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A Viking Story (v, rape, ped, MM, Mf, MMF)
by Katanya (anon85b1@nyx.net)
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It had been many months since the last voyage of the
Arnoth. The village had grown large and we were in need
of food. The elders decreed that we take our best and
fastest ship to the deep southern seas in search of sea
life to sustain us. Abundant fishes of all kinds were
plentiful in those waters, and with rations for the men
and salt for preserving our catches, we sailed solemnly
into the wind.
Peace was new to our people, but with a larger population
comes greater responsibility. When I was a lad it would
have been unthinkable that the best ship of the fleet
would be used for mere fishing; it would have been an
insult to the warriors and the spirits of those slain in
past great battles. Yet just a few short years ago, the
wise and aged of our village made their decision. It was
a hard choice...sacrifices were made, sages were
consulted, and councils were formed. The gods seemed
unconcerned. "A good omen," insisted the sages, who felt
that if Odin truly did not approve, his wrath would have
consumed us all.
Odin's wrath never came.
*
I was sorry to see the old ways go. Much of what I prize
as my own was earned in many territorial battles. Fine
metals, jewels, and furs decorate my home. A small island
to the southwest yielded some rich treasures and a young
bride for me. How could I forget such bounty? To do so
was impossible. As I trawled the seas when the Arnoth
last sailed, I thought of my father's face, stained with
pride, as I flew on my first warship nearly thirty years
ago. As I mended the net, I thought of my first rough
weapons, cudgels and spears crafted by my own hands. As I
slit and beheaded the fishes that were to feed our
village, I thought back to the foreign warriors I'd
defeated not so long ago. Their blood flowed about my
feet, and their limbs piled behind me as I tore through
their land.
And the women. Being young, I'd never known the flesh of
fair maidens until my first battle. Makreth led our
battalion into a tiny shoreline village, inhabited with
the former dregs of our society. He'd chosen this target
carefully; when he was a boy, many wild women and
shiftless men were cast out of Nangren during a week-long
feast to Odin. Odin was most pleased, Makreth continued,
and took kindly to the outcasts, sending them to a small,
cave-filled inlet. The lazy men managed a few ramshackle
huts and took the women as wives the best they could. But
these were not fine women, Makreth warned; these were
lusty women, wenches who saw fit to bed any man they felt
like taking. One vile harlot had seduced Makreth's uncle
when he was a wee tot of only six. She had been caught
with her lips upon the boy's member. Makreth knew she'd
be elderly now if she still lived, but revenge was on his
mind.
"You're a young, fine group of warriors," Makreth
bellowed to his soldiers. "This battle shall prove to be
no difficulty for us, but it is good practice, something
you require before we sail to other lands. There will be
little treasure for us to take, but the women are plump
and fair. For many of you this shall be your first taste
of woman, but I promise you, it will not be your last!"
We laughed heartily and ate well that night. I dreamt of
a large woman, with blonde, curly tresses down her back.
She resisted me, yet opened up willingly at my command. I
sank into her, deeply, satiated by power I found in the
softness beneath me.
The morning broke grey and hazy. We donned our furs and
our best boots and trekked most of the day. At nightfall
Makreth stopped the march at the foot of some small
hills. We camped there that night, confident our fires
would not be seen because of the hilly terrain. All of
the young men slept fitfully that night; none of us
removed our boots.
Makreth wasted no time in the morning, waking us swiftly
and quietly. There were at least one hundred men in our
company, and several seasoned veterans out for a little
fun. Makreth assured us there would be no more than
seventy villagers.
We climbed the hills quickly, finding the soft green
grass gave way to quick flat stone. It was only minutes
before we were at the apex of the peak, and I began to
feel uncertain. Things had been too swift, too simple. At
first, I shrugged it off as nervousness, but when I saw
the village I knew my fears had been true.
At least fifty huts lined the coast below us. Two large
meeting houses sat in the middle of the village. Many
milled about in the open area in the centre of town,
marketing and visiting, even at this early hour. One
young warrior gasped. But to turn back was unthinkable.
We would not leave our first battle as cowards.
Makreth considered the situation. "Their men are not
around," he noted. "We could take several hundred of them
in this state. It would teach their men well, leaving
their women and elderly unguarded. I see that in forty
years, they have learned nothing!" Makreth's voice rose
as he spoke, excitement flaming in his eyes.
"Come, men, we have no time to lose!"
Like a storm we descended upon the town. Our feet pounded
on the hillside like a heavy rain, and our cries were
like thunder in the innocents' ears. My mind was
unclouded but unfocused. I feel to this day that Odin was
guiding all the young men, preparing us to be grim and
determined soldiers in his immense legion. We easily
gathered up about two hundred people within minutes, and
threw them all into the bigger of the two community
houses. I alone slaughtered at least seven young men who
had time to gather arms and try to defend their village.
I admired them for trying so valiantly in the face of
unyielding defeat; they had to know their puny staffs and
trowels would do us no substantial harm. Valhalla held
its arms open wide for those who knew no fear in battle,
and I felt glad knowing that my spear was sending these
men to a fine and honorable place.
Many isolated skirmishes began after the main battle was
through.
Several of us went from house to house, searching for
stragglers and treasure. There was little sound outside
the community house. Occasional fires crackled in pits;
we threw sand on them, fearing some hidden child or woman
would use the fire against us. Our group had searched at
least ten houses when we began to split up, more
confident and growing impatient for the captive women.
At the second house I checked alone, I found a young
girl. She was not more than ten and was frightened into
immobility. Her soft body was adorned in the standard
wear for women in this village: a large grey-brown cloth
wrapped around her, cinched at the waist with an aging
leather band. Thin pale legs stuck out from under her.
Enormous brown eyes darted from me to a pile on the
floor. Sensing that it was a valuable item, I strode
immediately towards the pile. I kicked it; it was a
woman. The lady had once been pretty, but sickness had
torn at her body. The excitement of the attack had driven
her to try and protect her young one, but her body
clearly had failed her.
The girl shook violently as I looked around the hut. Not
even food, or dishes, or furs to take as a prize!
Throwing open the dirty cloth that hung over the door, I
peered out, and saw very little going on. A fellow
soldier had found himself a woman, a short, plump
housewife thrown face down into the mud, with her skirts
thrown over her head. She was dressed well, for this
village. Likely a merchant's wife, I decided. Ulv had
tossed aside his weapon and was fumbling at the enormous
bulge in his leather pants with one hand, as his other
hand smashed down on the woman's neck. When his shaft had
been released from its binds, he grabbed the woman by the
waist and knelt between her legs. I was impressed with
Ulv's size but mesmerized by the vision of the woman,
legs spread, her pink slit in plain view. Ulv guided his
hefty shaft towards the woman. Holding it tightly, he
rubbed it up and down her slit, then plunged in fiercely.
A loud, raspy cough escaped from the woman's lips. Ulv
stuffed his small leather pouch into her mouth and thrust
viciously into her. All I could do was stare at his
member disappearing into the woman.
A rustling behind me shook me out of my daze. The girl
had seen what I had, and was frantically trying to escape
from the hut by tearing at the straw walls. She'd
anticipated what I'd not yet thought of. My manhood was
thick and throbbing as I grabbed the girl by the back of
her dress. She squealed and tried to claw at me. The
small child was so pathetic, I had to laugh. As I began
to drag her outside I wondered if I should do the deed in
plain view of the others, or inside in private. I
certainly was not as big as Ulv, and I was self-
conscious. The squirming girl would not be easy to subdue
without hurting her, and I didn't want her dead. At
least, not yet. What happened to her after I'd had my fun
was of no concern to me. But it might not look good if I
had to slay such a little one to get my way with her.
I turned back into the hut and threw the girl down on
what passed as bedding. The lump that was once her mother
was in the way, taking up at least half the floor space;
I hurled her limp, rotting body outside. The young girl
began to shriek loudly but quieted when I smacked her
gaunt, pale face. The leather belt she wore was old and
rotten and snapped easily under my hand. A few seconds
later the cloths that were her garments were piled on the
floor, and her body was naked before me.
She'd not yet begun to develop, despite being marrying
age in less than two years. Her breasts had not grown at
all, yet she had dark, full nipples, which were hard from
the cool morning air. Between her thin hips was a soft
mound of flesh, parted in the middle. Her young body
stirred me. I seized one half of the broken leather belt,
wadded it, and forced it into her mouth to stop her
screams before they started.
She tried to sit up, but I forced her back down. My bulk
blocked her way out of the hut and she didn't try to
escape. I unlaced my leather bindings to release myself,
I was uncomfortably hard. Blood rushed through my ears,
almost muffling Ulv's grunts and moans from outside. I
withdrew my hardness from my pants, feeling its weight in
my hand.
I ignored little girls stifled screams as I pried her
legs apart. Her hairless slit parted with her legs,
revealing a soft, red flesh interior. I ran a calloused
finger between her lips and then into her slit. She was
so tiny, each squirm and thrust from her young body
vibrated down my finger. I slid my finger in further and
felt a barrier; was she shallow as well as small? Before
I had time to wonder any more, my finger had penetrated
the thin barrier, and I remembered Makreth telling us
about virgin finds. Now, I regretted my decision to take
this maiden out of sight of others; a virgin would have
impressed even Ulv.
Pain had brought tears to the girl's face. Her eyes were
tightly closed and her small body rigid. I withdrew my
finger and rubbed the blood and juices on the tip of my
shaft for lubrication. Wasting no more time, I positioned
myself against her slit, spreading her open with my
hands, and thrust in.
Thirty years later, I still remember the feel of the soft
flesh parting beneath me. My prick was embedded halfway
inside the small girl, who was now limp from shock and
fear. I withdrew a bit and shoved inside her again,
feeling wetness grow in her. Thrusting in again, I felt
my hardness reach the end of her tunnel. Breathing
heavily, I began to stroke her with my shaft. I leaned
down and licked a large nipple. It stiffened; I licked
harder, until I lost control and bit down. I drew blood.
The girl only moaned softly.
My cock was sore from the tightness and my balls were
full. I knelt between her tiny legs, held her hips high
for easy access to her slit, and began pounding furiously
into her. Her head lolled as I grunted and spilled my
seed inside her.
Before I knew what was happening, Ulv and another warrior
were patting me on the back, congratulating me. My
softening prick, streaked with blood and my own semen,
plopped out of the girl. Ulv grabbed my manhood and
grinned, baring white teeth. "You will be as big as Ulv
soon, boy! Let's find more virgins, and leave this spent
child to whoever finds her next!"
The girl hadn't stirred once. I wondered if she was dead,
but knew that, dead or alive, a body that young would not
go unnoticed.
I laced my leathers as I walked out of the hut and toward
the community house. Bloodied men and women lay in the
dirt around me. One woman, close to my own age, lay
sweetly against a doorway. Her lips were parted
invitingly. I went to her and grabbed her by the shirt;
her severed head fell into her lap before I noticed the
blood. "She was a good one, she was," said Ulv. "I am
displeased with whoever killed her. I wished to take her
home."
Just outside the community house, a warrior was taking
his prize, a young man of fourteen or so. The warrior's
bare ass thrust forward rapidly into his victim's body,
which was bent over and clearly in pain. He was a fair
boy with a nice shaft of his own that betrayed his lust.
Ulv stepped inside. The community house, unlike the huts,
had a set of wooden doors with a latch on the outside and
in. I followed and was shocked to see so few people
inside. Some elderly citizens huddled in corners, and a
few of our men wandered about.
"Where's Makrath?" demanded Ulv.
A stout warrior answered from across the room. "He took a
woman to a hut. The others were led off to shore. Mostly
women," the warrior said with a smirk. "These wenches are
hearty, to be sure. There is little treasure, and we may
have to burn the village to claim full victory for Odin."
Ulv and I nodded in agreement. I searched and found few
women worthy of taking, knowing more women were at the
shore. I decided to leave these women to the men who
remained in the building, some of whom were taking
advantage of the opportunity. Ulv had already exited the
house, headed certainly in the direction I intended.
I wandered through some huts and found a few furs and
trinkets worth keeping. A young man feebly tried guarding
his stash of coins, which were worthless in our village
but could be melted down for their metals. I had no time
to reason with him, choosing force instead. A sharp
bludgeon to his skull silenced him while I rifled through
his belongings. He had found many items from the sea, it
seemed, and his small trunk of treasures was the biggest
find in the village.
The young man was not dead, I noticed, as I loaded all
the bounty into his trunk. It had been a half hour since
my last conquest and I was again feeling the need to take
a villager; the young men outside the community house had
given me an idea. Buggery was certainly against the laws
our gods had decreed, but anything that defiled the enemy
was right in the eyes of Odin.
Using the sharp end of my spear, I ripped open the man's
leathers.
He had not donned a shirt yet that morning, and was now
naked before me. His shaft was large for his age, and I
wondered if it would stir despite his state of
unconsciousness. Quickly I lowered my mouth to his
manhood, which stiffened as I licked and suckled. Rolling
him over, I noticed the ripe curves of his hips. His ass
spread before me as I prodded his orifice with my own
shaft. Precum had oozed to the tip of my prick, making
the slide inside the man easier. His hole felt tight but
I thrust in with ease; I determined he had done this
before. He was warm and welcoming and began to awaken as
I pounded into him.
I reached between his legs as he propped himself up on
his elbows, and I grasped his hardness with my hand. He
gasped and moaned, a much more receptive host than the
little girl had been. My balls slapped against his own,
which were tightly drawn up against his body. I felt
familiar stirrings in my gut. A moment later, I let loose
with many streams of my semen inside him. The young man's
own hardness was falling limp in my hand, and I realized
he had spilled his seed on the dirt floor.
I did not hesitate, but stood and sheathed my manhood
quickly.
The trunk left with me, and I did not look again at the
young man.
The trunk grew heavy as I searched more huts, and more
men were coming back from the shore to search as well. I
scanned their faces for Makreth, to tell him of my good
fortune, but did not see him. Deciding to stop for a
while in a particularly secure hut, I found a nice rug to
sit upon while I lay my treasures aside. The hut was
large, with two rooms, and a hole in the wall to let in
light. A growl in the other room brought me to my feet.
Quietly, knife in hand, I drew aside the cloth in the
doorway to gaze inside.
Makreth stood with his back to me, completely naked. His
powerful muscles stood tense under his skin. The room had
been demolished, with the tiny wooden pieces of furniture
smashed into kindling.
Beyond Makreth was a woman, still large and firm despite
her age.
Both were frozen in a frightening pose. I felt I was
about to witness Makreth break this woman into bits.
Then the woman cackled. "Even at six, ye uncle was bigger
than that," she howled. The woman! This was the one
Makreth wanted revenge upon! It was true, she was evil;
only a harlot would admit to bedding a young child for
gratification. Even a bride must be ten before she can be
taken into the wedding bed. What manner of foul woman was
this? Perhaps a sorceress, as some had been known to
exist in other lands.
"You're a vile wench, Cartha," Makreth said slowly. "I
shall take you with my shaft whether you are dead or
alive. It makes no difference to me."
I was frightened, knowing Makreth meant every word. The
woman's eyes glittered with fear for a moment as she
considered her options. Then she saw me, peering over
Makreth's shoulder. A sneer spread across her haggard old
face.
"I'd take ye and yer friend willingly, so I might as well
cooperate."
Makreth spun around and faced me. I had never seen such
ferocity in man before, nor have I since. Amazingly I had
enough wits about me to begin to stammer a grovel, when
Makreth grinned, a cold, heartless grin.
"You'll be invaluable to me, boy," he said. "Go, and hold
the bitch down."
I did as he commanded. She was frail and weak, and her
bones bent like soft spring twigs. Makreth's shaft stood
straight in front of him, huge and bulging. His thrusting
would surely break the old hag in two ... but then, that
was probably the point.
Makreth ripped at her clothes, revealing a ghostly white
body, slightly saggy breasts but a surprisingly firm
torso. Her slit was slight, reminding me of the young
girl I'd taken earlier that day. The hag had remained
motionless, until Makreth grabbed at her small nipples,
twisting them roughly. She hissed and squirmed. I held
her arms behind her more tightly, as Makreth slammed his
palm over her mouth. I gave him a bit of cloth that had
torn from my shirt in battle. He tied it with a knot in
the middle, which he shoved into her mouth. I fastened
the ends together behind her head while Makreth held her
arms himself.
Her arms felt ready to break as I yanked them behind her
back. Her legs didn't move at all, and she was likely
crippled. Makreth was lucky she had lived this long.
Makreth spread her legs apart and jammed his hand into
her slit.
He sat on his knees, one hand relentlessly twisting a
nipple, the other hand working its way inside the wench.
"You'll like this, bitch," Makreth gasped. "You're used
to tiny boys, but this morning you will feel what it is
like to be taken by a real man. The lad and I will see to
that."
The witch was squirming as best her old body could, but
it was no match for my strength. I took her tunic and
ripped a long strip of cloth from it to tie her hands
with. Her hands were easily secured behind her back. I
moved out from behind her and she fell limply to the
floor. Her eyes twinkled with hatred.
"Boy, take her from behind. I think the whore needs to be
skewered up the arse."
The lady was evil and ugly, her deathly pale skin covered
in spots and sores, her bones sticking out beneath the
leathery white flesh of her back. Either in my youth or
fear, I was somehow able to rally my member to the task.
In no time I was stiff and my pants were about my legs. I
bent the old hag over while licking my palm; I ran my wet
hand down the length of my shaft to lubricate it. My
prick poked at her and she screamed. Face down, with bum
legs, she was unable to do anything to stop me, and soon
I found my cock buried inside her bowels.
I thrust back and forth quickly, enjoying my work more
than I realized. Seeing Makreth grasp his own member, I
got an idea. Holding the bitch about the waist, I managed
to sit up, then lean back against a wall, buggering her
while she sat atop me, facing Makreth.
Makreth grinned, and stepped towards us.
His own member was wet on the tip from precum, which had
left small thick droplets on the dirt. The woman's hands
tore at my stomach in fear, as Makreth dropped to the
floor, positioning his own bulbous prick at the mouth of
her tunnel. I smacked the woman about, to stop her
squirming, and Makreth's hands fell atop mine as he
grasped her waist. "You damnable bitch," Makreth muttered
as he tore into her with his shaft.
The sounds of the woman's muffled cries urged me on. I
swore I could feel Makreth's huge member bumping into
mine through the fragile skin that separated her womb
from her bowels. I enjoyed feeling the weight and warmth
of both the woman and Makreth atop me.
Moans rumbled in my throat before I realized I was about
to come.
Makreth's murky eyes locked with mine as I shuddered; I
tried to keep my eyes open, to stare into Makreth's as I
shot my fluids inside the woman, but I could not. My
hands found their way to the witch's breasts as my shaft
exploded inside her. When I regained my senses, I
realized I had clawed the woman's teats badly. Skin and
blood were under my fingernails. Makreth looked pleased.
"Stay inside her, lad," Makreth growled. He was near his
climax, and the truth was, I was happy to stay inside the
old woman if it meant Makreth above me, pounding
viciously. For a brief moment, I wished it was me being
brutally taken by my teacher and hero. The old bitch was
getting better than she deserved.
Suddenly Makreth pulled out and stood above the woman. "I
shall not give your womb the pleasure of my seed, woman,"
he said grimly. "Take me in your mouth, and if you try to
harm me, I will kill you and finish the job on your
corpse."
The woman needed no other convincing. I ripped off the
binds and she opened her mouth. Makreth thrust into her
throat. Makreth howled loudly and the muscles on his neck
bulged. The witch gurgled. And that was all.
After Makreth moved aside, I tossed the woman off of my
shaft. I hadn't softened as I normally did, which was
surprising, considering the day. The hag lay on her side,
her watery blue eyes staring at nothing in particular,
drool and manseed slithering out of her mouth. As I
replaced my leathers yet again, I suppressed a wry
comment about the inappropriate attire for the job. I
gathered my items in the other room and left Makreth to
her alone.
Two young boys from our company walked by with a wooden
wagon, loaded with items scavenged from the village. I
knew that no one would later claim that which was not his
from the pile; to do so would be dishonorable, and one
might lose their life in the battle which would
inevitably follow. I piled my own winnings atop the
others and headed to the shore.
I know not what I expected to see. An orgy, perhaps, or
hundreds of fair maidens ripe for the picking. Instead, I
found a couple dozen women being savaged by many of our
men. Some of the women were either unconscious or dead, I
was unable to tell. I was able to pick out Ulv from the
others, and went to him.
He had a nice woman with him, whom he was apparently
trying to convince to undress. "I will rip this cloth off
you, woman, if I must," shouted Ulv, "But for once today
I'd rather not have to!"
I smiled and continued on. There weren't nearly as many
here or in the meeting house as I'd imagined, and I
wondered at that as I watched the men rape their women.
Smoke began to ascend from the village, and I decided to
head back before fire destroyed everything.
Most of the huts were on fire, and many tens of villagers
sat together, watching their homes burn away. I strode
past them and found the hut with the girl, her mother
still in a heap outside the door. I tore down the cloth
door and looked inside; the girl was still there, in the
same position as I'd left her. She must be dead, as there
was no other reason someone so young and vulnerable would
have been ignored. I decided to take her body to the pyre
with the others.
As I lifted her, I heard a soft moan. The girl had not
died. I didn't know what to do with her, so I heaped her
on a pile of furs in the treasure wagon, and we took her
back to our village. She was nursed to health and within
six months was married to one of the elders, a suitable
match, as she was young enough to care for him in his
declining years.
It was a good raid, for a first raid. The town burned
with a vigor I've not seen since. Makreth never told me
what became of the old hag, and I confess I was curious
about her. He was grateful for what I had helped him
with, and he sent me one of his women the first night
back from the attack. She awoke me with her lips around
my shaft, and rode me many times that night. She was
beautiful. But when the sun rose over the distant
mountain range that morning, she returned to Makreth.
Much has changed since then. No more do we get wives from
other villages, nor do we rank our elders upon their
well-won battles. Perhaps that's about to change. The
last voyage of the Arnoth was many months ago, and it was
a mere fishing voyage. Now, we have learned of a large
settlement to the east, on the northern coast. Some of
their men arrived in our village to trade a few days ago,
and now many of our daughters are missing. A ship was
seen sailing to the northeast just this dawn. The elders
are meeting to discuss battle.
My weapons are sharpened and my leathers are oiled. Bless
Odin for allowing an aging man one last chance of victory
on a distant shore.
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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