Page 24 of Her Viking Master

Still, we remained frozen in place. I couldn’t bring myself even to think about it, let alone to move to do something so intimate, so humiliating, to another person—far less to allow it to be done to me.

“Very well,”MorAstrid said, her voice cold. “If you insist on defiance, you will face the consequences.”

She barked out orders to the other girls, who moved with a dismaying efficiency that belied the distress evident on their faces. Before I could fully process what was happening, hands gripped my arms with an unexpected strength, as ifMorAstrid’s threats had frightened my ‘sisters’ into forcefulness.

Sophie and Amélie pulled me out of the water. They forced me to my knees at the edge of the pool. I felt myself being bent forward, my bottom raised high and exposed. To my left, I saw Camille being positioned similarly by Yvette and Fleur.

“It is customary that the most spirited girls go to theOverherraand his shield-brother, but it is also customary that they be thoroughly broken to their masters’ hands,”MorAstrid said coldly. “Since you refuse to learn willingly, perhaps pain will be a better teacher.”

I heard the whistle of the leather strap cutting through the air a split second before white-hot pain exploded across my bottom. I cried out, my body jerking against the hands that held me in place.

The strap fell again and again, alternating between Camille and me. Each lash sent shockwaves of agony through my body, the sting amplified by my wet skin. Tears streamed down my face as I sobbed, all thoughts of dignity or resistance driven from my mind by the relentless punishment.

“Please,” I finally choked out between sobs. “Please, I’ll obey. I’ll do it.”

Beside me, I heard Camille’s voice, thick with tears but still somehow defiant. “Yes, we will comply. Just… just stop.”

The whipping ceased, and I sagged against the cool stone, my bottom feeling as though it were on fire.MorAstrid’s voice cut through the haze of pain.

“Stand up, both of you. Go to the shelves and gather what you need. You will clean each other out, thoroughly and without complaint. Is that understood?”

“Yes,MorAstrid,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying.

As we shakily got to our feet, I caught Camille’s eye. The fire of rebellion still smoldered there, but it was tempered now by resignation. We both knew that further resistance would only draw more punishment.

With trembling hands, I filled the enema bulb with warm water from one of the smaller pools. Camille knelt before me, her whipped bottom raised and exposed. I hesitated, my face burning with shame.

“Go on,”MorAstrid commanded. “You must learn to help your sisters be pleasing to their masters, as they will help you be thekneppetøjyourHerramerits.”

“Kneppetøj,Mor?” Sophie asked, ever the eager pupil it seemed.

“Yes, girl,” the crone replied. “It is perhaps a bit vulgar, but it is highly accurate nonetheless. It meanspiece for fucking—or perhaps,fuck toy.”

I couldn’t suppress a little whimper at the wave of shame that traveled through my body to hear the older woman’s mature voice say such things about my new life. I turned my burning face toward my even more embarrassing task, and saw Camille’s pussy and anus revealed and offered.

Taking a deep breath, I pressed the tip of the rubber nozzle against the tiny pink opening of Camille’s anus, and pushed it in as gently as I could. She tensed at the contact, a small whimper escaping her lips. Slowly, I squeezed the bulb, watching as the water disappeared into her body. Camille gasped, her fingers gripping the edge of the pool.

“That’s it,”MorAstrid encouraged. “Fill her completely.”

I continued until the bulb was empty, then carefully withdrew it. Camille’s body shuddered, and I could see her struggling to hold the liquid inside.MorAstrid directed her to one of the floor sinks, where she released the water with a sob of humiliation.

We repeated the process several times, until the water ran clear. By the third round, I was horrified to realize that my body was responding to the intimate act. A familiar warmth pooled between my thighs, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing arousal.

When it was my turn, Camille’s touch was surprisingly gentle. As the warm water filled me in a way I’d never imagined, I couldn’t hold back a moan. The fullness, the vulnerability, the sheer intimacy of the act brought on an impossibly complicated multiplicity of sensation, emotion, and thought. When I finally released the water, I felt a confusing mixture of relief and shame.

“Very good,”MorAstrid said, her tone softening slightly. “Now, it’s time to prepare yourfisserfor your masters’ pleasure.”

She gestured to the shelf, where several razors lay. My eyes widened as I remembered what Sven had told me—the reminder a bare pussy would provide of my submission to him.

I watched with a mixture of fascination and apprehension asMorAstrid instructed Amélie and Sophie to demonstrate the shaving ritual. Amélie stepped into the pool, her pale skin glistening with droplets of water. She bent over, placing her face on a folded towel at the edge of the pool, her bottom raised high in the air.

Sophie knelt behind her, razor in hand.MorAstrid’s voice was calm and clinical as she guided Sophie through the process. “Start at the top of her mound,” she instructed. “Use gentle, downward strokes. Be careful around the labia—they’re very sensitive.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away as Sophie began to shave Amélie’s pussy. The soft scraping sound of the razor against skin seemed impossibly loud in the steamy chamber. Amélie whimpered softly as the blade glided over her most intimate areas, removing every trace of hair.

“Now for the bottom,”MorAstrid continued. “Amélie, reach back and spread those little cheeks. Sophie, you must remove every hair from the cleft of her backside.”

I felt my face grow hot as Amélie complied, exposing her most private place. The razor moved carefully between her buttocks, and I saw Amélie’s fingers tremble as she held the tiny globes open.

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