Taken By Vikings

The following story is fantasy and the author does not condone rape in real life. All characters are over eighteen years of age. Comments are welcome.

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In a small farmhouse near a small village on the south coast of Wessex in the year 860 A.D, Hild was getting ready to start her chores. Her father was a Blacksmith. A huge and angry man. Very difficult to deal with but his skills had made his reputation and he was made welcome by whichever Ealdorman hired him. He and Hild's older brother had left at sunrise, taking the oxcart to the forge on the edge of the village.

They'd been here for around three years and Hild liked it. Her mother, Eawyn, was happy here too. The Ealdorman had given them the use of this small plot of land above the village to live in while the blacksmith was in his hire. She loved the view out to sea. Even the small wood and thatch buildings of the village didn't seem so dirty from up here. Then there were the fields behind her and the forest further on. Hild and Eawyn sang and hummed to themselves while going about their work.

About an hour after sunrise Hild was churning butter. This summer was warm and she was breathing heavily and perspiring as she worked the churn. Her plump breasts jiggled and swayed beneath her thin woolen shift. She could feel beads of perspiration trickle down her cleavage.

Her tits. That's what men first noticed about the eighteen year old with the long flaxen hair. They were large and pliable, yet firm enough to still stand out some way by themselves. The light pink nipples capping her mounds often stood out firm against her outer clothing and few men could tear their eyes from them. When their gaze wandered to the rest of her they were not disappointed. She was a beauty. Short and athletically built with shapely and well muscled thighs and buttocks. The soft curve of her midriff climbed to those wondrous breasts. Her face was pretty and not yet weatherworn and lined. The skin smooth and lustrous. Eyes of green and a ready smile could even sometimes disarm her formidable father.

Eawyn and the smith were fiercely protective of their lovely daughter and even though she was eighteen she had never been married. Her father deemed all of her many suitors to be unacceptable. That's not to say she was a virgin. Unknown to her parents and elder brother she had lain with a few boys of her own age. The smith would growl and curse at any man he found eyeing his daughter. It was enough to discourage the great majority of the men he worked with and around, and for. But the persistence of a horny boy and a willing girl will find a way eventually, so Hild was no virgin.

She stood away from the churn and arched her back, yawning. She hadn't slept until the early hours of the morning. Not long after her father had secured the door and extinguished the candles she heard him fucking her mother on their pallet. She heard the straw rustling, the scuffling of bodies, the grunting, the sighing, the moaning. The slapping of flesh together and Eawyn's gasps until the huge smith somehow stifled a roar of pleasure before slumping in the darkness and the only sound was the sound of heavy breathing and her own heartbeat in her ears.

Hild's mother was still desirable for her age. Short like her daughter but plumper with the same friendly, open face and dazzling smile, although Eawyn had lost a couple of molars. Her breasts had nurtured four children, two of whom survived. They had gotten larger and were now soft and hung pendulously from her chest. Men still admired them and the smith rarely had his rough and calloused hands far from them when he was around her. Hild had lately noticed her brother's eye settling on Eawyn's tits whenever the smith was out of sight or occupied. She'd noticed the hardness pushing against his breeches as he watched, too. She'd felt that hardness only last night.

Her brother was three years older than her and powerfully built like their father. For a few months now he would wait until the smith was breathing loudly and rhythmically, sure of his slumber. Then he would crawl stealthily, his cock aching and twitching between his naked thighs over to Hild.

She always tried to silently push him away. Eager for sleep after her own silent release. Her strong, deft fingers had worked in and around her cunt while her parents fucked noisily in the dark on the other side of the long hut. Now all she wanted to do was sleep until her workday began anew.

Her brother had different ideas. He made his way under her blanket and lay next to her on her pallet. She had twisted around and was trying to push and kick him out silently. Breathily asking him to stop and go away. They had both learned from an early age not to wake the sleeping giant.

But her brother was strong. He was persistent. He was very hard and very horny. And up until recently he would have stroked his shaft until he came, rolled over and slept fitfully from a days hard labor. But now he wanted more. He wanted to feel Hild's tits. He really wanted to feel Eawyn's tits, but his father was wont to kill him or at least beat him to near death, so Hild's tits would more than do.

Finally, she sighed and gave up. Her brother pushed her onto her back and slid his body into contact with her side. She felt the heat and hardness of his cock on her hip, then she felt his hands. His hot, rugged hands roaming over her while he pulsed his cock against her.

The hands, groping and sliding and caressing and kneading. Now heading down her body. To her tummy and lower. Now one hand had the hem of her shift. It went under to touch smooth, silken skin which soon goose-fleshed all over her. Against her will her nipples hardened and areolas puckered.

Hild was on her back. Her tits sloped only slightly to the sides of her chest. Or they would have if they hadn't been firmly gripped by her brother. Her head was cradled in his left elbow. His left hand gripped and palpated her left breast. His right hand played with her right tit and he ground his cock into her hip. It was skin against skin now her shift was raised so he could access her teats and she felt the warm, slippery wetness leaking from his cock as he rubbed it against her.

Tonight he was groping her roughly and she kept her hand close to her mouth so she could muffle any involuntary squeaks and squeals when he pinched or pulled or twisted too hard. When she held her hand over her mouth she could smell her own cunt on her fingers and was only too aware of the new and growing wetness beneath the matted thatch of light brown pubic hair.

Without warning he held his breath, tightened his hold on his sister's big tits and ground so hard against her she moved sideways a little. Then both of them felt the insistent squirting between them. Pulse after pulse of pleasure wracked her brother's body but all she felt was a his cock throbbing against her and warm, slick wetness on her hip, slowly trickling and cooling as it slid downwards to go under her lower back and onto her pallet. She'd have to sleep in it again. When he was finished he wordlessly released his grip and slid out from under the blanket to return to his own pallet where his deep snores would join those of his father.

Hild was left with sore tits and an aching, unfulfilled feeling deep in her cunt. He'd been doing this for months now. Every time their parents fucked he would eventually make his way over to her, play with her tits and rub against her until he spilled his seed on her. Sometimes he would wake her several times. She wondered if he would ever touch her cunny. Put his fingers or even his cock in her. It hadn't happened so far and probably wouldn't due to fear of fathering an incestuous bastard on her. She'd decided to patiently endure his groping , as her mother endured the smith's persistent groping while she went about her business.

So that was the night before. Hild now stretched her arms above her head and yawned again. She silently wished her father would restrain himself from fucking Eawyn and not excite his son tonight. It would be nice to get a whole night's sleep. The sound of galloping hooves coming across the field from the forest snapped her attention back to the present.

She turned her face from the sun and opened her eyes quickly. Five men on horseback. Armed. Closer now. She could make out their livery. The men were wearing the colors of the shire Reeve. They'd been hunting, she could tell now. A boar lay across the back of one of the horses and one of the men carried a boar spear, its blade still stained.

Hild stood out as a shining beacon. Yellow gold hair and milk pale skin amid the greens of the grass and the weathered grey of the wood and stone building. The riders wheeled and headed towards her. She stood, waiting. Relieved. She knew these men. Her father worked for their master and all knew his reputation regarding his daughter.

It didn't stop their eyes though. They all reined in around her and the Reeve, an older man in his forties, weather-beaten and rugged, smiled down at her and greeted her cheerfully enough. His eyes darted from hers down to her ample cleavage and prominent nipples and back to her pretty face. His men's gazes never left her chest. Some were licking their lips but she paid it no mind. Men had looked at her like that since she developed but she had the protection of her father, so she wasn't worried.

The Reeve told her they'd been hunting since dawn and since they were passing this way her father owed him some money and he was eager to collect it. Hild explained her father was at the forge and she knew nothing about any of his business dealings, but would he and his men like food and drink?

Eawyn had come to the door when she heard the voices and briefly greeted the Reeve, adding her husband was at the forge and like Hild, she knew nothing of any money owed. She went to fetch bread and cheese and ale for the men, humming and quite happy at the appreciative glances some of them had given her. She also noticed the stares at Hild's hard nipples and laughed to herself thinking how lucky those men were that the girl's father wasn't here to see them ogling his daughter's tits.She remembered how hers had once stood out as proud as Hild's and sighed when she hefted her own huge, soft udders and let them fall.

While Eawyn was occupied in the house the Reeve contentedly chatted with the pretty girl. His men were glad to stay mounted and watch her. Trying to see further down into her cleavage. Imagining what it would feel like to touch her, to fuck her. They all shifted in their saddles.

The Reeve looked up from the girl's smiling face and as he peered past the small village to the nearby coast he saw them, and his own smile evaporated. Two dragon boats. Danes. Vikings!

He got the attention of his men and they jostled around, trying to decide what to do, their horses nervous at the tension and fear of the men. Hild had turned and was now watching as the ships ran aground on the shingle beach. Men with round shields were jumping from the boat to splash from the wavelets and race up the beach towards the village. Even from this distance she could tell they were big men. Warriors.

Danes had come before. Traders. Her father had not allowed her or Eawyn into the village while they were there. But Hild remembered the boats hadn't had the dragon heads on them then. These men didn't look like traders. Traders didn't run up the beach with weapons in hand.

Soon they all heard the screaming on the wind coming inland from the village. Hild turned to the Reeve and said "My father." The Reeve was squinting, trying to make out the carnage surely going on. What was he to do? He only had four men with him and they were all only armed and armored for hunting. There were two fighting ships crews down among the fishermen and tradesmen of the village. Over sixty savage heathen killers. His only option was to ride for the fort to gather men.

Hild saw the smoke coming from one of the buildings and screamed "Father!" The Reeve snapped his attention back to the girl. The smith was a huge and frightening bastard. And the son had proved himself a brawler in the village tavern. If they were armed and could fight their way free they may possibly escape, but he didn't think it possible. The numbers were against them so it was more likely they'd die on a Danish sword or axe blade if they were inclined to fight. Or they may have been taken. Blacksmiths were valuable.

In any case, it was very unlikely he would ever collect his debt from the smith. He eyed the girl again. Those tits were so tempting. He had to get back to the Ealdorman and gather enough men to see off the Danes, or perhaps they would quickly raid and leave. In any case, the raiders would surely come this far inland in search of plunder, livestock and slaves.

He decided he couldn't afford the responsibility of seeing the women safe and in caring for them and paying for their food and lodging. And if the blacksmith and his son were dead or taken these women were just burdens. Very pretty burdens, but he could have his pick of his own slaves or those of the Ealdorman. So these women were on their own.

His cock had been hardening steadily. It would take the Vikings a little time to come out this far. Both women would be raped by the Vikings soon anyway and they would take them both as slaves. The only witnesses would be his own men and he was sure none of them would complain.

Hild was shaking now. Worried and frightened. She kept glancing from the dying village to the mounted Reeve, her firm tits dancing under her thin woolen shift. A couple of the men groaned audibly. "What about my father!" Hild cried.

Now Eawyn was at her side. Gaping at the village and the boats. The Reeve looked at Hild's tits wolfishly. "Your father is fucked. And so are you. Nevertheless, he owed me money. And as you don't have it available I'll take it in kind." Hild looked puzzled as he dismounted and wondered what he was talking about. In kind? What does that mean? She soon found out.

Eawyn was shocked from her baleful reverie by her daughter's scream. The Reeve had put his hand on the neckline of Hild's shift and torn down with a great deal of strength. Hild's supple tits bounced into view. Her head was jerked down and as she righted herself her breasts jiggled enticingly. The mounted men shouted their approval.

Hild quickly crossed her arms and shouted "No!" Eawyn tried to shield her daughter, her own massive tits swaying under her clothes. Two of the men dismounted and grabbed Eawyn, dragging her screaming into the house while they laughed and groped her over her clothes. The Reeve continued advancing on Hild. She stumbled backwards and he easily caught her by the upper arms and swung her around, throwing her into the soft grass. He quickly followed her down and covered her with his body.

The other men had dismounted now and stood around her and the Reeve. Now her screams were mingled with those of Eawyn's coming from inside the house. Her naked tits bobbed on her chest when they weren't being squashed against her by the Reeve. He had raised the hem of her knee length shift up above her waist. The men moved so they could catch glimpses of her lightly furred cunt while her legs kicked out and wriggled around.

She struggled fiercely. This was not her brother wanting to feel her tits and rub against her. She knew what he wanted to do with the hard cock she could feel pressing against her as they struggled. She wouldn't allow herself to just give in and let him get it over with as she did for her brother.

The two who had taken Eawyn into the house came out. She was still screaming from inside the house. The men explained to the others they'd decided to tie up the mother so they could watch the despoilment of her luscious daughter.

The Reeve was having trouble with her for she fought bravely. Several times he'd caught both her wrists in one of his hands, and with the other he'd began to extricate his cock from his breeches. But she had thwarted him thus far. One of her hands would escape and search for his eyes to claw or to stop his hand from doing what it was doing. Finally he ordered the two who had restrained Eawyn to grab an arm each and hold her.

She could do little now. Her arms were restrained by much larger men. She couldn't move them no matter how hard she tried. She kicked and screamed as the Reeve fumbled at his crotch and soon his turgid cock was exposed. "Nooooooo!" screamed Hild, now powerless to defend herself.

The Reeve positioned himself and shoved roughly into her, momentarily shocking the air out of her. It was quiet for a second, then Hild wailed into the air, joined by the harrowed scream of her mother, who could hear and imagine what was happening to her daughter.

Her chin was thrust upwards, wanting her face as far from the grunting Reeve's as she could get it. The veins in her neck stood out and her whole body tensed in a futile effort to expel the Reeve's invading cock.

Now he humped into her, shoving forwards hard. Grinding her firm buttocks into the soft grass just outside her own door. As she thrashed her head from side to side she caught glimpses of the leering men, the lecherous face of the Reeve as he watched her tits shudder with each hard thrust, the green fields and forest she loved so much, the village, now amid a pall of smoke in the near distance. When the breeze gusted she could hear screams from the village and knew women there were being raped as well. She knew them all and was friendly with most.

But they were being taken by the Vikings. Not their own countrymen. Men who should be protecting and rescuing them. Why was the Reeve doing this to her? She couldn't understand. She also couldn't understand why her cunt had begun to moisten and steadily get wetter soon after the Reeve had penetrated her.

She'd already been a little moist. When she stretched her body in the morning sun and arched her back she felt her nipples harden and her cunny begin to excite while her mind flashed to the previous night. She thought about father fucking her mother hard on their straw pallet. How she'd rubbed and fingered herself quietly listening to them. How she'd almost been asleep when her brother started pestering her. How he'd mauled her breasts and humped against her smooth hip until he squirted. How her cunt had become soaked again and how sleep evaded her until she found sweet release with her fingers once more.

So she was slightly wet when the Reeve began his attack on her. Probably a good thing for he may have hurt her while her cunt took time, no matter how short, to respond. It was responding now. He had betrayed her by attacking her and now her own body was betraying her.

He had leant back and filled his hands with her tits and now he squeezed hard and leant on them while he fucked her harder and faster. His men laughed and groaned lustfully and cheered him on. Hild got wetter and wetter. Warm waves of pleasure pulsed through her tensed body and she shuddered. This shouldn't feel this good. She was angry at herself and embarrassed, knowing she would soon climax. At least she knew how to cum in silence, having had so much practice playing with herself whilst listening to her mother and father lustily fucking in the dark not far from her own bed. She prayed they wouldn't know she was cumming.

Hild opened her eyes and could see them all. They stood around her, watching and rubbing the front of their trousers which were tented out by their erections. The Reeve was fucking her hard and fast now. His face grimaced and straining. He would have loved to have taken his time with her. To share her with his men and to take the mother too, but he was ever mindful of the imminent arrival of the murderous Danes. He had to use her and finish quickly just to sate his lust and so he could say in his own mind he had been paid his due by the blacksmith.