Rape

A week previously, Sara had been living a quiet, if not terribly exciting, life in a village on the northern coast of Scotland. Now, though, she was in a small room below the deck of a Viking boat, with eleven others from her village, having been taken as booty after a raid. Her hands, like those of the rest, were tied behind her back, bound loosely to the wall by a chain. Except for that, she figured she’d been treated not too badly. They’d not been hurt, and they’d been fed. Could’ve been worse.

As the sun, visible through the small cracks in the deck above, set once again, late at night, here in the summer, two of the Vikings entered the room. She’d seen a lot of them, since they were the ones who, it seemed, had been ordered to take care of the girls. They scared the hell out of Sara. One of them was a giant, with arms were as big around as Sara’s legs. He had a long, blonde, scraggly beard, several scars, and a number of fresh wounds. Her brother, she remembered, had gotten a couple good swings in with his sword before being felled, right before her eyes. The other guy was big, by any ordinary standards, though he didn’t seem so next to the first guy.

This particular visit was unusual. They’d never been down this late, and all the girls were stirring. They looked all of the girls over, and then dragged two of them, Mona and Shelly, up onto the deck. The door closed behind them when they left, with a thud. Hours passed. The sun rose. Breakfast arrived. Lunch. Still the girls didn’t return. Many of girls had started crying. She did, too, when the giant told them, as he served their dinner, not to worry. Their turns too would come.

Sara couldn’t sleep that night. But she finally passed out, exhausted from worry. But she was awakened by a noise coming from right next to her. Opening her eyes, slowly, in the dim light, she saw the two girls to her left, lying on their backs. She couldn’t make out at first what they were doing, but the noises they were making were familiar enough. As her eyes finally adjusted, she could begin to see that their legs were stretched out towards each other. Their feet were in each other’s crotches. They were masturbating each other! How they could possibly be doing that, at this time, Sara couldn’t quite imagine, but it didn’t matter for very long what she could imagine, because the girl nearest her, Susanna, she noticed, had just started to cum violently. That, or a previous version of that, she quickly realized, was what had awakened her. Tara was pretty clearly well on her way, too, and Sara was starting to feel left out.

Horniness seemed totally inappropriate right then, with Mona and Shelly missing, and the ten of them left awaiting the same fate. But whatever. Just how appropriate or inappropriate it might be, Sara was about as horny right now as she could ever remember being. And a memory from long ago came back to her. She pulled her up underneath her body, so her pussy was resting on her heel, and she begin to rock back and forth, slowly, till watching the two girls, as Susanna a toe into Tara’s cunt and put her other foot up along her labia, with the big toe from that foot making firm contact with Tara’s clit. She jumped.

The next morning, two more girls were taken out of the room. And in the afternoon, Sara herself, and Susanna, were taken up. They were led roughly up the steps and out into a throng of men: burly, large, rough men. They were led to the center of the boat, to the main mast, and tied to it on either side. Sara’s back was up against the mast, her hands again tied behind her, but now tied, not to her own hands, but to Susanna’s.

The two men who’d been watching them, caring for them, pulled knives from the sheaths at their sides and proceeded to cut their clothing from their bodies, leaving them completely naked, much, it seemed, to the delight of the assembled crowd. Thirty, forty, fifty Vikings were staring at them, laughing at their feeble attempts to cover themselves, by crossing their legs, or turning away. One of them, whom Sara recognized from the raid, approached her and began touching her body. It was not a soft touch, certainly not a caress. He was squeezing her legs, pressing her stomach, as if he were examining a piece of fruit for ripeness. Man after man followed him, all of them acting essentially the same way. Until the big, burly guy who had tied her to the post in the first place approached again and started touching her in a way very different from how the others had touched her. He, it seemed to her, really was caressing her, lightly stroking her legs. She could see it in his eyes. And then he was gone. And so were the others.

Sara assumed Susanna had endured something similar. She was able to confirm that, once they two of them were left there for a moment alone. But soon enough, the men were back, and what can only be described as an auction began. Susanna was the first, and the competition was quite fierce. Sara couldn’t quite see what was going on, but she could hear whoops and hollers, once the price was set and Susanna had been sold to one of the men. She could hear him approach, hear Susanna screaming “No!” as she was untied and carried away. And then the auction began again. This time, the competition was really fierce, and Sara felt an odd sort of disgusted pride as two of the men, the burly guy and another, who seemed to be even larger, started raising each other’s stakes, over and over again. The crowd were pushing them, and there even seemed to be some side bets on who would win. It was the burly guy who won the right to Sara. Thank God.

He approached. Slowly. Strangely. Sara wasn’t at all sure what she saw in his eyes. Nor was she sure what she was feeling herself. Pride and disgust were now joined by fright and lust, and Sara could feel herself lubricate as Burly dropped his pants in front of her. The men started hollering again, and as Sara realized what was about to happen, she shouted at Burly, even as she stared at his enormous cock. Long, yes, but thick. Huge, like the rest of him. And she could tell he was very, very ready: a drop of pre-come glistened at the tip.

He wrapped his arms around her, and around the mast behind her, and it was as if he were holding her. And then he whispered in your ear, “I’m sorry. I have to,” as he entered her forcefully, lifting her up off her, holding her ass in his hands. Her young cunt was stretched tight around him and she felt him filling her, as he began thrusting hard and fast in and out of her, bouncing her up and down on the mast-sized piece of flesh he had for a cock. Filled beyond imagining, Sara’s lust now consumed her you, too, and the shouts of the men only made her more excited, as the pride mixed with her lust once again. She wrapped her around Burly as he fucked her against the mast. She bucked back against him and felt his huge dick growing yet larger inside her. Looking over and seeing a dozen or more men with their cocks sticking out of their trousers and pumping themselves hard, she exploded into orgasm, her cunt grabbing Burly’s big dick, as he exploded in turn into her cunt, just she collapsed into his arms.

To great cheers, he released her from her bonds and picked her up into his arms, as if she were nothing but a baby. He carried her to his quarters and laid her softly on his bed, kissing her gently.

“No one can hurt you any more,” he said, as he lay himself on the floor of his room. She started to say or ask something. She wasn’t even sure. But he stopped her. “Sleep now,” he said. “We both need sleep.”

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