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Trembling, I complied, letting my knees fall to either side of the narrow bench. The position left me terribly revealed, my pussy and even my anus on full display. I felt the cool air on my private lips, making me acutely aware of how wet I had become, even as terrified as I was. My face burned with humiliation.

Sven’s hands moved to my wrists, guiding them even further forward. I felt the brush of metal against my skin—an iron ring, I realized, set into the end of the bench. With swift, practiced motions, he began to bind me to it using leather thongs. The material was supple, but strong, and I knew instinctively that there would be no escape from these bonds.

As he worked, I became aware of the sounds around me. The cavern echoed with whimpers, sobs, and occasionally a sharp cry of fear or pain. I turned my head, catching glimpses of the other girls being similarly restrained. The petite brunette was weeping openly, her body shaking with each sob as the red-bearded man roughly positioned her. Camille, in contrast, was eerily silent, her jaw clenched tight as she glared defiantly at her captor.

A particularly loud wail drew my attention. One of the other girls—a willowy blonde—was struggling against her bonds, crying out in rapid French. Her captor responded with a sharp slap to her bottom that echoed through the chamber. The girl’s cries turned to hiccupping sobs.

I felt a perverse sense of pride that I hadn’t cried out like that, even as tears streamed silently down my face. But then Sven’s hands were on my hips, lifting them slightly, and I couldn’t hold back a whimper of my own.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. “Arch your back. Offer yourself up to your master.”

My body responded to his command before my mind could process it. I found myself bending my limbs, tilting my hips up and back. The position thrust my bottom further up into the air, my pussy even more exposed and vulnerable. I could feel my labia parting slightly, knew that Sven could see everything.

“Good girl,” he praised, and, despite everything, I felt a mortifying rush of pleasure at his words.

CHAPTER4

Sven

I tied Mary in place, hardly thinking about the practiced movements of my hands as my fingers worked the leather thongs with ease. Her lovely, pale flesh quivered beneath my touch as I secured her knees apart, spreading her vulnerable sex. I took a moment to admire the view—her rounded backside lifted high, the pink folds of her sweet pussy glistening with arousal.

As I moved to securing her knees in place with the fittings set into the bench, I reflected on my decision to claim Mary as my bed thrall. Erik had found another girl for me, of course. He always did his due diligence, verifying the submissive nature of potential thralls through the Sons of Odin’s time-honored methods. But Mary had caught my eye in class, her eager mind and barely concealed lust sparking my interest.

I’d had the brothers in our tech division run her through our algorithms—the ones we’d ‘borrowed’ from the Institute. The results confirmed what I’d suspected: Mary was a natural submissive, ripe for training. I’d planned to wait, to see how she came along over the next year. But when she’d come to my office with the clear intent to seduce me tonight, I’d known the time had come to claim her.

My hands ghosted over the curve of her hip as I finished the last knot. Mary whimpered softly, her body trembling. I could smell her arousal, see the way her thighs quivered as she fought against her own desires.Such a good girl,I thought.So ready to serve, even if she doesn’t know it yet.

Around me, I heard the other warriors finishing their preparations. The cavern echoed with soft cries and the rustle of rope against skin. I straightened, surveying the scene before me. Six young women, bound and displayed on the ancient rowing benches of our longship. It was a sight to stir the blood of any true Son of Odin.

I moved to stand again at the stern, my voice ringing out clear and strong as I addressed my brothers and our new thralls. “True Viking warriors never take by force that which is best and most lovely,” I proclaimed. “We will only use their cunts and mouths and bottoms when they are ready for fucking.”

A ripple of anticipation ran through the group. I gave another command, and watched as my brothers set to work, their skilled hands bringing pleasure to our captives’ bodies. Mary’s soft moans reached my ears as I caressed her pussy, my fingers dancing over her sensitive flesh. I leaned close, murmuring in my native tongue, “Sådan en sød lille jomfru fisse du har, Mary. Så klar til at kneppe din herres store pik.”

Mary shuddered she heard her name, and I even thought she might already have learned the meaning of the terribly naughty wordfisse. With my mouth right against her ear, I repeated the words in English even more softly, savoring her whimper of fear. “Such a sweet little virgin cunt you have, Mary. So ready for your master’s big cock to fuck.”

As I straightened, I caught the defiant gaze of the girl Erik had chosen—the lovely, athletic Camille. Her eyes blazed with anger even as her body betrayed her, responding to Erik’s touch with an unmistakably randy jerk of her hips.

I spoke to them all again.

“Fear not, girls, that your new sisters are any less whorish than you yourself are. You all need fucking, and tonight you shall all get as much of it as your sweet bodies require.”

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Mary

The rational part of my brain kept repeating variations of the same theme.

What the fuck is he talking about?

That’s bullshit.

That’s some crazy-ass bullshit, right there, that is.

What does he evenmean?

Another part of me, though… another part, further down, deeper in… even that merely positional metaphor of depth made my face burn hotter than the blazing torches placed around this huge sanctuary to some ancient god.

Odin.He alreadytoldyou. Sven… your… your…

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