A world turn upside down

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A world turn upside down

The convent of St. Winifred lay in the lonely wilds of Cornwall. The Cornish clung tenaciously to their Celtic roots and chaff under the rule of the Angle Saxons, interlopers from across the sea. The proud and very stubborn Cornish saw themselves as the True Britons. They had little to do with the convent of St. Winifred as it was an Angle Saxon convent. That was not to say they were impious or overtly hostile to the cloistered nuns but then neither were they open and friendly to them either. Both communities existed in their own but very separate worlds.

Little did the cloistered nuns of St. Winifred’s nor the Cornish themselves were aware that their lives were about to change in ways that they could not even conceive of. They as well as the rest of Briton had head of the sacking of Linderfield Abby by raiders from across the North Sea. Had heard about how the chapel and its holy relics, chalices and suboriums had been defiled and taken by those pagan raiders. But Linderfield Abby was a world away from them.

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The dragon prow of the Viking raider silently slipped through the morning fog, the soft sound of a chapel bell calling the faithful to morning prayers came deifying across the water. A smile bowed the lips of Lars Far Sight. These Christians and their dead Carpenter god were ripe for the pickings the Linderfield raid had proven that yet wizened old monks had little appeal for Lars. He had heard rumors of virgins dedicated in chastity to this dead god of their and that did appeal to Lars Far Sight.

They were far up a costal creek when the prow of the dragon ship softly grounded. With shield, sword and ax the raiders splashed ashore. The soft chiming of the chapel bell guiding them to the prize they sought. They lay in the tall wheat on a hill looking over the convent of St. Winifred, waited until all had entered then like an icy wind from the north they swept down on the convent, They burst through the doors the priest put to the sword. It was then as the nuns and the locale peasants where screaming and running for their lives. Some of the Vikings were gathering the altar’s sliver candle sticks, the gold chalice and paten. Others were rounding up the fleeing nuns driving them back into the defiled chapel. Soon the culling would begin as Lars Far Sight separated the young and innocent from the old, the plain from the beautiful.
 
Steren of Tintagel was a rebellious girl who had had cursed God for making her a girl and not a boy. Boys had all the fun, they learned how to build home, make tools, farm, construct boats, sail them and how to defend themselves. Girls by contrast were expected to spend their childhood preparing for marriage, learning how to cook, make clothes, furnish a home until their wedding day when a man chosen by her parents would claim her for his bride, drag her to his bed and plant his seed inside her to give her a baby. And for that child, if a girl the whole process would start again.


Steren decided she would never allow a man, any man to breed with her but there was little chance of escape. Until her best friend Oanez told her of the Convent of St. Winifred where girls could go and join the nuns in the daily ritual of prayer and where no man would ever come to try to claim them as his bride.


Six months before her eighteenth birthday Steren was summoned to attend the chieftain who informed her that on her eighteenth birthday she was to be married to the son of a farmer in the next village. Oanez who was roughly the same age as Steren was told she would marry the son of a wood cutter. The two girls fates were sealed. Both knew that within less than two years they would be mothers, impregnated by men they did not seek.

Three weeks before Steren's eighteenth birthday and four weeks before Oanez was eighteen they ran away in the night through the Cornish marsh land to the Convent some thirty miles away. Once there they begged first for sanctuary and then after a year began the prayer life which would lead them to becoming full nuns.

Oanez was told her name was the Breton for Agnes so she adopted the name Sister Agnes while Steren took the name Seva after the Saintly sister of the Cornish St. Tugdual. By now four years had passed and both girls were in their early twenties and were safe, secure and sheltered from men. Both devoted themselves to a life of prayer and were totally innocent of the ways of the world knowing they would never set eyes on a man again apart from the monks and the priests.

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That day started like any other as the community woke at 0500 hours for Prime before going to Mass and then after breakfast they made their way into the chapel for Matins. Halfway through the service the doors burst open and Seva and Agnes knew their world was about to fall apart.
 
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The raid was swift, striking like summer lightening, without warning. It was also brutal and vicious not from caprice but by deliberate design to strike fear and terror into the hearts of the local populace making them flee in terror rather than banding together to mount an organized resistance to the raiders. Lars Far Sight was well aware that his small band was vastly outnumbered by the Cornish. Strike hard, strike fast, take the booty and disappear as quickly as they had descended on the convent of St. Winifred. The older nuns seemed to bow to their fate for the most part, yet the younger sisters, the Novices and Postulants had fled in terror, tried to hide, but there was no hiding from these pagan barbarians from the north.

Like the raid the culling of the young and the old, the plain and the beautiful was as quick and savage as the raid itself. Wimples were ripped from the young Novices and Postulants head so their calmlyness and beauty could be better judged. Soon a small group of perhaps ten or twenty girls had been separated from the rest. Now the second evaluation of their youth and beauty began as Lars Far Sight slowly walked down the line of the Chosen. He let his ice cold blue eyes boldly take in ever seductive curve of their young bodies. His finger tips trailed over the sensual curve of a young beauty’s derrière, chosen at random. He hefted the breast of another, then he pointed to one very young blonde Novice.

“Strip her and see if she really is a virgin.”

The girl was dragged screaming from the line of the chosen her habit ripped bodily from her Then one of Lars’s men took her before the other young girl’s. Here again nothing was done by caprice their Fate now plain, the only question was how their virginity would be taken.

Lars Far Sight noticed to Postulants clinging to each other. One with tawny copper red hair, the other with soft honey blonde hair.

“You step forward……….”

He pointed his finger at the little tawny copper redhead and then to the honey blonde.

“And you as well.”

The men closed in closer to the chosen.
 
Agnes joined her sisters in prayer after the frugal breakfast that was their regular diet. Halfway through the office there was a sudden sound of screaming outside followed immediately by a smell of burning. The sisters looked at each other with concern and then the doors burst open and it appeared the devil had sent an army of demons to invade.

Priests fell dying joined by the older nuns while others after struggling to fight back were overcome and sorted into groups. Some were immediately put to death while others were bound and led out to be taken as slaves.

Only the young nuns remained and Agnes clung to her dear friend Seva. In walked a giant of a man who barked some orders in a strange tongue. Two nuns were dragged forward and to Agnes's horror she saw a man raise their dresses and insert his finger into their private passages. The examiner turned to the giant and said in the language of the Saxons so the nuns understood "Both virgins!" Then he added "For now!" All the invaders laughed.

Other nuns had their breasts felt and their virginity verified. Then the giant pointed at Agnes and Seva ordering them forward. Agnes saw the man who was testing virginity beckoning them. In a moment of both anger and panic Agnes grabbed a dagger from the floor and in one movement stabbed the assailant in the neck. As he gurgled and fell to his death another advanced who she also killed. "God forgive us" Agnes shouted before looking at the giant "I'd rather die an untouched virgin than live as your whore!" Throwing another dagger to Seva she added "Now you've got two of us!"
 
Seva was given courage by her friends action and with the dagger in her hand she looked round before going to back to back with Agnes. "May the Lord receive our souls in mercy" she said as she accepted her death was imminent "I know" she continued "that we cannot fight you all and we will be overpowered and killed. But we'd rather death than whoredom!"

Looking up she saw a warrior approach and held her dagger firmly "What do you pagans call Heaven? Valhalla?" She stood firm "Want to join your colleague there?" Throughout this she was aware the giant was looking, scheming, planning their downfall.

The warrior moved forward and Seva swept her blade across cutting his arm. As the man drew back Seva said "You were warned. Want more?" The girls weren't going to fall without a fight.
 
"May the Lord receive our souls in mercy. I know that we cannot fight you all and we will be overpowered and killed. But we'd rather death than whoredom!"

As one the Viking raiders drew their deadly two edged swords, the soft metallic whisper, seemed to promise the two young beauties the martyr’s death they seemed. Lars Far sight was a warrior and if he chooses the young Novices death could be swift or slow and lingering as he chose. Lars knew he should make their death slow and painful as a warning to the rest. And yet he grudgingly admired the girl’s fiery spirit, yet they could not go unpunished. Lars Far Sight dropped in to a fighting pose,

“So our little kittens have claws, I thought your dead god forbidden you taking your own lives……..”

His voice was deep and dark and he spoke their language haltingly as if trying to remember the words from a far distant past.

“………..For surely that is what you are doing by tempting me to have you cut down?”

When Lars struck it was with a swift well practiced ease. The flat of his sword came down on the tawny redheads wrist that held the little dagger. The blow forced the dagger to drop from her nerveless, numb, fingers as more that twenty raiders rushed the girls. A huge hand almost effortlessly gripped the honey blonde’s wrist and forced the dagger from her hand as well. Yes there were a few cuts but nothing of note. The two young beauties were quickly bound hands behind their backs.

“Lash the little spitfires to the mast of my ship spread-eagled. I shall deal with them later.”

He grabbed the little redheads chin and forced her to look up into his cold icy blue eyes.

“You will pay for Helgard’s death, but perhaps it will not be you but you sweet little sister who you’re your debt.”
 
Agnes was scared, very scared as was Seva but the adrenaline gave her the energy and courage to fight back with defiance if nothing else. The Leader of the raiders teased her about her faith and how resistance was suicide. Whether the questioning caught her off guard or she was just tired she didn't know but in what seemed like a blink of an eye Agnes was disarmed and at the giant's mercy. Then before she could even think Seva's dagger was snatched too.

The monster held Agnes's chin in his hands and tormented her about her fate. "You will pay for Helgard's death but perhaps it will not be you sweet little sister who pays your debt" She struggled for release dreading where else those hands would travel before the day was over.

Trying to remain calm she said "If ... No WHEN you kill us it will not be suicide. We will die in defence of our faith." Holding the the leader's gaze Agnes confirmed "Your comrade's name was Helgard? I asked my God to forgive me for killing him, it's a sin to kill except in self defence. And we will pray for his soul. We will also pray for you before we die" Then Agnes pleaded falling to her knees "We have kept our innocence and our virtue and we would rather die than surrender ourselves to you. So come ... I beg you PLEASE take our lives and end this! "
 
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Seva was holding firm back to back to Agnes while her sister in faith teased the tyrant. But there was only going to one ending and within seconds both girls were disarmed and at the mercy of the tyrant.

Seva echoed her sister's words "Why don't you end it? I'm ready to die. Please let us go undefined into the next world and we will pray for you."

The two girls heard the screams of some of their young companions who were being taken roughly by the raiders, having their innocence stripped from them as they were filled with virile pagan seed.

"Please, I beg you. We joined the convent to escape from being forced into marriage. Neither of us has ever been touched by a man, or a woman for that matter. We wouldn't know what do, you wouldn't enjoy us!"

She heard some from the warriors scream with lust as they shot their seed into the virgins at their mercy. Seva begged "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T THIS! I DON'T WANT A BABY!"
 
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When Lars struck it was with a swift well practiced ease. The flat of his sword came down on the tawny little redhead’s wrist that held the dagger. The blow forced the dagger to drop from her nerveless, numb, fingers as more that twenty raiders rushed the girls. A huge hand almost effortlessly gripped the honey blonde’s wrist and forced the dagger from her hand as well. Yes there were a few cuts but nothing of note. The two young beauties were quickly bound hands behind their backs.

“Lash the little spitfires to the mast of my ship spread-eagled. I shall deal with them later.”

As the two fiery young beauties were dragged from the shelter of their convent, Dragged from the loving sanctuary of a world of women and once more into the world of men.

"We have kept our innocence and our virtue and we would rather die than surrender ourselves to you. So come ... I beg you PLEASE take our lives and end this!”

The little tawny copper headed beauty begged as she was dragged off to await the fate that Lars Far Sight had in mind for her. The plaintive pleas of the chaste little honey blonde implored him.

"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T THIS! I DON'T WANT A BABY!"

Lars Far Sight was not through claiming the treasures of the Convent of St Winifred had to offer. What he was now looking for was not silver or gold, nor were it the young virgins of St Winifred’s who would be sold into slavery at some North African brazer where their lives would forever be changed beyond anything they could imagine. What he now searched for was St Winifred’s Mother Superior, and the Reverend Mistress of the Novices and Postulants for they would be of Noble birth and could be ransomed, besides he desired that they should witness what he had in mind for the two little Spitfires.

The two elderly Nuns with noble bearing, heads held high, boarded Lars’s ship, their wimples and veils still in place. When they saw Agnes and Seva lashed spread-eagled , their hands stretched above their heads, displayed to the lust of these pagan barbarians they piously dropped to their knees, crossed themselves and murmured their prayers.

With the scene set it was now time to select one of the two beauties to make an example of. The question was which one. The fiery redhead had led the rebellion, the little honey blonde had just followed her lead. He smiled as he remembered his words to Agnes. ……….. perhaps it will not be you, but your sweet little sister who pays your debt.” With a malicious smile he leaned close to the little redhead and whispered,

“Shall we see what your sweet sister is hiding under her habit?”

Lars Far Sight drew his dagger, let the light glint off its keen edge, he let Agnes slowly realize it was Seva that would suffer for what she had done.

Lars held Seva’s soft tear shimmering eyes captive in his gaze. He could have easily, have simply ripped her habit form her, but instead decided to slowly cut the garment from her chaste supple young body to prolong her torment. The soft whisper of renting fabric caressed Agnes senses. The obscene cat calls of the Vikings assaulted her as each patch of Seva’s flawless pale skin was reviled to their lustful gaze, the pious prayers of Mother Superior Magalia and the Reverend Mistress of Novices and Postulants Sister Crispin became more and more frantic. Bound as she was Agnes could not see what was happening to Seva, she was left with her imagination, to see before her mind’s eyes, the honey blonde’s defilement, as she was stripped naked before theses barbarians.
 
Agnes knew her pleas and those of Seva were falling on deaf ears and she knew what these pagans had in mind to do to her and her sister. She couldn't escape the irony that surrounded this situation. Both she and her childhood friend had escaped to the convent because their families had arranged marriages for them. By now both of them would have given birth to at least three children each and would have been virtual bed slaves to their husbands. But this fate was worse. Totally ignorant of the ways of the world they were to be thrust into it without mercy. Neither she or her sister knew anything of what happened between a man and a woman. But soon, very soon that lack of knowledge would be rectified.

The leader of the invaders had identified himself as Lars Far Sight and he had left both girls in no uncertain terms about what he planned to do to them. As Agnes was dragged kicking and screaming with her sister towards the ship she felt one of the raiders place his hand over her mouth. She bit down hard and deep and felt her mouth fill with blood as the assailant screamed in agony. Another grabbed her and she raised her knee kicking him right where it hurt the most but resistance was futile as ten more came forward to drag her.

On the ship she was strapped to the mast with her sister behind her. She struggled against the ropes and then saw the two elderly sisters brought out to witness what was going to happen to them. "Please ... Please don't hurt them" she begged as she saw them praying. "Lord Far Sight!" She called the leader to her "I promise you ..." She hesitated then holding her conqueror's gaze she added "I promise you ... if you spare the older sisters I promise I will come willingly to your bed. I'll let you take me, destroy my virtue, spill your seed deep inside me. If you spare the old ladies."

Agnes had no idea if her pleading would succeed or not. All she heard Lard Far Sight say was about Seva. “Shall we see what your sweet sister is hiding under her habit?”


She couldn't see but she could hear the clothing being cut from Seva and from the cheering of the raiders she knew she was being stripped naked. Two exposed their wet manhoods to her so she could see what Seva's fate was going to be. "Hold on Sister" Agnes said as tears filled her eyes "be brave, stay strong. I'm here with you!" She just hoped and prayed she would not witness her sister's rape.
 
Seva struggled and fought as she was dragged along the road to the ship and twice when Agnes fought back she hoped there might be a chance to escape but those tiny loopholes were soon closed.

Tied to the mast she saw one warrior expose himself and said that before the day was over she would be sucking him. "You put that in my mouth and I'll bite it off!" She spat her response "I've got nothing to lose!" But that was before the elderly nuns were brought out to witness their punishment.

She heard Agnes try to make a bargain for the safety of Sisters Magalia and Crispin but it seemed the pleading was ignored. Lars Far Sight said some words in his own tongue then added so the nuns could understand “Shall we see what your sweet sister is hiding under her habit?” The words cut like ice into Seva's heart and her heart raced as the tyrant skilfully cut away her clothing leaving her naked and exposed to group of wanton warriors.

Seva heard Agnes try to give her words of encouragement but next she was cut free from the mast and dragged where her sister could see her. The man who threatened to make her suck him stepped forward and indicated he wanted to take her but he was stopped by one of the leaders "Those two belong to the Commander!" He laughed as Seva shuddered and the first man just produced his shaft and shot his bolt onto the floor. Seva looked in horror as her 'rescuer' said "Soon, very soon you will be full of that stuff. It will be running down your legs!"

Seva stood up and with tears in her eyes pleaded "I'm a virtuous innocent woman. Your commander will not enjoy me because I don't know what to do!" Despite her nakedness she begged "Please ... Don't take my virginity! I don't want a baby!" Looking round she saw several of her sisters, some were being raped, others given tit fucks while a few were gagging as they sucked their master's cocks. Few, very few were left intact.
 
"Lord Far Sight!"

Agnes called in a soft pliant angelic voice.

"I promise you ..."

There was a moment’s hesitation as it the young redheaded beauty was warring with herself. Then holding her conqueror's gaze she continued

"I promise you ... if you spare the older sisters I promise I will come willingly to your bed. I'll let you take me, destroy my virtue, spill your seed deep inside me. If you spare the old ladies."

What an adorably innocent little lamb this fiery tawny copper headed beauty was. All Passion one moment threatening to kill all within reach, the next offering herself up for others. So long sheltered from the world she could not even conceive that Mother Superior Magalia and the Reverend Mistress of Novices Sister Crispin were in no real danger but were being held for ransomed. But Agnes’s sweet offer would have to wait.

Lars’s stripping of Seva was a slow darkly sensual affair. The cold caress of naked steel against her warm supple skin, the way that cold steel grazed her nipples as Lars cut open the bodice of her habit. That deadly sharp edge a constant threat. His hands and eyes intimately caressing the bound beauty’s gorgeous young body. Seva hung there for all the world to see, her pale flawless naked body bathed in golden sun light. A quick flick of that dagger and the honey blonde young beauty found herself lying prostrate at Lars feet. Before she could collect her wits Seva found herself being dragged naked in front of the still bound Agnes and her superiors from the Convent of St Winifred.

The world spun around her, a man threatened to defile her virgin mouth, other men took their pleasure from her hapless and helpless sisters. A man’s voice came to her. "Those two belong to the Commander!............. Soon, very soon you will be full of that stuff. It will be running down your legs!"

The hapless young girl pleaded.

"I'm a virtuous innocent woman. Your commander will not enjoy me because I don't know what to do!" Despite her nakedness she begged "Please ... Don't take my virginity! I don't want a baby!"

Seva’s pleading only made her the center of attention as Lars came to her. His eyes hot with passion and lust for the young golden beauty. His fingers entwined in her shimmering golden tresses His mouth crushed to hers quick and hard he had taken her by surprise and that kiss was gone as quickly as it had cum. Slowly Lars forced Seva to her hands and knees facing Agnes. Then to Seva horror she felt the naked velvet tip of Lars’s cock pressed to her virgin folds.

“Your sister killed Helgard but it is you that will pay the price my little golden beauty.”

Lars slowly began to thrust into Seva ‘s virgin chaste virgin pussy. Prolonging her torment, no matter how she fought she would be his, his by right of conquest.
 
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Seva watched as Lars Far Sight approached and examined her nakedness. What was he going to do to her? Maybe he would spare her, put her to work, use her to cook, clean, nurse the young members of his tribe. Maybe she would just be a slave.

Any hope was dashed when Seva looked down and saw the bulge between her conqueror's legs, he had one thing on his mind. She felt his hands on her hair drawing him to her and then he grabbed her and claimed her mouth in a savage lust filled kiss. In one movement the kiss was ended, Seva was turned round to face Agnes and then forced down on to her hands and knees. "Your sister killed Helgard but it is you who will pay the price my little golden beauty."

Suddenly she felt something against her sex, hard, demanding conquering. At first she thought it was a knife, a wooden stake or something else. She looked up into the eyes of Agnes as she realised it was her master's cock. The tip was causing her pubic hair to bristle as she heard the cheers and cat calls of the Warriors.

As Far Sight tried to lunge forward his hands grabbed Seva's breasts causing a shock to shoot through her body as she realised no man had ever touched her there. Seva felt her nipples harden as she cried out "PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!" She tensed as the tip of Lars's cock found her hymen "Please don't make me do this!" The cheers continued as Seva made eye contact with her sister waiting for the inevitable.
 
"PLEASE! PLEASE DON'T DO THIS!"

Lars felt the little golden beauty’s luscious body tense as her fate closed in on her. He also noticed something else, something that would shock the young beauty, her young body was responding to his rough demanding touch. Seva’s little pale pink nipples hardened to pucker taunt little peaks.

"Please don't make me do this!"

Even as the chaste little virgin begged him to have Mercy on her the velvet tip of Lars cock brushed her maiden head once more. Lars let the hapless virgin feel his cock sliding from her tight little pussy. He let the false hope that he might spare her after all take root in her innocent young mind. Then in a flash he thrust his hips forward as he drew Seva back on his iron cored cock. A flash of pain as her preciously guarded maiden treasure was ripped away. He stills his cock filling the defiled young girl. Slowly his hips began to roll to hers, long powerful strokes, dominating her frail innocent young body, he was her conqueror. Then to her horror Seva felt the pain of her lost virginity turning into something else.
 
Seva had escaped from her tribe in Tintagel to avoid anything like this happening to her. Now at the tender age of twenty two everything she had fought to preserve was about to be ripped from her.

Holding Agnes's gaze she was begging, pleading for sympathy and yet she hated her body for responding. Her nipples were swelling, hardening, arousing in the expert hands of her conqueror sending feelings she never thought possible coursing through her body and stimulating her channel.

Three times she felt Lars Far Sight brush her hymen and three times she felt him pull back. Maybe, just maybe he was having second thoughts about ruining her. Her hopes raised even higher when he seemed to withdraw almost completely and she was about to thank him. Then suddenly he launched himself forward destroying her innocence in one stroke. The pain was so intense she cried out and as she screamed the warriors cheered in triumph.

Lars Far Sight did not give her any time to recover but just kept on moving in long painful strokes each one causing the pain to ease and something else, lustful desire to build.

Seva fought it as best as she could but then a sudden fear gripped her. "PLEASE! PLEASE ... DON'T SPILL INSIDE ME! PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME A BABY!" And yet as she cried she felt her desire building. She cried out again "GOD HELP ME!"
 
Oh yes this little wildcat howled her lost innocence even as her nipples swelled against the palms of Lars hands as he drew her back onto his cock. Her lost chastity was greeted by the shout of sinful triumph of those that watched her defilement. Even as the young virgin’s mind reeled at her lost innocence her gorgeous young body had ideas of its own. The pain of her loss and her virginity where a fading memories as that pain became a dull ache, a dull ache, that began in the pit of her stomach to spread a darkly sinful fire to her ravished little pussy. Seva was caught between heaven and hell as she screamed

"PLEASE! PLEASE ... DON'T SPILL INSIDE ME! PLEASE DON'T GIVE ME A BABY!"

The young girl’s desperate plea was met with Lars long powerfully seductive strokes into Seva’s tight chaste young body as he fanned the fires that now burned deep within her.

"GOD HELP ME!"

Yet as Seva’s sinful desire build there was no help from her god, his only answer seemed to be NO as if he had abandoned her to her fate, a fate that had haunted her all of her young life. Slowly her tear shimmering eyes that held Agnes seemed to change as her unwanted arousal grew, and as her body clutched at what it desired, those soft eyes were now smoldering as her sinful desired grew.

“Come to me my little wildcat!”

His voice a dark sensually seductive call for Seva to embrace the pleasure his body promised her.
 
“Come to me my little wildcat!”


Why was he teasing her? What was he doing to her? Why was her body defying her mind? Poor Seva was on the brink of something life changing and she knew there was nothing she could do to stop it. Her so carefully preserved virginity had been ripped from her, her breasts had swollen into Lars Far Sight's hands while her womb was responding to the invasion of his cock in ways she could never imagine.

As she begged the warrior leader not to inseminate her, her uterus was preparing for the invasion. Again she looked up at Agnes pleading for understanding and then suddenly she felt her body erupt into a spasm of indescribable pleasure as she exploded into her first ever orgasm. Her channel flooded with juices from deep inside her bathing her invader's cock in its warmth as the muscles of her inner wall grabbed it seeking to milk it of his sperm. Her cries of lust brought more cheers from the watching warriors and then reality struck. She felt Lars Far Sight harden and twitch. "PLEASE ... PLEASE DON'T ... NOT IN ME! PLEASE NO!"

Then a sudden jolt of lightning hit her brain as she felt a rush of scalding hot seed rush into her as wave after of semen and sperm flooded her channel. "NO! ... NO! O GOD!" But her cries were short lived as she succumbed to her second more intense orgasm.
 
Lars savored each little gasp, each little moan of unwanted pleasure as his little honey golden wildcat twisted between heaven and Hell between anguish and ecstasy. When at last her growing arousal and youthful passions broke like a summer’s thunder storm Seva was swept way in the unimagined ecstasy of her first orgasm. The cheering and the jeering of those that watched the young Novices fall from grace brought home to her just what she had given in to.

"PLEASE ... PLEASE DON'T ... NOT IN ME! PLEASE NO!"

Even as Seva’s mind rebelled against her defilement, and her own surrender to her newly awakening carnal passions, her treacherous body Clamped down on Lars’s invading cock as if trying to draw it deeper into her own chaste body.

"NO! ... NO! O GOD!"

The little golden wildcat howled as Lars’s body stiffened, his white hot scalding cum filling the hapless young girl’s virgin fertile womb. That howl of anguish soon became whimpers and then moans and finally her screams of ecstasy as Seva came for the second time in her young life.

Lars was not content with just ripping two orgasms from his little wildcats, more than willing, supple young body. He was no content until she was swept away in a series of cascading orgasms. He smiled down on the spent and exhausted young beauty, fastened a silver slave collar around her slender neck. He lifted his eyes to the little redheaded beauty’s.

“”I believe Agnes you made and offer?”

He let his eyes shift to take in the two older nuns who were still on their knees praying fervently before returning to hers.

“Well?”
 
Agnes watched with a sympathetic eye as her lifelong friend was degraded, penetrated and defeated by a man who less than three hours ago neither of them had even heard of. She watched with horror as the monster tore through her friend's virginity and without mercy continued to ram into her. But the biggest shock was when Seva's response began to change. She was enjoying this, responding to this and then shouted out in what could only be described as an orgasm.

After Lars Far Sight had finished with Seva he placed a slave collar round her neck and before leaving the weeping defeated girl he reminded Agnes of her promise.

Agnes took a deep breath and swallowed hard "Yes, I made a promise and I'm a woman of my word" she prayed her trembling voice wasn't showing her fear "but you will recall I promised to come willingly to your bed as long as you did not harm my sisters."

Taking another breath Agnes added "Of course you can rape me as you raped my sister and I, like her, will not be able to stop you. But I can offer you so much more if you let me. But can I go to my sister's assistance first?" The giant said something in his own language and Agnes was released. Lifting Seva up she saw a mixture of blood and spent semen run down her leg. Taking her to some water she tried to cool her friend's bleeding channel as she washed her. Helping her into a soft clean dress she motioned for food and drink which she gave to the still sobbing girl.

Once she had finished to turned to Lars Far Sight "My sister and I escaped from our village to the convent because our families had planned weddings for our eighteenth birthdays. We were about to surrender our virginities to men we had never met. Instead we came here seeking sanctuary and joining in the daily life of the nuns. Now my friend has been raped and I'm about to sleep with a man for the first time in my life."

Moving towards Las Far Sight Agnes held his gaze "I know nothing of what happens between a man and a woman. But I made my promise and I wait for you to instruct me. Do you want me to prepare? Wear special clothes? Or do you want to take me straight to your bed now?" Agnes was shaking, trembling but not only with fear.
 
”I believe Agnes you made and offer?”

He let his eyes shift to take in the two older nuns who were still on their knees praying fervently before returning to hers.

“Well?”

The young tawny copper haired beauty took a steadying breath. He saw both furry and resignation in Agnes’s stunningly expressive eyes.

"Yes, I made a promise and I'm a woman of my word"

Her soft angelic voice trembled fear for the fate that she herself had chosen to save the two elderly nuns.

"but you will recall I promised to come willingly to your bed as long as you did not harm my sisters. Of course you can rape me as you raped my sister and I, like her, will not be able to stop you. But I can offer you so much more if you let me. But can I go to my sister's assistance first?"

Lars Far Sight did not choose to debate with this fiery little beauty but rather let her go to her defiled sister and tend to her. Once Agnes had seen to Seva she came to Lars,

"My sister and I escaped from our village to the convent………….

It of course was an old story that Lars knew well from his own people yet Viking maidens had much different choices than these pale Christian’s dead carpenter god afforded them.

"I know nothing of what happens between a man and a woman. But I made my promise and I wait for you to instruct me. Do you want me to prepare? Wear special clothes? Or do you want to take me straight to your bed now?"

Lars held his hand out to Agnes to lead her to his bed.

“You shall need no special clothes Kitten for you will not be in them long.”

Lars then turned his eyes to the little honey golden beauty that still lay prostrate at his feet and now wore a slave collar proclaiming that she belonged to Lars.

“Come girl!”

There could be no doubt in Seva’s mind that this was not a request but a command. He saw the shocked look in Agnes’s eyes.

“Kitten would you prefer that she stays here and perhaps be used by others,……..other who may not be so gentle?”

Saying no more Lars led Agnes to a small shelter made from the same woolen canvas as the dragon ship’s sail. He had not looked back to see if Seva was following as he had commanded he had made it quite clear her fate if she did not, the choice was hers.

The three were now screened off from the rest of the raiders. Lars reclined on a luxurious pile of furs that served as his bed.

“Remove your clothes Kitten.”
 
Agnes was fighting the conflicting desires in her mind as well as the fears in her stomach. She had often heard of the phrase about butterflies in the stomach. These weren't butterflies, they were Eagles. And she was scared, very scared.

Lars Far Sight was determined Seva accompanied them and at first she tried to object until she was told what the rest of the men could do to her sister. After being led into the bedroom area she saw Far Sight lay on the bed of furs before commanding her to undress. "Do ... Do you want me to take everything ... EVERYTHING off?" She saw her master nod as she began to unfasten her outer habit then her inner clothing. Folding her arms across her chest she looked down and saw her conquereror's swelling member and knew it would not be long before it was inside her.

"I don't know what to do next" she said trying to hide the excitement in her voice "I know nothing of what happens now!" Once again her legs shook a little with excitement and fear as she prepared her mind for her deflowering.
 
Seva was getting used to her new status as a slave with her collar in place. Her master insisted she accompany him and Agnes to the bedroom to witness her friend become a woman. She nodded when she was told what the others would do to her and struggled to her feet.

Her torn hymen still throbbed and when she stood a mixture of blood and sperm ran down her inner thigh. Following the two of them in she stood still as her friend began to strip.
 
As Lars lay on the pile of furs that served as his bed he could see Agnes was as nervous as a scared little kitten, the name he had chosen for her seemed to fit quite nicely.

"Do ... Do you want me to take everything ... EVERYTHING off?"

A simple nod was enough to tell the tawny copper headed beauty that he meant everything. The was a certain seductive quality to the way this young naïve beauty removed her clothing a natural sensuality to her movement that was as much a part of her as her fiery spirit. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw his chastened little golden wild cat kneel just inside of the sleeping shelter, her soft tear shimmering eyes demurely down cast as befitted a slave waiting on her master’s pleasure.

Agnes stood before Lars naked as the day she was born Her arm across her firm young breasts a delicate hand over her maiden’s treasure. And yet wide eyed gaze sought out his stiffening cock.

"I don't know what to do next"

Try as she might Agnes could not hide the excitement in her soft angelic voice.

"I know nothing of what happens now!"

“Come Kitten!”

Lars held out his hand to the young redhead and drew her down on to his body. For the first time in her young life she felt naked flesh on her own naked flesh. Lars fingers gently entwined in her rich lustrous hair and drew her mouth to his in a slow sensual kiss. That kiss lingered and deepen until time seemed to stand still. There was not past, no future, just here, just now just this kiss and the single life giving breath that they shared. Lars tongue led the young virgin’s tongue in a dance as old as time its self He savored the sweetness of the girl’s mouth. Slowly he broke that kiss his eyes holding Agnes’s captive.

“Shall I teach you how to please a man now Kitten?”

Seva had to watch her Master as he tenderly seduced Agnes. Where her lost of her chaste virtue had been hard, violent and demanding the honey blonde beauty now saw another side, a side that had been denied her.
 
Lars Far Sight reached out his hand to pull Agnes to him and pulled her towards him on the bed. She felt her nipples respond to the skin on skin contact and then she was pulled into her first ever kiss. Her head began to swim as the warrior used his tongue to dance with hers.

"Shall I teach you how to please a man now kitten?" Agnes didn't know how to answer so she solemnly nodded. She gasped as Far Sight moved his right hand to stimulate her left breast. Her nipple strained against the flesh sending a shock of wanton desire surging through the young virgin's body. She groaned and moaned with lust as the Viking's mouth moved down to explore her right nipple.

A feeling of lust began to build in her sex as she found herself experiencing the most basic need she had ever experienced. She wanted to reach down and slowly nurse the hardness she felt straining against her leg.

"I feel so sinful yet I feel so fulfilled" she gasped as she allowed herself to be disarmed of her moral objections. "I'm just looking forward to surrendering my virtue." This time she led the attack and kissed her conqueror lustily
 
Lars loved the little lustful moans and gasps that bubbled from Agnes’s moist ripe lips as his lips captured the young virgins pale pink nipple between his own lips, the tip of his tongue flicking at the moist tip of that hard little nub. His head leisurely shifted as he now savored the sweetness of Agnes’s neglected nipple griped it between his teeth and drew a steady cool stream of air across the feverous bud. And smiled as Agnes gasped

"I feel so sinful yet I feel so fulfilled

Agnes shyly confessed.

"I'm just looking forward to surrendering my virtue."]

Those sweetly gasped words that slipped from Agnes’s lips must have been like the bite of a whip to Seva who had been brutally taken raped in front of the barbarian’s crew and her own sisters.


Lars smiled to himself as his nostrils filled with the intoxicating musky fragrance of the little redheaded virgin’s arousal His lips kissed, tongued and nipped his way down across the young virgin’s quivering abdomen. The tip of his tongue reamed out Agnes’s little dimpled naval. A lover’s nip to the little hollow where her hip and thigh met. His hot moist breath stirred the sparse crimson downy fleece and then Lars tasted his little virgin for the first time.

Lars Far Sight seduced Agnes’s gorgeous young body with his mouth as he lashed the delicious little pussy of hers with his mouth tongue, lips and teeth. Nothing in the young virgin’s life had prepared her for the pleasure that this man brought her. Each gasp, each moan, and each groan of pleasure that bubbled from Agnes’s moist rip lips echoed in Seva’s heart and soul the difference between her own ordeal and Agnes’s wanton pleasure so very different.
 
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