Serving My Viking Masters: Complete Series

by Serena Starling

  Barek planned to leave the next morning to travel to a nearby kingdom to trade some of his new Irish slaves and stolen bounty, sailing on one of the longships with a small crew of his men. He used my body before I was fully awake, lifting my legs as I slept and hooking them over his arms so I was spread wide. I awoke to find him thrusting deep, and had to bite back my whimpers when he pressed too hard against my sore buttocks. Barek finally finished, kissing me tenderly with a promise to return soon.

  “I would take you with me if I didn’t think King Mogr might try to steal you away,” he chuckled. “I want to keep you all to myself, lovely Kira.”

  I lay in the bed for some time after he’d gone, enjoying the solitude. Barek’s attentions had excited me somewhat, although he’d finished too soon for me to find my own release. Languidly, my thoughts turned to Drengr and our conversation of the night before. If I had need of him. I imagined finding the slave woman Helga to tell her I needed Drengr immediately.

  I closed my eyes, dreaming of him striding into the bedchamber with thoughts of only me. Alone at last, how long could I keep my hands from touching what they craved? I moaned, remembering the feel of his massive cock inside of me as he’d thrust to the hilt.

  My hand snaked to my firm, round breasts, twisting my own nipples as he had done, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I licked my fingers to dampen them as though they were Drengr’s tongue, pinching my nipples to draw my breasts up and enjoying the slight bounce as I released them, imagining he suckled there with his wickedly beautiful mouth. I touched my womanhood with my other hand, wet from my impure thoughts as well as Barek’s seed, and swirled the tip of my finger around the swollen nub of flesh at the juncture of my thighs.

  I suddenly remembered the large phallus Barek had violated me with yesterday. My breath caught in my throat and my womanhood clenched hard at the thought of it inside me. My belly squirming with excitement, I climbed down from the bed to lock the door. Then I returned to the foot of the bed to open the trunk of Barek’s depravity.

  The trunk held several items I hadn’t seen before, and I was careful to put everything back in the place I’d found it when I pulled out the largest phallus. It was very heavy, smooth and creamy white, so large and long I couldn’t imagine how it had fit inside me. I stared at it, caressing it and stroking my hand along its length as though it was a man’s cock. Drengr’s cock.

  I lay back in the bed, my womanhood throbbing with excitement. But I wanted it in my mouth first. Closing my eyes, I gently pushed the massive phallus past my lips. It was cool and smooth against my tongue, so heavy I needed both hands to hold it. I sucked eagerly, imagining it was Drengr’s cock and not a lifeless phallus, until I was nearly wild with need.

  Panting hard, I removed the phallus from my mouth and circled my nipples into stiff peaks with it. I opened my legs to swirl the tip of the phallus against the opening of my womanhood, using one hand to spread my wet lips, and carefully eased and turned the thick shaft inside. Even as wet and ready as I was, the sheer size of the phallus stretched me tight, exciting me even further as I watched the massive object disappear into my folds, inch by inch, until it was buried inside me.

  Gripping it with both hands now, I moved it in and out, watching with growing excitement as the phallus impaled my pink, fragile flesh, over and over. Panting, gasping, I used my own body harder even than Barek had, plunging the enormous phallus in deep and delighting at how it filled me so completely. I rolled over to straddle the thick object, pressing the end of it into the bed with my body weight to drive it even deeper. I rode it, breasts bouncing, one hand on the headboard and the other rubbing the wet, throbbing nub of flesh between my legs.

  “Drengr,” I choked out as the heat in my belly exploded through my body, the exquisite surge drawing a soft scream from my lips. I bit my own arm to quiet my cries, grinding my hips in slow circles as the muscles of my womanhood clenched tight around the phallus in echoing waves of pleasure. I finally collapsed to the bed, holding my legs together to keep the phallus inside me, as though to keep Drengr near.

  I broke my fast with Asta and Thora, eating at the same table we’d sat at the night before. Thankfully Barek had taken Tannr with him to the neighboring kingdom, as though knowing the young man couldn’t be trusted with me while he was away. Tannr had captured me in Ireland and tried to claim me, but Barek had nevertheless taken me for his own, asserting only the king could decide who received the spoils of war. His father’s theft of me was obviously still a sore spot for young Tannr.

  As only a few other of Barek’s warriors had gone along, many of his men now milled about the main room of their leader’s longhouse, eating, drinking, and laughing. It seemed they didn’t have homes of their own, but instead lived here with Barek. Even though I kept my gaze to the table, I nevertheless sensed their lustful eyes upon me. Shivering uneasily, I could only pray none of them would be bold enough to approach me while Barek was away from Vikenmar.

  Several female slaves served our meal. Was one of them the mysterious Helga of whom Drengr had spoken? Why would he trust this one slave woman over any other? A strange wave of jealousy rippled through me at the thought she might be Drengr’s lover. My food turned to ash in my mouth, and I pushed the rest of my plate away, untouched.

  I soaked in the bathhouse, warm water up to my neck, when I heard the door open and close behind me. Thinking it was one of the slave girls coming to ensure the water hadn’t cooled, I turned languidly to let her know I was getting out and wouldn’t require more hot water.

  I couldn’t contain a gasp as I saw three men standing at the door, blocking my only exit. Jafri, his brother Frokn, and their friend, Ivarr. I’d been pierced by their lascivious stares this morning in the hall. All had been present for my initial punishment ordered by their king while we were still on Irish soil. And all had seemed to greatly enjoy that heartless task when they’d been charged with it.

  I sat up, covering my naked breasts with my hands, watching with trepidation as they approached. “What do you want?” I stammered. “The king has not allowed this, surely.”

  “Oh, but he has,” Jafri sneered. “Do you think he did not notice how you favored Drengr last night? How you looked at him with longing, even as he walked away from you? Why do you think Barek ensured Drengr would be away from the steading while he himself is gone? He doesn’t trust you alone with him. The king misses nothing, girl. Your transgression must be punished, and King Barek has sent us to ensure the task is carried out to his satisfaction.”

  Anxiety knotted my belly. Was Jafri lying? His words filled me with doubt. I had stared at Drengr the night before, just as Jafri accused. But if Barek had noticed my boldness, would he not have told me immediately and punished me himself?

  Had my master ordered this? Or had Jafri and the others decided to take advantage of the opportunity to corner me alone while Barek—and Drengr—were away?

  Even if I could climb from the tub and grab my clothing, they blocked the door. The bathhouse was at the far end of the courtyard encircling Barek’s holdings, so my screams wouldn’t be likely to alert anyone. I was trapped.

  Yet I refused to submit without a fight. I clambered from the tub and ran toward the table which held my folded clothing. Quick as a flash, Jafri grabbed me, pushing me face first over the table. I struggled to get away, but the other men came to his aid to keep me from escaping, their strong hands gripping my flesh. Jafri kicked my legs apart roughly and I cried out when I felt his fingers jab into my womanhood from behind.

  “Keep her quiet,” Jafri hissed, fumbling for a moment to release his cock from his breeches. I felt the thick tip of it press against my slit, demanding entrance. Despite myself, my body throbbed with excitement. Why? I hated Jafri. I squealed in protest as he shoved himself all the way in, but the slickness of my flesh betrayed my arousal.

  Jafri laughed in triumph. “Hot and wet already, like a bitch in heat.”

  The other two hastened to unfasten thei
r own breeches. My cries were cut short by a stiff cock forced into my mouth.

  “Your punishment must be severe, little thrall,” Jafri panted behind me as I squirmed, impaled by his thrusting cock. “By order of the king. You’re not meant to enjoy it. Does he know you like it rough? Does he know what a whore you are?”

  Pierced in front and behind, the two men rode me relentlessly, dragging my sensitive nipples across the rough wood table with each thrust. The other man, grumbling of the unfairness of it all, reached under me to squeeze my breasts, pinching them and stretching my nipples. Pounded without mercy, my body eagerly accepted the onslaught of male flesh, although my mind rebelled. My struggles were for naught, and all I could hope for now was that it would be over quickly.

  The man who didn’t have a cock in me protested even louder, finally shoving Jafri aside and making him stumble. It was enough of a surprise that their grip on me loosened for a moment. I rolled away, running across the bathhouse, although there was nowhere to hide.

  They gave chase. Jafri finally succeeded in grabbing the end of my slave chain and nearly pulled me off my feet. All three gripped me at once, now mad with thwarted desire and determined to claim one of my holes for their own. I struggled, my body still slippery from the bath, as their fingers vied for access to my wet, quivering slit.

  “I have an idea,” Jafri finally told the others as I squirmed to get away. “Hold her,” he ordered.

  Frokn and Ivarr groped my breasts and fingered my womanhood and anus, forcing reluctant gasps of pleasure from my lips as I squirmed. Jafri stripped naked, his sizeable cock jutting out before him. He climbed into the bath and pulled me in by my chain, forcing me to straddle him. He centered his cock beneath me in the water and pushed me down hard, sheathing himself inside me. I cried out, pushing against his chest to no avail as my aching slit gripped his sizeable member hungrily.

  The other two seemed to understand what he meant to do. Laughing, Frokn stripped naked as well and splashed into the water behind me. Jafri, still inside me, slouched down and pulled me tight to him, spreading my buttocks so my anus was presented to his brother. Ivarr, standing outside the tub, moved in close to my face with his hard cock in hand.

  I bucked, suddenly understanding, but was helpless against the three strong Northmen intent on plundering my body. Ivarr gripped my face as he forced his cock in my mouth, so stiff with need it felt as inflexible as the carved phallus. Jafri held still for a moment as his brother moved into position, pressing his hand into the small of my back to force my buttocks higher, then pushed the tip of his thick cock past the rim of my delicate, sensitive flesh. The aching pressure was nearly too much to bear as my anus was slowly stretched, inch by inch.

  My cries of pleasure and protest were muffled by the sizeable member in my mouth, and I was helpless to stop Ivarr from forcing himself all the way in my tight anus. Jafri began to move underneath me, thrusting hard, and I squirmed to no avail. I was prisoner of the three large cocks which impaled me, filling my holes so completely. I’d never had a cock in all holes at once, and although somewhat painful, the sensation was extraordinarily erotic. The delicious feeling of being over-filled was all encompassing, causing my hot slit to quiver involuntarily around Jafri’s manhood as he drove in without mercy. I was furious that these vile Northmen could bring me to such exquisite pleasure, while I was powerless to stop my traitorous body from enjoying it.

  The thrusting intensified, water slapping against the side of the tub as they drove deep. Ivarr’s manhood stiffened even further in my mouth, and I knew he was close to eruption. The thought of all of them releasing into me at once excited me greatly despite myself, and I sucked hard on the rod of flesh, drawing a shout of pleasure from my assailant. He held my head still as he shot his hot seed into my mouth and on my face, causing the buildup of need deep in my belly to bloom and explode, my cries coming hard and fast. Pleasure ripped through my body as the others thrust without mercy, groaning in release, pumping their seed deep into my holes. My cries faded as my womanhood clenched and quivered around Jafri’s cock, a man I hated more than anyone in the world.

  Humiliated at how my body had responded to the Northmen’s unwanted attentions, I struggled to clamber down from Jafri’s lap, but he held me still. His satisfied expression licked over me, hovering at my lips, still damp with Ivarr’s seed, then down to my round breasts. Jafri slid a hand up to grip my breast, testing its weight, then pinched my nipple cruelly and twisted it between his fingers. I tried to slap his hand away, but the others grabbed my wrists to stop me.

  “You will bathe the same time every day, little Kira. I want you hot, wet, and ready to pleasure us. You will spread your legs and open your mouth whenever I tell you to. And if you breathe a word of this to Barek, he’ll have you killed for the traitorous whore you are.”

  I gasped, struggling against their hold on me. “You were lying! Barek did not order this!”

  Jafri leaned close, his evil gaze boring into mine. “You enjoyed it—don’t pretend otherwise. And you will enjoy it every time I come for you, my wanton little whore. You are no longer just the king’s bed-thrall, you are my bed-thrall. And unlike our king, I share with my comrades. So rest up tonight, for tomorrow will come before you know it.”

  I lay in the tub for some time, crying quietly, when a soft knock at the door reached my ears. I stiffened, suddenly frightened Jafri had decided to bring his friends sooner than he’d threatened to, but thankfully only a lone woman entered.

  She was a slave, tall and well built, a bit older than I was. Her dark hair was clipped short like all the slaves, other than Asta and me. Drawing in a deep, shuddering breath, I swiped at my tears, worried she would deduce what had happened and tell someone. If Barek learned the truth, I was as good as dead.

  But her gaze was sympathetic as she held out a drying cloth to me. I stepped from the now cold water, still sniffling a bit, to accept the cloth.

  “I saw them, those three.” Her words sent a chill of terror through my body. “I saw them come and I saw them leave. Did they hurt you?”

  My lip quivered as our eyes met. Something about her seemed familiar, although I couldn’t place it. I shook my head, afraid to speak the truth.

  “Drengr told me to watch out for you. And already I’ve failed.”

  “Are you Helga?” I whispered hesitantly.

  “Yes,” she replied.

  Relief washed over me. “He said you could get word to him if I needed him. Is that true?”

  “Of course.”

  “Those three men forced themselves upon me.” I couldn’t hide the quaver in my voice. “They tricked me, saying King Barek had ordered them to. They will be back tomorrow. And if I do not submit, they will tell the king and I will be killed.”

  Although Helga assured me she would take care of the situation, I couldn’t help but worry. How exactly did the slave woman plan to stop three large Northman from forcing themselves upon me again? And even if she could get word to Drengr before tomorrow, what would he do? Drengr and those men were comrades in arms, all sworn to Barek. He owed me nothing.

  My anxiety grew as the night wore on. The men were loud, all drinking heavily, and many looked at me with what seemed a knowing expression as we supped in the great hall. How many of them would Jafri invite to the bathhouse tomorrow? When the vile man caught my eye, he smiled smugly, laughing with his brother. I wanted to vomit, and couldn’t finish my supper. I finally claimed a headache and retired to bed early, ensuring the latches on both doors of Barek’s bedchamber were locked tight.

  My restless sleep was interrupted by a ruckus in the main room, very late in the night. The men were in an uproar, shouting and carrying on as though something of great magnitude had happened. My pulse beat wildly as I leapt from the bed to listen at the door. Had something happened to Barek? What would become of me if it had?

  I heard Asta’s raised voice amid the male shouts, so it seemed safe to open the door. I wrapped myself in a thick bla
nket from the bed, and with great trepidation, stepped into the main room.

  I gasped at the sight before me. Three men were being half dragged, half carried into the hall, their arms slung around their comrades’ shoulders. Battered heads wobbly on their necks, their faces were so disfigured with bruises it was impossible to tell who they were.

  But I had a strong suspicion I knew exactly who they were. Several men shoved tables together in order for the three to be laid out for Asta’s inspection. The battered men groaned, writhing, and as one turned to cough he spit out what appeared to be bloody teeth upon the table. His hair glittered red-gold in the firelight. Jafri.

  “How did this happen?” Asta demanded.

  “We heard shouts and found all three at the bottom of the cliff,” one warrior explained. “They claimed they got drunk and fell over the edge.”

  Asta drew her brows together in disbelief. “All three of these fools fell from the cliff?”

  “Yes, it seems so. Their hands are broken from the fall.”

  Asta picked up one of Jafri’s mangled hands, making him scream in protest. Blood bubbled upon his lips as he sobbed. Asta shook her head as she turned to the others. “I must set the bones and pull out their broken teeth. You will have to hold them down, as it will be very painful.”

  I stepped backward, knocking over an empty chair in my haste to get away from the bloody scene. Jafri breathed noisily through his shattered mouth as he turned to the sound, his swollen eyes meeting mine. I saw anger there, mixed with a heavy dose of fear.

  Jafri feared me.

  I knew beyond a shadow of a doubt Drengr had beaten my three attackers to protect me from any further mischief, then forced them to lie about what had happened. Swallowing hard, I scurried back to Barek’s bedchamber and locked the door.

  The next fortnight was rather uneventful, as far as Drengr was concerned. Asta mentioned Drengr’s sister had been widowed the winter so many others had died of a rampant outbreak of fever, including Barek’s wife and several of their children. Drengr felt compelled to help at his sister’s steading on the outskirts of Vikenmar. I missed the huge Northman’s presence, but knew it was best he stayed away. Did his knuckles carry the bruised evidence of the punishment he’d inflicted on my three attackers?