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Click here"You saw how your loving wife fucked us all. What a feeling it was when she came on my cock. She really wanted it then alright. I could feel her hard little nubbles right through my shirt. I had to taste them. And the smell of her sex. You could tell that she loved doing me. She finally was fucked by a man with a real cock. She would never have been satisfied with your little thing again."
At this father seemed to go crazy. He had obviously been working his bonds loose all the time and was now free. He threw the two men off that were holding him and straight armed one of them while grabbing his sword from his scabbard and went berserk using the sword brilliantly until he had killed them all. He ran out of the house waving the bloody sword, shouting and screaming, and that was the last I saw of him.
The girls looked shocked. They remembered the long hours they remained hidden in the house until they felt safe to come out. The scene they encountered was devastation on a grand scale. Bodies lay hacked and bloody in piles. In each house they went into the same story. Women and girls lay spreadeagled; their wide eyes no longer able to see the use they had been put. Blood and semen caked their thighs. Often, their genitals had been mutilated. Sometimes their breasts had been cut off. Men had been castrated and killed. Some sat in bizarre positions with portions of their sexual organs in their mouths. The image of Ulfrit, still alive, still haunted them.
"Please," he had whispered "please leave our daughters alone. How can you make us watch this. It is alright Marta, it will not hurt in a minute. That's right my dear just move up and down on my cock like that. Does it feel better now. No, no don't take them from us. How could they? How could they? Annie are you alright. Annie? Annie? You are bleeding. Annie?"
He had died in Alana's arms as he rambled his last words. They lay him down next to his wife Annie, placing their arms around each other as they had done so often in life.
The attack on the village had been intentionally brutal to intimidate other border villages into satisfying the demands of the raiders. Two silver pieces for each adult over 30, two coppers for a child. If a village couldn't afford the tribute the village could agree to provide people as slave labour. Any man or woman under 30 was worth 5 silver pieces; a woman under 20 was worth 10 silver pieces; female virgins an additional 10 silver pieces.
At the current rate of 3 silvers to a gold, a village stood to lose most of its young, able and skilled inhabitants. A further catch was that the invader got to choose which people it wanted. Although the king's armies were attempting to protect the border, they were too few for the length of border and the raiders struck quickly and were gone before they could respond in most cases. Several villages had objected and this was the result.
The girls had searched among the maimed and dead but discovered no trace of their father or mother.
- COMMENTS
Rhythm_N_Oozeabout 13 years agoAuthorThanks for your comments. They're always welcome. The story was my first attempt at writing erotica and was written somewhat episodically over maybe 20 years. I would write a section and then some time later find it again and edit what was there and add new parts. As you can probably understand, each foray reflects my thought processes at the time and I agree, as a consequence the story jumps about a bit. I was a fan of the flashback.
I understand how you might not be comfortable with parts of the story, I have trouble with certain themes in stories by others too. The scenes from Alexia's youth were there as back-story to explain how she became the person she was.
By and large I tried to keep the story within a historical frame where events adhere to a morality described in literature written during the Anglo Saxon era.
But in the end it is just a story designed to entertain. It is however, unusual when a commentator takes the effort to candidly critique work on this site and I thank you for it.
Anonymousabout 13 years agoI get that its about Alexia and all but still, parts of this didnt seem to work for me. The daughters dont feel like narrators, they feel like main characters. So the fact that they arent at all important for the majority of the story seems strange. But then you also mentioned that they showed up at the convent and even that there may be some relationship between them sexually, but never came back to it. I dont know yet, maybe later on that will come up. Guess ill have to find out. I just think you could do with a revision of both the sequence and the duration of events, at least in this chapter. I felt like alexias story was an interlude in the girls' story that went on way too long rather than the story itself.
On that note, i wasnt aware when i signed up that a 14 year old girl would be technically raped by her father, raped by some kids, and have sex with another kid. Its just kinda random pedophelia that i didnt need.
Finally, it seems odd to me that the girl watching could see her mothers thoughts and flashbacks while the other two, who simply couldnt see, were unable to even guess what was happening. There was a lot kf discussion that explained much of the scenario quite clearly.
All that being said, i liked the story and plan on finishing the series. It was we written, and generally a good story aside from my complaints.
