Chapter 1: Introduction
Bound, beaten, and tossed over the shoulder of a tall, bearded Viking, Freydis struggled to find her footing in the dim light of the unfamiliar ship.
She had first seen the village raided from her hiding spot in the forest. Women and children screamed, men fought back with whatever weapons they could grab, but they were no match for the ruthless Vikings. They came in a seemingly endless wave—horse-mounted warriors brandishing gleaming battle-axes and double-sided swords. The villagers never stood a chance.
The men were mowed down like wheat under a scythe, and the women and children were dragged away in the Vikings' ship, their guttural voices echoing across the land. Freydis was pulled from her hiding place and made to walk with a forced march, each step accompanied by the bitter tang of fear in her mouth.
As they embarked on their voyage, the cold winds cut across her bare skin, leaving her chilled to the bone. Her woolen cloak had been ripped away—part of her punishment for even attempting to escape.
She felt utterly exposed, her shift no match for the unrelenting sea breeze. Her arms were tied tightly behind her, the scratchy rope biting into her skin, but the ache was nothing compared to the pulsing throb between her legs.
One by one, the Vikings approached her—monstrous men with battle scars and tattoos. Their swords hung heavy from their hips, still stained from recent kills. They tore her shift, leaving her fully exposed, a shiver running down her spine.
The first Viking to approach was a hulking giant of a man, with a long, bushy beard that hid a cruel smile. He ran his filthy fingers over her breasts, pinching her nipples with rough fingers as he stared at her through his squinting eyes.
"You taste sweet," he growled, his rough tongue press straight into her ear, causing her to shudder. "Don't worry, little one, we'll teach you how to scream."
Freydis swallowed hard, her heart pounding fiercely in her chest as the next Viking approached her.
This one was dark-haired and taller than the last, with a menacing air about him. His hands were rough and calloused, like the hands of a man who had spent his entire life at sea. He snaked his fingers beneath her shift, pulling it until it was bunched around her waist.
He looked down at her exposed body, his eyes dark and hungry. "You've caught my eye, love," he said lowly, breathing in her scent.
"I'm Erik, and I'm going to be the first to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours." He cupped her mound, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric to stroke her folds.
Freydis gasped, her body tensing at the unexpected touch. Erik chuckled, his thumb finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch.
"Feels good, doesn't it?" Erik whispered, his mouth close to her ear.
"You're soaking wet, whore. You like being touched by a real man, don't you?"
Freydis bit her lip, refusing to respond. Erik just laughed, his fingers continuing their relentless assault on her pussy. He slipped two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, stretching her tight hole.
She couldn't help but gasp, her body arching into his touch. Erik took advantage, wrapping his free arm around her waist and pulling her against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her back, his breath hot on her neck.
"You're a feisty one, aren't you?" he muttered, his fingers still pumping in and out of her slick pussy. "I like that. It means I get to break you in."
Freydis glared at him, her eyes filled with defiance. "You'll never break me," she spat, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves.
Erik just smirked, withdrawing his fingers from her pussy and bringing them to his mouth. He sucked them clean, his eyes never leaving hers. "You taste delicious, love.
I can't wait to feel that tight little cunt wrapped around my cock," Erik growled, his voice thick with lust. He spun Freydis around, pushing her roughly against the mast. The rough wood dug into her back, but she welcomed the pain, using it to focus her thoughts away from the shameful moisture gathering between her thighs.
Erik yanked down his breeches, his massive cock springing free. Freydis's eyes widened at the sight of it—thick, veined, and already leaking precome.
Erik fisted his cock, stroking it slowly as he looked her up and down. "On your knees, whore," he commanded, his voice harsh.
Freydis hesitated, her pride warring with her fear. Erik grabbed her by the hair, forcing her down onto the damp deck. "I said, on your fucking knees," he growled, his grip tightening.
She winced, but complied, her bound hands digging into the rough wood beneath her. Erik released her hair, grabbing her chin instead and tilting her head up.
"Open," he ordered, his thumb pushing into her mouth. Freydis tried to resist, but Erik wasn't having it. He pressed harder, his thumb forcing her lips apart. "I said, open, whore."
She glared at him, but complied, her mouth filling with the salty taste of his skin. Erik's eyes flashed with satisfaction as he withdrew his thumb, replacing it with the head of his cock. "Suck," he commanded, his hand fisting her hair again.
Freydis glared up at him, defiance burning in her eyes. But Erik didn't care. He pushed his cock past her lips, inch by inch, until it hit the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, but Erik just grinned.
"That's it, love. Take it like a good little whore," he said, his voice laced with mockery. He began to move, fucking her mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. Freydis could feel his cock swelling, her lips stretching to accommodate his thickness.
She hated him.
Hated every inch of his rough, calloused skin, every thrust of his cock into her mouth. But her body betrayed her, her pussy clenching, aching for touch. Erik noticed, his eyes darkening as he watched her squirm. He withdrew his cock, a string of saliva connecting her mouth to his tip.
"Turn around, cunt," he growled, pushing her roughly onto her hands and knees. Freydis glared at him over her shoulder, but did as she was told.
Erik grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and positioned himself at her entrance. She could feel the heat of his cock, the head pressing against her slick folds. She braced herself, her bound hands gripping the wet wood of the deck.
Erik leaned over her, his breath hot on her ear. "You're mine now, whore," he growled. "Every inch of you belongs to me and my brothers. We're going to fill you up, fuck you senseless, and when we're done, you'll be begging for more."
Freydis clenched her jaw, refusing to respond.
Erik chuckled, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust forward, burying himself balls-deep inside her. She gasped, her body arching as he stretched her tight pussy. He was enormous, filling her completely, and the initial invasion of her tender flesh sent a jolt of pain through her.
"Fuck, you're tight," Erik grunted, his grip tightening on her hips. "But that's okay, love. I'll get you loosened up in no time."
He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass as he pounded into her.
As he carryed on he called to one of his deck hands " Oi! fetch me some rope, we need to tie this bitch up nice and proper" the man scurried off and returned shortly with a length of thick, coarse rope. Erik took it from him and began to wrap it around Freydis's wrists, pulling it tight enough to make her wince. "That's it, squirm for me, whore. I know you like it rough," he sneered, tying the rope off with a harsh tug.
He then grabbed her by the rope, dragging her across the deck to a sturdy post near the stern of the ship. He tied the other end of the rope to the post, leaving her arms stretched out and her body vulnerable. He then ran a length of rope between her legs and tied it off high on the rigging, forcing Freydis to stand on her tiptoes to avoid putting all of her weight on her clit . The tension pulled her pussy lips open, exposing her swollen clit and dripping cunt to the cool sea breeze.
Erik smacked her ass, the sound echoing across the deck. "There, that should keep you nice and open for us," he said. And left her there for the entire crew to play with. Her pussy was drenching the rope that was pressing hard aginst it. The crew of the vessel begain to take turns slapping her ass, hard.
Freydis winced with each smack, her skin stinging and turning a deep shade of red. The rope between her legs pressed tightly against her clit, sending jolts of pleasure-pain through her with each impact. She could feel her pussy growing wetter, her juices dripping down her thighs.
One by one, the Vikings approached her, their cocks hard and ready. They ran their hands over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples, and smacking her ass. Freydis could feel their eyes on her, hungry and eager.
She tried to squirm away, but the ropes held her firmly in place, her body on display for their twisted amusement. The first Viking approached her, his cock already hard and throbbing. He was older, his hair streaked with grey, but his eyes were just as hungry as the rest.
"Look at you, all tied up and ready for us," he growled, his voice like gravel. "I'm Harald, and I'm going to be the first to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours."
Freydis glared at him, her green eyes flashing with defiance.
"Fuck you," she spat, her voice barely audible over the crashing waves.
Harald just chuckled, his rough hands grabbing her hips and pulling her against him. She could feel his hard cock pressing into her stomach, the fabric of his breeches doing little to hide its size. "Feisty one, aren't you?" he muttered, his fingers digging into her soft flesh.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her ear. "You're going to learn to obey, little one.
And I'm going to enjoy teaching you," Harald growled, his hands roaming over her body, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples until she gasped. He slipped a hand between her legs, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing it in slow circles. Freydis bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape. But Harald wasn't having it. He leaned in closer, his voice a low rumble in her ear. "Let me hear you, whore.
Let me hear you moan for me," Harald demanded, his fingers picking up speed, rubbing her clit with expert precision. Freydis's breath hitched, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy throbbing with need.
"Fuck you," she spat again, her voice ragged. Harald just laughed, his fingers sliding down to her entrance, teasing her slick folds.
"Feisty and wet. I like that," he growled, pushing two fingers inside her.
Freydis gasped, her body arching against the ropes that bound her. Harald's fingers pumped in and out of her, stretching her tight pussy, preparing her for what was to come.
"Look at you, taking my fingers like a good little whore," he muttered, his breath hot on her neck. "You're going to take my cock like this too, aren't you?"
Freydis glared at him, refusing to answer. Harald just smirked, his fingers curling upwards, finding that sweet spot inside her that made her gasp.
"Answer me, whore," he demanded, his voice harsh.
Freydis grit her teeth, but the pleasure coursing through her was too much. She couldn't hold back the moan that escaped her lips. "Yes," she gasped, her body writhing against the ropes. "Yes, I'll take your cock."
Harald chuckled, his fingers still pumping in and out of her. "Good girl," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. He withdrew his fingers, leaving Freydis feeling empty and aching. She watched as he undid his breeches, his massive cock springing free.