Cum For The Viking 2 (The Virgin Sex Slaves)

by Virginia Wade

  “We should escape,” said Emma.

  “They’d find us. I just want to see what’s happening.”

  The secret corridor had been my father’s idea of a quick getaway in the event of an attack. It was dank and dark with the smell of mold and filth. There was a light at the end, and an opening led to a flight of steps. Emma and I ascended; the air was cool and fresh against my face. We found ourselves on a small balcony overlooking the courtyard. A rope ladder could be thrown down the back for those wanting to flee. The smoke from fires spotted the horizon, as the village continued to burn. Vikings littered the courtyard; their horses, which they had stolen from the farmers, were tethered nearby. Our great hall was being used as a strategic stronghold or command center, with Finn Vapnfjord dispensing orders. I should have felt guilty to be living in luxury and comfort, but I knew the price I had to pay: satisfying them with my body.

  “They’re well organized,” murmured Emma.

  I glanced at her. “You enjoyed him. I heard you last night.”

  “Finn?” She flushed pink.

  “Yes.”

  “I…wanted to refuse.”

  “What if we fall pregnant?”

  “Then we’ll visit the Green women. Those witches have elixirs for everything.”

  “Lora and her mother are probably…well…they’ve been captured, I’m sure.”

  “Nesta Green predicted Cameron’s death.”

  “Shush. Don’t think about that.” Cameron had been my younger brother. My mother had gone to the witch for a reading, and Nesta had foretold Cameron’s accident, which had upset my mother greatly. “Sometimes it’s better not to know the future.” In anger, she had discredited Nesta, turning the village against her.

  “Let’s go back. I’m cold.”

  “Yes, Emma.”

  That evening, the smell of something delicious roasting filled the house. Emma and I remained in the solar, sewing and talking about escape, when the door flung open suddenly. Finn strode in, wearing a red tunic over loose fitting braes. His booted feet clicked on the wooden floor.

  “Tonight we celebrate!”

  I eyed him dispassionately. “What’s the occasion?”

  “Our smashing success.”

  I sat on my mother’s chair, while Emma was before the fire. “Your raping and pillaging efforts?”

  He smiled, flashing white teeth. “Indeed. Gold and sacred emblems will fetch a fortune in the slave markets. I’m a rich man.”

  My mouth fell open. “You’ve looted churches?”

  “They have all the gold, my dear.”

  “You’re disgusting.”

  “You didn’t find me so last night.”

  I harrumphed and returned my attention to the cushion I was embroidering, which was something my mother had been working on.

  “We feast. I want you without those stupid things on your head. I have something special for you both to wear.” A servant appeared, a boy no older than ten. “Ah, here are your things. Put these on.”

  Emma took the garments from his hands, eyeing them. They looked to be made out of a satiny type of fabric. “What is this?”

  “Silk from China. My brother’s a merchant. I want you to wear them and nothing else. Is that understood?”

  With a look of confusion, Emma held up one of the dresses, revealing it to be a thin robe. “There’s nothing here, my Lord.”

  “Exactly. I’ll send for you when we’re ready.”

  “Ready for what?” I asked, but he had left, shutting the door behind him. I sighed. “We’re to go down as whores tonight.”

  “That’s what I was thinking.”

  While we undressed, there were voices below and the sound of flutes being played in a foreign, lilting melody. Laughter and shouts rang out. It was worrying to know that we would descend into the great hall dressed in nothing but thin, silk robes. Wine had been left for us, and I poured a cup, taking a deep sip. I needed it to fortify me for what lay ahead.

  “This is scandalous,” griped Emma. “It doesn’t even close.” She pulled the material together over her bare breasts. Her long, blonde hair hung down her back.

  I came up behind her, hugging her. “Have some wine.”

  “Mother would disown us, if she knew what’s happened.”

  “Would you rather be taken by an entire contingent of Vikings or a few?”

  “Neither.”

  “That’s not an option.”

  “I’ll never find a husband now. The entire village will know I’m sullied.”

  “I refuse to think that far ahead. You enjoyed Finn.”

  “You’ve said that twice now. Are you jealous?” She turned to stare at me.

  I found myself on the defensive. “I don’t know him. He’s…skilled in bed, but…that’s all I know about him.”

  “I can only admit this to you, because I know you won’t betray my confidence. I do enjoy…the act.” She smiled shyly. “It’s nice.”

  “Oh, we’ve been ruined good and proper. Lord only knows what we’ll be forced to do tonight.”

  “This is wickedness. God will punish us.”

  “We’ve no choice, Emma. Those horrible Vikings are forcing us.”

  A knock sounded on the door, and a servant appeared. “Your presence is requested,” he said in a heavily accented voice.

  I glanced at Emma. “Well, are you ready?”

  Her blue eyes shone with mischief. “I suppose.”

  “We’re going down to face the enemy.”

  “That’s one way to look at it.”

  We left, following the servant, descending the stairs to a room filled with candles. Several grizzled looking men sat on crates playing flutes. There were other women dressed in silk robes. I recognized several from the village, and I felt a moment of shame. The long wooden table held plates filled with food; the smell was mouth watering. Mead and wine flowed, as men laughed and shouted, grabbing the women and mauling them with their sticky paws.

  One woman was bent over a barrel, with a man driving his cock into her. I saw Finn with the fierce-looking Viking from yesterday; Bram was his name. They were in deep conversation. Thorod had a woman on his lap. Emma and I stayed towards the wall, not knowing what was expected of us. Keeping a low profile seemed like a good idea.

  A Viking lifted a woman onto the table, snatching her robe, leaving her naked. The men roared their approval.

  “Show us that pussy, you English bitch!”

  “Shake that ass!”

  A chorus of snickers and cheers resounded. The woman seemed hesitant at first. Her long, dark hair fell to her bottom. Then she began to move, slowly gyrating her hips in a seductive dance. She stepped between plates while men ate, staring at her while chewing. Most of the Vikings were without chainmail, having left the encumbrances of war at the door of the manor. Tonight was about celebrating, and they seemed to be in high spirits, downing mead and belching loudly.

  A Viking grasped the woman, and she screamed. He brought her before him, as her ass skidded over the table. “I’m eating pussy!” Shouts rang out, and pewter cups clashed in celebration. He buried his face in her crotch.

  I glanced at Emma. Her eyes were as wide as saucers.

  “Oh, dear,” she murmured.

  Chapter Seven

  If we thought we would hide against the wall, we were wrong. Finn spotted us and made a beeline our way, slapping men on the back as he went and grinning broadly.

  “You’re a sight for hungry eyes!” His hand caressed my bottom, and I stepped away from him. Undeterred, he grabbed me, pulling me close. “Tonight you’ll get a taste of Viking hospitality, my love. Are you ready to spread your legs for me?”

  I gasped and slapped him. This was witnessed by dozens of men, and they pounded their fists on the table in hearty approval. Emma and I had been thrown into a room full of wolves, drunk, lustful, and flesh craving animals that they were.

  Finn bellowed with laughter. “These girls are ours for the taking! They’
re the ladies of the house. I want you to meet Emma Abbot.” He tugged on Emma’s robe, and it fell away, leaving her naked. “And this is Charlotte Abbot.” My silk garment ended up in his closed fist. I threw my arms over my chest, mortified. “Let the celebration begin!”

  Howls of approval and ribald cheers echoed throughout the hall. The heat from the fireplaces created a comfortable environment. A fornicating couple occupied my bed, which had been pushed aside; their moans were louder than the flute music. The flickering light of candles sent deep shadows into the corners. I took Emma’s hand to escape.

  “Let’s go somewhere else. Now!”

  “Not so fast, my lovely.” It was Bram. He took my hand, kissing it. His grin was roguish. “You remember me, don’t you?”

  “I-I-do,” I stammered awkwardly.

  “You can’t leave yet. The festivities haven’t even begun.” He pulled me towards the table, where plates filled with food were presented. “Have a bite. Have a sip. Enjoy yourself.”

  “I’m not hungry.”

  His gaze radiated heat. “I am.”

  The woman sitting on the table with the Viking between her legs began panting, her chest rising and falling. He attended to her with wet, slurping sounds, which were slightly disconcerting. I tried not to look in their direction, but avoiding them was impossible, since they were seated midway down. If my mother only knew of the depravity that was occurring, she would faint dead away.

  Finn approached. “Bram has yet to find a woman to warm his bed.”

  “On the contrary. This one will do nicely.” He grinned at me.

  “Then let’s make ourselves comfortable and have our cocks sucked.” He nodded towards my sister. “Come here, Emma.” She approached dutifully.

  A firm hand closed around my wrist. I tried to pull free, but Bram’s hand was like a vice. My hair covered most of my breasts, and, as I sat, he brushed the strands aside exposing me. “You’re lovely.” His look smoldered.

  These men were spectacular to look at. Bram had removed his shirt, baring shoulders that were broad and laced with muscles, which tapered down to a toned and firm stomach. Blonde hair was scattered throughout, and a patch of blonde hair between his legs cushioned a shockingly large cock, that glistened on the tip. The sheer length and girth was enough to produce a rush of tingles that gathered in my tummy. Finn grabbed my sister, pulling her onto his lap.

  “Oh!” she gasped.

  His mouth was on her neck, kissing and nipping at delicate skin, his hands splayed over her belly, massaging soft flesh. He spread her legs, exposing a patch of dark blonde hair. “What a beautiful pussy.” He ran a finger up and down her slit. “So wet.”

  Thorod neared, kneeling on the rug. “Might I have the first taste, my Lord?”

  “Be my guest.”

  He dove between her pale, shapely legs, lapping at her slit, while his large hands gripped her thighs. My sister hadn’t even tried to fight him off; instead, she closed her eyes and sighed. The scene was debauched, and yet, wholly arousing. I turned to find Bram no more than an inch away. His blue gaze was intense.

  “You want this?” He held his cock.

  I swallowed hard looking at it, afraid to speak. His grin lessened his severe countenance. I didn’t want to, but I wrapped my arms around his neck, his lips touching mine. He tasted of ham and mead, sweet and delicious. Out of the corner of my eye, there was a woman on her hands and knees, with a cock in her mouth, while a man drove into her from behind. Vikings drank and watched, the murmur of conversation resonating.

  “Oh, my!” cried Emma. Finn thrust into her, while Thorod licked her pussy, although it was a challenge for him.

  “Bring the oil!” bellowed Finn. “I’m fucking this ass.”

  The flute music had taken on a sultry tone; the melody wasn’t as peppy. Glancing in the direction of the players, they each had a woman between their legs, working their instruments.

  “Oh! Oh, fuck me, you dirty Vikings!” shouted the woman on all fours. The man at her face groaned, releasing a torrent of semen, which squirted onto her forehead.

  I kissed Bram, driving my tongue into his mouth, while he fondled my breasts, weighing them and compressing the nipples between his fingers. This sent a buzz of pleasure through me, leaving me weak and tingling. His hand drifted lower, grazing my mound. My fingertips dug into his shoulders, massaging his heated skin.

  “Oh! No! Oh! God!” cried my sister, who sat upon Finn with his cock buried in her bottom, while Thorod drove into her pussy. The three of them were focused on one another, as the eyes of lusty invaders watched; some had lowered their trousers to stroke their penises. There were so many hardened shafts, that I felt a rush of excitement. The men outnumbered the women substantially.

  Another set of hands touched me. The newcomer wasn’t particularly attractive looking, but his eager eyes flashed, and a smile lifted his rosy cheeks. Bram didn’t seem to mind the intrusion; his finger was deep inside, rubbing against something extremely sensitive. I lay across an embroidered pillow, a pale goddess in a shrine of sex, with a cock inches from my mouth. Bram kissed my belly, leaving a series of moist patches.

  “Take my prick, you little whore,” rasped the man.

  I wanted to object…but I knew I wouldn’t. I licked him tentatively, tasting salt. “Hum…”

  After the Vikings left, my parents would have to send me to a nunnery, where I would atone for my sins. My sister and I were thoroughly ruined now…and nothing had ever felt so good. As I closed my lips around an angry looking cock, Bram’s tongue flicked over my clit, the feeling slinky and wet. I groaned low in my throat. He toyed around the edges of my labia, until sinking deep; the wetness of my arousal had made his hand slick and my thighs damp. I suckled the rounded tip aggressively, while the Viking groaned. His hands tangled in my hair, fingertips pressing into my scalp. Bram had withdrawn his finger, which was a shame. He grasped my hips, pulling me to my knees. I shuddered then, knowing I was going to have him inside of me. I anticipated the feeling, waiting to be filled completely. He prodded from behind, wetting himself in my juices.

  “This is going to be good,” he purred, driving deep with a single thrust. “Ahhh…yes…”

  The cock in my mouth slid to the back of my throat, choking me. The Viking gripped my head, forcing me to take the entire length. I gagged repeatedly, while Bram plunged vigorously, stoking the flames of desire. My sister’s screams filled the hall, as she shuddered with release, while two hungry cocks drove into her orifices. Something wet fell onto my back, and I glanced over my shoulder. A naked man stood with his feet apart no more than a foot away; his dripping cock was in his hands. He had spent himself watching us. Cold jizz now lay on my skin.

  Another man appeared before me, his penis hard and ready. I ate him, lapping around the distended tip. My jaw was beginning to ache, but this was hardly a concern, because Bram’s vigorous fucking had produced a swell of pleasure, which centered in my pussy. Each aggressive thrust had me clenching my sex, milking him, and bringing on the onset of a bliss so intense, that, when it hit me, I nearly bit into the cock in my mouth. I trembled, gasping for breath, while I convulsed with a hundred pleasurable pulses.

  “Oooohhh…” I lifted my bottom up and down, working Bram.

  “Oh, yeah! You little whore!” He stiffened, jetting semen deep into my honeyed recesses. Wetness oozed from me, while he plunged in and out, enjoying the dwindling dregs of his orgasm. The cock near my mouth exploded without warning. A thick, white dollop hit my forehead, forcing me to close my eyes. Instinctively, I held out my tongue waiting for more. He groaned, dripping a small measure of whitish residue in my mouth. The second cock suddenly burst, the tiny slit streaming creamy spunk. My face was wet, my hair was sticky, and droplets fell from my chin. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand.

  Bram slapped my ass. “You were wonderful, Charlotte.”

  I glanced around at the sea of cocks. All eyes were on me, watching, hungry, and eager. I would ce
rtainly be banished to a nunnery after the invasion. My husband had died on his pilgrimage. I knew it in my heart, although I didn’t want to admit it. This might be the only time in my life that I could live without the rules and dictates of society. For the moment, I was free to do as I wished.

  I gave up a silent prayer.

  Please. Please let the invasion last a long time, Father. Several months would be wonderful.

  The End

  A preview of Ann of the Apocalypse by Virginia Wade

  He entered the room, closing the door behind him. A click sounded, signifying the lock had been engaged. “How’s my little hellion?”

  “Fuck you.”

  “Must we be so hostile?”

  “Get me out of these chains.”

  “I will, but…I have to make sure you’re not wired for sound. The last pretty girl who strolled through here had tracking devices on her. They were embedded under the skin. Because of her, fifteen men died. That won’t happen again.”

  “Fine. So check me out, and let me go.”

  “Exactly.” He smiled slightly, and I got the feeling that this particular interrogation had nothing to do with tracking devices. “That blanket looks good on you.” His voice had taken on a husky tenor. “But, we won’t be needing it.”

  He snatched the end, exposing me entirely. Something flared in his look, heat, arousal, and an unnamed emotion. It dawned on me then that John Cross was a pervert. My illusions of the great and mighty freedom fighter had been thoroughly shattered. I should have stayed in the city. Ugh.

  “You have a lot of scars.” A finger traced the puckered purple slash on my shoulder. “What happened here?”

  “What do you think?”

  “Tell me.”