by Nicola Diaz
My owner pulls me away from him quickly though, and throws him a reprimanding look. Then he laughs loudly, stripping me of my dress without skipping a beat. He is used to disrobing women I sense, the skill with which I am suddenly naked nothing short of amazing. I try to cover up again, but he gives me a look that says that this will not be a good idea. We make our way through the room, more fingers on my nakedness now, but not one of them touching my pussy. They seem to know that it is completely off limits to them.
He walks me to the cage, and the men seem to watch more closely now. They move their stools, adjusting their place so that they can have the best view of what is about to happen in this cage. I look around the cage, seeing the torches on the sides of it, knowing that they will probably come into play tonight. The dress that I was wearing when I came in here is far from the cage now, so that I know that it will not serve as a blindfold, so maybe I will have to see everything that happens to me. I look around at the men, salivating the way they did at the auction, hunger heavy in their eyes. I try to make out their cocks in the dim space, but all I see are huge bulges in the front of their trousers.
Some of them make adjustments to these bulges, some of them rub them, rather obviously, almost as though they were threatening me with the possibility. I look away from them, catching Bjorn’s eyes again, seeming to read the question that burns in the back of them. How much more freedom do I want, and how far am I willing to go to achieve this additional freedom? I can almost hear these words falling from his lips, even though he is not saying anything to me, downing the remainder of the ale in his pitcher.
He throws the pitcher to the ground, and pushes me down onto my knees. He runs his crotch over my face, and then holds my head back, just off his cock. I can smell it, almost taste it. When he rubs his dick in my face again my mouth opens a little bit, before he pulls me off him again. Then he drops spit from his mouth onto mine, almost in slow motion so that when I open my mouth it finds its way onto my tongue. I keep my mouth open until he is done dropping saliva into my mouth.
Bjorn looks at me with a look that says that he is as interested as the men watching to see how much I will be able to take. He pulls me to my feet again, pulls my face close to his, and spits directly onto it, not even waiting for me to open my mouth. The men watching laugh out loud at this, edging him on, wanting him to really get started with this show it seems. Vikings are incredible showoffs it seems, and just how much they need to show their toys off to each other I feel like I am about to find out.
He pulls out his cock and pushes me down on it. I am almost not sure what to do with it suddenly, every eye on me. I open my mouth and he sends it between my lips and over my tongue. Again he settles deep into my throat, rubbing his thick meat against my teeth. There is no way that I can avoid contact with my teeth too, so fat is the cock stuffing my mouth. I almost think that he thinks he is fucking my pussy, so deep is he fucking my mouth now. His dick is throbbing, aching, pulsating, so that I know that he is really enjoying this. He is also about to erupt.
When he does he sends his tongue deeper into my mouth still. His massive head settles in the back of my throat as his cock spews what feels like gallons of hot semen down my throat. Then he pulls his cock from my mouth and holds my head back, forcing me to swallow his semen. I try, choking a little bit on it, but then managing to get most of it down my throat. He slaps my face with his cock, and it trickles a little more semen out of the tip of it. Then he shoves it into my mouth for a moment longer before he is again slapping my face with his still-hard cock.
He looks around the room, through the grating of the cage, and at the men who are more intensely looking at us now. Then he takes his fingers to my nipples again, squeezing on them until I scream. I know that this is what he expects of me, and this is what he wants. Even if I didn’t want to oblige him though, I could not hold back. The feeling of his fingers on my breasts is so intense that I start to tear, liquid streaming down my face now, but I am not crying.
Bjorn looks over to where a servant is standing, and he nods. They bring him the clamps and chains that he used on me the first time we were alone here, and I start to shudder. Deep inside my cunt, there is warmth and wetness, and I know that I am more aroused than I should be, given the circumstances. But I am incredibly fearful, and incredibly aroused. My breasts are again clamped, and the chains pulled across the cage, and tied to the steel grating. I remember the first time this happened to me, and so I do not try to move at all this time.
He comes up close to me and sends a finger deep inside my pussy, and then pulls it out of me, holding it up for all to see. His finger glistens by the light of the torches, and I know that each and every one of them knows that I am wet now. I almost feel betrayed by myself. Then Bjorn goes into my cunt with two fingers, thick and intrusive. He keeps these fingers inside me as he calls for the other slave to bring my dress, tear it up and give him a strip.
He pulls his two fingers from my pussy, holding these two up as well, again receiving enormous applause. Then he takes a strip of fabric and blindfolds me, rendering the entire room dark now. I hear them laughing, and they sound more and more menacing. They actually sound like a bunch of hyenas, wolves even in the dark. Anxiety immediately fills my belly as I am suddenly unsure of what might happen tonight, with an audience to feed Bjorn, edging him on.
Again his finger find the inside of my pussy, three fingers I think, and I cannot take it. I don’t move though, trying to get the clamps on my breasts to feel normal. But there is nothing I can do about them, every centimeter that I move as he invades my cunt with his fingers sending fireballs into my breasts, pulling on them as though they are going to snap right off my chest. I scream, really scream now, and the men watching this laugh even louder, sounding more menacing than I had thought it possible for any human beings to sound.
Bjorn fingers me hard, and then rips his fingers from me. I think that he must be raising these too, because again the room is filled with cheers. Then he suddenly walks away from me, leaving me alone for what seems like the longest time. Then I feel the lick of a flame, and I know what he is doing. Another lick, and then another, and I know that he is really determined to put me at serious risk now with the torch. He holds the flames against my skin longer than the first time, and then moves the torch closer to my skin, making me feel like I will at any moment catch a flame.
When he moves the flames between my legs I cannot help but move myself out of the way, pulling the clamps on my breasts more than ever before, stopping just short of snapping my own nipples off, hovering still over the flame. Bjorn sends a finger into me now, and then another, and another still, filling me again with three fingers, moving the torch over my clit, over my cunt-lips, confusing me with this sensory explosion. When he rips the fingers from me again I am left wanting, realizing that I actually really like this torture.
Bjorn keeps on teasing me, playing with me, using nothing but his fingers and the flames, and then when he is done he leaves me, suspended by my nipples in the cage, my nakedness exposed for the entertainment of the men in the room. He must have gone to drink a little more, think of what further torture he can impart on me, think about what more he can do to me in exchange for a little more freedom. Will I ever be free though I wonder, as he returns to the cage, and sends his dick so far into my pussy that I pass out…
Chapter 4
When I come to I am back in my bed. My pussy hurts, a deep lingering burn somewhere near my belly. I touch it, gently, tenderly, and even my clit hurts, as do my lips. I feel like I was fucked by many men, all of the men who had been watching last night. I know somehow though, that this is not the case. Bjorn has a fucking huge cock, and I know that this was all it took to fuck the consciousness out of me. Days go by though and I am not sent for again. I do enjoy added freedom though, so that I know that we are definitely making progress.
Thoughts start to consume me of what I would do if I were free of this bondage. There are few options av
ailable to former slaves, so few in fact that many freed slaves return to the house of their masters, seeking the comfort of the familiar. I start to think which one of my previous masters I would return to. Thoughts come into my head of everything that has happened to me here, in this compound, in Bjorn’s house, and I start to think that maybe, just maybe it is not that bad here.
But how do I know, I ask myself. Having never known freedom, how do I know what the world really has to offer me? I need to know this, to explore freedom for myself, if I am to really know what this is. I make up my mind to do whatever he asks of me, anything to ensure that I am set free at some point. So when I am fetched again late one night, I start to think of what I could do to please him tonight, what I could do differently.
When we step into the shed it seems to be fuller, with more men in it than the last time. They also seem more drunk than the last time, even though some of them are the same men that were here the last time. They are also touchier too, fingers finding the exposed parts of me very quickly. I look around for Bjorn again, not seeing him. I cannot find him at all in the shed, and I start to panic, especially when my dress is pulled off me and I am naked, alone, between these salivating Vikings. I am pulled to the ground, the men around me groping me, kissing me, and waving their dicks in my face.
Then one of the men comes up over my face and rubs his balls in my face. I close my eyes, not wanting to see this. He lowers his huge balls against my lips, and rubs them against my mouth. Hands hold my legs apart, and blow over my pussy. They don’t touch it though, and I really seem to feel the incredible sense of relief that comes from knowing that they know that they cannot touch me there. But then fingers find my pussy, and I am so shocked that I open my mouth.
The balls that were just on my mouth are now in it, and they are moved around the inside of my mouth with such determination that I cannot help but to suck on them. The fingers creeping into my pussy though scare me, and I cannot move. I struggle against the hands holding my legs down, the ones against my arms too, eventually surrendering to the fingers that are really invading my cunt now. Then suddenly though everyone is off me, and I am helped to my feet, Bjorn entering the room.
He comes over to where I am standing now, and takes me from the men still holding my arms. He throws an intense look around him, at the men who are now hiding their fingers, probably because these were the same fingers that were just inside my pussy. I almost think that Bjorn cares for me, almost think that he is protective, possessive even, and I start to convince myself of emotions that really are not there. I am a toy to him, a pawn, nothing more. The fact that I am his preferred slave should really not be getting to my head, but it is. He walks me to the cage, and immediately all thoughts of him caring for me are gone.
He pulls on me hard, sending his finger into my cunt immediately, fingering me hard and fast. I think that he really wants me to cum now, but then he pulls his finger from me. He looks at me with that evil look again, and I know that he is trying to think about what he can do to me tonight to show me off to his audience. I start to think that perhaps I can do something to get a measure of control over this. There is a moment though when I start to think that there might be a little more than I can take, but still this dark side calls me.
Bjorn pulls on my nipples again, and I know that he wants to make me scream. I know one thing that will definitely make me scream, but I am not sure if I can handle it. The last time he fucked me in my pussy I lost consciousness. How dare I think that I can take him into my ass, having never been fucked in my ass before? I know though that this is something that he will take himself at some point, so this may as well be tonight, and I may as well have some control over this ass fucking.
I drop to my knees as soon as his fingers are out of me, and then I stay there, knowing that his eyes are looking at my ass now. There is something about his eyes on me that warms my pussy, and wets it incredibly. But I know that I don’t want him in my pussy now, not yet. I want to get over and done with his dick in my ass, and I really just want to know what this will feel like. But I also know that there is the slight possibility that I really will not be able to handle his dick in my ass.
Bjorn pulls off his belt and wraps it around my neck. He holds it tightly against my throat, him on his knees behind me. Then he pulls hard on the belt and my neck and head arch back, and I lose the ability to breathe again. I close my eyes, thinking that this is definitely it. I let myself go, and I start to fade, start to lose consciousness rather quickly. But then he lets my neck drop again, and I can finally breathe again.
He parts my ass cheeks, and sends his nose between them, breathing in the smell of me. I am sweating already, the anticipation driving me insane. He sends his tongue into me, wetting my hole immensely, and I start to feel that maybe this will be a little more pleasant than I thought. He really goes deep into me, and my asshole loosens up rather quickly. But then his tongue is gone from me, and replaced immediately by three fingers as again he pulls on the belt around my neck.
As I start to again lose consciousness, my focus is not even on my breathing anymore, the fingers in my ass really piercing through me. But then these fingers are gone, and the belt is released, and I can breathe again. I wonder what he is doing though now, before I realize that as usual, he is playing with me. He is doing what he has always done, and I almost hate it. I cannot take that he doesn’t just fuck me, entering my ass and bringing himself to a finish. I know though that he is performing for the crowd, enjoying their responses to my own responses to the brutal man.
Suddenly Bjorn is entering my cunt from the back, and I cannot handle it. He goes all the way into me, and my cunt almost tries to resist him, against my own knowledge of course that this is really futile. He is inside me quickly, all the way, and then he starts to thrust hard, piercing my cunt with his spear. He seems to fuck me forever, and again I am not sure if I am conscious, knowing though that I am, because I feel each movement of him inside me. And then he is no longer in my pussy.
Bjorn doesn’t waste any time getting his cock into my asshole. He doesn’t prepare me for it, doesn’t stretch me gently, and doesn’t do anything that I thought one would do before violating what is essentially an exit. I let out such a loud scream that I draw the attention even from those who were on the periphery of the room, who were focused on their ales and their own banter. Everyone in the room is now looking at us, in the cage, and Bjorn pulls my neck back again so that I can see that all eyes in the room are certainly on us now.
As the belt tightens, I close my eyes. My focus seems to spread equally now between trying to breathe and the now-burning cock moving in and out of my ass. He seems to go all the way into me, and pull his dick all the way out. My ass is in shreds now, pummeled by the sheer strength of the cock moving inside me. I close my eyes tightly, screaming as loudly when he is moving into me as when he is moving out. He knows that he is hurting me and he seems to enjoy it. I start to look out for that moment when it will start to be pleasant for me too.
It is incredibly uncomfortable though, for the longest time. I let my mind move off from what is happening to me, and start to focus on why. I start to think of the added freedom that tonight will earn me, and his dick starts to move easier inside me, no less intrusive, no less invasive, though. He really is going for it, determined that when I cannot breath, I am screaming. I cannot even control these screams either, just letting them come out of me as they will. It is really too much, way more than I thought that I could handle.
When he pulls his cock out of me I cannot breathe, but the belt is loosened around my throat. He gets up, and goes off to get something. I don’t know what it is until he is back, blindfolding me again. I don’t understand why he seems to like the idea of me blindfolded, cutting me off from the world. Then I realize why, fear and anxiety taking over me quickly in the darkness. There is something that is definitely scary about not being able to see what is being done to you.
He ties my hands and pul
ls the restraints to the sides of the cage. This brings me to my feet somewhat, and then he goes into my pussy again. Someone else comes into the room, and after a brief debate with Bjorn I am sucking this newcomers cock he cums in my mouth as Bjorn kills it in my cunt. Then he is out of my pussy, leaving a few men lined up in front of me, ready to fill my mouth with semen. They do, about three or four of them, and then I am once again alone in the cage, listening to these men discuss me as though I were not even here. I start to think that maybe it is over, maybe they just enjoy seeing my tired nakedness, thinking that maybe they have lost interest in me for the night. Not yet though…
Chapter 5
I try to move my arms around, trying to see through the blindfold again. This is not possible though, and I just hear the men around me talking, laughing. I hear them clanking their pitchers against one another, having really enjoyed the show. I think for a moment that I might have been too eager, too willing, and then really afraid, but there was nothing that I could do to get out of this violation that I myself initiated. Perhaps I will be given more freedom still now, free to leave the compound. Bjorn must know in that part of him that knows that I will come back, wanting more of this treatment.
