The Oathbreaker's Debt

[monique_minx]

((OOC - Closed for Minx & Rocket1010, a continuation of Varangian Slavegirl with much respect for the groundwork laid by Rom))


It took Kaija several moments to recognize she was being lowered to the ground, she’d been strung up for hours at this point and barely had sensation remaining in her limbs. She’d slumped into a kind of exhaustion to reserve her strength for enduring this barbaric punishment. Her feet touching the ground almost made her sigh with relief but it was short lived as her head was pulled back sharply with a tug of her hair.

Her eyes were wide open now and watching Sigurd carefully. In her periphery, she could see a soldier holding the device she’d refused to open her mouth for earlier. Kaija knew Sigurd was intending to force it upon her now. The hall was somewhat emptier with men having disappeared in drunken stupors or taken slaves to their beds for the evening but there was still a good deal of slaves and soldiers crowding the hall, most were watching with anticipation.

Kaija watched Sigurd take the knife from the fire and she held her breath as he approached her, her eyes glued hypnotically to that glowing knife. Her head was pulled back even further and she lost sight of the knife and Sigurd as he moved in towards her, she trembled despite herself. Not being able to see what was about to happen was even more terrifying than watching.

Kaija felt the pressure first, the knife pressed against her right breast and felt oddly cold. The sensation changed in milliseconds, it went from cold to tingling to searing in only seconds so there was a delayed reaction before Kaija’s head shook uncontrollably, her limbs writhed in their bonds and tears spilled from her eyes before she just couldn’t hold back the screams of pain as it finally hit her like a crashing wave.

Her mouth opened wide, an ear-splitting scream of agony erupted from her lips and echoed throughout the palace halls. The soldier didn’t hesitate, he stuffed the ring straight into her mouth and ensured it was held open as wide as it could be before securing the strap behind Kaija’s head. Kaija paid no attention to this, it didn’t prevent her from screaming and it was suddenly the very least of her problems. Anyone in the hall who wasn’t watching at that point or had slumped to sleep had awoken now and were watching. Unknown to Kaija, several people even re-entered the hall or came in out of sheer curiosity as to whom had caused the loud scream.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sigurd laughed loudly and then sneered at Kaija as the smell of burning flesh wafted in the air. It was the same smell he had endured during battles and the scent tickled his nose. He watched with amusement when Kaija's eyes opened wide and were as large as saucers. Her screams around the circular metal ring permeated the palace hall, alerting others to look and see what was happening. Sigurd smiled at Kaija, knowing there was no way the insolent slave could say anything about was about to happen.

He looked out into the hall, seeing a gathering of soldiers and slaves looking in his direction. It didn't take long for a group of soldiers and slaves to begin gathering around him. Everyone knew Sigurd was not a man to be opposed and now they wondered what punishment he had in store for the new slave.

Rumors easily flew around the palace hall about the new slave sent to them by Aelfric. Whispers among the slaves, who were in constant fear of their own safety, passed between them that she was, at one time a favorite of Doux Aelfric. If that was true, with her beauty, she must have done something that really disappointed her master Doux Aelfric.

Sigurd loved a crowd when he was about to torment a prisoner. Looking around he smiled at his fellow soldiers and the barracks slaves. Turning his attention to Kaija. "So, I'm the son of a goddam viper and can never have you willing?"

He slapped her across the cheek. "You don't have a choice to give yourself willingly because I will take what I want and when that contraption is stripped off your hips, I will have all your whore holes. But for now I'll enjoy the hole you have."

Sigurd looked at one of the soldiers behind Kaija. "Get me a long piece of wood from the fireplace and be quick about it." As the soldier scampered to the large stone fireplace, Sigurd told her. "You are nothing but a barracks whore and as Aelfric has ordered you are to be used as such."

The soldier returned with a long narrow tree limb and showed Sigurd for his approval. Sigurd held the limb in front of Kaija, running his hand over the rough bark and the stubs sticking out from other tree limbs had once been. "Yes that will do quite nicely," Sigurd laughed. "Since all of us ..... waving to the crowd that now had gathered ..... are only allowed to use your mouth you will only use your mouth and not any part of your hands. Pull her arms back."

Two strong soldiers grabbed an arm and pulled them behind her until the chains holding her arms could go no further. Sigurd slid the rough bark covered limb between her arms making sure the stubs from other limbs that were cut off pressed into her back.

Facing her, he grabbed his semi-hard cock, rubbing the tip against her lips. "This son of a viper is going to fuck your insolent mouth before I turn my soldiers loose on you." Sigurd pressed his thick cock into the ring noticing its girt filled the entire ring. Grabbing the short hair on her head, his hips moved forward until he felt the tip of his cock at back of her throat. Holding it inside her mouth, he felt her head start to try and get away but he held her head tightly before he pulled back, hearing her cough. "We've just started barracks whore," he snorted shoving his cock deep into her mouth again and letting out a sinister laugh and hearing the crowd cheer.

 

[monique_minx]

She was still sobbing as her screaming subsided, her breast felt like it was on fire and she took deep, heaving breaths where she stood restrained. Her head was finally released, she was shaking in her bonds as her nerve endings were on high alert.

"So, I'm the son of a goddam viper and can never have you willing?"

Sigurd's hand flashed before Kaija realised what was happening and she cried out, her head snapped sideways as his palm neatly connected with her cheek. A little spittle flew from her open mouth and her cheek reddened instantly, it reflected the strength of his arm and the impact she took. She whimpered and looked back at him, all the defiance her face previously held had vanished. Now she just look terrified and vulnerable.

She couldn't respond because of the stiff iron ring but she wasn't sure she would have if she could. Her mouth had a way of running away with itself and getting her in trouble. She didn't know what the tree limb was for but Kaija had a feeling she wasn't going to like any part of it. He told her he was taking her hands away - what did that mean? She couldn't help but squeak in desperation as her arms were pulled back painfully and the tree limb was placed against the small of her back. The chains were wound around it to connect her wrists to it, it was effectively a makeshift stock.

The soldiers seemed to leave her side then, she knelt on the unforgiving stone floor at Sigurd's mercy. And the mercy of that third limb he called a cock. She could only swallow small amounts with her mouth held forcibly open so quite a lot of saliva pooled in the centre of her tongue. He rubbed his cock against her lips and she endured it, she knew full well that Sigurd would only punish her harder if she pulled away and she couldn't stand the idea of anymore pain. It was humiliating but that was entirely intentional on Sigurd's part so she'd know her place.

He slid his cock into the ring and it barely fit through but her mouth felt as full as it had ever been in her life! He was bigger than Aelfric. He took a handful of her hair, further restricting her movements, and she let a whimper escape to plead with him which he ignored completely. As soon as he speared his cock forward and into her throat, she protested instantly and gagged, she tried to pull back to breathe as she choked on him. When he finally did pull back, an awful cough ripped from her and she spluttered. Strings of saliva hung from her mouth, some still connected to his cock.

"We've just started barracks whore."

She wanted to beg him but the thought vanished as his cock sunk into her throat again. His laughter didn't even matter, she felt her lungs constrict as he cut her oxygen supply again and her throat convulsed around his shaft as it tried to repel the intruder. The pain of the stubby tree limb and her breast were all eclipsed by the energy it was taking to just survive the onslaught. Kaija regretted not opening her mouth when he'd told her to the first time, she berated herself for such a risky, stupid move and she felt a good amount of pity for herself. Something Kaija hadn't really experienced much in her life until she came into Aelfric's possession.

Kaija tried to pull against Sigurd's hold at first as he choked her and then she merely tried to angle herself to stop gagging on him constantly. She wasn't successful. Her eyes were streaming tears and red rimmed, her body physically responded of its own accord. Thick globs of saliva started coating his member, drawn deep from the back of her throat. Occasionally she squeaked or whined around his cock, trying to communicate her desperation and displeasure. She also felt a little lightheaded but as it went on, it also felt easier to take somehow. That part she didn't understand at all.

 

[Rocket1010]

Sigurd watched Kaija try to pull away from his cock, buried deep in her mouth. But there was no where for her to go. She was kneeling on the cold stone floor and her hands were useless to try and push him away. It was as if she was a rigid living figurine, a statuette for his personal use.

He thrust his cock into her mouth until it was lodged in her throat, watching her gag and trying to draw in precious air. When he felt she had enough, he jerked her head backward just far enough for her to get air. As she gasped and sputtered he saw his cock coated with her saliva and some of his precum. It dripped down her chin and onto her heaving breasts and he looked into her tear-stained eyes. But there was no pity in his eyes as he simply smiled and forced his cock back into her throat.

Thrust after thrust brought the same results .... gagging and sputtering for air to fill her lungs. On one retreat, he left his cock lingering on her lips as he called out for some wine. A slave was quick to give him a horn and he took a mighty drink before looking down at Kaija. "Maybe a bit of wine to clense the back of your throat slave."

Sigurd didn't wait for an answer, tipping the horn and pouring a generous amount of wine into Kaija's mouth. He heard a smattering of laughter from the soldiers ringing them as she sputtered and tried to spit out the wine. "Or maybe a little wine to soothe your breast," he howled pouring a bit of the wine onto the burnt flesh on her breast and seeing her body jerk from the pain.

She was a mess, wine and saliva dripping from her mouth onto her chin. Some of the mixture dripped onto her breasts while some dripped onto the floor. Sigurd grabbed her head, placing his cock on her lips once more. "You'll have to clean up your mess when we're done with you," he chuckled pushing his cock deep into her mouth. As he continued to torment Kaija's mouth, Sigurd heard a scuffle break out near him.

"It's my turn next," one stout soldier exclaimed.

"No .... it's my turn next," another soldier said pushing the first soldier.

Sigurd stopped, his cock firmly lodged in Kaija's throat. He pointed to the group of six men nearest to him. "Get the dice. Tonight you six will be the lucky ones." One soldier scrambled like a deer to find some dice. He face showed expectation that he was going to be lucky tonight.

The first three soldiers threw the single die and their throws resulted in a 4, 6, and 2. The fourth soldier threw a 1 and shouted out gleefully. "Yesssssss." He was tall and lean with muscles bulging from every part of his body.

Sigurd smiled seeing the soldier who had thrown a 1 was well-endowed. His cock was not as large as his own but it was impressive. Enough so, that some of the slaves gathered close to him reached out, pawing at his semi-rigid cock and telling him they would get him hard. One slave took the initiative, sliding to her knees, grabbing his cock and began to suck it deep into her mouth.

Sigurd turned his attention back to Kajia seeing the panic in her eyes as his cock shut off her airway. He pulled back, seeing Kaija struggle to get a breath. "It's time for a change," he growled, shoving his cock back into her mouth. Holding her short hair, his hips began to rapidly rock back and forth. His orgasm was gaining momentum and after 15 hard thrusts, he held his cock deep in her mouth feeling his cock explode in her mouth. He felt her try to pull her head away from the large amount of his semen in her mouth. But his strong fingers held her in place until he emptied his load into her mouth.

Finishing, he pulled out seeing her gasp and try to spit out what offering did not go down her throat. He moved backward and sat in his chair, acting like royalty as two young slaves kneeled between his massive thighs, taking turns cleaning his cock. Looking at the crowd, he saw movement on the far side of the hall behind Kaija. The figure has caught the attention of some of the soldiers and slaves and there is a familiar figure that commands attention.

Aelfric has entered the barracks hall and is watching the first young soldier begin to fuck Kaija's mouth. Alisa and Freja are hanging on either arm and watching Kaija. Freja knows what it means to be a barracks slave and sympathized with her knowing she was never treated in this manner.