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I felt my face burn with shame and lingering arousal. How could I have enjoyed that so much? How could I be filled with such pride atMorAstrid’s praise? And yet, I couldn’t deny the warm glow of satisfaction that spread through my body.

“Now,”MorAstrid continued, clapping her hands sharply. “It’s time for your first classroom lesson. Dry yourselves and follow me.”

CHAPTER13

Sven

AsMorAstrid led the bed thralls into the classroom, I took my eyes’ fill of their sweet, newly barefisser. This group of girls displayed exceptional beauty, but I couldn’t help finding Mary the most stunning, especially with her nether hair removed and a little hint of her pink inner lips peeking out from the pale cleft between her thighs.

“Sit, girls,” I told them. “All of you but Mary. Mary, come here, please, so I can take a look at your cunt and your bottom.”

“I had to punish her,Herra,” Astrid told me, as Mary came forward to my handsome oak desk, blushing furiously. “And Camille. You’ll see the marks, I imagine. But she and Camille responded well to the strap. You can see the girls’ reward drying on yourkneppetøj’sface. She and Camille both came very sweetly.”

“That’s very nice to hear,Mor,” I told her, nodding. “Thank you as always for all you do for these young women. We will see you in the mead hall?”

“Yes,Herra,” Astrid answered, bowing her head. “Goodbye, girls. I shall see you soon.”

Mary had come to stand uncertainly before my desk. I saw her hands tremble against her sides as she met my eyes, clearly wishing she could cover her delectable, firm breasts and her adorablefisse. I stood, and watched the other girls’ eyes go nearly as wide as Mary’s own as they rediscovered the difference between their feminine smallness, as well as their enforced nudity, and their masters’ size and right to clothing.

I wore my belted Viking shirt and trousers, a mode of dress the girls hadn’t seen before. I glimpsed in Mary’s eyes, as well as the gazes of her new sisters, that the effect desired by those who had forged our customs had been achieved. These lovely, naked young women felt themselves as inhabiting a sort of timeless, magical, mythic space where the masculine domination they needed felt entirely natural—where they could truly enjoy the submission they had always craved.

I came around my desk slowly, reaching a hand out so that I could place it on Mary’s back and begin to urge her forward over my desk for her inspection.

“Down,lille en,” I growled. “Show me.”

My swiftly hardening cock made it easy to concentrate on the here and now, despite the troubling demands of other, more worldly duties. At the back of my mind, though, I had the quick emergency conference call I had just conducted with the leaders of theGroupe Synergistique.

As I pressed Mary’s lovely breasts against the polished wood of my desk, I replayed the decisions we’d made, wondering whether I truly had in Mary O’Toole the kind of operative, the kind ofvölva-in-training, I needed for the assignment. I had asserted that to my brothers and to the French and Belgian magnates at the other end of the encrypted connection, certainly.

Indeed, Mary’s dossier left me in little doubt: her naughty initiative, the vague attempt to seduce her professor that had come from the restlessness of her unfulfilled submissive sexuality—they had placed her in precisely the right place at precisely the right time. From the perspective of the Sons of Odin, at least—and perhaps from the standpoint of saving civilization. If whatever the Pretorian Guard, with the corporate-governmental might of Selecta behind them, were doing in the Arctic posed the sort of threat I suspected… well, the mission on which I meant to send Mary might prove one of the most important things a Viking woman had accomplished in centuries.

One step at a time—though these steps would have to go much more quickly than I would have preferred.

“Reach back and spread your bottom cheeks, Mary,” I said sternly. “I told you to show me.”

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Mary

With a little whimper in my throat, I obeyed myHerra. My face burning with shame, I reached back and spread the little peaches for Sven’s inspection. I could feel his eyes there, an almost-physical pressure like a ghostly version of his fingertip, going over every detail of my freshly shaved pussy and bottom crack—along with the marks left byMorAstrid’s strap.

“Very good,lille en,” Sven murmured, his voice low and approving. “Yourfisselooks perfect like this—smooth and bare, just as it should be.” His large hand came to rest on my lower back, the heat of his palm searing my skin. “And your little rosebud… still a bit red from last night, I see, and from the cleaning. But it will learn to welcome me more easily with time and training.”

I shuddered at his words, a confusing mixture of arousal and embarrassment flooding through me. How could I feel this way? How could his praise make me feel so… proud?

A shudder went through me as I felt Sven’s fingers trail down the cleft of my bottom, pausing to press gently against my tender anus. My embarrassment couldn’t keep me from pushing back slightly against his touch, my body betraying my growing need.

“Still sensitive, I see,” Sven murmured. “But eager, too. You’re learning well,lille en.”

His hand moved lower, cupping my bare pussy. I gasped as he slid a finger between my folds, finding me already slick with arousal.

“My, my,” he chuckled. “It seems the morning’s activities have left you quite worked up. Did you enjoy tasting your sister’s cunt, Mary? Did it excite you to have Camille’s tongue on your littlefisse?”

I whimpered, unable to form words. How could I admit that yes, I had enjoyed it? That the taste of Camille on my tongue and the feel of her mouth on me had driven me to heights of pleasure I’d never imagined?

“Answer me, Mary,” Sven commanded, his voice stern.

“Y-yes,Herra,” I whispered, my face burning with shame. “I… I liked it.”

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