Authors: Constantine De Bohon
She shook her head vehemently. Her arms were flapping everywhere it seemed. Ulfr was tired of her temper tantrum.
He took her arm and she grabbed his wrist and bit him. She had drawn blood. Ulfr grabbed her and lifted the blanket, then he smacked her bare bottom. She cried out in outrage and kicked him in the shin with her bare foot, then danced back on one foot as she had sustained the most damage. Deciding on a new course of action, her small balled fist hit his cheek.
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She howled in pain and shook her hand out. He was at a loss as to why she wanted to hurt herself on his rock-hard body and immediately put a stop to it before she was harmed further.
Ulfr tugged the hide blanket off her. She struggled wildly, each hit to his solid muscle with her frail strength had her crying out with pain and he was growing angry. She was not allowed to do damage to herself. His little captive had much to learn. It would seem he hadn't tamed her all. Perhaps Odin did know best. Ulfr threw her to the ground and pinned her.
He ripped the blanket into strips and tied her wrists together behind her back tightly. She was screaming out what he believed to be obscenities in her language, then surprisingly one in his own.
She struggled and kicked and turned to her back. He saw a small dot of blood appear on her belly when she rolled onto a sharp stick. That was enough! He rolled her over again and smacked her bottom again, then again only harder. She whimpered and held still when his hand rose threateningly to strike once more and she swallowed down her words and stopped twisting. Her eyes squeezed tightly closed. Ulfr lowered his hand.
Ulfr gagged her, tied her ankles together and slung her over his shoulder. He then set out for his village. Perhaps it wouldn't hurt for the men to see her nude. If she had a village full of men following her every move he was certain she would stay close to him for protection. He couldn't have her running off looking for Valhalla. She might get hurt—or 40
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worse she might find it. It had taken months to find her in the mist; he wasn't ever going to let her go.
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Chapter 3
Vicki was mortified when the huge brute took her naked into a constructed Viking village and practically paraded her around. Men all stopped what they were doing to come and look at her. Her eyes widened in fear; they were huge powerful men with lust in their eyes. She had never seen such massive barbarian-type guys, each one larger than the next. Some were blond, others red-haired, a few dark like Ulfr. Every one of them sported some type of lethal-looking weapon. Almost all were bare-chested and each looked at her like they wanted to throw her over something and taste her wares.
Vicki shuddered remembering just once she wanted to be dainty and popular and surrounded by panting guys...she changed her mind! She whimpered and buried her head against Ulfr's back. Terrified, she felt a huge rough hand rub and then pinch her bottom. She yelped under her gag and the men laughed. She felt a few more hands touch her in various places. Her bare breasts crushed against Ulfr's back to protect them. She squeezed her eyes closed thinking this had to be a nightmare, one of those awful ones where you find yourself naked surrounded by people. But it was real. Ulfr took her to a large hut. Once inside he dropped her onto a pile of thick furs.
She began shaking when he removed his clothing. She shook her head no. He nodded yes. He cut her ties at her ankles but left her wrists bound and she remained gagged.
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Her eyes pleaded with him. She had to go home; this game had gone far enough. In fact now it had gone too far. How dare the beast display her nude to a village of men? Why had no one stopped him? They looked like it was completely normal; they had fondled her body like she was public property. Didn't they worry about the police and being sued or jailed? Had everyone gone insane? And what was with the authentic-looking village? They were taking Halloween way too seriously.
Ulfr dropped down beside her. His look was intense and she felt frozen to the spot. His hand reached for her and she shied back wondering if he were going to hit her again and her breath caught. He seemed startled by her reaction and splayed his hand, obviously seeing her fear. His eyes became gentle and she caught a few of his words. He would never hit at her breasts or face or anywhere else except her bottom.
He lifted his bloody wrist for her to see and she felt a bit bad, after all he hadn't drawn her blood. At least not in anger.
She looked at him ashamed and tried to explain she had to go home, but her words were too muffled and she did her best to say home in his language under the leather gag. He pointed to himself and said he was her home, wherever he was she was to be. She shook her head negatively. Her parents would be worried sick by now. Trisha would be frantic to find out her special gift had gone awry. She had to leave. He sighed and a stern resolved look came over his face.
He laid her beneath him; he leaned over her and suckled her breast. She closed her eyes tightly together and he licked at her hardening nipple. He said her name in the same sexy 43
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voice he had used at the hot spring. His nose nuzzled hers until she opened her eyes. He smiled at her, keeping his eyes centered onto her own as he licked and sucked his way back to her breast. Perfect white teeth grazed against her bud and she shivered. His hands fondled her gently. His huge fingers teased her other bud tenderly in a coaxing fashion. He rose higher over her and whispered sweet words while he nuzzled her neck with his warm moist lips. A groan escaped her lips when his tongue teased her earlobe. His body was so warm against the chill in the air. When he pressed himself against her, she struggled upwards towards his beckoning heat.
Damn him!
She was pissed, so why was she turned on? She couldn't stop the moan of desire that tore from her throat. He grinned down at her.
He is a devil.
He knew she was turned on. His lips trailed a path down her belly to her mound. She was panting and jumped when his tongue flicked out to taste her.
She bucked beneath his touch. His powerful arms wrapped around her legs holding her in place while he ravished every inch of her pussy.
His hot moist tongue slid against her insides. Her eyes widened when careful teeth grazed her sensitive bud. Her back arched and her legs widened further of their own accord.
She couldn't take much more. The climax was just beyond her reach. It washed over her in a tidal wave. She screamed under the gag when he sucked hard on her nubbin and she came. He flipped her over and pulled her ass in the air and she knew he was going to screw her senseless. He said something in a rough commanding voice and she yelped when 44
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she felt a strap smack her bottom. It wasn't agonizing; he was using the leather bedding he had ripped as a belt. She knew it wouldn't leave a mark. He slapped her bottom again and she whimpered. Vicki guessed he was punishing her for what happened near the cave, and her desire to escape him.
She winced and held still.
Oh God why was she holding still?
She felt one huge hand grip her waist. She felt his slick fingers slide up her ass and he said something, a warning of sorts. She was guessing he wasn't through teaching her a lesson and she quivered under him hating the fact she wanted him and she wanted it hard. Never in her life would she have guessed she would find kinky sex to be so fascinating. Being bound and gagged only added to her excitement. His cock felt so good inside her everywhere and though he was rough, he hadn't been vicious or cruel, and she wasn't afraid of him.
Both of Ulfr's hands held her hips tightly and she felt the tip of his cock push its head into her ass. She clenched her teeth together thinking, hoping, he would be rough. His cock slid in halfway and pulled out completely. He slid in again and pulled out. She groaned and her body shuddered when only the tip of him entered and exited. He did this until she began squirming. Her breath came out heavily. Still he continued to torture her. She tried to push back against him when only half his cock slid into her but he wouldn't allow it.
He said something but she didn't understand. All she could do was whimper and choke back pleading words. On and on he continued to use his cock to punish her, until finally half of him stayed buried within her; he didn't move. Vicki pushed 45
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back against him. He allowed her to. Her knees slipped on the soft furs beneath her, making it hard to get any leverage and she sobbed in relief when she felt her behind rest against his hips and his entire length was buried inside her. She moved forward slowly until he was almost out of her then moved back. She rocked against him. He grunted in approval. His large arm wrapped around her waist and Vicki relaxed. He removed himself then thrust powerfully, and she groaned. He did it again, then once more.
He turned her over. She lay on her back watching him. He gave her a cocky look, rose and strolled to a hanging bucket.
He had a small cloth with him. Vicki watched him as he moved agonizingly slowly. He swirled the meager amount of water in the bucket in a lazy fashion. She wanted those big hands on her. If she could have she would have scooted closer to him. Again he was teasing her with his deliberated motions. Her impatience was killing her. The dripping cloth roamed with excruciating slowness over his long length.
Water slipped from his cock to the dirt floor. She had to give him credit for his calm action. She thought personally she was about to expire.
After wiping himself on the wet cloth, he approached her, unrushed. His hands trailed their way up her quivering thighs, then he moved between her legs. He pushed his cock into her pussy. Vicki pulled her legs up until they hung over his broad shoulders. He plunged in and out grinding himself against her. He repeated the word home often and Vicki was aware he was warning her she must stay near him. She caught the word men and she wondered if he meant others were allowed 46
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to have her or if he was worried others would take her. She felt it might be the latter. He was just too demanding. He didn't seem like the type of man who shared what he believed to be his.
He thumped his cock into her until both were covered in sweat and panting heavily. He roared when he came and let his weight pin her down against the many furs. She groaned.
Her tied wrists dug into the small of her back. She tried twisting but he gave her a stern look. He didn't understand he was hurting her. Vicki did her best to convey her discomfort.
Her eyes begged she wasn't trying to be disobedient, her wrists were being crushed. Finally understanding lit his eyes.
He muttered some words that sounded regretful. He rolled over taking her with him. She raised her hands behind her back and whimpered. He shook his head, but rubbed at her wrists until the feeling returned to them. Before long he stopped and stilled his actions. Vicki felt so frustrated lying there bound, gagged and nude. Her frustration built when he began snoring. The damned man had fallen asleep.
Vicki wondered if her parents had called the police—she imagined they had. What on earth was she to say when she returned? She met a guy who insisted he was a Viking warrior, they had amazing sex, he spanked her and no, she wouldn't press charges because she had been so sexually aroused it was embarrassing. She also couldn't implicate her best friend. Had Trisha really sent him? Again Vicki had her doubts. Trisha would never knowingly place her in any kind of danger. It was all so aggravating and confusing.
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Had she been kidnapped? Ulfr hadn't looked surprised at her appearance when they had met in the clearing. No, he obviously had been expecting her. If Trisha hadn't sent him, how could he have known she would be there? Was he a stalker? That was a frightening thought. Oddly enough, she didn't feel her life was in danger. If he were going to kill her, he would have already. Where had he taken her anyway? Was this like a different community? How long did he plan on keeping her? He had to abandon the game sooner or later.
Right? Someone would eventually come looking for her, find her. He would be in big trouble then, so would everyone in the village. It didn't take a law student to understand harboring a fugitive.
Vicki looked around the large hut. It was wood and straw and mud—it looked solid. There was a handcrafted table and two chairs, a cast iron pot hanging over an unlit fireplace. The furs beneath her had to be real. Ulfr had set his sword against the wall. She had felt its fury; it was definitely real.
Everything looked so authentic it was amazing; what a movie location. The props alone were fantastic. And the actors outside were believable. A producer couldn't have hand-picked a better cast. But something about this entire situation was awry. She gulped heavily when she wondered if she had been taken onto a porn set—the sex had also been very real.
That was a frightening thought. Maybe it was some weird culture that enjoyed bondage. She had heard of clubs like that; were their entire villages? She wondered if she should struggle to her feet and race for the door. Someone was bound to help her.
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