Nordic Bound

by Henry Morgan

  On the fourth stroke Teena released a partially stifled yelp, which alarmed her sister. Mishka knew that any noise during punishment would be greeted with further strokes. She looked at David. He was propped against the cabin wall, surrounded by furs and holding a horn full of freezing vodka. He had not heard Teena’s yelp because his mind was full of the delights in front of him. He was submerged in a visual frenzy that blocked out his other senses.

  Hastily, Mishka reached for a dried strip of leather and offered it to Teena, who took it in her mouth and bit hard, and as each ferocious lash criss-crossed her white skin she bit harder, until Mishka had administered the twelfth stroke and was allowed to rest.

  ‘Fire,’ said David.

  The panting girl gathered logs and added them to the glowing embers. The dry wood caught immediately and spat burning sparks as if in temper. Light began to fill the room and David motioned for Mishka to remove the half-used candle from her sister’s cunt and take her down. Teena’s relief was obvious, but she still recognised her duty. On all fours she crawled across to David and took his swollen member into her mouth. David appreciated the gesture but forced the girl down onto her stomach and called out for the soothing balm.

  Mishka brought it immediately. It was a special unguent composed from spermaceti and various lichens. David had been taught how to make it when he lived with a breakaway tribe of Komi who had settled on the island of Ostrov Golguyev, where they eked out a living fishing the Arctic waters. The group had left their original village when the timber forest started to suffer from acid rain. Now they landed their catch at Murmansk, where they had left David to continue his search for a safe hiding place.

  The ointment turned out to be almost a cure all that remedied everything from frostbite to the weals of a fresh lashing. It was the latter it was needed for now.

  As Mishka massaged the cooling balm into her sister’s back David positioned her on her hands and knees and ran his penis deep inside her open sex. The girl took it without murmur and continued her ministrations to her sister. When she finished with the balm Mishka took up a ball of moss and worked it into a square about the size of a handkerchief, which she placed on Teena’s back. The girl sighed with relief and fell into a deep sleep, oblivious to the fucking her sister was being given by their master.

  Near to exhaustion from his efforts David came deep inside the girl and dropped onto the furs beside Teena. Before Mishka could take her place on the other side of him she first stoked the fire with fresh logs. As a flurry of sparks ascended and vanished through the smoke escape she snuggled alongside the man who owned her. Owned her and her sister. He was hard, yes. But he was fair, and a good strong man who could survive well in the harsh climate around the lake.

  Mishka took up her place and David cupped a breast from each girl. There was a long journey ahead of them in the morning and all three were tired. David considered putting the trip off, but it was the Festival of the North at Murmansk, and it started in two days. He needed to trade and he also wanted to enjoy himself, and smiled with anticipation of Murmansk and the nightlife it offered. His firm grip on the girls’ breasts disturbed them; both fidgeted and grumbled, but neither woke up. His head reclined upon the pelt of an Arctic fox and his gaze turned to the spiralling smoke. It turned and twisted and made its way to the black hole in the roof and disappeared. David screwed his eyes shut tight and opened them again. The smoke was still there, like the smoke from the stack of the Piroshka that had curled skywards over those three long nights on the North Sea. He had watched it vanish on the cold winds when Sabrina was exercising him on the deck, and he thought that like the smoke he had vanished too.

  A log slipped in the fire sending a million sparks into the air like the stars that peppered the northern skies. David’s eyelids drooped and he remembered how heavy his legs had felt onboard that vessel. Slowly he leant across Mishka and picked up his horn. In one swill he finished off the rest of the vodka and slumped back to wait for sleep, and the inevitable dreams that would accompany it.

  The chirpy tring! of the galley phone was followed by a loud message from the bridge.

  ‘All clear on deck.’

  The sound of Justin’s voice both sickened and angered David, but revenge or escape, for the moment at least, was out of the question.

  Sabrina replaced the handset and motioned at David with a long sjambok whip. He rose from his place on the galley floor and stood upright. Sabrina admired his naked body and took great pleasure in the power she wielded over him. He was handcuffed, hobbled and gagged – and he was tethered to the galley stove by a chain connected to the ring through his scrotum. He surveyed the whip. It was the one his friend from South Africa had given him, and it had been his favourite for training the girls back at Camelot, his own training school in Cornwall. He had used it on the taut brown bottom of Sabrina, and now the Pakistani girl was using it on him.

  ‘Against the wall and turn around,’ she ordered.

  David did as he was told. There was no point in dissent; they were in the middle of the sea, he was shackled and no one knew they were out there.

  Sabrina admired his firm buttocks and tapped them playfully with the tip of the whip. ‘Time for your walk,’ she told him, then released his chain and tugged him in the direction of the door. The moment it opened an icy blast engulfed his naked body, inducing goosebumps to pimple his skin, and his reluctance to venture on deck was overcome by a swift stripe of the whip. David stepped gingerly out and immediately felt sea water wash around his toes. He moved out to the middle of the deck and stopped while Sabrina fumbled between his legs to unclip the chain from the guiche ring.

  ‘On you go,’ she commanded. ‘I want forty circuits.’

  David began to jog as best he could around the deck of the lugger, with fear as a close companion. His hobbled legs lost their footing several times as the boat pitched and yawed on the black and troubled sea. Several waves hit the side of the small vessel and broke over the deck, drenching him in freezing salty spray. All it would take was one big breaker and he would be gone, over the side. With his hands and legs shackled he would go under in seconds, food for the cod.

  ‘I want you fit and healthy for when we land,’ shouted Sabrina, above the roar of the water. Then she laughed out loud. ‘Remember that? Remember telling all those girls how it was their duty to keep a perfect body for their masters? Now it’s your turn.’

  She lashed out with the whip, catching his freezing flesh just above his left thigh. The cold accentuated the sting and David threw back his head in anguish. Then, through salty, stinging eyes, his gaze caught sight of a figure hanging above the prow. Another wave crashed over him, catching his breath and chilling him further. For a moment the spray abated and David saw it again, swinging violently, it moving one way while the ship went the other.

  Crack! Sabrina laid the whip on him again and he was forced to jog. The next time around the deck there was a gap in the waves and David saw it more clearly. A cage, attached to some rigging, and inside it shivered a naked female. For a moment David thought he heard her screaming, but a mountain of water rose up like a gloved hand and slapped away any sound. There was no mistake in what he had seen, though. There, a few feet above the watery abyss Justin and Sabrina had locked a naked female in some sort of elaborate birdcage. As the Piroshka rolled back she appeared high in the sky, her body illuminated by the eerie glow of the navigation lights, and when the boat dipped her swinging cage came and went out of view, perilously close to the clutches of the sea.

  Now he had a fix on her he listened for her screams, but they did not come. The boiling sea drowned out all noise except for its own fearful crash, and David wondered if it would be long before it drowned them all.

  A stroke from Sabrina’s whip reminded him to continue his jogging, while another wave reached over the deck and grabbed the boat in its watery grip. This time it deposited dozens of herring onto t
he Piroshka, leaving the confused fish to flap helplessly on the teak decking.

  ‘Get him inside, it’s too rough!’ Justin had left the wheelhouse and shouted at full voice over the wind and spray.

  ‘What about the bitch?’

  Justin picked up a long billhook and motioned to the galley. ‘I’ll get her. Get him in before we all go over.’

  Sabrina laid a savage stroke across David’s legs and pointed with the whip, and David acknowledged her and hobbled urgently towards the dry and warm galley. When Sabrina entered he was already in the required position; as taught, he had pushed his penis and balls down until they faced backwards beneath his bottom, then held them in place by squeezing his thighs together. Finally, he had to touch his toes. Sabrina insisted on this because it was easy to reattach the chain to his guiche ring. Once again the girl held him by the leash.

  ‘Over the table,’ she ordered. ‘You didn’t finish your circuits, so now you must face the punishment.’

  The anger positively bubbled in David’s veins, but he was forced to accept the humiliating beating.

  Sabrina was still administering it when Justin entered with the girl. ‘Put her over the table, next to him,’ she snapped. ‘I’ll do the two of them together.’

  The girl, who looked about nineteen, was forced down alongside David, their bodies touching. She was not screaming or even crying, such was her relief to be away from the cage. The two prisoners looked at each other with empty expressions, and neither flinched when the sjambok came slicing down.

  ‘One stroke does two arses,’ laughed Sabrina. ‘How’s that for energy saving?’

  ‘It’s life saving we’ll need if this weather gets any worse,’ said Justin. ‘I’ll get on the radio and find out the forecast.’

  ‘Wait!’ She brought two more strokes down upon the naked pair. ‘I’ve finished with these two. Chain them up first and I’ll get out of these oilskins and prepare some food.’

  Justin took the girl into the connecting saloon and strapped her face down over a low table. Then he returned and tugged on David’s chain, led him through and tethered him on top of the girl, creating a pornographic sculpture. Satisfied that all was secure, he left to use the radio.

  When he returned the saloon looked cosy and warm. A gas fuelled burner designed like a wood burning stove was pumping heat into the compact cabin and a captain’s decanter full of ruby port sparkled on the table. Two large steaks, studded with pepper and steeped in sauce, lay invitingly, on either side of the captives. With the surrounding wood panelling it all looked more like a house in the countryside rather than a boat on the North Sea. It was the solid, reinforced portholes that gave it away. That and the not so gentle swell that continually lifted and dropped the vessel upon the waves.

  ‘Would you rather eat on the galley table?’ Sabrina asked.

  ‘This is fine,’ he said. ‘I like the ornaments in here.’ He dropped onto a sofa that stretched the length of the cabin wall and Sabrina handed him his dinner.

  ‘How’s the weather forecast?’ she asked.

  ‘We’ve seen the worse of it. By tomorrow it’ll of cleared up.’

  ‘Thank God for that,’ Sabrina sighed. ‘At least I can eat my meal without bringing it back up.’

  Justin poured them both a drink. ‘You can relax for the rest of the night.’

  ‘Good.’ She jabbed her fork firmly into David’s buttocks. ‘Then you and the bitch can entertain us,’ she said to him.

  ‘What about food for them?’

  Sabrina smiled and ran her knife slowly along David’s back. ‘Like I just said, they’re going to have to sing for theirs. Sing or fuck. Sing and fuck, perhaps. Maybe sing and lick. I’ll see how I feel.’

  Her meal finished, Sabrina stood in front of the stove and began undressing. Despite the waterproofs she had been wearing her jeans were quite damp. She wasn’t cold because the cabin was getting hot, but then she wasn’t taking her clothes off for that reason.

  It was impossible for David to see what was going on because he had been strapped to the girl with his head facing the opposite way. Nonetheless, he could hear the conversation and knew it wouldn’t be long before he was called upon to perform, and the girl beneath him, who was able to see Justin releasing his trousers, had realised that the same applied to her.

  Once down to her bra and panties, Sabrina collected a peaked black sailor’s cap from a hook. She put it on along with a pair of black high-heeled shoes. Justin noticed the tiny strap of black lacy material that constituted her knickers.

  ‘Not exactly the gear for the North Sea, are they?’ he joked.

  Sabrina pulled down her knickers and tossed them on the table. ‘It’s the idea of them that keeps me warm,’ she replied, ‘not the size of them.’ She sat back down and yanked on David’s chain, making him wince at the pain. ‘Anyway,’ she continued. ‘It makes it easier to get them down when I want my sex licked.’ She leant forward and released the buckles holding David to the table, then pulled once more on the chain, forcing him to turn around on his knees. ‘So he better get on with it.’ With that she placed a polished shoe behind his neck and pulled him forward. David toppled over, his face falling within an inch of Sabrina’s labia. He knew the routine and began lapping at her moist opening straight away.

  ‘Pass my drink Justin,’ she said nonchalantly. ‘David’s busy.’

  It was now Sabrina’s turn to observe Justin getting undressed. A sight she enjoyed as she sipped her drink and delighted in the expert tongue of her slave. Justin released the bitch, as Sabrina liked to call her, and sat opposite his partner. The timid girl noticed his erect penis and shuffled across on all fours, before stopping in front of him. He flashed a smile of ersatz sympathy and patted her head gently.

  ‘What’s the name of that place you’re from?’ he asked.

  ‘Brynfelinfach,’ she replied.

  ‘And where’s that?’ Justin knew by her accent where it was, but he was enjoying watching her desperate fight to control her fear as he teased her.

  ‘South Wales.’

  ‘And you went all that way from Brynfel-whatever to the big pop festival on your own? You must be a brave girl.’

  She said nothing, but he continued. ‘Though I know you’re not a good girl. Accepting lifts from strangers, telling them all your business. That’s silly, isn’t it?’ She nodded nervously as Justin pressed on. ‘And I know you’ve been familiar with men, haven’t you?’ She nodded once more.

  ‘Do you know how I know that?’ This time he spoke to Sabrina, who was enjoying David’s ministrations so much that all she could manage was a shake of her head, so Justin continued to stroke the girl’s hair as he answered his own question. ‘Because I’ve tried her out. Haven’t I?’

  The girl nodded as he continued.

  ‘And how did I know?’

  ‘Because I wasn’t very tight,’ she whispered.

  ‘Sorry, I can’t hear you.’

  ‘Because I wasn’t very tight,’ she replied again, louder.

  ‘What wasn’t?’

  ‘My cunt.’

  ‘Your what?’

  ‘My cunt?’

  Justin continued to play with the young girl’s fears, arousing himself further as he did so. ‘And why was that?’ he asked. ‘Why was your cunt not nice and tight?’

  She knew better than to refuse an answer. ‘Because I had sex that morning before I left the campsite.’

  ‘Because you had sex,’ he repeated. ‘With anyone in particular? Do you know his name for instance, how old he was? Was he tall, short, fat?’

  ‘I can’t remember.’

  Justin looked at Sabrina in mock surprise. ‘She can’t remember, she says. I reckon she’s a bit of a slut. It’s just as well Carl didn’t order a virgin, because two seconds with his cock up her and he’d have known she’s had more pricks
than a porcupine at a gang bang.’

  Sabrina smiled and sighed. ‘Well give her another one. One more won’t matter.’

  David held out his hard penis. ‘You heard the lady,’ he said, and a moment later the girl took his full length into her mouth and began to suck and lick. As she started her work David’s flickering tongue was finishing his by bringing Sabrina to a shuddering orgasm, but despite her release she kept him in position, though she indicated for him to apply a lighter pressure to her sensitive clitoris.

  As the two captors reclined in their respective chairs the sea appeared also spent. The earlier crash of the waves had died away, although the heaving swell remained. In its place a strange calm overtook the boat. Justin was having his cock sucked, and Sabrina was still coming down from her orgasm, and the quiet was broken by the strange ephemeral song of a whale somewhere out in the deep. When it passed Sabrina spoke.

  ‘What about the watch?’

  ‘The electronics and the computers will take care of it,’ Justin told her. ‘We’ve plenty of time to relax.’

  Sabrina stretched out her foot and jabbed a toe in the other girl’s sex. When she withdrew it the digit was covered in a slippery film. ‘What are you doing to the bitch?’ she said. ‘She’s soaking.’

  Justin smiled. ‘She’s been well trained.’

  ‘And well used by the look of it.’ She pushed David away and pointed to the girl. ‘Open her up.’

  David turned to the girl who was still crouched over Justin’s lap, reached out and eased open her vagina for Sabrina to examine.

  ‘Finger her,’ she ordered.

  David did as he was told. First with two fingers, then three and four.

  ‘That’s better,’ Sabrina purred. ‘Loosen her up.’ She turned to Justin. ‘Do you want to fuck her first?’