Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
In an instant, my shift was pushed up, and I was bent over the table. Plates and cups clattered to the floor as a burly warrior thrust into me from behind. The other men cheered and laughed, calling out lewd encouragement. To my shame, I heard my own voice joining their cries, begging for more.
The fantasy blurred and shifted again. Now I was in a small hut, lying on a bed of furs. A group of women surrounded me, their hands gentle as they bathed my swollen belly with warm cloths. I looked down in wonder at my rounded stomach, feeling the strong kicks of the child growing within me. A warrior’s child. My master’s heir.
CHAPTER 6
Mary
I heard Sven’s voice ring out again. Erik buried himself inside me with a final thrust, and then withdrew. It only seemed another moment before I had a different rigid penis, a third one, in my little fisse. I could feel myself getting sore. I realized I wouldn’t walk comfortably when my master loosed my bonds and let me up from the bench where he had made a woman of me, but that idea only made me cry out anew, and come again, under Henrik’s huge manhood.
As the night wore on, my whole body began to ache from the relentless fucking. Each Viking warrior took his turn with me, using my ravaged body for his pleasure. The growing sense that Sven had been right about me, that somehow—alongside the abject humiliation it stirred in me—I needed this, warred against the shame of having lost my virginity in this shameful way.
Six men, well-endowed and brutal in their ‘lovemaking’—if I could even call it that. My professor, the forbidden fruit of my sophomore fantasies. Five of his hulking, rough friends, men I had never met. All of them turning the tender moment of my defloration into a forceful gangbang where I had just become a woman alongside five other girls. All of us made to pledge our complete sexual service to our terrifying, lustful masters. I should have felt used, violated, but instead, I found that part of me shamelessly reveled in the attention.
With each new penetration, my embarrassment seemed to lessen, and a strange sense of… of belonging to increase. Belonging to Sven, and his brothers—and belonging to something bigger than myself. These men were my masters now, and it was my duty to please them. I was their thrall, theirs to do with as they willed. The very thought sent a shiver down my spine and made me wetter than ever.
Finally, Sven’s turn in my pussy came round again. His blond head appeared above me as he positioned himself behind me. “Mary,” he whispered in my ear, his voice a soothing balm to my senses, “this time will be different.”
He entered me slowly, his cock sliding in with ease thanks to the generous lubrication provided by his brothers. But this time, there was no pounding or roughness. Instead, he moved in and out with a tenderness I never thought possible from such a large man. His hands caressed my breasts gently, thumbs flicking my nipples to hard points.
“Oh… God…” I moaned loudly as he hit an especially sensitive spot deep inside me. My back arched involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. The pain of taking his enormous manhood seemed only to build my need higher.
“That’s it,” Sven murmured in my ear, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Feel how well we fit together.”
I closed my eyes, lost in the terribly ambiguous sensations whirling inside my body. I sobbed at even these gentle thrusts, unable to discover how Sven’s cock could feel so good inside me, so right, and yet could hurt so much. Each slow stroke was a painful, ecstatic declaration of ownership, a reminder that I belonged to him now, and only him. I would take what he gave me, even when he had to punish me. He would choose where to put his hard penis, when to whip me, spank me, fuck me.
I cried out as a final orgasm shook me, and I felt Sven go still as his hardness pulsed out his seed. His hands tightened on my waist, and he shouted in his pleasure. As if they had waited for their leader, I heard the triumphant cries of the other Sons of Odin, mingled with the moans and sobs of the girls they had taken as bed thralls.
My face burned like the sun, and yet the warmth in my chest represented a very different sort of response. A man had just come in my no-longer-virgin pussy. My fisse belonged to him, and he, my Herra, would plant a baby in me if he wished and the gods allowed the seed to blossom.
I felt Sven’s cock twitch inside me one final time before he slowly withdrew. The loss of his presence left me feeling strangely empty, and I whimpered softly at the sensation. My entire body ached, muscles I didn’t even know I had protesting from the hours of vigorous use.