cockslave
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Kelly Dixon
28 years old
5 ft 10 (tall for a woman)
quite busty too 38dd with slender waist and hips
hair waist length jet black hair
I wandered around the Viking museum at Coppergate in Northumbria. I had always been fascinated by this sort of era. The violence, the images of tall muscly guys with chiseled features and long blonde hair, wearing soft suede and leather. Reminiscent of the hercules/xena/conan style so common in the movies and television.I followed the tour guide around listening to his talk about the Vikings and the way they used to live. I stopped by a mock set up of a tall warior holding a woman, suppose to be a saxon lady by her hair while he rapes her. The look on the models faces , the intensity of the setting. I suddenly feel faint.....last thing I remember was falling and hitting my head. I came to in a completely different place.I could here people groaning, the sound of metal against metal. Where on earth was I?
I was in the middle of a battle re-enactment or at least I thought I was until I turned and saw a tall blonde figure bearing down on me on his wild looking steed , sword swinging through the air. Next thing I know the man who had been running along side me had been decapitated, showering me with blood. I dropped to my knees as I tripped over another body.Jeeeeeeeeeezzzz I was in those times. I had to be. They would be so realistic in an enactment. Here I was a modern day woman, The only blood I was used to was either from food or the fighting down the local on a friday night.
I knelt there and wept , through fear and shock at the bodies and parts of bodies strewn around me. What would happen to me? I sudenly felt a pair of strong arms lift me from the bloody ground and thrw me face down across a horse.
28 years old
5 ft 10 (tall for a woman)
quite busty too 38dd with slender waist and hips
hair waist length jet black hair
I wandered around the Viking museum at Coppergate in Northumbria. I had always been fascinated by this sort of era. The violence, the images of tall muscly guys with chiseled features and long blonde hair, wearing soft suede and leather. Reminiscent of the hercules/xena/conan style so common in the movies and television.I followed the tour guide around listening to his talk about the Vikings and the way they used to live. I stopped by a mock set up of a tall warior holding a woman, suppose to be a saxon lady by her hair while he rapes her. The look on the models faces , the intensity of the setting. I suddenly feel faint.....last thing I remember was falling and hitting my head. I came to in a completely different place.I could here people groaning, the sound of metal against metal. Where on earth was I?
I was in the middle of a battle re-enactment or at least I thought I was until I turned and saw a tall blonde figure bearing down on me on his wild looking steed , sword swinging through the air. Next thing I know the man who had been running along side me had been decapitated, showering me with blood. I dropped to my knees as I tripped over another body.Jeeeeeeeeeezzzz I was in those times. I had to be. They would be so realistic in an enactment. Here I was a modern day woman, The only blood I was used to was either from food or the fighting down the local on a friday night.
I knelt there and wept , through fear and shock at the bodies and parts of bodies strewn around me. What would happen to me? I sudenly felt a pair of strong arms lift me from the bloody ground and thrw me face down across a horse.