Taken By Vikings Ch. 02

This is fantasy. The author does not condone rape in real life. This is part two of a possibly ongoing series and part one should probably be read first. Comments and feedback are most welcome.

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The busty captives were led towards the Viking ships beached on the strand near what was once a small village on the south coast of Wessex. Brunn and Ulf rode their stolen horses slowly, matching the pace of Gunnar, who held the short length of rope which leashed Hild and Eawyn. They skirted the actual village to avoid the searing heat of the burning wood and thatch buildings but the carnage was evident.

Hild and her mother, Eawyn were spared the sight of their menfolk's bodies which lay at the far end of the village, but from the devastation it was clear the men hadn't survived the raid. Both women were still too shocked for the loss to register in their minds. A perfectly ordinary day had turned very badly for them. Hild had been attacked by a man she should have been able to trust and Eawyn had been trussed up and left in her house to listen as her daughter was raped just outside the door.

After the initial attack they had tried to flee but were captured and taken by the mounted warriors who were shouting greetings to their shipmates as they rode beside their prizes. Eawyn was led by Gunnar, the young warrior who had raped her on all fours in the field near her house. He looked to be the same age as Hild. Eighteen summers. And he'd forced his cock inside her while the other two crouched and played with her pendulous tits.

The young man kept looking back at the women and Eawyn felt humiliated each time he glanced at her. She was almost naked. She wore only a torn shirt and it gave little coverage. Torn open completely at the front, it would not cover her tits and they swayed and jiggled as she stumbled over the uneven ground. Its hem hung just below her round buttocks and her matted dark blonde pubic hair was visible. Gunnar's semen was now drying on her inner thighs.

Hild walked a couple of paces behind her mother and although her rear was covered down to her knees, her plain woolen dress had been slit all the way down the front. The eighteen year old beauty's spectacular tits bobbed on her chest as she walked unsteadily barefoot in her mother's wake and her downy, well greased cunt leaked the cum of Brunn and Ulf.

Four men had invaded her cunt that fateful morning, three of them squirting deep inside her clutching, quivering quim. Her mind was reeling at the intensity of the climaxes those three men had given her and she didn't doubt she would have cum if Godric had continued what he'd started instead of pulling out and running away from the imminent arrival of the Danes who now held them captive.

During the walk to the village the Vikings had talked and laughed but Hild couldn't understand what they were saying. Gunnar had kept looking at her exposed body and grinning lustfully. It sounded to Hild as if the young one was alternately begging, arguing with or trying to cajole the slightly older, mounted men. She didn't know Gunnar was asking Brunn and Ulf if he could quickly use Hild before they reached the ships. They had laughed and denied him his pleasure, causing him to plead, curse, whine and offer silver for the girl, all to no avail. When he pouted Brunn and Ulf roared with laughter. But Gunnar couldn't stay mad for more than a few seconds. It had been a very successful morning for the young man and he was happy.

He'd been persistent during the walk but had given up now the other men were near, knowing he wouldn't get his chance at the girl for a while yet. Einar's crew were very well disciplined and nothing would distract them from their duties readying the ships to leave. Their lives depended on it.

Einar, hugely muscled and almost as hugely bearded, strode towards Brunn and Ulf shouting greetings and good natured insults. The warriors dismounted and walked towards the man who had been like a favorite uncle when they were younger and who now led them in battle and raids. Einar's unruly red beard and hair flowed in the strong breeze coming onto the beach and he leered at the women now standing nervously in front of him. The breeze was lifting and blowing the women's tattered clothes, exposing them even more.

Einar stepped up to Hild and Eawyn and quickly reached out with both hands to grab one tit of each woman. He weighed the heavy globes in his hands, then turned and grinned wildly at his protégés 'Well done,' he said and whistled appreciatively. Then he grabbed each woman's nipple between his thumb and the side of his forefinger. He pinched hard and shook their tits up and down briefly and said 'Get them on board with the others. We're almost ready,' then he let the tits go to jiggle back into place and shouted orders, his stentorian voice carrying across the strand and spurring men to action.

Hild and Eawyn flinched at his rough handling of their tits. Both women's breasts were aching from a morning of maltreatment. Hild's cunny was now salivating and she'd almost mewed when Einar had shaken her tit, for even though they ached it was a delicious kind of ache. She felt her tits and cunny were linked somehow and the ache in her tits was causing her cunt to ready itself for cock. She was wet and open, the cum of the Vikings had trickled to the insides of her knees. She didn't know why she was feeling like that. Eawyn didn't seem to be aroused. Both of Hild's light pink nipples were hard and her left nipple throbbed from Einar's attentions.

Gunnar tugged the leash and led the women towards the nearest ship. 'Come on you Saxon sluts,' he said as he started off. Ulf and Brunn rode the horses to the second ship where all the other livestock captured in the raid were being loaded along with a few of the women. The rest of the captive women were in the ship which Eawyn and Hild were now being prodded aboard. They walked unsteadily up the narrow plank and were shoved into the middle of the ship.

Neither woman could meet the eyes of the other prisoners even though they knew none of them were unmolested and all were in various states of undress. None of them talked. All lost in their own shame and thoughts of an uncertain future. Some of the raiders were now at their oars, sitting on sea chests and waiting for orders. Jarl Einar leapt aboard his ship followed by Brunn and Ulf.

The younger men took their places and readied their oars while Einar stood with the long steering oar in hand. He looked over at the other ship and saw all was ready and he looked at his haul from the mornings short and bloody work. He was pleased and decided it had been worth the long voyage. He wasn't able to raid closer to home because of treaties with different Saxon lords, so south he had sailed. Now it was time to go. 'A good day's work, men!' he roared 'Let's go home!'

The ships were pushed off the shingle beach and out into the thin surf. They had such a shallow draft they could sail in very shallow water and soon the oars turned the vessels and then found their rhythm and the ships headed to deeper water. All the women crouched and shivered with fear. None of them had ever been on a boat and because the Viking ships floated on top, rather than cut through the water, the movement was frightening to them. The Danes rode the motion like they were born to it.

Hild looked up and saw Einar steering the ship. He was staring straight at her and she knew he could see everything of her as she squatted there. She felt his eyes all over her and she felt a tickling in her clit. She wanted to move her hand to it and rub but she daren't move. Einar still leered. It seemed to be making the ache in her tits and the hollow, hungry feeling deep in her cunt all the more noticeable. In fact it was all she could think of.

She glanced up again and gasped as she saw the bulge growing in Einar's woolen breeches. It was moving and twitching as it erected quickly and Hild could no more take her eyes off it than Einar could tear his gaze from the squatting girl's exposed cunt and perfect tits.

Several calls from his men eventually caught his attention and he snapped his head to where the men were pointing. The shoreline past the village's beach rose to hilly bluffs and there they could see armed and mounted Saxons. There must have been over a hundred spears and the Vikings laughed and jeered at the spearmen who could do nothing but watch. The ships were out of bowshot but were still close enough that the Saxons could see everything.

Einar roared to the other ship to slow down then he leered at Hild again. He held the steering oar with his right hand and beckoned to Hild with his left. 'Come here!' he commanded her. He knew some of the Saxon language and Hild's eyes met his. 'Come here,' he repeated and she shakily half stood, trying to balance while the ship rode the gentle swell. She gingerly made her way towards the huge and frightening warrior.

When she was within reach Einar grabbed her long blonde hair at the back of her head and thrust her out over the side of the ship. Her bare feet clutched and scrabbled at the top strake of the ship and she screamed, fearing she was about to be thrown into the blue-green murk. She couldn't swim and her arms flailed in panic, her tits wobbling and shaking on her chest. Einar pulled her back in and looked her in the face. He made two loud chomping sounds with his bared teeth then slowly shook his head before hanging her out over the side of the ship again. He could easily lift the girl with one hand. He pulled her back just as quickly as he'd pushed her out and looked in her eyes again. She nodded her understanding. No biting. Her mind was reeling. No biting what?

Einar forced her to her knees and let go of her hair just long enough to unlace his breeches and free his large, angry looking cock. He grabbed the beauty's hair again and began rubbing his cock against her face. She screamed and squealed and he eventually found her mouth with his cock and entered the noisy wet hole. Her squeals were gagged and Hild's mouth opened wide to accommodate the slippery head of Einar's cock. She was no virgin and had been raped by four men that very morning but she'd never had a cock in her mouth before. Now she understood why Einar didn't want her to bite. She could barely move her jaw as the huge cock forced its way inside her mouth. He'd left smears of precum all over her face where he'd rubbed his cock and now Hild could smell cunt on the thick twitching shaft and in his dark red pubic hair.

The Vikings at the oars all laughed and cheered Einar on as he began to thrust Hild's head up and down his cock rapidly, her squeals stuttered wildly around Einar's prick. She felt such humiliation at being used like this, not only in front of her mother and the other captured women, but the Danes and her own countrymen watching from the bluff. But as humiliated and shamed as she felt she also felt the roiling in her womb. Her cunt ached to be penetrated and she admitted to herself she wished the thick cock fucking her face would soon be rammed inside her.

The girl's large, firm, outstanding tits jostled and bounced and she was making loud 'gluck gluck gluck' sounds while Einar fucked her face. There was a scream from the other ship and Hild glanced sideways as far as she could. A woman was grabbing the top strake of the ship and her tits shook as she was rapidly fucked from behind by the steersman. Both ships crews were lustily encouraging the defilement of the Saxon women in front of their countrymen.

Einar's thick cock kept blocking the back of Hild's throat and her gag reflex was creating copious quantities of thick saliva. It spattered from her chin and lips and dripped from Einar's balls in long white ropes to fall on her tits. Some fell into her cleavage and her firm, fat tits rubbed together causing her cleavage to become almost instantly wet and shiny and slippery.

On the edge of the bluff the Reeve sat atop his horse and watched helplessly, and not without some jealousy. He disregarded the woman being raped on the second ship and stared at Hild. She had been an incredible fuck and now he regretted not taking her for himself. His cock rose as he remembered forcing himself on her. The ecstasy of emptying his balls deep inside her while her cunt twitched and clenched hard all up and down his cockshaft.

She had milked him dry and now the Danes would have her. He was angry at himself now, but he had plans to sate his lust on someone's wife later and the thought calmed him. He resignedly contented himself to enjoying the sight of Hild's nakedness one last time. The other men watched eagerly and commented to their neighbors between hurling insults at the Vikings. All the men knew of the blacksmith's daughter and not one of them wouldn't have swapped places with the Viking defiling her now.

Einar roared loudly and clenched his buttocks while continuing to push and pull the girl's mouth up and down his cock. His balls tightened up and the first hard, thick squirt hit the back of Hild's throat. She swallowed instinctively but the next shot from the Viking's cock splashed off the back of her soft palate and dripped from her mouth along with her thick, slick saliva.

He held her head in place by her hair and temporarily let go of the steering oar to reach down and grab onto her left tit. He squeezed the slippery orb hard as he came and came into her mouth. Even his huge hand couldn't contain her whole tit but he gripped it in his fist until the girl cried aloud around his squirting cock.

The last of his load oozed out onto her tongue and her tit slipped painfully from his grip. Hild had felt her cunt flooding with her juices when the Viking was crushing her tit and she hoped he hadn't heard her groan of pleasure over the lusty cheers of his men and the squealing of the woman on the other ship.

Einar pulled his cock from between Hild's slackened, dripping jaws and she coughed and tried to swallow. He still had her by the hair on the back of her head and he stood her up to face the Saxons on the bluff. She could feel his mighty cock rubbing into the small of her back while he groped her all over in front of her countrymen. The other woman was being treated similarly, having her tits jiggled and juggled and groped and her wet cunt roughly fingered all in plain sight of the Saxons on the hill. The ships crews cheered and called insults to the horsemen.

Then Einar shoved Hild back towards the other women. He stowed his cock and laced his breeches and gave the order to row for home. They left the frustrated horsemen in their wake and the ships were soon skimming fast over the mild swell. The Danes sang as they rowed. Hild squatted among the other captives. None spoke to her and her mother was separated from her. She wiped her face on her ruined dress and surreptitiously gathered the hem to wipe up the slick mess of Einar's cum and her own thick spittle he'd smeared roughly on her tits. Her nipples ached and she tried to stifle the moans escaping from her recently ravaged mouth as she ran the rough woolen cloth over her tender teats.

Once her tits had been wiped she slowly wiped between her legs. The touch of the cloth on her cunt almost made her weep and she yearned to push as many of her fingers into herself as she could fit and finger her cunny until her whole body shook and shuddered. It was too much to bear so she only wiped it once, fearing the temptation to continue until climax would be too great.

She looked up and Einar caught her eye. He chuckled to himself and let his gaze wander the horizon, now focused solely on getting his men and the proceeds of his raid home safely. It was a successful raid. Netting him five good horses, two bullocks, some silver and a few good weapons along with the seventeen women. Every woman who had been caught in the village had been raped, but only the best looking ones were taken captive to be slaves or sold on. The others had been let go to stumble away in torn clothes and tell other Saxons of the ferocity of the Danes.

Hild squatted in her slit open dress. Her wet cunt was drying and cooling then drooling again in the open air. Her tits were swollen and her nipples erect and the women crowded around her thought she was sobbing because of what had happened to her. But Hild was crying with frustration. It was a real physical need for her to climax and she was shamed by that need. She could taste Einar's semen on her tongue and that was contributing to the wetness in her cunt.

She wondered if Eawyn had ever sucked her father's cock. She recalled hearing them fucking and she knew the wet noises Eawyn's cunt made while the blacksmith humped into her but she'd never heard her mother going 'gluck gluck gluck' as Hild had done. None of the boys she had let fuck her had ever tried to put it in her mouth. And she didn't think her brother had thought of it or he surely would have tried it with her instead of just rubbing his cock against her hip and fondling and groping her big tits until he came.

What was wrong with her, she wondered. All she could do was think of sex. Hard cocks squirting semen and men wanting to push and shove those cocks in her mouth and cunt. Wanting to grope and maul her tits. All she wanted to do was cum and cum. Hild was ashamed of herself. She let out another sob, but it wasn't for shame. It was for the emptiness in her cunt.

The warriors had been rowing for hours now, seemingly with limitless energy. The wind had picked up and towards late afternoon Einar and the other shipmaster knew there was a storm on the horizon. Rather than sail into it and risk losing some of his bounty over the side he shouted over to find a cove where they could put in for the night. The coast here was dominated by high cliffs and there were some wide, isolated beaches where they would be safe for the night.

A place was soon selected and a couple of hours before dusk they beached the ships and a score of warriors jumped overboard to fan out and scout for trouble. They soon reported back there was no sign of habitation. No smoke from fires. No domestic livestock roaming around. Einar gave the order to disembark and some of the women screamed as they were grabbed and manhandled to the side of the boat then tossed overboard to be caught and pawed at by a rough Viking or to splash in the shallows to stagger ashore all wet.

Hild was caught by Brunn who waded up the beach and put her on her feet. He slid his hands all over her body and she felt his cock erecting as he pressed against her. She gasped as he slid his calloused finger up and down her slit. Her knees wobbled and he raised his hands to fondle her tits before pushing her towards where the rest of the women were standing. Hild stood there shaking. Her cunt had cried for the Viking, her Viking, to take her roughly right there on the beach but the treacherous organ had been thwarted again.

Brunn was tempted to ram his cock up his prize's cunt again but there was work to do first. Firewood was being gathered. Large leather tents were being put up. The livestock was tethered and sentries were placed. Aleskins were gathered from sea chests. Brunn went off to do his share.

Eawyn had been dumped into the knee high water and now walked towards the group of women. Her white shirt clung to the outside of her oversized floppy tits and Vikings called obscenities to her as she stumbled up the beach. Gunnar walked past her then fell in behind her and quickly reached around to grab her sloppy udders and jiggle them up and down. He called out over her shoulder to another man carrying an armload of driftwood for the fires 'Hey, Oleg! I fucked this one! Look at the size of her tits!'

Eawyn slapped at Gunnar's hands and cursed the young man who had defiled her. He let her tits flop back down and swatted her ass as he walked off, laughing, to help Oleg with the firewood. Eawyn found her daughter and they embraced. 'Did he hurt you?' she asked her daughter. 'No,' Hild whispered back before falling into silence. All the women were apprehensive and there was an occasional squeal as one or another would be groped or goosed by the Danes passing by. When the camp was ready and the warriors not on guard were all gathered around leering at the seventeen women, Einar called their attention.