Page 8 of Her Viking Master

A piercing scream cut through the air, making me flinch. It was a cry of pain, yes, but mixed with so much more… pleasure… surrender. I heard the rhythmic movement of a man’s forceful thrusts, punctuated by Amélie’s sobs and moans.

“He’s taken her virginity,” Sven murmured, his fingers never ceasing their maddening dance on my clit. “His cock is in her littlefissenow. He’s claiming her fully as his thrall. Soon,lille en, it will be your turn.”

I whimpered, my hips pressing back against his hand of their own accord. The sounds of Amélie’s defloration filled the cavern, and I found myself growing even wetter. My nipples tightened almost painfully, scraping against the rough wood of the bench.

I should have been horrified, should have been fighting against my bonds with every ounce of strength. Instead, I felt myself surrendering to the sensations, to the dark desires Sven had awakened within me. As Amélie’s cries of pain gave way to unmistakable moans of pleasure, I trembled in anticipation of my own claiming.

CHAPTER5

Mary

Three more times I heard the ritual repeated, each man proclaiming ownership of his chosen thrall. The girls’ responses blurred together, a chorus of need and surrender in rapid French. With each defloration, the cavern filled again with cries of pain and pleasure. The air grew thick with the scent of sex and sweat.

My entire body trembled as I waited for my turn, Sven’s fingers never ceasing their torturous dance on my most sensitive flesh. I was so wet now that I could feel my arousal dripping down my inner thighs. My nipples ached, rubbed raw against the bench.

Then I heard Erik’s voice, strong and clear. “I, Erik, claim this thrall, Camille, as my own. She belongs to me, body and soul.”

There was a moment of tense silence. I strained to turn my head, catching a glimpse of Camille’s face. Her jaw was clenched, her eyes blazing with defiance. For a heart-stopping moment, I thought she might refuse.

But then Camille spoke, her voice low and husky. “J’ai besoin de vous servir, maître Erik. Je m’engage à vous faire plaisir avec mon corps. Je suis à vous pour m’utiliser comme vous le voulez.”

I didn’t need Sven’s translation to understand the meaning behind her words. Camille’s tone dripped with need, with surrender. A shudder ran through me as I realized how close I was to uttering those same words.

Erik’s grunt of satisfaction was followed by Camille’s sharp cry. I heard the wet sound of his cock entering her, claiming her. Camille’s defiant facade crumbled as Erik began to thrust. Her cries of pleasure echoed off the cavern walls, together with the obscene, rhythmic sounds of energetic fucking.

My head spun, overwhelmed by the sounds and scents of sex all around me. I was trembling uncontrollably now, my hips pressing back desperately against Sven’s hand. I felt like I might combust if he didn’t claim me soon.

As if reading my thoughts, Sven’s fingers withdrew from my aching pussy. I whimpered at the loss, but then I felt him move behind me. His large hands gripped my hips, lifting them slightly. I let out a soft cry as I felt the head of his cock pressed against my entrance, hot and insistent.

“I, Sven Hallstrom,” his voice boomed out, filling the cavern, “claim this thrall, Mary, as my own. She belongs to me, body and soul.”

My heart raced. This was it. The moment of truth. I knew what I had to say, what I desperately wanted to say. But the words caught in my throat, choking me with their enormity.

“Speak,lille en,” Sven growled, his cock pressing more firmly against me. “Confess your need. Tell me how desperately you need to serve your master.”

I bit my lip, shame and arousal warring within me. But the emptiness of my aching pussy, the need to have it filled at last, took away my ability to resist.

“I… I need to serve you,Herra,” I whimpered, the words spilling out of me. “Please… I need you to use me, to… to fuck me.” My face burned as I said the crude word, but Sven’s approving rumble sent a shiver of pleasure through me. When he spoke, though, his voice was still stern.

“You are an intelligent girl, Mary,” he said, his hand gripping my back with a little warning squeeze. “Make the pledge you heard your sisters make.”

My tummy flipped, and a little sob emerged from my throat.

“I… I pledge… to give you pleasure with my body, and…” I couldn’t believe the words that came from my mouth, but I also couldn’t deny how my body demanded they be said, “…and I belong to you, to use as you wish.”

Sven’s grip on my hips tightened, and I felt the head of his manhood, soft but somehow hard, too, press more insistently against the virgin opening. I held my breath, my entire body taut with anticipation and fear. Then, with a powerful thrust, he surged forward.

I screamed as he tore through the barrier of my hymen, my maidenhead, my maidenhood, a searing pain radiating from my core. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I buried my face against my bound arms, trying to muffle my cries. Sven was huge, stretching me beyond anything I had ever imagined. I felt impossibly full, split open on his massive cock.

“That’s it,lille en,” Sven growled, his voice thick with lust. “Take your master’spik. This sweet littlefissebelongs to me now.”

He began to move, withdrawing slightly before slamming back in. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pain and pleasure coursing through my body. The initial agony began to fade, replaced by a burning stretch that walked the knife’s edge between discomfort and ecstasy.

Around me, I could hear the other girls crying out as their own masters continued their rough claiming. The cavern echoed with the lewd sounds of fucking: creaking wood, grunts and moans of pleasure. I caught snippets of French—pleas for more, cries of “oui, maître!”, desperate whimpers of need.

Sven’s pace quickened, his hips snapping against my upturned bottom with bruising force. The bench creaked beneath us, the ancient wood protesting the vigorous use. My body rocked with each powerful thrust, my breasts dragging painfully against the rough planks.

As Sven rode me hard, seeking his pleasure, my senses seemed to heighten. The flickering torchlight cast dancing shadows across the cavern walls, and suddenly I noticed something I hadn’t seen before. The stone was covered in intricate carvings—runes and symbols etched deep into the rock face.

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