He held me against him, as if trying to ensure that he had dipped as deep as was possible. A soft moan escaped him, and he pulled back slowly. After watching the livestock, I’d imagined this to be a more rapid affair, but he didn’t seem to be in a rush.
When he stabbed into me a second time, it wasn’t nearly as gentle. I grunted, the sound forced out of me when he bottomed out, his hips driving me forward on the crate. The wood was rough on my breasts but the new sensations that streamed from my sex held all my attention.
The first strokes were strange, but as he settled into a rhythm of entering and leaving, his tight grip around my waist keeping me in place, the strangeness turned to pleasure of a kind I’d never felt before. This was nothing like exploring my folds with my fingers, but something much more powerful.
A churning began deep at my core, spreading warmth within me. I was no longer in control of my senses, and as his thick cock filled and unfilled me, moans came unbidden to my lips. I hadn’t wanted to give them the satisfaction, but now that I was here, helpless and taken, my body had other ideas.
My breath came in shorter and shorter gasps as Vidar took me, each thrust slapping audibly against my ass. Strange, wonderful surges of pleasure rocketed through my body. Something was going to happen, and it was almost within reach when he pushed deeply and held himself there.
His thick cock pulsed as he spent. He groaned and rutted against me, short quick thrusts as he put the last of his seed in my womb. If I was to have a viking bastard, at least Vidar was one of the handsome ones. It was still better than being dragged to wherever they came from.
Finally he finished and withdrew, giving me a smarting smack on my backside before backing off with a laugh. His mates joined in. I flushed with a mixture of humiliation and excitement.
I wanted to be disgusted, but my sex burned, aching for more. I loved being at desired, being at their mercy. Knowing they were all watching. Being a woman turned out to be a complicated thing, but for now my purpose was simple. I looked around to see who was next.
Rolf stepped forward, of course. As chief, if he didn’t get first pick, he certainly got second. When he moved to my face instead of my other end, I didn’t at first understand. He put his prick against my lips, but I backed away.
“Munnr.” He was obviously frustrated, trying to remember the right word, but I didn’t know what he meant. “Munnr... mouth! In mouth.”
In my mouth? I shook my head. That didn’t seem right.
Once again he put the swollen head to my lips, and this time he put a hand behind my head so I couldn’t inch away. The scent of man filled my nostrils. “Mouth. Bargain.”
I couldn’t risk them taking me away. I would obey, but this seemed strange to me. Parting my lips, I let him in.
The thick shaft forced my mouth wide open. I tasted skin and sweat. And something else. It wasn’t as unpleasant as I thought it would be. Instinct and common sense told me to keep my teeth off, but beyond that I didn’t know what to do.
Rolf thrust as if he was between my legs. I tried to imagine what it was like for the man down there and tried to make my mouth feel the same. Pinching my lips around the veiny shaft, I went tight around him. He moaned, telling me I was doing something right.
Again instinct took over. While he used my mouth, my hips weaved back and forth of their own accord as if I was trying to lure another thick member into me. Even my mind was giving in, my reluctance forced aside by vivid images of men and their cocks doing unspeakable things to me.
The lewd sensations that built while Vidar took me returned. Somehow, having my mouth used was almost as thrilling as my sex. I didn’t understand it, but I succumbed to it nevertheless, relishing the tickling surges as they raced through me.
When Rolf pulled out, I whined, a soft sound not unnoticed by the men. They laughed and jostled, looking eager to take their turn. Several had already lowered their pants and were stroking themselves while watching. From having only just seen my first human prick in real life, I was quickly gaining experience.
Rolf moved to between my legs and lined himself up. He pushed, and we let out sighs of pleasure in unison. Not caring that I was already slick by Vidar, he sank deep, filling me. Even larger than his crewman, I was thankful he hadn’t been first.
A hard slap impacted with my buttocks, making me cry out and hunch my hips. Boisterous laughter filled my ears while he wrapped his hands around my waist and thrust. Any reluctance I might have had fell away as he bucked against me, his proud weapon spearing me over and over.
The men approached and gathered around us. A powerful bear of a man with dark curly hair stepped up and presented his swollen cock to my mouth. I hadn’t expected more than one at a time, but it didn’t matter. Eagerly, I parted my lips to let him in, revelling in being used at both ends.
My body trembled between them, powerful surges rushing through me. Rubbing against the crate below me as I was buffeted between the two men, my nipples ached and tingled. The thick shaft made it challenging to breathe. My nostrils flared as I tried to draw air around it.
I crested, and panicked at first, not knowing what it was. Waves of pleasure washed over me as my muscles tightened and my back arched. A white haze, thicker than any fog, clouded my vision while I trembled and shook. Powerful surges of pleasure raced through me with so much force I thought I would black out. I went taut like a bow string.
Rolf moaned as I clenched around him, my channel so tight he could barely move. His stabs grew erratic until he forced himself in to the hilt and stayed, swelling and pulsing. The warmth of his seed spread within me, wet and slick.
“Good woman.” He withdrew with a laugh, chased out by our juices running down the insides of my thighs.
Still shaking and moaning, I fought to regain control of my senses. Was it always this way? I might have squandered several years by waiting, but I was about to make up for lost time. Already two men had put their seed in me, but there were many yet to come.
The large man at my face wrapped his thick hand in my hair while he thrust at my throat. Rougher than Rolf had been, he fucked with abandon. Every thrust drove into the back of my mouth, gagging me, making my stomach lurch. I should have been terrified, repulsed, but somehow it only made me want more. Already I missed having someone in my dripping sex.
He pressed and held himself at the back of my mouth, and I realized I was about to taste his seed. A deep groan and he swelled, shooting thick and slippery liquid straight into my throat. What spilled on my tongue was bitter and salty, but most went straight to my stomach. Gagging and writhing, I gasped around him so I wouldn’t drown.
When he finally pulled back, it was as if I’d just resurfaced after a deep swim. I drew air, my breath ragged, while he moved away, his member already shrinking.
They only allowed me a couple of more coughs before they pulled me off the crate to stand, my legs wobbly and trembling. One of them, thick of neck and torso, and with a braided blond beard, lay down in the grass, fisting a large cock that stuck up like a spike. There was little doubt who was about to be impaled.
Guiding me to straddle him, they lowered me until the tip of his cock was nestled just between my folds. I drew a deep breath and forced myself onto the stiff shaft. Thick as the rest of him, it only slid in easily due to the slick juices easing his way. Even so, I went slowly, needing to adjust.
With a grunt of impatience, he wrapped his large hands around my hips and with a single pull drew me all the way down until his thighs pressed against my ass.
I cried out, the sound cut short by a thick cock filling my mouth and driving towards my throat. Again, I was fucked in both ends. They were rough, steering me with their hands, putting me where they wanted me. It was a chain of reactions, where each deep stab at my throat made my gut clench, and each clench squeezed the man beneath me.
My mind kept telling me that this was not right. That such force shouldn’t be so pleasurable. My body disagreed, and my hips rocked to better
feel the large shaft in my sex. I moaned throatily around the thick intruder between my lips. The warmth of a deep flush covered my face and chest, another rush already building within me.
In this upright position, I was more exposed than across the crate. Those without somewhere to fuck me, availed themselves with their hands instead, stroking my skin and squeezing my breasts. I squeaked when rough fingers pinched a nipple and pulled. A hard hand slapped my ass, leaving my skin burning. Every pain, every little ache combined into a sensation that was not quite pleasurable, but also not quite not. I began to tremble, and knew I was getting close.
The man in my mouth, taller and leaner than most of his crewmates, withdrew. With one hand wrapped in my locks, he skimmed up and down his shaft with the other. He let out a throaty groan and spent right at me. White slippery pearls spattered against my face, into my hair and my open mouth. Once more I tasted man, and this time I swallowed it gladly.
The man under me was right behind, and with a last upwards thrust filled me from below. His moans were in time with the pulses of his thickness as he spent. The sensations were too much, and I went over the precipice once again.
With a soft keen and ragged breaths, I peaked, my body clenching and shaking. I was caught in a whirlpool, swirling around and around, dizzy with pleasure. I felt tears bubbling forth as I writhed, still full of thick, wonderful cock. I knew I smiled, almost delirious, while I felt like crying. So good, but so confusing.
The blond beneath me pulled me down until my face rested on his hairy chest. His curls tickled my nose, but I was glad to not have to worry about toppling and falling on my face. With thick, muscled arms he held me while my pleasure ran its course and my breathing returned to normal.
The sensation of his cock softening and slithering out was a strange one. Even as it did, he backed out from under me until it was right in front of my face, glistening with our juices. Pushing my head just a little closer, he made it clear what he wanted. Parting my lips, I drew him in, marveling at how different it felt when it was soft. While hard it was demanding and angry, like this it seemed gentle and vulnerable.
The taste was much like when the others had spent in my mouth, with a tartness I didn’t recognize. It had to be my own flavor, which for some reason only excited me more. Suckling until I only tasted skin, it was only reluctantly that I let him slip out from my lips when he pulled away, leaving me with my face in the grass and my bottom in the air. I closed my eyes and waited, knowing I was nowhere near done.
One of them moved up behind me and sank easily into my sopping sex. Then, after a couple of strokes, he withdrew. I didn’t understand until I felt him press against my little rosebud. Was that even possible?
I groaned as the muscles around the opening resisted, but he refused to give up. The head of his cock parted me slowly, and it popped in, impossibly thick. How would this ever work? It hurt, and my muscles resisted every inch of the way, but aided by the slickness from my sex and his persistence, his shaft was soon in my ass to the hilt, his balls flush with my folds.
I gritted my teeth. The intrusion burned and everything in me screamed that something was wrong. Having realized since Rolf put his prick in my mouth, that our bargain meant they could do as they wished, I only hoped he wouldn’t damage anything while he took his pleasure. There couldn’t possibly be any in this for me.
The first stroke was agony, and I cried out. The viking behind me stroked my bottom and whispered something in that rolling tongue they spoke as if he was taming a mare. With my eyes tightly shut I focused on breathing as he took me.
It got easier. Slowly I adjusted to the intrusion and the ache faded. What I’d least expected happened as little tendrils of pleasure spread, tickling me from the inside. A soft chuckle sounded behind me when I let out the first moan that wasn’t in pain.
He wrapped his hands around my waist. While the pain was mostly gone, there was still discomfort as he sped up his thrusts. His long cock touched depths I never would have thought should be touched at all. Still, I adjusted again, and my moans grew louder and my breathing faster.
The sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the air, accompanied by our grunts and moans. I was so very close when he bottomed out and released. For a few moments he stayed, then he withdrew, done with me. I ached, but when my rosebud shut behind him, I wished he could have stayed just a little bit longer.
With some effort I managed to get back up on my knees, just as the next pair of crewmen approached. Or was I seeing double? I looked back and forth between the two young vikings, perhaps no more than twenty summers each. Tight curls were just making their first forays across their chests and their beards were short and unbraided. They were identical.
The crew laughed at my obvious confusion while the two men approached with amused grins.
“Brothers.” Rolf called out from a crate he was sitting on, watching us. “Bjarni.” The one on the left nodded. “Geirr.” The one on the right gave a hand gesture.
Twins. I licked my lips as the handsome brothers came close.
Bjarni laid down on his back while Geirr guided me to straddle him, only backwards. They held me down, my back on Bjarni’s chest and my arms tucked awkwardly between us. Lining himself up, he pushed into my bottom. When he was fully in me, he moved his arms up to hold me in place while gripping my sensitive breasts.
I had thought the other would use my mouth, but he moved down to between my legs. Wrapping long fingers around my ankles, he pushed them to my chest, creating an obscene display. My eyes went wide when I understood his intention.
He slid the head of his cock up and down my slit before nudging it into my dripping wet channel. Once in, he pushed, driving a slow thrust toward my core. My moan turned into a deep-throated scream. The cocks were thick, and there was no room to spare. I was doubly speared, trapped between two large men. The balance between delight and agony was a fine one.
For a few moments, I was only aware of our breathing and an incredible tightness between my legs. Geirr moved, and I drew a sharp breath. With a slow and measured motion, he pulled out until only the head of his stout cock was inside.
My body shook with want. I expected pain when he drove back in, but every part of me trembled in anticipation. His bright blue eyes gazed directly into mine when he filled me.
I cried. Because it hurt. Because it was so good. I wanted to grab him, but with my arms tied, I could only accept.
He repeated the motion, a little faster. I gritted my teeth. He did it again. My chest heaved. Again. Faster and faster. It was as if ropes of pleasure wrapped themselves around my abdomen and then tightened. My body arched and my head rolled back.
Bjarni, who’d kept still in my backside while I adjusted to his brother, ran out of patience. Just as Geirr pushed into me, Bjarni pulled back. My mouth opened when I tried to scream, but I couldn’t produce a sound. Just a hoarse wheeze. He pushed back in just as his brother pulled out and I sobbed. It was too much.
Settling into an alternating rhythm, they buffeted me like the rocking of a boat. I cried and moaned while they fucked me doubly and Bjarni expertly manipulated my breasts. Again I was getting close, and it was going to be big.
When the dam burst, it crashed into me like a tidal wave spilling onto land. I went painfully tight around the thick shafts, trembling in pleasure. Wave after delightful wave washed over me while I half moaned, half screamed. My urge to beat the ground below me or the chest before was so strong that I rubbed my wrists raw trying to get my fists loose. Through it all, the two vikings continued their thrusts, furthering my frenzied spasms until I slumped limply between them, exhausted.
For a while, the world was blank, a dream that I slowly reawoke from. I opened my eyes. The first thing I saw was Geirr, his face looking at me in awe, his mouth half open and his deep blue eyes staring. Glancing about me, I saw the same expressions on all the men around me. I had to have put on quite a show.
Bjarni twitched, reminding me of the rigid shafts
in me. His twitch set off one in me, which again set off Geirr. I pushed against them, just a little. Enough to let them know I wasn’t done. I found myself amazed that this was true, but tired as I was, the only thing on my mind was to continue. To feel those wonderful cocks slide in and out. To be used, over and over. I was theirs.
The brothers responded, starting back up those firm strokes that had just brought me over the edge. I closed my eyes, tipped my head back and let them do as they willed. Soon they were pounding away, just like before, drawing moans and sharp breaths from me.
Something stirred near my face, and I opened my eyes to see. My vision was filled with cock. Right in front, a burly viking with a ugly scar down his side stroked his beautiful member while aiming it at my face. I smiled, and parted my lips in invitation.
With no hesitation, he pushed in, tastes of sweat and skin filling my mouth. Swirling my tongue, I teased the ridge behind the head while keeping my lips tight. Still stroking the exposed part of his member, his fist bumped my face with every stroke as he brought himself closer. He stiffened and my mouth was flooded with seed. I swallowed every drop.
As he pulled away, the brothers neared their own points of no return. They filled me in near unison, groaning as they spent. They pulled out, and others took their places, manipulating me into whatever positions made their use of me simpler.
For a long time, there were nothing but cocks. Hard ones, wet ones, long ones, short ones, softening and hardening, rough and gentle.
The sun was setting when I suddenly found myself on my knees in the grass without a shaft in any of my holes. After so long, it felt strange, as if I’d been abandoned. I ached all over, my knees and arms bruised. I was a mess. Seed dripped from my sex and ass. It ran down my face and breasts. It filled my hair. Only my situation kept me from curling up and sleeping right where I was. Around me, the whole crew sat or lay resting, looking nearly as exhausted.
So now what? Had I done it? Would I go free now? Part of me almost regretted it.
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