back as Eistir’s lips crushed to Dúnlaith’s sweet mouth in a demanding lover’s kiss.

Dúnlaith was hopelessly caught between her own sinful cravings for the pleasure a man’s body could bring to her, Einar’s cock pounding into her tight chaste young body taking her as none had ever done before, ripping unimagined pleasure from that gorgeous treacherous body of hers and Eistir’s sinful kiss that all she had been taught was so sinful and forbidden and yet………

 

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With her request, he took hold of her hips and began to press up into her, pulling her down hard onto him. This was something that she did not want and yet desired. Harder and harder until his actions lifted her up and she felt as if she were flying, her body twitching and the moan that she fought to keep suppressed seemed to find its way out of her mouth.

With her eyes closed, she hoped that would help to remove her from the fact that all of this was in front of everyone. And though this King was old and yet still strong, she found herself imagining that it was Master instead that was having her in front of everyone. She heard a gasp from behind her, recognizing her friends the nuns. She had seen them repeatedly despoiled by Viking after Viking. Now they were seeing her ravished before what she would imagine was the entire settlement. She tried again to imaging that it was her Master taking her repeatedly before these people. That it was Master’s hands that cupped her breast and pulled upon her nipples, rolling the hard tips between his fingers, though something seemed wrong. As if the hands were too small.

And then yet again he sent her soaring and her voice slipped from between her lips, a keening sound. Strong fingers gripped her hair at its root to bend her back. And yet the member that pounded between her legs continued its attack while she was bent back like some hunter’s bow. Lips pressed hard against her, bruising them, seeming to suck the very breath from her body. The cry of the sisters was audible.

She so hoped to open her eyes and see her Master before her. Instead, the evil eyes of Eistir stared back at her looking deep into her soul. The evilness of the woman frightened her, Eistir’s grip on her hair like iron. She tried to fight it, to fight the darkness that seemed to surround her. Eistir still wore her brown habit and Dúnlaith pressed hard against the woman, trying to push her away.

And through it all the King continued his pushing and thrusting and sending her up and up into the sky. She heard Eistir’s voice in her ear.

“You are whore to My Lord and Master. His to fuck whenever and however he wishes. His whore to fuck You are full of sin, you whore. Scream out your sin, whore! Scream out your sin so that the pious nuns can hear you.”

And once again the King pushed her over the edge and she screamed. “Master, save me!” She cried out for her Master, the one that had first taken her. The one whose child she carried. The one that she loved.

 

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Dúnlaith was impaled on Einar’s cock that filled her gorgeous young body like no man ever had and Eistir forbidden sinful kiss and the dark haired beauty’s knowing hands, hands that knew just how to touch the hapless young redheaded beauty to bring her searing pleasure or pain no matter how Dúnlaith fought her, or her own rising passions. How long the two used her Dúnlaith would never know all she did know was that Einar had ripped orgasm, after orgasm from her until her ravishing young body lay prostrate at his feet glistening in a fine sheen of sweat, and her tawny copper head lulled from side to side until unconsciousness finally granted her release from her torments. Yet Eistir’s words echoed over and over again in Dúnlaith confused young mind. “You are whore to My Lord and Master. His to fuck whenever and however he wishes. “His” whore to fuck you are full of sin, you whore. Scream out your sin, whore! Scream out your sin so that the “pious nuns” can hear you.” and to her shame Dúnlaith had done just that. The young beauty in her torment had called out and begged Eric Master, save me!” but her please had only been answered by Eistir’s wicked laughter as she claimed Dúnlaith moist ripe lips in a Lover’s Kiss again as she mauled the young beauty’s breasts and nipples.

Again as consciousness returned slowly to Dúnlaith as she drifted in that half world between the sleep and waking she could feel warm naked flesh pressed to her naked flesh and as her soft emerald green eyes fluttered open she saw that Einar Njord arm draped possessively over her trim little wait and Eistir dark hungering eye smiling evilly into her own soft eyes.
“Master your little whore is awake.”

As Dúnlaith had lain unconscious and Einar had fucked the dark haired beauty Eistir had told Einar that Dúnlaith had lain with no other man and it was common knowledge that he had made very few demands on her young body, that with the exception of her tight little pussy she was still a virgin in all ways.

“So My little lamb did Eric teach you to please a man with that sweet little mouth of yours.”

Eistir held her breath if Dúnlaith refused or did not please their Lord and Master, he had promised, that she could play with Dúnlaith.

 

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Her plea to her original Master seemed to echo in her head, along with the cackling of Eistir as the woman had gripped her hair and kept her bent backwards. The King’s strong fingers had gripped her hard, keeping her where he could continue his rape of her. Over and over she would cry out as cruel hands would pull and pluck upon her breast, her nipples hard and swollen and sore. Over and over she would cry out for Master to save her, to take her away from this evil. And each time the echo of her dear sisters in this hell would cry out with her. Then all would begin again and each time her energy would fade more.

Before Dúnlaith could cry out yet again for her beloved Master, Eistir’s lips again were crushed to hers, that cruel mouth seeming to suck the very breath from Dúnlaith’s body. The woman’s evil eyes bore straight through her and mocked her, delighting in the fiery-haired woman’s pain. Dúnlaith’s hands reached out blindly for her Viking, wild frantic hands clawing the air until the young woman went limp and she passed out. She did not feel anything as Einar came to fill her with his seed, nor did she see the triumphant looks that passed between the old man and the young black-haired beauty. She had no knowledge as she was lifted and carried unconscious from the Great House, Eistir walking behind them pleased that she had caught the eye of this “King” But Eistir had power, for she knew their names. Lars had told her them, with the understanding that at a future date, a favor may be asked in return. She knew Lars. She knew Einar, though she knew better that to call the man by that name. She even knew Eric’s name.

Dúnlaith did not see as her friends were divided up, each man taking that one he wanted until none were left. Nor did she see to which home she was carried, to be laid among the finery befitting a Jarl.

She did not know that while she slept, Einar fucked his other prize, finding in her a kindred spirit and a wealth of knowledge about the fiery-haired beauty that warmed his bed. Eistir could see that the man was pleased when she informed him that Eric had only taken that Whore one way. Whereas, the rest of the women had had every hole fucked numerous times, and on occasion, all three fucked at the same time.

As her new Master fucked her, she looked forward to personally seeing the meek whore take it up the ass or down her throat. It was only fair.

Once he had filled her with his seed, he collapsed beside the sleeping Dúnlaith, his arm thrown possessively over the woman. Eistir noticed the slight swell of the woman’s body. She too had a similar swell, as did most of the women from the convent. The unmistakable sign that a baby grew within. And while none of the women knew just who the father of their child might be, all knew that Dúnlaith’s baby could have only one father. Eric Far Sight. And she hated Dúnlaith for that. Yet the attack of these invaders had freed her from being forced to become a nun. Eistir smiled at her good fortune and noticed the sleeping whore stirred.

Master your little whore is awake.

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Vaguely Dúnlaith heard a voice that she recognized. Her body felt sore and she was tired yet she could feel the heaviness of a bare arm against her bare skin. She slowly opened her eyes to find that the arm across her waist belonged to the King that had tortured her before the gathered people. And Eistir glared at her, such a different woman from the one that she had known before the invaders.

His arm rested protectively across her nude body, fingers stroking her skin as one would pet a dog. The serpent spoke.

So My little lamb did Eric teach you to please a man with that sweet little mouth of yours.

Eric! Her Master’s name was Eric. Eric! Yet she sought to hid her elation at just knowing his name. Now, here was this King wanting to know if her Master, her Eric, had used her mouth on his manhood.

“No, My Lord and Master. He never taught me how to use my mouth.”

 

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“It is high time that you learned then my sweet lamb.”

He then turned to the dark haired beauty.

“You will instruct our sweet lamb on how to please a man with her mouth for I am sure that Lars one eye has used that pretty little mouth of yours Imp.”

As he spoke Einar cupped Eistir’s chin and let his thumb slide across the bow of the dark haired beauty’s lips. He turned to the sweet innocent redheaded beauty.

“Show me how you kissed Eric.”

He commanded Dúnlaith. As the tawny copper headed beauty turned to face him he shook his head No.

“Kiss the little dark haired Imp sweet little lamb let her savor the sweetness of your mouth.”

Einar paused for a moment then sternly added.

“If you do not please me the way you kiss her little lamb I shall give you to her to play with for a while.”

Once again Eistir’s eyes glowed with an unholy hunger for the chaste little redheaded lamb.

“ Kiss her Dúnlaith as if she were your lover!”

Einar had left Dúnlaith with little choice, either yield to his will or become Eistir’s sexual play toy for god knows how long. Einar did love forcing Dúnlaith into this devil’s choice.

 

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It is high time that you learned then my sweet lamb.

Would this hell ever end? She watched him turn to Eistir.

You will instruct our sweet lamb on how to please a man with her mouth for I am sure that Lars one eye has used that pretty little mouth of yours Imp.

Lars one eye. That must be the man with the rheumy eye. She was learning. Gaining knowledge.

Show me how you kissed Eric.

He wanted her to kiss him? It was not something that she wanted to do. But she had no choice. After all, she supposed that he had already done worse to her.

As she turned to kiss him, the old man shook his head and pointed to Eistir.

Kiss the little dark haired Imp sweet little lamb let her savor the sweetness of your mouth. If you do not please me the way you kiss her little lamb I shall give you to her to play with for a while. Kiss her Dúnlaith as if she were your lover!

Shock showed on her face and in her eyes. Kiss Eistir! It was terrible that the woman had kissed her in such an intimate way already. And before all those people. She could not do it! It was not right! Eistir could not be kissed as a lover.

It was just the thought of it that made her cringe and while the old King lay there watching her, she glance at Eistir, finding the woman evilly grinning at her.

She gave a quick shake of her head as tears rolled from her eyes. With her mouth closed, she leaned in to the woman and gave her a quick peck on Eistir’s lips before she pulled back to bow her head in shame. This could not be right!

 

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Einar savored the shock, revolution that he saw in the young chaste beauty’s stunningly express soft green eyes. It was a sin, Einar Njord could almost read the innocent young Irish novices thoughts, A woman could not take a woman as a lover it was forbidden, impossible and yet her new master was demanding that she kiss Eistir in that most intimate fashion. Einar Njord was not the only one that saw the flash of emotion in those expressive green eyes. Eistir smiled wickedly for she knew that sweet chaste Dúnlaith could never bring herself to kiss her in that most erotic way. Eistir only smiled wickedly as the girl hesitated, Oh the things she was going to do to Dúnlaith once she had failed to please her new Lord and Master. Einar Njord was also sure his little Lamb would fail and was anxious to see what the dark haired imp had in mind for the girl.

Dúnlaith gave a quick shake of her head as tears rolled down her flawless cheeks and her soft green shimmered with her yet unshed tears at this latest shameful humiliation.. With her mouth closed, she leaned in to the woman and gave her a quick peck on Eistir’s lips before she pulled back to bow her head in shame. This could not be right! Both Einar and Eistir could read that look in Dúnlaith tear shimmering eyes.

“Did her kiss please you My Lord and Master?”

The little dark haired imp asked in a little lost schoolgirl voice that did little to hide the malicious gleam in her dark brooding eyes.

“No it did not.”

”Then she is mine to play with to amuse you Lord?”

Nor could Eistir hide the glee in her voice at the prospect of having Dúnlaith at her mercy.

” Lord call your guards and have your sweet little lamb bound spread eagled to your bed.”

“Reach out your arms above your head Dúnlaith and spread your legs wide……….”

He had called her by her Christian name his voice stern like Father confessors at the convent when she had confessed her innocent young transgressions.

“………..or I shall indeed call my guards to bind you and if I do then they can take their pay for it from your sweet young body girl.”

 

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As she waited she had seen the look upon Eistir’s face at the quick kiss that she had given. As it was, she was already headed for hell. Despite it not being her choice, she had relations with a man without the sanctions of marriage. And because of that, she was with child, still outside of marriage. Such was true for probably the majority of the women from the convent. Probably Eistir herself was in the same condition. What she could not understand was why the woman had turned evil. Had the devil always been inside her, waiting for something or someone to release it?

Did her kiss please you My Lord and Master?

The mocking voice seemed to delight in the question that it asked.

“No it did not.”

”Then she is mine to play with to amuse you Lord? Lord call your guards and have your sweet little lamb bound spread eagled to your bed.”

Those unshed tears that filled her eyes spilled over to run down her cheeks. She looked at Eistir, her one time friend and now her tormentor.

“Why?” She asked but the woman did not answer. Instead, the old King answered her.

Reach out your arms above your head Dúnlaith and spread your legs wide……..or I shall indeed call my guards to bind you and if I do then they can take their pay for it from your sweet young body girl.

There was no way to stop the shaking as slowly she lay back down upon the bed. Perhaps there was no use in praying that her Viking would rescue her. Eric. Eric had probably already chosen one of the other women to warm his bed.

Nevertheless, she raised her arms over her head and spread her legs wide. She could feel the stickiness between her thighs, and knew that it must be his seed from earlier when the old king had her.

Fear caused the young woman to lay there, wondering just what Eistir had planned for her. The poor woman began to shake, her jaw trembling from the sense of foreboding that filled her. There was no hope for her. Perhaps Shillie had been correct when she threw herself off the ship for no longer could these Vikings torture her. Not so with Dúnlaith. And Margreg. And Anthia. And the other young women that had arrived on the two boats from Northern Ui Neill. It would seem that their hell on Earth continued.

 

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Those unshed tears that filled her eyes spilled over to run down her cheeks. She looked at Eistir, her one time friend and now her tormentor.

“Why?”

Dúnlaith raised her arms over her head and spread her legs wide as Einar Njord had commanded. The hapless young beauty could feel the stickiness between her thighs, her shame, and the proof that she had thrown back her head and screamed her sinful ecstasy for all of Einar’s court to see and hear . In her heart of hearts Dúnlaith knew that it must be his seed from earlier when the old king had her so publicly.

Eistir saw the fear of the unknown in Dúnlaith tear shimmering emerald eyes. She savored that delicious fear as she took the girl's wrist, looped a silken cord around it and tied the silken cord off to the bed post of Einar’s massive bed, a bed that could accommodate at least four couples. Soon Dúnlaith other wrist was tied off her arms starched wide over her tawny copper head. It did not take Eistir long to capture Dúnlaith’s trim little ankles, spread her legs wide and tide off. The hapless young beauty’s gorgeous young body was stretched tight as a bowstring. Eistir loved how the little redhead’s firm young breasts were thrust out and up as if in offering to the wicked pair. Eistir placed two pillows under the small of Dúnlaith’s back tilting her hips up offering her delicious little pussy as well. The dark haired imp whispered to Einar and he ordered his servants to bring what the dark beauty desired. Eistir smiled into the bound young beauty’s eyes as she sensually lathered the sparse copper fleece.

“Sweet little lambs need to be shorn of their fleece.”

Dúnlaith felt the cold unyielding razor pressed to her Venous Mons, heard it rasp across her silken skin. Each pass of the razor left nothing but bare skin in its wake. Soon there was not a single tawny copper hair left to hide Dúnlaith charms from their hungering eyes, the bound chaste young beauty was as naked as the day she was born. The dark haired imp leaned forward and placed a fleeting chaste kiss to Dúnlaith’s shaven pussy.

“See how delicate she is Master, how sweet.”

Eistir was at the foot of Einar’s bed, she crawled between Dúnlaith’s wide spread legs and slowly began to kiss and lick her way up the bound beauty’s long sculptured legs until her hot moist breath washed over Dúnlaith’s naked folds. The dark imp just smiled up into her bound victims’ eyes. The dark beauty lowered her head then gave the little hollow where Dúnlaith’s hip and thigh met a little lover’s nip. Kisses as soft as the brush of a butterfly’s wing floated up the sensual curves of the bound beauty. Those kisses explored the firm contours of Dúnlaith’s breasts. The tip of her little pink tongue lazily circling Dúnlaith’s dusky pink areolas until they were puffy little pillows capped by pale pink throbbing nipples. Those seductively maddening kisses floated up the sensual bow of the girl’s throat, to brush Dúnlaith’s moist ripe lips in a fleeting teasing kiss. Those sweet little teasing butterfly kisses floated back down her stunning young body, across the quivering plain of Dúnlaith’s abdomen, her hot moist breath once more washing across the trapped young beauty’s shaven pussy. Again Eistir’s dark brooding eyes met her victim’s tear shimmering eyes. Eistir held Dúnlaith’s gaze as her head lowered, her thumbs spreading the girl’s labia as Eistir’s little pink tongue snaked out to taste her bound Lover for the first time.

Oh how Eistir would make Dúnlaith beg for more, oh how she would savor the little chaste redhead’s fall from grace.

 

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She shook as Eistir made a great show of wrapping some soft cord around her wrist before tying the other end to a nearby corner of the bed. The woman did the same thing to her other wrist and thoughts of Jesus on the cross ran through her mind.

With no chance of running, Eistir set about tying off Dúnlaith’s legs, with a similar soft cord tied around an ankle before tying the other end to the bed. As if tied to the four corner of the Earth. Eistir was apparently pleased with what she had done so far, and she then tucked several pillows under her hips so that they were thrust up and out, making Dúnlaith a cruel display of sex.

Even the King stood watching Eistir work. Fear gripped her as the two whispered back and forth before the old king told his men to do whatever Eistir told them to do. She wanted to scream but that would bring her no aid. That would not stop this.

She eyed the dark-haired woman as she lathered the fiery hair that guarded her sex.

Sweet little lambs need to be shorn of their fleece.

How like the woman to mock her with a reference to the sheep that she once cared for. But she did not understand why Eistir began to cut her pubic hair. It made no sense. The razor scared her, making its scratchy sound as little by little that hair was removed until only bare skin was to be found between her legs.

Those evil lips of hers sneered at Dúnlaith before bending over to kiss the newly bared skin. Dúnlaith was horrified. It was truly the devil that had tied her up.

See how delicate she is Master, how sweet.

As the horror unfolded between her legs, Dúnlaith tried to remember a prayer to pray for strength. Her mind was blank. Instead, all she could do was to watch as Eistir licked and kissed her way up Dúnlaith’s body. This was wrong. Quite against her will, her body would twitch and jerk. Her skin seemed suddenly very sensitive, finding even Eistir’s breath seemingly just irritating.

This was wrong! It was too much a sin! Her tongue upon her nipples, teasing causing such sounds to drift from Dúnlaith’s mouth that she blushed in shame. She felt her nipples ache in response, her back arching what little it could as if to offer her body to the woman that tortured it.

Until once again that traitorous mouth would kiss and lick its way back down her body, as if not wanting to overlook one bit of skin. Until once again her hot breath breathed upon that unguarded spot.

Tears filled her eyes and Dúnlaith prayed to a God that must have washed his hands off her. Those delicate fingertips parted her feminine folds. Then in horror, she saw Eistir’s pink tongue snake out and she thought that she had been struck by lightening when it touch.

With a gasp, she began to twitch at the young woman’s actions. Tears ran down her temples to wet the bedding below her. Why were they doing this to her? Because he was a king and could do whatever he wished.

Oh how she wished that Eric could rescue her. Instead, he had disappeared amongst the crowd, left her to fight for herself. Had planted this baby within her and would probably do the same to yet another captive.

Tears flowed harder from her eyes and she bit her tongue in an effort to stop the cries, the moans from leaving her lips. This was indeed sin!

 

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Einar Njord watched the seduction of his sweet little lamb by the sensual and wickedly cruel Imp. He savored the tears that glistened in the bound little redheads stunningly expressive emerald green eyes. He could see Dúnlaith lips moving as if in silent prayer for deliverance and he saw the hunger in the wicked little Imp’s dark eyes and he knew that Dúnlaith’s dead god on the crooked tree would not be coming to save her. Einar watched the young Irish novice supple young body twist within her bounds as Eistir kissed her way up her trapped victims long sculptured legs, Einar own smile broadened for by the time his dark little Imp’s little pink tongue was lazily circling Dúnlaith’s dusky pink areola Einar knew the gorgeous little redhead was lost as she shamelessly arched her back to pressed her firm young breast and aching, throbbing nipple to Eistir hungering mouth.

Eistir loved each little whimper, sigh, moan and gasp of unwanted, forbidden sinful pleasure that sensually bubbled from Dúnlaith moist ripe lips as she kissed her was back down the girl’s ravishing bound young body. Her hot moist breath washed over Dúnlaith’s newly shorn, bare pussy. Eistir dark lust hungry eyes met her hapless victims and the wicked little Imp smiled as she saw in those expressive green eyes a truth that Dúnlaith could not hide, her own growing arousal, and sinful lust for pleasure. The dark haired Imp held Dúnlaith’s gaze as her head lowered to her sweet little pussy. Eistir nostrils were filled with the intoxicating scent of the little redhead’s arousal.

Einar watched as Eistir lowered her head and began feasting on Dúnlaith’s dewy innocence. She toyed with the tawny copper headed beauty’s throbbing clit as she suckled, nipped, and drew it from its chaste hooded hiding place. He loved the sight of his little bound lamb as she bucked and thrashed as Eistir wicked little pink tongue did things to Dúnlaith that she never could of imagined possible, a pleasure more intense than she had ever experienced before and a shame that shook her to the very depths of her innocent young soul. Einar could see the despair in Dúnlaith’s soft tear shimmering green eyes and the knowledge that she was a hopeless sinner for only a wicked girl could tremble with such sinful pleasure from another woman.

With a flick of her tongue Eistir pushed Dúnlaith over the edge of the abyss into that dark swirling sinful pleasure. Slowly, maddenly, The dark Imp began to kiss her way back up Dúnlaith’s delicious young body. She obscenely licked the tears that streamed down Dúnlaith’s cheeks and purred

“Ummmm so sweet.”

Her lips hovered above Dúnlaith’s.

“Kiss me my sweet beauty, we both know now what you are, a sweet delicious little whore!”

As Eistir spoke her lips sensually brushed Dúnlaith’s. The hapless little redhead was a single kiss away from her fall from Grace. Her god had not come to save her no matter how earnestly she had prayed and begged for salvation. Her former master Eric had not come to save her no matter how much she had longed for him. There was only Einar Njord Lord and Master of all Sjonafjoror, her Master and his dark Imp Eistir, that offered Dúnlaith the most forbidden and sinful pleasure the little redhead could imagine.

 

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This horrible sin! How could Eistir do this horrible sin to her? She felt those lips, starting out so delicately to lap at her sex, like a demure lamb. But as she lapped, her appetite became voracious, as a wolf feasting on its kill. Soon Dúnlaith found herself twitching, her body bucking against that mouth that seemed to go on and on. She found that she was unable to fight that demonic woman as Eistir’s fingers continued peeling back the lips of her sex, digging deeper.

Dúnlaith pulled hard against the cloth strips that tied her to the bed as a scream tore from her lips. No!!! This could not be! It was forbidden for a woman to lay with another woman, for a woman to do such things to her. And yet, her traitorous body allowed itself to be excited, to be aroused by such wickedness until her hips pressed repeatedly against the dark-haired beauty’s mouth. Her arm and legs fought that which kept her bound, spread out so that all seemed revealed to the woman between her legs and the king that watched with greedy eyes. Her scream seemed to echo through the room looking for an escape.

Yet again Eistir lapped, her wicked smile as she managed to once again edge her towards flight. Time was lost to her until she herself could not say just how long it or how many time Eistir had pushed her up and up. She grew hoarse and her wrists and ankles throbbed as tears ran from her eyes in shame.

Eventually she became aware of kisses slowly heading up her body until she felt Eistir’s tongue licking the moisture from her tears.

Ummmm so sweet.

Eistir’s lips were just above her, whispering evil from them. The smell of sin heavy on them. She realized that that was the smell of herself and she felt sick.

Kiss me my sweet beauty, we both know now what you are, a sweet delicious little whore!

She cried as Eistir softly kissed her and invited her to kiss her back. She could not understand this sin that had taken hold of her old friend’s heart.

“Eistir, what demon has taken your heart? I can only kiss you as a friend!” It was yet the same closed mouth peck that she gave the woman, despite her shame before turning her head away, degraded. Even she could not deny what her body had done in Eistir’s hands. She could not deny what Eistir’s mouth has done to her body.

Her Viking had abandoned her, though to him she had denied nothing. Even now, she knew that his baby grew within her. Perhaps that was what angered Eistir. If a baby grew in her, she would certainly have no idea as to which Viking had fathered it. Perhaps that was the anger that drove the woman.

But what frightened her more was the King and his power. She had noticed that no one had stopped him. Not even Eric, whom she had thought was the leader. Not even he had spoken up to claim her. Her Viking had left her to the hands of this evil pair.

 

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Einar Njord savored the dark haired imp’s seduction of the chaste little redheaded Irish novice. He loved how the bound beauty’s delicious young body slowly began to betray the young beauty, how it arched and pressed her firm young breast and taunt nipple to Eistir’s hungering mouth, The sweet pure crystalline tears that streaked down Dúnlaith smooth flawless cheeks and the horror of her own sinfulness as her hips arched to the sensual little Imp’s mouth as she feasted of Dúnlaith’s dewy innocence and the little tawny copper headed beauty as her gorgeous young body bucked and thrashed in forbidden sinful ecstasy as she came hard, harder then she had ever come before in her young life.

Ummmm so sweet.

Eistir’s lips were just above her, whispering evil from them. The smell of sin heavy on them. She realized that that was the smell of herself and she felt sick.

Kiss me my sweet beauty, we both know now what you are, a sweet delicious little whore!

Again the bound beauty could not do as the wicked little Imp demanded, and yet Dúnlaith did give Eistir a chaste kiss. The dark haired Imp was furious she twisted her fingers entwined in Dúnlaith rich silken tawny copper hair and when she gasped in pain Eistir’s took what Dúnlaith would not give. Her tongue plunged into the little bound beauty’s mouth and the wicked Imp savored its innocent sweetness, a sweetness as rich and as intoxicating as summer wine. Eistir dark brooding eyes met young Dúnlaith’s tear shimmering emerald green eyes.

Such a sweet little whore you are my dear, so tasty, and so very sinful. What would Mother superior think if she could see you Now?

Eistir cooed so sensually.

“I am going to fuck you now bitch!”

There seemed to be a demonic gleam in Eistir dark brooding eyes.

“Enough girl……….”

It was the first time Einar Njord had spoken sense he had given the wicked Imp permission to play with his sweet little lamb.

“………..you will not fuck her!”

Einar shoved Eistir to the side and cut Dúnlaith free of the bound that had held her captive to Eistir’s will. He opened his arms to the sobbing defiled young beauty. He was Lord of Sjonafjoror, all here bent their knee to his will, he had claimed her as his own, and her old master Eric Far Sight had had yielded to Einar Njord desire for her. He now offered her the safety of his arms. Dúnlaith choice, though bitter, was to go to Einar Njord, or risk being given to Eistir again and a life of the most dreadful and forbidden sinful, a life as the wicked Imp’s lover and sexual play toy.

 

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Cruel fingers grasped her hair and yanked hard on her fiery curls. Dúnlaith could not help but cry out in pain. No soon did she gasp than Eistir pressed her lips hard against Dúnlaith’s lips, practically sucking the breath from her very body. The woman’s tongue was almost rammed down her throat and yet with her arms and legs tied, she had no way to fight off Eistir’s obscene kiss. She couldn’t stop the tears that sprang from her eyes.

Such a sweet little whore you are my dear, so tasty, and so very sinful. What would Mother superior think if she could see you Now? I am going to fuck you now bitch!

“No!” Dúnlaith couldn’t help the cry that tore from her lips. And it surprised her when the old King stepped in to cease this sin.

Enough girl………you will not fuck her!

Relief washed over Dúnlaith that this King had stopped this atrocity as he sliced through the bonds that held her ankles and wrists. Then, to her surprise and relief, he held open his arms to her, welcoming and offering safety from the evil that Eistir threatened her with. Without a second thought, she fell into his arms, tears of relief falling from her eyes. Unthinking she buried her face against his chest and cried.

It did not occur to her that it had been the wicked King that had taken her before the crowds. It had been the wicked King that had first allowed Eistir to join in. All she could think was that he had seen his error and changed his mind. Perhaps now he would allow her to return to Eric.