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CHAPTER 10

S ven

I carried Mary over the threshold of my house, carved into the limestone beneath Rouen. I could feel her small body tremble against my chest. As I stepped inside, I savored the familiar scent of oak and leather permeating the air. The flickering light from the hearth cast dancing shadows across the stone walls, illuminating the intricate tapestries depicting scenes from our proud Norse history.

My eyes fell upon the bride saddle—its sturdy wooden frame adorned with soft leather straps. It stood in the center of the room, a symbol of my dominance and Mary’s newfound submission. Without hesitation, I strode toward it, Mary still cradled in my arms.

“This will be your place of training, lille en ,” I murmured as I carefully positioned her on the saddle.

Mary whimpered softly as I began securing her to the frame. The leather straps whispered against her pale skin as I tightened them, ensuring she was spread open and vulnerable before me. Her emerald eyes, wide with a mixture of fear and arousal, never left my face as I worked.

Once she was bound to my satisfaction, I moved to sit in the ornate chair that faced the bride saddle. The ancient wood creaked slightly under my weight, evoking for me the generations of Sons of Odin who had sat here before me, training their own thralls.

“Come, Mary,” I commanded, gesturing for her to lean forward. “Show your master how eager you are to please him.”

Hesitantly, she stretched her neck, bringing her face close to my masculine lap. I could feel her warm breath ghosting over my cock, already half-hard with anticipation.

“That’s it,” I encouraged, running my fingers through her fiery hair. “Nuzzle me. Worship your master with your mouth. Prepare me for your bottom and show me what you learned on your voyage.”

Mary’s tongue darted out, licking deliciously along my swelling shaft, then tentatively lapping at my balls. I groaned in approval, feeling myself harden fully under her ministrations. As she grew bolder, taking one testicle into her mouth and suckling gently, I began to speak.

“You may think, lille en , that you and the other girls have been brought here merely to satisfy our carnal desires,” I said, my voice low and steady despite the pleasure rocketing through me. “But the Sons of Odin have a far greater purpose.”

Mary’s eyes flicked up to meet mine, curiosity mingling with the helpless arousal in her gaze. I smiled, continuing my explanation as she moved her attention back to my now-rigid penis, her small pink tongue tracing the thick vein along its length.

“From our very beginnings, more than a thousand years ago, we have worked to save civilization,” I told her, my fingers tightening slightly in her hair. “Originally, that meant preserving our Viking ways as we became the Normans. But over the millennium since, men like myself have sought to find the perfect balance between the warrior nature of men’s biology and the noble impulse to do better, to be better—the synergy that comes from our dominance and our bed thralls’ submission.”

I paused, savoring the sensation as Mary, blushing as if at her own boldness, took me into her mouth fully, making the warm cavity plush and welcoming for her master’s manhood.

“Such a good girl,” I murmured, caressing the back of her neck as I held her to her lewd task. “You’re learning so quickly. You feel like velvet on my pik .”

I reached out with my other hand, all the way over her back so I could fondle her sweet little bottom, still rather pink from the whipping I had given her over the rowing bench of the ritual ship. I put my finger on her tiny, cringing anus to remind her of the difficult duty that awaited her, and Mary responded with a submissive, fearful whimper around my cock that made its length jump between her lips.

“Yes, lille en ,” I told her sternly. “I’ll be in here very soon. You will be mine in every way.”

* * *

Mary

I could barely follow the meaning of Sven’s words, so aroused had it gotten me to be bound over the obscene saddle, to be made to tend to his enormous, rigid penis so tenderly—to be praised so humiliatingly for my growing skill.

I felt Sven rise from his chair, his cock slipping from between my lips as he stood. My face burned with shame as I heard his footsteps moving around behind me. I knew exactly what he would see—my most intimate parts exposed and vulnerable, still glistening with arousal from his own earlier pleasures.

A shock of mortification washed over me as I imagined Sven’s eyes roaming over my spread pussy and cringing anus. And yet, mingled with that shame was a surge of helpless affection. How could I feel this way about my captor? The man who had taken my virginity and was about to claim my final innocence? It made no sense, and yet I couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in my chest.

“Oh, Mary,” Sven’s deep voice rumbled from behind me. “You are so beautiful like this. Your little fisse is perfect—pink and glistening, begging for my touch.”

I whimpered softly, my pussy clenching at his words.

“And your sweet little rosebud,” he continued, his finger gently pressing at the exposed aperture. “So tiny and untouched. It makes my cock throb just looking at it, knowing I’ll be the first man ever to possess you here.”

My whole body flushed hot at his lewd praise. I squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed by the conflicting emotions traveling through me—shame and arousal and that damnable affection that refused to be silenced.

“You’re trembling, lille en ,” Sven murmured, his large hand coming to rest on the small of my back. “Are you afraid?”

“Y-yes,” I admitted in a tiny voice.

“Good,” he replied, and I could hear the smile in his voice. “A little fear is natural. Bottom-fucking will hurt, especially this first time. But know that I will take care of you, Mary. You are mine now, to protect as well as to use. It will help you to know that you have no choice; you will have your Herra ’s manhood in your bottom whenever I choose.”

His words sent another surge of confused emotion through me. How could he speak of protection when he was about to violate me in the most intimate way? And yet… I couldn’t deny the sense of safety I felt in his presence, even bound and helpless as I was.

I felt Sven’s hand caress my bottom gently, his touch both soothing and electrifying. When he spoke again, his voice was softer, filled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.

“Mary, my sweet lille en ,” he murmured, “I want you to know that you’ve already exceeded my expectations. Your submission, your eagerness to please, they are both very satisfying.”

I flushed with pride at his words, even as a part of me recoiled at how easily I was accepting his praise.

“I knew from the moment I saw you in my lecture hall that you were special,” Sven continued. “But I wasn’t certain you would fit into our world, into our mission.”

His hand moved up my back, fingers tracing my spine in a way that made me shiver. “You’re not just going to be an excellent bed thrall, Mary. I believe you have the potential to be so much more. A volva of the Sons of Odin.”

My breath caught in my throat. “ Volva? ” I whispered, confusion and curiosity warring within me. “What do you mean?”

Sven chuckled softly. “Ah, always so inquisitive. It’s one of the things I admire about you.” His hand returned to my bottom, kneading the flesh gently. “A volva is a kind of operative, a special bed thrall who helps work toward our goals, lille en . Someone who helps us in our mission to save civilization.”

Save civilization? The words echoed in my mind, stirring up a whirlwind of questions. What did he mean? How could kidnapping and… and violating young women possibly help save civilization?

Before I could voice any of these thoughts, I heard Sven spit. The wet sound made me tense, knowing what was coming.

“Relax, Mary,” Sven murmured, his voice low and soothing. “This will be uncomfortable, but I promise you’ll learn to enjoy being fully mastered.”

I heard the slick sounds of Sven coating his massive cock with saliva. My heart raced, a mixture of fear and shameful anticipation coursing through me.

“Remember,” Sven said, positioning himself behind me, “you’re mine now. In every way. This is just the final step in claiming you completely.”

I felt the blunt head of his cock press against my virgin anus, and I couldn’t hold back a whimper of fear.

“Ask for it, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice low and stern. “Beg your Herra to claim your bottom.”

I whimpered, shame and arousal warring within me. How could he expect me to ask for this? It was too degrading, too obscene. And yet… I found myself wanting to please him, to prove my submission.

“Please,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Louder,” Sven growled, increasing the pressure against my resistant opening. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

I squeezed my eyes shut, gathering what little courage I had left. “Please, Herra ,” I said, my voice shaking. “Please… take my bottom. Make me yours completely.”

“Good girl,” Sven purred, pushing even harder, forcing his way against my body’s reluctance.

As he stretched me in this shameful way I’d only ever imagined in tiny, mortifying flashes of taboo fantasy, I found myself clinging to his earlier words about saving civilization. Whatever he meant by that, whatever role he saw for me in this madness, I desperately hoped it would give some meaning to what was happening to me. Some purpose beyond just being a plaything for these Viking warriors.

“Shh,” Sven soothed, his free hand stroking my back. “Your body knows how.”

I trembled as I felt him increase the pressure again. My body tensed instinctively, resisting the intrusion. Then I cried out as the head of his cock breached my tight ring of muscle. The burning stretch was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Tears sprang to my eyes as Sven continued to press deeper, filling me impossibly full.

“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my fingers gripping the leather straps that bound me to the saddle. “It’s too much, I can’t…”

“Shh,” Sven said again, his hand stroking my lower back. “Breathe, lille en . Your body was made for this.”

I tried to focus on my breathing, willing my muscles to relax. Sven moved slowly, giving me time to adjust to each new inch. The pain was intense, but underneath it was a strange fullness that sent sparks of confused pleasure through my body.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt Sven’s hips press against my bottom. He was fully seated inside me, stretching me to my limits.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “You’ve taken all of me, Mary. Such a good girl.”

I whimpered at his praise, feeling a surge of pride even with the discomfort. I had pleased my Herra . I had submitted completely.

I sensed Sven’s hands finding the handles built into the sides of the bride saddle. I felt him gripping them tightly, using them for leverage as he slowly withdrew. The sensation of his cock dragging against my inner walls made me gasp.

“By Odin,” Sven groaned as he thrust back in. “You’re so tight, lille en . Such a perfect little ass.”

He began to move more steadily, building a rhythm. Each thrust sent spasms of sensation through my body—pain and pleasure intertwined so closely I could no longer tell them apart.

“Oh!” I cried out, my back arching involuntarily. “ Herra , please!”

“That’s it,” Sven growled. “Take me like a good bed thrall.”

As Sven’s thrusts grew more forceful, I suddenly became aware of a new sensation. There was something pressing against my clit—a small, firm protrusion I hadn’t noticed before. With each of Sven’s powerful movements, my body rocked forward, causing this little knob to rub deliciously against my most sensitive spot.

“Oh!” I gasped, my hips instinctively shifting to increase the friction.

The dual sensations were overwhelming—Sven’s massive cock stretching my virgin bottom beyond what I thought possible, and this unexpected stimulation to my clit. Despite the lingering discomfort, I felt my arousal building rapidly.

I ground myself shamelessly against the saddle, chasing the pleasure that was quickly overtaking the pain. My pussy clenched and fluttered, desperate for stimulation. I could feel myself getting wetter by the second, my arousal coating the leather beneath me.

“That’s it, lille en ,” Sven growled approvingly. “You have found the bride’s consolation. Feel how it helps your body welcome me, even in your smallest hole.”

His words sent another surge of confused desire through me. I whimpered, torn between shame and desperate need. The little nub seemed perfectly positioned to drive me wild, and I found myself rocking back to meet Sven’s thrusts, then forward to grind against it.

“Oh, God,” I moaned, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears. “Oh, please, Herra …”

I felt myself spiraling higher and higher, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak. My inner walls clenched rhythmically around Sven’s invading cock, intensifying every sensation. I was so close, teetering on the edge of what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm. At the same time, the experience I had had tied to the rowing bench returned—of my submission somehow transporting me elsewhere. Again I thought I could see an immense tree, and hear the rushing winds in its branches.

“Mary.” Sven’s stern voice cut through the haze of my arousal. “Do not come until I give you permission. Show me you can control yourself for your master.”

I sobbed in frustration, my hips still moving of their own accord. “Please,” I begged, beyond shame now. “Please, Herra , I need to come. I can’t… I can’t hold back…”

Sven’s hand came down hard on my bottom, the sharp sting momentarily distracting me from the building pleasure. “You will wait,” he commanded. “Prove to me that you’re worthy of being more than just a bed thrall.”

I bit my lip hard, focusing all my willpower on holding back my impending climax. It was the most exquisite torture I’d ever experienced—caught between the relentless stimulation and the need to obey my master, the strange vision beckoning to me even as the tension seemed to hold me back, hovering apart from the enormous tree.

Tears streamed down my face as I fought against my body’s demands. “Please,” I whimpered. “Please, Herra , I’ll do anything. Just let me come. I need it so badly.”

Sven’s thrusts grew even more powerful, driving me harder against the saddle. I sobbed with the need, and the effort to hold it back.

Then, at last, “Come for me, lille en ,” Sven growled, his voice thick with lust. “Show me how much you love taking your Herra ’s cock in your tight little bottom.”

His words broke the last of my resistance. With a keening wail, I let myself fall over the edge into blinding ecstasy. The surging pleasure crashed over me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced before. My whole body convulsed, muscles I didn’t even know I had clenching and releasing in rapid succession.

I felt my bottom clamp down hard around Sven’s massive cock, gripping him like a vise. The added friction seemed to push him over the edge as well. With a roar that sounded more animal than human, Sven slammed into me one final time.

“Mary!” he bellowed, his hips jerking erratically against my bottom. “Take your master’s seed, lille en !”

I gasped as I felt his cock pulse inside me, flooding my most intimate place with his hot release. The sensation triggered another peak, sending me spiraling even higher. My vision went white, and for a moment I thought I might pass out from the sheer intensity of it all. For an instant I felt as if I were caught in the vast tree’s network of branches, confusing images somehow caught in and among them and the wind forcing me down along them. I tried to hold onto the vision, to ride it or to stay inside it, but it vanished from my mental sight, replaced by the warm light of my new Herra ’s hearth.

As the aftershocks rolled through me, I became aware of Sven’s weight pressing me into the saddle. His chest heaved against my back, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his heart hammering, matching the frantic pace of my own.

“Such a good girl,” Sven murmured, his lips brushing my ear. “You’ve pleased your Herra well.”