Skjoldmø

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This is a closed thread for cgraven and midnightoy

The world of the Viking in the early medieval period was still a pagan society that where the gods of Asgard held sway. It was far from the ridged society of Christian Europe with its squabbling Kings, dukes and earls. It was a world of the Thing. Every free man had a duty to meet at the Thing’s common-meetings. Also, women and handicapped people could attend the Thing. Among other items, the Vikings elected their King at the Thing. These common-meetings might last several days, therefore the Thing was also an occasion for a large marketplace and festival and the halls of the Thing followed freely with mead. It was were the "lovsigemann" the law reader, the man recited the law so no man could make a law unto himself. It included everybody as citizens, except the slaves and those exiled from society - the outlaws.

Yet the governing principle of the Viking worlds was honor and along with honor revenge. In the Viking world’s old adage: "A slave takes revenge at once, a fool never takes revenge", a good man, however, simply waited. He left his victim unaccosted for a long time, up to several years. Then, just as retaliation seemed to be forgotten, one day he would suddenly attack his enemy with a masterful stroke - hard and inexorable. It was that concept of revenge that Lothar held for the Irish. They had defeated his father and had sullied the honor of his family. He would make of their chaste daughters "trells", slaves, as the Vikings called them, they were not mentioned in the law because they were not protected by the law. The slave was owned by his owner in the same way the owner owned his domestic animals.

He would take one of their chaste young daughters and first make her a threll and then his skjoldmø, “Shield girl”. Yet Lothar came from the small village of Strand in the Thing of Ragland. He would have to find men that wished to go a Viking. He knew the Danes had settled in Zetland Islands, Shetland Island, as the Britons called them and others in the Orkney Island. These same Danes had even threatened Ragland itself. He knew that they looked on Ireland as their own to raid and to occupy as their settlement a Waterford made quite clear. And yet a strike at the Irish, and the Danes would be a delicious revenge on both and would go far to restore his family’s honor.

When Lothar sailed he sailed with but a single dragon ship and one supply ship for the treasures and slaves he would bring back. Irish slaves to toil as threll on his eighteen farms, and Irish girls to warm his bed trough the long Scandinavian winter nights. The journey across the fog shrouded North Sea. A Watched set in the prow of the dragon ship, The steersman kept a close eye on the little shard of the stars that had fallen to earth that always pointed to the North star its home in the sky weather you could see it or not. It had been three weeks of enduring the fury of the North Sea before the lookout in the prow called Land Ho as the coast of the fabled emerald Isle came into view through the shifting fog.
The broad mouth of Donegal Bay opened before them and like a ghost upon the seas they silently slid through the great bay and the little settlement of Sligo that huddled around the convent of Saint Mary Magellan. Lothar and his men descended on the little settlement in an irresistible wave from the sea, a wave that left death in its wake for all those that resisted. It washed up against the walls of the convent, battered at its gate and flooded into the sanctuary. Battle lust had seized the Vikings and the older nuns were butchered, the younger nuns raped, and the youngest of the novices herded into the chapel to await death or ravishment.

 

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Cecilia was a Young Irish Girl that was sent to the nuns in Saint Mary Magellan. She was to stay there a year to learn the silence and the Beauty of the Natur. Her father had always sent his daughters there and his sons where tuat somewhere else much more safer from enemies since his sons were more important then the daughters.

Cecilia was not one of the easiest daughters her father had but he had hoped the last one of her Kind. He felt that she was like him a fighter and that the gods were wanting to humilate him letting her be a female instead of a male like she should have been from Soul and fight.

Thats why she had a hard time at home to do as told or just take the fact that as a woman she wasnt really seen and needed like her Brothers were. She hated it that the females were only good to lay with and warm their beds look after the children they made and all the things the men never wanted to know about.

Cecilia had been there in Saint Mary Magellan now a good months time. She always tried to slip away and enjoy the peace and Natur for herself to do as she wished and not as told. Thats what had happened this morning as well after breakfast she sliped out without a nun seeing her she walked around looking at the animals while they played or searched for Food.


If any of her Fathers enemies would have known where she was they could have easly used her against her Father and maybe it would have worked. Her father always had the most Problems with her thick headed mind and way but she was one of the loveliest and smartest Girls yet and his favorite knowing if it came to the worse she would be able to fight at his side which others might not be able to.

She was heading back to the nuns as she hears screams and metal she just couldnt believe it she knew she had to hide before they saw her and she had to hide her bracelette that was the only Thing that she had with her that would Show anyone who her Family was.

She quickly ran into the barn where the cows and cheep were to hide in the hay. When she had found a place to hide she quickly took off her bracelette and looked to where to lay it but then remembered if she didnt have it she would have no prove of who she may be so she quickly wraped it in her hair that she had put up this morning half way so it would look at first like it was only a peace of jewerly that was Holding her hair and not very valuable.

Hearing foot steps getting Close she took a deep breath covering her mouth and then tried to lay as still as she could under the hay not noticing that her one Slim foot was not covered like the rest of her Body.

 

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Lothar’s chain mail shirt hung loosely over his padded leather jerkin armor his iron sword was drawn and stained with the blood of those her were foolish enough to resist. The Viking Chieftain knew the secret to a successful raid was to strike hard, be ruthless, and create an impression you invincible. Lothar also knew dead men were worthless as slaves and live men little better as they would always long for what they had lost. Women, young women made the best slave and once they had a bastard in their bellies they were tied to the land of their master. He made his way to the chapel where the younger novices had been collected.

“Stand!”

His men forced the terrified young Novices to their feet. With a nod from their Chieftain his men stripped the young Novices veils and wimples from them so they stood bear headed before Lothar. He let his eyes leisurely take in their supple young charms as he examined each. Most slinked back their fear shown in their wide eyes. Two did not, one was a dark auburn haired beauty and the other was a flaxen haired girl he pointed to both and his ship’s captain placed a Threll’s collar around each of their slender necks and bound their hands behind their backs. The rest of the young maids were for his men.

Lothar roamed through the convent grounds, though not as rich as the Irish monastery they did have their attractions like the two young maids he had just collard. He made his way to the convents barns. They would need grain and livestock to feed not only themselves but slaves they would take back to Ragland and Strand. He was half distracted as he had not fund an Irish maid worthy to become his personal Threll and Skjoldmø. He turned and was about to leave when out of the corner of his eyes he caught a movement, a trim little ankle that was defiantly feminine. Lothar grabbed that trim little ankle and drew its owner out from under the hay. The Viking Chieftain knew he had a little wild cat on his hands.

 

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When Cecilia heard one of them in the barn she closed her eyes trying to stay calm and to remember what her fahter told her about if she had ever gotten cuaghten what to do. Her fear started to grow as she hears his foot steps get closer to where she was hiding and as she heard him start to leave again she sighed in relief.

Suddenly she felt a hand around her ankle and then that someone pull her out of the hay her hands quickly went to her dress so it wouldnt be pulled over her head with him pulling her out like that and tried to keep her legs shut as well.

"STOP!"

She struggled and wiggled trying to get free again so she maybe could run away and hide till they were gone but she had this feeling deep inside of her that was not going to happen.

She turned herself on her belly searching for somthing to use like a sword to hit him with or atleast distract him enough so he might let go of her ankle. She tried everything she could so he wouldnt see her face right away.

Then remembering her bracelette that was in her hair she turned over again trying to use her free leg to kick at him.

"Let me goooo!"

She wasnt sure if he even understood her but she had to try. Everything she found ont he floor she tried to throw at him.

 

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"STOP!"

The little wildcat screeched as Lothar pulled her from the hay pile by her trim little ankle. The girl’s skirt rode up the sensual curve of her calves, passed her knees as her sculptured legs flailed and ticked out at her tormentor. Her delicate hands wildly flailing in search of something to use as a weapon to defend herself and her virtue with. Her skirts were now up around her thighs, the girl’s skin was smooth, flawless, and velvety soft. This was a young girl of quality that had never know a hard day’s work in her young life. She turned herself on her belly searching for something to use like a sword to hit him with or at least distract him enough so he might let go of her ankle. She tried everything she could so he wouldn’t see her face right away. the little hellion screamed once more in an imperious voice.

"Let me goooo!"

Lothar was pelted with anything that came to her hand as she twisted and fought to escape him.

“Gunter, Lars, Ragnar come see what I have found.”

Lothar fell upon the girl, straddling her and knocking the wind from her. He easily pinned her hands above her head.

“What do they call you Girl?’

Lothar asked the struggling young beauty in her own native Gallic. He smiled down into her smoldering azure blue eyes. He could see the hatred there, the panic, and yes the fear in their smoldering depths. Even this petite little wildcat must realize her pitiful little struggles were useless against this dark blonde monster from the sea. Cecilia had to know that her life as she had know it was over, that her fate laid in the hands of these monsters from across the seas. Every Irish lad and lass knew to pray to god for deliverance from the Norsemen. It now it was quite clear that Cecilia’s god had not answered her prayer. It was at that moment that Gunter, Lars, and Ragnar burst into the convents barn to see Lothar pinning the little wildcat to the floor as he sat astride of her.

I see you have found a Valqurie Lothar.

Gunter teased his chieftain.

Do you require assistance in taking this little nun Lothar?”

Ragnar chided.

Cecilia may have been able to fight one man off but four?

Lars, Lothar’s Ships Captain held out a Threll’s slave collar to his chieftain for he knew well that his girl Lothar would claim as his own.

“Let see what this little wildcat looks like”

Lothar pulled the veil from the young girl’s angelic face. And then forcibly ripped the veil and wimple from her head to reveal her dark crimson tresses.

“Place my collar about her neck Lars and bind her hands behind her back.”

Lothar swung from the young beauty and waited to see if the l would accept her fate.

 

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Hearing others come in she sighed knowing there was no running away now she might have been able to run from him if she had gotten free but from them all she wasnt going to be able to and she knew if she kept her Identity to herself she might be killed or worse but if she might say who she is she might live to see tomorrow cause of the use of her against her father but they could also kill her just becuase of her name.

She gasped as he pulled her veil off her head showing her red firery hair and her freckles as well as her blue eyes. She was scared she didnt know what to do as he then spoke with the other three men she looked for somthing a way out or somthing to help her. She heard him then tell one of them to put somting around her neck and tie her hands behind her back and got up.

She looked around for a sec and then jumped up to run for the window of the barn to jump out so the four men who wouldnt be able to fit threw would have to run around the whole barn to catch her. She looked behind her see three of them as she turned to look where the window was she bumped intot he fourth man she didnt really think of since she was only thinking of running.

She ran into Ragnar and fell backwards and gasped she scooted fastly back away from him and then backed up against Lars. Before she could react or turn away from him as well he grabed her arm pulling her up to stand before him her back against him holding now both arms.

She tried to fight and struggle but he held her tightly.

"LET me goooo!"

 

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Cecilia was pulled to her feet a strong hand gripping her arm, to stand before Lothar. He watched as her stunning blue eyes darted from one man to another. There was no mistaking the fear he saw in their clear azure depths. Yet Lothar saw something else in those stunningly beautiful and expressive eyes, the determination to fight at any cost, warring with the girl’s own intelligence that told her that resistance was futile. Lothar was a warrior he saw the young redheaded little wildcat’s body tense ever so slightly as she made a break for the barn’s window.

The stunning young beauty twisted from Lars’ grip ducked under Günter’s arms and ran for all she was worth for that window and the illusion of escape. A quick glance over her shoulder was Cecilia undoing as she ran straight into the bulk of Ragnar. The collision knocked the stunning young beauty down and she landed on her firm little ass with a thud. Ragnar griped Cecilia’s arm in a vise like hold and dragged her to her feet he turned her in his arms and wrapped them around her eliminating any chance of the young beauty’s escape. She tried to fight and struggle but Ragnar held her tightly.

"LET me goooo!"

This young redheaded beauty demanded. She spoke with an apparent air of authority, of one use to giving orders, and having them obeyed.

“What?”

Lothar’s voice was deathly cold. His fingers entwined in Cecilia’s fiery mane.

“And who do you think you are Girl?”

Lothar snapped her head back and up by her hair his hand went around her slender throat as he firmly held her his eyes searching the fire azure depths of his little wildcats. His fingers brushed the bracelet that Cecilia had woven into her hair.

“Ragnar what is this bobble she wears?”

Ragnar painfully pulled the girl’s bracelet from her silken tawny copper mane. He held up the finely wrought bracelet. Its delicate beauty spoke of its richness and value this was no peasant girl’s trinket.

“And who are you My pretty little wildcat.”

With no place to run and no place to hide Cecilia’s fate was rapidly closing in on her.

 

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She screamed as Rgnar was told to look at what she had in her hair trying to grab at his hand so he wouldnt get it but she hadnt been fast enough she sighed some and tried to fight more.

His hand on her throat kept her from able to move much afraid he might snap her neck or make her pass out then she was really at their mercys and that she didnt want at any costs.

"Who I am Who the H...Are you!"

She tried to stall it as much as she could not to have to say her name knowing it was probly for her best when she had to say it she would say her name just not her family name.

She struggled as she saw somthing on one of the men that made her freeze, she had a older brother that had dissapeared a long while back she was a baby when he was taken and killed so thought her father since they never found him alive nor dead.

Her father always thought it was some animals that complittly ate him up or was so badly eaten that no one noticed he was a dead body.

Her fahter was up then very carefull about things he gave his children and space where they may move in afraid that it might not have been a animal but just said it to ease his wifes mind and theire children.

It was a small chain with a lucky charm that her father had made himself therefore she knew it couldnt be just a accident or some sort. Was he it him self that was just raised with these men taken back then or was he one of the children whos father had killed him.

She shook her head not wanting to think of it much as she griped at the hand on her throat coughing some having to tippie toe slightly to stay standing.

Ragnar looked at the bracelette closer seeing a family symbole and showed it to him and smirked some, before he could say anything to Lothar she knew if she didnt say anything now he might just figure it out who she really was.

"My name is Cecilia....and may I know now who the umm who YOu are!"

 

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"My name is Cecilia....and may I know now who the umm who YOu are!"

“Lothar of Ragland”

He proudly proclaimed as his hand tightened around her slender neck.

“Cecilia……….”

He spoke her name, his voice hard flat, emotionless as he held her smoldering blue azure eyes captive in his gaze.

“And you Family name Cecilia?”

The young beauty was trapped if she gave her family name her fate was in the balance death or ransom equal possibilities. If she remained salient then death and rape could be her fate. No matter what she chose there was danger. Truth or a lie neither grantee her safety and there was something in this man’s dark hazel eyes that told her it would be unwise to lie to this man.

 

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She whimpered some tilting her head back some so her fingers could grip his hand so she tried to lossen his handl. she raised a leg trying to kick at him so he would let go trying to hit him somewhere he would diffently have pain even if she would hit him there and not just some strong other man.

she then said shyly and quiet afraid what might happen.

"Sæter.... Cecilia Sæter Daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter"

She sighed as tears rolled down her cheeks her father had always warned her to run off and then get caught and she dindt know if they were enemies of her father or just men who plundered towns and took their money and jewels.

She looked over at the one man in the room she feared most was he of her own blood or the blood that killed her blood a long time back and if he was her blood why didnt he ever try to come back home or reach out to help her good he didnt know who she was till now she said her name.

 

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The fiery little wildcat’s pitiful efforts to kick back at Lothar, to try and knee him in the groin were laughable as if she were the first maiden he had ever held by the throat and hair. A little squeeze of his hand around that slender neck, just enough to make the girl gasp for breathe and slowly fall dizzy against his broad chest.

"Sæter.... Cecilia Sæter Daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter"

Lothar could not believe what he heard. Could it really be true, that the daughter of his most hated enemy hand fallen into his hands. The Man who had brought dishonor on his family when he defeated and killed his father like a dog his hands bound behind his back, not a warriors death but that of a lowly Threll that had displeased his Master.

“Cecilia Sæter Daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter"

There was a deathly quality to the Viking’s voice as he slowly repeated her name, a malicious quality that told the stunning young beauty that Lothar of Ragland was no friend to her kith and kin. She saw the flicker of recognition in young Günter’s eyes then a wicked smile bowed the young Vikings lips.

“Such a great Lady.”

Lothar taunted Cecilia.

“Such a great Lady should be entertained my friends.”

Lothar shoveled the young beauty at Lars as his hand grabbed at her Novice’s habit. The sound of clothe being torn caressed Cecilia’s ears as Lars caught her in his arms.

Yes Lothar we must be her humble servants.

The men by now had formed a tight little circle around the trapped little beauty and Lars shoved the girl towards Ragnar as he tore her habit open her firm young breasts exposed to their lustful eyes.

Perhaps this great lady should entertain us my friends.

Ragnar taunted the young girl as he shoved her towards.

Günter caught Cecilia in his arms, her habit was hanging in tatters around her and the young girl was bared to her waist. His fingers ensnared her fiery copper mane and he drew her lips to a breath of his and whispered.

Welcome to your new life baby sister.

Günter mouth crushed to Cecilia in a darkly passionate kiss that raped the young girl’s chaste mouth. When Günter broke that sinful kiss he ripped what remained of the girl’s habit from her gorgeous young body leaving her naked before these men. He then shoved her so hard that she fell lying prostrated and naked at Lothar’s feet.

 

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Cecilia gasped and tried to catch air but felt dizzy and leaned against Lothar and the next thing she noticed is that suddenly all the men stood around her pushing her back and forth form one to the other and by each man she got a bit more bare.

She whimpered and tried to catch herself each time to maybe fight back thou she stumbled mre over her own feet then able to change anything that had happened.

Her eyes focused and she saw Günter so close to her lips she tried to pull herself aways as she then heard his whisper she gasped and frooze wanting to scream as he then raped her lips for a kiss she then was on the floor before them all nacked.

She tried to cover herself to hide maybe that what they havent seen or not long enough she couldnt believe it it was him her brother and why was he doing this to her and alowing them to do this to her.

 

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As Cecilia had feared the name of Geirrøðr had brought an ideate response on that left the chaste young beauty naked and clutching her arms to her breasts and her legs tightly pressed together Laying at Lothar’s prostrate at Lothar’s feet.

“Bind and stretch her.”

Lothar commanded. Lars, and Ragnar eagerly fell to the task ordered by their War Chieftain but it was Günter that took the most delight in following Lothar’s orders. Cecilia’s arms were drawn above her head and tied to a timber in the barn. Lars and Ragnar stretched her long sculptured legs far apart. Günter looped a rope around his little sister’s left ankle and tied it off to ring in the barns floor He then bound her other ankle in like manner. The delicate young beauty was spread-eagled, her chaste virgin pussy lewdly displayed, open and vulnerable to them. Only the little tuff of tawny copper fleece covered her pussy offered her any sense of modesty.

Lothar seemed to be searching for something in the barn He smiled as his hand laid upon a pair of sheep shearing shears. Slowly he came to the young beauty that was bound and stretched as if she were a sacrificial sacrifice. Lothar let the cold unyielding iron of the shears trace the line of the girl’s jaw, slide down her slender throat, down between her heaving breasts, and across her quivering belly. Slowly he began to shear her tawny copper fleece from her Mon. and when nothing but stubble was left he called for water which Günter eagerly fetch. Lothar bathed the girl’s Mons and pussy with the cold water and then took out the knife at his waist. He stretched Cecilia skin tight and breathed a warning to her.

“Be very still Cecilia Sæter Daughter of Geirrøðr lest I cut you.”

The rasp of his knife against soft velvet skin. Each pass of the knife left noting but bare skin in its wake until not a single fine copper hair hid Cecilia’s treasure from their leering lecherous eyes

“Pretty, pretty “

Günter whispered in the girl’s ear.

“Soon you will have a little bastard in your belly.

“Lars places my collar around her neck and lock it in place.”

Collard like a common slave, bound as a virgin for sacrifice all the little redheaded wild cat could do was await her fate.

 

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She cried hearing her brothers voice telling her that she would soon have a bastard in her belly really afraid she would soon. His breath was hot and dancing over her skin making her shiver her head leaned back whispering back.

"why?!"

She wanted to tell him how much father had missed him and wished he was still alive and not tinking how much mother had suffered thinking her oldest son was dead because of some animals if she knew he was alive she would be so over whelmed with happiness.

She just hanged there she knew when she should stop fighting to save her energy for a later time where it might bring her somthing maybe like freedom but out of this mess she was going to get out of so easly if even really.

She looked at them all and then back to Lothar.

"If you give notice to my Father he would pay you as much as you wish ....Im promised to a King pleaseeee.... "

She didnt dare look at Günter she knew that Lothar was the one who had somthing to say so she tried to speak to him only and ignore the others afraid that her fear might get to much of her if not.

"Lothar from Ragland you could even make a deal with my Father anything he wouldnt deny you anthing for my life but if I am damaged in any way and me being wedded to a king that wishes me untouched then I am wor...."

Then she noticed what she was about to say that if he touched her again that she would be worthless to her father and that might just mean her death or worse so she tried to think of somthing else to say as tears rolled down her cheek knowing she was lost now.

 

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"why?!"

The word slipped silently from the young girl’s lips, a question of why her own brother Shamus, now known as Günter, could threaten such a scandalous and forbidden act. With that silently whispered word all fight seemed to go out of the little redheaded wildcat. Unable to fight these men physically bound as she was Cecilia took tact.

"If you give notice to my Father he would pay you as much as you wish ....I’m promised to a King pleaseeee.... Lothar from Ragland you could even make a deal with my Father anything he wouldn’t deny you anything for my life but if I am damaged in any way and me being wedded to a king that wishes me untouched then I am wor...."

The little redheaded beauty’s voiced trailed off and too late she realized the mistake she had made.

“Where you about to say worthless daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter. That if your chastity, and virginity were defiled you would be worthless to your Royal cockled and to your proud Nobel family.”

Cecilia watched as Lothar pulled off his chain mail shirt and his padded leather jerkin. He stood there before the bound girl bare chested Kneeling between Cecilia wide spread thighs, he fished his cock from his beneath his kilt.

“I have never had a kings betrothed before.”

Lothar taunted the young girl. Lars, Ragnar burst out laughing as Cecilia fate closed in on her. Yet it was Günter who laughed the loudest his eyes brimming with hatred for his sister.

Lothar rolled his hips to the bound girl’s the velvet tip of his ridged cock spread her coral pink labia. Again he rolled his hips to Cecilia’s and the tip of his cock brushed the girl’s maiden head the very symbol of her chaste innocence and her worth to her family and future husband the King. Once more Lothar rolled his hips to his little wildcat and with a blinding white hot flash of pain Cecilia Sæter preciously guard virginity was nothing more than a fading memory. Lothar took his pleasure from her gorgeous virginal body and when his lust was satisfied he simply slipped from her. All her hopes and plans for the further were swept away with her virginity. It was Lars that next came to Cecilia and he fucked her hard and fast and soon his seed mixed with that of Lothar’s. Ragnar came next and continued the little redhead’s gang rape. Last of all came Günter the family medallion dangled from his neck his dark eyes held Cecilia’s.”[/i]

”you have no idea little sister how long I have waited and wanted to do this to you……… Cut her feet free Lars I have a special prize I wish to claim from the king’s betrothed.

Günter turned his sister onto her stomach drew her up on to her knees and spread the firm cheeks of her ass and Cecilia felt his cock pressed to the dark star of her virgin ass.

 

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She whimpered feeling Lothar between her legs she shook her head tears rolling down her cheek. She now wanted to die as she felt Lothar thrust in her and take the last thing she had now was gone that was her only prove to keep ehr future safe nad rich but now it was gone she would never see a noble home or such as a noble young lady.

"Stop pleaseee...."

She whimpered as she moaned trying to hide that her body was getting aroused She then felt the other two fuck her as well harder and faster then the one before.

She just let her head hang her eyes closed knowing the only one left was her older brother hearing his whisper that he had wanted this a time now and was getting now the chance and was going to take it.

He demaned her legs to be freed so he may turn her as he did she cried out more wiggling trying to pull her hips away from him. She then screamed feeling his cock press at her dark star wanting to enter.

Her hands griped tightly to the rope that held her in place her hips struggled and her legs tried to push him back even tried to kick him hard not to let him take her.

"Oh goddd... Pleaseeeee stop!! nnn... NO!"

 

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"Oh goddd... Pleaseeeee stop!! nnn... NO!"

Cecilia sobbed as she felt her malicious big brother Günter press the tip of his cock to the dark star of her virginal ass. His body molded to hers his teeth grazed her earlobe as she struggled so hard to protect her virgin ass.

When you were just a child father caught me spying on you when you where bathing. He warned me he would not tolerate such behavior from a Geirrøðr. Well he caught me again and again so he sold me into slavery Little sister.


He softly whispered before he bit Cecilia’s earlobe as he cruelly trust his cock into her tight little ass.

Now my sweet baby sister you shall be mine whenever I want you.


He thrust into his helpless sister until his balls slapped her puffy labia with each thrust. Günter viciously fucked her virginal ass, his hands slid around her gorgeous young body to pinch and tug at her tender pale pink nipples. Each vicious thrust set her firm young breasts swinging. It seemed like hours of torment before he came deep in his little sister’s ass. He simply slipped from the exhausted and spent little beauty. Günter gave her pert little ass a sharp swat, his hand print glowed crimson on her creamy ivory skin.

“ You’re a great fuck Lady Geirrøðr.”

 

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He was suddenly deep in her ass that made her scream out as she felt his hot breath dancing and caressing her ear and neck she hears his voice tell her what really happened back then her father had always told her that he wasnt sure if he was dead or alive. He had played in the woods where father had told him many times he shouldnt and then he was gone.

Thou father lied to everyone she wondered if mother knew it as well or if he had also told her the same story. After the pain stoped and she only felt him thrust in and out of her ass she felt this weird warmth grow deep in her and it started to feel really good thou she tried everything to keep him from noticing it not wanting to give him the pleasure of her defeat.

His voice came then again and told her he would have her when ever and wherever he wanted this made her shiver. Feeling him cum deep in her she cried out again as she then felt him pull out and then his slap he gave her on her little ass.

"Ohhhhhhhh goddd..........Ahhhhhh!"

when he pulled out of her and left her there to lay she sobed she tried to untie her hands so she could hold herself she was way to weak to run now she was sor Lothar was a pretty big guy and her brother also the other two she didnt feel as much as those two.

Her breathing was a panting her heart beated so fast and her tears wettend her face. She just stayed laying there her eyes closed and crying, she didnt know what to do with her legs no matter what she did with them it hurts she thought.

Thou it did feel better inbetween somthing she had never felt before but afterwards once again it hurted she just hoped her body would get used to it taking Lothar and her brother Günter.

 

[cgraven]

Günter was a cruel man and he enjoyed raping Cecilia’s innocent mind as well as her supple young body. Whiter he was her big brother or not made little difference just as long as the young girl believed him. The fact that Shamus Geirrøðr was sold in to slavery, that he was a trell, a slave in Ragland was beyond doubt. The life of a trell was tenuous at best as they were seen by their masters as little better or worth more than their cattle. A trell was just another domestic animal for their Masters enjoyment.

The little redheaded wildcat screamed,

"Ohhhhhhhh goddd..........Ahhhhhh!"

As Günter spilled his seed deep in her tight little violated ass. She lay at his feet her arms still bound Lothar’s trell collar about her neck. She lay there naked as the day she was born as she tried to curl into a little ball, defeated all thoughts of resistance for the moment gone.

It was at this moment of her utter defeat, her innocent dreams of what her life was to be swept away with the loss of her chaste virginity. Rough hands untied her delicate wrists and then bent her arms behind her back where they were retied. The bitter end of the rope that bound her arms was run up to a ring at the back of her trell collar. Lothar fingers entwined in Cecilia’s tawny copper hair. He drew the sobbing girl to her feet by her hair and bound as she was Cecilia had to hold her bound hands high in the small of her back or have her trell collar slowly choke her. Lothar attached a lead to the young beauty’s trell collar and led her from the barn naked, her sweet feminine charms for the entire world to see. He led her through the coven t and down to the strand where his ships were. Where the other slaves were placed on the supply ship Cecilia was brought aboard the dragon ship and bound naked to the mast for all to see where her gorgeous young body would be on display and vulnerable to the crews crud attentions.

And so Cecilia Geirrøðr journey to Strand in Ragland, and that of her new life as Lothar’s trell.

 

[midnight_toy]

She laid there weak and helpless it felt all so fuzzy as if she wasnt really there. it felt like she stood next to herself watching what was happening and not able to change it.

She only knew someone had untied her and retied her, the more her arms hung down on her back the worse she got air to breath. She had to hold her arms in her middle of her back to be able to breath normal.

She then felt the cool sea air dance and caress her silken skin and the attention of the crew. Her eyes searhced for her brother and her now Master Lothar, was he not going to keep her for him self as his prize she thought. She knew her life was going to change it had already but as soon as they reach the land of his home Ragland her life was no longer going to be in her hand.

She listened to the winds of the sea it was like a song whispering in her ear her home, her land and her life farwell, she prayed to her god that he may rescue her or keep her safe in his arms. She was a strong soul a fighter if you will thou she didnt know how much longer she would be able to fight.

It was night the stars and the moon givig the only light for them to see where they were sailing to, all the men where sleeping but a few that kept their eyes open for danger of the sea. She had a tear roll down her cheek as her voice started to sing into the night a song her mother had always sung to her children before they slept while her eyes were locked on to the moon in one way hoping her mother may feel and hear her voice singing farwell to her.

Was she weak to give into her new life was it wrong to forget who and where she came from to ease the futrue that may come and what she may become. These thought went threw her mind as she stood there on deck nacked bounded to the mast of Lothars ship. Her eyes followed the waves in the sea as they comfort her seeing the wind force the water to move to change in each and every movement it was forced to make. Was she the water and Lothar the wind or was it far more int he past were the wind had already started to change her destiny.

It felt so long ago that she felt the grass of her fathers land between her toes and the warmth of the sun that forced it self threw the trees to ease her pain or lonelyness when she laid in the forest listening to the animals. what was the land of Lothar like would she still have a good life at the end of the bed from Lothar.

She decided that she couldnt fight to much longer she would have to live with her life as it was going to be now. She was sleeping listening to the waves of the sea the wind as it blew over the ship and the men that worked waiting for home land to show. She then heard a voice call out land home our family. She raised her head slowly so that her firey hair moved to reveal her new home to be as a bed warmer from Lothar she wondered if he had also had a wife or children would she serve only him or his family or even all his men.

She didnt say a thing just watched the men grow happy and eager to get home and show what they had all claimed for themselfs.

 

[cgraven]

Like a naked sea nymph Cecilia was bound to the Dragon ship’s mast. Most of the day the men bent their back to their oars as they pulled the ship out of Donegal bay and on to the broad North Sea. The wind whipped the girl’s silken copper hair around her angelic face, and the sun bathed her gorgeous supple young body with is warmth. She was given a respite from the agony of the way she had been bound when they raised the sail, the ship heeled over running before the wind. Lothar just chained Cecilia to the ships mast again, yet he allowed her hands to be free. He did not say a word to her, he left the stunning young beauty alone with her thoughts, with her fears, to anticipate what her new life as his trell, and his slave would be like.

When Lothar’s warriors were not bending their backs to the oars they gathered around the bound naked beauty. Those they did not take her as Lothar, Lars, or Ragnar, and Günter had their hands intimately explored her naked and vulnerable young body. They mauled her breasts twisted and tugged at her delicate nipples and drove their thick fingers into her chaste tight little pussy giving rise to the young girl’s fear that her Master might share with them all, require that she please them all with her young supple body. Yet after the first day they tired of their game of tormenting and humiliating her.

One morning as they slowly slipped through the North Sea fog, the hypnotic, rhymic, dip of the oars into the running seas the faint fragrance of pine, spruce and balsam was borne on a fleshing breeze. There was a visible excitement among the crew as they rounded the headland and started to pull their way up the fjord it would take the better part of the day but they had caught an incoming flood tide to speed them on their way home. Lothar once more came to Cecilia,

“Place your hands behind your back girl.”

Lothar was testing his little wildcat to see if she had truly begun to accept her fate. Whether she did or not would make little difference in the end for her hands would be bound behind her back and to her trell collar she was bound her ankles tied to a spreader bar facing forward so that the people of Strand could see the daughter of the house of Geirrøðr naked and brought low a trell to the house of Lothar of Strand of Ragland. Bound in this humiliating position Cecilia watched the steep sides of the fjord slide by and narrow as they approached the village of Strand. This rugged land was so different from her Emerald isle’s gently rolling hills and oaken glades. The land her was rougher, steeper, and the pine and fir forests so different so alien to anything the young girl had ever known. The farms clung to this rough land sandwich between the fjord steep sides and the water's edge.

“Günter leash the girl and bring her to me.”

Lothar commanded. Günter bowed lowly in submission to his Chieftain’s will more than willing to get his hands on her again.

His dark cruel eyes held the little sisters stunning blue eyes captured in his unblinking gaze. His body pressed to hers.

“Welcome home little sister.”

As he spoke his hand slid down her quivering abdomen over her shaven pussy to slide between her soft pink maiden folds. He slowly finger fucked her bringing her to the edge of the abyss that offered such sinful and forbibben pleasure he held her there, savoring the first musky hints of her growing arousal then he let his finger slip from her chaste young body leaving her wanting for what she knew not.

“I will come for you baby girl, and you will bear my bastard sweet sister.”

Günter freed Cecilia from the Mast, her arms still painfully bound behind her back and to her collar.

“Lothar.”

Günter handed Lothar the young girl’s leash so she could be led through Strand so all could see the humiliation of the house of Geirrøðr.

 

[midnight_toy]

Cecilia Sæter daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter was no longer the life she would be living the life she knew till now was over. She was now Cecilia trell of Lothar from land ragland, a bed warmer a servant to his will.

She wanted to let her head hang low so her tears werent seen that welled in her eyes seeing young ladies and men laugh at her thou when she did she started to choke herself sine she couldnt raise her arms high enough on her back to ease the force on the collar she wore.

She was bare down to her feet the only thing that was hers to remind her of her life beofre was a bracelett that she would put around her ankle as soon as she could and a small mark on her ankle sort of a tattoo marking her familys mark thou if she were found dead or a peace of her body that everyone who lived in the land of her father would know who she was.

She followed Lothar trying to ignore the names they were calling her or other things as she made her mind up knowing she would have to live now to save her life meaning she had to do as Lothar wished of her as best as she could to live to maybe return to her father one day thou she knew he wouldnt see her as his daughter no longer but she knew if her mother lived till that day she would have ease to her mind to know she was well.

She knew this might all be to a end fast but if she could do her best and it was enough she might still be able to live a discent life at the end of Lothars bed.

While she walked her ivory skin that was lightly red from the sun over the sea shimmered slightly in the sun her bare slim feet tried to watch where she was stepping as her heart shaped ass which was a nice hand full bounced lightly mathing the movement of her steps as did her petite young breasts with her pink rose buds which were standing from the cool air. Her firey red hair swayed and danced in the wind her blue eyes shimered with the light and the tears that welled in them while her red lushes lips tried not to trimble of fear of what may come as the words of her brother also still rang in her ears.

She felt so white so bright compared to the other females that walked around this land of Lothars thou the females he brought with him also were not so dark either but for a noble girl she was a bit to dark her father had always told her to stay out of the sun but she loved the sun and its warmth therefore it was hard for her fther a husband to find for her which she was to marry in 2 full moons thou that wasnt going to happen now either. She wondered what story he was going to tell over her missing.

Was he going to lie like he did when her brother was missing was she dead now for her family for her mother and the land of her fathers and her to have been soon husband or was he going to tell only that what he knew. Had they left one nun alive to tell the story of what had happened there or had they left it to his imagination of what could have happened.

If he doesnt find her body what would he say just say he had or would he really take in the thought of saying she was kidnaped and maybe already dead or a slave to some animal.

She was so in her thoughts as she hadnt noticed Lothar stop as she looked up she had to stop walking right away almost running into him only standing a breath away from him she quickly took a step back hoping he hadnt noticed or didnt mind since she hadnt bumped into him. Soon her question she had burning in her mind about Lothar and his life was going to be answered was he alone was she to serve only him or did he have a wife or even children which she would have to serve as well.

 

[cgraven]

Cecilia Sæter, daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter, was led through the village of Strand naked. This young girl was the very symbol of the village’s hated enemy. Her humiliation and defilement the revenge on her family for their lost of honor, for their brother’s and father’s that had been killed with Lothar Ragland’s fathers. They were not killed like Vikings in honorable battle sword in hand but had been slaughtered like cattle their hands tied behind their backs and their throats slit. There would be no kind word for the naked young beauty, none in Strand would do anything to relive her humiliation and sorrow even though many of the women at one time , like her, were Irish and like her that life lay out of reach far across the storm tossed North Sea.

There would be no rescue coming for Cecilia Sæter, daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter, for all new the fate of a young girl taken in a Viking raid. The king she had been betrothed too had no use for defiled bride, he would forget her and look for a virgin bride from another powerful family. To her Family her value had evaporated when Lothar had claimed her chaste virginity. Instead of bringing wealth and power to her family Cecilia would now become a financial drain, an endowment to a convent to take the defiled girl in as a nun. No to her proud family she was dead. The girl stood there in the little village square naked and alone in the world, nothing more than a trell, Lothar Ragland’s slave, her worth determined by how well she could please him with her lithe young body. Her life, safety, and her fate lay in her Master’s hands.

Cecilia Sæter was so in her thoughts as she hadn’t noticed Lothar stop as she looked up she had to stop walking right away almost running into him only standing a breath away from him she quickly took a step back…. Before her rose Lothar’s manor. How different form the Manor houses she had know in her own Emerald Isle. It was not made of stone, nor was there a stone curtain wall with watch towers or fortified gates nor did it sit on the brow of a high hill. But rather it was a long low building with a thick thatched roof. The lower croft was made of logs, Though larger it looked more like a tenant farm on Geirrøðr Sæter estate except much larger.

“Come Girl!”

The young redheaded beauty was led into what she thought was a hovel.

To her surprise the interior was paneled with rich woods, the fragrance of balsam floated through the air. Rich tapestry was also hung on the walls. In many ways Lothar’s manor was more elegant that her own home had been. An older woman with dark blonde hair came to Lothar and kissed his cheek, there was a touch of sliver in her blonde hair. She was elegant graceful and her beauty, though faded, was breath taking. From her griddle hung the keys of the manor, it was obvious that she was the Mistress of Lothar’s house hold. She turned her eyes on the naked little redhead, her knowing eyes leisurely took in every subtle, sensual curve of her Cecilia’s gorgeous supple young body. Lothar handed his little trell’s leash to the woman.

“Stand up straight girl!”

This was a formidable woman who was use to giving orders and having them obeyed.

“Come and bathe.”

Cecilia was lead to a small room that had heated rocks and was full of steam. The woman let her gown slip from her body and led the young girl into what she called a sauna. She left the little redhead bound as she picked up a bundle of birch branches and began to gently flog the little trell’s supple young body.

 

[midnight_toy]

Cecilia did as told standing as straight as she could and then followed the woman, smiling ever so lightly at the words bath warm waterwould be a nice change of things after that cool sea travel. Standing there still bound in a room full og steam and warm rocks she wondered what this was, did they have a different sense in bathing as she did but before she could think it all over she felt the woman take birch branches and softly flogg her.

She jumped slightly out of surprise thou after a few mins it felt really good she wondered what it was good for and why they called this bathing. She didnt dare say anything not while she had the branches in her hands. Her mind travled back into the forest where she had always sneeked out to lay in the early morning watching the fog dance over the forest floor like many lovers on their wedding day and animals going to sleep and others waking.

There had also been a family of rabits that the little ones always came out and played with the fog jumping around and all it was so peacful to watch, if she would lay still anough the fog would start to dance ever so slightly over her body starting at her feet and then traveling upwards over her thighs and then belly and then breast before it then slowly started to disapear again and come back in the morning again.

she then shook her head slightly to get back to her mind of where she was and what was happening to her at the moment wondering how she was here at Lothars side and what Cecilia would be doing for Lothar as his trell. Then her mind thought of Lothar nacked standing there between her legs where she was bound and the four men took their way with her. He was a very good looking man but a Viking her mind added to her thoughts.

Her eyes watched the woman wondering if she was going to stay bound or if she was going to undo her hands. The stream started make little pearls of sweat start to build on her body as she then asked.

"Is it always so warm in here?"

She did fear that the woman would use the branches to punish her for speaking maybe but there was a chance she wouldnt and just answer or so.

 

[cgraven]

Gretchen closely studied Lothar’s newest trell she was indeed a stunning young creature. She maintained her aloof and a bit stern as she commanded Come. The statuesque blonds led the young redhead to the sauna. She had given Cecilia several simple commands that the girl quickly obeyed. Yet there was something in her clear blue eyes that spoke of a fiery spirit.



Gretchen began to flog the young girl with birch branches at first just enough to stimulate her skin, to open her pours. She watched as the girl drifted off in to a dreamlike state as the heat and steam relaxed her gorgeous supple young body. Slowly, sensually each strike of the birch branches became stronger, more seductive as they danced over Cecilia’s flanks, abdomen, and breasts. The branches tugged at the girls little pink nipples and brushed against her shaven little pussy. Gretchen noted how the young girl’s supple young body responded to her flogging. She did not push her too far, not yet, but had made it a sensually seductive experience for the naïve beauty. She then laid the bundle of branches aside and freed Cecilia’s hands.

"Is it always so warm in here?"

Lothar's newest little trell asked so innocently.



“Place your hands at the nape of your neck girl elbows out.”

Gretchen picked up a coarse sea sponge and began to lather the young trell’s breasts and nipples.

“Do you know how to please a woman with your mouth girl?”

Gretchen asked as she worked the sponge between Cecilia’s thighs and over her sweet little pussy.