Varangian Slavegirl: A tenth century Rus' princess is enslaved. (Closed)

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Kaija could only guess what Miriam was telling Aelfric based solely on his expression as she was out of ear shot and not privy to Miriam’s report of their combined findings. Kaija blushed brightly, her eyebrows flying into her hairline in shock when Aelfric grinned at her evilly. She dropped his gaze almost immediately and stared at her feet, knowing what Miriam must have just told him even if she didn’t fully understand the reactions her body had earlier. It wasn’t until she heard Aelfric addressing the disarmed troops that she dared to lift her eyes again. She had no desire to be the focus of Aelfric’s lust.

Kaija felt embarrassed by Aelfric’s command and looked to see if Miriam was at all surprised but the older woman was as stoic as ever. The idea of inspecting the naked bodies of 200 men had Kaija agreeing with the young Byzantine noble – she felt like a whore. The word itself however, cut through her like a double edged blade. She felt the wind leave her chest as the Varangians beat down the enraged youth. No one was looking at Kaija though as Aelfric cut the man’s clothes away. She suddenly felt so very stupid to think she could be of use beyond her sexuality, she had not gotten away from that since she came here and today was no exception.

Kaija watched Aelfric take his long knife and stick it in the youth’s nose. Kaija felt her stomach turn over and her cheeks pinch tightly as she wound herself up for what she knew was coming. Sure enough, Aelfric flicked his knife upwards and blood sprayed from the young man’s face, Kaija looked away from the act of cruelty.

Eadric stood off to her left and had noticed her discomfort, he leaned over and whispered, “Aren’t you formerly noble? You would have witnessed many beheadings and bloody acts of war, surely?”

Kaija swallowed and nodded before muttering softly in return, “There is a difference between justice for a murderer, an act of war and an act of sheer cruelty. The latter is hard to watch and I knew it was coming despite the suspense. The young lad didn’t. He’s arrogant but he didn’t deserve that.”

"The Doux is not wrong to put him in his place." Eadric stated softly.

"I did not say that." Kaija said quickly in an almost defensive manner.

The conversation ceased as quickly as it came about as Aelfric turned and gave Miriam and Kaija the order to inspect them. Kaija nodded and moved quickly, Miriam gave her quick instructions on what to look for and used the first soldier as an example of how to inspect. From that point, things progressed quickly and Miriam sent off each soldier as they were cleared including the mutilated youth who needn’t have argued so heartily.

Kaija stared at more flaccid penises than she’d seen in her whole life that day, some of the men even became erect as she moved around them. Kaija tried to avert her eyes, if she expected them to be embarrassed by their genitalia, she was sorely mistaken. Most of the men were quite proud of their erect cocks. Kaija never once dared to look at Aelfric, she was terrified he would be grinning at her in some unsettling way while she did this most undesirable task.
Finally, Kaija and Miriam had isolated three men from the general population and the rest had been allowed to dress and leave. One was a noble man of about 30 years of age and the other were two guardsmen in their mid-20’s.

Miriam approached Aelfric, “It could be any of these three men or none. They’re just the ones with marks. This guard,” She pointed as she spoke, “is scratched on the arm, he says he knocked a cart in the market. The other is scratched across the chest and claims he was rough housing with a palace mutt. The noble man is scratched down his back, he says his wife did it while they were making love last night.”

Miriam proffered each excuse to Aelfric and fell silent with the knowledge that he would determine who was lying and who was not. Kaija stood off to the side quietly, hoping she would not be noticed. She was hungry and tired and longed to eat a good meal and go to sleep. It had been a very long day and it was quite late into the night by the time the inspections had finished.
 
During the time that Miriam and Kaija have been inspecting the Imperials for signs of a struggle, Aelfric has been receiving various reports from around the city. A dozen nobles and their families have been detained attempting to leave the city, either for pre-planned trips beyond the walls or in fear of violence that a coup will precipitate. It is mandated by law that the highest nobles, those who compose the Senate, are required to live in Constantinople not on their estates. This keeps them under the eye and grip of the emperor. Aelfric has given orders that they be brought to the Boukoleon palace for questioning.

Aelfric steps down from the podium and approaches the three naked men. All three seem to have the shakes although it is quite warm. He walks quieyly around each man looking him up and down. The one who claims to have scratched himself on a cart is the first to be looked at. The slight injury is very straight line across his upper arm. Aelfric concludes the man is probably telling the truth.

"You may go," he says to the man.

"Thank you, Doux Aelfric," the Imperial soldier replies with obvious relief.

The other two sporting scratch type injuries are obviously nail or perhaps claw made.

"You!" Aelfric demands of the officer, "What is your name?"

"Leo Maleinoi," the Imperial officer replies.

The Maleinoi family are well known in Byzantium politics as supporters of the Phokan rebellion. Basil had dealt generously with some of the rebel generals, Leo's father amongst them. Although the family patriach had been confined to his vast estates, he had been allowed to keep his court titles.

Aelfric recognizes the name and gives the young man a suspicious look. Then motions to six Varangians.

"Take these two to the dungeons," he orders, "Give them a night to think about their stories."

"And find Maleinoi's wife. Confine her to the Boukoleon palace for questioning with the other nobles caught trying to leave the city."

He turns to Miriam and hands her a pouch of coin.

"Thank you for your assistance, Miriam," he says with a polite nod, "I will give you an escort home." "You can take Persephone's body and see to her burial."

"Send word on the cost and I will see it is paid. Have her buried as befitting her status as Basil's concubine."

"I will see she is given a decent burial," Miriam replies with a bow.

She leaves with four Varangians.

"Get some sleep, boys!" Aelfric calls out to the remaining Varangian warriors, "It's going to be busy for the next few days or so." "So lay off the liquor, you may get called out to fight the emperor's enemies at any time."

Snapping his fingers at Kaija, Aelfric leaves the hall surrounded by his guards.

"Kaija!" he says turning to her as he walks along the halls and courtyards leading back to the Boukoleon palace and his apartments, "Run ahead and get some food from the kitchens." "Don't worry if they have nothing hot."

"Cold meats, cheese, ale and bread will suffice."
 
Kaija watched Aelfric address the three remaining naked men and was relieved to see he didn’t jump to any conclusions. He even surprised her when he sent one of them on their way and basically declared he was innocent. She never got to farewell Miriam but hoped that the woman knew Kaija wished her well. It was unusual, Kaija was accustomed to so much social decorum and expectations that she was no longer expected to live up to. Indeed, she was forbidden from them now. It felt like she was wearing a dress that did not fit, it was somewhat uncomfortable.

Kaija was too tired to express her indignation when Aelfric summoned her to his side with a click of his fingers as though she were a dog being brought to heel. She fell into step hoping he would not expect much of her this evening, there would be no wandering the corridors alone hunting for food and using the privy this night, Kaija just longed to collapse. She was not accustomed to the stringent expectations of a slave to keep her body going for prolonged periods. Her life had been so routine up to this point and now she got less sleep and food than she needed. Her body was taking its time to adjust, only the knowledge that Alisa and Freja somehow had managed; kept Kaija spurring on.

Kaija stopped short when Aelfric barked her name, she looked up at him and listened as attentively as she possibly could before she nodded sharply, relieved by his command.

“Yes Master.” She mumbled and jogged off quickly to obey him even though it was hard to get herself going as tired as she was.

The knowledge that food was waiting had given her a sudden burst of energy. Her breasts did not agree with their treatment though as the bruised flesh wobbled on her chest, she winced and waited until she was out of sight before she held them firmly so they would stop moving as she jogged.

Kaija finally reached the kitchens which were mainly empty aside from two slaves still cleaning and one chopping vegetables. They didn’t even acknowledge her but Kaija was rather glad, she did not wish to get stuck in some awkward and unwanted conversation. She grabbed a tray and loaded it with bread and cheese, a small knife, a jug of ale and went digging around the salt boxes for cold meats. She finally found some smoked ham and put that on the tray without bothering to cut anything up.

Kaija wandered back towards Aelfric’s apartments as carefully as she could so as not to spill the very full jug. She opened the door while carefully balancing the tray on one arm and turned slowly to close it behind her. She barely looked up before she took the tray over to the table to set it down and breathed a sigh of relief because she had not spilled anything or dropped the tray.

“Mother would be proud…or shocked.” Kaija muttered to herself with a smile.
 
Two slave girls are undressing Aelfric when Kaija enters with food. His maille has been removed and hung on a heavy clothing tree with his bearskin cloak. Both girls are knelt at his feet removing his boots and unwrapping the rounds of leather that cover his linen stockings. With feet and lower legs bared he rises and one girl lifts the richly embroidered woolen tunic to remove it and then the fine silk undertunic. Remaining on her knees the other girl removes his trousers and the shorter linen drawers underneath.

The girls are pretty, as all his body slaves are and being undressed by them does have some effect. His cock while not hard has become somewhat blood filled. The girl on her knees looks up at her Master but he waves her off with a slight hand motion. She rises as the other girl slips and embroidered silk robe on Aelfric. Not even English Kings wear silken garments to the extent that they fill Aelfric's wardrobe. His embroidered dressing robe would shame the finest garment the King of England wears.

Aelfric has ordered some entertainment while he eats. A few minutes after Kaija enters a trio of musicians with drum, flute and lyre enter with a silk clad dancing girl.

Turning a chair around so he can watch the dancing girl and eat at the same time, Aelfric slices up the meat, cheese and bread and begins to eat, washing it all down with beer. The music starts and the girl begins to perform a belly dance. Well known in the middle east from the times of the Phoenicians, centuries before Christ was born, it is unknown in northern Europe. And in puritanical Christian cultures is frowned upon for it's suggestive movements and body baring costumes. Aelfric of course likes watching belly dancing.

Eventually Aelfric deigns to notice Kaija. He reaches over, grabs a cushion and throws it on the floor beside him. Dishing up a portion of food and beer, he places them on the floor.

"Sit, eat," he commands her, "Also watch and learn."

Music fills the room as the half naked silk clad girl gyrates, wiggles and makes percussive movements of her hips to the beat of the drum. Adorned with bells and a small tambourine she adds to the musical sounds.
 
Kaija stood and waited patiently for Aelfric to change, she longed for the food she had brought but knew she would have to await the direction of the Doux. Kaija’s back throbbed painfully as though it were attempting to remind her of her place at a time when she felt her greed would force her hand. It worked and she stayed motionless.

The entry of the entertainers was a surprise to Kaija, she’d thought it too late for such things but clearly Aelfric did not. Kaija groaned inwardly as it meant this night would inevitably drag out. When the pillow was cast to the floor for her and the enticing meal placed before it, Kaija took the instruction from Aelfric fluidly and sunk to her knees subserviently, her hunger and exhaustion had the better of her.

Kaija stuffed some of the food straight into her mouth and held back a deep groan of satisfaction. She munched quietly and watched the salacious dance. It appeared to be Arabian and Kaija was surprised that Aelfric would deign to watch something so very…well; not Christian.

She swallowed the small chunk of cheese and looked up at him with raised brows, “Learn Master? Is this the dancing you spoke of on the day you…” Kaija swallowed her pride and continued, “…the day you bought me?”

She looked back and watched the scantily clad woman bouncing her hips and bum much faster than Kaija thought anyone capable of. She would twine her hands and tilt her body in the most seductive motions.

“I don’t think I can do that…” Kaija blurted out her thoughts faster than she could stop herself and held her hand over her mouth, rolling her eyes at her inability to self-censor.

“I mean I’m not capable Master…” She mumbled, wishing she could just go to bed and forget the entire day had ever happened. She swallowed down the beer as an excuse to stop herself from talking and coughed from drinking much too fast. It was her first time drinking ale, she decided it wasn’t nearly as bad as it looked.
 
"Bah!" Aelfric dismisses Kaija's misgivings, "You'll learn." "Maybe not as good as a professional but enough to entice and entertain me and my men."

"Becoming somewhat proficient in the Mediterranean style of dance will increase your value. You read, write and speak several languages. If I can resist taking your virginity long enough for you to learn how to dance, you would be a very valuable slave."

"The heathen Arabs in particular seem to like educated and talented slave girls. I could get five hundred gold pieces for you in Alexandria. They're even known to free their slaves and marry them if they get them with child. You could be the third wife of an Arab prince or rich merchant in a year."

Aelfric says the last bit with a sneer and shakes his head at the stupidity of the idea. It was bad enough in England that a man could be fined for having adulterous relations with a slave girl. And even more heavily fined should he impregnate her. The church said it was to protect the sanctity of marriage. Aelfric thinks it was an excuse for the church and King to make money. Luckily for Aelfric, Basil's need for a loyal bodyguard means that Aelfric can maintain a hareem that would more befit an Arab prince than a Christian European.

He thinks about his own wife back in England, Aethelflaed. A good Christian woman. It would never have ocurred to Aelfric to dally with slave girls back home. But that is five years in the past and many hundreds of miles away. He receives a letter once a month from his wife bringing him up to date on life back home. Yearly she petitions the king to rescind Aelfric's exile but so far has met with denial. His son, Aelfwine, is now an earldorman and reputed to be a warrior of some renown. When he gets homesick that is when Aelfric gets royally drunk, like last night.

Drinking his ale, Aelfric goes over the days events. He is sure there will be trouble over his slitting the young nobles nose, detaining the nobles attempting to leave and tossing one in the dungeons. Probably early tomorrow he will be summoned to court to answer for his actions. He is not worried about any repercussions. Basil gave him carte blanche to act as he thought fit. Any noble making too much a fuss will be stripped of title, rank and lands to the enrichment of Imperial coffers. While also making their estates available for redistribution to deserving citizen soldier farmers.

Knowing he will have to arise early tomorrow, Aelfric drains his ale and stands up. This is a signal for the musicians to stop playing and the girl to stop her dance. They will have been paid already but Aelfric tosses some coins on the rug before the dancing girl. The girl is more than just a dancer and she gives Aelfric a seductive look from under long lashes. If it was earlier in the evening, he might have had her stay. But he has to get up early, so he gives her a smile and a slight shake of his head. Besides he has Kaija to service his needs before he goes to sleep.

He looks back and down at Kaija and snaps his fingers at her. "Strip and get into bed," he orders her. The musicians and dancer leave as he disrobes and climbs into bed. He fondles himself as he looks at Kaija. "Use your mouth and hands on me," he says, "And take your time."

"Oh yes!" he adds, "Place yourself so I can see and touch your cunny."
 
Kaija had to physically stop herself from rolling her eyes, he had almost caught her off guard with his comments about increasing her value. Kaija was chewing her tongue to stop her own outburst. He had gotten right to her though. In a single move; Aelfric had ensured she’d feel hopeful for a better position whilst also objectifying her completely. He’d made sure Kaija knew she was only worth whatever he could sell her for and Kaija had almost fallen for it. Almost.

Kaija waited while Aelfric paid the entertainers and she almost dared to hope she would be forgotten and could sink into the floor. She was wrong. She started when Aelfric snapped his fingers at her, she’d been watching the musicians as they left the room and hadn’t noticed Aelfric disrobe. She swallowed hard now as he commanded her and she could see he was becoming sexually excited. She stood ever so slowly and proceeded to slide the dress off by pushing the shoulder straps off one at a time and letting the dress go to the floor quite reluctantly.

She was grateful for the relatively dim lighting within the room as it hid her flushed cheeks quite well. She forced herself to take a step towards the bed and inhaled sharply. It was quite obvious that Kaija was a very unwilling participant to Aelfric’s orders. She decided to make conversation to cover the awkwardness of this.

“If you wanted money then you could have sold me back to my family, knowing full well my husband-to-be would have paid handsomely for me. You want for nothing Master. The money you could get for me would serve you well but I do not think for a moment that you want money for me. Nor do I think you care much where I finish in this life.” Kaija pulled herself onto the bed at last and frowned as she tried to figure out how to position herself so she could do as he ordered, she shifted awkwardly in obvious confusion and discomfort.

“What I can’t figure out is why you would want someone as inept and plain as I for your personal slave. You can have your choice as I have seen. You have many beautiful women here who obviously know how to pleasure you in every way imaginable. Yet you want a virgin who knows nothing of these things and needs to be taught. Not to mention how many of these girls would desire to take my place here and give you what you want Master. Your choices are strange to me. Would it not be easier with an experienced and willing slave?” Kaija spoke in plain Aenglish now that they were alone.

After some shuffling, Kaija finally muttered out of embarrassment, “I do not know how to position myself to please you Master.” She sounded rather bitter and reluctant to even say so, it simply made the entire situation more humiliating.

Kaija’s throbbing back, shoulder, breasts and vagina were still painful enough to remind her to be obedient for now, she did not wish Aelfric to damage her again so soon. But that didn’t make it easier, it meant she felt more like a hostage to her fear of pain.
 
Aelfric rolls his eyes and makes a disgusted sound. He seriously considers having the eunuchs take her away and having her tongue cut out. But he can't be sure that Vladimir is aware of Kaija's slavery yet. Aelfric could just send a letter to Vladimir or inform any of a number of Rus' diplomats in Constantinople that Kaija is his slave. Vladimir may not particularly care but to be openly challenged may force him to demand Kaija back. In the face of military threats Basil would certainly return her to her father. To have her returned without a tongue may be too much for Vladimir. But if eventually rumours reach Vladimir, he will probably ignore them if only to save face.

It sure gets complicated and difficult when your plans on getting revenge on an enemy are complicated by international relations. Slaves have been know to die from having their tongues cut out. So then he would have to find a new bedwarmer or hear about it from Miriam. Neither of which he relishes. As bedwarmers go Kaija is prettier than most. Prettier than most of his slaves actually.

"My other slavegirls are not daughters of Vladimir the First, King of the Rus' and the man who owes me a good deal of money," Aelfric snaps, "It please me to have you become a sex slave."

"And if I..." Aelfric stops, wondering why he has to be justifying his actions, "And if you speak out one more time, I 'will' have your tongue cut out or have you whipped bloody, again!"

He reaches out from his bed and drags Kaija into it. Manhandling her, he puts her on her hands and knees with her face near his cock and legs straddling his face. One hand goes to the back of her head and pushes her face down while the other pulls a pillow up behind his head. If he wished he could raise his head slightly a lick the full length of her cunny. But he just settles for gently ringing on of her bells.

"Now be a good slut and suck you Master's cock while I play with your cunt!"
 
Kaija immediately blushed as Aelfric mentioned her father and that it pleased him to have her serve as a sex slave, she’d almost forgotten that was one of his major reasons. Hearing him openly admit to his use of her as revenge was nearly satisfying though – she no longer had to guess or assume. Kaija always thought of herself as lacking femininity, she did not see herself the way most men saw her or the way Freja or Alisa saw themselves.

When Aelfric threatened to cut her tongue out or whip her again though, Kaija pressed her lips together tightly and held her breath for a second. She had no intention of warranting such major discipline for speaking conversationally. It seemed that no matter how respectfully she addressed him, it was not okay for her to do so. Without meaning to though, Aelfric had answered a question she’d been too scared to ask. She shook her head quickly and squeaked as he dragged her onto the bed further. Her arm smarting from his hold but she suppressed the whimper of fear she felt.

Kaija was beetroot red by the time Aelfric got her into position, this had never occurred to her. She thought it rude to have her bottom so close to his face and his genitals right in hers. She licked her lips as Alisa taught her and reluctantly pressed her mouth down upon his cock, she did not argue or dare speak another word following his threats. Her back was aching enough after the long day.

As she slid her mouth down around his shaft and swirled her tongue to get it nicely wet, she desperately tried to ignore the odd tugging she felt in her vaginal lips. She heard the bells tinkle softly, it was humiliating but she didn’t stop her ministrations upon Aelfric’s cock and she certainly didn’t let him know her feelings on the matter.

Kaija began to suck and bob on his cock and found her mind drifting off to the men who were suspected of being involved in Persephone’s murder. She wondered if the dungeon Aelfric had referred to was the same as the one she’d spent the night in two weeks prior or if he would put them elsewhere. This thought led to wondering how many dungeons and types of dungeons the palace might hold which led her to drift off to the idea of being Aelfric’s campaign bed warmer. She wondered how she would be disciplined without the forum of the Bull at his disposal. The idea almost made her giggle, she covered it with a half cough sound and resumed sucking Aelfric off who had become large and swollen within the tight, hot, wet confines of her mouth.

She had been sucking him harder than before and employing more of Alisa’s instruction with some of her own invented ideas in order to have Aelfric finish in her mouth swiftly. Kaija was exhausted and merely desired sleep but Alisa had made it quite clear to her that her job would not be finished until her Master had cum. As much as Kaija had no desire to swallow him down again, she definitely wanted to sleep so there was no point dragging it out and Kaija actually tried to please Aelfric this time around.
 
Pick a woman who is somewhat narrow in the hips and has not had too many children and chances are you will have a nice snug cunt to fuck. But finding a good cock sucker is much harder. Sucking cock well takes talent and some work. Kaija's ability to suck cock bodes well for her being able to keep her tongue. And with her apparent willingness to pleasure her Master, Aelfric is free to use his hands to caress her ass and play gently with her pussy not use one or both to force her head down onto his cock. With a good degree of self control he resists the urge to move his hips up and down to fuck his cock in and out of her mouth, for the moment.

And gently is how he plays with Kaija's cunt. With the up close look he has, he can see that indeed the piercings through her labia are still somewhat unhealed. His hands rough and calloused from manning the steering board and taking a turn at the oars move over Kaija's buttocks and the back of her upper thighs. When he seperates her thighs a bit more, her cunny is now almost touching his nose. He inhales her fresh clean scent and then gives Kaija's exposed clitoris a qucick flick with his tongue.

Aelfrics hands roam roughly up and down over Kaija's rump as he now begins to lick and suck at her clit with increasing vigor. There is the occassional ring of a tiny bell but most are muted in the hairs of his thick moustaches. As his moving hands spread apart Kaija's cheeks, he can see her puckered anus and he must remind himself that revenge is a dish best served cold. Turning Kaija wanton would certainly play into his desire for revenge over her father. So he resists the urge to put her face down on his bed and sodomize her virgin ass and continues to try and pleasure her tender cunt as best he can.

He does give out a small laugh as he laps and sucks at his slave's cunt. Aelfric has never been one to resist his baser instincts. It is funny to find himself doing just that when in bed with a slavegirl. What he can't resist is the curling of his toes from her treatment to his cock. And his hips do start to move up and down slightly.
 
Kaija whimpered around his cock as softly as she could while Aelfric’s calloused hands gripped the soft, milky flesh of her upper thighs and bottom and moved her slightly. She was very uncomfortable with the idea of having him so near to her most private area, more so because he was the one who’d ordered Miriam to mutilate her with those rings. Kaija gasped when he first licked her cunt, it was most unexpected and sent a chill racing across her skin.

She tried hard to just focus on sucking his cock but it soon became apparent that Aelfric was becoming more vigorous and enthusiastic with her cunt. Her whole body rocked with the strong, gripping motions of his hands over her ass and her poor clitoris was being punished heartily by his tongue. Kaija started out whimpered and grabbing fistfuls of the furs that covered Aelfric’s bed as she tried with all of her might to control her body.

She was grateful that it didn’t hurt but this new feeling was electric and even more intense than what Miriam had done to her earlier in the bathhouse. Her skin was almost alive and coated in goosebumps. Kaija tried not to make noise or move her body away but she tugged and jumped occasionally when he hit a nerve too hard. She almost wished for pain, she did not enjoy knowing Aelfric could stir these strange sensations deep within her.

Kaija started to moan around his cock involuntarily, her body shaking with the effort it was costing her to suppress her reactions. She was fighting a losing battle with her own body, her eyes dripped a few salty tears out of shame and exertion. Her technique with Aelfric’s cock became sloppy but she barely noticed and finally she couldn’t take it any longer.

Kaija pulled back from his cock sharply and gasped out desperately, “Please stop!”
 
Growling in anger, Aelfric moves one hand to take Kaija by the back of her hair. Close to climaxing, he had been sucking on her clit between gasps for air with his eyes half closed. He visciously wraps his hand in her long dark hair and twists it hard while pushing her face down towards his engorged wet cock. His other hand and arm move to wrap around her slim waist and hold her down on his chest.

"You get your mouth back on my cock, slave," he demands as he takes control of her head and rubs her face over his saliva covered cock, "Or I will fuck you in the ass, right here and now." "Be damned with the gold from selling your ass, I'll take it for myself!"

The thought of shoving his cock up her virgin ass and hearing her scream is almost enough to make him come. The money from whoring out Kaija is irrelevant.
What matters is the shame and humiliation she will feel. And therefore the level of vengeful satisfaction Aelfric will receive, knowing his enemies daughter is a Constantinople whore. It is Miriam's suggestion how long he must wait for Kaija's piercings to heal. He is beginning to suspect that Miriam may have been attempting to save Kaija from being put to use as an anal whore for as long as possible. After all it is her virgin ass that will be violated not her protected virgin cunt. If Kaija can take having her clit sucked, she should be able to withstand a set of balls banging against her ring pierced cunny.

Holding Kaija tightly by her waist and back of her head, Aelfric fastens his mouth firmly on her exposed clitoris and restarts sucking hard on it. He delights in sucking Kaija off while contemplating her punishment for her slight act of disobedience. And has decided to advance the timing of her being whored out. Poor girl, he thinks. If she had been submissive and obedient from day one she probably could have saved herself a degree of pain and humiliation. He laughs as he eats Kaija's cunt, well maybe a bit of pain and humiliation.
 
Kaija couldn’t help but let out a sharp cry as Aelfric took her hair tightly and shoved her face down towards his cock. It speared towards her lips and she tried desperately to wriggle free of him as he encircled her waist and held her in place but she had left that moment of defiance far too late. Aelfric forced her face into circular motions, rubbing his saliva covered cock all over her cheeks, leaving a small trail of pre cum in its wake. Kaija couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped her as he threatened to rape her ass, in light of this; Kaija opened her mouth reluctantly to accept his rock hard cock between her moistened lips once again. Knowing that Aelfric did not need or desire money for her services, she knew selling her shame was the benefit, not the actual gold he would reap from it. It was her humiliation that was the real payoff for Aelfric. Kaija may have been vulnerable and somewhat naïve but she was most certainly not stupid.

Aelfric’s relentless ministrations to her clitoris had the desired effect upon Kaija. Being only human, Kaija could not resist the building orgasm as Aelfric attacked her nerve endings mercilessly. Kaija fought to move but was held fast in his vice grip. Her body had begun to shake with the effort of suppressing her moans and the attempts to stop her own orgasm. Her skin was coated in a thin sheen of slick sweat caused by the sexual act and the humidity in the air. Kaija sucked dutifully but tried to beg Aelfric with a mouthful of cock, it came out a garbled and incoherent mess of course but it didn’t stop her from trying.

Kaija’s eyes dripped hot, salty tears. She couldn’t think of anything more humiliating and slutty than orgasming at the hands of her oppressor, her enslaver, her enemy. To her credit, she held on tight for a good long while before her body finally betrayed her and she bucked against Aelfric’s face, grinding down on him against her will. She held her tongue for half of it but the moans finally escaped, issuing around Aelfric’s shaft.

‘No, no, no!’ Kaija sobbed in her head as she came, this time much harder than she had for Miriam.

She gripped the sheets tightly in two fists, unable to lift herself at either end. Her mouth was quite sore by now from the constant attention she had given Aelfric’s cock, she was unaccustomed to sucking and bobbing for so long and Aelfric’s thrusts had not helped at all as she’d gagged more than once but still she was far more afraid of being sodomized than having a sore mouth. This was something she could recover from; she did not know if she could actually handle such a serious physical violation. Pain was fleeting but the effects on the mind were not.
 
Normally if a slavegirl comes or not is irrelevant to Aelfric. But this slave is deserving of special attentions and punishments. He is perfectly aware of how humiliating being forced to climax is for her. Having to hold back from climaxing before Kaija had Aelfric thinking his toes would never uncurl again. And it was awfully dificult to lick her with clenched teeth. Every time he was able to unclench his teeth and bring his tongue into play, he feared he would come before she did. It is with relief that he greets Kaija's climax signalled by her cunt becoming very wet and having her grind it onto his face.

Aelfric tightens his grip on Kaija's hair and begins to shoot his semen into her mouth. And as soon as he has finished, Aelfric bodily tosses Kaija off him and to the bottom of the bed. It is a struggle to resist falling asleep after he has caught his breath. But as he got gloriously drunk the night before and didn't get out of bed until noon he is able to sit up on the edge of his bed without closing his eyes. He looks down at his cock. It's really wet and sloppy. Kaija apparently gives very wet blow jobs from what he has seen from the two oral sex acts she has been forced to do. Aelfric is unsure whether all the wet liquid is her saliva or partly his seed. He casts a disdainful look at Kaija. And then gets up and walks to his apartment doors.

His orders to the eunuchs attending to his door, with four of his housecarls on guard, are quickly given. Naked with his loins glistening with Kaija's spit and his unswallowed seed and a sheen to his moustache from Kaija's juices, Aelfric goes to the table and pours himself an ale. He nibbles on some cheese and drinks his ale while casting a couple of sneering looks at Kaija. That he looks like he is waiting for something or someone is confirmed when the eunuchs enter his rooms followed by a sleepy looking Freja. He snaps his fingers at Freja and points at his feet. With little delay and no words, she moves to put herself on her knees before her Master and without being told begins to clean his cock with her tongue. The eunuchs move to Aelfric's bed. One carries what can only be a complete chastity belt. It is complete in the sense that one must remove it at least once per day for bowel movements. It also makes it impossible to penetrate the wearer's ass.

It only takes Freja a short time to ensure that her Master's cock does not drip with fluids. Aelfric softly taps her head indicating to stop before he becomes hard again. It is quite late and he does have to be up early. Freja remains kneeling behind Aelfric as he turns to the eunuchs.

"Put that thing on her," he orders the four eunuchs, "Then take her to the barrack's slave quarters." "Have the soles of her feet whipped and leave her there."

"She is a barrack's whore from now on!"

He leans back against the table and lifts Freja up to stand with her back to him. Aelfric pulls her back close to him. He drinks his ale and watches over Freja's head as the eunuchs descend on Kaija.
 
Kaija had choked on Aelfric’s semen as the hot, sticky ropes of it shot down her throat, she swallowed desperately as she was still unable to move. It was bitter but she remembered that it didn’t last and that made it somewhat bearable, she was hopeful that she would be able to drink some wine as she had done the day before and wash the taste away. She was grateful to finally be cast aside and didn’t fight Aelfric at all when he lobbed her towards the end of the bed. She laid still, half curled up and naked as the sweat cooled on her skin while Aelfric gave her a most distasteful glance. Kaija dropped his gaze, her cheeks as red as ripened tomatoes, she could not look him in the eye after that performance.

Kaija lifted her head on occasion to see what Aelfric was doing and did not miss his sneers which were clearly meant for her. Their meaning was clear – she has disobeyed and disappointed and he was not pleased. Kaija sat up slowly when the door creaked open and Freja was admitted. Kaija looked at her and then at Aelfric in confusion as Freja moved to her knees and began to clean his cock with her tongue and mouth. Kaija wondered why he didn’t just make her do it? Why send for Freja at all?

She was so preoccupied with this line of thought that she did not watch the eunuchs approach the bed. When Aelfric’s voice boomed orders across the room, it sent ripples of goosebumps across Kaija’s skin and suddenly understanding had dawned on her. The eunuchs used her shock, nudity and exhaustion to their advantage, after her orgasm; Kaija’s limbs felt rubbery and were not very responsive so they found it relatively easy to wrestle her into the chastity belt which was made of a thin, strong iron and locked in two places which made it impossible for anyone without the key to open. Kaija whimpered as it locked in place and they dragged her to her feet where she finally got her senses back.

“Master, please!” Kaija shook her head and pleaded desperately in the few seconds she had before the eunuchs got her to the door, “It was a mistake! I was scared! I can do better! Please don’t do this to me, Master! I beg you! I’ll do anything you ask! Please don’t! Please!”

The eunuchs got her into the hall and shut the door behind them, Kaija fell into step soon after as waves of crushing defeat overcame her. The realization that she would be sucking many more cocks for a long time as punishment was not lost on her but her mind felt very clouded and she could not recall the walk to the dungeon after she got there, only that she made it there in silence. The eunuchs placed her face down on a table and locked her cuffs into each corner, her collar was attached to a special length of chain that was bolted to the floor to prevent her movements further.

When the first stroke came to the sole of her foot, Kaija jolted in shock but didn’t scream. A wave of pain wound its way through her central nervous system and as fast as it came, as intense as it was; it disappeared just as quickly. The next lashing fell and Kaija cried out but became distracted as her ears picked up a quiet conversation that was not meant for her.

“…you had better get me out of here Savas!” She heard a male voice demand in a high pitched whisper.

Kaija tried to move her head to find the voice but the chain restricted her movements strongly, the next lashing fell on her foot and she forgot about her struggles to find the man who had spoken. The eunuch seemed deaf to what was happening around him and didn’t even flinch at Kaija’s screams so she was unsure if he could actually hear or if he was simply desensitized to this sort of thing.

“…calm yourself Baris! You should not have allowed her to scratch…” The man’s voice was overcome by Kaija’s screech as the whip fell again and she sobbed softly, desperately trying to calm herself so she might hear the men talk.

“-if I did! You need to ensure my safety.” The man told him indignantly to which the other; ‘Savas’, laughed.

“You were a dead man when you took this job!” Savas told him and Kaija gritted her teeth through another lashing so she could hear.

“Then I have nothing to lose, if I tell them of my employer, they may grant mercy.” The man named Baris played his hand and Savas laughed harder.

Kaija screamed as the next whip fell, it hurt even more now that her senses were alert to listen to the conversation occurring a few feet away.

“- will not grant you mercy. You fool! You may be safe but your household will not be. Your wife and unborn child, your two sisters and three nephews. Their husbands, your parents, their parents. He will not stop until your family line is erased!” Savas snarled at Baris though Kaija could not see, she could hear it plainly in his voice.

“Play your part and our employer will pay. Your family cared for even if you die. Fail and…”

But Kaija did not hear the end of their conversation as the whip fell for the last few times swiftly and Kaija was pulled from the table. She whimpered out of fear of where they would take her now and stumbled as her welted feet protested being walked on.
 
Father Gregorio Savas watches as the deaf eunuch takes a slavegirl away that he had been punishing. A pretty thing but no danger to him. Who would take the word of a slave over his. He would not have even paid her any attention but for the ear piercing screams she gave out from having the souls of her feet caned. The eunuch punisher had only given a nod of his head as the Greek priest entered the dungeon. Priest giving spiritual support to prisoners and taking confession was quite common. So Savas had been able to easily talk with John Baris through the bars of his cell.

Gregorio Savas had ambitions. While the Maleinoi family had been prominent at court so had he. As the family's confessor he enjoyed a living much as they did. But with the supression of the Phokas Rebellion, and the Maleinoi family patriarch's confinement to his far eastern estates, Savas spent more time travelling hard dusty roads as a glorified messanger between father and son. Leo Maleinoi held an officer's rank in the Imperial Guard but that was a far cry from being an Emperor's general and counsellor.

What Father Savas finds very troubling is that Doux Aelfric has arrested the right men but only the murderer John Baris was present at the rape and murder of Persephone. Leo Maleinoi was at the time engaged in having sex with a slavegirl. It was she who had scratched him. Maleinoi's wife could truthfully deny having inflicted the scratches on her husband. And just might do that to revenge herself on her adulterous husband. He would have to get to her as soon as possible.

It was the fool Baris who worried him most. He had assured his commanding officer Maleinoi that Basil's concubine was ripe for a seduction. Unfortunately when she had met with him in secret it was just to inform him of how sorry she had been for leading him on. She had thought it was just a bit of flirtation. Baris had taken that as a slight and struck her. Before he knew what he had done she was naked, raped and dead. If he had just accepted the girl's apology, none of them would be facing the danger of Basil setting his pet Aenglish dog and his barbarians loose. Aelfric and the Varangians would sail east then march overland to the Maleinoi estates. Where they would deal with the Maleinoi and Baris family lines and retainers as ruthlessly as they did to the army of the rebel general Bardas Phokas in 987 when Aelfric and his Varangians had run amok and slaughtered everyone they could. The Maleinoi and Baris could be Bulgars for all the mercy Aelfric will show them.

It had all seemed to be a perfect plan. Persephone could have been induced to poison Basil, leaving his brother and Co-Emperor Constantine as sole Emperor. Constantine had been crowned simultaneously as his older brother but has routinely showed disdain for the title and responsibilities. Leaving all to his much more ambitious brother, Constantine instead spends his time hunting and horse racing. Constantine can be influenced. Basil cannot be.

Father Savas leaves the block of cells that Baras is imprisoned within and walks down the hall to the next one. Leo Malinoi is knelt in the corner of his cell praying, when Savas enters.

"Father Savas, what is the news?" he asks as he rises from his prayer, "Will Baras talk?"

"I am afraid he might," the priest answers, "The fool thinks that Basil may show mercy if he names his employer in this matter." "And Basil might just do that if it meant he could go after your family."

"Then Baras will have to be killed," Leo replies, "And quickly."

"That will be difficult, my son" Savas says, "The loyalty of the eunuchs will make an attempt on Baras here in the cells difficult." "And the Varangians are still out in force throughout the palace and city."

"We also have the problem of whether or not your wife will corroborate your story on how you became marked by a woman's nails."

Leo Malinoi scowls, "She may not." "She is a very devout Christian woman. Lying is a sin. And so is lying with another woman, slave or not."

"Then we will have to get the slavegirl to corroborate your story," Savas answers.

"That will be difficult," Leo replies, "I had her tongue cut out a week ago when she was caught with a slave from the stables." "Her lover did not survive the castration so she may not be inclined to cooperate with us." "She is suicidal. Threats against her will mean nothing."

"That fool, Baras, assured me Persephone was ripe for a seduction. This is all his fault."

"Why did he have to rape and kill the girl? Now Basil has two reasons to go after my family. Aelfric and his men will kill them all."

Savas says a silent prayer for all their sakes.

"I will go to your wife and try persuade her to back up your story," he says to Leo, "It would have been better if you had told the truth in the first place." "Perhaps it would be best if you confessed to that small lie."

"If I do that then my wife might be able to get a divorce," Leo counters, "Her brother is a bishop." "And if I am divorced then there is no place for me at court."

"My father will not like that."

"The we must pray that God gives us the means to convince your wife," Savas says.

He leads Leo Maleinoi in a prayer for salvation and then leaves. It has been a long night, so he goes to his quarters to sleep and pray on an answer.

Kaija half supported by eunuch guards is unceromoniously walked to the slave quarters for those who serve the barracks of the Varangian Guard. She is shoved into the waiting arms of another eunuch.

Her guards pass the keys to her crude chastity belt to the one in charge of the slave quarters. The crude belt does not have opening for using the toilet and will have to be removed when the need arises.

"Doux Aelfric wants the virginity of both her arse and cunny protected. She is to be given the lowest of jobs, emptying piss pots, cleaning the drinking hall floors and serving Varangians with her mouth," her guard instructs the slave overseer, "If she performs those duties adequately, she is to be taught to dance. But there is no hurry in promoting her from cleaning chamber pots and wiping up vomit from the floors." "Doux Aelfric wishes her to be punished for her continued disobedience and have her mouth put to it's proper use."

The eunuch overseer takes Kaija to a room with a locked door. He pushes her inside with half a dozen slave girls. Who by the light from the doorway can be seen sleeping on thin matresses on the hard floor. The girls are clothed in rags are not the prettiest slavegirls in the palace.

"Perform your tasks well and you will be given better quarters," he sneers at Kaija, "Continue with being disobedient and unsubmissive and you will find yourself in heavy chains too."

He leaves and locks the door, Leaving Kaija in complete darkness.
 
They spoke about Kaija as if she was not present and it suited her fine. She could have been mouthy or demanded to speak to Aelfric about what she had overheard but Kaija felt it was time she took care of her own needs; first and foremost; Kaija was exhausted and desperately needed to sleep. She didn’t exactly have high expectations of the barracks slave living quarters after all Freja had told her anyway. No one cared that she was still basically naked except for the chastity belt, her dress had been left forgotten on the floor in Aelfric’s chambers. Kaija didn’t bother demanding clothing to ward off the night chill. She just wanted to be left alone, even if it was on a filthy, thin mattress on the floor with a dozen other slaves.

“At least I get a bed to myself.” Kaija mumbled as she fumbled in the darkness for the nearest empty mattress and fell upon it with a clunk.

Not having to share the small space with Aelfric had its appeal, even if it was disgusting and uncomfortable. Her stubborn pride allowed her to see the best in this situation. Kaija fell asleep quickly, too tired to consider her current predicament or how she could possibly avoid sucking cocks for the next week. Even cleaning vomit and piss was more appealing than the indignity of serving Aelfric’s men sexually. It didn’t elude her sleep though, Kaija’s dreams were filled with many faceless soldiers shoving their pricks in her face while she screamed about how much she didn’t want to do this and Aelfric’s grinning face loomed above her.

She awoke with a start as another slave girl gave her a gentle push, “Hey new girl. Time to get up.”

Kaija sat up quickly and rubbed her eyes as the other woman threw a piece of material at her, it was a tattered grey garment that barely passed for a long shirt or an incredibly short dress.

“Put that on and come with me. Aziz will come let you out of your chastity so you can use the privy.” She told her matter-of-factly.

Kaija pulled it on in a hurry and got up, following the other women into a small bathroom with only one bath and a privy on the far side. Kaija followed them in their hygiene routine, learning how to plait her own hair very poorly with some assistance from the woman who had woken her. Kaija had come to learn her name was Chehra and she had been a spoil of war some 15 years prior. Now that she was getting older, her Master had sold her cheaply as a barracks slave and gotten a younger girl to replace her. Although at 32, Kaija could see that Chehra had a pretty face that was lost amid a hard life which had been unkind to her skin. Chehra had been in the barracks for two years and quietly ran Kaija through the expectations of the day, it seemed Chehra had been charged with guiding Kaija.

Aziz locked Kaija’s chastity belt back on with a resounding click and sent Chehra and Kaija on their way. Their first stop was a quick breakfast of some sloppy looking oats and badly burned bread before swiftly moving onto the drinking hall, the tables were a mess and other slave girls were clearing and cleaning them while Kaija and Chehra filled a bucket each and grabbed a scrubbing brush to clean the vomit, ale and wine stained stone floors. They chatted quietly while they worked and Chehra took the opportunity to ask Kaija the question that had been bugging her most of all.

“Who owns you?” Chehra inquired.

“What makes you think I am not just one of you? An unowned barracks slave?” Kaija shrugged.

“Well for starters, no one cares about our chastity in the way your Master clearly cares for yours.” Chehra smirked and Kaija blushed bright red, Chehra continued, “Secondly, you are too pretty and too young. Your Master is brave to send you here at all.”

“Why brave?” Kaija asked her with a puzzled expression, flipping her braid and shifting the scrubbing brush to her other hand.

“The soldiers won’t want a bar of us once they lay eyes on you. It would not surprise me if they don’t rip that belt from you by force.” Chehra shrugged.

Kaija shook her head, “They wouldn’t.”

Chehra eyed her suspiciously, “What makes you so sure?”

“I belong to their commander. I have seen Aelfric cut a man’s face open simply for speaking ill of me, him and his physician. They would never disobey him. Besides, I have a second chastity under this one.” Kaija groaned and shifted to a new section of floor, her legs were stiff and sore beneath her.

“A second chastity? Where? I can’t see how you could fit another belt under that thing.” Chehra gestured with her scrubbing brush.

“It’s not a belt…it’s…well I don’t really know. It was done to me by his Jewish physician. It’s like a chainmail sewn across my vagina. I can’t remove it. No one can. So he knows it’s protected.” Kaija shrugged while Chehra’s eyes seem to widen as she imagined what Kaija described.

“Allah help us…” She whispered softly, shaking her head and resuming her scrubbing.

When they were done, Chehra showed Kaija which chamber pots to empty and let her into each section of the barracks explaining what they were for including the armory where several slave girls were cleaning weapons and armour.

“Figures. You get stuck with me when you’re probably used to doing these chores.” Kaija told Chehra apologetically.

Chehra laughed as they left the armory and shook her head, “No, I did but I accidentally bit a soldier a few evenings ago and I have been on hard duties since.”

“Just for a bite? It was an accident! Was he very hurt?” Kaija asked and to her surprise, Chehra almost doubled over laughing.

“You could say!” Chehra wiped a tear from her eye and tried to get her giggling under control, “I bit his cock. I didn’t mean to, I was going to sneeze and it was a reaction. The guy buried in my ass didn’t mind! He is the only reason I didn’t get knocked out and lose two of my teeth like Ada did.”

“Why would he care? Aren’t we just slaves?” Kaija asked her.

“Yes but he came hard and really enjoyed it so he stopped the soldier hitting me. He was a bit of a pussy cat anyway; I barely broke the skin!” Chehra cackled as they emptied the remaining chamber pots and went to eat lunch.

“Where are all the soldiers? I have barely seen any except those on guard duty.” Kaija inquired.

“Half are out at practice, they’re always fighting and learning. The others are helping your Master with his investigations.” Chehra told her.

Kaija had almost forgotten about Persephone’s murder and she sighed, “I think I know who killed her but Aelfric would not give me an audience now.”

“What did you do?” Chehra asked her.

Kaija explained the events of the night before and Chehra arched a brow as she listened intently while they sat down to lunch in a small mess hall.

Chehra smirked evilly, “So he got upset because you stopped sucking him off or because you dared say no?”

Kaija shrugged non-committedly, “I don’t know. I tell him no to a lot of things. He usually just takes it anyway. This is just a new level of punishment without physically ripping me apart. This part isn’t so bad but I don’t want to suck…men…soldiers…all night.”

Chehra sympathised with her, “Sucking isn’t so bad. At least they can’t three way tag team you or beat your ass.”

“Three way what?” Kaija asked.

Chehra shook her head, “You’ll find out soon enough.” She finished sadly and they cleared their space at the table and went to finish the other half of the drinking hall floors. As the day wore on, Chehra reminded Kaija a lot of Freja but perhaps she was a slightly kinder version. Kaija thought that Chehra may have mentored Freja or vice versa, they were so alike in so many ways. They had found the resilience necessary to survive as a slave here where Kaija saw many fallen expressions on the faces of other slaves.

Soon after the evening meal, Kaija found herself placed upon a dirty cushion, kneeling in the drinking hall. Aziz took a short length of chain and attached it to an eyelet in the floor before connecting it to Kaija's collar with a heavy lock to which he held the key.

"This is just a precaution girl. If you're obedient then I will remove it. If you try to bolt then it will stay on." Aziz told her and walked away.

Other girls knelt on cushions in various places around the hall, only two others needed chains like Kaija. Kaija knew one had been disobedient although she didn't know how and the other was new. The new woman was skinny, almost emaciated, so badly that she looked like a teenage boy rather than a young woman. Her face was tear streaked and terrified. Kaija wanted to tell her to get the fearful look off her face as it would attract the wrong kinds of attention from the men but she was too far away, situated almost exactly adjacent from her across the hall with a clear line of sight between tables.

Other slave girls were standing with flagons of wine and ale, ready to serve the men as they began filtering into the hall. Kaija had to hold her breath and steady her nerves, she would have already bolted if not for the chain which she found almost amusing. Clearly Aziz knew his job well. Kaija dug her nails into her palms and tried to keep her head down despite her curiosity, she was doing her utmost to avoid attention.
 
Father Savas hurries along the corridor. It has taken all day to first locate Leo Maleinoi's brother-in-law and then for the bishop to beseech Basil to allow his sister the comfort and guidance of a priest. Unlike her husband in the Imperial dungeons, Maleinoi's wife is confined and guarded by Varangians. When he had demanded to see her, as her confessor, the pagan guards had ignored him. One even put his hand on him and shoved him away from the door. Now armed with a piece of paper bearing the Imperial seal, he hopes to be able to find Jarl Rodger and have him direct the guards to allow him entrance to see the woman. Aelfric is said to be interrogating the other confined noble families. Two families have been released and have told tales of being terrorized and witnessing a few beatings administered to overly proud nobles.

As he moves through the palace, the priest passes by the Varangian barracks hall. He crosses himself as he goes past the doors. Aside from Varangians, slavegirls and a few eunuchs no Byzantine has ever entered the hall. It is said to be an unholy place of paganism, debauchery and drunkeness. If how the Varangians comport themselves in the city's taverns and brothels are any indication, how they act within their own hall is something any God fearing person would not like to contemplate. It is said that inside there is a stable of slatterns and sluts for the use of those Varangians who have gambled away their wages. Considering how Aelfric and Rodger both keep hareems, not unlike the infidel Arab Muslims, Savas is sure such tales are true.

Inside the Varangian barracks is filling quickly with Northmen coming off duty or awakening for their night shifts. A few linger just long enough to eat and get a head start on drinking before leaving for the city taverns and brothels were the whores and serving girls are prettier. Many though who have squandered their wages stay to enjoy the free drinks and slattern whores.

But it with some surprise that they see their commander's new bed warmer chained to the floor. It is rare to find such a beauty in the hall. Some of the dancers are quite pretty but not on Kaija's scale. The last beauty had been Freya, who had been sent to the barracks for taking the maidenhood of a slavegirl Jarl Rodger had intended to deflower. Word had it that Earl Aelfric had taken her as one of his personal sluts.

There is a constant traffic of men stopping to ogle Kaija. But none move to take advantage of her. Several girls are already involved with servicing men. Two are being taken by two men at once from each end. Slavegirls scuttle back and forth bringing out platters of food and drink. Three dance upon the trestled tables in time to the music supplied by a band of harpists, flutists and drummers. Eventually even the skinny skank is put to use. Although she has to be held down at first before she finally submits to the fourth man to use her and is put on her hands and knees to be mounted like a bitch. And still no man makes a move towards Kaija. It would appear thet are waiting for something or someone.

Finally a muted cheer sounds from the men accompanied with "About time you got here, Sigurd!" "There is a fresh one to break in."

"The Emperor kept me long," booms a loud voice. And through the hall strides a giant of a man. The same who had a part in roughly accosting Kaija on Aelfric's ship. Close to seven feet tall and hugely muscled Sigurd Jotunnson commands the detachment that personally accompanies Basil. Selected for height and breadth they are the largest and most impressive of the northmen, who generally tower over the southern races anyways.

"Well now!" he exclaims as he comes to stand over Kaija, "I thought that Earl Aelfric would find some excuse to put you here." "Didn't expect it to be so soon."

He takes in the sight of the chastity belt which shows below the scrap of a dress Kaija wears and laughs, "Well I guess we can't have everything." "Yet!"

Sigurd takes a seat close by where he can look at Kaija. One of the prettier dancers moves to sit on his lap as he eats and drinks. His attention, aside to his food and drink, seems more directed at Kaija. Sigurd had come late to the Varangian Guard. Previously the right to be first to break in a new barracks whore had been decided by dice or wrestling. Sigurd announced that he would in future have first dibs on any new slut. And no one sought to challenge him on it. Apparently in no hurry he spends a leisurely hour eating, drinking and fondling the slave on his lap, with repeated looks at the chained Kaija.

He dismisses the girl on his lap with a slap on her ass from a huge hand that encompasses the globe of her buttock. Out of armour and dressed in simple breeches and barechested, he sports many pagan tattoos and not a few scars. The breeches fit tightly over his massive thighs. And as he stands he displays a huge bulging erection beneath the thin wool. Rare amongst the Varangians he is clean shaven and wears his long blonde hair in a tight braid that hangs over his shoulder and down to his waist. Sigurd wears a thick gold torque, armrings and leather bracers.

With a big smile on his face, Sigurd advances on Kaija gives her a look over. He clamps a massive hand on the back of her neck to hold her and with the other rips the thin rag of a dress from her body, tossing it aside. An appreciative noise come from the men sitting around. Sigurd then releases Kaija's neck long enough to unlace his breeches. The size of his cock that is revealed is every bit in proprtion to the rest of his body.

Sigurd's hand returns to the back of Kaija's head and he lifts her from kneeling on her heels until his giant sized erection is just inches from her face. He snaps his fingers at a slavegirl, who scurries forward with a round ring attached to two leather straps. The girl kneels beside Kaija.

"Open your mouth real wide," the giant warrior demands Kaija.
 
Kaija watched as droves of Varangians entered the hall and engaged in drinking and debauchery without wasting any time. Kaija wanted to sink into the floor as every single soldier walked past her several times, ogling and longing to rip her clothing to shreds. It surprised Kaija completely that not one moved to take advantage of her. Kaija began to wonder if Aelfric was setting her up, scaring her straight for him rather than throwing her to the dogs immediately. She wondered if this was all some horrible mind fuck or if the soldiers knew they were allowed to debase her. Then she wondered if Aelfric was yet to arrive and make some humiliating statement about her as he had done on the ship.

Kaija lost track of Chehra throughout the course of the first hour, she surmised that one of the soldiers wanted some privacy and took her away at some point. Kaija watched others become nothing but pieces of meat between hungry wolves, the skinny one had started out screaming and now was sobbing softly as she finally gave in and obeyed her oppressors.

Soon enough, a commotion erupted which led Kaija’s eyes to wander to the entrance. The one Kaija had dubbed ‘the giant’ aboard Aelfric’s ship had entered. She briefly registered his name was ‘Sigurd’ and soon enough, he was standing over her. She felt so much smaller before him than she’d done on the ship and she swallowed hard as he addressed her, a blush rising in her cheeks and spreading rapidly across her face as her heart skipped a beat.

She was grateful when he made no move against her and sought the company of another slave as well as food and drink but his proximity was unnerving, as was his constant attention. He paid less attention to the slave he was fondling. Kaija wondered if the slave in his lap cared that the soldier was so rude in his attentions. Kaija occasionally held his eyes and sometimes looked away as though she were being deliberately flippant with him. Kaija decided it was better to say nothing at all…as her mother used to say…

Kaija watched Sigurd warily when he got up from the table and as he advanced on her, Kaija moved to scramble backwards awkwardly but it was a waste of time, Sigurd gripped her by the neck faster than she could get her stiff limbs to move and besides that, she’d forgotten she was chained to the floor by her brass collar. Sigurd pulled at the thin rag of a shirt she wore and it came away with little resistance.

“Nuh!” Kaija gasped and covered her breasts with her arms quickly as the whistles came from the hordes of men, her face was a colour similar to a beetroot.

Kaija was grateful when Sigurd released her as she thought her humiliation might be at an end but she was so very wrong – as usual. She watched in absolute horror, her face quickly becoming both crest fallen and mortified as Sigurd released what she could only describe as an undeniably mammoth cock from his breeches. He had to be at least ten inches long, maybe even twelve and with a girth akin to a man’s forearm in Kaija’s eyes. It looked like a pink and purplish swollen tree branch!

Kaija wriggled in his grip as he pulled her even closer to the monster he called a penis and she tried to shake her head in his hold while whimpering softly as her body began to tremble in fear. She could not fit that in her mouth! It was terrifying just to look at it! She could smell him now; she was so close to his half naked form. And then the order she was dreading came and Kaija stiffened, her jaw clamping shut as tightly as possible, her eyes became stern and insolent. It was a standoff and Kaija refused to open her mouth as she looked up at him and held his gaze, hoping she looked as cool and imperial as she wished she felt. The entire hall seemed to be looking at them, some of the slaves had their hands over their mouths to hide their expressions while the soldiers merely seemed amused by Kaija’s show of ‘strength’.
 
A smile comes over Sigurd's face as he looks down on a defiant Kaija. The kind of smile which says he was hoping she would defy him. A smile which does not reach his eyes. Sigurd's eyes never smile. They are the eyes of a cold blooded killer. One who delights in bloodshed and massacre. Killing is what Sigurd does best and what he enjoys best. He can row longer and stronger than any man. Because at the end of it he gets to kill. Or at least slake his appetites on captured slavegirls.

"Earl Aelfric said you would probably be disobedient," the giant calmly states, "He also said that as long as no important bits are cut off you are to be used and treated just like any other barracks slut." "It's a shame he has you in that chastity belt."

"I would love to hear you scream as I fuck you in the ass." "But that pleasure will have to wait for another time. Be assured though that time will come."

He turns away from Kaija and returns to his seat at the table and the girl who he dismissed a few moments ago.

"String her up," he sneers.

There is no shortage of volunteers who descend upon Kaija to hold her and unfasten the chain about her collar. Eight men grab a limb to ensure she cannot move. The hall is lit by large overhead candelabrums hung from chains. Two centrally located ones are lowered down and Kaija is dragged to them. Ropes are attached to the candleabrums and Kaija's wrists. Ropes about her ankles are tied to rings in the floor that secure some of the more unwilling slave girls. These girls are released and dragged aside as Kaija in then lifted spreadeagled into the air.

Dangling nine feet in the air, everybody in the hall has a view of what is about to happen to her. And every eye in the hall is directed in her direction as Sigurd gets up and approaches her from behind. It is his great height which enables him to reach up and gather her hair in his massive hand. And with a none too sharp knife hack it off short. Sigurd holds up remains of Kaija's long hair like a trophy. The hall erupts in a great cheer and laughter.

Sigurd walks to a brazier of glowing coals and tosses Kaija's cut locks into it. Her hair flares and burns filling the air about with an acrid smell. He takes the knife he used to cut off her hair and slides it into the coals. Then turns his attention to the slavegirl that sat upon his knee. She now straddles his lap reaching between her legs to place the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunny and lowers herslef down on to it. Slowly she lifts and lowers her hips as Sigurd drinks deep from a horn. All the while he stares fixedly at the spreadeagled suspended Kaija.

In a palace office close by where the suspected noble families are confined, Jarl Rodger looks at the paper presented by the Greek Priest. Unlike the unlettered Aelfric, Rodger is literate in Latin, Greek and Aenglish. He glares suspiciously at the priest. Aelfric while hating most priest is still Christian. Rodger holds fast to his Norse gods. But despite his disregard for Christian priest he finds himself unable to disobey and order bearing the Great Seal of the Emperor.

The Jarl tosses the scroll back at Father Savas. "You may see the woman, priest!" he sneers, "You should remind her where her loyalty lies and the consequences should she withhold any knowledge that she may have."

That is exactly what Savas is going to do. He bows deep and scuttles away knowing that a departing blessing from his Christian god will not be taken well by the pagan Northman.
 
Before Kaija could think up a witty retort for Sigurd, he gave the order and the men swarmed on Kaija who writhed like a wet cat beneath their overwhelming strength. She groaned and stilled as she was tied and lifted, her struggling had been worthless. The pressure built fast in her arms, in this position, she could not lift herself to grip her bindings as she had before and her healing shoulder was particularly strained.

Kaija breathed heavily, hard and fast as she tried to quell her panic while Sigurd rounded on her. She couldn’t see him from her vantage point but she knew he was there. The next warning came as he reefed back on her braid and her head snapped upwards with the pain and pressure. She screamed in shock and then felt her body stiffen as the cold whisper of a blade brushed lightly behind her neck, sending chills down her spine. The pressure was released quickly and Kaija looked over her shoulder to see her beautiful braid held up for the hall moments before Sigurd threw it into the flames.

Kaija choked down her feelings, she felt vulnerable and violated and not for the first time since she had been here. She thought she still had a few inches of hair left, he had not cut so close to her scalp but the mere idea that he chopped away a piece of her femininity with her locks was almost too much to bear. It was one thing when she’d been prepared to do it herself, it was another entirely to have someone take any choice away from her.

More than that, Kaija felt angry that he had done that to her and before she could stop herself or think better of it, she screamed at him, “Fuck you! Son of a goddamn viper is what you are!”

Some of the men chuckled and some laughed outright at her angst. The slaves moved mechanically as though terrified of being strung up next to her. Kaija spotted Eadric in amongst the men, he was watching the scene with interest. He’d always kept enough money for the whores in town but knowing Kaija was to be here that night, Eadric had suspected something special would take place that he’d not wish to miss.

Kaija was angry at him for watching her, angry at all of them for being amused by her plight and by her station. She stared down Sigurd defiantly and spoke with a stern and cold voice, “You could never have me willingly and it pains you.”

Chehra had reentered the room at some point and looked a little disheveled. She was shocked to see Kaija strung up in the little time she had left her. Chehra whispered to the nearest unoccupied slave girl who filled her in quickly as to all that had occurred. Chehra swallowed hard and started thinking fast as to how she could possibly help without joining Kaija but she stood destitute for a long time. She could have begged Sigurd for mercy but Kaija had overstepped with her taunting and it would be clear that she would not escape punishment. It was equally clear that Kaija was not willing to submit or beg so Chehra knew any effort to save the girl pain would be wasted. She decided to wait and see what Sigurd would do, if it seemed too severe, she would attempt to throw herself on his mercy and hope he would see reason in it. Chehra also knew that was unlikely, Sigurd was vicious and Kaija…Kaija was most unlucky.
 
"Pains me!" Sigurd laughs, "I can assure you, slave, it is not I who will be feeling pain." "I've dreamt of having your father as a prisoner and getting my revenge on him."

"One of his spawn will have to do."

The girl impaled on his lap, slowly rises up and own on his cock. Sigurd keeps his eyes fixed on Kaija. Most of the rest of the men turn their attentions back to their drinks, food or slaves. Kaija's screams once they begin will bring their attention back to the spectacle of her hanging suspended for all to see.

In the mean time the debauchery continues. There is no rest for the slavegirls, when one man is done with her another moves to take his place or she is taken and pulled onto another lap. The thin girl screams as she is penetrated unnaturally. But there is nothing she can do but scream. Not all the women seem to suffering. Several are obviously in the throes of passion as the are fucked by one or more men. A few more drink heavily from drinking horns laughing with their male companion. Or companions as a few girls are regalling whole tables of warriors with ribald tales, song and poetry. The dancers are moving energetically to the music. There are even a few fights between warriors. Weapons are forbidden in the barrack's hall. They stand in racks at the entrance under guard. A couple fights are broken up with the combatants either sullenly seperating or embracing as brothers and swearing friendship. One is allowed to continue as bets are placed on the outcome.

All of this Kaija has an unobstructed view of from her suspended position.

Father Savas waves the Imperial Order in the face of the door guards to the apartment holding the wife of Leo Maleinoi. Rodger had a clerk countersign it but the Northmen at the door just look at the priest like he is something they picked up on their boots from the street. If the guards had been any but Varangians Savas would have been raving at them. But being struck down by a pagan warrior will not help his cause. So it with a significant swallowing of his pride that he resorts to exclaiming the virtues of the great warrior, Jarl Rodger and how he has given his personal word that the priest may visit the woman inside. It still requires several minutes of debasing himself before both Varangians simultaneously crack smiles and step aside. So it with a renewed hatred of the Varangians that Savas passes into the bare apartment.

Inside a richly dressed young woman keels in prayer, only to arise when father Savas enters the room. Kristiana Maleinoi rushes toward the priest and embraces him.

"Oh! Thank God!" she exclaims half weeping, "Father, what is going on?" "The pagans came and brought me and have not said a word on why."

"Has something happened to Leo?"

"He has been arrested," Savas explains, "Basil's favourite concubine has been assassinated." "Your husband was interrogated by Doux Aelfric."

"It would appear that Persephone managed to mark her killer before she died. And your husband bears marks on him."

"That is why I am here."

"But Leo would not kill anyone," Kristiana exclaims, "We are loyal to the Emperor." "There must be a mistake."

Savas wonders at the apparent naivity of the women. It was just a couple of years ago that the Maleinoi's stood with Phokas in his rebllion against the rule of Basil. The Maleinoi stand to lose vast lands should Basil continue with his land reforms to return reconquered land to the middle class farmers that make up the bulk of the army.

"Have no fear," Savas assures the woman, "Leo is indeed innocent." "But there is a... complication in proving his innocence."

"Leo in an attempt to avoid embarrassing you has been caught up in telling a small lie."

"Embarrassing me?" Kristiana exclaims as she steps back from her confessor, "How could he have embarrassed me?"

"Your husband was weak and succumbed to sin by having relations with a slavegirl," Savas says, "So he told Doux Aelfric that the marks on his body were put there by you during marital relations."

Kristiana is livid, "How dare he!" "How dare he defile our holy marriage vows by being with another woman!" "And now he wants me to lie as well?" "I won't do it!" "He can have his slut tell the truth!"

"The slavegirl may not be able or desire to," the priest replies, "She recently had her tongue cut out on your husband's orders and her lover castrated from which he did not survive." "So you see, you must back up your husband's story. Or else Basil will unleash Aelfric and the Varangians on your family." "Think of your sons!"

"You're asking me to lie? To sin!" the young woman vents, "You want me to lie to the Emperor?"

"You must!" Savas pleads, "For the sake of your children. Aelfric will kill them before your very eyes." "Pray to God for guidance, child. He will forgive a small untruth that will protect your family from the Varangians."

"I will pray for guidance, Father," Kristiana says bitterly, "Leave me. I wish to be alone."

With those words she turns away and returns to her prayers.

Savas had not expected the young wife to immediately comply. But he is sure she will come around. If only for the sake of her children. He says a silent prayer just in case though as he exits the apartment.
 
Kaija tore her eyes from Sigurd though she could feel his gaze lingering on her even afterwards. She had to stop herself from continuing to say she'd never had anything to do with her father lest she bring more shame to her family. She surveyed the room to keep her mind from the persistent pain in her limbs caused by the suspended position. The shoulder she had previously dislocated was screaming at her but she refused stubbornly to make a sound or let her suffering be known. It would only give Sigurd more satisfaction.

Kaija winced as she saw the new girl, the thin girl, being taken so brutally from behind. It was savage and not at all as she had witnessed Freya being taken by Aelfric. The soldier’s choice of lubricant was not oil but his backwashed ale. The girl screamed as though she was being torn in half and tried in vain to claw away from her assailant who gripped her hips and hair tightly and had her slung over a table at the waist. There was no escape for her. She cried and begged and pleaded for his mercy but he continued to thrust in and out and laugh with his comrades as though she wasn’t speaking at all.

Kaija watched the dancers for a while, contemplating how she could draw out these lessons she was supposed to be having so that she could take longer at them and delay her inevitable return to the men here in the hall and eventually to Aelfric. She began to breathe heavier as her weight took its toll on her limbs. She looked down upon her bruised breasts which were coming out in shades of bluish yellow now and wondered if they’d ever be skin coloured again.

She lifted her head to find Chehra regaling a table of men with famous war stories that Kaija assumed had been taught to Chehra at some point. Chehra reminded Kaija of her mother in that moment, her mother could make soldiers laugh to the point of pained bellies just like that. Kaija had to tear her gaze from Chehra at the thought as her eyes began to mist. She hoped dearly that her mother wasn’t worried for her but she knew that she would be. She prayed silently to Odin for the first time in years that her mother might forgive her wretched daughter for putting her through this. She prayed that her mother might know she was sorry and that her mother might never learn her fate.
 
"You should have denied the request!, " Aelfric rebukes Rodger, "You know what these priests are like!" "How could you let him get to a witness before we had a chance to interrogate her?"

"He had the Emperor's seal on it," Rodger replies, "And not that fool brother of his, Constantine, either."

"You should have gone with him!" Aelfric barks back.

Aelfric is truly angered at Rodger's mistake. The more so because Jarl Rodger makes so very few mistakes. Aelfric relies on Rodger heavily, he is a steadying influence. And being literate is indispensable to the Varangian Guard. Intelligent, a good fighter and literate is a rare combination.

Aelfric's second in command is about to open his mouth and plead being too busy but closes it before he can make matters worse. Rodger knows he made a mistake. So he sits quietly as Aelfric glowers at him.

"Do we have her children?" Aelfric eventually asks.

"Yes," Rodger answers.

"Fetch them and bring them to her," Aelfric says, "Let's see what story she tells with swords at her children's throats."

Draining his wine goblet, Aelfric leaves with his guard. Still angry he heads straight to the apartment that Kristiana Maleinoi is being held. The guards at the door promptly open it as he approaches. Kristiana crosses herself when he and his men enter the room.

"Doux Aelfric," she says in welcome as she fearfully kneels.

Aelfric does not respond to her greeting. He just stares at her. Within a minute the young woman is overtaken by trembling. She appears about to speak but Aelfric just turns to his men and starts to have a rather ribald conversation with them. Kristiana's trembling becomes a shaking. She almost faints when the door reopens and Jarl Rodger steps through leading her two young sons of three and four by the hand. Aelfric moves to kneel beside the four year old boy who looks close to tears and keeps moving his eyes between his mother and the huge fearsome looking Aenglishman.

"What's your name?" Aelfric asks the young boy pleasantly.

"John," replies the fearful lad.

"Are you a good boy, John?" Aelfric asks, "You don't tell lies do you?" "You know lying is a sin don't you?"

"Y...yes," the boy answers.

"Liars are punished and go to hell don't they?" asks Aelfric.

The young lad is overcome with fear and does not appear to be able to answer. Aelfric musses his hair and stands to look at Kristiana.

"I understand your quite receptive to a good fuck!" he says deadpan.

"P...please, don't hurt my sons!" Kristiana begs.

"Tell me about the last time your husband fucked you?" Aelfric asks pleasantly enough with one hand on Kritiana's son's head.

"Yesterday morning!" she replies not taking her eyes of her son, "It was yesterday morning." "My husband had guard duty for the next seven days."

"We're trying to have another child. A daughter maybe."

"Did you enjoy it? Aelfric asks, "Or were you just doing your duty?"

"I love my husband!" Kristiana replies still with her eyes on her son, "I... I enjoyed it... yes."

"Wrap your legs around him and fuck him back did you?" continues Aelfric, "Maybe use your nails to make it good for him and you?"

"Y...yes," she says.

Aelfric looks at her for a moment.

"Put her and her sons with the others," he says to Rodger and walks out.

Kristiana almost faints again in relief. As her sons are allowed to run to her she breaks down and sobs holding them tight. The lie came so easily. She knew that if she had told the truth her sons would have died probably before her eyes. Maybe not then. More likely in the Hippodrome as an example to others and to satiate Basil's need for revenge.

Jarl Rodger joins Aelfric outside the apartment.

"Do you believe her? he asks his commander.

"I doubt we would get any other answer from her even if we lit a fire under her feet," Aelfric answers.

"Maybe we should light a fire under her husband's feet," is Rodger's reply.

"Knowing the life of his children, wife and entire family was at stake," Aelfric answers, "I doubt we would get a confession from him." "It's obvious she was prewarned by the priest."

"You fucked that up, Rodger!"

"But we have the other one," Rodger says, "Baris." "He most certainly was the assassin wether or not Maleinoi knew anything or not."

"Basil will just have to suffice with Baris' life then," Aelfric replies, "Would have loved to take down the Maleinoi." "Would have been lots of plunder and slaves from that."

"Have a fire lit under Baris, see if we can get him to implicate the Maleinoi."

Rodger salutes and leaves Aelfric who strides off towards the Imperial quarters followed by his guard.

Kaija has been suspended for a couple of hours before Sigurd gets up from his chair pushing aside the slavegirl who has just cleaned his cock off with her mouth. He doesn't bother to put it away. With a wave of his hand several Varangians move to lower Kaija to the floor. With her arms still outstretched by the chains a Varangian grabs her by the back of her head. There is still enough hair for him to get a firm grip. Another stands behind her and moves to hold a large ring attached to a strap before her face and mouth.

Sigurd moves to the brazier that he left the knife in. The blade glows red hot as he approaches Kaija with it. Kaija's head is pulled back hard as Sigurd smiles down on her. He is still smiling as he lays the red hot blade against the top of her right breast.
 
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 reentered the hall or came in out of sheer curiosity as to whom had caused the loud scream.
 
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