Before the Dark Market

[H'venlee]

I watched the horror around me, aware of what was going on, but my brain was not understanding it. I could feel an anger raise in me as the viking asks aother woman to strip for him. I felt like raging out against her.

I shake my head, wondering where this jealousy has come from. I turn my eyes downward, not wanting to see what he would do with her.

A dress in my line of vision, his hands holding it for me. I look up into his eyes, he looks at me expectantly. I take the dress, dropping my tattered one to the ground, and slips the new one over my head. It fits a bit tight around my chest, clinging to tight to me. He looks at me, a smile playing on his lips before taking my hand and turning toward the men who have returned.

I see him give a nod to the group and they go off to find their own women. Two of the men take their pleasure with one of the village women. Her screams are filled with lust. One man each takes an opening, thrusting into her. I am amazed, unable to tear my gaze away from the visions before me.

His hands rest on my shoulders, his breath warm in my ear as we watch the men take her. When the men finish, my viking turns me, walking me toward the ship, Molly being dragged along by the one who had taken her.

 

[Foxy Wench]

His hand dives between my thighs again, finding them still slick from his seed. I struggle against him, which only made it easier for him to slide his fingers into me. His lips press hard on mine, his tongue invading my mouth. feel his fingers rubs hard against that sensative spot, and a warm feeling pulses through my body, leaving me panting and weak.

He unwinds his arms from around me, and I fall to the ground. I hang my head, embarrassed at the weakness I have shown. he kneels beside me and jerks my head back, his hand wrapped in my hair.

“Oh yes my “Little Warrior” you will learn to serve me.” His eyes glaring at me. “And you WILL learn to like it………Now on your feet.”

He pulls me up, again using my hair to lead me. You keep it in your strong grasp, not giving me any room to run.

"You could only hope I will stoop to serve such a heathen as you." My mind rebels against any feelings that have touched it.

I will show him the warrior in me.

 

[cgraven]

"You could only hope I will stoop to serve such a heathen as you."

Molly spews her frustration to control the needs I have awakened in her , for thou she struggled at my rough treatment of her, but also she had arched her sweet sex to my callous caress. Oh she had a warrior’s spirit, proud, arrogant, and defiant, yet in the way she had gasped and arched to my touch I suspect she has needs and desires that run just as hot and passionate. I look forward to taming this Irish Wild cat for to merely break her to my will would be a waste.

I push, prod, and drag Molly down to the strand and the waiting Long ship.

“Leif if it pleases you I shall take this Little Wild cat as part of my share, for she pleases me, and with the proper trianing should fetch a fair price.”

 

[Foxy Wench]

He drags me to an awaiting ship, my head aching from his grip. I see Brigid standing with a man, his hand resting possesively on her shoulder.

I cry out to her. "Brigit...."

Her eyes never look up at me, but stare down at the ground, only looking up to see the face of the man beside her.

The viking pushes me up to them, a chuckle in his voice as he asks, “Leif if it pleases you I shall take this Little Wild cat as part of my share, for she pleases me, and with the proper trianing should fetch a fair price.”

"Wild cat?" I spit out at him, "You have not seen how wild I can be Viking. And as for pleasing you...."

 

[cgraven]

"Wild cat?"………………………, "You have not seen how wild I can be Viking. And as for pleasing you...."

There is fire in Molly’s eyes as she spits her words at me. I crush her to me, I pull her head back by her dark red hair that cascades below breasts, then kiss her with a passion she will come to love. Her fist beat against me chest, she kicks and struggles in my grasp.

Suddenly I break that kiss an hoist her over my shoulder as if Molly was a sack of flower the mail shirt killing up to revile the pale moons of her firm ass.


SMACK

Molly’s pale flesh glows crimson where my hand had struck.

I roar with laughter.

“That is only a sample of what you will get me Lass if you are a naughty Kitten”

Then my voice takes on a deadly serious tone.

"It could get much worst for you “Little Warrior” if you do not quickly learn your place.”

SMACK, SMACK, SMACK

Then my hand gently massages her hot little ass.

“Pleasure or pain your choice “Little Warrior”.

 

[Foxy Wench]

He hoists me up. I feel my breath being pushed from me as I land hard on his shoulder. Then suddenly, his hand lands on my backside with a stinging swat.

I hear him laughing.

“That is only a sample of what you will get me Lass if you are a naughty Kitten”

I try to kick my way out of his grasp, but he holds me tighter.

"It could get much worst for you “Little Warrior” if you do not quickly learn your place.” His voice has an ominous tone about it.

I do not listen, but feel his hand hard, three more slaps to my now sore backside. I feel a tear rolls down my cheek, and I brush it away.

His hand starts to rub me now, gently against the place he has struck. His touch sends a yearning through me, and I stop strruggling.

“Pleasure or pain your choice “Little Warrior”.

He starts waking to the boat, and I choke back a sob, knowing now that there is no more choices for me.

 

[cgraven]

Molly’s struggles cease when my hand gently massages her hot little ass.
I hear her gentle sobbing as she realizes all that she has known has been washed way with the sudden raid the swept over and engulfed her little village. No longer a place of honor hers as the Headman’s daughter, now merely property to amuse the conquers.

I stride towards or long dragon ship with Molly draped over my shoulder, the booty is making its way to the strand to be stored for sea. Beside the odd bits of sliver , metal work, and the treasure of their temple to the “New God” are a ½ dozen of the great hounds so prized in the Frankish lands, they alone would have made the raid a success. One bitch wears a studded leather collar. I nod pointed to the collar and Fen “Long blade” brings it to me.

I dump Molly unceremoniously over the gunwale and on to the deck. I bind her hands behind her back, lash her trim ankles together, and evil grin creases my face. I fasten the bitch’s leather studded collar around Molly’s dainty throat then fashion a lead from “small stuff” in the ships store, attaching it to her collar.

"Ah my little "Wild Cat" I think it best I keep you on a short lead for awhile.”

 

[Foxy Wench]

He dumps me,and I land hard on my backside with a yelp, the wood hard and cold against my skin. Before I can think to jump up and run, he ties my hands behind my back, and binds my ankles together. For a big man, his is very swift and I am in awe of his slyness.

At least I am until I see the menacing grin on his face. A piece of leather with metal studs dangles from his hand. My eyes widen. He could not possibly even think to....

But he does, fastening the collar around my neck as if I were one of the dogs instead of a woman. Then he walks away, leaving me sit there without a word from his lips.

I tug at my bindings, struggling with all my might. They dig into my skin, and the collar bites tighter into my throat. I let out a cough, testing that I can still breathe. The straps will not budge and I let my shoulders sag with defeat.

He comes strolling back to me, something in his hand. With a grin of satisfaction, he attaches what looks like a leash to the collar that confinds me. Then he leans down, looking into my eyes as he toys with the end of the leash.

"Ah my little "Wild Cat" I think it best I keep you on a short lead for awhile.”

I growl, feeling much like a captured dog, ready to strike out at him if I had the chance.

I spit out at him, "You better not keep me too close Viking...I may just bite."

 

[ericviking69]

Setting Sail - Leif

Leif hands Brigid up to willing hands and makes on last check. The funeral bier is burning down. The gold and other goods are stowed in the longboat. The crew is aboard.

And three women....Leif prize, that wild cat that Knute has taken and that woman who enjoyed being taken hard. The four day voyage back to the Fjord should be quite pleasant.

The tide has turned and it is time to go. The village has lit it signal fire now. Soon there will be more soldiers than one crew could handle. Some one might even try to peirce him with an arrow. It is time to go.

Leif strains on the gunwale and pulls himself on board, always the first and the last in and out of the boat. The rate has gone well. The village had indeed been ripe for the taking.

Leif stands in the bow and the keel scrapes of the sand. He bellows out to the crew "Well done. We have succeeded where other have failed. We go home victors. All have been rewarded". At the last phrase, Leif gestures with his hips alluding to the sport he insured that he man received. He took pleasure in making eye contact with Knute's wild cat as he gestured.

Leif then shouted "Knute, take us home".

Leif turned to the bow where his prize sat huddled under a heavy fur. Her eyes were unafraid. Leif felt she had accepted her new role. This was an unusal woman. He had raped her but she had given herself too. This was not something he had experienced before. These seeming contradictions made her all the more desirable. Leif would need to think on this.

Leif scanned the sea....

 

[cgraven]

The landing parties have returned, the rear guard the last. My eyes are drawn to the signal fire rebuilt and now ablaze warning of our presence, to late for Leif’s prize, the trembling girl huddled by the mast, and to late for Molly.

"You better not keep me too close Viking...I may just bite."

Molly spits her defiance in me, what an intriguing lass, her body would have the pleasure of a man, welcomes it yet she was the fierce pride of a warrior , this lass may be bent to a man’s will, learn to serve his needs, and love it yet she will never be broken for it would kill her and that I muse to myself would be a terrible waste.

I raise the back of my hand to Molly.

“Bite my little Wildcat and you’ll be spitting teeth.”

I drop my hand and drag Molly aft by her new collar, bound hand and foot she gags but can put up no real struggle. I tether Molly with her new lead by the steering oar, at my feet.

Backs to the bow, muscles strain, and other strain push off with oars, all aboard, the last Leif soaked to the waist, effortlessly swings aboard.

"Well done. We have succeeded where other have failed. We go home victors. All have been rewarded".

Leif gestures with his hips alluding to the sport he insured that he man received. He makes eye contact with Molly, as he gestured a wide grin on his face.

"Knute, take us home".

He strolls forward to his prize under the pile of furs.

“Backwater heave”

My deep voice booms over the laughter of the crew, the battle raged passed, their needs met, and a share of the profit to be shared out upon our return home. Tawny muscles bulge, arms strain as we pull against the flooding tide, making our way out to sea. Sea Wolves no longer on the prowl, the hunt, but loping home with our booty, across the rolling seas home.

The headlands cleared, we stand out to sea. Four hours later the rocks and shoals cleared the sail set, heeled to larboard we run north before the quartering wind. Dark falls and “The Great Bear” of the night sky point our way home. Lars comes to relive me. I point the to star that guides our way.

“Lars follow the “Bear” keep him two spear shafts to larboard, call me if there is doubt or trouble.”

I cut the bonds at Molly’s ankles and drag her aft to my shelter, again she is tethered. Food in a bowl, set before her.

“You have a mouth girl eat.”

I set a bowl of mead down next to the first.

"You growl at me like a curr bitch, you eat like one"

 

[Angelofsex]

Brigid

OOC Taking the part of Brigid, now.

I.C. As Molly was being drag on the ship there was nothing I could do. Infact I couldn't even look her way.

He takes my arm and leads me to the same ship. Looking at him I don't know what he is expecting of me. Am I his slave now? Does he want me to serve him or is he going to sell me, when we get to the next port.

Sitting there with the heavy fur around me to keep warm. It is odd but when he took me, I was not afraid. I enjoy giving him my body, to use. Do I belong to him? So many question and I knew not to ask him.

I still hear Molly's voice. She is a fighter, I just hope she will be okay. She is a woman with fire in her, to fight back. I am not a fighter, I will do as he asks. Now I will be quite and just sit here, trying to keep warm.

 

[Foxy Wench]

"Bite my little Wildcat and you’ll be spitting teeth.” He raised his hand as if to strike me, but I do not flinch.

He lowers his hand, and drags me across the deck, the collar gagging me. Stumbling as I go because of the bonds, my knee slams into the wood, and I feel the flesh scrape away. I do not let out even a whimper, following him the best I can. Then he finally ties me down, so that I must sit at his feet.

But I have no time then to muse on my newfound hatred, for the leader, Leif, stand up infront of the men, bellowing out a victorious speech. He talks about his rewards, and as his eyes lock with mine, his hips heave forward in a coupling gesture. I sneer.

I feel the deck heave beneath me, signaling the departure from the land. But I vow to myself, that one day I will return.


Hours and hours of sitting on the wooden deck, my legs are turning numb from sitting with them bound so. I nod off once or twice, but feel a boot nudge me awake each time. I turn surley and start to growl at everything, even the new man who walks up to me. He ignores me, and I see he is there to take over.

The viking reaches down and slices away the bonds around my ankles. I stretch my legs, feeling the painful tingling sensation spread though them. I can barely get my leg working before he grabs the leash and drags me to a small shelter. I struggle with him, but he meerly yanks on the leash and I choke before having to follow him.

He wraps the leash around a pole, making sure I an unable to stand. He takes a bowl and puts some food in it before placing it before me on the floor. I look at him as if he has lost his sense. My hands stayed bound.

He just looks down on me and says, “You have a mouth girl eat.”

Filling another bowl with mead, he slides it next to the first bowl, almost laughing at me. "You growl at me like a curr bitch, you eat like one."

I kick the dishes away, refusing to be treated like a lowly dog. I sit with my back against the post, a challenging look in my eyes as I growl to him, "I would rather starve than eat anything fed to me by your hand."

I look away from him in a dismissing sort of way. I glance at my knee, seeing a fresh trickle of blood running from the scratches. My fingertip dabs at it lightly, afraid to look back at him.

 

[cgraven]

Her pride strong Molly kicks the bowl of food away.

"I would rather starve than eat anything fed to me by your hand."

My temper flares as the back of my hand catchers her cheek sending her sprawling on the deck.

“You my “Little Wild Cat” need to learn some manners.”

I haul her kicking and screaming across my keen,

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,

“You’re a wasteful stripling of a girl Molly, nothing without value comes aboard this ship, food and drink are precious, and nothing without value stays aboard this ship either.”

CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK, CRACK,

My hand again comes down on Molly’s well rounded bare bottom and the firm flesh quivers with each blow of my hand and grows hot and red under it.

My seaman’s derrick flashes out of its sheath scant inches from Moll’s cute little up turned nose the steel hash the flickering moonlight into her wide tear filled eyes and flashes severing the bonds that bind her wrists. Standing, towering over her petite athletic form, my voice a hushed deadly menace.

“Lick it up girl every last scrap, every last dope and do it now.”

I jerk her head up our eyes lock, the warning in my eyes more terrifying the tone of my voice.
I crush her lips to mine, the kiss wild savage and demanding, then fling her from me .

“Now Girl”

 

[ericviking69]

At sea - Leif

Leif winced when he heard the blows of Knute's hands on his new pet. Leif knew that fate had a way of turning actions on the doer. He wondered when and how Knute would have his treatment of Molly fall on his head. He claimed to read runes but he still had much to learn.

Leif smirked at thinking about Knute and this she cat. A child born of that match would be truly something. Both were so stubborn. He was sure that he would need to intervene to aloow both to save face or Knute would kill the girl.

Leif was concered that he might kill this prize and then try to claim his share of the gold. If Knute intended to keep her entirely for himself he would need to give up much of his share of the treasures. Knute did not seem to be the type to want to keep a woman. He had an urge to wander like his father. His father had left a few years ago. Leif remebered that he was serving as a mercenary. He did not remember where.

Time enough to act later. Leif just needed to keep a weather eye on the situation.

Leif noticed the Brigid was cold and slid under the fur with her. She had played her part well. She had screamed with anguish when he had raped her. Yet, it was not as violent as all that. He had seem something in her eyes.

Leif lifted his arm to allow Brigid to slide close to him take some of his warmth. Leif wondered if she would mold her body to his? Was she truly more his than a prize from a raid?

 

[Angelofsex]

Brigid

Looking at this man, who has taken me. I do not know what to make of him, giving me something to keep me warm.

Then he comes and sits by me, raising his arms so he could hold my body closer. I does feel nice next to his body. My body feels so much warmer.

Watching out on the water, seeing the land just fade away. Knowing I will never see it again. I look up at him, wanted to ask him where is he taking me. But he seem he was so far away from here, I didn't dear ask.

 

[Foxy Wench]

His hand strikes my cheek as he says, “You my “Little Wild Cat” need to learn some manners.”

He grabs my arm and drags me across the small shelter. I dig my heels of my soft boots into the wood, trying to get away from the fierce anger I see in his eyes. He sits, yanking me across his lap, and pinning me down with his heavy arm. I feel his hand come down hard repeatedly on my backside.

“You’re a wasteful stripling of a girl Molly, nothing without value comes aboard this ship, food and drink are precious, and nothing without value stays aboard this ship either.”

He lectures me as his hand continues to strike me. I feel my skin growing hot under his hand, each slap hard and painful on my aching bottom. Each blow increases my anger with him. How dare he treat me like a child. I bite my lips till I taste the metallic tinge of blood, not giving him the satisfaction of hearing me cry out, though tears form in my eyes.

Pushing me off his lap, I fall again to the hard floor, my elbows scraping against the wood. He jerks my chin up, flashing his daggar before my face, so close that I jump back. With a swift movement, he slices the bonds at my wrists, feeling the cold steel brush against my flesh.

He stands tall, looking down on me. “Lick it up girl every last scrap, every last dope and do it now.”

He grasps my chin again, jerking my head up to look deep into his eyes. He pulls me up so that I am stretched, my knees just touching the floor. His lips crush mine in a searing kiss, his tongue brutally invading my mouth.

As I feel him start to soften his kiss against my lips, his hand flings me to the floor. He turns away, growling, “Now Girl”

I do as he asks, my hatred of him growing with each morsel. His anger feeding my anger more and more.

 

[cgraven]

Molly’s eyes flash with fierce pried, the fore of her hatred dances in them, yet she drops to her hands and knees and does as she is commanded her pink tongue, darting out to lick up the spilt. meal after only three licks of the deck. I lift her chin.

“My “Little Wild Cat” It does not please me to punish you so.”

My voice is a soft whisper carrying no farther than her ears. There is a deep rumbling softness to my speech.

“The life you have known is over; the arrow you let fly almost ended it back at the village. What the fates hold in store for you is still a mystery.”

I pause caressing Molly’s cheek with the back of my rough hand.

“Your Holy Men of the new god, say he came to serve, came as a man, not a god in power and might, are you better than the god you serve?”

I let my words strike Molly’s mind harder than the blows that struck her ass.

“These Holy Men, these Monks, as they call themselves, say that never ending torture awaits those that take their own life.”

I refill Moll’s bowl, and fill a cup with Mead.

Now eat and drink as a lady, a woman if you chose. ….be a woman my “Little warrior” or be the prideful cur bitch.”

I pause my flashing hazel eyes hold hers captive as I speak.

“The choice is yours girl………….. a gentle caring hand, or one raise to curb your stubborn pride, I have no wish to break you Molly.”

The night winds grow cold, and I warp the sleeping furs around me, I hold a corner open to Molly a gentle invitation.

“Come girl the night grows cold.”

 

[ericviking69]

Night Fall - Leif

The winds remain fair. The long boat gracefully rides across the sea. The night sky is filled with stars. The stars lead the ship home.

The warm softness of Brigid next to him is soothing. Her submissive nature calms Leif. He has taken many women, some in raids and some from among the thralls at home. Brigid is the first who had welcomed his touch.

His mind wandered from thought to thought. Her trust changed everything and it did not. He was taking her to a new place. He was sword sworn so he could not take her as his wifee yet still she was his in a more primal way.

Leif wraped his arm a bit tighter around Brigid and dozed off. All was well for the moment. Knute and his wild cat seemed to have made peace. He might not need to intervene. Leif dreamed of all the ways that he might use Brigid.

 

[Foxy Wench]

As I start to lick at the mead spilled onto the floor, I see his feet come to stand beside me. He hand takes hold of my chin again, drawing my face up so that I must look into his eyes.

His voice is a soft whisper, almost caring as he speaks to me. “My “Little Wild Cat” It does not please me to punish you so. The life you have known is over; the arrow you let fly almost ended it back at the village. What the fates hold in store for you is still a mystery.”

He lets go of my face, and I hang my head, not wanting to look at him. I feel humiliated before my villiage, my friends, and now him. His hand slowly caresses my cheek, startling me with his gentleness.

"Your Holy Men of the new god, say he came to serve, came as a man, not a god in power and might, are you better than the god you serve? These Holy Men, these Monks, as they call themselves, say that never ending torture awaits those that take their own life.”

Each word he says cuts me to the quick. I am amazed that this heathen would know so much of our God. My heart breaks, knowing that my life is over, and I am now helpless to do anything about it.

He sets another bowl before me, along with a cup of mead..

"Now eat and drink as a lady, a woman if you chose. ….be a woman my “Little warrior” or be the prideful cur bitch. The choice is yours girl………….. a gentle caring hand, or one raise to curb your stubborn pride, I have no wish to break you Molly.”

My eyes look deep into his, seeing the truth there, yet my pride is still very much hurting from each blow, not only of his hand, bt of his words. I stay kneeling, my backside still to sore to think about sitting on. I eat silently, refusing to answer him at all.

I finish my meager meal, and he takes the dishes from me, before laying down on a pile of furs and pulling one around him. I stay huddled where I am, not wanting to ask. I feel the cold night air brush against my exposed skin.

Lifting the corner of the fur, he gives me a bit of a smile before saying, “Come girl the night grows cold.”

I crawl over to the makeshift bed, my body aching from his abuse it has encountered today. Kneeling by his knees, I yank the heavy maille up over my head, the metal clinking together as I lay it on the floor beside me. Naked, bruised, and heartbroken, I crawl beside him, curling myself into a ball, my back to him.

I can feel the heat of him behind me, but I dare not move closer. He throws the egde of the fur over me, and I wait. Sleep is the farthest thing from my mind.

 

[cgraven]

Molly is silent her eyes down cast refusing to me mine, Finally her dainty hands take the helm of her mail shirt and she slips it over her head, she gives her head a subconscious shake, Molly’s dark red, wild and exotic enflames my passions yet I hold them in check.

The silvery moon light bathes her perfect naked figure, the Valqurie going to her bed. Molly curling myself into a ball, her back to me. Her sweet fragrance intoxicating. She lies still hardly daring to breath, waiting anticipating my intentions.

My arm casually drapes over her waist a reassuring yet sensual gesture and I wait for my little “Wild Cats reaction. Which will win out her stiff neck pride of the “Little Warrior, or the needs of the woman so newly awakened with in her?

 

[Foxy Wench]

I feel his arm come around me. The warmth of his body so inviting, yet my pride is so strong.

My mind is in termoil. Do I hang on to my hate, all I have left inside me, or do I give myself to this man? My heart aches for my own bed, my own roof over my head. I so miss my family, knowing deep down I will never return to my homeland.

I feel my body move closer to him, pressing my cool skin against his warmth. It is comforting to be there in his arms, to have someone to hold me when I need it so much.

Yet my mind rebels, refusing to give in. I will not willingly turn to this man.

 

[cgraven]

Molly’s supple body uncoils a bit, she moves closer seeking human contact, yet she is still guarded , tense her pride is strong, her need as great. My arm gently draws her a bit closer my cheek rest on her smooth shoulder .

I speak not, I let my Frighten little wild cat approach slowly, cautiously. I make no sudden moves. My breath warm and moist on the nape of her neck the fly-away wisps of Moll's dark red hair stir in it most embrace.

 

[Foxy Wench]

The silence is thick between us. I know he is waiting for me, yet I will not give myself willing to him. I cannot do it.

His breath is warm against my skin, and it blows at my hair. I feel a light tickle across my neck and I reach up to gather my hair, pulling it over my shoulder. My fingers run through my hair, untangling the ends that dance infront of my eyes.

His hand rests on my stomach, pressing ever so slightly, his fingers kneeding into my skin. The familiar touching spurs me to open up a bit to him.

Still facing away, not daring to look at him, I ask "Viking, what should I call you?"

 

[cgraven]

Ever so slightly Molly uncoils her tautly balled body a bit more.

"Viking, what should I call you?"

her voice a soft whisper as if amazed at her own words yet needing more than just merely physical contact, her pride still strong and in tact. Her lustrous hair hanging over her smooth velvet shoulder her fingers idly running through her flaming mane, toy with the ends……….

My lips at her small shell like ear;

“Knute”

my warm moist breath washes over Molly’s ear and neck. A soft kiss behind her ear, my hand slips lower across the flat plain of her belly tracing random little circles on her soft supple flesh stopping just above her coppery downy fleece.

My knowing fingers and lips slowly seducing her eager body, letting the anticipation, the need build in this proud beauty, bending her ever so slowly to my will, leting her believe each little surender is her idea. Thus Molly's training begins in earnest, her old life, slipping away unnoticed as her new life begins.

 

[Angelofsex]

Brigid

As I snuggle as he put his arm around me, for some reason I feel safe. Looking at Molly and how life is for her now as it is for me. We never to go back home again.

Leif, fell asleep leaning against where were sitting. I see a strong man here, who would be doing alot to me. If it hurts I will take it, for there is no way I could get away from pain.

There was a tear in my eye, thinking of a life that should have been. Now that part in only a dream, what waits for me is a mystery. A life with this man, not knowing what he is thinking.