Varangian Slavegirl: A tenth century Rus' princess is enslaved. (Closed)

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Aelfric’s response took her aback for a moment but she let the shock slide through her visage quickly and kept her eyes up on him. His guard didn’t miss it at all and showed his surprise. Aelfric didn’t take much longer, he shoved the slave girl aside and appraised Kaija but spoke to his guard.

Kaija watched the interplay between them and listened to the conversation but said nothing. Aelfric requested someone else’s presence but then dismissed the eunuchs much to Kaija’s relief. Her trick had been enough, she had been spared if only for the moment from a violent attack she wasn’t ready for. She let out the breath she hadn’t realized she had been holding.

Aelfric’s gaze might have unnerved a lesser born girl but Kaija held it even though a large part of her wanted to wilt in fear and sorrow. She would never give him the satisfaction of seeing her crumble so easily, not yet. She watched the slave girl wash him rather disinterestedly, this woman had long been broken by her enslavement, she feared Aelfric and that was obvious. Part of Kaija pitied her and wondered what she had been through to make her so afraid and compliant. Part of Kaija was also surprisingly angry and in disbelief of the weakness this woman showed. She pushed her feelings down and focused on Aelfric as he emerged from the water.

He seemed to motion to the slave girl whose expression changed and Kaija cocked her head sideways slightly in question, her eyes never leaving Aelfric’s. She watched the woman mount herself and then impale herself on Aelfric’s hard, erect prick much to Kaija’s disgust.

“Elchhh.” It escaped Kaija without intention before she could hold it back, her nose was wrinkled in repugnance and she almost dropped Aelfric’s gaze. She held. Only because a cruel smile flittered across his lips and stayed there, he was enjoying her revulsion.

This time Kaija spoke in Aenglish, “You have no modesty.” She didn’t want the slave girl to feel insulted and purposely aimed for a language she wouldn’t understand, “And no…decency!” Her voice rose at the end against her will.

Kaija calmed herself in a few breaths, “Why would you want anyone to bear witness to that which should be a private affair?” She asked earnestly, trying to ignore the fact that he was fucking someone right in front of her, she focused on his irises to avoid having to think about what was going on in front of her. Her periphery barely allowed it.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Now that is a pleasant surprise, thinks Aelfric. A slave who speaks a proper bloody language. Having to pause at times, to think of the right word to use, can be a mood killer at times. He disguises his surprise with a laugh and a word to the slavegirl sitting astride him and working her cunt up and down on his cock. With the word, she puts her hands on Aelfrics shoulders and starts to fuck him faster.

"What could be more private than my own bath?" he says laughing aloud.

He directs his attentions at the bouncing tits of the slavegirl for a few moments. She's a good fuck. One of his favourites.

"Wait!," he says pulling his face out from between the girl's breasts, " You meant, 'have I no decency or modesty' by fucking her in front of you!"

Aelfric puts his head back and roars with laughter. Taking the slavegirl's face in his hands he kisses her passionately. She knows her place and returns his kiss. Making small little noises she bounces away on his large cock. Aelfric has the decency to appreciate her efforts and gives her his attention. Kaija is forgotten as he feels his orgasm build. The girl is riding him real hard now. His hands roughly squeeze her tits and they both begin to come as they kiss hard.

After a few moments of sitting impaled on her master's cock, the slavegirl lifts herself off Aelfric's lap and slides down to use her mouth and tongue to clean him off. Under the water she uses her hand to wash herself. When she comes up for air, Aelfric taps her shoulder. The girl stands and claps her hands. Immediately another girl appears as Aelfric stands and exits his bath. The second girl picks up thick towels from a bench and begins to towel her master off. Then she assist him in donning a long silk robe.

Deigning to notice the two girls in his bath, Aelfric says, "Get dressed and dried off." "You can help do my hair," he says and points at the girl who so recently pleasured him. "You can pour my wine," Kaija is ordered, "Naked!"

He leaves the bath with the second slavegirl muttering and laughing, "modesty, decency..."

The girl in the bath climbs out, quickly towels off and dons the skimpy tunic she wore.

"Hurry," she says in Greek to Kaija, "You do not want to get us in trouble, do you."

"There is wine and the Master's drinking horn beside his bed. Bring it outside."

She hurries away to join Aelfric and the other girl outside on the balcony over looking the sea.

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Kaija was surprised by his laughter and let some amusement pass through her visage, her lip twitched up a smile as he misunderstood her and she raised a brow in disdain but it slipped away with the disgust she felt as he and the slave girl bouncing in his lap mounted a climax. He mentioned that he did understand her, it was obvious then that he rarely got to speak Aenglish here and Kaija wondered briefly if he missed his home and speaking his own language. Kaija realized then that she certainly missed her home, it made her think of how worried her overly protective mother must be by now.

It helped Kaija to focus on that instead of Aelfric at that moment, she heard their crescendo and realized that the slave girl had potentially enjoyed herself as well? That disgusted Kaija even more but she didn’t let on. Kaija finally looked away, unable to take anymore as the woman bent over to clean Aelfric’s cock with her tongue.

When she heard clapping, Kaija lifted her eyes in time to see Aelfric being helped into a robe by another slave, he finally addressed both her and the slave who had fucked him moments before, "Get dressed and dried off. You can help do my hair. You can pour my wine. Naked!"

Kaija smirked and held back a few choice phrases that she yearned to snap back at him with as he walked away muttering and laughing. She watched the other female slave exit the bath and Kaija followed slowly and warily behind her.

"Hurry, you do not want to get us in trouble, do you. There is wine and the Master's drinking horn beside his bed. Bring it outside." The slave girl dashed off quickly.

Kaija nodded and started drying herself a little quicker, she was extremely reluctant to leave the towel behind and wander out naked. It was a stab through the heart that the other slave left the room dressed in a tunic and Kaija had to suffer the further humiliation of being naked.

‘If he is going to make me do this, he will not know that it even bothers me.’ Kaija decided for herself and let the towel slip between two dainty fingers before she walked out of the room with her head held high.

She found the drinking horn and wineskin in short order, pouring it as she walked, it was not as if she had never had to fetch a drink for her future husband back home before. Her mother insisted she show her fiancé a certain amount of subservience and usefulness. Kaija had loathed serving him but she did her duty to her mother’s approval. Kaija had a fleeting smile grace her lips as she realized that perhaps all her mother’s teachings were not as much a waste of time as Kaija had thought initially. Many other noble women were far more useless than Kaija was at practical things. Kaija was even pretty proficient with a dagger thanks to her mother’s overwhelming fears, a lot of women were; just for self-protection. Not that it did much good against things like the heavy axes carried by Varangian guardsmen, Kaija wasn’t even sure she could lift one let alone swing it.

Kaija held the wine out; waiting as she stepped onto the balcony, the breeze biting her skin and raising goosebumps all over her body, her nipples rising to attention as rigid nubs of pink flesh unbidden. It made Kaija painfully aware of her nudity but she ignored it and looked out to the beautiful view of the sea. Try as she might, Kaija couldn’t disregard the yearning in the pit of her stomach to be out there on her little boat, even on one of those ships. Kaija closed her eyes briefly and inhaled deeply, she loved how the sea smelt. She let herself enjoy that for just a moment and it was almost as if she was free and on her little boat again.

She crashed down to reality hard when she opened her eyes and another breeze washed over her freshly shaved nether regions, she had forgotten about that and her cheeks flushed a very bright pink as she struggled not to look down at her body or imagine what she must look like. The wine still in her outstretched hand waiting, her eyes on the ocean and not on Aelfric for a change.

"Your wine." Kaija muttered quickly, she had no desire to look at the man let alone speak to him.

Kaija thought back to when she had met Aelfric, never had she imagined his life as anything like this. It was debauched beyond her wildest dreams. She had thought him rugged, manly and very adventurous at the time. The mousy teenage girl hadn't dared ask him about his life though she had longed to at the time. She had blossomed into such a rebellious young woman since then.

She had wondered what Aelfric's wife would be like, it never occurred to her that some people were not married and the idea of sex slaves had never occurred to her until recently. Now, it seemed, she would find out first hand about Aelfric's life in a way she never imagined. The idea made her dizzy and a little sick, she never thought he would bed her. She wondered if knowing who she was would matter in the slightest to him? She decided it wasn't worth telling him to find out. She could not trust Aelfric.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Life is good thinks Aelfric sitting in a large cushioned chair, his feet up on a cushioned stool, enjoying the view of the sea. One pretty slavegirl combs out and braids his long hair, while another straddles his lap and weaves tight braids into his beard and moustaches. He particularly is enjoying the sight of his new slave, Kaija, covered in goosebumbs, blushing and with hard nipples. He leers at her as he takes his drinking horn from her. Her tits dangle enticeingly as she leans over to offer his wine.

It has it's up and downs and eventually ends completely but life is good, he thinks. And if the priests are right then an even better life awaits those who are good Christians. Aelfric has a small laugh to himself at that thought. Hopefully a priest is near when the time comes to give him absolution for his many sins. Not an evil man by standards of the day. He had always been faithful to his wife, Aethelfaed, of thirty-four years. Just slaves, whores and the odd woman taken in her burning village during a raid. Edward may have been his king and so held Aelfric's oath but his insult to Aethelfaed had been intolerable. Aelfric's rage had overcome him and before he knew it Edward was dead on the ground. Fortunately the Queen had been plotting to remove Edward anyways and so Aelfric had been able to escape punishment for many years. When King Aethelred had thrown of his mother's influence, Aelfric's protection at court went with her and her advisors. Aelfric had been allowed to go into exile along with his retainers and his son allowed to inherit his lands and Earldom, which he had acquired on the death of his brother-in-law two years before.

Vladimir I of the Rus had taken Aelfric's oath after that, only to pass on Aelfric and six thousand Varangian mercenaries to the service of Basil, Emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire. Conveniently most of these warriors, he owed large sums of pay to, including Aelfric. Aelfric had had to obtain a loan to pay the fee to enter the Emperor's service. He has hated Vladimir ever since. So now Aelfric, his own five hundred retainers and his six longships are oath sworn to the protection of Basil II. Not the Empire, not the office of the Emperor but to Basil II personally. And that is why the Varangian Guard exists. Northern warriors who still swear and stand by oaths loyal to one man, Basil II.

And now Aelfric is rich beyond his wildest dreams. The fourteen pounds of gold, Vladimir owes him has been earned twice over. The seven pounds borrowed paid back easily. He lives in a palace that would shame the King of England. With the five thousand men of the Guard, he could take England for his own. Although why he would want to return to that wet cold country, he has no idea.

He is sitting with a small smile on his face as he is ministered to by pretty and naked girls, when he hears his second in command the Jarl Rodger enter his apartments. Aelfric calls out from the balcony and his retainer joins him. A few years younger, clean shaven and dressed in the local Greek fashion, Rodger looks more like a clerk than an Anglo-Saxon housecarl. Aelfric can think of no other to have at his back.

Of course, Rodger can't resist looking the new naked slavegirl up and down before he speaks with Aelfric. He is about to open his mouth and say something to Aelfric, when he stops and looks back at Kaija. Stepping in front of her, he looks her up and down then takes her chin in his hand and gives her a searching look. Then a look of recognition comes to his face.

"I'l be damned!" he says, "It's the wallflower!"

Aelfric has been watching with interest as Rodger looks at Kaija. As soon as he says 'the wallflower' Aelfric knows who he speaks of. Aelfric and some of his troops had been barracked on the small estate of one of Vladimir's ex-concubines. Before his conversion to Christianity, Vladimir was thought to have over eight hundred concubines over the years. While flirting with Islam and Judaism, he had acquired some southern beauties to add to his harem. Aelfric remembers the woman. A great dark eyed, dark haired beauty. He also remembers her daughter. Just a skinny little thing, who had stood back and just watched everything. Her father does that too. His searching look never missed anything. Rodger and Aelfric had both commented on that similarity. Aelfric knew he had seen that look before somewhere. He also recalls her name.

"Kaija," Aelfric says, "Her name is Kaija."

"Not Karina!" he says looking at Kaija intently.

"Jesus Christ!" Rodger says, as blasphemous as his Lord, "I told you she would be a beauty like her mother." "Where did you find her?"

He lets go of Kaija's face and walks around her, ogling her up and down.

"She was being auctioned off earlier today," Aelfric replies, "I got her from the pirate slave trader." "Made a deal to sell our Bulgarians through him and picked her up cheap."

"A hundred gold. And she's still a virgin."

"A virgin!," Rodger laughs, "How long will that last?"

Aelfric is thinking just that. A daugher of the hated Vladimir, right here and under his power. He smiles.

 

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Kaija knew she had nothing she could promise Aelfric that he didn’t already have. The liege lord she was to marry was wealthy but not noteworthy, certainly no one of royalty or to fear. Her virginity was no bargaining chip, he would simply take that from her by force when he was ready to. She assessed her options as Aelfric took the wine and she opted to ignore the lewd and obvious way he stared at her breasts even though her rosy red cheeks made her humiliation evident.

Kaija stood upright as quickly as possible as he took the horn and continued to stare off at the ocean without really seeing it anymore. If no money nor power would have Aelfric release her then escape was surely her only option. Kaija didn’t know where she would go. If her virginity was compromised then her fiancé would call off the wedding, he would not want a woman tainted by another man’s seed and the possibility that any children may not be his. She would be marred a whore by this.

Kaija thought to her book learning, places she had read about as a child and wanted to see. She could steal home and pinch a few pounds of gold before sneaking away. It was a long shot but it was a shot. Right? Theft was unappealing to her but she was left with few moral choices at this point.

Kaija missed the entry of the Jarl and looked up startled when she realized he was appraising her. Her eyes widened, she recognized this man and dropped her head quickly, trying to hide her face and wished her hair was loose so that it might fall about and conceal her identity. There was a clear change in the atmosphere when the Jarl first stepped away and then returned to Kaija, something had sparked his interest and Kaija’s body filled with dread as she was certain she knew what had.

He took her chin none too gently and forced her face up until they were level. Kaija’s eyes tightened and her face ought to have fallen but it was being held up, the Jarl recognized her immediately this time. Her body quivered as he spoke and she scowled when they referred to her as ‘the wallflower’, she supposed then that it was true, she had been quiet and easily intimidated when they had met. It was still insulting to say though. Aelfric seemed to sit up more, now paying attention to what was going on with this new information, he looked at her almost accusatorily as he recalled her name and called her out on her lie. Kaija was not apologetic in the slightest and merely raised a brow in Aelfric’s direction as if to say, ‘you were expecting me to tell you?’

Kaija ought to have been flattered by Rodger’s compliment but he let go of her face and circled her like a shark, his thoughts more insidious than complimentary. Kaija felt threatened and stiffened up, blushing profusely as she folded her arms over her breasts, trying to both hide herself and offer her body language some confidence.

They spoke of how Kaija had come to be here and she recalled the series of events silently to herself as they talked. She snapped back to the conversation as she heard the Jarl ask, "A virgin! How long will that last?"

Kaija pressed her lips tightly, smothering a whimper and her glance shifted to Aelfric for the response, he was smiling but to Kaija; that was more an evil smirk than a kind smile. Kaija inhaled deeply, Aelfric had no notion of letting her go and Kaija knew it. Whatever loyalty Aelfric may have had to her father, it was gone and Kaija was sure of that. Her uncle might be different but Kaija was no blood relation to Basil II, she was unsure he would find her of value or importance and it was extremely unlikely he would feel any familial obligation to her. She was technically the daughter of a whore and that often meant more than the daughter of a King. Although her mother was of wealth and merely obeying her King when she had bedded him, it had tainted her for life as Christianity came to be. Her mother was forced into beds of other men and loveless marriages that typically ended in the death of her husbands at war or some such bar scuffles.

Still, her mother had held great esteem and secured her virgin daughter a good marriage. Kaija had never appreciated her mother’s sacrifices more than she did right now. Her mother had kept up as good a name as she could and offered her skills in exchange for Kaija’s security.

For the first time, Kaija dropped Aelfric’s gaze and her eyes focused on her feet, unable to endure his lecherous ogling. She acknowledged her vulnerable position at this point, her legs seemed to press together hard as her arms wrapped her breasts in the tightest hug possible. Her own pride would not let her beg Aelfric to release her nor would it let her plead for her virginity. She knew she would eventually, when Aelfric was primed to take it from her but not yet.

She lifted her eyes to Aelfric again and decided she had nothing left to lose by asking, “What are your intentions?” in perfect Aenglish, as if she hoped to appeal to his intelligence.

She wasn’t sure she wanted the answer to her question though. She was uncertain if Aelfric would be harsher with her knowing the truth of her lineage than he was already.

 

[Hard_Rom]

For a second, Jarl Rodger is taken by surprise by Kaija's Aenglish. Then he remembers his duty as Aelfric's second in command. He cuffs Kaija across the back of the head.

"You will refer to Doux Aelfric as 'Master', slave!" he snaps at her.

"Got a mouth on her, doesn't she," he says to Aelfric.

"She does," agrees Aelfric, "I'm considering having her tongue cut out because of it."

He dismisses the other two slavegirls as his beard and hair are now braided, the way he likes. The girls scurry off, giving Kaija sympathetic looks, even not knowing what has been said in Aenglish.

"It's usually an improvement in women," Rodger says, "But would be a shame in her case." "Not many sluts in these parts can speak proper."

"Probably just needs some time to contemplate her situation and a good whipping."

Aelfric glances at the setting sun, judging the time.

"See to it," he says to Rodger, "I have to dine with Basil tonight." "He'll probably have some new orders for us."

Rodger turns and bellows for eunuchs.

"I hear there are some pilgrims wanting to go to Jerusalem," Rodger informs him, "A nice sea cruise would do the lads wonders." "All this palace duty is making them soft."

"I'll suggest it to the Emperor," Aelfric replies, as two eunuchs appear on the balcony.

Rodger points at Kaija.

"Take her to Neptune's Lair," he orders them.

Without a word the two huge eunuchs take Kaija by the arms and drag her off. Half carried, they take her out of Aelfric's apartments and down a series of stairs and through a corridor which appears to part of the sea wall. It is damp and reeks of molds and mildews. There are few heavy doors set at intervals. Arriving at the last one, one firmly holds Kaija while the other opens the door. The cell floor beyond the door is about four feet below the door. Roughly Kaija is grabbed and lowered down inside. Then they close the door and leave.

The cell is about eight foot square and ten high with a small window slit set high near the ceiling. The floor is covered in wet mud two inches deep and a water mark shows at the four foot mark. Twice a day for three hours the cell floods at high tide. Hence Neptune's Lair.

 

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Kaija didn’t anticipate Rodger’s cuffing her across the head from behind, “Ahh!” She exhaled sharply, stepping her left foot forward a few inches in surprise and then recovering her balance as her arms loosened and she forgot her need to cover herself.

She listened as they discussed the pros and cons of removing her tongue, Kaija swallowed apprehensively with her eyes wide. However Rodger’s comment about sluts that could speak properly had Kaija agape and rather flabbergasted. She was insulted and gritted her teeth to prevent a fresh outburst.

‘I am not a slut. How can a virgin be a slut?!’ She thought to herself, wishing very much that she could scream that at the Jarl.

Kaija brushed her arms up and down and whimpered softly, looking at Aelfric imploringly as he decided on a course of action for her and told the Jarl to see to it. When their discussion turned to the future of the guard, Kaija dared to hope that soon she would be left with far fewer guards within the palace and well away from Aelfric’s rough hands. Her inner labia tightening over the thought as it had not forgotten his calloused fingertips harsh treatment, she was certain there was bruising down there as it had started to ache gently when she moved about.

Kaija swallowed her dread down as the eunuchs were summoned again and she squeaked as Rodger ordered they carry her off to –where? Neptune’s Lair? What was that?! Panic rose up in Kaija as the eunuchs took each of her arms and led her away, her eyes cast over her shoulder and staring back at Aelfric and Rodger. When they were finally out of the room, Kaija gave the eunuchs no end of grief as she struggled like a wet cat against her captors.

“Let me go! Please!” Her demands and pleas fell on deaf ears and even if she managed to shake one of them off, she always had the other latched onto her in a vice grip. By the time they reached their destination, the eunuchs were trying to catch their breath while Kaija’s shins were quite badly bruised by the struggle.

Kaija was held firm by one as the other opened the door and Kaija shook her head in terror, “What is that? Don’t make me! Don’t!” She squealed as they half dropped her into this pit style cell.

Her feet, legs and bottom sunk into the mud but she paid it no mind, instead she twisted around to look at the door above her and cried out, “Wait! Please! Wait!” But the door shut loudly with a tone of finality and not a hint of remorse from the eunuchs, not that she had really given them any reason to feel remorseful.

Kaija screamed and threw her fists against the nearest brick wall in anger, “Damn it! You cannot keep me here!”

Finally she had no anger left to spare when the deafening silence was the only response she received in the empty cell. Kaija sunk down in despair, the stress of the last few days was overwhelming her and several tears dripped from her eyes.

“This is not happening to me…” She whispered softly and looked up and around at her surroundings, “How did I get here?!”

Kaija looked down at herself, her lower half caked in the mud from the floor while her upper half was bare. She shuddered and stood up, “Mud…” She mused and looked up, spying the tiny slit in the wall.

She moved to that side of the cell and pressed her ear to the wall, she could hear the waves crashing against the building. She pushed off against the wall and looked about at the obvious discoloration on the four walls. She touched the line which sat about a foot and a half lower than her own height curiously and took a deep sniff of the salty, moldy air.

The blood drained from her face and she looked around wildly in comprehension, “Crap.” Not often one for cursing, Kaija rarely swore and only ever privately. Water was dribbling down the wall, a gentle trickle that increased in spills. Kaija looked down at her feet and understood why the mud was there.

“It floods.” Kaija started laughing manically and felt like she had suddenly lost her mind as she wiped away a tear, “Ahhhh…so much for the bath.” She laughed some more and leaned against the wall with a sigh.

Kaija sat down in the muck again and simply waited for the flooding of the chamber to force her to stand up, she was sure that she would not sleep for as long as Aelfric left her here.

“Cut my tongue out. It would be better that I never have to speak to you again. And then you can stop asking me to suck your cock like an icicle candy!” She yelled all the things she wished she could tell Aelfric to his face as the water rose up and lapped at her ankles. Each wave added about half an inch of water to the rapidly flooding cell.

It wasn’t long before Kaija was forced to stand up and she heard her own stomach growling as her eyes felt heavy by the strenuous physical and mental activities the day had presented. The water lapped at her hips and swelled up to her chest before long, the last rays of the day had disappeared and she was sunk into a smothering darkness inside the water filled cell. It would take strength not to succumb to exhaustion and merely drown in these cells Kaija surmised. There was naught to do but wait for the eunuchs to return for her…

 

[Hard_Rom]

It's mid-morning when the door to Kaija's cell is opened. A eunuch looks in the find a subdued Kaija, half-covered in mud, naked and crouching in the corner. She appears to be either half asleep or half-conscious. The tide has receeded but even twelve hours in Neptune's Lair, six of it standing in cold salt water, does seem tp have taken the fight out of her. Considering the fight to drag her down here, the eunuch expected to find her flinging insults and mud at the door. He pulls his head back and two naked men enter the cell, jumping down the four feet to the floor.

The men have a couple of lengths of bronze chain and a four foot set of pliers with them. Before Taiga can react, one holds her down in the wet stinking mud, while the other expertly reattaches chains to Kaija's still cuffed wrists and ankles. The one holding her down can sense her strength returning slightly due to the indignation of her position. But he is an expert in handling disobedient slaves and is easily able to hold her due to her weakened state. When his partner has closed her chains to her shackles and cuffs, the two men, now half covered in mud themselves, drag her to the door and bodily lift her up and out. Two palace eunuchs wait outside but being fastidious palace eunuchs make no move to even touch Kaija. The mud from the cell smells foul. With no sanitary or waste disposal most long term prisoners die in the cell. Their sometimes partial decomposition and waste just adds to the foul mud. The two slave handlers are disgusting human beings anyways, so a small thing such as sewage, mud and dead bodies mean little to them. They climb out and pick Kaij up and put her on her feet. One virtually holds her up by her hair while the other grabs a tit and twists it hard, then follows up with a slap.

"Nap time is over, bitch," he says revealing black rotten teeth, "Time for your punishment."

The eunuchs, keeping their distance from Kaija and her handlers, lead them up the dank sea wall corridor. Instead of climbing the stairs back up to the palace, they continue down the winding corridor to a small postern gate. Outside the gate, the two naked handlers take the time to thoroughly douse themselves with buckets of sea water and then put their clothes back on. One with a callous grin on his face pours a single bucket over Kaija which makes a dent in her mud coverage but nothing for the smell of her.

Kaija is pushed into line with a dozen other slaves, similarly shackled, and has the rope securing the slaves to gether passed through her collar. The male slaves all look downcast or sullen. The females terrified and crying.

"Twelve for various whipping, a castration, two tongues and an ear," one of the eunuchs says, handing a slave handler a receipt.

The two palace eunuchs return to the palace and the two slave handlers take up a pair of whips and give the line of slaves a taste of the lash, just because they can and like too.

"Move it, slaves," one yells, "We have to be in the Forum of the Bull for noon." "You wouldn't want to be late for your dates with the whip and knives, would you?"

It's two kilometers back to the forum where Kaija and Aelfric ate in the taverna. The lash is used progidiously to keep the line of slaves moving.

 

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‘This must be what Hell is like…’ Kaija thought to herself as she fought her exhaustion and struggled feebly against the men who pinned her down in the filthy mire in order to attach the chains to her manacles. They lifted her up and out of the cell in short order and Kaija flopped uselessly to the ground like a dead fish. Her muscles were refusing to respond to the minimal requests her brain was making of them.

She was pulled from the ground none too gently and virtually held upright by her own hair, this brought Kaija to a new level of consciousness and her eyes watered in pain. The other gripped her breast and twisted it viciously causing Kaija to scream out in agony. As if to add insult to injury, he followed it up with a hard slap which made her wince, the tears flowing from her eyes.

She recoiled quite visibly when he bared his rotten teeth to her, Kaija looked horrified – she had never seen teeth quite so bad before. Left with no choice but to follow in their wake, Kaija trudged between them miserably until they stopped and Kaija watched as they rinsed themselves before hurriedly dressing. Kaija was less aware of her nudity at this point, it was much further down on her priority list. Her own smell was offending her. She gasped in shock as one of them unexpectedly poured the cold sea water over her, she watched the mud wash off her upper body and some of her lower body – the smell, however, lingered. She was now cold and shivering, her nipples painfully hard and at attention as goosebumps cropped up all over her skin. She was somewhat grateful even if she did look like a drowned cat when she was pushed into line with other waiting slaves.

Kaija had stopped crying at last, left with only the energy required to get her through this next task. Her calf muscles screamed in protest as she pushed them into a trot along with the rest of the slaves.

The first time the whip struck her was a life changing moment for Kaija. She had watched the others scream, cry and stumble when struck but they picked up the pace for fear of a second lashing. The man wielding it enjoyed his job quite clearly and was well practiced at it. The whip licked her shoulder blade and Kaija reflexively arched her back in an attempt to get away from the pain while letting go a blood curdling scream as white fire ripped through her body at an almighty speed. She had never felt such agony in all her life, her skin had never been marred before that moment and Kaija recognized her slavery in such a forceful way that she almost vomited.

‘Oh my Goddess. They’re going to do that to me…’ Kaija thought in fear and pain, she quietly let go a few more tears in the wake of the whip’s sting and stumbled a little through her haze.

She immediately picked up her pace and the lash fell again on her calf. It felt as though there had been no reprieve but really the group had covered hundreds of metres between her lashings. Kaija fell this time, much to the pleasure of her tormenter who joked about her being the first to actually fall. It really wasn’t much of a trip, she was held up by the irons which were attached by way of chain to the other slaves. At first they were suddenly yanked down with her but they quickly regained momentum and pulled her up. Kaija could see the tiniest beads of blood forming –the lash had opened her. She whimpered as they were ordered to slow their pace approaching the Forum of the Bull where they met the sight of a looming arch way. It was decorative and beautiful if one had chance to admire it. Kaija and the other slaves were in anything but a complimentary mood.

Kaija was going to be sick, she was sure of it. The brisk jog had done nothing but ripen the nauseating smell of her and she was now panicking that Aelfric had indeed changed his mind and was having her tongue cut out. She’d not seen him since he had sent her away the day before. Was that how it worked? He would not watch this horrific act he wanted to inflict upon her? This made Kaija surprisingly and irrationally angry.

‘You idiot, you’re just another slave to him. You’re not important. He can get his lecherous yearnings sated anywhere. You have nothing of value but your identity….maybe he will watch…revenge is sweet they say…’ Kaija thought sullenly, ‘If only my father were a good paying king…’

She had recalled dinner conversation of those many years ago where Aelfric had mentioned the falling out between him and Vladimir because Vladimir did not pay him and his soldiers. Kaija had listened halfheartedly with disinterest, indeed, it was only mention of her father that made her pay any mind to the overly dull dinner conversation. Aelfric was delighted by her mother’s interest at the time though, Kaija half smiled in memory. Her mother was bright and intelligent, she knew when to laugh for a man and when to be silent. She knew how to show the right amount of strength and interest. Kaija did not possess her mother’s social benevolence and couldn’t mirror it right. Then again, she’d never wanted to. Her mother could twist men around her fingertips, a gifted manipulator, Kaija wondered why she’d been so accommodating to Aelfric and his men though. It was a question she had never asked but always pondered and it was never answered as a result. Kaija had to conclude that her mother had gained something from the meeting though….

Shouts from the handlers and brisk movements snapped her from her memories, she was about to find out if she was to lose her tongue. Kaija swallowed hard.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Butt end of whips are used to prod the line of slaves into some form of order. Kaija finds herself in the front half of the line. Two slave handlers stay close to one handsome young slave boy, who looks decidely sullen. A young girl in front of him keeps looking back over her shoulder at him, which gets her a cut with the whip.

The first slave to be dragged up onto a high raised platform is a young female. A handler, better dressed than the rest, announces that due to negligent disobedience the girl, who 'apparently doesn't use both ears', is sentenced to losing an ear and ten heavy lashes. Two handlers drag her to a standing A-frame and tie her securely to it. Her scream as her ear is cut off draws a loud cheer from the gathered mob in the forum. Slave punishment is a popular attraction in the Byzantium capital. Blood streams down the slavegirl's neck as she sobs and cries.

Her back already displays scars from five heavy lashes, signalling her as a recidivist disobedient slave. The first heavy lash draws an immediate scream of agony as the heavy whip cuts deeply into her back. Blood flows heavily from the cut. To be done properly the whip master must reposition his whip properly, so it takes a full ten minutes to complete her whipping. Each lash draws a scream and more blood, which sprays and splashes those closest. The girl apparently faints after the tenth blow but is immediately awakened by a bucket of salt water being splashed across her torn and mutilated back. She screams and continues to scream as the sea water enters her wounds.

The girl is taken down and held up before the mob and her wounds displayed to a resounding cheer from the mob. Only half-conscious she is dragged from the platform and turned over to male slave leading a donkey. She is drapped and tied over the donkey's back and led away to be returned to her owner.

Another naked girl is dragged to the platform, weeping and crying for mercy. For 'impertinence and disobedience' she is sentenced to her tongue being cut out and five lashes. The whipping is administered first, with all the associated screaming and flying blood. Apparently one can scream just as well without as tongue as with one. The redhot knife used cauterizes the mutilation but only increases the pain. Her tongue is displayed to the mob and then thrown to a stray dog. This girl is taken and wrists tied to the saddle pommel of a rich man's horse, who rides off half dragging the mutilated girl away.

A special treat is next up for the mob. A girl and her lover are led to the platform. She was caught pleasuring her lover with her mouth. Slaves are not allowed unauthorized affairs. Thus they are sentenced to her having the means to properly pleasure her lover removed, her tongue, and him to have the object of her pleasure removed, his cock and balls. Plus ten heavy lashes for both.

The male slave must endure first watching his lover's tongue cut out before he is castrated, both pillar and stones, by a hot knife. He screams louder than any so far. Tongue and genitals are displayed to the crowd then thrown to the dogs. After ten lashes and mutilation neither is in any condition to walk. Their master has supplied a mule drawn cart to take them away. The girl holds her unconscious lover in her arms and sobs uncontrollably as the cart leaves the forum.

It is Kaija's turn. Brutally two handlers grab her and drag her up onto the platform to be publically punished and shamed before the assembled crowd. Instead of the A-frame, Kaija is tied and hung from a long pole. Counter balanced the pole is raised high in the air, allowing Kaija to be raised off her feet and be left twisting slowly before the mob for all to see. Those closest can be heard to make crude remarks over her beauty.

The better dressed slave handler is interrupted by his reading of Kaija's crime and sentencing by a commotion in the crowd, Aelfric and Rodger on horse back with twenty Varangians on foot push their way roughly through the crowd until they halt near the front. Two slaves hold up sun shades on long poles over their heads and they both pass a wineskin back and forth between them.

Once the Doux and his officer are settled the handler continues. For impertinence and pridefulness, Kaija is sentenced to twenty five light and five heavy. For the light blows, the whip is set aside and the whip master takes up a long rod, as thick as his fore finger. It has been soaking in a barrel of sea water. Soaking increases the weight of the rod, makes it more flexible and imparts a salty water sting to exposed wounds. There are spares in case he manages to break one over Kaija's suspended body. Hung by her wrists from the long pole allows Kaija to twist and swing in the air. This will ensure that all of her body will feel the rod.

Kaija is facing Aelfric when the first blow lands. While not possessing the skin flaying power of the heavy whip, multiple blows to the same area produce long welts that become blood blisters and break open. And for the next twenty five minutes the rod is mercilessly applied to her suspended nude lithe body.

 

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Kaija watched the various slaves being dismembered systematically in abject horror. Her face was impassive, she was accustomed to hiding her feelings by this time but her eyes gave her away. She would look away when it became too much or wince in empathy. She was grateful her stomach was empty, the fear might have made her vomit otherwise. The gore wasn’t a problem, Kaija had witnessed men and women executed before but the screaming, the torture and the horrific way the victim looked was utterly chilling.

Kaija was next, she knew but she couldn’t tear her eyes off the two lovers as they were carted away. She felt awful for them in a different way, never allowed to pursue the one they truly wanted and punished gruesomely when they did. Kaija shuddered and two handlers grabbed her, she inhaled sharply in a desperate attempt to quell the panic welling up inside of her.

She squealed as she was raised off the ground, her feet dangled uselessly as an unbearable amount of body weight was placed on her manacled wrists. She was red as a beetroot as the crowd jeered and reminded her of her very public nudity. They were forgotten as the manacles bit into her wrists, she looked up at them; they were already a bright pink at the edges.

Kaija was snapped from her thoughts and looked around wildly at the disturbance in the audience. She saw Aelfric and the Varangians coming through the crowd. At first Kaija had thought Aelfric had changed his mind but as everything settled down and it was obvious that Aelfric was there to watch her punishment, Kaija silently berated herself for her naivety.

“No wonder I’m in this mess,” She mumbled under her breath, “I’m a fucking idiot sometimes.”

She was surprised that she was angry that Aelfric had come, “Thought you wanted him here and now you don’t and you don’t know what you want. I hate him.” She said to herself through gritted teeth.

Kaija heard her punishment and breathed a sigh of relief that she would not be losing any body parts. The lashings had her swallowing her relief rapidly though. The strain on her wrists was painful and Kaija glanced up at them again and then down at the handler preparing himself to administer the punishment. She then found herself eye level with Aelfric.

“Fuck it.” She said softly and lifted herself with one wrist, piling her weight onto the other until she groaned loudly. But she smiled slightly as she gripped the chain in one hand and lifted the other to grapple it as well. Her fingers wound around the chains tightly and her upper body relaxed again. The effect was obvious, Kaija had simply grabbed the chain above her manacled wrists to alleviate the body weight from her wrists, now it was her biceps that had to maintain her weight.

“I guess all that tree climbing wa-“ Kaija cut her soft mumbling off and hissed sharply as the first blow struck her unexpectedly and her eyes slammed shut tightly as she tried to let the pain roll off her.

Her eyes fluttered open and she was still staring at Aelfric, she gave him nothing but grim determination. She would not beg him.

“Let him who would move the world first move himself.” She mouthed silently, her body tensed up as the next lash struck her.

She handled it better than any other noble would have in her opinion, even a lot of commoners. It wasn’t until the 5th lash that she began to cry and it wasn’t until the 7th that she screamed. It was the 9th lash that cut her open, she felt the skin and sinew part down the length of her left shoulder blade as it slowly tore open. Her blood poured down her back and legs, she looked down and watched it drip onto the bloodied platform beneath her.

She came full circle to Aelfric again and the 10th lash moved on to her ass. Kaija flopped around like a marionette attempting to escape the lash in futility. By the 20th lash she dropped her upper body and dislocated her right shoulder much to the crowd’s enjoyment. This ripped a blood curdling scream from her chapped lips.

“Oh!” She finished with a throaty sob.

Her right leg and ass cheeks were blistering and preparing to open up, other parts of her body fared better and those last five lashes aimed at various parts of her leaving large red welts on her breasts and stomach. The rod was put aside and the whip taken up. Kaija sobbed loudly now, shaking her head side to side in a ‘no’ motion, her braid now frazzled and slick with sweat.

“Ahh-ah.” Kaija whimpered and looked up at the sky, unable to grip the chains again and simply allowing her own loss of circulation.

The pole lowered, Kaija looked around in confusion but the reason was clear, the heavy whip required a still target and Kaija was moving too much. She was relieved but screamed heartily as her arms were brought down, the pain ripped through her shoulder after being strung up in that position for so long. She found herself on the A frame and looked to the sky as though in prayer.

The whip struck and Kaija writhed and screamed at the top of her lungs while staring at the sky, her head thrown back as her calf ripped open. The second split her ass cheeks open the rest of the way and Kaija was hoarse after that scream, it wasn’t as bad as it struck a meaty part of her body. Her right shoulder blade took the last three strokes and blood splashed everywhere as it ripped open fully on the second stroke. The third stroke was hell on earth but Kaija only squeaked, she had no more voice left to scream.

“The Doux Aelfric may take his chastised slave.” Kaija heard a distant voice as she leaned on the frame for support.

She wanted to beg him to kill her but she couldn’t speak, she wanted to beg for mercy but she couldn’t move, she wanted to scream her hate at him angrily and unman him by challenging his virility but she’d had it beaten out of her for the moment.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Knowing Kaija is valuable property of a powerful man, when she is cut down the handler takes her by her undislocated arm and lowers her gently to the platform. Two Varangians climb the platform with a make shift hammock of cloaks strung between two spears. They roll Kaija's bleeding whipped and injured body onto the slung hammock, stand and carry her down to Aelfric and Rodger.

"That was worth a pound of gold to watch that," Aelfric says to Rodger, "A shame her father couldn't have been here."

Rodger and him have a good laugh. Rodger takes fifteen men and continues the intimidation patrol of the city. The soldiers, all picked for their height, tower over the slighter Mediterranean races. Aelfric takes five men, two to carry Kaija's litter and three to push aside any citizen who does not or cannot make way for the Doux.

Aelfric turns north after leaving the Forum of the Bull and makes his way to the Platea Gate facing the inlet known as the Golden Horn. A few coins hires a barge to transport Aelfric, his horse and the party of men carrying Kaija. His destination is the Pera district, home to the Jews of Constantinople and the house of Miriam of Tyre. Miriam is his personal physician and the only female physician of any note in the Empire. In Aelfrics mind this makes her a witch.

Two hours after leaving the forum and Kaija's scene of brutal public torture, Aelfrics guards deposit Kaija in her now blood soaked litter at the door of the house of Miriam. Within moments Miriam herself appears at the door to greet Aelfric. A stout matronly women, Miriam dress in fine multi-coloured silks and head covering. Miriam is quite aware of Aelfrics impression she is a witch and that gives her the power to ignore Aelfric and immediately move to the blood soaked bundle deposited at her door. She parts the cloaks, looks inside then turns a withering gaze at Aelfric.

Aelfric turns his head, spits and touches the iron of his mail to avert the malevolence of her look.

"Don't look at me like that, Miriam," he snarls, "You try my patience." "Would you prefer I took her to a palace physician?"

Both Miriam and Aelfric agree on the incompetence of Christian surgeons. Their idea of doctoring is to bleed you and say a prayer over you. Their ideas of hygiene are about the same as the most barbaric of Aelfric's men.

"Who is she?" Miriam asks shrewdly.

"Her name is Kaija and she is the daughter of Vladimir the Oathbreaker by a bound concubine," Aelfric replies, " A slave and a pagan." "How long before she is in good enough shape to be returned to me?"

Miriam opens the cloak hammock and begins to explore Kaija's bloodied body. She notes the unnatural angle of Kaija's shoulder.

"A week at the least," she replies, adding four days to her minimal assessment.

Being a doctor, a Jew and a woman, Miriams heart goes out to the beautiful tortured slave girl. Her people live in constant fear of just such atrocities being applied to them.

"She is also a maid," Aelfric adds, "And I wish her to remain so for a while at least." "I don't want her walking about clanging like she is in armour from a chastity belt."

He tosses Miriam and good sized pouch of coin. If anyone should be well paid, it is your physician. Especially if you think she is a witch too.

Miriam calls out and two men step out and lift Kaija in her bundle of cloaks and carry her inside. Miriam bows to Aelfric and he even returns her bow, although slightly from atop his horse. Then he and his men leave as Miriam steps back inside.

Once inside Miriam claps her hands and a bevy of young girls gently pick Kaija up, having to peel away the cloaks which have stuck to her wounds. They carry her to a room and lay her face down on a bed. Miriam arrives and begins to gently wash away the blood and filth covering Kaija's back. She then covers the wounds in silk dressings before having Kaija gently rolled over on to her back.

Weak and only barely conscious, Miraim makes Kiaja drink a small amount of a bitter potion.

"The milk of the poppy, girl," Miriam says, "It will stop the pain while I reset your shoulder." "It will help you sleep too."

She watches Kaija's face and keeps a hand on her wrist, feeling her pulse. Once she sees the opium mixture is having and effect, she calls for a large male attendant who holds Kaija down while Miriam with a wrench pops her patient's shoulder back into place. Then she is rolled back onto her stomach. A girl is ordered to stay with Kaija and Miriam and her attendants leave the room.

 

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Kaija flitted in and out of consciousness on the way to Miriam of Tyre’s home. The blackness was merciful but any jolt to her wounds which brought fresh pain had Kaija awaken, gasping. Her stomach churned but thankfully it was void of anything to throw up. Kaija whimpered softly as she was dumped unceremoniously to the floor. She felt a woman’s presence as she was examined and listened to distant conversation between her and Aelfric.

Kaija didn’t care, she couldn’t plan, she wished for death that wasn’t to come. Kaija shrieked as the cloths were peeled from her body and her wounds were dressed. Fresh tears ran down her face until she was finally laid on her back. She accepted the bitter brew and drank it down. She didn’t care what it was as long as it was liquid.

Kaija looked up in confusion as a man entered and held her down tightly, before long she understood why as an unimaginable amount of pain coursed through her body as Miriam popped her shoulder back into place.

She screamed in spite of the pain numbing brew, it was not enough to reach the depths of that agony. She sobbed, “Oh Goddess!”

Miriam gently rolled her over and left her with a female attendant – Kaija slept and slept well. For three days she barely woke except to drink and eat minimally, a bite or two was all she could manage. Finally, after four days in bed, she woke up hungry and more conscious. She tried to move to sit up but her wounded back throbbed and reminded her that she was not in any condition to be moving about.

She hissed and the attendant girl came over to check on her immediately, “Are you in pain?” She asked Kaija softly, holding her wrist to check her pulse.

“Only because I tried to sit up. Forgot about my back.” Kaija mumbled, “I’m just hungry.” She admitted.

“Alright. I’ll get a male attendant, wait a moment. You’ll need help to sit up.” She said softly and dashed off, she returned in minutes with a pair of large, yet oddly soft male hands.

Together, they helped Kaija roll over and shifted her into a semi sitting position. Kaija hissed and groaned her way through the process before thanking them both. The male attendant left to see to some food for Kaija.

“Are you here to watch me?” Kaija asked the girl confused, “I knew you were here…every day. I think it was you…”

The girl nodded, “It was me. I had day duty, another girl had night duty.”

“Is that in case I am hurting? Or because I might escape?” Kaija asked.

“In your condition?” The girl cocked a brow, “You’re not going anywhere. So yes, in case you’re hurt…well that and….well…” The girl blushed and paused.

“Well?” Kaija asked, raising a brow in question.

“Well…you’re…a maid…your Master pays well. Miriam must ensure you’re chaperoned…you know…so that you remain…chaste.” She explained, clearly never having had to tell anyone such things before.

Kaija felt the blood drain from her face, her eyes went cold, “Oh. Yes. Of course.” She responded shortly, “Can’t disappoint the Master, can we?” She asked with a funny smile.

The girl was spared from responding as the male attendant returned with a laden tray and placed it on Kaija’s lap before leaving the room. Kaija was impressed by the array of food and dug in straight away, it had been almost a week since she had been fed a proper meal. She ate until she was full and drank as much water as she could.

“That will help you get your strength back.” The girl told her kindly, as she handed the tray off to another female attendant.

“Thank you.” Kaija said softly and laid down, closing her eyes to rest again.

 

[Hard_Rom]

The morning of the fifth day, Kaija is served a fine breakfast on a silver platter consisting of apple muffins, a compote of figs, raisins, apricots and prunes and fresh squeezed orange juice. Thick black coffee, Arabian style, awaits in a silvered dallah coffee pot with cream and sugar on the side. It is hardly the meal of a slave.

Following breakfast Kaija is bathed gently sitting on a stool in a sunlit courtyard. Two girls, taking care not to disturb her scabbed over wounds, wipe her down with hot wet cloths touched with scented soap. One girl reclines on a couch and holds Kaija's up so she does not recline on the cushions. Then Kaija is shaved under her arms, her legs and her intimate parts. A cloth smelling strongly of spirits is used on her shaved parts before and after.

It is during the shaving that Miriam enters the courtyard. She gives Kaija's striped back an inspection and lightly picks at a scab to see how she is healing. Satisfied the girl is doing as well as can be expected, she watches interestledly as Kaija's stubble between her legs is shaved away with a razor.

"I am glad to see you are healing well," she says, "But I am afraid you will bear scars for the rest of your life." "They should not effect your value though."

"When she has been cleaned properly," Miriam instructs the two girls, "Bring her to my surgery."

"Please, remember child," she continues talking to Kaija, "I am a physician and will not harm you."

Before Kaija can respond she turns and leaves. The two girls ministering to Kaija say nothing but do not appear to show any emotions of pity or hardness towards her. They help Kaija don a thin silk robe when they are done and lead her to a well lit room off the courtyard.

Inside Miriam is fussing over some medical type instruments and two very tall and brawny women await. A well padded large reclined chair with extensions extending out from the foot of the chair stands in the middle of the room. Brooking no resistance, firmly the two girls and the two uncommonly large women set Kaija in the chair. The two large women display their strength as Kaija's feet are first placed in stirrup type cups and then leather straps bind her ankles. One of the big women sits behind Kaija and holds her back up off the chair. Kaija now has a good view of her own genitalia.

Miriam sits on a low stool between Kaija's legs and precedes to give her an intimate examination. She confirms Kaija's maidenhood gently after washing her hands in a bowl of alcoholic spirits. She then makes doubly sure Kaija is clean down there, using a soft cloth which she uses to efficiently clean the lips and mound of her cunny.

The large woman behind Kaija takes Kaija's arms and holds them as Miriam picks up a set of forceps with ringed ends and a large piercing needle. A small bowl holds what look like silver rings with balled ends and a set of pliers that appear to fit the rings.

"This may hurt a bit but will not do you any harm," she says, "But you may or may not wish to thank me after."

With those words, she uses the forceps on the lips of Kaija's vulva and proceeds to pierce them. Half a dozen rings are attached to Kaija's lower lips on each side. Then she attaches more rings which she closes with the liers to them. By the time she is finished, Kaija's vaginal opening is covered in a suit of silvered ring mail. A larger ring surrounds the hood of her clit pushing it back and exposing her clit. A ring is inserted vertically through the hood and it falls to rest on Kaija's clit. The two final parts of the operation have Miriam have her attaching a silver seal to the rings with her sigil engraved on it and three small silver bells are attached. Two the the rings protecting the entrance to Kaija's vagina and one to the ring that pierces the hood of her clit.

Kaija's virginity is now protected by a shining silvered suit of mail and adorned with tinkling silver bells. Her clit is quite exposed and no longer covered by the fleshy hood.

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Kaija floated through the fifth morning at Miriam’s. She was so grateful to be clean that she even endured being shaved without argument and had lost any regard to her own nudity while in Miriam’s house. Miriam emerged to check her back while Kaija was in a semi sitting position being shaved between her legs.

"I am glad to see you are healing well. But I am afraid you will bear scars for the rest of your life. They should not affect your value though."

Kaija averted her gaze and stared off into the distance very deliberately to masque her emotions. She was both sad and angry over her condition but her nobility wouldn’t allow her to express it.

“We should all be glad then.” Kaija said shortly and quietly. A commoner might think she was grateful but a noble would know she was anything but.

Kaija found it comical that Miriam might think she cared if her worth as a slave was diminished. ‘All the better if it was’, Kaija told herself.

Kaija was confused by Miriam’s seemingly sad tones when she told Kaija she wouldn’t hurt her. Kaija assumed they were simply preparing to return her to Aelfric and that she required a new dressing or some such treatment. When they finished shaving her, Kaija went willingly into the surgery. She was quite naïve in this area, she had no medical expertise nor experience but was learning quickly. The attending girls were happy to show her how to treat basic wounds and she soaked up the knowledge gladly.

The first sign that anything was wrong was the oddly shaped chair in the centre of the surgery. Kaija was about to ask why when she was deliberately manhandled by the two larger women and her attendants. She was strapped into the chair in short order and blushed as she was presented with a rather lascivious view of her own sex.

Miriam sat between her legs and began probing at Kaija’s most intimate of places. Kaija blushed furiously and started to ask, “What is-?”

But she was cut short by the woman behind her gripping Kaija’s arms and pinning them behind her tightly. Kaija saw Miriam holding up the needle and forceps and Kaija’s heart started to pound, her breathing quickened as a shot of adrenaline coursed through her bloodstream while fear took over. All of the saliva in her mouth suddenly dried up.

"This may hurt a bit but will not do you any harm. But you may or may not wish to thank me after."

Kaija’s mind quickly made the connection as she watched Miriam in almost slow motion as she took the needle to Kaija’s vaginal lip. Kaija’s eyes widened and she started to panic in earnest.

“Please don’t. Please don’t do this. Don’t do this to me. Please!” She whispered hoarsely.

The needle pierced her over and over, Kaija cried and screamed. It wasn’t so bad initially but the more holes she was punctured with, the worse it became. She wanted to pass out, look away, do something other than watch each ring being pushed through her skin but she was absolutely frozen in her horror.

When Miriam finally finished, Kaija was limp as the blood was cleaned away and all that was left was shining silver rings and small tinkling bells. The opening of her vagina was a thatch of metal, she was released by the stocky woman and touched herself as someone else unbound her ankles. Kaija was entirely mortified and partly fascinated by what had been done to her. She was allowed to walk, albeit bowlegged and tender, she made her way back to her room with the help of her attendants. Kaija never said a word to Miriam.

She spent the remainder of the day resting and refused her food. By the sixth day at lunch time, Miriam came to see her again.

“The girls tell me you won’t eat.” Miriam said softly.

Kaija stared at the wall away from Miriam and said nothing.

“You need to eat, to sustain yourself.” Miriam continued, still Kaija maintained her silence, “I need to show you how to clean the rings, so you don’t get an infection child.”

“Maybe I want one.” Kaija said sullenly, speaking for the first time, “I have never felt so violated in all my life. No one would ask for this.”

"I understand and I am sorry you feel violated." Miriam spoke so earnestly that Kaija turned to look at her for the first time.

"I do believe you are." Kaija told her softly, "I think that being here is the closest to kindness I have received since I was enslaved. It only hurts more that...you did...what you did...to me." She said quietly, swallowing back heart wrenching sobs.

Miriam pressed on, "There is nothing I can say to comfort you on that front child. Take this." She pressed a small bottle into Kaija's hand, "This is alcohol. When you use the toilet or you have your bleed, use this to keep the rings clean. Aelfric will see that it is refilled regularly. I promise you that. As long as you use it, you won't get any post operative infections nor feel unnecessarily unclean."

She stood up and turned slightly but stopped, "Please eat something."

"I can never go home." Kaija said sadly, rather out of the blue.

Miriam sighed patiently, "Probably not."

Kaija looked up and asked, "Will the rings...will they come off?"

Miriam raised a brow and seemed almost relieved, "Yes. Of course. I imagine that eventually Aelfric will want them removed for his pleasure."

Kaija swallowed, "And the...holes...will they...close? Or scar?"

Miriam shook her head slowly, "I have no way of knowing that child. Some close and some don't and they almost always scar."

"Thank you." Kaija told her genuinely.

Miriam exited the room and Kaija fell into tears but come dinner, she finally ate a meal - a glorious spread of meat and root vegetables that slaves were not typically served.

Her attendant did tell Kaija quietly that Aelfric did treat his slaves better than a lot of the Masters. It did little at all to quell Kaija's emotional turmoil.

On the 7th morning, Kaija spread her legs and practiced cleaning the rings with her attendant's assistance. After the young woman left, Kaija touched a silvery bell gently and inspected herself, getting to know the rings that bound her vaginal opening shut tightly. She was able to use the toilet although it stung a little, it was not unbearable. The tinkle of the bells signaled each time she moved and Kaija realized that this represented a new problem entirely - she couldn't move without making noise. There would be no silent dead of the night escape for Kaija. It was a brand new obstacle to her freedom - she wasn't sure what she would do when she got it but she knew she didn't wish to be Aelfric's personal pin cushion for life.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Miriam enters as Kaija is inspecting her piercings.

"Good morning, Kaija," she says as he bends down to have a quick look at Kaija's piercings, "They look to be healing fine." "Your master is here."

She signals to a girl who brings in some fine silks and embroidered gold belt. The girl helps Kaija dress and brushes out her hair. Miriam talks while the girl adjusts Kaija's very skimpy outfit and belt. Her slave attire exposes her whipped back for all to see.

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"I have instructed Doux Aelfric that he is to not abuse you for a few weeks," she says, "But you must remember to be on your best behaviour." "Do not give him an excuse to have you whipped again. He is not a forgiving man and hates your father."

"I suspect that your humilation and submission is his way of getting some measure of revenge on your father."

She steps forward and fixes Kaija's hair so it cascades over her shoulders in a motherly manner.

"Remember to call him 'Master'," she says as she looks Kaija in the eye, "You are not the daughter of a king anymore." "By all the laws of the Gentile god and the Emperor, you are his property."

"You are a slave, remember that."

She guides Kaija out of her room and out to the front door of her house. The sound of Kaija's bells fills the quiet corridor as they walk along.

At the front door Aelfric waits on foot with a body of fifteen of his Varangians. He rarely crosses the Golden Horn and is taking the excuse to make a display of force to those who live in and near the Jewish Quarter. The Varangians typically do not patrol Pera district. Christian persecution of the Jews is rife and tolerated by the Emperor. With this visit he can show that at least Miriam is under his protection. His men make a point of forming a protective screen facing out from Miriam's house of healing.

Aelfric casts an appreciative look at Kaija.

"She seems in good health, Miriam," he says, "I am pleased."

"Just remember she is still healing, my Lord," replies Miriam, "For the next month put her to light duties."

"Yes, yes," he says waving Miriam off, "You have told me already." "Have no fear."

"I have plans for her that require her to be fit and healthy."

He gives Kaija a leer as he states that.

"Good day to you, Miriam," he says as he makes a gesture which draws his men back into formation around him.

"Come, slave," Aelfric says to Kaija.

His men make way for Kaija to walk a few paces behind him. He ignores Kaija as the group walk down to the docks except to turn a couple of times, with an amused look, when her bells sound a bit louder over the sound of the nailed boots of his marching men. At the docks another fifteen men stand guard over a longship decorated with a carved rising prow and stern. The carvings depict stylized tusked wild boars similar to the painted shields his men carry. The longship has been in the Golden Horn shipyards being refitted with a new mast which is unstepped and lays in it's cradle. It is his intention that it be rowed around the headland which the Imperial Palace occupies to the small harbour which services the Varangian residence, the Bucoleon Palace.

One of his men gives Kaija hand to board the longship while Aelfric takes the tiller. To be out of the way, Kaija is shooed to the bow. The thirty men take their places at the oars and expertly move the ship out into the Golden Horn estuary. There is no hurry and the men row easily down the estuary to the half mile wide entrance to the Bosphorous Straits. A tower on the Peran side of the estuary raises a large flag and begins to playout the massive chain which protects the Golden Horn from intrusion by unwanted ships. With only four feet of draw the longship slips over the submerged chain. Once out of the Horn the winds are more evident and there is a bit of a chop but the graceful warship handles it with ease being well capable of deep ocean travel.

Aelfric handles the large steering oar easily with muscles well exercised in steering his ship in any weather. He actually has a peaceful look on his face and his men all have big grins on their faces as they work the oars. They break out into song which Aelfric joins in for the half-hour trip.

"Hwaet for your mother," they chant, "And hwaet for your girl, and hwaet for your lover who you hwaet on the floor."

With every hwaet they pull hard.

"Hwaet for your mother and hwaet for your girl, and hwaet for your lover who you hwaet on the floor."

 

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Kaija was numb that morning, she knew before Miriam ever opened her mouth that Aelfric had come for her that day. The ladies prepared her like royalty and Miriam spent her time reminding Kaija that she was anything but. Her words seemed to reverberate through Kaija’s brain.

“You are a slave, remember that…”

How could Kaija forget when her every step was now a song? A private joke? A musical number? And yet, she still did not feel like an enslaved spirit, she was not energetic but the dim future Miriam had presented was not one that would have any woman jumping for joy. Kaija followed Miriam dumbly, casting her eyes levelly in a less than subservient manner though the bells brought a blush to her cheeks. She was not accustomed to them yet though it had been nearly a week now.

Finally they exited the building and Kaija looked around to see the soldiers surrounding the house, she raised a brow at the display – Aelfric was clearly flexing a lot of muscle for a simple collection of a slave. Kaija knew this was not just for her benefit but she was as good an excuse as any. Kaija pointedly ignored Aelfric’s leering, the dress may have covered her but it did well to accentuate her features and make her far more appealing than if she had simply been naked. She listened as Miriam and Aelfric discussed her, her healthcare and her future as though she was not present. She’d have scowled but she was replaying Miriam’s heeding over again in her head and tried to avoid antagonizing Aelfric so quickly.

“Come slave.”

Kaija had been looking around and now brought her face back to stare at Aelfric. They kept a moment of meaningful eye contact during which Kaija might have sworn he was daring her to disobey him. A second passed but it felt like an eternity before Kaija forced herself into motion and walked up, the men parted like a small river to allow her through and ensconced her and Aelfric once more. She fell into step and tried not to stare at her feet as Aelfric’s bemused gaze turned upon her several times during the short journey. It was clear that the bells were the reason. Kaija thought they sounded as loud as a gong. She held her chin a little higher but her flushed cheeks gave her away.

When they arrived at the harbor, Kaija concealed her surprise. She had not expected that they would be going anywhere by way of ship but Kaija took this development in her stride and swiftly follows directions – she was well accustomed to sea travel. She gripped the railing at the top and stepped up close to the edge, watching as the men settled in with their oars. There was little delay before they were off. Kaija smiled softly as she faced the sea so that none of the men could see her expression. She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath of the salty air. It was fresh and so unlike the dirty, stale smell of Neptune’s Lair – a smell she’d not soon forget.

The men began their chanting and Kaija glanced over her shoulder in surprise. She listened to a few verses before she understood the chant. She knew the reason was to keep pace of the oars but the chant clearly had its own seedy underbelly and Kaija wrinkled her nose and smirked. It was clear that this was typical for them and Kaija felt like a little girl, she’d never been on a warship before. Kaija could see Aelfric at the stern of the ship guiding its rudder with strength and she realized something suddenly.

“This is a new ship.” She said quietly with a touch of surprise in her tone of voice. Her eyes were on the mast.

She wasn’t sure why she was surprised and she tried to compile all of what had happened so far to determine why this information was unexpected. She shook her head at last and looked over at the men, turning her body more fully so that her elbows rested unevenly on the edge and she leaned against the side. Kaija felt odd being the only female aboard but she suspected this was a short trip that would test how the ship steered or how it held against the waves.

Kaija was glad to have a boat between her and Aelfric, she wondered how often that would happen. She also wondered if he would expect her to walk down that end to him or not. ‘He’ll be waiting a long time if he thinks I will ever come to him willingly’, Kaija thought to herself with an amused smile. A tinkle of the bells wiped the smile from her lips quickly and she turned to face the sea again, scowling. She would never rid herself of how violated she felt every time she heard the bells.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Aelfric decides he doesn't want to go back to the palace. Truthfully, there is little to do back at the palace. For him or his men. The Varangians routinely fill the taverns and brothels of Constantinople, what with their generous pay and light duties. Not that Aelfric has anything against drinking and whoring but right now he would prefer to be at sea.

"Port turn," he calls out, "Hard about!" "We'll head up the Bosporus and then step the mast and rig the sail."

He pushes hard on the tiller as the port oars shorten their strokes and the starboard side pulls hard. His ship comes about smartly with only a slight wallow as she goes broadside to the wind and waves. With the minimal crew, there are no relief rowers, so two hours is about the limit without pushing the men. So for the next two hours Aelfric, his crew and Kaija head north up the Bosporus Strait. His men are all smiling and row with a gusto.

After two hours of rowing in the Mediterranean sun, the Northerners, except their Lord, have all stripped to the waist and are sweating.

"Step the mast and raise sail!" Aelfric bellows out.

Immediately twenty men ship their oars, while the remaining ten hold the ships head into the wind. The mast sits in a large cradle amidships. Twenty men are needed to lift it from it's cradle and carry it sternward, placing the foot of the mast in the slotted hole of the keelson. Rigging and stays are attached as an A-frame lifting device is installed in front of the mast. The forty-five foot mast requires the strength of ten men, an ingenious lifting device, a specially designed slot in the keelson and five men on a block and tackle at the bow.

"Kaija!" Aelfric calls forward to the bow, "Get your arse back here out of the way."

The mast lays on the deck on Aelfric's left. With the men readying to lift and set the stays the ship is a hive of activity. About the only spot where some one won't get under foot for the next while is at the feet of the steersman.

"Here!" Aelfric says and points with his finger at the deck in front of him.

He reinforces the command with a snap of his fingers.

 

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Kaija enjoyed her time in peace, she didn't even care where they were going as long as the breeze was in her carefully curled, pinned and braided hair and she was away from Aelfric.

When the commotion started, Kaija was startled - she'd been daydreaming again. But as a seasoned sailor, Kaija smartly ducked and weaved out of the way but even she knew she was underfoot. She was just doing anything she could to avoid having to move to the other end of the boat.

"Kaija!" Aelfric called and Kaija winced. He had noticed what she already knew to be true - she was in the way.

He ordered her down the boat to his side and Kaija bit her lip, forcing herself into a slow shuffle down the ship. She was not prepared to have her still healing back ripped open again. The bells tinkled between her legs but she ignored them and stepped up to Aelfric.

When she was within two feet of him, he snapped his fingers and pointed with a gruff word. Her brow furrowed as though he'd slapped her across the face and for a moment she stared at him and processed the order. Slowly though, she ate her own dignity and turned somewhat, then slipped to her knees with as much poise as possible. Kaija was forced to sweep her skirt out and rest her bare ass on her heels. Each side of the white dress maintained her modesty though. Her thighs were held apart several inches by the still healing rings between her legs - any closer and Kaija was in quite some pain.

Kaija avoided his gaze and opted to tilt her head slightly to the side and stare at the wooden bannister of the ship. Her hands rested, clasped in her lap. Her braid tickled the bottom of her right breast. She brushed one free curl behind her ear gracefully and watched the men rushing about the ship to get the mast up in silence. Her tongue would only get her in more trouble.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Aelfric watches with pride as his men raise the mast under rough conditions. The sea conditions within the strait are not stormy by any means, but raising a mast and sail anywhere but in port has it's dangers. During sea combat the mast is lowered and the attack continued through oar power. Thus being trained and skilled at raising and lowering the mast at sea is a necessity. Five men haul on the block and tackle at the bow while ten men put their backs into to lift the mast into the keelson and whaletail. Five others move about working the various mast stay lines.

With a resounding thumb that shivers the boats timbers, the mast settles into the keelson and a massive oaken wedge is driven in to hold it. The stays are tightened and the sail is freed and hauled up the mast. Aelfric orders all but five of the men back to the oars as he brings the ship about to show it's stern to the Black Sea which is just coming into view. Five hundred miles or more across the Black Sea is Kaija's home. Aelfric looks down at her wondering how she came to be in pirate hands. His attention is drawn back to the sails as it is unfurled and immediately fills with the strong winds currently blowing down the strait.

Made of thick wool and reinforced with flax and leather, giving it a striped appearance, the sail boasts a blue boar's head with yellow tusks and red eyes and crest of hair. Aelfric smiles as he always does when he sees it. Absentmindedly he pets Kaija as she kneels at his feet. With the sail out and a good wind at their back, rowing is not necessary. So Aelfric orders the oars shipped and okays the breaking out of drink. A sea chest is opened that contains wineskins and drinking horns. The horns are passed out for each man.

With a sly grin on his face, Aelfric reaches down at slips Kaija's slave attire from her shoulders, exposing her breasts. He wraps his hand in her braid and lifts her to her feet. Aelfric admires her perky breasts. He orders one of his men to bring the various wine and mead skins to Kaija. The warrior slips the skins carrying straps about Kaija's neck so she is festooned with wineskins. Aelfric gives Kaija a push.

"Make yourself useful, slave," he says, emphasizing the word 'slave', "Serve my men and let them have a look at you."

"In case some of you don't know yet," he calls out to his crew, "This is Kaija, daughter of Vladimir the Oathbreaker." "The man who stiffed all of us for large sums of gold, plunder and pay."

An angry growl comes form the thirty men aboard the ship. Thirty pair of eyes from stripped to the waist, sweaty barbarian warriors look Kaija up and down.

"I'm curious, girl," he says to Kaija, "Why don't you tell us all, how you came to be captured and enslaved." "I am sure we will all find it a most delightful story."

He gives her a smack on the ass that propels her forward.

 

[monique_minx]

Kaija endured Aelfric's petting, she was unable to ignore it but it was the least of what the man had put her through so far. Kaija watched absently as the horns were passed out but she wasn't really looking. She was so busy trying to ignore what was happening and scheming up an escape attempt that she missed the shift in Aelfric's body language and expression. He exposed her breasts and the sleeves of her dress slipped down on her upper arms.

"N-uh-ah!" She had begun to say 'No' and cover her breasts but it quickly became a strangulated gasp as her face contorted in pain. Aelfric lifted her to her feet by her hair and her hands flew to grasp his in a feeble attempt to alleviate the pain.

Her eyes welled up with pain and she stood under his power while he gazed upon her exposed breasts. Finally he was forced to let go as many wineskins were slung around her neck and Aelfric pushed her forward. Kaija stumbled dangerously but caught her footing without falling.

His words stung her in the exact way they were intended to and Kaija looked around as she took a wineskin from around her neck so she could open and pour it into the nearest horn. It was not enough for Aelfric though and he divulged her identity but left out all the meaningful details - she was the daughter of a concubine, an illegitimate daughter who could not inherit and she had never met her father. Kaija swallowed fearfully as these angry men growled at her hatefully. She had a feeling none of that would matter much to them. Not for the first time did she wish her father were a better king.

She was scared for the first time since she had boarded. Noble ladies were never allowed in the company of men unmarried without a chaperone and Kaija thought she now knew why. Miriam's caution about Aelfric abusing her because of her relations to her father rang as true now. He was surely seeking his revenge via Kaija. Kaija poured wine into Aelfric's horn first as he was the most important man on the ship - certainly he held all power over her and her future at that moment. She had not forgotten his threats and promises of being handed to his men to be sodomised.

He wanted to know the story of her enslavement and she cast aside the first empty wineskin back into the crate before he spanked her hard on the ass. Kaija barely held back the whimper and the tears of humiliation as she made her way down the ship, filling horns and hanging empty wineskins off her arm. She swallowed down every ounce of fear and degradation and took deep breaths until she could speak evenly.

"There isn't much to tell," Kaija said and then slowly added, "Master." She nodded respectfully in Aelfric's direction, chewing her tongue as it pained her so much to defer as a slave that her cheeks flushed a bright shade of pink.

"I was beset by pirates at sea." She said in meticulous Greek for all to understand, "My mother and my husband-to-be had...angered me, we fought over something so insignificant that I forget what it was."

She figured that no new information would either hurt or help her cause at this point. She continued filling horns as she made her way back up the ship down the other row of fifteen men, "My fiancé knew I loved to sail so he had a boat commissioned just for me. It was not meant for deep sea travel." She confessed, "It was as small as a fishing boat but mighty fast. Unfortunately the wind blew me straight into pirates. I could not steer away faster than they could spear my sails. Oars were no help at that point."

She paused to bend and pour another horn as the man sat further back, nearer to the rail. Kaija appraised this man in awe, he was huge! His fist was the size of her head and she surmised that he would easily tower over her when standing. The other men were all big but this man was a giant by comparison. He stared at her so lecherously, she went a peculiar shade of red as she realised he was grinning at her dangling breasts. She withdrew sharply and slung the wineskin over her arm, resisting the overwhelming urge to right her dress - though it was painfully obvious by her expression that she wanted to do nothing else.

"My fiancé was wealthy and well meaning. Very wealthy. It was an arranged marriage though, my mother, you see, has quite a way with words. A trait I do not possess." She glanced meaningfully at Aelfric for a moment and then filled the last horn before depositing the rest of the empty wineskins in the crate.

"The pirates took my clothing and barely fed me. I was saved from rape only by the discovery of my purity." Kaija burned bright red and continued, "That's really all there is to it." She shrugged and the fabric on her shoulders climbed high enough to cover her hard nipples but still looked completely unintentional and then added very deliberately, "Master."

She returned reluctantly to the spot where she had been kneeling before and stood by Aelfric, waiting for his instruction but not staring at him for it. Her stance was almost painfully regal with deliberate posture and a straightened back that most slaves would neither possess nor know of. She was determined to let Aelfric know that he had not broken her spirit and that even if she said the words, she did not 'feel' like a slave.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Aelfric is on the verge of giving Kaija a clip across the back of her head until she belatedly adds 'Master' to her explanation. Instead he settles for pulling down her dress again to expose her breast to the view of him and the thirty warriors lounging and drinking as the strong wind drives the ship back down the strait. He also puts a large hand on her sore shoulder and pushes her down to her knees again beside him. Then he laughs out loud.

"A sailor!" he calls out so all his men can hear, "The slut figures herself to go a viking maybe!"

His men laugh and laugh at the thought.

"You should have stayed ashore," he says with a sneer, "Stayed ashore and been obedient to your husband-to-be." "I bet you are wishing you were more subservient to your mother and fiancee now."

"Though with your mouth and attitude, I can see your future husband taking a whip to you regularly."

He drains his drinking horn and gives Kaija bit of a kick.

"More wine, slut!"

The next two hours as the ship sails briskly back to Constantinople has Kaija running back and forth keeping drinking horns full. As the wine, mead and ale start to have an effect on the men, their leers and ogles become more constant. Eventually a rough hand reaches out to cop a feel of one of Kaija's tits as the dangle beckoningly before the Aenglish Varangians. From then on she is subjected to being felt up by all, except for her tender cunt. Aelfric grins evilly as she is treated badly by his men.

"You should count yourself lucky, girl," he says at one point, "If I didn't have specific plans for you, I would gladly let whoever wanted to, have a go at you."

"What say, lads?" he calls out "Emminently fuckable?"

This gets a resounding 'Aye" from the thirty killers aboard. Aelfric laughs and laughs, obviously enjoying any and all discomfort and humiliation Kaija is being subject to. It is only with the great city coming back into view does Kaija's work and torment cease as the sail is lowered and the oars unshipped for the pull into the small protected harbourage below the Bucleon Palace that Aelfric calls home.

 

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Kaija groaned inwardly as Aelfric exposed her breasts again, she wanted to yell at him and ask him why he didn't just leave her entirely naked but she held her tongue - barely. She felt downward and painful pressure on her shoulder and glanced sideways to see Aelfric's hand bearing down on her. Her shoulder was still an ugly yellowish-purple bruise and Kaija bit back the yelp of pain, not daring to give Aelfric the satisfaction as she went to her knees less than gracefully. This was the most subservient she had ever felt and all he had done was push her to her knees.

Kaija held her tongue as Aelfric baited her, jeering to his men about how well a whore might think herself. She was red as a beetroot as he spoke of her mother and fiancé. Kaija snorted as softly as possible when he spoke of her future husband taking a whip to her. She could not imagine Vadim Aleksandrov having much of a backbone without her mother there to back him up. He was far too 'pussy struck' by Kaija's beauty and Kaija was certain he would fold once her mother was gone and she would easily bend this 'boy' to her will. He may have been wealthy but in spite of being richly trained, the man was weak and could barely swing a sword. It was not exactly a match made in heaven, Kaija had longed for a strong man who could rival her own will. She looked around at the 30 shirtless men around her and almost laughed out loud. If only her mother could see her and what it took to tame the adventurer from her daughter! Perhaps the quiet life wasn't so bad after all...

Kaija felt Aelfric's booted foot jab her side and she swayed, landing on her hand. She scurried quickly and got a few fresh wineskins from the opposite crate, filling Aelfric's horn and then moving on to the others. Kaija's new plan was simple - gain enough of Aelfric's trust to have him relax his guard around her so she could escape. This would also prevent any further injury to herself - she hoped.

The first time one of the men grabbed her breast, she was shocked and stumbled backwards, away from the offending hand. She was grabbed around the waist and forced into the lap of another soldier who grunted at her, she filled his horn while he groped her clumsily. Kaija pushed his hands away and moved on as quickly as she could before she felt a sharp pain in her rear as another pinched her. She tried to fill the drinking horns as fast as possible so she could move on but Kaija was continually pushed and pulled. At one point, one of the soldiers pressed her breasts together as the other held her down so he could lap up wine from between them. He then forced wine straight from the skin down her throat, she coughed and swallowed as fast as she could while another made jokes about how fast she could swallow cock. Her breasts were sore and bruised and given no reprieve from the endless assaults.

The larger man whom she had quietly dubbed the 'giant' had done little to her, she assumed it was because it took more to get him drunk so she happily returned to fill his horn when she needed a break and was reluctant to move away. That was, at least, until the last time she filled his horn. She emptied the last of the wineskin into his horn and turned to go get another when he grabbed her about the waist. She squealed in surprise by his brute strength and struggled like a wet cat as he bent her over and flipped up her skirts. She was blood red in the face and felt his surprisingly gentle touch over the metal thatch of rings covering her vagina. She whimpered softly and squirmed.

"Hold still girl!" He barked gruffly, "I'm not sticking it in yer' arse for God's sakes!" The others laughed and a few came to look as well.

"It's some nice work his witch did." The 'Giant' nodded his approval, "Definitely a good way to train an obstinate bitch." The others laughed and smacked her on the ass. Kaija yelped but she noticed how careful they were with her still-injured pussy and she was grateful - it was ironic to say the least.

She looked up to hear Aelfric telling her that he'd let them all have a go if he didn't have plans for her. She blushed a bright pink as they agreed that she was 'eminently fuckable' and the Giant swatted her on the ass hard as he let her go.

By the time the sail was lowered and the men had taken up the oars again, Kaija was half covered in wine and her dress held together by the two belts she still wore. It was torn at the bottom in some places and looked at little more than ragged. Her lips were bruised by hard kisses and wine being forced down her mouth.

As she knelt by Aelfric again to be out of the way as the sail came down, Kaija sobbed quietly and a few tears escaped despite her desperate desire to control herself and not cry in front of the men. Kaija's body wracked with the stifled sobs and she wiped her eyes as fast as she could while slouching and staring at her lap. Her posture had definitely changed. She gripped the sleeves of her dress and pulled them up again very slowly, her hands trembling. Her breasts were already coming up in black and blue splotches and her nipples were extremely tender following all the abuse they had attracted.

Kaija watched quietly as the boat docked and the ropes were thrown out, she wanted nothing more than to sink into the deck and disappear but she wasn't forgotten and moved her stiff limbs into action as she was forced from the ship. It wasn't where she wanted to remain anyway - there had been nowhere to run. At least on dry land, there would be some way to escape.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Aelfric is feeling quite pleased. The new mast and sail handle well and his crew rigged the ship fine in not the best of seas. Kaija seems to be getting the message. He can plainly hear her trying unsuccessfully stifle her sobbing. Much of her haughtiness has apparently been whipped out of her. Being passed around and manhandled by his crew seems to have done wonders for her attitude. She even uses the correct expressions of submission by calling him 'Master. Albeit somewhat tardily. Soon the word will come from her mouth more naturally and without thinking. If she wishes not to be punished anyways. He is too busy steering the ship into the small harbourage to pay her any real attention besides the occassional smug glance.

None too gently she is deposited on the pier as the ship is tied off. It is a rather rowdy gang of warriors who disembark from the ship. Aelfric gives Kaija a moments notice, long enough to snap his fingers and command her to follow. At a palace entrance eunch guards stand. Aelfric orders one to see his bath is prepared for him in two hours and a meal set out. He looks at Kaija all sticky with wine and showing distinct handprints from her being pawed and groped. Her lips look slightly swollen from his men taking her and kissing her hard. A very inviting swollen too, he thinks.

"Go with the eunuch," he orders her, "Bathe yourself and await my pleasure." "You may eat if you are hungry."

"You might want get some drink inside you too. It may help."

Without a further thought of her he and his men walk away. Not a few of his men give her a pinch on her ass and a grope of a tit as they file past smirking.

 

[monique_minx]

Kaija followed Aelfric sullenly, not daring to look up lest he saw the shame written across her face. Kaija idly wondered if that's why slaves had such poor posture - was it shame or fear? She let it go and was forced to look up as they approached the gate.

Aelfric stared at her for a long moment before he ordered her to go with the eunuch, she nodded slightly and muttered, "Yes Master."

She shuddered at the thought of what his 'pleasure' might entail but said nothing of it. Most of the men pinched and pawed at her as they passed and laughed as her hips swivelled and jolted while she jumped away from them. The bells between her legs were ringing thunderously.

The Giant was second last of all and gave her a feral grin as he pulled her close to whisper hoarsely in her ear, "Maybe the Doux will let me have yer' arse. Then we can see how many times I can make those bells ring."

He turned to the soldier behind him and smirked, the smile was returned and the other Varangian replied, "She can ring my bell any day!"

The Giant spanked her hard and Kaija cried out, his hand left a large red print beneath her skirts that welted up fast. Finally the eunuch steered her away as the Giant and his friend walked off and she went with the eunuch willingly, quiet and numb to her surroundings.

She was surprised when they entered a bathhouse and looked questioningly at the eunuch who responded without her ever actually asking anything, "This is the slave bathhouse. Some of the commoners who sells their wares at the palace might bathe here from time to time. The soldiers bathhouse is in the barracks area. You'll bathe here today, your Master won't have you attending him looking like that."

Kaija nodded slowly and turned, there were a few male slaves bathing, there seemed to be two eunuch baths that were untouched by others - as if one might have their balls fall off if they touched the water. Kaija snorted softly and disrobed, dropping the dress and belts in a pile which was quickly scooped up by an attending slave. A few of the common men and slaves that were present turned to look. One even whistled but Kaija ignored it and sunk into an empty bath full of steaming hot water.

She grabbed a sea sponge and scrubbed her breasts until they were raw as though she could wipe the memory of the voyage off her skin. Unfortunately the black and blue splotches remained.

A naked woman approached the bath and it took Kaija a moment to realise it was the same woman she had met on her first day with Aelfric. The one who had happily bounced him to orgasm. Kaija blushed as the buxom woman with short, dirty blonde hair entered the bath and came right over to Kaija - the baths were approximately 8 to 10 feet across and circular so large enough for several people. Without a word, the woman began to undo Kaija's plait. Kaija snatched away from her, looking at her in an accusatory manner.

The brown eyed woman smiled gently, "It's okay." She held up her hands in a surrendering gesture, "I won't hurt you. I just want to help you with your hair. It's so long, you must need help with it."

When Kaija continued to eye her warily, the woman continued, "It's Kaija, right? I was there when you first came to the palace. You remember..." She blushed a little and smiled broadly, "I'm Alisa."

Kaija relaxed a little but still stayed away from her, "Kaija." She nodded, confirming her name and nothing more.

Alisa continued, "Master mentioned to the Jarl you were noble born. I shouldn't have listened but I do. Even know a little Aenglish but not as much as you and only words you wouldn't hear outside a whorehouse." She giggled.

"Please let me help," She gestured towards Kaija's hair, "You can think of me as an attendant if it puts you at ease."

Kaija nodded slowly and turned her back, allowing Alisa to take the braid in her hair apart. Kaija submerged herself and Alisa rubbed some sweet smelling potions into her hair.

"The men do that?" She gestured to Kaija's bruised breasts in conversation, when Kaija nodded, Alisa continued, "They were rough when I first came here. It settles when you learn to enjoy yourself with them."

Kaija snorted softly, "I doubt that will happen. Aelfric doesn't like my father very much."

Alisa hissed, "You should call him Master. The eunuchs might hear you." Alisa looked up sharply but no one seemed to have noticed.

Alisa hastily changed the subject and asked how she had come to be here. Kaija told her of the pirates and her tiny boat and Alisa smiled softly, "That sounds so lovely."

"It was." Kaija told her earnestly and sighed, "My poor mother probably thinks I am dead."

"Master knows your mother, doesn't he?" Alisa enquired and Kaija nodded as Alisa grabbed a brush and began to de-tangle Kaija's raven tresses, "Perhaps he will write her and tell her you're alive."

"NO!" Kaija shouted without meaning to and twisted around, silence fell in the bustling bathhouse and people stared at her.

Kaija blushed suddenly and Alisa waved everyone off, they returned to their conversations and Alisa looked at Kaija apologetically, "I'm sorry."

Kaija softened, "It isn't bad enough I'm the bastard pagan child of a hateful king in an ever expanding Christian world, that I haven't burdened my mother enough just by living..." Kaija stopped and took a deep shuddering breath to stop herself from crying before she continued, "...the last thing I want is for her to know I am the whore of the Varangian Guard. She is better off thinking I am dead than ever knowing that. I have shamed her enough. He may not have any regard for me but I hope that Ael-" Kaija stopped herself again, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply before opening them to continue, "-Master...I hope Master has enough regard for my mother who once sheltered him and his men, housed and bathed and fed them, I hope he thinks enough of her to never tell her what has become of me. However much he hates my father." Kaija said firmly.

Alisa nodded and Kaija turned around to allow her to finish her hair, they both hopped out and were given greyish towels that were roughly sewn to get dry, "My mother was a whore. I think." Alisa smiled disarmingly as they were both given dresses to put on and stepped away behind some screens to dress and fix themselves.

"I never had to deal with shame and things. It was hard to adjust but probably not as hard as you're finding it." Alisa said considerately, shaking her head as Kaija attempted to apologise while Alisa fixed her own short hair and then brushed Kaija's again, "I am not sorry for my life. I've adjusted, this is all I have ever known."

Finally Alisa curled Kaija's hair at the front and braided it smartly, "If you don't get wine in your hair again, we may be able to leave this loose tomorrow and you'll have some lovely curls." Alisa beamed, she even got Kaija to smile at her.

Alisa sat Kaija down at a table in a small anti room off the bathhouse filled with vials and bottles. Alisa selected a few things and placed them on the table, she took up a small tub and turned to Kaija.

"Let's see what we can do with your face. You're a bit...puffy." Alisa said gently and placed a small standing mirror on the table, Kaija cringed at the sight of her swollen lips and touched them gingerly.

"The men...I just let them," Kaija explained and Alisa nodded understandingly.

"You should. It's a lot more painful when you don't 'let them'." Alisa giggled and began applying some tan coloured powder to Kaija's face, "They can take it quite personally."

"What's that?" Kaija asked.

"It's the powdered root of a Madonna Lily and some crushed bark I think. I don't make it but I use it when I have had a rough night. It helps." Alisa offered.

Kaija thought it made her skin look smoother and less beaten by exhaustion. Next Alisa applied what she called 'kohl' from Egypt and accentuated Kaija's eyes. She took some beeswax which had ground ochre in it and coloured her lips a soft red. When she was finished Kaija thought she was almost a different person and looked up at Alisa who beamed at her.

"It accentuates your features and hides the nasty swelling redness better. I can't make the swelling go down so unfortunately your lips still look puffy but it could be natural now." Alisa told her and Kaija stood up and thanked her.

Kaija made use of the privy and cleaned her rings with alcohol provided by the anti room before the eunuch came to take her from Alisa who said goodbye swiftly and bounced off without a word. Kaija wondered where she was going but followed the eunuch silently. The eunuch brought her to a bustling palace kitchen and ordered her to a chair in the corner. He brought her a large tray of food and water. Kaija gulped it thirstily and ate hungrily, she hadn't realised how heady the wine had made her until she ate.

The eunuch led her away from the kitchens and down more passageways and up more stairs than Kaija could keep track of. It was a winding maze. The eunuch was taking her back to Aelfric and Kaija tried to quell her fears and stop herself from running away. She knew she would get lost in here and when they caught her, they'd just throw her in Neptune's Lair again - a thought Kaija could not abide.