by J K Chubbs
Bella grinned wolfishly and went down on the hapless young novitiate. She took nearly half of his lengthy girth down her throat and stroked the rest of it furiously. Her need to taste him drove her wild and she knew for a virgin like him it would not be long. With all her experience in such matters, she was right as Eustace stiffened sharply, cried out something unintelligible and then sagged back down. His cock surged in her mouth with his seed erupting in waves of thick splashes. She pulled herself back, keeping only the spewing cockhead in her mouth to savor the delicious discharge from his young cock. She knew he would remain as hard as ever to satisfy the burning need she had between her thighs next.
Eustace was spent, lying back on his large chair and breathing heavily, but his young cock was as erect as it was before his ejaculation. Bella licked his cock clean and lathered it with more of her saliva. He was delicious and she could get used to this. She stood up and lifted her nightgown, giving the wide eyed novitiate a full view of her forbidden fruit. Brazenly biting her lower lip, she moved over him, placing the throbbing head of his cock against the dripping lips of her hungering pussy. He twitched his cock in her hard, making her laugh out loud. She guided his cock in, slowly taking in his thickness inch by inch. The sensation of his dense organ filling her slick love canal was one most heavenly and very few of her lovers ever made her feel this way. She would have to find some way to make this Eustace more easily accessible to her, for the future needs of confessing her sins.
The young man gasped and panted. That he had never felt the tight warmth of a woman before was evident to her, and she felt his organ grow harder and thicker inside, stretching her wide. Oh, how she loved the feeling. She placed her palms down on his flat chest and lifted her hips upward, allowing his cock to slide slowly out of her. He had to be at least a foot long, judging how high she had to lift herself before she could feel only his cockhead inside her. This was going to be a ride she would not forget too soon, if at all she could.
“You don’t have to keep fighting it, you know.” She purred into his frightened face as she leaned over him. “You’re not a virgin anymore, and your sacred vows of abstinence are broken even before you could take them. So you might as well relax and enjoy this.”
“Uhh… but… my lady.” His eyes stared back at her in utter horror. “I am damned to burn in…”
“Nonsense, you fool.” She laughed into his face. “Now grab a hold of my beautiful ass and help me ride you… come on.”
Bella felt his nervous hands gingerly reaching for her plush behind. She threw back her head and laughed before slamming herself back down on him. The entire length of his thickness speared into her and she cried out. Pleasure and pain danced wildly and she wiggled her hips, letting his young hardness explore the wonders inside her. She rose and fell wildly over him, his thick cock stretching her over and over. It wouldn’t be long now as she felt the turbulence building up within her heaving belly. Then it gave way, rushing all the way down to her pussy and gushing out with the exquisite euphoria of a mind blowing orgasm.
She cried out, digging her nails into her lover’s slender arms, grinding against him, feeling his thickness deep inside her throb and swell. He exploded in tandem with her, filling her with his young virile seed for the second time that evening. Bella kissed his face, his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. His moans of pleasure mingled with her own and she held on to him as another orgasm worked its way down from her belly.
The sound of the door creaking open made the both of them freeze. As one they turned their heads to face the intruder. Before them stood a short, portly man, in the unmistakable brown robes of a fully ordained man of the Cloth. His eyes were wide and his mouth wider still, he had dropped the several scrolls and books he was carrying, and his hands were twitching by his sides.
“Ah, father Julian.” Bella smiled at him calmly, and yet remained as she was, straddling her young lover.
“What in the name of the Lord…” The stout man finally sputtered. “This is blasphemy… this sin is unforgivable. Eustace, you will burn for Eter…”
“That is enough, my good man.” Bella hardened her tone. She had one hand placed on Eustace’s narrow chest, holding him down. “Tell me… what brings you barging in here in such a manner?”
“What?” Julian took a step back as if he was struck. It appeared he had just come to realize that she was the lady of the estate. “But… but… my lady, we are… under attack… the castle walls have been breached…”
“Under attack?” She felt a chill run down her back as she slid off her hapless lover. “But who dares to…”
“The Northmen… they have broken down our defenses and are looting the town.” Julian stole a quick glance at her exposed lower half. “I must save as many of our holy texts as I can… Eustace, help me.”
Shaking now with real fear, Eustace got to his feet even as Bella smoothed down her night gown. She would have to return to her room and save what she could before, as it was their custom, the raiders set the entire castle ablaze.
“After this is over… you will be judged, Eustace.” Julian nodded self importantly as he barred the narrow doorway of the chapel. “As will you, Lady Bella… his lordship will not take this kindl-eeeghhh aaahhhh!”
The fat man’s eyes bulged wide and his mouth twisted in terror. Through the front of his robed chest something flat, broad and sharp came jutting out. A dark stain began to form around it and Bella realized it was the man’s rich red blood. The metal object receded and the dying man came hurtling forward as if someone had kicked him hard from behind. Bella felt a tightness form in her belly, grow bigger and then drop down through her. Her knees trembled and she staggered backward, bumping into a trembling Eustace.
Barring the doorway was a man, a man so tall and wide, he would need to hack another doorway to get through. His bloodied greatsword he held in a ham sized fist, and his face was a mask of hard angles decorated with braided whiskers and beard. He had a large tattoo on one side of his face, wore mostly leather and steel and emanated the most ferocious aura that Bella had ever felt.
She could tell he was one of the raiding Northmen that Julian was blabbing about before he was so effortlessly skewered. And even though she was frightened out of her wits, she knew she had to keep her head or lose her life. She shrugged off Eustace hands from her shoulders, threw her head back and stepped boldly up to the brooding invader.
“Welcome to my humble abode.” She stood straight with her hands on her hips. “I am the Lady Fontaine.”
When Bella opened her eyes again, the first thing she was aware of was a throbbing pain on the entire left side of her face. Her left eye felt heavy and her lower lip on the same side felt swollen. She remembered the last thing before blacking out was this huge open palm smacking her across the face. And now here she was with open sky above her and the lapping sounds of water all around her. Where in the name of heaven was she?
“Easy, my lady.” Someone whispered beside her. “Keep very still.”
“Where am I?” She whispered back, trying her hardest to see who it was that spoke to her. “And who are you?”
“I am Cheri, one of your maids at the castle, my lady.” The other replied softly. “We are at sea.”
“At sea?” A chill rushed all through her. “But how did we…?”
“We were taken by the raiders… we will be sold as slaves in their native lands.”
“Slaves.” She didn’t like the sound of that.
“Shhh, my lady.” Cheri pleaded. “They take offence to us talking… one girl was already thrown overboard for screaming.”
“What?” She couldn’t help but cry out. “What manner of barbarous…”
Someone shouted in their direction in a language she didn’t understand and she tried to lift her head to see who that was, but her bonds kept her pinned down.
“My lady, please… keep quiet.” Cheri hissed beside her and fell eerily silent as a large shadow loomed over them.
The huge man threw her over his broad shoulder and turned around, making her head spin wildly. Surely he was not going to throw her overboard for talking? She looked around the boat, there were several women bound and huddled where she had been lying, and along the sides of the boat several huge men, the raiders of the north, sat on cutaway seats made for rowing. The man carrying her walked past them all until he was at the head of the boat. He slung her off his shoulder and held her upright, making her come face to face with another man as tall as he was. This one was older and had a large braided beard down to his chest. His head was bald and covered with runic tattoos and he had a large white scar down one side of his face. The savage ferocity in his steely eyes didn’t intimidate or frighten her; instead she felt something else, something that she always wanted from a man. A real man, like the one standing before her, as well as the other Northmen all around her on this longboat.
“Where are you taking me?” She tossed her head arrogantly and demanded.
The towering man took a deep breath, expanding his broad chest further, and then snapped his thick callused fingers. Someone stepped up from behind him. Bella was taken aback to see that it was a woman. Her hair was cut in the fashion of the men, shaved bald on the sides with flowing locks over the middle going down in a long braid to her lower back. She had similar runic tattoos on her head, arms and shoulders. She was wearing the same kind of clothing too, coarse woven leggings, leather jerkin and metal studded boots and arm bands.
“We are taking you to our country.” The woman replied in Bella’s own native tongue, further astonishing her.
“Who are you and how do you speak my tongue?” She asked the woman hoarsely.
“I am Sinead, once of your own lands… taken captive just like you, a few years ago.” The woman replied grimly then gestured at the two tall men standing before and behind Bella. “This is Jarl Jorgen of Hagarland and this is Arnord, his firstborn. You are now the Jarl’s slave.”
“Tell Jarl Jorgen I am a Lord’s wife and he will receive a sizable ransom for my safe return.” She said with a seductive smile at the brooding Jarl of Hagarland.
“I know the ways of your people all too well, Lady Fontaine, I was once one of them. And I know of your husband too.” Sinead replied blandly. “Lord Marcel Jean Fontaine, if he yet still lives, will find it more convenient to his purse to acquire a new wife.”
“Then what is to become of me?” Bella eyed the Jarl and his son, the tall young warrior who had carried her over.
“The same fate of any beautiful woman taken as a slave, my lady.” Sinead said in a flat tone. “You will be well fucked by the Jarl, and when he tires of you, he will give you to his many sons, and they in turn will reward you to their warriors once they too tire of you. But never fear, all this while you will be treated well and protected from harm.”
“And after all that time what will happen to me?” She exhaled deeply, trying to keep calm.
“You may be sold, or sacrificed to the gods?” The other woman shrugged.
“And if the Jarl does not tire of me at all.” Bella did well to hold on to her nerves.
“Then you may live on with him; perhaps even become one of his many wives.”
“And what of you, Sinead?” She stared wide eyed at the other woman. “How did you come to be where you are among these barbarians?”
“One of my few talents is the gift of learning other tongues quickly.” Sinead said. “Jarl Jorgen finds me useful in ways other than just my body.”
“And what happens to these other women captured, and I see some captive men as well.”
“The men will be sold as slaves to work the fields. Most of the women will share the same fate as yours, though some will be less fortunate.” Sinead said patiently. “I have informed the Jarl about your high status among your own people, but here you are just a slave who must prove her worth to be considered special.”
“Oh, he will know of my worth soon enough.” Bella had an impish smile dancing on her lips. “As soon as we get to wherever it is we are going.”
“We are going to Harukat, capital of Hagarland and home of Jarl Jorgen.”
Harukat was unlike any place Bella had ever seen. Between her father’s grand villa, and the castle of her husband, Bella had never been anywhere in her young life of twenty years. Not even to the farmlands, villages and port towns of her own country. And now here she was in a foreign land, among foreign people and all she had going for her was her youth, beauty and wits.
The people of this place were all tall as trees and robust as well. She felt like a shrinking violet as she was led down a busy pathway toward what was the largest structure in the place, the Jarl’s great hall. This was where she was to stay, doing everything the Jarl and everyone else there wanted her to do. A shiver ran through her, she felt fear and excitement all at once. The fear of the unknown along with the thrill of what was to come. She was glad to be free of the life of leisurely confinement she had for so long. And even though she would be a slave here, she could sense from the surrounding ambience of the place that she would have enough freedom to spread her wings as much as she desired.
“This is your new home as a slave.” Sinead walked up beside her. “Jarl Jorgen will require your attentions this night; you will find water and soap to clean yourself there in that shed, and some fresh clothes. Food is ready and available for all in the cookhouse, and so is drink. Be at the Jarl’s bedside by evenfall.”
“I… well, thank you for your kindness, Sinead.” Bella nodded at the departing woman. “You have made this madness bearable.”
“I know all too well how it feels…” The other woman called back. “Fare well, my lady.”
Bella found the wash shed, cleansed herself with cold water and coarse soap, then put on a dress made of rough spun cloth and wrapped a bearskin cloak around her. She found bread, some fish stew and a hunk of roasted elk meat, and washed it all down with a sour drink of mead. The effect of the drink was immediate and Bella felt ready for anything in the world. She stepped out of the cookhouse, outside the skies were getting darker and she remembered reading once that so far up north the days were shorter than the nights. No one ever knew why it was so. The will of the gods, some said and most agreed. It was time for her to attend to her new master, Jarl Jorgen of Hagarland.
The great hall was no bigger than some of the storage buildings back home, but here it was the tallest and widest structure around. Two men, as tall as trees and armed with heavy axes stood guard on either side of the doorway as she walked up. She nodded at them and they let her enter unhindered, though their eyes told clearly of their intentions. A thrill rushed through her, as these were the kinds of men she had always desired – strong, rough and rugged. Inside, the great hall was full of people, men and women, tall and wide, and laughing loudly as they ate and drank around a large fire pit that blazed in the centre of the hall. Seated on an imposing throne made out of hardwood was the man who was her master. He was flanked by two women, hard faced and as robust looking as the men, and beside them stood a few tall young men, one of whom she recognized as Arnord, and one other, the one who had taken her from the chapel.
“I am here for your pleasure.” Bella stepped before the Jarl and said in the few words of their tongue that Sinead had taught her on the boat. “My lord and master.”
Jarl Jorgen regarded her will impassive eyes for a while, then g
estured at the two tall women seated on either side of him. “Jaseka. Astrid.” He said in a deep gravelly voice as the two women stood up and walked towards her.
A sudden chill rushed through her as the two of them grasped her by each arm. They smiled at her and dragged her between them, away from the revelry going on in the hall and to one of the rooms at the back.
“Where are you taking me?” She cried out in panic. Between the two tall and powerful women, Bella felt like a little child. “Answer me, please.”
They couldn’t of course, not in her language, though one of them said something in their own and the other laughed. Bella wished Sinead was there, or at least taught her some more of the local language. She shivered as the two women, whom she now realized were Jaseka and Astrid, pulled off her bearskin cloak and then the rest of her clothing. They lay her down naked on the bed in the centre of the room. Overhead, oil lamps hung low from the ceiling, filling the room with a warm, arousing glow.
Jaseka and Astrid removed each other’s clothing and as naked as she was, they began to caress her body. Bella had never been intimate with a woman before, even though she had heard of such pleasures being spoken of in hushed tones. It seemed to her that in this part of the world, in this barbaric society, such things were routine and hardly considered taboo.
