Spoils of War

[LordLuck]

(Close for myself and illianacole)

Bjorn the Broad was a monster of a man.

Taller than any of his warriors, few would dare to enrage the mighty svear, for although known as a fair and brave jarl, his renown as violent and brutal was legendary among all the tribes of Skandia. Even the barbaric norge and the organised danes recognised that Bjorn was a threat to everyone - even his own svears. Not only tall and broad-shouldered he was, but also braided his long, curly red beard with small animal bones, and what could have been an enemy's jaw.

He smiled, as his longship jumped the waves of the Northern Sea. Besides fighting and wenching, sailing was the third love of his life. Many chiefs wished to own as a beaultiful longship as Bjorn's.

There, just three hundred meters from his ship, stood the coasts of the Island. The Island was how his men called the British Isles, for it was as big and as fertile as Skandia's frozen wastes could never be.

And there he had spotted it. Bjorn's Drakkar was alone in this trip, for this time he was only going Viking on a few small, vulnerable settlements along the coast. Even if the thrill of battle was short-lived, the spoils and riches plundered would bring him fame amongst the tribes of Skandia.

There was, just beside a small cape of sand, a village. Wooden houses and huts pointed it. Bjorn could not tell yet if that was a saxon or a british settlement. By Muspelheim, it could even be a pict or gaelic settlement for all he cared. They haven't seen his forces so far, and he rejoiced on the easy earnings he would claim.

Ah! They've now noticed him. Bjorn could see the frightened peasants and fishermen running amok, some few men taking on rusted swords or worse. That would be... amusing.

With a war-cry, the warriors rowed furiously to the shore.

 

[illianacole]

Eira trembled with fear in her mother's arms as they hid in the small hole beneath the floors of their little hut. She could hear the screams of men as they fought off the invaders. She knew this night would end badly.

Eira had always been a smart and beautiful child with bright blue eyes and long dark hair that fell to her waist. However, at twenty she was still unwed. Her father hadn't wanted to let his only child go. Tonight he would lose the choice in the matter, for she knew he would not survive.

She had the gift of foresight, though she had told no one of this, lest she be burned as a witch. She knew that her father would die as would her mother and she would leave the shores of her little village forever. She only hoped she had the spine to withstand the things she did not know.

Suddenly she was drawn from her thoughts as she heard the door to the hut crash open above her head and unfamiliar voices filled her home.

 

[LordLuck]

"Hahar, that's sport!"

The man had struggled. Of course he did, they always struggled. He had begged when his hand was cutted off by Ghatrad's blade, and now Bjorn had threw him over the door of his hamlet. The poorly-made door crashed as Eira's father went flying through it, landing heavily over the sturdy table in the middle of the room, and rolling about the wooden floor.

He saw her. Through the meager space between two worn boards, the man saw for the last time the eyes of his beloved daughter. A drop of blood felt from the mangled stump that was once his hand, landing softly on Eira.

Men walked around. Bjorn walked inside the hut, lifting the man with a single hand though his shirt. Ghatrad walked in as well, roaming the place in search of any eligible loot. Breaking clay pots and throwing the family's belongings around, the warrior only found a couple of copper coins. Bjorn laid the man's head over a small stool, his other hand lifting his heavy mace.

A single blow echoed about the room. The noise of a blunt smash, and a wet, crumbling sound, as the Viking smashed the brains out of Eira's father.

The room was suddenly filled with the hoarse laughter of the warriors. As the hut was cautiously searched for gold or trinkets, a heavy boot felt over the same timbers the poor men had landed over.

The wood roared.

 

[illianacole]

Eira held her mothers sobbing form close in order to keep her from making noise as they watched the brutal execution of her father. Eira had been prepared for the inevitable, but her mother was in hysterics. She was unable to keep the much older woman quiet as the heavy footfalls began heading for their hiding spot.
Luckily, the creaking of the boards covered a lot of the noise, that is until one man stood directly above them and the board began to give way.

Eira pressed herself to the side of the little dirt hole and shoved her mother to the other as the floor of their home came tumbling in around them. The man who had started the avalanche of wood and debris had stepped back and now stood watching them both.

Eira met his eyes, nearly daring him to try to break her. She knew he was the man who would alter her life in so many ways that she had yet to imagine and there was no defense for it. Still, she didn't have to go willingly and make it easy for him, no matter that she knew it was useless.

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn cursed as the wood cracked under his heavy boot, but sidestepped quickly enough not to fall down. And then he saw them.

A woman and a girl. The girl wasn't so young, neither the woman was too old, but what called his attention was her eyes. Her deep eyes. He noticed that she stared back at him, defiantly, almost as the hag that orders an uninvited and unwelcomed guest out.

He stared back. How bold was this girl! How stupid as well! Wasn't she aware of her situation? Had she not seen how he ended the puny life of her beloved father?

The girl intrigued Bjorn. Even though as he hardened his already stern expression, the girl haven't even blinked. He threw his mace towards his karl Ghatrad, who only now noticed that there were people under the floor.

The woman jumped before him. Like a she-wolf protecting her puppies, she opened her arms wide before advancing against him. Now Bjorn mused - who was most foolish? The woman or the girl?

He back-handed the older one in her face, sending her down at the dirt. Before Ghatrad even closed by the hole, Bjorn lifted the woman by the hair, and threw her at the house's table. Ghatrad pointed his sword to the girl, giving a step inside and motioning a finger over his mouth. A gesture that demanded silence even in the most base of languages. The warrior grinned.

Bjorn held down the woman, bending her over the table. With his callous hands, he lifted her dress bottom over her waist, as he held her tight, pressuring his groin against her backside.

Eira couldn't see him properly, but the noises as sobs of her mother soon told her of the Jarl's doing.

 

[illianacole]

Eira watched the barbarian rape her mother with a ramrod straight back and silent tears. She wasn't foolish enough to think she could help her now. There were several of them, all much bigger than she was, and only one of her. They were wrong, she though to herself, if they thought to break her by making her watch this atrocity.

The man closest to her that kept his sword pointed at her was practically salivating as his eyes roamed her form. If he dared to touch her he would see how much fight a woman could give. She would not win, but he would remember her for the rest of his days by the scars she would leave.

It seemed to take forever for the men to each have their fill of Eira's dame. By the time they were to the last man, Eira knew her mother would not survive his attack. She hated knowing that, but knowing it meant she had a chance to tell her mother goodbye.

In a lightning fast move she jumped out of the hole from the back and ran to her mother's exposed body, whispering her love into the woman's ear even as two strong arms dragged her away and her mother expelled her last breath. "Let me go, you heathens!" She was not afraid of these men, nor was she afraid of what they could do to her, Now was the time to show them that she was not a docile as they had come to believe.

 

[LordLuck]

Ghatrad pulled Eira from her mother, grabbing a handful of her long hair and violently pulling her to him, his sword arm crossed about her neck. Another of the warriors brough himself towards her, holding her arms. The barbarian whose erection was hilted deep into her mother ignored her as he kept fucking her with no mercy.

The karl licked her ears.

Eira struggled, trying to fight the warrior that even now worked his hands over her frame.

The Jarl worked furiously over the dame, her sobs only turning him on. As he scratched her shoulders and forced himself inside, he held her clamped. This was no lovemaking. This was a brutal rape. He kept pummeling her, the need to unleash himself after weeks of sea-travel taking his mind completely - so much, that for a moment, Bjorn forgot about his warriors who touched and caressed Eira with lustful eyes.

The taller of the Vikings kept ramming and hammering the older woman, the pace ever increasing, the peasant screaming and sobbing from the pain. Eira had not seem where the man had penetrated her mother, but she could guess as the woman's face became soaked by tears, her features deformed by the agony. The girl noticed the woman's legs buckling wildly, her entire form tremling as she was violated. Dropplets of blood tainted the wooden floor.

Suddenly, he stopped. As the woman under him moaned, he unleashed his seed inside of her bleeding bowels. She buckled again and again, as he held her backside clamped at his manhood. Jolt after jolt he sent in, and even Bjorn noticed that the woman stopped struggling.

She had given up.

As he withdrawed, another warrior motioned towards the woman's back, his turn to be the agony as the first was. The jarl pointed at Eira.

"Mine."

 

[illianacole]

Eira narrowed her eyes at the man advancing on her even as she struggled to free herself of the men whose hands were roaming her body.

"I belong to no one, heathen. best you remember that before you think to defile me as you have my mother." her tone was even and cool, but her eyes were aflame with the anger she felt. "You can rape and beat me all you want, but short of my death, you'll not break me."

She meant every word and she knew they were everyone true. Nothing was going to break her spirit. She had too much passion and fire in her to give in to these men, but neither would she satisfy their need to torment a soul. She'd fight but they would never see her break.

 

[LordLuck]

"Is that so?", roared Bjorn as he came over to her. He grabbed her neck, and lifted her from the arms of his warriors. None complained.

"You speak too much, slave girl.", his hands clamped her for seconds, her struggles only amusing the jarl. But she kept staring back at him. Even as he held her, the girl stared at him. It was starting to freak him out. Who she think she aws to defy Jarl Bjorn the Broad like that?

"She's mine.", he announced, as he threw Eira to the bedroll where she used to sleep, at the hard, wooden floor. "Have the woman, my braves, and leave."

The third warrior was already penetrating Eira's mother. But the woman did not complain. Did not struggle anymore. As Bjorn uttered his words, the group of warriors took the woman outside, the noises of laughter and screams echoing over the waves.

Ghatrad stood still.

"I want her, my Jarl.", the huskarl asked carefully. He knew he had to tread lightly now, for he had seen Eira's eyes.

"She's MINE. Leave.", Bjorn ordered, pointing outside with his huge arms. "Go."

As the warrior left, Bjorn bended over Eira, kneeling over her petite form. He was huge compared to her, so tall that Eira's head stood at his chest. Holding her down by the shoulder with one hand, Bjorn started to explore her body with the other. He touched her breasts, weighting them and slightly slapping them. Then, he went down, touching her buttocks over the cloth.

All the time, he stared at her eyes. She didn't flinch. She didn't move. She only stared back fiercely.

 

[illianacole]

Eira never moved. Never responded to the viking holding her down. She only stared at him. Oh she could feel her body respond. She was growing wet. the mixture of fear with the way he was touching her was causing a reaction.

In the silence of his exploration, Eira was struck by the thought that had things been different she'd have found him quite to her liking. He was tall and that fact alone made her feel small and feminine in comparison. But he was also easy on the eyes. The realization made her angry at herself.

That was when she chose to struggle. Instantly she was kicking and punching for all she was worth. Still she never screamed. She just stared into his eyes "You'll not break my spirit, Viking."

 

[LordLuck]

"I do not need to, girl.", Bjorn whispered, almost like a lover. He licked her cheek, still pinning her stuggling form under him.

His hands wandered her body, grabbing her tight buttocks like a clamped shell, feeling her, caressing her. He smelled her hair, bringing his greasy beard towards Eira's face, his breath not as bad as she would hope from a marauder.

Bjorn had just raped her mother, but this exploration was turning him again. Under the fabric of his cloths, he could feel his urges rising again. Eira started to annoy him with the feeble punches and kicks. With a backhanded slap across her face, Bjorn had the struggles ceased for a moment.

The viking pulled down his trousers. Eira could see his quite large, stiffening erection, the hanging member still wetted from her mother's own liquids. Bjorn raised to kneel over Eira, sitting at her legs so she wouldn't move under him. using both hands, he tore the girl's dress apart in a violent pull.

She was as beaultiful as he could have hoped. Her soft skin, her paleness... she was quite a prize. Quite a prize. Her laid his erection over her, forcing it down on her belly so she would feel just how hard he was.

He had not to tell her of it. He had only to stare back at her. Bjorn knew that this girl was the one that Revjak had told him. The seer was right about her nerve... but how about her prowess??

"You're quite appealing for a Isle-dweller, girl."

 

[illianacole]

Eira stilled after he back handed her. It was a shock but not as big a shock as he would have thought. She was a proud woman with no problem saying what she thought, thus she had felt the back of her father's hand more than a few times.

She simply watched him as he drank her in as if she were some fine wine. She didn't even try to free herself when he ripped her clothing from her body, only gasped and blushed a dark red. No man had seen her bared in that way before, but she was well aware that no help would come for her this night.

"You're quite appealing for a Isle-dweller, girl."

"As though it makes any difference, Viking. I am nothing more to you than the spoils of war. Something to be possessed then tossed aside." She turned her head and sared at the wall trying not to feel the warm stiffness of his arousal against her belly, trying not to think of where it had just been., "Do what you will and let it be over."

 

[LordLuck]

"Ah, but it does, girl... If I am going to keep you, it most surely does."

He held Eira by the hair, forcing her to look down into his throbbing erection, his eyes glittering with barely-contained desire.

"Resigned already, girl? I've thought more of you..."

Bjorn crawled back over Eira. By the gods, this woman was worthy of being a personification of Freya herself. The seer had told him that he would be rewarded, yes, and so this could be his prize. His spoils to collect, as the girl had just implied.

The Viking lifted her legs over his knees, forcing them aside, and pulling Eira's body towards him, the rough bedroll almost burning her back. With his thick, callous fingers, the Jarl wandered about her inner thighs, his hands making him way. Finally, he touched her.

She was small. Considering his own size, she was too small. Maybe she hadn't been used by her own kind yet. Perhaps she would not, after this.

He pulled Eira towards him once more, this time preparing his cock to penetrate her, lifting her waist towards his groin. He laid the tip of his member at her entrance, holding her on place as he watched Eira. He would enjoy much of this view.

 

[illianacole]

"Who said I was resigned to anything? I am simply smart enough to know that fighting you now will sap my strength when there is no way for me to escape in any case. Your men are still in the yard, and i am not fast enough to outrun your stride. I am much better off conserving the strength for a time when escape would be possible." As she spoke he hauled her legs over each of his thighs and played his fingertips over the tender flesh he found there.

She couldn't help but shiver with fear as he introduced new sensations to her. He had forced her to look at the monstrous size of his erection, so she knew he could do consideable damage with the weapon he planned on wielding. As he positioned himself at her entrance she held her breath and tried to forget what was happening. She couldn't close her eyes though as his held her captive. He was enjoing the play of her emotions. She wondered how he would react when he found her to be utterly innocent.

The moment to know arrived far too soon for Eira's taste as he surged inside her with one powerful thrust and drew a strangled cry of pain from her throat.

 

[LordLuck]

"When I am done with you, you won't be able to stand.", Bjorn disregarded Eira's complains as he drove himself inside her, hilting his member in her as deply as he could, his balls slapping at her buttocks.

He groaned as he penetrated her. She was too tigh, too small. He already counted on that, but... she wasn't properly wet. He entered her roughly, spreading her insides apart as he pulled both of her legs, spreading them wide as his cock ravaged her.

There was pain. Pain not only to Eira as he delved into her hot insides, but pain to himself, as her knot unmake itself, the sheer pressure and friction clamping him.

But there was also pleasure. True, Eira was not nearly as ready to be taken as was her mother, whose soaked sex turned it easy... but unremarkable to Bjorn. This girl was different. She was soft, warm, like a bear cub's pelt, but her defiant nature, even as he took her, only intrigued the norseman.

He could feel something different... something odd. She was flowing, but far too little. And then, it struck him.

She was innocent.

 

[illianacole]

Tears streamed from Eira's eyes as the Viking took her. She did her best not to sob or struggle, though it was her body's natural response. He was far too large for her. Every minute movement sent searing pain through her sex. How did anyone stand this? Her pride was the only thing stopping her from begging him to leave off, but much more of this and she would not have a choice.

Suddenly he stopped and stared down at her. She could tell by the look on his face that he now knew he was the first man to lay with her. Something flickered in his eyes, but Eira had no idea what the emotion was. Could he actually care that he had taken her maidenhead in the most brutal fashion? she doubted it. He was probably revelling in the idea that he had ruined yet another woman.

 

[LordLuck]

He could not believe it. Eira wasn't the most attractive young woman he had ever laid with, but she shouldn't be the ugliest witch in the village. How could her still be intact by the time he came down from Skandia?

She wasn't too old, but more than old enough to have had her fair share of laying in hay stacks of pressed against a tree, humped by these weaklings and affected boys that were her people. The mere thought revulsed the Jarl. How could these fishermen neglect such a pretty, young girl?

He kept silent, except for the moaning and the heavy-breathing as he pumped Eira slowly. If she passed out, half the fun would be gone. Bjorn stared down at Eira's face, the tears flowing even as he knew she tried to keep them from it.

The Jarl slowed the pace. Laying down over the girl, Bjorn started to retreat from her inner depths, only to come back inside a few moments later. The far bigger man blanketed the younger girl, his cock impaling her under him, pinning her back towards the rough bedroll.

Bjorn wasn't being particularly rough, but Eira's innexperience only turned him on. He knew she was the girl that the sages had foreseen. He knew that she would be a fine companion to him. But for that, she had to survive her ordeals.

 

[illianacole]

Eira was grateful for the Viking slowing his pace, it made things considerably less painful, but still it hurt. "why do women like this?" she whispered to herself. She could not imagine enduring such pain for any reason and to call it lovemaking was a farce in her mind. She was finding no pleasure in this act. She only wished for it to be over.

 

[LordLuck]

It was too late to stop. He was already pummeling Eira's insides, so much that her moanings already meant little. Bringing his face down on her chest, Bjorn licked and kissed her small, soft breasts. Unlike the way he did her mom, however, Bjorn was being much more careful with Eira, almost caressing her like if she was a freed Valkyrie.

The Jarl head her whimpering.

"Y-You will come to enjoy this, girl..", he whispered as he hilted himself in her once more, "...for I will take good care of you."

He sped up the pace a little, feeling his own climax raising, his hammering becoming ever more wild.

 

[illianacole]

"what fool enjoys such pain?" she asked angrily between panting breaths. She knew from his words that he planned on keeping her, which was probably why he was being much gentler with her than her mother.

By the time he climaxed, she was glad she had chosen not to struggle against the inevitable. He was right about one thing though, she wasn't sure she would be able to stand for the soreness between her thighs.

As he lay atop her panting, Eira could hear his men outside, having obviously finished with her mother, yelling that there was nothing left of value in the little village. They had gathered it all and burned the rest. There was only the hovel they were in left.

 

[LordLuck]

Bjorn grunted slightly, his voice in a low humn, as he exaculated inside of Eira's ravaged womanhood. He knew that he should refrain himself, that if her kept the abuse she wouldn't make it too far, but he had to mark her as his own.

"There won't be pain the next time, girl.", the huge warrior laid over her, panting, his rigid member still throbbing in Eira. Laying over and in her for a couple of minutes, the barbarian finally arose, guarding his member under the many folds of his clothes.

The cries outside started to call out for him. His warriors were growing restless after the marauding and raping. Bjorn looked down onto Eira, her weak form almost trembling as she won't rise.

The viking knelt by her side, taking off his own bear-pelt from over his shoulders, wrapping her around it. Lifting Eira with ease, the Jarl held her tight against his massive chest.

He strode outside.

 

[illianacole]

Eira curled herself into the Viking's arms, hiding her face against his neck. She may not like the situation she found herself in, but she was both emotionally and physically worn out. At least he was the monster she knew already. As he moved out of the hut she whispered shakily near his ear. "My name is Eira, please stop calling me girl as though I were a child."

She didn't get any response from him other than a grunt, which could have just as easily been a communication with his men. She could hear their voices in a jumble as Bjorn marched past them with her in his arms. She didn't want to see them or the mess they had made of the village she had loved. Most importantly, she didn't want to see the few villagers that were left to be herded and claimed as prizes, just as she herself was.

 

[LordLuck]

A wicked smile formed up on Bjorn's face, his many, yellow teeth grinning down to Eira, even though she would probably miss it.

"Until moments ago, you were a girl, girl.", the mockery almost missing itself between the cries and laughter, pointed by screams and sobs.

The scene before the Jarl had satisfied him. Even though there weren't as many slaves as he would like, the petty village had brought him much wealth in both dried fish and trinkets. He could see two of his men violently dragging another unwilling woman towards the drakkar, while both laughted.

Ghatrad, his second-in-command, had claimed three new skulls for his belt, the heads being slowly unfleshed by the shorter man's agile hands and a sharp dagger.

As the Jarl strode through the salty water towards the long dragon-boat, he lifted Eira's body, not to let the sea lick her soft skin. With a quick, poweful jump, the northsman was inside the warlike-ship that terrified all the coasts of the world.

"We depart in two hours, scum! Be ready by then or I'll leave yer ugly faces 'ere!", he roared to his warriors. The small settlement had been raided by no more than fourty warriors, probably less. This only showed how poor were this people.

Bjorn sat at the very furthest point of the ship, where a short, carved throne of wood stood. The Jarl threw Eira's limp body to the floor before it, and crossing over her, the Viking sat down, a boot lying over Eira's waist, forcing her to the floor.

A thin man, as tall as Bjorn, stood shirtless by the fore of the ship.

"Where to, my lord?"

"To Rakjalstun."

 

[illianacole]

Eira was outraged at being thrown carelessly to the deck of the boat and held in place by the man's foot on her tiny waist, as if she had the strength left to escape at the moment. She couldn't even stand up for the pain he had given her. "Get your foot off of me! I can barely breathe, much less fight you, Viking!"

Though her anger was what surfaced, Eira was also utterly confused. Her foresight had told her of her future, of the painful invasion of her body and life by this man, but she had gotten the impression that after that he would come to care for her and treat her well. It was that feeling that had tempered her terror this night as much as pride had.

Eira knew her father detested any man in th village for her hand. She was aware that this was probably the only way she might ever know the joys of love and children... To be so basely treated by the Viking was a blow to her psyche that had tears threatening her eyes once more as she whispered to herself "This isn't right."

 

[LordLuck]

Eira's defiance never ceased amusing Bjorn. Even as he had ravished her body, and her mother's before that, the girl - better, the little woman - had stood out for him, like if daring the Jarl to deliver a blow at her face. He knew already that many blows would be needed to submit Eira... if he even managed to do it.

Many of his warriors were bringing up their own spoils of war, their own conquered riches and slaves. Ghatrad, the most intimate of Bjorn's karls, had brough up another woman, this one as young - or younger than Eira, her hair messy with the warrior's fluids... or so it seemed. She kept herself quiet, unlike Eira, and didn't complained when Ghatrad shackled her down under his row.

Another warrior, this one too young to have a bears, his hair flaming red like the brasier burning before Bjorn's throne, had brought his own girl, a woman slightly older than himself. The boy seemed to be very happy with his catch, the woman looking down into him like if he was her slave, and not the other way around.

Some men were brough aboard as well. Many young ones, a couple of older, all chained down and thrown into the small compartment under the deck of the longship. Their were Eira's family and relatives, her cousins and uncles, all down to serve as Thralls in Rakjalstun for the delight of the Vikings.

Much loot was hauled up. Golden coins showing the faces of forgotten rulers, the best of then Bjorn could recognise as roman coins. Those had an special value among the svears, for their had a lot more of gold in their making. But mostly trinkets were the catches from this miserable place.

Suddenly, a horn blowed. All the warriors runned to board the Drakkar, speeding up to their own seats in the row lines. In a moment, the ship sailed free from the shore, abandoning the burned village.

Bjorn looked up and down Eira. She was beaultiful - a savage beaulty that he had defiled. By the Gods, he would love to have her. He stood up, and bellowed to his warriors.

The triumphant cry echoed about the winds, the other vikings crying back as well, cheering their little victory over the poor village. Bjorn came back to his throne, and lifted it, laying it with the back-facing the rows, closing a small personal space for himself, closing the eye-contact that his warriors could do with him. And he dragged Eira to this small space, sitting down at the throne.

"You are mine now, Eira.", his deep voice lowering so that only both of then would hear this conversation. "I am the Jarl Bjorn, the Broad, overseer of Rakjalstun."

Not that the name would mean anything to Eira. But he had to gloat a little to make his point.

"If you submit, dear Eira, you will be the best clothed and best fed of my concubines. You are already the most beaultiful of them.", the Jarl made the compliment sound almost insulting, If you do, maybe I'll have you in my bed most of the nights... otherwise, I may have to discipline you. If I do, I'll do it here and now.

The Jarl pulled Eira's still limp body from the floor to his lap, holding her like a dearest plaything, almost caressing her skin under the bear pelt he handled her.

"What say you, Eira of the British?"