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This story, "A Viking Story", is copyright by me, Katanya. It was
written in December, 1999, and the final version was finished July 17,
2000. Permission is granted to save this story for personal use, and/or
to be archived if the archive allows access to this story for free. You
absolutely may NOT charge for access to this story. Anyone who sees this
story -- or any other stories by other authors who do not allow pay sites
to use their work -- should please report it immediately, so that such
fraud may be stopped. And now, a little history about this story:
This story is much, much different than the ones I have written before.
It began when I read a viking story on a.s.s. nearly a year ago. The
story had potential, but was poorly written, and overlooked because of the
cheesy and stereotypical nature of the genre. Frankly, Viking stories are
a dime a dozen, although something in the one I read spurred me to write
my own, sort of to show how it could be done. I'm relatively pleased
with the finished product, although I understand it came from and is part
of a cliche; hence, the simple and direct title: "A Viking Story".
However, a warning: the story is violent and horrible, full of all
sorts of atrocities, and isn't pretty in the least. Because of its
content, I can't even really recommend you read it, especially if rape,
blood and gore, nasty revenge, pedophilia, necrophilic-like acts, or
homosexuality offend you.
Thank you for reading. Please e-mail me with any questions or comments,
and visit my website for the four ass/assm stories I have posted so far.
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A VIKING STORY
by Katanya
(rape, violence, pedo, m/m, m/f, m/m/f, borderline necrophilia)
Copyright July 17, 2000
It had been many months since the last voyage of the Arnoth. The
village had grown large and we were in need of food. The elders decreed
that we take our best and fastest ship to the deep southern seas in search
of sea life to sustain us. Abundant fishes of all kinds were plentiful in
those waters, and with rations for the men and salt for preserving our
catches, we sailed solemnly into the wind.
Peace was new to our people, but with a larger population comes
greater responsibility. When I was a lad it would have been unthinkable
that the best ship of the fleet would be used for mere fishing; it would
have been an insult to the warriors and the spirits of those slain in past
great battles. Yet just a few short years ago, the wise and aged of our
village made their decision. It was a hard choice -- sacrifices were
made, sages were consulted, and councils were formed. The gods seemed
unconcerned. "A good omen," insisted the sages, who felt that if Odin
truly did not approve, his wrath would have consumed us all.
Odin's wrath never came.
I was sorry to see the old ways go. Much of what I prize as my
own was earned in many territorial battles. Fine metals, jewels, and furs
decorate my home. A small island to the southwest yielded some rich
treasures and a young bride for me. How could I forget such bounty? To do
so was impossible. As I trawled the seas when the Arnoth last sailed, I
thought of my father's face, stained with pride, as I flew on my first
warship nearly thirty years ago. As I mended the net, I thought of my
first rough weapons, cudgels and spears crafted by my own hands. As I
slit and beheaded the fishes that were to feed our village, I thought back
to the foreign warriors I'd defeated not so long ago. Their blood flowed
about my feet, and their limbs piled behind me as I tore through their
land.
And the women. Being young, I'd never known the flesh of fair
maidens until my first battle. Makreth led our battalion into a tiny
shoreline village, inhabited with the former dregs of our society. He'd
chosen this target carefully; when he was a boy, many wild women and
shiftless men were cast out of Nangren during a week-long feast to Odin.
Odin was most pleased, Makreth continued, and took kindly to the outcasts,
sending them to a small, cave-filled inlet. The lazy men managed a few
ramshackle huts and took the women as wives the best they could. But
these were not fine women, Makreth warned; these were lusty women,
wenches who saw fit to bed any man they felt like taking. One vile harlot
had seduced Makreth's uncle when he was a wee tot of only six. She had
been caught with her lips upon the boy's member. Makreth knew she'd be
elderly now, but revenge was on his mind.
"You're a young, fine group of warriors," Makreth bellowed to his
soldiers. "This battle shall prove to be no difficulty for us, but it is
good practice, something you require before we sail to other lands.
There will be little treasure for us to take, but the women are plump and
fair. For many of you this shall be your first taste of woman, but I
promise you, it will not be your last!"
We laughed heartily and ate well that night. I dreamt of a large
woman, with blonde, curly tresses down her back. She resisted me, yet
opened up willingly at my command. I sank into her, deeply, satiated by
power I found in the softness beneath me.
The morning broke grey and hazy. We donned our furs and our best
boots and trekked most of the day. At nightfall Makreth stopped the march
at the foot of some small hills. We camped there that night, confident
our fires would not be seen because of the hilly terrain. All of the
young men slept fitfully that night; none of us removed our boots.
Makreth wasted no time in the morning, waking us swiftly and
quietly. There were at least one hundred men in our company, and several
seasoned veterans out for a little fun. Makreth assured us there would be
no more than seventy villagers.
We climbed the hills quickly, finding the soft green grass gave
way to quick flat stone. It was only minutes before we were at the apex
of the peak, and I began to feel uncertain. Things had been too swift,
too simple. At first, I shrugged it off as nervousness, but when I saw
the village I knew my fears had been true.
At least fifty huts lined the coast below us. Two large meeting
houses sat in the middle of the village. Many milled about in the open
area in the centre of town, marketing and visiting, even at this early
hour. One young warrior gasped. But to turn back was unthinkable. We
would not leave our first battle as cowards.
Makreth considered the situation. "Their men are not around," he
noted. "We could take several hundred of them in this state. It would
teach their men well, leaving their women and elderly unguarded. I see
that in forty years, they have learned nothing!" Makreth's voice rose as
he spoke, excitement flaming in his eyes.
"Come, men, we have no time to lose!"
Like a storm we descended upon the town. Our feet pounded on the
hillside like a heavy rain, and our cries were like thunder in the
innocents' ears. My mind was unclouded but unfocused. I feel to this day
that Odin was guiding all the young men, preparing us to be grim and
determined soldiers in his immense legion. We easily gathered up about
two hundred people within minutes, and threw them all into the bigger of
the two community houses. I alone slaughtered at least seven young men
who had time to gather arms and try to defend their village. I admired
them for trying so valiantly in the face of unyielding defeat; they had
to know their puny staffs and trowels would do us no substantial harm.
Valhalla held its arms open wide for those who knew no fear in battle, and
I felt glad knowing that my spear was sending these men to a fine and
honorable place.
Many isolated skirmishes began after the main battle was through.
Several of us went from house to house, searching for stragglers and
treasure. There was little sound outside the community house.
Occasional fires crackled in pits; we threw sand on them, fearing some
hidden child or woman would use the fire against us. Our group had
searched at least ten houses when we began to split up, more confident and
growing impatient for the captive women.
At the second house I checked alone, I found a young girl. She
was not more than ten and was frightened into immobility. Her soft body
was adorned in the standard wear for women in this village: a large grey-
brown cloth wrapped around her, cinched at the waist with an aging leather
band. Thin pale legs stuck out from under her. Enormous brown eyes darted
from me to a pile on the floor. Sensing that it was a valuable item, I
strode immediately towards the pile. I kicked it; it was a woman.
The lady had once been pretty, but sickness had torn at her body. The
excitement of the attack had driven her to try and protect her young one,
but her body clearly had failed her.
The girl shook violently as I looked around the hut. Not even
food, or dishes, or furs to take as a prize! Throwing open the dirty
cloth that hung over the door, I peered out, and saw very little going on.
A fellow soldier had found himself a woman, a short, plump housewife
thrown face down into the mud, with her skirts thrown over her head. She
was dressed well, for this village. Likely a merchant's wife, I decided.
Ulv had tossed aside his weapon and was fumbling at the enormous bulge in
his leather pants with one hand, as his other hand smashed down on the
woman's neck. When his shaft had been released from its binds, he grabbed
the woman by the waist and knelt between her legs. I was impressed with
Ulv's size but mesmerised by the vision of the woman, legs spread, her
pink slit in plain view. Ulv guided his hefty shaft towards the woman.
Holding it tightly, he rubbed it up and down her slit, then plunged in
fiercly. A loud, raspy cough escaped from the woman's lips. Ulv stuffed
his small leather pouch into her mouth and thrust viciously into her.
All I could do was stare at his member disappearing into the woman.
A rustling behind me shook me out of my daze. The girl had seen
what I had, and was frantically trying to escape from the hut by tearing
at the straw walls. She'd anticipated what I'd not yet thought of. My
manhood was thick and throbbing as I grabbed the girl by the back of her
dress. She squealed and tried to claw at me. The small child was so
pathetic, I had to laugh. As I began to drag her outside I wondered if I
should do the deed in plain view of the others, or inside in private. I
certainly was not as big as Ulv, and I was self-conscious. The squirming
girl would not be easy to subdue without hurting her, and I didn't want
her dead. At least, not yet. What happened to her after I'd had my fun
was of no concern to me. But it might not look good if I had to slay such
a little one to get my way with her.
I turned back into the hut and threw the girl down on what passed
as a bed. The lump that was once her mother was in the way, taking up at
least half the floor space; I hurled her limp, rotting body outside.
The young girl began to shriek loudly but quieted when I smacked her
gaunt, pale face. The leather belt she wore was old and rotten and
snapped easily under my hand. A few seconds later the cloths that were
her garments were piled on the floor, and her body was naked before me.
She'd not yet begun to develop, despite being marrying age in less
than two years. Her breasts had not grown at all, yet she had dark, full
nipples, which were hard from the cool morning air. Between her thin hips
was a soft mound of flesh, parted in the middle. Her young body stirred
me. I seized one half of the broken leather belt, wadded it, and forced
it into her tiny mouth to stop her screams before they started.
She tried to sit up, but I forced her back down. My bulk blocked
her way out of the hut and she didn't try to escape. I unlaced my leather
bindings to release my shaft, which was uncomfortably hard. Blood rushed
through my ears, almost muffling Ulv's grunts and moans from outside. I
withdrew my hardness from my pants, feeling its weight in my hand.
I ignored her stifled screams as I pried her legs apart. Her
hairless slit parted with her legs, revealing soft, red flesh. I ran a
calloused finger between her lips and then into her slit. She was so
tiny, so tight, each squirm and thrust from her young body vibrated down
my finger. I slid my finger in further and felt a barrier; was she
shallow as well as small? Before I had time to wonder any more, my finger
had penetrated the thin barrier, and I re- membered Makreth telling us
about virgin finds. Now, I regretted my decision to take this maiden out
of sight of others; a virgin would have impressed even Ulv.
Pain had brought tears to the girl's face. Her eyes were tightly
closed and her body rigid. I withdrew my finger and rubbed the blood and
juices on the tip of my shaft for lubrication. Wasting no more time, I
positioned myself against her slit, spreading her open with my hands, and
thrust in.
Thirty years later, I still remember the feel of the soft flesh
parting beneath me. My prick was embedded halfway inside the girl, who
was now limp from shock and fear. I withdrew a bit and shoved inside her
again, feeling wetness grow in her. Thrusting in again, I felt my
hardness reach the end of her tunnel. Breathing heavily, I began to
stroke her with my shaft. I leaned down and licked a large nipple. It
stiffened; I licked harder, until I lost control and bit down. I drew
blood. The girl didn't respond at all.
My cock was sore from the tightness and my balls were full. I
knelt between her tiny legs, held her hips high for easy access to her
slit, and began pounding furiously. Her head lolled as I grunted and
spilled my seed inside her.
Before I knew what was happening, Ulv and another warrior were
patting me on the back, congratulating me. My softening prick, streaked
with blood and my own semen, plopped out of the girl. Ulv grabbed my
manhood and grinned, baring wide teeth. "You will be as big as Ulv soon,
boy! Let's find more virgins, and leave this spent child to whoever finds
her next!"
The girl hadn't stirred once. I wondered if she was dead, but
knew that, dead or alive, a body that young would not go unnoticed.
I laced my leathers as I walked out of the hut and toward the
community house. Bloodied men and women lay in the dirt around me. One
woman, close to my own age, lay sweetly against a doorway. Her lips were
parted invitingly. I went to her and grabbed her by the shirt; her
severed head fell into her lap before I noticed the blood. "She was a
good one, she was," said Ulv. "I am displeased with whoever killed her.
I wished to take her home."
Just outside the community house, a warrior was taking his prize,
a young man of fourteen or so. The warrior's bare ass thrust forward
rapidly into his victim's body, which was bent over and clearly in pain.
He was a fair boy with a nice shaft that betrayed his own lust.
Ulv stepped inside. The community house, unlike the huts, had a
set of wooden doors with a latch on the outside and in. I followed and
was shocked to see so few people inside. Some elderly citizens huddled in
corners, and a few of our men wandered about.
"Where's Makrath?" demanded Ulv.
A stout warrior answered from across the room. "He took a woman
to a hut. The others were led off to shore. Mostly women," the warrior
said with a smirk. "These wenches are hearty, to be sure. There is little
treasure, and we may have to burn the village to claim full victory for
Odin."
Ulv and I nodded in agreement. I searched and found few women
worthy of taking, knowing more women were at the shore. I decided to
leave these women to the men who remained in the building, some of whom
were taking advantage of the opportunity. Ulv had already exited the
house, headed certainly in the direction I intended.
I wandered through some huts and found a few furs and trinkets
worth keeping. A young man feebly tried guarding his stash of coins,
which were worthless in our village but could be melted down for their
metals. I had no time to reason with him, chosing force instead. A sharp
bludgeon to his skull silenced him while I rifled through his belongings.
He had found many items from the sea, it seemed, and his small trunk of
treasures was the biggest find in the village.
The young man was not dead, I noticed, as I loaded all the bounty
into his trunk. It had been a half hour since my last conquest and I was
again feeling the need to take a villager; the young men outside the
community house had given me an idea. Buggery was certainly against the
laws our gods had decreed, but anything that defiled the enemy was right
in the eyes of Odin.
Using the sharp end of my spear, I ripped open the man's leathers.
He had not donned a shirt yet that morning, and was now naked before me.
His shaft was large for his age, and I wondered if it would stir despite
his state of unconsciousness. Quickly I lowered my mouth to his manhood,
which stiffened as I licked and suckled. Rolling him over, I noticed the
ripe curves of his hips. His ass spread before me as I prodded his
orifice with my own shaft. Precum had oozed to the tip of my prick,
making the slide inside the man easier. His hole felt tight but I thrust
in with ease; I determined he had done this before. He was warm and
welcoming and began to awaken as I pounded into him.
I reached between his legs as he propped himself up on his elbows,
and I grasped his hardness with my hand. He gasped and moaned, a much
more receptive host than the little girl had been. My balls slapped
against his own, which were tightly drawn up against his body. I felt
familiar stirrings in my gut. A moment later, I let loose with many
streams of my semen inside him. The young man's own hardness was falling
limp in my hand, and I realized he had spilled his seed on the dirt floor.
I did not hesitate, but stood and sheathed my manhood quickly.
The trunk left with me, and I did not look again at the young man.
The trunk grew heavy as I searched more huts, and more men were
coming back from the shore to search as well. I scanned their faces for
Makreth, to tell him of my good fortune, but did not see him. Deciding to
stop for a while in a particularly secure hut, I found a nice rug to sit
upon while I lay my treasures aside. The hut was large, with two rooms,
and a hole in the wall to let in light. A growl in the other room brought
me to my feet. Quietly, knife in hand, I drew aside the cloth in the
doorway to gaze inside.
Makreth stood with his back to me, completely naked. His powerful
muscles stood tense under his skin. The room had been demolished, with
the tiny wooden pieces of furniture smashed into kindling.
Beyond Makreth was a woman, still large and firm despite her age.
Both were frozen in a frightening pose. I felt I was about to witness
Makreth break this woman into bits.
Then the woman cackled. "Even at six, ye uncle was bigger than
that," she howled. The woman! This was the one Makreth wanted revenge
upon! It was true, she was evil; only a harlot would admit to bedding a
young child for gratification. Even a bride must be ten before she can be
taken into the wedding bed. What manner of foul woman was this? Perhaps
a sorceress, as some had been known to exist in other lands.
"You're a vile wench, Cartha," Makreth said slowly. "I shall take
you with my shaft whether you are dead or alive. It makes no difference
to me."
I was frightened, knowing Makreth meant every word. The woman's
eyes glittered with fear for a moment as she considered her options.
Then she saw me, peering over Makreth's shoulder. A sneer spread across
her haggard old face.
"I'd take ye and yer friend willingly, so I might as well
cooperate."
Makreth spun around and faced me. I had never seen such ferocity
in man before, nor have I since. Amazingly I had enough wits about me to
begin to stammer a grovel, when Makreth grinned, a cold, heartless grin.
"You'll be invaluable to me, boy," he said. "Go, and hold
the bitch down."
I did as he commanded. She was frail and weak, and her bones bent
like soft spring twigs. Makreth's shaft stood straight in front of him,
huge and bulging. His thrusting would surely break the old hag in two ...
but then, that was probably the point.
Makreth ripped at her clothes, revealing a ghostly white body,
slightly saggy breasts but a surprisingly firm torso. Her slit was
slight, reminding me of the young girl I'd taken earlier that day. The
hag had remained motionless, until Makreth grabbed at her small nipples,
twisting them roughly. She hissed and squirmed. I held her arms behind
her more tightly, as Makreth slammed his palm over her mouth. I gave him
a bit of cloth that had torn from my shirt in battle. He tied it with a
knot in the middle, which he shoved into her mouth. I fastened the ends
together behind her head while Makreth held her arms himself.
Her arms felt ready to break as I yanked them behind her back. Her
legs didn't move at all, and she was likely crippled. Makreth was lucky
she had lived this long.
Makreth spread her legs apart and jammed his hand into her slit.
He sat on his knees, one hand relentlessly twisting a nipple, the other
hand working its way inside the wench.
"You'll like this, bitch," Makreth gasped. "You're used to tiny
boys, but this morning you will feel what it is like to be taken by a real
man. The lad and I will see to that."
The witch was squirming as best as her old body could, but it was
no match for my strength. I took her tunic and ripped a long strip of
cloth from it to tie her hands with. Her hands were easily secured behind
her back. I moved out from behind her and she fell limply to the floor.
Her eyes twinkled with hatred.
"Boy, take her from behind. I think the whore needs to be
skewered up the arse."
The lady was evil and ugly, her deathly pale skin covered in spots
and sores, her bones sticking out beneath the leathery white flesh of her
back. Either in my youth or fear, I was somehow able to rally my member
to the task. In no time I was stiff and my pants were about my legs. I
bent the old hag over while licking my palm; I ran my wet hand down the
length of my shaft to lubricate it. My prick poked at her and she
screamed. Face down, with bum legs, she was unable to do anything to stop
me, and soon I found my cock buried inside her bowels.
I thrust back and forth quickly, enjoying my work more than I
realized. Seeing Makreth grasp his own member, I got an idea. Holding the
bitch about the waist, I managed to sit up, then lean back against a wall,
buggering her while she sat atop me, facing Makreth.
Makreth grinned, and stepped towards us.
His own member was wet on the tip from precum, which had left
small thick droplets on the dirt. The woman's hands tore at my stomach in
fear, as Makreth dropped to the floor, positioning his own bulbous prick
at the mouth of her tunnel. I smacked the woman about to stop her
squirming, and Makreth's hands fell atop mine as he grasped her waist.
"You damnable bitch," Makreth muttered as he tore into her with his shaft.
The sounds of the woman's muffled cries urged me on. I swore I
could feel Makreth's huge member bumping into mine through the fragile
skin that separated her womb from her bowels. I enjoyed feeling the
weight and warmth of both the woman and Makreth atop me.
Moans rumbled in my throat before I realized I was about to come.
Makreth's murky eyes locked with mine as I shuddered; I tried to keep my
eyes open, to stare into Makreth's as I shot my fluids inside the woman,
but I could not. My hands found their way to the witch's breasts as my
shaft exploded inside her. When I regained my senses, I realized I had
clawed the woman's teats badly. Skin and blood were under my fingernails.
Makreth looked pleased.
"Stay inside her, lad," Makreth growled. He was near his climax,
and the truth was, I was happy to stay inside the old woman if it meant
Makreth above me, pounding visciously. For a brief moment, I wished it
was me being brutally taken by my teacher and hero. The old bitch was
getting better than she deserved.
Suddenly Makreth pulled out and stood above the woman. "I shall
not give your womb the pleasure of my seed, woman," he said grimly.
"Take me in your mouth, and if you try to harm me, I will kill you and
finish the job on your corpse."
The woman needed no other convincing. I ripped off the binds and
she opened her mouth. Makreth thrust into her throat. Makreth howled
loudly and the muscles on his neck bulged. The witch gurgled. And that
was all.
After Makreth moved aside, I tossed the woman off of my shaft. I
hadn't softened as I normally did, which was surprising, considering the
day. The hag lay on her side, her watery blue eyes staring at nothing in
particular, drool and manseed slithering out of her mouth. As relaced my
leathers yet again, I suppressed a wry comment about the inappropriate
attire for the job. I gathered my items in the other room and left Makreth
to her alone.
Two young boys from our company walked by with a wooden wagon,
loaded with items scavenged from the village. I knew that no one would
later claim that which was not his from the pile; to do so would be
dishonorable, and one might lose their life in the battle which would
inevitably follow. I piled my own winnings atop the others and headed to
the shore.
I know not what I expected to see. An orgy, perhaps, or hundreds
of fair maidens ripe for the picking. Instead, I found a couple dozen
women being savaged by many of our men. Some of the women were either
unconscious or dead, I was unable to tell. I was able to pick out Ulv
from the others, and went to him.
He had a nice woman with him, whom he was apparently trying to
convince to undress. "I will rip this cloth off you, woman, if I must,"
shouted Ulv, "But for once today I'd rather not have to!"
I smiled and continued on. There weren't nearly as many here or
in the meeting house as I'd imagined, and I wondered at that as I watched
the men rape their women. Smoke began to ascend from the village, and I
decided to head back before fire destroyed everything.
Most of the huts were on fire, and many tens of villagers sat
together, watching their homes burn away. I strode past them and found
the hut with the girl, her mother still in a heap outside the door. I
tore down the cloth door and looked inside; the girl was still there, in
the same position as I'd left her. She must be dead, as there was no
other reason someone so young and vulnerable would have been ignored. I
decided to take her body to the pyre with the others.
As I lifted her, I heard a soft moan. The girl had not died. I
didn't know what to do with her, so I heaped her on a pile of furs in the
treasure wagon, and we took her back to our village. She was nursed to
health and within six months was married to one of the elders, a suitable
match, as she was young enough to care for him in his de- clining years.
It was a good raid, for a first raid. The town burned with a
vigor I've not seen since. Makreth never told me what became of the old
hag, and I confess I was curious about her. He was grateful for what I
had helped him with, and he sent me one of his women the first night back
from the attack. She awoke me with her lips around my shaft, and rode me
many times that night. She was beautiful. But when the sun rose over the
distant mountain range that morning, she returned to Makreth.
Much has changed since then. No more do we get wives from other
villages, nor do we rank our elders upon their well-won battles. Perhaps
that's about to change. The last voyage of the Arnoth was many months
ago, and it was a mere fishing voyage. Now, we have learned of a large
settlement to the east, on the northern coast. Some of their men arrived
in our village to trade a few days ago, and now many of our daughters are
missing. A ship was seen sailing to the northeast just this dawn. The
elders are meeting to discuss battle.
My weapons are sharpened and my leathers are oiled. Bless Odin
for allowing an aging man one last chance of victory on a distant shore.
--
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