by Zoe Blake
As Jerrik held me aloft, each of them shouted over the other.
“…could have been killed.”
“Punished for…”
“….burned down the cabin.”
“Of all the imbecilic…”
“Punished…”
“Lied about…”
“Get the belt…”
“Punished…”
Out of the cacophony of bellows, exclamations and shouts…the only word I kept hearing over and over again was…punished.
Five
Where are you taking me?”
Magni stayed silent.
After the chaos of my kitchen disaster, Magni tossed a large fur over my shoulders and lifted me onto the back of his horse. With a curt nod to the other huntsmen, he set off into the woods.
Through the dark crooked branches of the trees, I could see the dying purple and orange flames of the sun as it set, casting the woods into shadow. Still we continued…deeper and deeper into the dark forest. The only sound was the crunching of the snow beneath the horse’s hooves.
Finally, the trees thinned, and we came upon a clearing.
I had never seen anything like it before in my life. Curls of steam rose above the crystal blue waters of a large pool. It was surrounded by massive ice-covered boulders.
“What is this place?” I asked in awe.
“A warm spring,” responded Magni curtly as he lowered me down from his horse. Despite the wet snow creeping through my wool socks, I could not resist stepping closer to the warm pool of water. Leaning over a boulder, I gazed down into its depths. The water was so clean and clear you could see straight down to the bottom. Expecting to see mud and sediment, I was surprised to see nothing but smooth rock. It was if the entire pool had been carved out of the very rock which protected it.
“All right, lass, take off your clothes.”
I swung back to face Magni. The shirt Dagr had given me earlier was now grimy with black soot, but something was better than nothing.
“If I have to ask one more time, I will take that belt from around your waist and put it to good use.”
Knowing full well he would make good on his threat, I reluctantly pulled at the belt buckle which secured the voluminous folds of the shirt around my small waist. Letting it fall to the ground, I started to play with the buttons down the front. Magni’s sigh of frustration was my only warning before he marched up to me and swept the shirt over my head. With a cry, I bent my knees as I curled my body forward trying to protect myself both from the cold and his even colder gaze.
“Into the pool,” he demanded.
I gingerly stepped up to a small space between the boulders. Slipping off my now wet stockings, I placed a foot in the water, testing it. It felt wonderfully warm. Cooler than bathwater but still pleasant. Forgetting my modestly, I eagerly stepped further into the warm spring until I could feel the soothing water lap at my shoulders.
So lost in the blissful moment, I forgot about Magni’s presence till I heard a splash behind me.
Turning, I saw his naked form as he walked toward me. The water made his progress slow and exaggerated. I could see his body through the clear blue water…I could see all of him.
Good god. His member jutted out large and thick.
With a start, I tried to swim backwards, away from his threatening approach.
Magni grabbed my flailing legs and pulled me back, pressing my back against his front. I could feel the press of his cock against my skin. His body was warmer than the water which surrounded us.
I winced as my neck was forced back by his grip on my hair.
“You were a very bad girl today.”
“I didn’t do it on purpose,” I pleaded.
“You put yourself in danger by lying to us. You should have told us you had no talent in the kitchen, lass. The whole damn cabin could have burned down around your ears.”
“I know! I know. I’m sorry.”
“You will be. Lying to us is not acceptable. I’m going to teach that pretty mouth of yours a lesson.”
Magni turned me to face him. Grabbing my chin, he caressed my lower lip.
“You’re going to open these sweet lips of yours and swallow my cock.”
Shaking my head no, I tried to move out of his grasp.
Gripping me by the shoulders, he pulled me forward till my breasts were crushed against his hard chest.
“No is not an option.”
Using his grip on my shoulders, he forced me beneath the water. Without thinking, I opened my mouth to scream as my legs kicked and flailed.
Magni wrenched me above the surface. Sputtering water, my hair in my eyes, I opened my mouth to suck in a ragged, desperate breath. He forced me under again.
As I struggled against his grip, his cock brushed my cheek. Bracing my hands against his thighs, I tried to push off from him. His grip loosened on my shoulders. I swiveled my body and tried to kick off with my legs to swim to safety on the other side of the pool, but there was no escape.
Magni fisted his hand in my long, black hair and pulled me back to the surface by my own locks.
I screamed with all my might. The only response I heard was the echo of my own cries as they bounced off the surrounding rocks.
“Struggle all you want, but you will suck my cock.”
I twisted and turned, my hands clawing at his wrist, trying to dislodge his grip on my hair.
Once again, he forced me beneath the water, this time quickly raising me to the surface. I was only given a moment to suck in one desperate gulp of air before I was forced under again.
With his grip on my hair, he forced my head between his legs. Knowing I had no choice, I opened my mouth and felt the warm length of his cock slip between my lips. I choked as water slipped down my throat. His only response was to force my head forward, impaling my mouth on his shaft.
My lungs started to seize. They felt like they were on fire. Instinctively, I knew he would not allow me to surface unless I did as I was told. Desperately, I moved my mouth up and down his hard length like I thought he wanted as his hand guided my head forward and back.
I felt a harsh tug on my hair as he pulled me to the surface. My arms splashed wildly about as I coughed and sputtered.
“This time, I won’t let you up to breathe until you take it to the hilt. I want to feel the back of your throat tighten around the head of my cock,” he growled.
“No!” I cried out. I was only able to grab a quick gasp of air before I was forced under the water again. I could see the dark curls of hair on his chest before I was once again forced in front of his jutting cock.
My legs floated out behind me as I grabbed onto his hips for purchase. Opening my mouth, I tried to force myself onto his cock. The thick weight pressed against my tongue. My shoulders shuddered as I suppressed the urge to gag. My jaw ached. As air escaped through my nose, the bubbles tickled my face. I could feel my hair as it floated about my shoulders, brushing my cheeks.
Still I pressed on.
Using my grip on his hips, I pulled forward. My body floated toward his. I forced his cock deep, but I couldn’t take it. My stomach clenched. I started to gag as his shaft pressed against the back of my throat. The bottom of my tongue was scraped raw by the sharp edge of my teeth. In a panic, I tried to push off.
Magni placed his hand against the back of my head and pushed me the final few inches. I tried to scream around his cock, the sound only a few futile bubbles escaping the corners of my mouth. I could feel his shaft as it lodged down my throat column. His hips moved forward as my nose was crushed against his stomach.
Desperately, I started to kick and punch.
I was out of breath. My chest constricted.
In the last moment, Magni relented. Gripping my hair, he brought me to the surface. I clung to his shoulders as I sucked in air.
“Swallow it.”
Was all I heard before I was once again surrounded by the eerie silence under water. I couldn’t even hear my own scr
eams. With a sob, I opened my lips and felt the hard length of his cock force its way into my mouth. Magni began to thrust his hips as I was forced to accept him deep down my throat.
After several thrusts, I was allowed to rise to the surface on my own.
The icy cold air tore at my sore throat as I heaved and sputtered.
His strong hands landed on my shoulders. This time instead of forcing me under the water, he spun me around till my back was facing him.
His hands moved down my body before gripping my thighs just above the knees. Pulling up, he forced my feet out from under me. My body pitched forward. My arms flailed, splashing against the surface as I struggled to keep my head above the water. He pulled back on my legs till I could feel his hips between my thighs. My furious kicks did nothing to dislodge his skillful grip. I could feel the hard push of his cock along the seam of my ass.
My struggle intensified but with my legs forced to straddle his hips, I could not kick out. My body dipped below the surface of the water.
Once again, I felt his fist in my hair as his cock pushed against my still sore cunny. My body was floating straight out in front of his own. I could feel his free hand span my hip to steady me before his heavy cock thrust forward.
My scream was a cascade of bubbles as my arms struck and thrashed at the water.
My body burned as it struggled to accept the width of his cock. It felt like he was tearing me in two.
My head stung as he wrenched me above the water by my hair. My body bowed backwards. As I sucked in a needed breath, the position forced my hips back, pushing his cock further inside of me.
He lowered me beneath the crystal blue surface again.
I no longer had the energy to struggle.
I gave in to the power of his grip.
My body floated free.
He began to fiercely pound into me, stretching my tight inner passage.
Then something shifted…changed.
The heavy, languid feeling of floating, of having my senses muted by the water allowed me to truly experience every sensation. I could feel the rhythmic pace of his thrusts. His fingers as they dug into my flesh. The caress of the water against my skin.
My body started to respond as my mind began to lose its grip on reality. I felt lightheaded…dizzy and unfocused.
Still he thrust.
I opened my mouth as if to breathe but only experienced the slightly metallic taste of the mountain spring water.
The pain twisted and spun into pleasure as I felt dominated, overwhelmed. Magni controlled everything…the very breath in my body. The pressure began to build. I could feel it everywhere. In my lungs, between my legs. There was a rushing pounding sound echoing in my ears which matched his thrusting cock. Everywhere there was pressure.
To find a release.
To breathe.
The very moment I felt as though death was upon me, Magni raised my body out of the water with a roar. His arm slashed across my front, holding me upright against his chest. My knees squeezed tightly into his sides. The pressure of my own weight forced my body down his shaft, fully impaling me on his cock.
The pleasure of air rushing into my body violently collided with the bliss of my release.
I wasn’t sure how long we remained intertwined within each other’s arms, but reality sank in when Magni wrapped my shaking body with fur as he held me close. It was not the cold air which caused me to shiver. I was struck dumb by the intensity of the experience. With my mind unable to cope or form the words for what had just happened, all the energy, all the anger, all the passion and fear left my body quivering in awareness.
Exhausted, the gentle rocking of his horse lulled me to sleep in his arms as he took me back to the cabin.
Six
We have to go to town to sell the furs,” Tore announced. “And to pick up some fresh provisions.”
“We also have the dry meat that will sell,” Dagr added.
I stood silently near the fire, acting as if I wasn’t paying close attention to what the men were discussing, even though a surge of hope almost made my knees go weak. Would they go to town without me? Leave me behind again? I knew the nearest town was far enough away, and that them being gone could give me the perfect opportunity to finally plan and execute my escape. Sufficient time had passed that my feet had healed enough that I felt confident that I could run again.
My heart fell when I heard Freyr say, “You all go to town to do that. My brother and I will remain back and watch over Snow.”
“Yes, we’ll stay,” Steen agreed, kicking off his boots as he leaned back in the large wooden chair by the kitchen table.
There would be no way for escape if I had the twins watching over me. No way at all. Defeat darkened the small spark of light that had been present for the quick moment.
Taking hold of a rag, I began wiping down the surfaces around the kitchen, trying to not show my emotions or the fact that I was trying to come up with a million ways to flee during this small window of opportunity the huntsmen going into town afforded me.
There had to be a way.
I nodded politely in silent goodbye as the huntsmen—other than Freyr and Steen—set out to leave, wondering if it would be the last time I would see any of them again.
When the door finally closed, I heard Freyr say, “I’m sleepy. I’m going to go rest for a bit.”
I turned with hope in my heart to see Steen nod with a roll of his eyes. “You go ahead, you lazy arse. I’m going to go collect some firewood. Someone better do the work around this place.”
I walked over to the broom propped up in the corner, hoping that I appeared to be simply lost in my chores rather than masterminding my escape. If either of them grew suspicious, I knew I would lose what could be my one and only chance at finally breaking away from my cage guarded by these wolves.
Luckily, it appeared as if both brothers had no idea of the plans running through my head because Freyr stood and walked to his bedroom while Steen exited the house with an ax in his hands. The minute the door closed, I jumped into action. I knew I didn’t have long. Running to the front door, I reached for a pair of leather boots that belonged to one of the huntsmen and put them on my bare feet. They were far too big but would be better than attempting to run through the woods barefoot again. The borrowed shirt I wore wouldn’t be enough to keep me warm, so I grabbed a fur and threw it over my shoulders. It was heavy, oversized, and smelled musty, but it would certainly keep me warm in the woods. I paused for a moment and considered grabbing a satchel of food, but worried that Freyr would decide against taking a nap, or Steen would come back having forgotten something. There was no time to pack, and I would just have to hope I could find food or even some kind villager who would assist me.
Opening the door, my heart beat hard against my chest.
This was my chance. My only chance.
Run. Run fast.
Charging forward with all my courage helping give me the strength, I ran straight into a stone wall.
Or what felt like a stone wall.
Looking up into the eyes of a furious Steen, I gasped in surprise.
“What are you doing?” He looked down at the oversized boots, then the fur, and then into my wide eyes. “Were you trying to run away again?”
“No, I…I needed to…”
“Don’t lie to me,” he boomed.
Rather than trying to come up with a futile excuse, I bolted to the right and ran as fast as the ill-fitting boots would allow me to. Maybe Steen wouldn’t chase me. Maybe he would allow me to go and just pretend he didn’t see me in the first place. Maybe—
No.
Steen took hold of the nape of my neck and forcibly pulled me back against his chest mid-run. My body snapped back, and had it not been for his thick arms holding onto me, I surely would have fallen to the muddy ground.
“Fool,” he hissed as he dragged me into the house. “Such a fool you are.” He almost sounded sorry for me as he said the last sentence. “Frey
r!” he called out as we crossed the threshold. “Freyr, get out here.”
As if disturbing the grizzly bear from hibernation, Freyr emerged from his room with a furrowed brow and clenched jaw. “This better be important,” he said as he walked down the stairs. The sight of the fur on me, as well as the borrowed boots revealed the story of what would soon be the reason for my demise before Steen even needed to say the words.
“I caught her trying to flee,” Steen informed as he pushed me fully into the house.
Freyr didn’t need to yell or bellow out his fury. His eyes revealed it all. “Take her to my room. Now! It’s high time we teach this runaway a lesson to assure she never does something like this again.”
“I’m sorry,” I blurted. “I truly am. There will be no need to teach me anything. You are right. I shouldn’t have tried to escape again. I don’t know what got into me.”
“Take her to my room,” Freyr repeated as he ran the palm of his hand over his face, rubbing away any last bit of sleep from his features. “There’s rope under my bed. Tie her up.”
As Steen took hold of my arm to do as his brother asked, I tried to pull away. “You don’t need to do that.”
“Come on,” Steen said as he pulled me toward Freyr’s lair. “You did this to yourself.”
When we crossed the threshold of the room, I spun on my heels to look at him. “Please, Steen. I know I shouldn’t have tried to escape. But it’s not like I really did. You caught me before I even had a chance.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“I understand you are angry, and I understand that Freyr feels he needs to punish me for my act. But please, you don’t need to tie me. I’ll remain in this room and do as both of you ask. I swear it. Just don’t tie me up.” The thought of being confined like an animal scared me more than what impending doom was to come from Freyr’s hand.
Steen took a moment to contemplate my words, and then took hold of the fur on my shoulders, at the same time signaling for me to remove my boots, which I did quickly. “Fine,” he said. “But if you try running again, you will have more than just my brother to answer to. I don’t like having my kindness taken advantage of. You may not think I’m a smart man but—”
