This short story is an entry in the 2001 Soc.Sexuality.Spanking Summer Short Story Contest and is copyright by the author and commercial use is prohibited without permission. Personal/private copies are permitted only if complete including the copyright notice. The author would appreciate your comments
Category: Adult
Here's another sketch from the novel I'm working on. I'm aware I promised a longer version of the first one (Runaway). I haven't forgotten that, but after my mother died suddenly a couple of weeks ago I'm only now beginning to feel like writing again.
Taken
By
Owen Williamson <Ashthorn@maildulf.demon.co.uk>
Tilla let the furs fall closed behind her and walked back towards her own roundhouse. It was getting light. She'd better hurry before someone saw her.
As she turned the corner, she glanced out to sea. Something moved out there! Ships, there were ships in the bay. Black ships with black sails! The Vikings were coming!
Tilla ran. Just ahead of her was the storehouse. She had armour, and a sword, hidden in there. For once she could be useful.
As she ran she heard the alarm being sounded. Those Vikings would get a hot reception. Wouldn't her father be proud when she helped to drive them off. She could picture the smile over his broad face as he praised her. Better than being told she should "act like the lady she was supposed to be".
Tilla dived into the storehouse, raced to the back and started pushing bales to one side. There was her tunic, and the sword. Quickly she pulled the stupid gown she'd been wearing over her head.
By the time she'd wriggled into her tunic and got the shield strapped on she could hear fighting outside. Men yelling, the hammering of weapons on shields, and screams.
The drapes over the storehouse door were thrown back. Tilla stopped. She'd expected a huge, blond man with horns on his head, an enormous beard and iron wrapped round his body. The lad who'd just come into storehouse was blond, certainly, but he lacked the beard, and the horns, though he did have an iron cap on his head. He'd even got his sword in the wrong hand.
This would be easy.
Tilla yelled as she attacked. The Viking grinned, met her wildly swinging sword with his shield and disarmed her in a matter of seconds. Still smiling.
He came towards her. Tilla tried to back off, but found herself up against a stack of bales. Before she could run, he'd grabbed her and turned her round to face the bales. He flung the skirts of her tunic up her back.
Tilla tried to relax, guessing what would come next. She heard a chuckle, and looked back. The Viking had his sword raised!
Tilla screamed.
She shrieked again as the flat of the sword blade came down across her naked rear. Again, and again it was applied, until the fire it roused seemed as though it were burning her up. The fire seemed to be spreading to other places as well.
Sore, humiliated and scared, Tilla suddenly found tears flowing. As she sobbed, she realised he'd stopped hitting her, and was speaking calmly. His tone was comforting, even if she couldn't understand the words.
He turned her over, gently. She met his eyes, saw the warmth of his smile.
He threw her over his shoulder and walked out of the storehouse, heading for the dragon ships ranged on the beach.
The End
© Copyright Owen Williamson 2001. You are permitted to make one copy solely for your own use. Any other use, including posting on the world wide web or reproducing this story in any other way, whether for profit or not, without explicit written permission from the author is absolutely prohibited.
Reviews
Julie Moon <Msmusic4(at)won(dot)com>
This story is different. It felt like a piece out of a longer story and visually it was very picturesque. A foolish young woman certainly would have been humbled by such treatment and the story does make me wonder what would have happened next.
Needy Wench <needywench(at)hotmail(dot)com>
sigh Every woman's wish, to be thrown over the shoulder of a blond Viking and carried away. This does read as part of a larger work though, and I'd like to know what happens when they get to the boat.