Before the Dark Market

[Foxy Wench]

“Knute”

His breath tickles my ear, and a shiver of excitement runs down my spine, making me snuggle closer to him.

I test out his name on my lips, and it comes out in a breathy whisper, "Knute".

At the sound of his name, his hand slips lower. I feel his fingertips trace lazy circles on my stomach. He stops just short of resting his hand on my mound.

His touch awakens a feeling within me, but I quickly push it aside. I find my voice, avoiding that which I know he is after.

"What is your position with this group?"

"Where are you taking me?"

"What is expected of me?"

 

[cgraven]

The touch of my hand moving lower sends a shiver through Molly’s body and she snuggles a little closer.

"Knute".

Her voice a breathy whisper, she holds it a second as my hand stops. Molly’s body warm and eager as little quivers pass through it. Molly’s fierce pride fights what her young body so desires, in a rush of gasped questions.

"What is your position with this group?" ……"Where are you taking me?" …."What is expected of me?"

I nimble at her earlobe as my fingers gently stirs Molly’s firry, cooper, downy fleece.

“What is your position?......... I am ships navigator.”

A kiss behind her ear then the nape of Molly’s neck and gentle tonguing. My hand now resting on her thigh.

"Where are you being taken, to Scandia.”

My kisses and gentle tonguing follow the curve of Molly’s neck. My fingers tracing little random patterns on her thigh, my touch light, sensual and seductive as it moves down to caress Molly’s inner thigh.

"What is expected of you?"

I could lie to her, hold out a false hope to this wild Irish maiden, sooth her fierce pride, yet I will not for a lie begets nothing but trouble.

“Molly look at me”

 

[Foxy Wench]

Knute nibbles at my earlobe as his hand ventures farther down, ruffling the curls that cover my sex. I feel his breath warm on me as he answers my questions one by one

“What is your position?......... I am ships navigator.”

"Where are you being taken, to Scandia.”

His hand has move to my thigh now, trace patterns. I can feel the heat rising in me as his lips move down the curve of my neck. He tongue slips out to tease my skin, and I feel his hand move softly to my inner thigh. I long to part them for him, my body willing it so, but my mind fighting it.

"What is expected of you?"

I wait, listening to his silence. What is he thinking about? He knows. He has no reason to spare my feelings.

“Molly look at me”

I let out a small sigh, afraid of what I will see, what I will feel. I close my eyes before rolling onto my back, keeping my legs tightly together. His hand stays where it is, but I refuse to open to him.

My eyes open and look deeply into his, awaiting his response.

 

[cgraven]

I feel Molly’s thighs start to yield to my seductive caresses, then “My Little warrior’s pride fights the sensual “Wild Cat” for the moment winning out. .Slowly Molly rolls on to her back, her eyes shut, then the curious “Little Wild Cat emerges again and they flutter open. Her eyes gaze into the depths of my clear hazel eyes flecked with gold.

“What is expected of you?”

My eyes hold hers captive, a kiss to the hollow of her neck, gentle tonguing there where her life force beats close to the surface.

“To serve”

My fingers dance over Molly’s inner thighs.

“To sever the needs of your master, in his hall, to cook to clean, and…………”

They again brush Molly’s dark red fleece.

“…….And to serve his desires with your body, no matter what they are.”

A finger slips to Molly’s silken rose pink folds to massage her clit.

“Molly my “Proud Little Warrior” you have but two choices.”

My lips brush hers with a kiss.

“Fight and he will still take you, in harsh rape”

My tongue glides across her full moist lower lip.

“Or you can submit and give yourself to him, taking as much pleasure as you can find..”

My mouth dips to Molly’s firm young breast. The tip slowly circling her now puffy areola. I lift my eyes to hers once more.

“Molly “My Little Wild Cat” the choice is yours, pleasure or pain.”

My lips suck her taunt nipple between them to tongue and suckle that taunt bud.

I have spoken the truth to her, my eyes have confirmed it..

NOW THE CHOICE IS MOLLY’S ALONE’

 

[SexyChele]

Just a friendly *bump*

 

[Foxy Wench]

“Molly “My Little Wild Cat” the choice is yours, pleasure or pain.”

His hands and mouth have seduced me, lulling me into a state of wantoness. I feel my legs part, opening to himjust a bit, enough for his hand to slide between.

I know I have no choice.

I lay very still, feeling his hands roam over me, touching me, teasing me. I will myself not to move.

I will not fight, for fear of his wrath...but I will not give in as easily as Brigid did.

I may serve, but I will not be owned.

I feel his lips on mine, kissing me. But I lay still, refusing to respond.

 

[ericviking69]

Leif Ponders

With Brigid snuggled safely in his arms...Leif wakes as the dawn begins to break. Three maybe four days to the longboat makes home port.

Leif ponders the question of rewarding his men. There are three women....but 25...no 22 men...three are not sailing back. Leif know that Brigid would submit to whatever he asked. Molly the wild cat...Knute's prize would probably die. The other woman, she would die with a smile on her face...

Maybe he should have the men choose the three from among them... there is a mouth, an ass, and a cunt that they could fill as a show. Just need to be careful that she is not damaged. Yes, that might work if the winds stay favaorable...

Leif dozes off again pulling Brigid tight against him. Maybe he can take her again as part of the sport.....

 

[cgraven]

Molly’s legs part, opening to me just a bit, enough for fingers to slide between, to caress her rose pink folds, to massage her already enflamed clit, the smallest of gasps escapes Molly’s lips. My tongue glides over her full pouting parched lips so slightly parted by that involuntary sigh. Her body is willing yet her warriors pride barely holds it in check.

“My Little Wild Cat” the choice is yours, pleasure or pain, as I have told you. Your body is willing and eager yet you lay there like a dead cod fish your pride intact but you will anger any man with such selfish pride and raise his wrath to give you only pain and hardship....... is this your choice the saving of your pride?”

I pause tiring to find the words that will free the little wildcat and save the warriors pride and her life, for if this continues it will mean her life. As she is given to the crew for sport..

“Your Monks have told me PRIDE comes before the fall………….”

I pause.

“That your new god became a slave and was obedient even unto death.”


There is silence only the working of the ships rigging and the snoring of the crew disturbed te stillness of the night.

“Are you better than your god Molly?”

I remove my hands from her rolling over my back towards her.

“Then so be it girl rush to your death as a toy to amuse the crew till they literally fuck you to death…………I doubt you will survive being repeatedly taken by 20+ men….. but I see you have chosen your stiff neck pride.”

 

[Foxy Wench]

I feel him take his hands off of me and roll away, just far enough so that I can still feel the heat of him.

“Then so be it girl rush to your death as a toy to amuse the crew till they literally fuck you to death…………I doubt you will survive being repeatedly taken by 20+ men….. but I see you have chosen your stiff neck pride.”

Tear stream down my cheeks. His words have cut me to the quick and my mind conceeds. His whore I will be.

I turn to him and push myself up so that I can look down on him. My hair brushes his chest, the curls tickling his skin. I lean down, pressing my lips to his in a kiss holding what little passion I have left in my body.

I feel the tears fall from my eyes as I try to seduce him, my tongue brushing against his lips.

 

[cgraven]

Molly comes to me her body pressed close to mind her firm, young, breasts presses into my shoulder and side, her firry hair brushes my cheek then her lips brush mine her tongue glides across my lips as her tears of submission bathe my cheek. Molly’s sweet pink tongue begs entrance to my mouth, her motions slowly, tentative in an effort to seduce me and save a bit of her stubborn pride.

I half turn to her. My eyes find hers, mine are clear steady yet there is softness there as well.

“”Littlie Warrior”…………………. No more games either come to me now as my woman for as long as I choose, or go pay the price for your stubborn pride……… Please me with your mouth now.”

I offer Molly no opportunity to save her pride she must either submit completely or parish.

 

[Foxy Wench]

He turns a bit towards me, looking deeply into my eyes. Just a hint of softness shows, until his words are spoken.

“”Littlie Warrior”…………………. No more games either come to me now as my woman for as long as I choose, or go pay the price for your stubborn pride……… Please me with your mouth now.”

I glance away, trying not to give away any thoughts that are running through my mind.

My lips kiss down his body, trying to be seductive, wanton. I use my tongue, circling his nipples, as I slide my body down his. His hardness presses against me as I move against him.

My eyes look around, glancing up at him. He is involved in my touch, and I plan, sliding ever so slowly down. My lips kissing every inch of your flesh. My hand touching your manhood, stroking its soft flesh. I hear a moan escape your lips as mine place a soft kiss to the tip, my tongue peeking out to lick gently.

And as quick as possible, I roll over to where his daggar lays. I grasp it in my hand, and slicing it through the air, connect with your leg.

Not looking back to see what I have done, I run out onto the deck, the dawn just peeking its way over the horizon. I run to the other side, coming in contact with a hard body. I fall to the deck, looking up to see Lief staring down at me.

 

[cgraven]

The strike bold as Molly flees.

“Arise lad this Irish slut is yours to do with as you please.”

Leif stay your hand. I will take her as my only share, all else I forfeit. She has made her choice now let her pay for her pride.”

I turn my back on Molly abandoning her to her fate the one she has freely chosen. I am done with her, and let the crew amuse themselves with her. If she lives or dies I care not.

The wound is minor and I bathe it in sweet oil and staunch the bleeding in my small shelter aft.

 

[ericviking69]

Interceding - Leif

Leif is startled awake by the fall of Knute's vixen over him. Knute is obviously angry that she has refused to submit to him. The direct approach has failed. Leif smiles at Knute's pride and thinks about how to salvage both his pride and save this firery wench.

Leif stands and takes command of the situation. He takes the dirk from her hand. There is something in his look that tells Molly this is her only hope but that it will be painful to survive.

Leif strips Molly. He bends her at the waist and shows the entire crew her treasures. Leif parts her ass cheeks exposing the tight pucker of her ass. He roughly fingers her anus causing Molly to wince.

Leif looks down at Knute making eye contact and suggersts that try riding her ass before he just tosses her to the crew. Show the men how a Viking rapes an ass.

Lief contnues to prepare Molly for the onslaught of Knute's passion. He rubs her pussy taking nectar from there to lubricate her ass. Working quickly so that she will not be damaged by Knute's manhood that Knute's pride might be satisfied and the crew will have some spectacle.

Leif can feel Molly's body tremble under his touch. He does not beleive it is passion but at least Molly will survive.

Leif makes eye contact with the prize amidship. The women who had enjoyed being taken by two of the crew. She realizes that she will be next.

 

[cgraven]

I see what Leif is doing I know he is a man that treasures beauty, but my anger is hard .

I grab a rope end and stride to the offered prize I force it between her teeth like the bit for a horse. With out caring a wit for her I ram my cock into her spread ass and rape her with a violence I scarcely believed I was capable of her screams cut off by the rope , at each scream I pull cruelly back her anus is stretched, and my cock is dry 30 powerful trust and I feel the tighten of my balls and pull from her spin her around and cum over her face and breasts. her lustrous firry mane soiled and matted with my cum.

“Enjoy your pride Molly.”

I turn my back and go aft to relive the steer’s man and I care not for her fate at this moment.

 

[ericviking69]

The other wench - Leif

I drop Molly next to Brigid for the moment. Her ass is swollen and bleeding. I beckon the nameless wench. She drops her garments and comes forward. Her boldness appeals to me. She knows she will be used but she enjoys it.

Leif turns her aroudn to face the crew. He tells her to choose three men to use her. Three men that she thinks will please her. There is ush as the crew realizes that three of their number will enjoy her treasures.

Leif bellows "who will fill her mouth?"

She chooses an old sea dog from near the front of the ship.

"Who will fill her cunt?"
"Who will ride her ass?"

Three chosen, they come forward. Leif admonishing them to use her gently so that there is more to go around.


Leif had bought Molly some time before she will be taken again. He hopes she is ready.

 

[cgraven]

My blood runs hot I am filled with anger, my face set no pity in my eyes for Molly will submit now or die I have had my fill of her foolish pride my anger makes me bold and reckless I care not for my own life at this moment.

“Leif this Irish bitch that plays at being a warrior loosed an arrow at you, I saved you from a second bolt claimed her as a share of the prize and nothing else……… She is not a woman but an offence to Asgar. Have her bound across a rowing seat and used till she is dead unless she crawls to me now on hands and keens to show she is indeed woman not some cursed hag, more man than woman “

I pause my eyes boring into Molly.

“The fates will not be kind to us if we suffer such as her for profit, and what man would take such a hell spawn who thinks it self better that the god it claims to serve?”

 

[Foxy Wench]

Knute's words make no sense to me, lost in the pain and humiliation I now feel.

I am lost, my heart broken, my spirit crushed now.

My life is nothing to me.

I curl into a small ball, ignoring the touches I feel.

My eyes close, and I slip into a sleep of terror. My dreams showing me pain and anguish. Showing me that this is what I have left to look forward to in my life.



Awakening later, I feel someone looking down at me. I glance up and see Knute and Lief standing over me. My body winces in pain as I move, dragging my body to lay at their feet, sharp bolts of pain rushing through my body.

I stretch my neck out, placing a kiss on the feet of each of the vikings, begging for forgiveness and mercy.

 

[Angelofsex]

Brigid

Waking up with Lief not by me, but hearing yelling going on. My eyes widen as I saw what was happening to Molly. What can I do? Putting the cover around me more, I just watch over it with my eyes.

Seeing Lief actting the way he is, is scaring me. Is this what will become of me. Krute raming his cock in Molly's ass, seeing her bleeding. My body starts to shake. Then giving her to his men, asking who is going to filled, oh my god what is to become of me.

Lief is so mad, I can not even say anything to him. I can not even stop it. The tears starts to flow from my eyes. What can I do to stop it?

 

[ericviking69]

The morning continues - Leif

The nameless wench rises to the challenge taking on all three of the crew. Her passion is obvious. It is amazing to watch her ride one mans dick while having her ass filled by another. Her mouth seems to just inhale the third. As each shoots his seed and withdraws, it is obvious that she just wants more.

Knute's anger is so high that Leif fears he will do something foolish forcing Leif to kill him. Molly is begging for her life. She has been broken and not just tamed.

Sudenly there is a call from the mast. Another long boat is in sight. It is from home. The ships close on each other. They lost their navigator in a storm, They are going far to the south to take hire as guards and mercenaries.

Lief hands Knute a large purse of gold, much more than his share. Without a word they part. Leif hopes that someday he will return and recognize that Leif had just tried to be a good chieftain.

As Knute leaves, the ship is quiet. He was a skilled member of the crew. Leif knows he will miss him. He was an able second in command and navigator.

Leif gives the command so sale home. The room woman huddle in the bow. Molly and Brenna hug each other not sure if they are better or worse off.


The air is calm to he puts the crew to the oars to keep them occupied while he considers the events of the day.

Leif hopes that time will bring Knute back to serve him. However Leif will extract form Knute a price for today. He will know the price of leadership.