****** Inga's New Master (A Tale of Viking Dominance) by Panzram
                            Daagrek@aol.com ******
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Inga's New Master (A Tale of Viking Dominance)


Brunhild watched in horror as the door to her tiny shack was kicked inward
violently, splinters and shards of wood flying everywhere and the blinding sun
piercing the gloom suddenly. Her daughter Inga huddled closer, clutching her
arm fiercely. The massive Dane entered the shack, peering with brutal eyes at
the two females, the blood of their kinsmen dripping from his corded arms and
his grizzled beard. He threw his huge Danish axe at the wall and it bit deeply
into the wood, staying fast.

The woman was a buxom wench, with fiery red hair and green eyes that glared
defiantly at him. The girl was smaller and coltish, but filled out nicely, and
gazed out fearfully from behind her reddish golden locks at the hulking animal
man. A wide toothy grin spread on his scarred face and he approached the two.
He lifted Brunhild's face by her chin and looked sternly into her eyes,
stroking her cheek while he spoke.

"Your village is now ours. Your men are dead, and now you and your daughter are
mine to do with as I see fit. If you serve me well and do not defy me, you will
live long."

She considered this and thought that immediate escape was hopeless, if she
pleased him now, there was always a chance to slip out later. So as he undid
his deerskin tunic, she quietly awaited what would come.

He pulled out a thick, blunt organ and waved it at her with a grin, teasing her
lips open and popping in the head. She looked up at him and slowly complied,
slipping her lips over the shaft and gripping the base with shaking hands. Inga
watched frightened but noticeably intrigued by this turn of events and the Dane
noticed.

"Little one, come here!" he growled, in between moans of pleasure as Brunhild
bobbed on him midpace.

She slowed at hearing this request, but kept up the motions tentatively. Inga
shyly got up out of her crouch, and crept over to where her mother was
kneeling, her eyes not meeting his. He reached out a hand (the other was
jerking her mothers head up and down) and undid her flimsy cloth top, tearing
the makeshift drawstring that held the halves together and her young breasts
sprang free, pink nipples rising in the chill morning air.

She quickly covered them, but he growled and tore her hands away, replacing
them with his massive rough paws. He kneaded the supple flesh and tweaked her
nipples gently, and to his surprise, she responded, drawing breath and closing
her eyes. This caused him to jerk her poor mother's head harder, and she moaned
in muffled protest. He stopped her, and made her stand up while he tore her
flimsy clothing off of her and marveled at her plump and pleasing body. Large,
soft breasts which he readily crushed with his big hands, and wonderful wide
hips that could birth him many sons if need be.

She continued to glare at him, but when he ran his hand between her ample
thighs, he found her to be very hot and quite wet there.

"So, it appears you have a fire within you to match that red hair of yours. Ha
ha, well, let's stoke it a bit!"

With that, he pushed her head down to suck him again, and then, "And you girly,
get down with yer mother and suckle me!"

She gingerly got down on her knees, wincing when grit bit into her soft skin,
and looked at him. The large tube of hot flesh slid in and out of her mother's
mouth smoothly, lubed by her slick saliva, and she seemed to be enjoying it.
Inga saw that there were two fleshy lumps hanging under there and it seemed
natural to play with those, so she began to lick one, and at his urging, took
it into her mouth, rolling it over her tongue, teasing the sensitive skin, and
sucking lightly. He seemed to enjoy this, and stroked her red gold hair,
telling her what a good girl she was. She began to get the idea, and switched
to the other ball, finding that she too was getting a strange wetness down
there between her legs.

Her mother stopped to gasp for air then, and suddenly, he pulled her away from
his balls, and shoved his engorged member into her open wet mouth, startling
her. She probed it with her tongue, and found the smooth skin and hot hardness
pleasing in her mouth, and began to bob her head like she had seen her mother
do, swirling her tongue around its length. He groaned and ran a hand down to
her perfect breasts, and down to her soft tummy , feeling lower where her downy
patch of golden hair was. She thrilled to his touch and moved her hips to meet
his questing fingers. He touched her young cunt and felt the silky smooth
wetness, bringing his finger to his lips to taste her sweetness. She tasted of
honey.

Then he pulled her still sucking mouth off him and made her sit while he turned
her mother around and mounted her, sliding his impossibly huge cock into her
now dripping cunt from behind. She moaned, and slammed back into him, arching
her back and thrusting her ass back like a bitch in season. Inga gasped at this
display and found her hand seeking her wet cunt, eyes glazed with newfound lust
and need. She watched the flesh of her mother's backside shake like waves as
the beastly man gripped her waist and drove into her with that amazing brutal
tool. He was making growling bear sounds, his muscled arms flexing as he plowed
into her soft behind, her round breasts swinging to and fro, and her flame hair
becoming mussed with their passion.

Then they stopped and he lay back pulling her atop him and she began to ride
his cock, bouncing heavily onto him, his huge paws crushing her proud breasts,
and his teeth gritted with effort. Her mother motioned her over, and made her
sit atop his face. She felt silly, and his rough beard tickled her wet little
cunt and her silky thighs, but when she felt his big hot tongue enter her, she
squealed in ecstasy, her hands flying to brace herself on his furred, massive
chest. His hands moved from her mothers heaving tits to her young hips, and he
worked her young flesh with his mouth hungrily, nipping lightly at the soft
wetness, and thrusting his tongue deep into her little hole.

She came mightily for the first time ever and her youthful juices streamed down
his face and glistened in his red beard. He groaned pleased, the sensation of
the buxom wench bouncing down onto his cock, and this tasty little girl
squirming her sweet wet cunt on his face was something he could get used to.
Inga began gyrating her hips on his face, her tender young clit making a little
circle on the tip of his tongue, and his lips pulling at her soft labia. She
rode his face for all she was worth, and in the thick of yet another orgasm,
leaned forward and began to suckle her mothers tits. The Dane grabbed her waist
and lifted her off him and her mother as well and made them sit side by side as
he got up and his huge angry red cock stabbed at the air in front of their
faces.

Both of them stared eyes glazed transfixed at the mammoth organ that had given
them both such pleasure and he waved it back and forth in front of them like a
toy in front of children.

"You want this, eh? Yes well you shall have it! I am very pleased with my new
sluts, two finer wenches I have not had in many a raid, but now you must drink
of my seed and then you will truly be mine!"

He began to fist his huge cock, stroking it madly, while the angry head bobbed
in front of them. He grabbed a handful of each of their heads hair, and pushed
them together, pulling them toward his cock, and their mouths instinctively
opened, saliva glistening on their flushed lips and pink tongues poised to
receive.

He stroked it again, shoving it into Inga's hot mouth for a few strokes, and
then pulling out and popping it into her mother's mouth, each time using their
hair as a handle, and slapping it against their cheeks, leaving sloppy trails
of their combined slobber mixed with his pre-seed shiny on their flush faces.
Finally, after shoving it down Brunhild's throat roughly a few times, he pulled
it out with a pop, and jerked it madly, watching their faces in expectation as
he shot the first in a series of mighty bursts of sperm onto them, dousing
their tits and faces. A shot of the hot salty liquid went right into Inga's
mouth, and she swallowed it feeling another hot splash on her tits. It tasted
strong and sort of like blood, and this gave her another orgasm because it was
so powerful a feeling, having the essence of life splash white hot into your
mouth and across your breasts.

Her mother's face was bathed also, and white gooey shots criss-crossed her big
tits, dripping off the jutting nipples, and down her soft belly. Still it came,
shooting into their yet open mouths to be swallowed greedily, and coating their
hair and faces even more. Inga closed and opened her mouth, and strings of his
thick come stretched in her hot mouth, spilled from her pouting bottom lip. She
gathered some from her firm tits, and rubbed it into her wet pussy, making it
even more slick and loving the idea of his powerful sperm inside her virgin
cunt. Brunhild shoved his dripping cock back into her warm mouth and bobbed on
it, sucking whatever come left from it, strings of it swinging from her working
fist, where she jerked him. He groaned loudly and thrust forward, pulling her
hair harshly. When he collapsed from his efforts, the two cleaned up their
shack, hung a fur skin in the broken doorway, and built a fire. Inga's knees
trembled when she tried to walk and she shuddered remembering his tongue inside
her and all the lurid details of the would be rape. It appeared she and her
mother had found a strong new man to hunt for them, and protect them through
the coming winter. She went to his sleeping form still naked and curled up,
head resting on his chest, and stroked his sleeping cock, large even in his
slumber and it stirred.

To Be Continued...

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