Attacked and Taken by Vikings (part 2)

Transcript

Are you waking up yet? Hey! Don't pretend to be asleep.

The wolves might think it's safe to make their move on you. Luckily, I'm not a wolf. Perhaps just as lucky, you're not prey to be hunted.

Right? No! You're not the one who's going to be asking questions around here.

You don't get to know anything about me. You don't need to. The questions I have, though, will get answers.

Like what? Like. ..

Oh, for fuck's sake! I'm not trying to strip you. Stop acting like it.

Did you already forget about that mark that saved you the pain of having to swing that dagger more? This one. Here, on your chest.

No, suddenly you remember. That's what I thought. Then tell me.

What does it mean? No. Not a clue.

Well, isn't that a shame. Oh, I know exactly what it means. I have the same one here, on my shoulder.

Though, don't go thinking that means we're connected. It's a very common rune for a very useful spell. I said no questions from you.

Especially not that. I will ask you another one, though. Why lie to me? You did lie.

You know what that mark means. Then perhaps you're lying to yourself. If that will stay your answer.

Was that another question? No, I thought not. You really need to learn how to listen, don't you? That was another question.

Not many would be as patient as I am. Though, why I am now is beyond me. You really change everything, you know that.

That mark changes everything. Goes against every fucking thing we've been told. If you.

.. If you really don't know what the fuck it means. That means someone else put it there for you.

A parent, a sibling, a friend. Fuck, it doesn't matter, does it? That is all that matters.

That fucking rune you have. I shouldn't have even looked at it in the first place. Then I wouldn't have known.

But that. .. That means someone here in your cursed land has been to our home.

Or even worse. That someone from Vanskeldom has been here. Not that it changes what you did to us or our people.

Doesn't undo the blood spill the family's slain. But it does make me wonder who and why. You can't just walk around with runes for no fucking reason.

And then kill the people who they came from without a second thought. Or knowing. Maybe you didn't even know.

No, we're not in the wrong place. But everything we knew about your leadership is so convoluted and secretive. Could they have really done it all without letting on? And should we even be bothering with the people? Or just make a line for the rulers? No, no, not without converting them first.

Your people are already sheeps enough. They would never let that happen. Fuck.

Fuck. And now it's my turn to ask why you're staring at me. With an expression like that, too.

What do I mean? You might think I'm crazy and inhuman with your stories. But I can read a face well enough.

Those aren't the eyes of hatred or revenge. I know them well. Instead, you're curious.

You're interested. Is the fire really so reflective in your face? Or are you actually blushing? Just about any answer could have told me to go fuck myself.

But no answer at all. And then to nervously bite at your lip. Well, that makes it seem as if you'd rather I fuck anything but myself.

Don't look away from me when I'm talking to you. What's the fucking point of avoiding an answer if you want the result? Is this how you try to flirt? Is this how you try to fuck? Did someone tell you it would work? By just staring at a man until he magically understands your thoughts and asks you to follow him to bed?

No, if you can't speak your mind, then clearly whatever you're thinking isn't important enough. So keep thinking it in silence. No, I can't read your thoughts.

That's why you have to use your mouth. But I can smell your fear. Don't twist your face like that.

I know you've lived your life in ignorance, but you can't be blind. That rune guarantees it. If anyone in this fucking village would have the ability to think out of the ordinary, it would be you, wouldn't it?

That's not a normal tattoo like your sailors have. It doesn't just sit beneath your skin and wait to fade with the passing years. It's still as dark and alive as the day it was put on you, wasn't it? Wasn't it? Then tell me.

Look into my eyes and tell me. Do you honestly believe that every story, every whisper you've heard about me, about us, is a lie? Made up to keep you afraid when you're young? Don't look away! You know there's something different, don't you? A part of the human that's missing.

A part that was replaced. You are afraid, aren't you? I can't read your thoughts, but I can smell your fear.

As well as that deeper scent seeping through, just like I'm sure your cunt is. But if you want to pretend that you haven't started aching between the legs, then go ahead. I'll leave you here to whatever thoughts about me have crept in.

Wait, what? Have you gone and changed your mind? Listen to me, girl.

You know what you are, don't you? Right now, your hands are bound. You're waiting on the beach, you're not going back home.

You're my prisoner, and I'm taking you with me. I know you might not like that, but that's not changing. But don't you dare go fucking spreading your legs for me, like it will get you out of this.

Do you understand that? No! I want a fucking answer! Finally! Is that what it took? It took my hand around your throat to even get a squeak of a response? Your musk is starting to fill the air.

But even if that is how badly you want this, how badly you want me, I'm not sure I feel the same. Shy, quiet, and unmoving. Don't you remember what I told you before? I want to see your fire.

I want a fucking fight! You can't even say what you want. If I fuck you, you'd be like fucking a doll, limp and pathetic till I'm finished.

Where's the fun in that? Would you even move? Would you bite back? No.

I don't want a body to use and then throw away. There's no fun in that. What was that? You do what? Speak up for fuck's sake, didn't you just hear me? Do you really want to fuck me, you whore? Are you sure? I don't believe you.

Whisper your words to the ocean if you want. I can't hear them. Louder.

Would you? Are you sure? Then tell me.

What do you want? No. Try again.

Didn't I just say? I don't want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me back.

There's a good girl. Finally got your pulse high enough to raise your voice. What do you mean, what am I doing? Weren't you supposed to move around when you're tied up? Didn't you hear me? Maybe, if you ask me nicely, I'll strap you down and fuck you like the prey caught in a trap that you are.

But not now. I want to watch you writhe. I want to hear you scream.

I want to feel your nails tear my back apart because your cunt is being ruined for any cock but mine. Do you understand that? Not even going to move, are you? You don't care.

The rocks will bruise and cut you, you know that. No, I'm not complaining at all. Fuck.

You were soaking wet for me. How long were you staring, thinking about this? Would have got so much wetter when I wrapped my hand around your throat, didn't it? Practically see your cunt throb with the gasp you gave out, the way your eyes widened.

Do you like that? The way my fingers lace together around the back of your neck as I squeeze. Do you like the pressure on your collarbone, using it to push you onto my cock? Oh, fuck.

That's it, come on, speak up. Oh, fuck. I can barely hear you, fucking slut.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

Oh. Come on, don't just grab at the ground, are you afraid to touch me back? Oh.

Didn't I say I wanted your nails on my back? There you go. Come on, don't just rest them there.

Do you need me to fuck you even harder? Don't you bite back? Or do you need me to bite you first? Finally making some noise? Is this what you want? You don't become a real slut until it stings a bit first, do you? You need to be left bruised and marked.

You just want to be marked so that everyone knows what you did. What I did to you. Oh.

Oh, fuck, your nails are sharp. Oh, fuck, that's it. Oh, fuck, your pussy tightened at the same time.

Fuck, harder. Don't you want to mark me too? So that anyone who sees us will put two and two together.

And realize that the poor fucking prisoner gets fucked by her captor's cock. And that she loves it. Oh, fuck, your people might think you were trying to fight back and get me off.

But mine won't. They'll know you fought back just to get me to fuck you even harder. You didn't give me the battle I wanted.

So I'm going to have to take it out on your fucking holes. Don't stop moving now. You were so happy to rock those hips before my cock was inside of you.

Didn't you say that I wouldn't have to do all the work? Oh, did you like that? Yeah, you want your face to sting too.

Your neck, your cunt, and your cheeks. Is that what you want? To not just remember the feeling of me in your pussy.

But to feel my touch all over your body. Every inch of you is sore from being used. Stinging for days afterwards.

Making you think about it and want it again and again. What do you say? Oh, good girl.

And how's this? Your tits need attention too, don't they? Till they're as red and hot as your face.

Your nipples too. Is it enough if I just pinch them? Do you need me to twist them? Do you like that? Rolling them back and forth between my fingers.

Oh, that's it. Oh, fuck, squeeze that cunt again. Try to milk my cock as much as you want.

Fuck, show me how badly you want me to come. What if I use my mouth instead? Are my teeth better? Feeling them just barely slip through after being bitten.

Harder, huh? Oh, fuck you, harder, you bitch. But only if you say it louder.

Come on. Fuck those hips more. Try to fuck my cock deeper into you.

Faster, slave. Isn't that what you are? A slave to my cock? You were so distracted about it before.

You didn't seem to care at all that you were captured. Fuck, then go on. Louder.

Louder. I said I want to hear you scream. Who's going to hear you? What are you afraid of? Don't you want to show me how good I feel? To make me want to fuck you even more? There you go.