Punishing The Slave Girl (6 page)

'
No', Osborne says after a moment, his head hanging low.

'
That's the right answer', the chief says.

Trapped between Magnus's powerful legs, my hand upon his arm, we begin to move in unison back towards the city I have just left. When I hear the blood curdling screams and the two resounding thuds jar the earth, I don't even try and turn back.

I'm no longer the Queen of England, that's all changed now. I belong to the Vikings, to Magnus and his men, these savages that look like Gods. I'm scared, but I can't wait for what they want to do to me.

Chapter 6

The city has fallen. At the gates to the palace I see my husband and Kenrick's heads impaled on spikes. There are Viking's everywhere. Huge men, covered in war paint and tattoos across rippling muscles. Just looking at the way they move sends little pulses of pleasure racing through my skin. They eye me suspiciously when we pass, and some even try to drag me off my horse, desperate to take me with them. Magnus pushes them away, holding me protectively. He tells them to find their own slave girl amongst the civilians that remain. There are enough to go round after all.

I see the same old man with the cataract eye now sat in the dirt, bleeding from a hole in his chest, the young girl sat by his feet, her gaze tilted up towards me. Plain, accepting. There is death everywhere, victory and celebration.

We ride into the palace, past the valiant dead of my husband's army, obliged to fight a lost cause now spread out amongst us inert like discarded rubbish.

'
King no more', Magnus says as we pass my husband's bloated head. In the courtyard I recognise his body, slumped in the dirt, folded flat into an X shape. The Viking army has already begun to pillage the castle. There are hundreds of them spread about, making themselves at home. Fires burn wildly on the central lawn, fed with furniture stolen from the rooms above. I recognise a painting my grandfather gave me that used to hang over the fireplace in the dining hall, now glowing red around the edges ready to be reduced to ash.

There are women like me amongst them. Some have had their hair shaved or styled into similar patterns, others look sheepish and avoid my gaze.

We leave the horses by the stables and merge into the crowd. Vikings from our group greet other barbarians around us and there is talk in a language I don't recognise. More eyes go to me. Magnus turns me outwards so I can be appreciated, careful to still hold me in a way I can't escape from. A hand goes to my waist to explore me and something is said that makes Magnus laugh.

We move through the courtyard and deeper into the palace.

'
I bet you thought you'd never see the inside of this place', Magnus says. 'A peasant. A mere farm girl like you.'

'
Where are we going?' I ask, my voice full of nervous energy.

'
The King's chamber', he says. 'Where the fuck else?'

A barbarian passes us in the corridor, an apple in his mouth and one of the maid's across his shoulder like a rolled carpet. When I turn around and look at her, I see she is naked from the waist down. Words are exchanged, even though he doesn't look at us, and Magnus seems to understand.

I have walked this route a thousand times. We pass the kitchens where I watched Leighton pleasure the servant girl; the patch of ground outside where I lay and pleasured myself. To the right the internal courtyard ablaze with fire and destruction. We pass the servant quarters, the dining hall, the conference and meeting rooms and move up the central staircase to the multitude of chambers above, including one that used to be my own.

I can hear noises of fucking before we even get to the room. Other barbarians see Magnus coming and point the direction he needs to go in. I don't know whether there is a hierarchy at play here or not. As far as I can tell there is nothing that sets these men apart. Some are older, some bigger, some more handsome, but there is no uniform or war insignia, no collection of medals or stripes that might denote importance.

At the door to my chamber, two Vikings block our way. They are colossal men, even bigger than Magnus. I can't help but divert my eyes to the muscles that stand out prominently across their chests, the tattoos drawing lines along the curves that work their way down to the animal furs that cover their midriffs. Words are exchanged again. Magnus presents me to them like some kind of offering. There isn't only the sound of sex coming from the chamber beyond, there is the smell of it, pungent in the air. One of them pushes the hood away from my face. He grips my chin, tilts my face up to to the light as though examining it. He looks at his fellow guard and then up to Magnus confused at first by what he has been brought. I'm scared now, my heart beating wildly in my chest about what they plan to do to me. It's not my language, but I'm sure I understand the word as 'Queen.'

They knock on the doors at first, a little reluctant to force them open. Magnus has other ideas. He pushes through the middle of them and forces the door wide.

I recognise the girl immediately as Kenrick's daughter. If she had her eyes open, she might recognise me too. There is a man underneath her, his colossal frame engulfing her like an oyster shell might a pearl, and another man to her front. She has her neck clasped inside a huge hand, her legs spread as wide as her body will allow. They are both huge inside her, their immenseness moving in and out of her tight holes rapidly, forcing her apart and pounding her hard. I hear her whimpering, sounds of reluctant pleasure too good to deny.

'What the fuck is the meaning of this?'

The voice doesn't come from either of the two men, but another Viking sat to the side, I hadn't seen until now. Magnus turns to him. He has been addressed in the common tongue perhaps for my benefit.

'I have brought you something special, my lord', Magnus says, twisting me towards him.

'I have girls', he says, rising out of his seat to tower above us both. Sat it was difficult to gauge his proportions, standing it is difficult to avoid them.

'Look', Magnus says, pointing to the framed portrait of myself and my husband still hanging on the wall above the bed. His eyes go towards them and then slowly back to me. I gulp. He says something in his own language, and the two men on the bed immediately stop.

'Where did you find her?' he asks Magnus, almost angry that he wasn't able to find me himself.

'Escaping to the east', Magnus says.

There is a silence in which I hear only the whimpering moans of Kenrick's daughter, before the Viking chief advances and grabs me by the arm.

'A Queen', he says. 'The Queen of this piss-poor country.'

'Yes', I say, my head hanging low.

The two men from the bed have now gained interest, the guards from the door too. They push Kenrick's daughter off their cocks and away from the bed entirely. She wants to come back but they won't let her. For a moment we all watch her sit on the edge of the bed and then lie across it.

'Leave and fuck someone less important', one of the men says before pushing her towards the door. She stumbles past me, gives one last longing look backwards and then pushes out into the hallway.

'Lock the door', the chief calls to the guards.

They look at me greedily, hesitating for a moment, and then do as they have been commanded, stationing themselves on the other side of the door, trapping us inside.

The two men on the bed are still erect, their cocks hard and throbbing. I can't take my eyes off them. Already I feel tingles breaking out across my skin and an aching desire in the very core of my being. Four strong warriors desperate to take me. Two more outside eager to join in when commanded to do so.

The chief takes me from Magnus. Feet plain on the ground, I come up to just past his navel. He softens his hand over my shoulder, down through the middle of my chest. I look up to him, my neck stretched.

'My name is Vidar', the chief says. 'These are my friends, Ulf and Bjorn.'

I nod to each man as he introduces them. 'They like to fuck', he says, his booming laugh filling the room, echoing out amongst the rafters above us.

'Do you like to be fucked?' he asked me, two hands on my body now, exploring the curves of my breasts.

'I have never fucked a Queen before', he goes on, gathering the fabric of my dress up in both hands. 'I wonder if they fuck as well as slaves.'

The movement pulls me forward a little, and I can't help but scream. Vidar chuckles to himself, a chunk of my dress in each hand, the tattered remains gathered up on the floor by my feet. In one quick movement he has shredded my outer garments. I stand there almost naked, my hands diverting to cover myself.

'Don't be shy', Ulf says. 'We aren't.'

'Take them off', Vidar orders. His eyes tell me he isn't messing around.

I do as I'm told, my hands trembling as I add my bra and my panties to the pile of clothes in front of me. The men whistle as I undress and when I bend over to remove my panties, Magnus spanks me on the ass. It feel so good I want him to do it again.

I stand there waiting for my next order, a wetness already slicking the inside of my thighs, my heart in my mouth, pounding so hard I think I might pass out.

'Well', Vidar says. 'Go fuck them, slave. You're not a Queen now.'

He pushes me towards the bed, towards Ulf and Bjorn. I approach them tentatively. Ulf reaches out his hand, and when I go to take it he pulls me violently towards the bed.

'Do you know how to suck cock?' he says, Bjorn already rolling his hands across my skin, searching out my wetness.

I nod, but Ulf isn't looking for an answer. He manoeuvres me into position so Bjorn can continue to explore and he can press his thickness to my lips. I try and scramble away, and make them think I don't want it. I know this game and I know men respond favourably to it. When my husband used to fuck me like the warrior he was, he liked nothing better than me pretending I didn't want it. Ulf pulls me back into place.

'No', he says firmly. 'We don't do that.'

I still refuse to play his game. I twist my head to the side and keep my mouth shut. I try and close my legs too, but Bjorn has forced them open and is busy exploring the sensitive folds of my pussy with his rugged hands. I want them so much so pretending I don't after so long dreaming about it is a difficult exploit. I know it will pay off in the end though. I know if they think I don't want it, they'll make sure they give it to me all that much harder.

Bjorn's fingers on my pussy feel sensational. I can't pretend not to be turned on, and he knows I'm loving what he's doing to me. It isn't long before he's made my clit swell red with blood and forced his way inside my pussy hole.

Ulf grabs hold of my neck, squeezing just hard enough to let me know he won't take no for an answer. Fuck, I love this. I reach out to where his bicep is hardening and try and force him away from me. I kick out at Bjorn at the same time and he has to lay down across my legs to stop me. Vidar seems to like it.

'A Queen with fight', he says. 'You'll make a perfect slave.'

Where Vidar is happy to bide his time, Magnus isn't so patient. There is little space for him to manoeuvre in, but it doesn't seem to bother him. When he comes to the bed and places himself at my side, his hands exploring my tits and bruising the nipples awake, he too has spilled out of his loincloth and hefts his thick member out in front of him like a war stick. Each of these men is hung like a horse, thick, veiny and bulbous.

'Open', Ulf commands again.

While Bjorn forces another finger into my pussy, twisting them around inside me to rub them directly against my sweet spot, Magnus busies himself with running well practised circles around my clitoris, while he mirrors the movements across my nipples in turn. His touch is soft compared to Bjorn, subtle and well controlled.

I'm still resisting Ulf, and he's getting angry. It's making Vidar laugh too, as though seeing me tease one of his best soldiers is amusing for him. Finally he forces my jaw open and I relent and let him in.

'If you bite me', he says. 'It'll be the last time you bite anything in your life.'

I tilt my head back and open out my throat. I can already feel him at the back of my mouth, and he's forced in less than half of his throbbing mass. It has been a long time since I've sucked a cock worthy of my attention. Despite my initial protestations, I give Ulf my all, teasing his glans in all the right areas, forcing my tongue down his hole and swallowing hard on his bulbous crown. He tastes of pussy juice and teenage sex. He tastes of defloration and forceful fucking. I can't get enough of him. Sucking cock always makes my pussy tingle and sucking Viking cock is just as good as I always expected it to be. Bjorn continues to ram his fingers in and out of my pussy, my legs lifted high now and cradled by Magnus, who from time to time rests his head on my lower belly and darts his tongue out over my swollen nub. They have hardly started, and I'm already feeling my insides turn to mush, the familiar sensation of an orgasm breaking lightly through my body and working its way out deftly across my skin.

I am gasping on Ulf's cock as he tries to force more and force of his manhood down my throat. I have to fight him away at one point, gag air down quickly through my nose before he complains and then open myself up once again and let him fuck his way further into my body. After a while, I feel his pendulous balls slap against my chin, dirtying themselves with the saliva that has already dribbled there. Like this, it feels like he's fucking my entire body. It feels like he's fucking my soul.