5 comments/ 77971 views/ 24 favorites The Vikings By: Skorpion49 The long ship beached gently on the sands of a northern, British shore and Leif quietly motioned to his crew that it was once more time to do make them worthy of the name Viking. The spring sun and morning breeze welcomed them and he pointed silently at the smoke rising from the nearby Saxon village. They did not expect much resistance - the simple spears of these poor farmers would be no match for Viking swords, axes and berserkers. They ran silently along the sands, hoping to surprise the villagers before most where awake. Leif was flanked by two men in bearskin; they had partaken of the mushroom this night and were wild-eyed and ready to fight to the death, and were sure to put the fear of God into these peasants. Not that Leif believed in any Christian God, but he was careful to respect Odin, who was sure to welcome them to Valhalla and eternal feasting and whoring should their luck and skill run out one day. In the meantime, Leif was glad to have Olav and Baard at his side. With shields and an axe or a sword, plus strong leather clothing and chain mail, and horned helmets, they felt invincible. Behind them was a strong and experienced group who had sailed across the Northern Sea for two years, picking the spoils of war and returning to the Northern Way before winter. Leif trusted each with his life, as a harsh existence on land and at sea had taught them all the value of friendship and trust. Their ship had been spotted! He heard the anguished cries of women and children as they hurried to escape, and heard the guttural yells of weary men who hastily made ready to protect the little they had. The first spears were easily parried and the Saxons wisely decided to save their weapons for hand-to-hand combat. He almost admired their foolish bravery as their clumsy spears where cut in two by sword and axe and their blood spilled on the golden sand. He engaged the strongest, as befitted a leader, and received for his pains a spear wound to the shoulder. But his protective clothing prevented any real damage and the surprised Saxon, caught off balance, was cut and overturned by Leif's sword. The Saxon lay bleeding and pleading on the sands and Leif ended his misery with a deep and violent stab to the stomach. Leif withdrew the bloody sword and felt his blood pumping in frenzy. The others were inside the gates now and he followed. He was pleased the women and children had escaped - to the church no doubt. They would sack that prize later. But now he and his men deserved some breakfast... "Aaargh!" He felt pain as a sharp knife penetrated his exposed and muscular upper arm. Instinctively he swiped at his attacker with his shield, and prepared to deliver the death blow. To his surprise he found himself looking down at a young woman, clad in little more than rags. He didn't know what to take in first...the pain in his arm, or the vision of her pale and smooth thighs barely covered by cloth, her full bosom heaving beneath tatters, or her fiery red hair, blazing eyes and pouting, angry lips. Olav and Baard were at his side in an instant and raised their weapons to smite his assailant. "Nay!" he heard himself say. "She ... is mine to punish. Besides...she may prove useful." In truth he had been smitten not by her knife but by her beauty, and was reminded of how many days now since he had left his woman on a far shore and vowed to return. Weeks on a heaving ship with the stink of fish and men. By Thor how he longed to be penetrating with more than his sword! "Let her attend to my wound. Make ready a pole to which we can tie her while we feast. Your stomachs and eyes deserve a reward! Olav! Bind her feet that she may not escape. Her hands are to be free while she treats my wound. Hold your sword to her throat and make her understand!" Leif was pleased to be close to her face. He studied her and she averted her eyes, she trembled but was clearly adept at caring for wounded men. He dearly longed to taste those lips...imagined how they would look wrapped around his cock...imagined what he would do to with the mighty erection that was forming under his tunic. He enjoyed the sight of youthful breasts jiggling behind her ragged clothes. As she finished her work he grabbed an orb and she pulled away but he gained the satisfaction of eye contact. Two fiery souls stared at each other defiantly. He smiled and said, "Takk!" Before she could pull away from him completely he stood up and towered over her, holding her slender arms behind her. Baard removed the bindings around her ankles so she could walk. Leif stood behind her and steered her towards the centre of the party, there was a fire surrounded by his men and a horizontal branch in place as he had ordered. He gently nudged the small of her back with the erection she had unwittingly caused. She struggled as he held her arms out parallel with the pole and Leif commanded Olav to bind her upper arms and wrists to it. "Does not your leader deserve some mead, my warriors?" he asked rhetorically. He drank deeply of the ale and proffered some to the girl. She turned her face away so he emptied some of the remains over her breasts. The liquid dripped over the remnants of her clothes and reached her thighs and started to drip onto the sand. "Such a waste of good mead. I do not want my sailors to go thirsty!" With that he ripped the flimsy cloth from her bosom and poured the last of his cup onto her bare breasts. The Vikings cheered. Leif knew how to keep his men loyal and happy. He knelt before the girl and licked the drops of ale carefully from her breasts, paying particular attention to the nipples that were slowly stiffening. She cursed and swore at him and he thought himself lucky who did not understand... He held her hips and licked the droplets from her navel. He lifted her skirt and licked each rivulet from her firm young thighs, moving his tongue higher and higher until he smelt her sex...he smiled and lowered her skirt. "Let us feast men! We still have the church to find and she will lead us to it! Until then - enjoy her breasts as I have done. There will be no rape or that man will answer to my sword! I deserve that young cunt as payment for my wound! But release your tensions by all means...I will observe." They lowered the pole so the woman could rest upon her knees, the servile position ideal for the humiliation to follow. One by one the Vikings approached the young female and felt her breasts, or licked her nipples, or tried to kiss her, stroking their rigid members until they came. Their hot come spurted onto her face, or eyes, or lips, or breasts, she trembled with fear and shame as the hot white fluid cooled and trickled over her pure white skin. The wind blew gently over her and her nipples strutted in the cold. When covered with the come of twenty men she stared at the floor, ashamed at her cunt which twitched and dripped its own juices. Leif took another swig of ale and strode towards her and lifted her come-soaked face. He pulled her long hair away from her pale and slender neck and held a dagger to her jugular. He released his erection from the confines of his tunic and presented it to her lips. "Sug." The Vikings roared their appreciation as the frightened girl opened her lips to allow entry to the throbbing member. Ahhh...Leif had longed for the warm softness that was woman for so long now...and this one proved adept in the art of sucking. She even teased the head of his cock with her tongue and looked up eagerly for approval. He smiled and withdrew, he was keen to explore her other assets. He ripped away the remains of her skirt and the crew cheered as her cunt was revealed. Swollen lips and red hair there too, he noted. "Lower the pole to the ground, men." The girl was forced to kneel with her face to the ground, she turned her head to be more comfortable and keep an eye on her defiler. Leif was rewarded with the sight of a firm, heart-shaped arse upturned and ready for him. He slapped her inner thighs with the shaft of his knife, when she failed to move her knees wider apart he nicked her thighs lightly with the blade, drawing blood. She quickly spread for him. "Bastard!" she cried, sobbing, but secretly longing to feel his hot cock inside her. Leif spread her cheeks, admiring her moistened quim and pink arsehole. He remembered how his woman at home always denied him access to this her most private of places, and knowing that here was one for the taking made him wild with desire. He would attend to this lust later; now he must come, and take payment for the wrong this wench had done him. He fingered her cunt and enjoyed her moans, teased her by rubbing her anus with her fluids. To his surprise she arched her back and pushed back on his finger, and moaned. By Odin this vixen liked it! He could wait no longer. Kneeling behind her he rubbed her quim with the head of his cock until her lips parted. As his cock head felt warm moistness he thrust into her, they both sighed at the long awaited pleasure. His hands nearly encircled her wasp-thin waist as he pulled her hips backwards impaling her again and again on his member. He reached under her and squeezed her nipples hard until she screamed as he thrust into her. He took some of the come from her breastbone and smeared it between her arse cheeks, tickling her anus with a rotating thumb until it slid partly inside. "Aaargh! Yes! Come on Norseman fuck me harder, you bastard!" There was no denying her passion, although Leif understood little of what she said. The language of two bodies yearning for orgasm was, for now, all they had. He pushed downwards with cock and rubbed its head along the front wall of her vagina, stimulating her slowly before a new series of thrusts. It was too much, the sight of this perfect naked bum before him, her squeals of pain and pleasure, her hot and slippery cunt... Leif roared his satisfaction as he pumped what seemed like the pent up come of weeks deep into her vagina. He was suddenly aware of the men around him, raising their glasses in appreciation at the show. He arose, and bade his men raise the pole once more so the girl was standing. She was quite a sight, with straggly hair, piercing eyes, breathless and wet with sweat and blood and semen. Someone fetched some water and dowsed her until she was cleaner, she stood there dripping and shivering. She was still aroused and almost wanted another fucking, so near to orgasm was she. Leif sensed this, and laid claim to his property. He released her and put his arm around her, wrapping her in cloth and led her to a hut where she could put on some clothes. He enjoyed watching her as she dressed, heavy breasts swinging as she moved, that sweet lovely arse once more slowly hidden from him. He would have that part of her too, he vowed, before he had to return. But now they needed to move on to the church and richer pickings. He made the sign of the cross and said "kirke." Pointing to her, and himself, he made clear she was to lead the way. Before they left the hut, he embraced her and kissed her. "Leif," he said, pointing to himself. "Inga," she replied, smiling at his sudden insistence on protocol. Better to let this rough stranger take care of her than be left at the mercy of his men. Besides, she wanted to do him again, so many hidden lusts he had awoken in her. She wondered how his cock would feel in her bum, if it would hurt, or if she would bleed. Or if she would come as never before when his hot seed spurted deep within her while she rubbed herself. She also wondered, once they had sacked the church, and taken other riches, if he would like to look after her forever...well, she certainly had a trick or two left to make him addicted to her. She walked before him out into the morning sunshine, making sure he got a good look at her firm young curves wriggling beneath the cheap, thin, Saxon cloth. The Vikings Ch. 02 "Inga - vent!" There was something in the insistence of his tone that made her wait, despite not understanding his language. Leif quickly grabbed her hands and tied them behind her back; they nestled nicely in the small of her back, just over her curvaceous, inviting, bum. He kissed her on the back of the neck. "Kirken!" he said to her and his band of men; she understood she was to lead them there. She was reluctant to do so, reluctant to endanger her village, but with little choice at the point of a Viking sword, and under the spell of this tall and powerful warrior. After a brief walk they arrived at a mound overlooking the small, stone-built Saxon church. They all knew the women and children had sought sanctuary here, but Leif was no murderer. He wanted a quick and easy prize, or two...the second and best prize being this beautiful young wench. He held her waist, she felt his muscular presence and hot, meady breath on her neck, sensed his desire, and her own. Dear God, how would this end? Leif appraised the situation. He ordered a band of ten men to evacuate the church, frighten the weak or young or female into running away, and kill any man who dared to resist. He and Inga watched from the hill, until his men signalled for them. They entered the broken wooden door, with the sounds of the fleeing and defeated around them. Three dead Saxons lay on the ground, two soldiers and a priest, the latter clutching his Bible and a gold, jewel encrusted crucifix. His eyes stared lifelessly upwards, and his blood seeped onto the cold, stone floor. Inga gasped and choked, turned to bury her face in the chest of this dangerous stranger. She sought comfort and relief from the terror around her. Leif responded by holding her and stroking her long, red hair. He was surprised to feel his blood pumping into his cock, to feel desire at a time like this was unexpected, but pleasant indeed. He ordered his men to take the most valuable treasure as quickly as possible, and return to the boat. He would deal with the woman... His men looked at him with a mixture of greed and envy, but hurried about their task and soon left the two of them alone. Leif strode back and forth before the primitive alter, took the crucifix from the priest and raised it heavenwards. He sought the approval of Odin and his countless lost brethren in Valhalla. He felt a rage and a lust that was overpowering; his final reward was to come now, before he had to return this beauty to her kind. He forced her to lay across the alter, held her bound hands behind her, lifted her flimsy skirt and freed his stiffening cock. "No!" Inga cried, "Please!" He took one of the alter candles and moved around in front of her, presented his cock to her soft red lips and waited for her to perform. She sobbed, and hesitated. Hot wax dripped onto her naked bum. "Sug!" commanded Leif. Inga dutifully took his member between her lips, licked him, sucked him, looked at him with tear-stained eyes and tried to avoid more dripping, hot wax on her tender young backside. Each chafe of teeth on his cock caused fresh drops of wax to fall. Inga was surprised to feel her quim becoming moist as the wax fell and Leif's cock filled her mouth. Once hard, Leif withdrew from her mouth and extinguished the candle on her pale and delicious arse. "Ayah! Bastard!" she cried. And thought, "Fuck me now, please." Leif moved behind her, held her down, took some of the holy oil for anointment and let it trickle between her cheeks; dipped the still warm candle into oil and pressed it slowly into her anus. "No! Please! Not that! Aarghh!" Slowly the tip of the candle disappeared, stretched her slowly, deeply, until only the wide base of the candle was protruding, a thumb's length. Leif took her hands, lifted her head by pulling back on her hair, and thrust his cock mercilessly into her cunt. A simultaneous moan of pain and pleasure escaped their lips. Each thrust pushed the candle deeper into her anus, Inga feared that he would damage her, but was surprised to enjoy the sensation of being totally penetrated. In fact, she almost wished she had another cock to suck... Leif breathed heavily, oh God please don't let him come yet, mm if only I could rub my clitoris, she thought. Leif contained himself, and withdrew, wanting to feel this girl's hot arse around his member before he came. Wanted to fuck this Saxon arse and let her live to tell the tale of the potent Viking invaders who would take what they wanted from her and her kind. He spread her thighs around the corner of the alter, allowing a fine view of the candle penetrating her anus, but happily for Inga this pressed her clitoris onto the now warm and slippery surface. Her breasts and nipples too enjoyed contact with the oil, through her flimsy but coarse clothing. She gasped, as he swiftly withdrew the candle from her, felt the cool air of the church enter her stretched and aching hole. He pressed into her anus, slowly, slowly, she gasped as his cock passed the outer ring. "Aaah no! Stop!" she cried as his cock head butted against a tender inner sphincter. Leif was unsurprised at the tightness but found the hot roughness of her arsehole to be incredibly exciting. He smacked her bum and she involuntarily relaxed to allow his cock to penetrate fully. He slid slowly back and forth, enjoying this new and ecstatic pleasure. There was no stopping them now, Leif fucked in a wild frenzy, so unusual to see his member disappear into her in this way. So hot, so rough, so slippery, so good... Inga's clitoris was being pounded into the alter, this pagan penetration aroused her as she knew it would, she was close to coming, would she be able to feel his warm seed inside her...? With a roar, Leif came, and Inga felt his hot come deep within, she bucked her hips and rubbed her clitoris onto the alter until she too shuddered in a powerful orgasm. Leif was surprised again as her strong internal muscles clenched around him and prolonged his orgasmic contractions. Finally, both spent, he slipped from her behind, and covered himself. He took his dagger and cut through her bonds. He admired the beauty of this hot, wet and violated Saxon arse, one last time. He smacked her cheeks as one would a faithful horse, and turned and headed for the door, clutching the golden bejewelled crucifix. Inga panted for breath and wanted to rest awhile, but saw her future disappearing. She lifted herself from the alter, felt the hot come of a stranger drip from her violated anus, felt the heat of the candle burn, felt the tingling of her cunt and a post orgasmic euphoria. "Leif!" she cried, "Wait!" The Vikings Ch. 03 Leif stopped as he heard Inga call his name. He turned to see her stumbling after him, dress in rags, bruises already beginning to show. The hot candle wax he had dripped on her was crusted on her pale body, and her nipples were hard nubs. She looked delicious...he probably couldn't take her home, he thought reluctantly. Inga had thought quickly. Her people would surely burn her, for having led these Norsemen to their holy place. This tall and strong stranger had their precious crucifix in his grasp, had taken her arse as if she was a common whore, and had clearly enjoyed it. Surely it would be far better to travel with him and enjoy his protection, at the small cost of being his fuck-toy. She had after all enjoyed his attentions, and what was there to fear? Leif had spared her from his crew, and would be possessive enough to keep her from harm, she thought. Leif, too had to think fast. A woman on board meant one thing - trouble. He dearly wanted her around though, and could think of no better place to bury his cock during the long and dangerous voyage ahead. The language barrier would be a blessing, he thought. All the pleasure and none of the pain... For Inga, however, things would have to be different. She would need to be the ship's slave, and serve all the men, to avoid mutiny. Leif did not enjoy the thought of sharing his prize, but would compensate with a couple of measures. He smiled as he imagined her tethered to his belt, a leather collar around her neck like a fjord horse. He would deny all men the pleasure of her hot and tight little arse, but allow her mouth and cunt to be fucked as a reward for good service. Should she be with child, then there would be no clear father, either. He looked down at her pleading face. How strange to have a woman actually pleading with him to take her as a slave...well, who was he to deny a woman's request? Quickly he grabbed the cincture from the dead priest and bound Inga's hands in front of her, leaving a long end free for him to drag her by. As an afterthought he stripped the long robe from the priest as well: she would need something warm to cover her on the sea voyage, though he would see to it that she spent as little time clothed as possible... Inga looked up at Leif as he bound her wrists and pulled her after him. Now it was done, she thought. I am a slave. Now this man owns me. She followed after him down the muddy path to the dragon ship that would bear her away from the poor, pathetic life she had known. The fire in her cunt, the dripping semen from her arse, the stiff nipples rubbing against the remains of her rags, reminded her that she was doing the right thing. They arrived at the ship, and Leif dragged Inga aboard. The crew looked quizzically at their captain. Had he lost his mind? Did he not fear the wrath of Aasgard? Leif ripped off the last of Inga's Saxon rags so that she was naked, and dragged her to her feet by her long red hair. He pulled her to the mast that rose up in the center of the dragon ship and slammed her against it. Baard, seeing what he was going to do, quickly stretched out Inga's arms around the mast as Leif snapped shackles on her wrist. Olav secured her ankles with another set of shackles and a piece of rope and looped another rope tight around her waist. Then Leif produced a leather collar, and locked it around her neck. "Thrall," he said in her ear, and slapped her arse. "Now you are property, a piece of livestock to be sold. Is that what you wanted? I think it is." Once she was securely fastened to the mast, the men who had been critical gathered around, smiling. Leif permitted them to fondle her round smooth arse as she trembled; awaiting the punishment she knew was coming. Some thrust their hands between her legs, to finger her still-dripping quim and arsehole, well used by Leif only an hour or so ago. "Behold, my crew, our Saxon prize!" Leif called out. "She'll fetch a good price in the market in Dyflin, wouldn't you say?" There were shouts of agreement. "Set sail! Let us leave these shores and enjoy the wind and the sun of springtime, our fertility, and this ripe young wench!" "Hurrah!" shouted the crew. Leif smiled. He had them all in the palm of his hand... The ship was pushed and pulled from the sandy beach, and soon they were dancing across the waves, Vikings in their element, at home in the spray, fair winds and sun. "This Saxon needs to be taught her place," he continued, and the men laughed and shouted. Leif smiled as Olav brought him the slave whip. It was composed of a hard leather handle with four wide softer leather strips, to inflict maximum pain with no damage to the hide of the valuable merchandise. Her pale Saxon pelt would be stung and red and sore, but the marks would fade: buyers didn't want bruised fruit. He knew how to wield the slave whip, from previous raids, and was looking forward to using it on his new property. Inga's cheek was pressed against the wood of the mast, and Leif could see that she was both fearful and furious. What a prize she was! Beauty and spirit both...well, she needed breaking, and he was just the one to do it. After he had whipped her, he planned to use her, and let a lucky member of his crew do the same, in a double fucking. But first she had to be disciplined. She needed to be whipped, and the crew needed to see her whipped. He cracked the flogger in air, experimentally, to let her hear and see it. Inga's body stiffened, but she made no other sign of fear, and did not plead with him. Good! This was going to be interesting... Leif drew back his arm, and then expertly applied the first stroke to his captive's creamy back. A broad red welt appeared on the white skin, and the men cheered. Inga shuddered and closed her eyes and tensed for the next blow. Leif placed it at an angle to the first, patterning the welts in a pleasing manner to the eye, pleased to see her body jerk with each blow. He continued to whip her until her entire back and arse were red as cherries, the backs of her thighs as well. He felt himself hard as a rock under his tunic, and wanted only to slam his cock into that reddened and inviting arse...and he knew the whole crew felt the same. After twenty lashes he paused to look at Inga. During the last ten strokes she had cried out, and her screams had only made him harder. He stepped forward and shoved the thick leather whip handle into her slit. She writhed against it, bucking her hips against the mast...oh, by Frey, she was a hot one! "I think the slave has learned her lesson," he said. "Now let's make sure of it." He ordered her unbound from the mast and dragged to the center of the longboat. Baard and Olav, laughing, had already arranged several sea chests in a configuration that would allow for her to be fucked while the crew watched. Baard lay on the sea chests, which had been heaped with furs for his comfort, and took out his huge erect member. Other crewmates, at Leif's direction, pulled the naked captive to him and forced her head down on his cock. She sucked him as she had sucked Leif, her red head moving up and down as she worked. Then Leif pulled her off by her hair, and two others lifted her to impale her on Baard's rock-hard prick. Inga felt the cock she had just sucked slide inside her and the Viking's strong arms pin her own as he pulled her forward to lie on his mighty chest. Leif moved behind her and released his throbbing cock. It was incredible that he should be so hard again so soon, such an inviting arse she had, even tighter now due the cock filling her cunt. His mouth was dry, and he licked his lips. Inga trembled as she felt strong fingers probing her arsehole and stroking her whipped butt and thighs. Leif began to thrust his own hard member deep into her arse, feeling the delightful sensation of her clenching around his prick. "What a hot little whore we have here, shipmates! Let's see how she performs with two cocks filling her up—" He sank into her, balls-deep into her arse, and at the same time Baard began to lift his hips in strong thrusting. She was sandwiched between them, breasts and belly pressed to Baard's, her round butt and back covered by Leif's weight, and as the two men fucking her began to move harder and faster, she was overwhelmed with waves of pleasure rising up from her loins. Then at a signal from Leif, Olav stepped forward, freeing his own erect cock, and as Inga opened her mouth helplessly to cry out, he shoved it into her mouth. She began to suck and tongue it greedily, then felt it begin to slide deeper, until it was buried in her throat. Three cocks in me, she thought, and then she found another cock in each hand for her to clench on, making it five men using her at once while the rest cheered them on. One by one they all reached their climaxes, unloading wherever they pleased until her naked beaten body was covered with cum. Inga had expected to be whipped, that was what was done to slaves, and had even expected to be raped. She had not expected being used by Leif's henchmen. And what she had really not expected was how aroused she had been. She had enjoyed being used by Leif and his four shipmates, and would have screamed out her pleasure in orgasm had her mouth not been full of Viking cock. She had realized that this was what she had been born for, to be used by men, as roughly as they pleased. It made her feel so much a woman, and so much a slave, and she had moaned and gasped and screamed with every thrust that pierced her body. Perhaps if Leif saw how good a slut she was, he would decide to keep her, not sell her. The idea of being sold to a more brutal fiend did not appeal. "Talented little Saxon cunt you found there, Leif," said Baard. Cleaned up, she should bring us a good price; that trader from Marseille, or the one from Morocco, either of them should want her to sell on. That's the kind of merchandise they're always looking for." Leif grunted noncommittally. He had still not made up his mind to sell Inga, though he knew he could not bring her home. He took a long rope and fastened one end around his belt, the other to Inga's leather collar. He made it clear to her that she was to take the food from her village and feed the crew, and herself. Each time an amorous crewman groped her, Leif tugged on the rope. "Remember she is mine!" They ate together. Leif looked at the bruised and cum-soaked body and took pity. He drew a bucket of seawater and threw it over his wench, dried her with some hessian and offered her the stolen vestments. Inga received them gratefully, pulled them over her naked, chilly body, and lay beside her new master as the ship sailed northwards in the warm afternoon sun. ********** Leif awoke with a start. His slut was missing! He pulled on the rope attached to his belt, and sat up. To his amazement, he saw Inga astride a smiling crewman, vestments hitched over her waist, and a long, hard Viking cock slipping in and out of her swollen vagina. Leif pulled hard on the rope, Inga reached for her neck and fell backwards onto the deck. Leif towered over her and pointed to the crewman. "You! Not until I say so! Twenty lashes!" Baard and Olav attended to the punishment. Inga looked up at Leif and quivered in anticipation. Why had she done that? Why had she become such a whore? Why did she crave the punishment she knew was to come? Leif lifted her to her feet and they watched her recent conquest endure his punishment. Baard and Olav dragged the poor wretch away and returned to the mast. "What now, skipper?" asked Baard. "Strip her. Tie her to the mast, facing me this time. Those tits need a lashing. Olav? Fetch my whip." Inga stood naked and trembling with her back to the mast, Baard had fastened her hands over her head and ankles on each side of the mast with iron shackles. Whack! "NO!" Red welts appeared over her breasts and stomach, for each strike her nipples became more engorged. Whack! Whack! Whack! "I'm sorry Master...please...how can I make you stop?" Whack! The whip moved down to her thighs, strafing her mound. Inga writhed and whimpered as she once again felt warm wetness spread from her loins. After ten lashes Leif stopped, and approached his victim. He avoided her gaze and fastened his eyes on her heaving bosom and erect nipples. He bent down and took each between his lips, sucking and licking with a tenderness totally lacking minutes before. Soon Inga's nipples were strutting and longing for sensation. Leif bit down on her nipples until she yelled. "Sail maker! Bring your needles!" commanded Leif. Inga understood nothing of the command, but her eyes widened as Leif was presented with the sharp pins used to repair the sail. "NO! Aaargh", Inga sobbed as Leif pierced first her left nipple and then the right with the needle. "Sail maker? Thread bronze wire through these wounds. It is time to make the bitch my pet." While the sail maker threaded bronze wire through Inga's nipples, Leif went to his bed and retrieved a silver chain. "Excellent! Good work, sail maker Lars. Now you may fuck her." Lars had indeed been aroused by the proximity to Inga's bosom, and his member, once unleashed, slipped effortlessly into Inga's dripping cunt. Inga averted her face from the grunting Viking, but enjoyed her tingling nipples and yet another, new cock inside her, her body afire from the whipping and pain. Lars was soon done, spurting his creamy come into the slut without tenderness. Leif approached, and attached the silver chain to the bronze nipple rings. He released Inga's hands, and tugged gently on the chain. "On your knees, my slut." Inga had no choice but to follow the tug on her nipples, soon she was kneeling on the wooden deck with her face before her Viking master. "Suck my cock, whore!" Inga understood how she was to pay for her disobedience, and eagerly took the whole length of Leif's cock in her mouth. She looked up at him with tearstained eyes, but Leif mercilessly took hold of her flaming red hair and forced his cock into her throat. "This is for disobeying, whore. No more orgasms for you today!" Inga sensed his anger and allowed her face to be fucked; she would dearly be serving him with her other holes, but was also grateful for the silver chain. She promised herself to be a more obedient slut from now on. Leif had planned to bugger her again in front of the crew to restate his ownership, but the sight of his cock penetrating this beautiful Saxon face was too much. "Aaah suck my come, you bitch!" Leif came, and pumped his seed into Inga's mouth; she instinctively knew she must swallow greedily and happily. "Thank you Master," she said. Leif untied her and dragged her back to his bed. Her arse would have to wait until morning. Then she would understand that he owned her. "Bård! Olav! Wake me when we arrive at a suitable cove in the morning. We will gather supplies and mark the Saxon cunt as our slave!" ********** Inga awoke to the sound of shouting, and axes chopping wood. Leif had his arms around her and her collar was still attached to his belt. She struggled to sit up and Leif awoke with a grunt. "Drink, skipper?" said Bård, offering them mead. Leif drank thirstily and offered the cup to Inga, who quaffed it down enthusiastically, and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Thank you, master," she said, looking up at him gratefully, eyes smoldering with rebellious lust. Leif arose, dragging Inga to her feet. The morning sun revealed the dragon ship beached on a rocky, pebbled cove, and the crew was busy gathering supplies, hunting in the woods and chopping wood for a fire. "Tell the smithy to prepare his irons," Leif said to Bård. "A collar for her neck, shackles for wrists and ankles, some chain, and the hot branding iron we use for the fjord horses." He motioned for Inga to go ashore. She climbed overboard and Leif gave her arse a playful push, and she half fell into the water, soaking her robe. She looked up at Leif with fiery eyes and straggly hair. Her bosom heaved under the wet cloth, and Leif could see her nipples stiffen in the cold water. He laughed and tugged at her rope, causing her to reach for her neck and spit. "Now, now, bad thrall! It is time to make you mine!" He jumped down beside her and pushed and dragged her towards a large rock further up the beach. He grabbed the vestments and roughly pulled them over her head, slid them along the rope binding them together and passed them to Olav. She stood naked and shivering before him. The fire had now been lit, and its warmth slowly spread towards them. "Smith? Chain her ankles together, and her wrists are to be shackled in front of her. Drive an iron stake into that cleft in the rock, and suspend her wrists from it." Inga looked puzzled and afraid as she was bound in this manner, looked to Leif for an explanation. Leif smacked her bare arse hard and rubbed his crotch. "Ah, good," she thought, "he is just horny again." Inga was bound to the rock, arms above her head, her face and breasts forced close to the cold, hard stone. She felt her leather collar was removed, and the smith replaced it with an iron one, bolted firmly shut and attached to a new length of chain that was given to Leif. "Time for breakfast, men!" Leif roared. "Smithy, heat the branding iron while we feast!" Inga understood nothing of this, heard the feasting around her, felt the warmth of the fire drying her naked wetness, felt the gnawing hunger in her belly and waited for the whip she knew was to come. Leif was suddenly beside her, stroked her back and fondled her arse, offered her some bread and freshly roasted meat. Gratefully she turned her head and ate the food he offered; she was glad he still seemed to want her alive and well. Then he was gone, she tried to turn her head some more but the heavy collar made it difficult. "This thrall is mine to keep," Leif told his men. "However, if you are loyal and hard-working then I may allow her to please each one of you too." The men smiled and leered. "I ask but two things. She is mine to share, so only touch her when I say. And remember, her arse is mine!" The men laughed and some looked envious; what was the divine power that this Saxon arse bestowed upon their leader? "Just to show you how it works. Smithy? You have done well. Here is my whip. No more than 5 lashes, then you may have your way with her." Inga heard the quietness around her, as the men licked their lips and Leif silently handed his whip to the smithy. "Whack!" "Ow!" she cried. "Whack!" The whip struck her shoulder blades, lower back, thighs, then finally her fleshy bum cheeks. "Whack! Whack! WHACK!!" The final blow was harder and left a red welt on her right cheek. "One moment, smithy, " Leif said. Leif knelt behind her, pulled her pelvis away from the rock, spread her thighs as far as the chain would allow, and breathed in the scent of her musk. He licked her pussy lips, inserted the tip of his tongue, and tasted her juice. His cock stiffened. Inga moaned. "She is ready," he said. The blacksmith fair ran towards her ripe and peachy arse, freed his stiff member and thrust it deep inside her cunt. "Aah!" Inga cried. "Finish your business quickly, man. She is to have no pleasure." Inga felt the Viking beard on her shoulder as he held her arms and thrust into her, pressing her breasts onto the cold and damp stone. Two minutes, and it was over. The men cheered as the smithy roared and unloaded his come into her. Leif walked up to the fire and pick out the iron. His symbol was ornate and easily recognized, striking fear into those who would steal from him. It glowed redly in the morning light. The Vikings Ch. 03 Inga heard Leif behind her, as he picked up her neck chain and pulled her head backwards. She arched her back and thrust out her bum for him, she knew what he wanted. "Aaaaaargh! Nooooo!" A searing pain shot through her as Leif branded her as heartlessly as he would a horse. Her right bum cheek seemed on fire, she cried and sobbed with pain. Leif dropped the brand, and picked up the bucket of seawater he had ready. He quickly poured it over her arse, the wound cooled quickly, but the salt stung her even more. Then Leif's soothing hands were upon her, rubbing some sort of ointment onto her wound. She sighed and moaned. "Take me now, master. Please." Leif sensed her submission and rubbed ointment between her cheeks and found her anus. She sighed again as his finger rubbed her, slowly penetrated and spread her ready for his cock. Her cunt twitched, she bucked her hips, dearly wanted to come but found no stimulus other than the insistent finger entering her behind. Leif freed his cock and bit her shoulder. "Your arse is mine, now, Saxon." His penis quivered with anticipation as it hesitated before her moist, inviting anus, he felt her yield as he pressed into her, she sobbed with relief as she once more felt his closeness and pleasure. He thrust deep into her, she gasped as he passed her inner ring, and she felt filled with Viking warrior as his balls bounced against her cheeks. She hung exhausted in her chains as Leif pounded into her, felt her nipples erect as they strafed the rough rock in front of her, the recent ornamental chain increasing her pain and excitement. Cunt juices and come trickled down her thighs. "Oh god let me come please!" she begged. Leif withdrew immediately, he had sensed her excitement. She deserved no pleasure today. He stroked his stiffly throbbing cock rapidly, until he came, droplets of thick come fell upon her arse and glistened in the glow of the fire. He smacked her left cheek hard, three times, until it too reddened. He withdrew to the feasting men, and they all admired her naked, ravaged beauty, and took a skaal for Odin and Frejya, and their destiny. Leif soon untied his slave, tenderly, and kissed her, so affected was he by the mead, the moment, and thoughts of a goddess. He tied a belt around her waist, and stretched a loin cloth between her thighs. He bound her hands behind her back. He pulled on the chain attached to her iron collar, enjoyed her breasts and silver chain jiggling as she staggered back to the ship, hampered by the chain around her ankles. He enjoyed the sight of his mark burned into her flank, and the glistening droplets of his come. She was starting to look like a wench worthy of the name slave, he thought.