Before the Dark Market

[ericviking69]

The wind is blowing briskly and the Red Dragon is moving North under sail as a brisk pace. Leif surveys the shore in the early morning light. Surprise is his most potent weapon. His crew is a mix of seasoned veterans and unblooded youth. He had earned this ship by leading a retreat for certain death in his last captains last raid. He choose not to dwell on that fateful day.

Leif and his crew were sword sworn. They were all destined to die in battle and go directly to Vahalla if you beleived the old ways. Leif was sword sworn because his father was the second son and his uncle was worried that Leif would depose him.

Leif watches the approach to the point. The helm is well manned. The long boat will just clear the rocks allow them to race to the shore. He looks back and gives the signal. The sail drops quickly and silently. Oars drop in the water and the ships moves forward a silent menacing threat.

Leif absently hefts the axe at his waste. It is the finest steel. A gift from his father. His father agreed that Leif should be sworn to the sword for the good of his clan but did not want him to die too young. Although Leif could not recognize them formally he had planted his seed in several of the more comely and sometimes willing servants at home. His father knew which ones and would recognize them if his cousin failed to meet the challenges of leading the clan.

Armed with the confidence of youth, Leif had prapred for this raid well. He had send two scouts and knew that there was a large stone church to the new god. Stone meant money. His first raid would be successful. His name would be feared.

As the shore approaches Leif shoulder his wooden shield. The iron rim may it to heavy for most men. Leif would be the first ashore. Drawing his axe, he turned and looked into each mans eyes.

The keel hit the sand and full speed riding a wave in. Leif leaped onto the wet sand. The sleepy viilage was silent. Surprise was complete. Dividing his men into three squads, they began working there way through the homes.

Leif's orders had been simple. Collect nothing until all the villagers and the church were secured. Kill men who resist. Subdue the women and children. There would be time enough to collect and enjoy the spoils of war.

Leif moved his squad toward the stone church. The door was not even locked; so trusting these Irish. Charging in, Leif found a small group worshipping the new god. A man in black started to raise an alarm but it never left his throat. His throat was pierced by an arrow.

Leif grinned at the archer. His crew was well trained. Follwing the pattern of his father, Leif demanded obedience but he also demanded that his crew anticipate his wants. The archer knew that he had anticpated well.

Leif began to survey the group of men and women cowering before him. He eyes glinted with battle rage. He dispatched a few men to secure the rest of the church. He did not expect any more resistance here.

Nodding to two of the remaining men, leaving three to stand watchful with him, they began to bind the hapless people. Fearing immediate death, some of them voided soiling themselves. Fear was in the air.

One particular woman began to resisted when Leif's man sqeezed her breasts. Leif was on him in a minute and send him flying across the floor with the back of his hand.

This was new crew man. He looked up from the floor his lip bleeding. He knew that he could have just as easily died. He had disobeyed Leif. Nothing would be savored till the village was secured. Leif glare prompted him to return to his task with greater care and speed.

Leif finished binding the woman as everone one watched. There was fire in her eyes. He made a mental note of her. Being the Chief and Captain had its privileges.

With reports that the church was secure, Leif led his crew and their captives to the village center where some eight score captives were already sitting in the mud. Here and there, there was some blood evidence that not all had surrendered meekly. His plan had worked perfectly. Soon the whole village would be subdued. With a crew of 30 men whe had taken a village of 250 men, women and children. If any of his men were killed he would use the entire village as a funeral pyre.

 

[cgraven]

Knute Larsson

Some say I am too young to be a navigator, to brash. Yet I Knute son of Lars have been well schooled at my father’s hand.

I remember the night Leif bounded in to my fathers hall, the way his voice spell bound those assembled, the visions of adventure, plunder, Maids so fair and sweet for taking, his call;

“And who will go a Viking with me?”

This very morning ,my hand on the steering oar, the furling of the sail the dip of the oars, as we silently glided through the fog, up the river to take the village by surprise. The battle hard and desperate, for these Irish knew how to fight, yet no match for Norse iron. With bastard sword in hand , my round shield blocking their blows, and angel’s kiss of cold steel taking their lives, we cut them down like wheat on” harvest day.”

I stand their soaked in their blood. The battle rage ebbing, and Leif there, tall and confident. A squad at my back to do his bidding, the heads of three messengers dangled from my hand, no messagener would leave this village to light the signal fires to herald our arrival, and I am proud to be his sworn swordsman this day

 

[ericviking69]

Carnage - Leif

Leaving a few men to watch the gathered captives, Leif moves off the rest to crush the remaining resistance. There is a shield wall of brave men but they are no match for Viking might.

Leif leads his men to attack from their flank joining Knute and his squad mid the carnage...Leif watches Knute in single combat with the last Irishman. It is a fierce fight. Then with a sudden surge it is over with a lethal final blow. Knute clove his helm and head splitting the warrier to his navel. This fight would be remembered long.

Resistance crushed....all the lving are collected to the village center.

 

[ericviking69]

Village Center -Leif

occ -sorry to be so long winded but need to set up the stage

Leif arrives back at the village center....most of the men are there...and some 200 villagers....he reckons that there are a few hiding and more are dead.

He counts his crew...three men short...two from Kunte squad and one from the other. The village would burn at least part of it. His men would have a firery pyre and all present would mourn...though perhaps not for them...

Looking around ...Leif spies her....the feisty one....He strides over towards her....Leif figures she is as likely to know where the richest persons in the village live as any one else. Besides, he liked the idea of persuading her ....

 

[cgraven]

All had succumbed to our surprise and skill at arms all but one last stalwart group, the backs to the wall they pressed hard the other squad, their shield wall steady each shield overlapped and locking a solid front.

Leif the battle rage on him again leads us to the fray and we take them in their flank. The crashing thunder of shield upon shield rents the air. My shield shatters with the force of our blow, I cast it useless remains from me both hands on the hit of my bastard sword the rage takes hold a upward sweep takes the Irish spearmen under the arm, cleaving him in quarter. Gore and blood the coopery taste of blood on my lips and I thirst for more. How long it was I no not, for time stood still in my rage. He stands before me this defiant Irish warrior, he trust his spear as I dodge the lung My bastard sword came down cleaving through the crown of his helm, splitting the warrior to his navel. “Last Strike” of the battled deliverd.

Now was time to build the funeral preys to speed our honored dead to the halls of Asgar. A dozen Irish dogs, laid at ther feet to serve them in the neither world. This task was my honor and gladly I did it. A fair maid to meet their need in the afterlife. I slit the throats of each chosen and laid her in her master’s arms.

 

[Cailen]

The arrow sits tightly on the bowstring. My breathing is coming in quick, shallow breaths. My hand is fighting to remain steady. The back of my arms scream as I pull the bowstring back evermore. *whoosh*. *Thunk* The arrow lies just to theleft of the center of the target. The target is crude, a piece of wood painted with clay. But my younger brother made it so that I could practice my aim in secret. Women were not supposed to fight, but I was not like the women of my village. I can't cook or clean or sew. I need the outside, I need competition I need... I still need a little work...but I can injure any man who comes at me. Smelling the fesh air and pacing, my ears pick up a faint sound.
The Village! I can hear the women screaming and men yelling...and the stench of smoke is slowly wafting towards me. My family! Quickly I gather my gear, hiding a tiny dagger at my thigh by tying a ribbon around it's sheath. All I can think of is to run, to get to my brothers as fast as I can.
As I near the village, I slow my pace. I come quietly through the trees, hiding. I can hear the shouts of men. The languuage sounds Nordic. Damned if those norsemen are going to ravage my home!
But... I can't hear many of my kinsmen. All of the souting is the Vikings, but they sound triumphant...
I string an arrow to my bow, and creep to the center of the village.
There I see only a few of my kinsmen left. Standing near is a great viking, young and proud.
Better to die now than in the hands of the raping bastards. I aim my arrow at his heart.
As I prepare to shoot, he looks at me. His icy blue eyes freeze my arms and my will. Only then do I sense someone behind me.

 

[cgraven]

The funeral ritual completed the squad returns to the Village I linger for final fair well to my comrades as the smoke carries the spirit and plunder to Asgar surly the Valkqury will come to greet.

My never on edge I skirt the edge of the wood, there yet may be more Irish lurking. A faint sound, then silence, again a shadow darting from tree to tree, figure emerges The bow drawn, a glint of light form the tip, and quickly I follow the line of sight Leif.

His head turns fearlessly he meet the archer’s gaze, a knowing smile. The pommel of my sword descends, and the arch crumbles to the ground.
I kick the still figure in the ribs and roll it over, no fearsome warrior, but a lass lays there.

“Leif your reputation proceeds you not half day spent on they shores and the maids have already armed themselves in fear of your, powers.

I drag her unconscious body by her lustrous red hair. to the feet of Leif.

“I shall teach this one a lesson in respect and the proper role of a maiden my Liege Lord if it is your will”

I throw back my head and roar with laughter” the battle rage ebbing and another need building as I gaze down on the calmly maid.

 

[ericviking69]

The spoils of Battle

occ...the timeline is a little muddled - sorry...but we should be back on track

Leif directs knute to bind the girl indicating that he would think on her training regimen. There is gold to ber harvested. He orders knute to take five men and strip the gold from the church. Leif indicates that there is a treasure room on the second floor...

Leif surveys the captives...the village and church are controlled...the watch fires were not lit...there are fours hours before the ebb tide ....It is time for the harvest....after the gold is collected, there would be time enough for other pleasures.


Where is that girl....yes there she is again....trying to hide in the crowd. Leif strides through the captives kicking a few aside for effect...

Leif graps her hair and lifts her fave close to his and demands "Where is the headmans house? Did anyone in his household survive?"

When he does not get an immediate answer, he twists her hair a bit tighter. He demands, "Girl, your name?" His emotions are still high and firery from the fighting. He could easily rape and kill but something stops him for now. Is it her emerald eyes? Her wavy red hair?

Leif is pleased to see the fear in her eyes. He will enjoy experiencing this one. She seems bright enough to understand that fate brings both good and ill. Leif parts the bodice of her dress while he waits for an answer.

In a givering voice, the girl answers, "Brigid". Leif drops hers back to the ground to turn his attention to collecting the treasures.

Twisting the mental knife, Leif hisses, "You will know well before we are through".

He turns his attention to girl that Knute captured.

 

[cgraven]

Leif directs me to bind the girl, indicating that he would think on her training regimen.

” There is gold to be here harvested, take five men and strip the gold from the church. There is a treasure room on the second floor.”

“ AS you command my Captain, I pry let me tame this spitfire, bend her to serve the needs of a man, “Her Master” whishes in all things as is the rightful duty of a slave…….and to serve cheerfully”

“Olav take three of the squad and make for the church I will join you shortly.”

I turn my attentions to the girl laying half conscious sprawled on the ground where I had dragged her to the feet of Leif. She was now moaning as her sense slowly returned to her. Rolling her on to her face, I cruelly bind her hands behind her back. This minor task accomplished I roll her on her back an kneel between her legs my hands searching up her legs, for it was not uncommon for woman to carry a concealed blade for household tasks or maids to defend their honor, and there strapped to her thigh I found the hidden blade. Her eyes fluttered open and hatred blazed in them for me.

“My little wildcat you still have a claw I see.”

I take the blade and toss it on the growing pile of plunder.

We found the treasure room. This “New God “ was a very weak god as he could not protect his people or treasure. We ransacked the room hauling away fine silks, spices, incense, a golden chalice, a silver cross and a small chest of silver and copper coins. All these we added to the mounting pile of treasure wrung from the Irish village by fire and sword.

Again I stand over the spitfire lust in my eyes. As I lick my lips and my eyes strip her.

If only Leif would grant her to me to train her to humble her for by her garment she was a women of some station in this village oh the sweet revenge to be handed to a mere squad leader rather than to be taken by the bold Captain.

 

[Cailen]

Slowly, I gain conciousness. My wrists are bound painfully behind me, my feet are bound as well. There is a man feeling my bare legs. His hands swiftly find my hidden knife. They were Nordsmen. Vikings. Dogs, according to my father. The man looks at me and sneers. I raise my chin in defiance. He is looking at me in a way that chills me to my soul. It as if I am lying before him, naked, vunerable, the way my mother had been so many years ago when she was shamed.

His hands move to my waist. I struggle to sit a bit. Just far enough...yes. I spit in his Viking face.
"Curr! Mutt!" I hiss.

As he raises his fist, I work hard to keep fear from my eyes.

 

[cgraven]

The little wildcat spit in my face.


"Curr! Mutt!" she hisses there is fire in her eyes hatred and an arrogant pride I yearn to humble. My hand slices through the air.

‘’ SMACK’’

The sound resound as the back of my hand hits her cheek.

‘’ Hold you tongue girl. I care nothing of what or who you where. ‘’

I tower over her my eyes a blaze with anger.

‘’ You are plunder, like the treasure of your pitiful god’s temple. Nothing more than a bobble to be doled out by my captain as a little favour for services done………….What do they call you girl’’

I wait and raise my hand again.

 

[ericviking69]

Red Haired Girl

Seeing that Knute had matters well in hand and taht the Harvest has started...the gold and arms pile is beginning to grow...

It was time to terrorize the women and make the men feel helpless. Where is Brigid? Leif has promised every man at least one woman....some will find maidens...They know that each will get his choice but not till after he has made his choice as chieftain.

Leif's discipline is harsh but loyalty has its rewards. Leif knows that Knute is taking an interest in that tigress so he will not take her first but Leif may finish her breaking in by ravishing her ass. He knows that Knute would not begrudge him her maidenhood if he elected to take it first.

Leif relished the power that came with being chietain. Power of life and lim. Power over his captives. There is room on the ship for five captives. He had room for two before but with three fallen, now he could take five.

Looking for a soldier, Leif sends him to find a straw tick (mattress of the day) that was fresh enough to bed a girl. The soldier grins wickedly knowing that the second part of the harvest is about to begin.

With everything in order, Leif pulls Brigid to the center of the square where there is less mud. There is a stout hook used for slaughtering animals that should be perfect to hang her by her bonds while he cuts off her clothes and exposes her treasure. He red curls around her treasure would be delicious.

Where is that tick? Leif could feel his manhood swelling in anticipation. He knew that he needed to make Brigid scream to terrorize the village. He also knew that he would enjoy it. Raping with an audience always made his blood boil. The only thing better was taking a woman in a full battle rage but as Captain he needed to forego that pleasure and deal more harshly with it in his subordiantes than his now dead chieftain who failed to control his crew.

He could feel Brigids body tremble under his touch. He was sure that she had never known a man. He did not look at her. Leaving her guessing at least in part. Mentally he toyed with the idea of singeing off the hairs around her treasure. He had seen that done once.

Here comes the tick now. Leif roars for everyone attention. Leif tells everyone that he had his three fallen comrades had been rewarded but now he was going to begin to extract the blood price from the village.

Leif hangs Brigid by her bonds over the hook. Every villager beleives that he is going to slaughter her like an animal. Leif pulls his dirk from his belt. He slides it down her bodice cutting the fabric away....

 

[Cailen]

His hand strikes me, hard. My face in the dirt, my eyes begin to grow moist. I can taste blood in my mouth and at least one tooth is loose. I had never anticipated a blow of that power. Blood trickles out the side of my mouth and down my chin.

I hear him ask my name, and see him raise his fist again. My mind races. I don't want to submit to this viking dog, but it looks as though now I have little choice if I am to survive.

"M...Mo...Molly. My name is Molly." These words sputter through my lips, and blood slatters on top of his already bloodied armor. I wince and cringe, assuming he will think I spat on him again out of spite. But no blow came.

I look up at his eyes, they are shining.

"Molly..." He says as his fist lowers and touches my cheek gently where he struck me. "You will be mine, if my liege allows it." My eyes go large at this prospect, for I know what it means.

"I am no virgin, sir," I lie. "I am damaged goods. You do not want me. Kill me with my family, I beg of you." A tear runs down my cheek, into his palm. I am damned for sure now. Lying, begging, and now crying, all in front of this dirty Nord.

He looks at me with something that could resemble pity. He reaches his hand into my hair...

A scream. We both look to the center. I see the captain stringing up a girl on a meat hook. Who is it? Oh God! It's Brigid! He is going to kill Brigid!

I see him begin to cut her clothes away, and I understand. He isn't going to kill her. He is going to do something far, far worse.

 

[cgraven]

"M...Mo...Molly. My name is Molly." …………."Molly..."

My eyes hold Molly’s. I watch as her eyes go large filled with fear and loathing at the prospect of being raped by the Viking scourge.


"I am no virgin, sir,"………"I am damaged goods. You do not want me. Kill me with my family, I beg of you."

I smile at her pleading to join her slaughtered family, her pitifully weak god in a promised paradise that would hardly interest a Viking, no wrenching, and drink or ale hall anything but singing.

A Scream splits the air chilling the blood and I watch Life prepare a red-haired maid for a little special treat.

My Lips Find Molly’s and I kiss her savagely my tongue raping her sweet mouth, the taste of her blood trilling. I spin her around, my arm around her throat, my free hand working her shift from her skirt as Leif starts to cut the clothes from the bound beauty.

“Watch Molly and see what fate awaits you my little wildcat.

My hand finds her naked breast beneath her shift, my hand mauls her firm young breast rolls her nipple between my thumb and fore finger. Molly’s nipple stiffens despite her struggles the tears stream from her eyes, then my nail cruelly bites into that taunt sensitive bud and her screams mingle with Brigid’s.

How I wish That I will begiven leave to take this one and break her spirit and bend her to my bidding to in the end she begs for my touch. But I wait tell permission is granted by Leif.

 

[ericviking69]

Brigid's Surrender

Leif is enjoying this part of the harvest. His goal is to terrorize the entire village to extract as much gold as possible. This red haired damsel will be an example. The same or worse could happen to enyone who does not cooperate fully.

Leif commands that all the children be taken into the church under guard. They are too young to see what will happen next. He notes that his men are carefully selecting those too young to be of interest and not letting those who are ripe slip out of their grasp. Planning and training are paying off.

Leif continues to use his dirk to cut away Brigid's clothes as she dangles before him. He can see in her eyes that she is willing to submit. Her eyes sparkle with that special fear. This is a woman who wants to be possessed. Leif pulls her hair and whispers..."Scream or I will need to really hurt you"

Leif is pleased when she lets out a scream to curdle blood. Her lythe body hanks before him naked. Her breasts taught as she hangs by her bonds with her feet swinging freely.

Leif's eyes are attracked to the tuft of red hair between her legs. Taking a torch and a tankard of strong spirits, Leif blows flames over her sex singeing the hair from her treasure. The air is filled with the smell of burnt hair. Brigid screams again on cue. Leif smiles inwardly at how fast this one learns.

Leif inspects his work. He finds her treasure smooth as he brushes away the ash. There is a slight blush from the heat but no real damage. Brigid groans against her bonds but Leif can see fire in her eyes. There is wetness between her nether lips.

With great cermony, Leif strips of his leather jerkin. The iron rings make it very stiff but not as stiff as his revealed manhood. He turns to face the villagers He can feel a groan pass through the crowd as those realize he is going to rape her.

Leif lifts her from her hook and drops her on the straw dick. He roughly kicks apart her legs. In a brutal thrust, he slides his manhood into her tearing her maidenhood. Brigid screams again almost deafening Leif. Leif looks in her eyes and see a glint of mischief as he begins pumping in and out of her bleeding pussy.

Brigid wrythes as those she is in agony but her eyes say don't stop. Leif finds a steady rythymn and Brigid wails. After an appropriate moment, Brigid's legs wrap around Leif's waist holding him tight.

Lief pumps a few more times and erupts in her. Lief fills her pussy with his seed. With some effort, Leif stands leaving his prize on the straw mattress. He manhood bloody with her maidenhood, leave turns to face the villagers. Letting them see the results of his pleasure.

Lief signals Knute to hang the second girl. The one with the arrows. Lief did not think she would be trainable, a hell cat. If she did not prove trainable at least to some degree, she migh not survive the day Lief mused. Knute would explore her pussy and maybe take her maidenhood to start. Lief knew several ways to train a woman who did not bend to his will. Maybe he would rape her ass or make her lick Brigid's blood from his dick and then rape her ass. However first things first.

Leif gives Knute permission to proceed and turns his attention to helpless villagers. He can see fear in every eye. He announces that he and his men with continue taking there pleasure until he was certain that he had very bit of gold in the village.

Leif is pleased to see several men heading off into this house and the next. The village was surrendering to him. Give his men the opportunity to enjoy a successful raid and this long boat could slip back out to sea.

Leif looked at the sun, about three more hours till the ebb tide. That should be enough time.

Leif returned his attention to the redhead who had played her part so well. He had raped her but he had not. A strange mix of passion and surrender. She would survive. He was sure there was not love but there was obedience. In time she might give him more than her body.

Retreiving his dirk he cut her bonds. He eyed her oozing cunt with momentary pleasure. Almost as an after thought, he tossed the remains of her dress over her and turned his attention to Knute's efforts.

 

[cgraven]

Molly’s Trial Begins

I force Molly to watch each act of Brigid’s humiliation, and rape. Each time Molly would drop her eyes A sharp twist of her nipple brought her eyes back to the scene played out before. Her.

When Leif is through making an example of Brigid he nods to me and I smile.

“Molly it is your turn to help your people to survive……………..Your the head man’s daughter you will be taken, have no doubt about that.”

I let my words sink in to this wildcat….."

"You might as well enjoy it …I know I will.”

Molly’s arms are bound behind her back, I take her bow slipping it behind her and under her arms and bind her arms to her bow. A loop of line and Molly is hoisted on to the hook. She hangs there her firm young breast thrust forward. Molly hangs their like a shadow of her new weakling god. Will she save her village by begging to please me as Brigid eyes had Leif, or would she seek to death?

I take the helm of her skirt in my massive hands and slowly start to tear it the rent rasping in the still air as more of Molly’s bound legs come into view. The rent garment flutters to the ground. I pick up a spear and I bind her trim ankles to the shaft, cruelly spread eagling Molly, sculptured legs.

I rip her fine linen shift open, She is naked before, Viking and villager alike. The tatter shift, flutters around her, only accentuating, her supple body. My coarse hand covered with the dried blood of her people slowly caresses the smoothness of her ivory thigh. A wicked smile crease my face, as my dry, calloused, finger invades the sweet innocent of her pussy and massages her hooded clit, slowly bring that bud of passion to life. My eyes hold hers captive as a tear trickles down her silken cheek.

 

[ericviking69]

Watching - Leif

Leif is watching Knute's effortd to break this wild cat...

Leif hopes her spirit is not entirely broken....she looks like one he would like to take and keep at least for the voyage home...

Leif ponders interveneing to tell her that screaming is all that is required to bring it to a speedy close....then decides to watch Knute a little longer....

The spectacle has made his flagging manhood rise again....as he stands over Brigid....

 

[Cailen]

molly

Watching Brigid was horrifying until the end...strangely, though, her final screams sounded more like screams of pleasure than screams of pain...But then again, my nipple was on fire from where the viking kept twisting it, so it was hard to pay attention to anything else.

But now my aggressor has me hung up and naked before my village and his disgusting viking crew and captain.

He reaches down and plays with my cunt. I know he is trying to scare me, maybe arouse me. But I refuse to do either.

Maybe I should ask for death... I could bite, or curse, anything to invoke the anger of this man. But looking at Brigid, I realize that I may be her only hope. I am also my father's only daughter. Without me his blood will cease to walk the earth...no, it is not time for my death.

But I will not make it easy for this man. I bite my lip, hard enough to bleed, and try not to scream...

 

[cgraven]

Knute

The little wild cat has spirit yet even as she bites on her lower lip a ruby red trickle, and they are so red, full and tempting. I know what Leif demands, and her fate if soon her screams to not split the late morning air, She will become the arches target, her death slow and painful. Yet even as she wither s on my finger her body betrays her, her clit swelling a drop of dew nectar on my hand. My finger probes into her moistening vagina. The tip nudges her maiden head. her bold words a proven lie. I exert a little more pressure so she realizes I know her secret. Now my finger s return to torture he swelling clit. Then without warning my nail bites into that tender bud.

 

[H'venlee]

Brigid

This man....no, this viking.

I feel his power as he plunges into me, ripping me open with his lust. I scream, but not of fear. He wants to teach them, and I plead with him, not for my life, but for more of his power. My hips move beneath his, acting as though to flee, but more so to aid him in his taking of me. My eyes flash mischeiviously at him as I thrust up, playing at an effort to unseat him. I feel him slide deeper into me.

Pressing into me again and again, I wrap my legs around him, holding him tight. I let a few wails erupt from my throat, yet I know they are cries of pleasure, not pain. His manhood swells within me, and I feel his seed spill forth, flooding me, as my body quivers in a moment of passion.

He stands, slowly, showing everyone my blood smeared across his body. It is a warning to them all.

He orders the other man to have his way with Molly. She looks so frightened, bighting her lip so. I would wish to talk with her, but the man drags her to where my viking had taken me.

I feel him glancing at me as I lay there watching what has happened. I turn my eyes to him, glancing knowingly out of the corners of them. He kneels beside me and his dirk swiftly cuts the bindings around my wrists. He holds me, his eyes focused on my mound, still dripping my blood and his seed. He tosses the dress around me, before standing again me to watch what is happening to Molly.

I see the scene unfolding before me, and a strange feeling comes to me. Not fear, but wanting. Needing to feel this man take me again and again. I look up, seeing his manhood stirring oncee again. His eyes glance down on me, and I offer him my smiling eyes.

 

[ericviking69]

Terror - Leif

Leif grins fiercely as the villagfers are lead off one by one with his soldiers. They return with more small caches of cold and owrked metal. The is obvious fear.

The sorting of the unripe and too young into the church has left enough for his men's pleasure. Still naked and bloody, he releases a squad to choose....each according to his taste. The weak blood of this village would be fortifed with Viking seed. Leif kept a weather eye that none became to violent. He wanted the word to spread that he was too be feared but he wanted them to surrender rather than fight to the death.

There were the usual wails of lost honor from the women. The gnashing of teeth by the men but he had seen this all before. He storde among his men, teasing them about not getting the job done. Urging them to release their seed.

Leif was also looking to see if there was another one that seemed a likely prize. Brigid would enjoy his company for a long time. Maybe Knute's firebrand would too. He had three more spots curtesy of his fallen crew.

He found a woman about Brigid's size. He commanded her to strip. It was wonderful to watch her tremble. Leif just wanted her dress. Brigid needed something to travel in. Her dress had suffered when he cut it off.

ONe by one the squad was finishing up. Two more to go. Leif detailed them off to relief those at the church. The treasure collected had now surpassed his expectations. He would leave them something to rebuilt. They might have Viking to raise.

The second squad reported eager for there chance. Leif just nodded. Leif smiled grimly when two chose to take the same woman together. Her body accepted the tweo invaders with ease. Her passions rose with his men. Maybe there was one more to take. She seemed pleased to have her ass and her cunt filled. This was a woman for men.

And so the rest of the time went. Leif handed Brigid the taken dress. And began moving his sated men and treasure towards the long boat. Molly, Brigid, and that other wench in tow.

A successful raid. And a sailing on the ebb tide....

 

[Foxy Wench]

Molly

He has found out my lie. I can tell by the look of triumph in his eyes. His hand strokes me a bit more, pressing to me. I feel his nail bite into my softness, and I yelp. A feel a fire run through me, filling me with rage more that fear now.

I twist on the ropes, struggling to get free. He roughly grabs my legs to hold me still.

"Fighting will get you nowhere now little warrior." I see a sneer on his face, and feel a heat stab through me as he buries himself deep in me, tearing me open with his lust.

I fight more, feeling it only aid him in sliding deeper into me. His fingers bite into my thighs as I struggle with all I have left in me. He thrust hard into me, pounding, taking from me.

I feel a slight need arise in me, one I have never felt before. It is a strange pleasure coming from where we are joined. But just as it starts to rise, I feel the viking thrust into me one more time, and flood me.

I stare at him, my eyebrows knitted together, wondering what that might have been.

 

[cgraven]

Molly lays there still spread eagled strapped to her cross her virgins and my seed running down her lily white thighs, for the villages to see her shame. Her tears freely wash her face, my mouth bites her earlobe

“I think a sea voyage will calm you my sweet little wildcat for your training has just begun and you will learn to serve me and sit naked at my feet and gladly do my bidding.”

I watch as my words hit Molly like a fist.

“And you learn to love.”

I cut her bounds and she crumples to the ground. My fingers entangled in her firry mane I drag Molly to her feet, and start to head for the long boat, the “Dragon of the sea that bore us to her village. Naked, bare footed she struggles to keep up. Spying a fallen Irish warrior I hurl Molly sprawling to the ground, strip his mail shirt, from his lifeless body and throw it at her.

“Put that on Wildcat, cover yourself.”

I smiled at the irony Molly, the ” Little Warrior”, having nothing but a mail shirt to wear. I see the horror of recognition as she gazes on the lifeless corps.

“Did you know him?”

With out waiting for an answer.

“On your feet ” Little Warrior” or do I have to drag you by your hair all the way to Scandia?”

 

[Foxy Wench]

I stare at the corpse that the viking had taken the shirt off of. Brian was my closest friend, the one who taught me to fight and hunt. I swallow a sob, not letting this man know.

He thinks I will serve him...even love him. How little he knows about me. I will do no man's bidding, least of all him.

He throws the maille shirt at me, expecting me to put it on. I yank it over my head, the maille cool against my hot skin. It falls just to my middle thigh, hardly enough to properly cover me.

"On your feet "Little Warrior” or do I have to drag you by your hair all the way to Scandia?”

I rub my head, remembering his hand yanking my mane as he dragged me there. I got to my feet, and shot him a definant look with my eyes. I see him chuckle, as he buries his hand in my hair again. I flinch, worried that he will drag me, even though I stand before him.

His head nears mine, and I can see the look of lust in his eyes just a moment before his lips pressed to mine.

 

[cgraven]

Defiance flares in Molly’s eyes her stubborn pride strong still , aw yes she will serve me and serve me willingly till I tier of her, If not she will still serve

My arm around her waist, I crush Molly to me. I claim her mouth, my tongue taking its pleasure, raping it. A hand forces her lily white thighs a part, I toy with her firry downy fleece, then slip into her moist violated passage to tease and please her clit, till her knees buckle with the intensity of her orgasm. I let Molly’s spent form slide down my body to lie in a heap on the sod. Kneeling next to her I jerk her head back by her hair.

“Oh yes my “Little Warrior” you will learn to serve me”

I pause my eyes holding hers captive.

“And you WILL learn to like it………Now on your feet.”



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