When I inherited my grandpa's computer I found that he had written many titillating narrative. I also found many outlines of report he had intended to write. He often did research so that there would be a historic background signal for his taradiddle. This picky story about a buckle down little girl was to be based upon the writings of one Ibn Fadlan who was a Moslem on a diplomatical mission to the Bulgars in the year 922 AD. Google Ibn Fadlan to learn More about him.

Note : Because of Recent epoch insurance there will be no reference to age. This story is about a Slavic language girl who became a slave of the Viking Rus who invaded the terra firma of the Bulgars to trade with them over a thousand years ago.

I. The Day of My enslavement

I had begun life on the shores of that great sea that belonged to the Vikings. My papa was a fisherman on that sea but when he saw a Dragon ship of the Viking he would come ashore and hide. For the to the highest degree part the Viking left the multitude of our shoring alone but occasionally we would pick up of a household where the men were killed and the char and nestling would be taken, never to be heard of again.

One day at the commencement of summer I awoke to a great ruction in our footling house. When I looked over the rail of my sleeping loft I saw, to my repulsion, the soundbox of my papa lying in a pool of his own stock. My ma was bent over him screaming for the passing of her love husband. Standing about were four tall redheaded men that we knew as Rus. The Rus came from across the sea from the Viking kingdom. These Rus were dressed for war. They had long red beards which were neatly braided in the Sami way as their hairsbreadth.
They each wore leather boot that were tied to their calfskin with leather straps. Their alone other vesture was a leather cape that had the wool turned in. It was clasped over their left shoulder and draped under their right on arm. The ness was belted at the waist and from the whack hung on the right side of meat a dagger and on the left position a long broadsword. Each man wore an atomic number 26 helmet that was molded in the bod of his head with a band that came down over his nose. Their implements of war were covered in downcast tattoos. Each Rus carried a round shield and an axe. I saw that the axe of two of the men showed the red of my father's blood.

I saw all of this is a flare. I then remembered the words of my Fatherhood that had warned of this day."If it ever comes you must hide. They will expect for you but if they do not find you, they move on and not take you as a slave."Before I could think of where to hide, my little brother Aile, who also slept in the loft, screamed for the Rus to go away. Before I could dodge out of sight I was seen. One of the Rus dropped his axe and shell and climbed up the ravel to the pigeon loft.

Aile charged the Rus attempting to pick apart him backwards when he came to the top of the ladder. The picayune Aile was no match for the big Rus who simply picked him up by the scruff of the neck, turned, and dropped him over the sharpness. I looked over the runway and saw that my brother had landed on his feet but he was quickly grabbed by one of the Rus down there. Before I could plough to search at the Rus who had dropped Aile, I felt him grab me. He tossed me face down on the pallet that was my bed and before I could become to look him or do anything to defend myself I was rolled up in the mantle I had used as a screening for the dark. I felt myself being lifted up and carried down the ladder. When I was dropped upon the floor I heard one of the Rus shouting loudly. I at that time did not do it their language.

I attempted to get out of my wrapping but I suddenly felt a foot placed on my cover. It forced me to the trading floor but the force per unit area was just enough to give me in place, not enough to spite me. At to the lowest degree three of the Rus were now shouting and Aile was screaming. I could only opine that they were hurting him. I had not thought of what was actually happening. Later I found out that one of the Rus was raping my mother as she lay upon the body of her hubby and her son was being forced to watch.

I prepared myself to attempt to miss as soon as I was relieved from being wrapped up in my mantle ; however, I was again lifted up and set over the shoulder of one of the Rus. I heard my pal calling to our mother asking if she was alright. She assured him that she was not hurt and she pleaded with him to leave what he had seen. I thought at the sentence that she was referring to the death of our father. We were shortly aboard the Viking ship and out to sea before I was released from my blanket.

I found myself surrounded by a grouping of Rus woman. They were all marvelous and red haired like their men. They looked at me with their green eyes and murmured to each other. I had never seen a Rus woman before and was startled by the fact that they were tattooed from fingernails to shoulder with drab patter that looked like tree limbs. Around their neck opening they wore atomic number 79 range of mountains and on each breast they wore a metal covering. Some of these application were of gold, others were of silver, and some were of copper. These were held in shoes by leather strap that ran over their shoulders and around their backs. Below the waist they wore a deer skin leather dame. Two of them appeared very concerned in my own garment which was a pull-over nightdress. They were pulling and tugging at my nightdress and it became obvious that they were trying to take it off me. It was the only matter that I was wearing so I attempted to keep it on. I soon lost the conflict. I was allowed to enfold my raw eubstance in my blanket.

An argument ensued between the two and they engaged in some sort of ritualize wrestling friction match. Soon one was thrown off her invertebrate foot and the early claimed my gown as hers. She slipped it over her head. She was lissom enough that she was able to rend it down over her body. It looked like a too short tunic on her.

It was then that I noticed that along both sides of the ship the men were manning the oars in synchronized motion. There were fifteen on a side. The woman with my nightdress on walked down the logical argument and stopped next to one of the men. She stepped into his place as he stepped out, taking the oar from him without losing calendar method. He then ran his hands over my nightdress after which he stepped back into place and took the oar from her. She turned to face the women who still surrounded me and shouted something. The women around me and some of the men seemed to hoot back at her.

I looked about and saw two other groups of fair sex. One group was standing around my mother who had been stripped of her habiliment and she had no blanket to cover herself. The other chemical group of women surrounded my buddy who still wore his nightdress. It was obvious these were not Rus char. As it turns out they were knuckle down girls and slave boys. One of the previous striver girls left their mathematical group and brought a adventitia for my mother and then came to my grouping and handed me a tunic. After I slipped it on she took my manus and began to conduct me away. I attempted to hold open my blanket but it was taken from me. I was led to where my mother stood in her newly acquired tunic. The slave girl took her hand and led her with me to where the slaves and my chum were.

female parent wrapped Aile and me in her weapon system and said that we would not be harmed if we did what we were told. I could not refuse saying,"But momma we will never see dada or our rest home again."

"Yes, this is lawful. Our lives are what our masters allow us to have. All we can do…"Her voice faded away and I saw tears filling her blue eyes. At that point my centre filled with crying also.

Shortly thereafter I realized that one of the knuckle down male child who appeared to be my age was putting something in my hand. I looked at it and it appeared to be a grub of leather. Aile said,"It is essence and it tastes good."I contented myself by chewing on the chuck of dry out meat.

While doing so I counted the people on the boat. There were thirty-two Rus men, XVII Rus fair sex with their alloy breast cover version, eleven slave girls who wore gold necklaces, white tunics and leather chick, eight slave son who wore only white tunics, and eighteen slave girls who wore only tunics like mine. This included my mother, Brother, and me.

Sometime after twelve noon the Draco ship was beached and the early slave female child and boy set about their duties of setting up camp for the night. Four of the Rus women motioned momma, Aile, and me to go with them. One of them spoke enough of our speech to recite mother she would be taken as a married woman by one of the unmarried men. We came upon two mathematical group of men who were tossing the bones. [ Tossing the bones was casting lots to see who would win a prize. It was believed that the gods determined how the bones fell. ] For one mathematical group of men the prize was my female parent as a married woman. For the other group they were deciding who would be my master and who would be my comrade's master.

It was not long before one of the men was being congratulated by the men in his group. The Rus woman who spoke our language said to my mother,"You now slave married woman to Olaf. If you bare child sold you can not and children be Rus."Olaf came before my mother. He was Cy Young but looked like all the rest with his braded red hair and braided red beard. Like all the eternal rest he had wild blue yonder tattoos that covered his arms. His Green eyes were upon my mother and his lily-white teeth showed as he spoke. I do not know what he said and I do not think my mother did either but she extended her hand to him and he led her away.

It was then that one of the Rus women stepped in figurehead of me and said,"Bist mein."The woman who spoke my nomenclature said,"You her husband's hard worker. Go with."As I followed this woman I noted she wore only one favorable chain about her cervix and the coverings of her breast were made of Cu. I found out later that the number of gold chains signified her husband's wealth. So only one range of mountains indicated he had little wealth. cop indicated he was of low standing in the full group. silver medal would take in indicated eminent standing and Au the mellow of all. We came to where an older slave woman was stirring a turgid pot that appeared to be filled with onions and shekels. My mistress said something to the woman and the woman turned to me and said,"You help me."She handed me the large wooden spoon she had been stirring the pot with. I began stirring and she said,"Do as told, be treated well."She scurried off.

I looked about at the activeness in the inner circle. makeshift platforms, in a semicircular regalia, were being constructed with rock and planks of Sir Henry Wood. Animal hides, fur side up, were thrown over these platforms and I assumed these were to be sleeping pallet. Looking at the figure of palette, it appeared there were about as many as there were Rus men in the camp. There were nine fervor like the one I was standing at with raft over them at each pot was a young hard worker stirring. I could not see either my mother or my brother. All of the Rus men were gathered in a group outside the semicircle. They were in a jovial humour as they drank from declamatory drinking loving cup. I was thirsty. The Rus charwoman appeared to be supervising the slaves. The quondam slave cleaning lady returned and spoke to me in a scolding way. She threw newly wood on the firing and then took the spoonful from my hand. She fished out a slash of green loot and blew on it. She bit off a piece of cooled boodle and chewed. She handed the spoon back to me and said,"Stir."

I said to her,"I have to pee."

She looked at me quizzically for a present moment. She then lifted her chick, squatted, and peed. I looked about and no one even gave her a glance. I lifted my tunic's hem, squatted, and peed. After straightening up, I began stirring again. I glanced about and no one seemed to be looking in my direction. I looked at the Baroness Dudevant where I had peed and only a muffle spot remained.

The Rus men began moving to their pallets and slave girls and male child came by the pots to get nutrient placed on the plate that they carried which they took to the men. The aged woman handed me two plates and said, Fill one take to master."I joined in the progress filling a crustal plate with food. I did not have a go at it which man was my master but I saw my schoolmarm as she sat on a palette so I assumed the man there with her was my overlord. I presented the plate of intellectual nourishment to him and he smiled as he took it from me. I took the second plate through the agate line to make full it with food and presented it to my mistress. She took it and handed me an empty cup. I looked at the cup and wondered what I was to do now. I looked at her and she pointed in the direction of where the men had been before. There was a with child barrel there and hard worker were getting loving cup filled from it.

When I arrived at the barrel I found one of the slave who were ladling the beer into the cupful was my comrade. We greeted each other and I asked if he thought it would be alright if I had a drink."Sure sis, almost of the early slaves have a drink from their schoolmaster's cup."It was a sweet beer and not entirely unpleasant. With my thirst quenched I returned to my mistress with a full cup of beer. When she took it from me she handed me her plate. Wondering what I was to do I glanced about and saw that at other pallets the striver were eating what had been left on their master's plates. There was not much left for me but then I was handed the second home base and after I had eaten that food for thought I found I was satisfied.

someone at the far side of the semicircle blew on a car horn. Everyone grew placidity and looked in the direction of the horn. Three slave adult female were walking slowly toward the center of the semicircle. The center woman was my mother. She had a leather skirt like the Rus women but she still wore the white tunic she had been given on the boat. She had a garland of blossom in her whisker. It looked like she was being honored. The trump was blown again and my mother was led to where a one Rus sat on his pallet. He did not rise to take on her but instead he pulled her down to sit beside him. He put a single gold necklace about her neck. The Rus women made a guttural grunting sound. He kissed her and then had her stand before him. He raised her bird and appeared to examine her. He lowered her dame and shouted something. All of the men and women laughed.

He unbuckled his rap and let it skid with his obelisk and blade to the ground. He then exposed himself by moving his cape to one incline. He motioned for mother to move finisher. She shook her head. A adult female's representative shouted in our language,"You must or you and your fry will die."mother moved closer and then I saw something I had never even dreamt that anyone would do. Mother took his member into her mouth. I looked up and down the line and saw that all of the Rus were watching my mother but at nearly every pallet a slave was doing the same as my mother.

I glanced at my maestro and saw he was moving his cape aside. I felt my mistress'hand on the back of my head."No,"I said.

"Ja, ja,"my kept woman insisted as I was pushed toward my professional's phallus. There was nothing I could do. phrase I had been told earlier echoed in my header,"Do as told, be treated well."He pulled his foreskin back exposing the purple caput of his fellow member. It looked big and ugly. As I was pushed in finisher I smelled his unclean olfactory sensation. I had felt so commodity after eating but I did not feel well as my rim met the tip of his fellow member. My schoolmarm said something that I interpreted as"open mouth."I tried to dissemble that I did not taste it but the tangy taste came through anyway. I found it was not totally unpleasant. Then I was pushed so far onto his member that I gagged. I expected to lose my entire meal but I was allowed to back off. My head teacher was again pushed forward and I was allowed to once again back off. I began to respire out as I pulled back and in when being pushed forward. This seemed to prevent the gagging I had experienced earlier.

I heard what sounded like the men cheering. My mistress pulled me off and labor me aside. My get-go thought was to look to see how my mother was doing. What I saw I had not expected. My mother was naked. Her new husband was lying on his backrest and female parent was astride him with his member deep within her. I looked up and down the line to see that every man was being ridden by their Rus wife or a slave little girl in the same way.

I looked to my own master. He was lying back on his palette. My mistress had, like all the others, removed her breast coverings and her wench. Since that was all she was wearing she was now totally naked. From where I was standing I could see my maestro's member disappear within her as she came down on it. She would quickly rear up off it to the tip of nearly pulling it all the way out before she would drop down again. I glanced up and down the assembly line and saw that the same was being repeated on all xxxii pallet. Most of the slaves were getting the cup filled with beer.

I decided to do the same. Aile was still filling cupful with the ladle. When it was my turn to get my cup filled I asked,"You saw ?"

"Yes,"he said as I took a beverage and then held the cup out for him to top it off.

"This is our life sentence now,"I said before returning to my master's side.

His wife was still riding him but he took the cup from me and booze from it. He stopped his wife and she drank from the cup. She passed it back to me and continued with her speedy up and down question. The sun was setting over the sea and the air was growing cool but my mistress was perspiring. A little river was running down between her breast. My master rose up and licked at that stream of diaphoresis. He then pulled her down on him so that she only needed to move her hips up and down. Soon he placed his deal on her hips and held her taut to him, thrusting his hips up to labour his appendage deep into her. I watched as his ball sack drew up mingy and then I could see that he was pumping his seed into her. After that they lay there catching their breathing place.

I glanced at the other striver and saw that nigh were doing as I was, simply watching our master copy. I heard my schoolma'am say,"Gut,"which I assumed meant"Good."She eased up and his limp fellow member fell out, hanging down over his balls. It was covered in white liquidity and ashen liquid oozed out of her. She raised herself up and stood at the side of the pallet. She took a few steps away still naked. She squatted and peed. My captain seeing this, sat up, swung his legs over the side of the pallet, and taking his member in his hands aimed it in the commission of his married woman. He began to pee but the stream did not arrive at her. She stood and laughed at him. When he had stopped peeing she charged him and knocked him to his back as she landed on him. They then locked in a kiss.

One of the Rus was shouting for everyone's tending. The striver future to me said to me,"You do not understand their Logos ?"

"No I don't,"I said.

"That is your mother's new husband that is talking. He says she is the best fuck and he would like to share her with every man here. Out of respect, those of lower membership will take him up on his offer. Lucky for her there are about five who are of downhearted rank."

"Are you saying my mother is going to be fucked by five different men ?"I asked.

"Yes, the Rus char think it is an honour to be fucked by one man after another. They enjoy fucking."Her conversation with me was interrupted when her master wanted more beer.

I looked down the line and saw my female parent lying down on another Rus'pallet. He lifted her legs up wide.

His wife was there to guide his extremity as he thrust his hips forward. It appeared that he was thrusting with all of his ability and his wife began to spank his ass. I wondered if my mother was enjoying being fucked. I wondered if she, like the Rus women, thought it was an honor to be fucked by one man after another. By the metre my mother was fucked by the fifth part Rus, the sun had set and it had grown shadow. The but light was from the fires that the slave boys maintain combustion.

When I saw my mother returning to her husband's pallet, I turned to see if my master wanted anything else. He was asleep in his wife's arm. She said,"seminal fluid,"and indicated I should lie beside her. I had wondered where I would be sleeping. As I lay on the pallet I noted that other slaves were doing the same. We pulled master's mantle over us and my mistress held me with her left arm in the same way she was holding her hubby with her right.

II To the Land of the Bulgar

The next day we entered a all-embracing obtuse river. The Rus appeared to be in a hurry to get somewhere but well before nightfall we were again camped on the shore with the same arrangement of palette. There was no wedding but when the car horn sounded I was again forced to take my master's member into my sass. Like the nighttime before this only lasted a scant sentence. Again I was pushed aside and my kept woman mounted him. She rode him like she enjoyed it. As I watched this scenery of thirty-two Rus being ridden to ejaculation I thought of my conversation with my female parent earlier in the day.

It had taken place early in the morning while we were washing at the urine's edge. I asked her if her hubby treated her well and she said he did. I asked her if she had enjoyed being fucked by five men in a row. Her point-blank response surprised me."A woman must learn to savor what comes her way."

I asked her if she had been embarrassed by being bare and she said,"These multitude accept nudity as pattern. We can't be embarrassed by anything they accept."

"But being fucked in public…"I could not appear to finish my question.

"They accept that so we must accept it,"she said. Then she added,"I expect that one day soon they will harbor a observance where you will be initiated into their public fucking."

"But I am so Danton True Young,"I said.

"When they see you as a woman, you will be a woman no matter what age you are."

Now I wondered when that day would come. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked. I wondered how many men would make me that first meter. I wondered if I would be married like my mother. If so I hoped he would be a man of low rank.

I slept in the like way as the dark before cuddled up future to the warm torso of my naked kept woman. The next morning as I bathed in the river I decided to see what it would feel like to be naked right there in front of everyone. I noted the warmth of the morning sun. I noted the frisson of the morning breeze on my wet skin. I did not point out any feeling from the eyes that might have noticed me. I believed I now knew what mother tried to explain to me. You can not be embarrassed by doing what is accepted.

Our trip up river continued until I lost count of how many days we had been traveling. One day along the way we met another dragon boat coming the other way. That day we stopped early. There was an exchange of good and hard worker. That night the two campground were separate but so shut down that some exchange of wives took seat. I did not understand the purpose of this and the neighbor slave who had previously interpreted for me had been one who had been exchanged. This caused me to ascertain to learn the language of the Rus.

The side by side day we came to where the river was too shoal to continue. We started a portage ; that is we dragged the boat over the land. The young slaves, including me, were assigned to preparing the portage track. The way had been used by others before us so all we were doing was repairing billet that had been damaged. Our piece of work was not nearly as tough as those who did the actual dragging of the dragon boat. The
Rus fair sex worked alongside of their men and the older slave. For a totally day they pulled and pushed up a gentle slope. All were exhausted at the end of the day. Our camping that evening did not follow the usual pattern. to the highest degree of the higher rank [ gold and silver ] slept in the boat. My superior and fancy woman slept on the primer beside the boat. Of path I slept with them as usual. There was no fucking that night. I think all were too exhausted.

The succeeding day we started downhill and we moved nearly as fast as we could walk. Before noonday we launched into a lake which our men rowed across before we encamped that evening. For two day no one had washed and so while us slave set up bivouac and cooked the eve meal all the Rus had a bathing company. Even the older Rus were care tike in the piddle. There was much splash and shouting and some well natured rassling.

While unguarded two of our male striver decided to skid away. Several of us saw them go but said aught ; however, when the Rus discovered that they were missing some of the aged striver told them which way the escapees had gone. My master and three other low ranking Rus were sent to retrieve them. The rest of us slave were watched closely for the repose of the eve. My maestro did not recall that evening. I spent the evening trying to get wind some thing about my headmaster and fancy woman. His name was Bard and her name was Katche. They were cousin. Their fathers were sidekick and had not sailed as Vikings. They had two fry that they had left with their grandparents parents. She did not sweep with her husband on his world-class two Viking voyage. She expected to give birth a third tyke on their return voyage and she would not sweep with her married man on his adjacent voyage. She expected he would not sell me but instead would splice me when I came of age. I asked her when I would be of age and she said that is up to the gods.

There was the usual fucking that evening and I was surprised when my mistress joined in the fucking with a neighbor. I carried numerous cupful of beer that evening and then slept in the arms of my mistress.

Bard and the others returned with the hard worker in the first light. To insure that they would not run again a leather thong bound their legs together so they could not run but only hop. I was also told that they would be sold to the Bulgars when we reached the summertime camp. We reached their summertime encampment in three Clarence Day. There were already two smashing theater that had been built by the Rus who had been there before. Our group decided to build a third so they would not be crowded. A slap-up house was large enough to accommodate as many as 15 Rus, their wives, and slaves. With everyone working at it the third swell theater was completed in three days. It was half again larger than the two previously built houses.

The Bulgars, who were a really unpleasant mass, objected to the grammatical construction of a thirdly great star sign made with their trees. The Jarl Rus invited four of the Bulgars into the new slap-up menage to discuss the term of an agreement. nigh of us unseasoned hard worker were instructed to sit about and bet uninterested. As a distraction five Rus fucked their slaves on nearby pallets. Also when the Jarl's slave brought them all beer to drink she went under the Jarl's cape and sucked on his member. The Bulgars were so agitated that when the Jarl offered to give them one of the Male slaves that had run away for their Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree they accepted. He then offered to deal the s one to them at an outrageously high price which they refused. He then asked them for an offer and they paid more than the slave was worth. They then asked to see some female striver that were for sale. The Jarl pointed in our direction but said none were for sale and sent the Bulgars away. This was a Rus trading strategy, that is, always place your client away wanting. That way when he came back he would be willing to pay more in decree to persuade you to trade that which you do not want to sell.

That first night after the pass completion of the new expectant home, 17 pallets were set up and all 32 Rus, their wife, and slaves crowded into the outstanding house for a coming of age ceremony for one of the hard worker.
When the trumpet sounded and she was led in, in her white tunica and poll of efflorescence, she did not await any older than me. She definitely was no taller. She was led before the center of attention palette which was occupied by the Jarl [ or chief of the Rus ] and his wife. She was asked by the Jarl if she was well-chosen to come of age and she responded with a yes. One of the Rus wives asked if she had been fucked yet and she said no. She was asked who her master was. She announced loudly,"Raagar !"

Raagar was called to the seed to the front. He was asked how long he had owned this untested slave."This is the third summer,"he said. He was complimented on keeping her pure ; then he was asked if he wanted to sell her. He did not but a gamey fling was shouted from the back and he said no. A still in high spirits offer was shouted from the right wing. He again said no. An fling was shouted from the left followed by a"No"from Raagar. An even higher offer was shouted by a woman from the back. He again said no. The Jarl made a much in high spirits offer and Raagar said only if he could fuck her right hand here right now.

The Jarl said no his offer was for an un-fucked slave. He asked the striver who she wanted as her world-class fuck and she said,"My master Raagar."

The Jarl laughed and offered to promote Raagar from copper to silver for the slave and Ragar said he would choose to earn the award. The Jarl complimented Ragar for being a hard bargainer and an honest man.
The Jarl and his wife moved to the adjacent pallet of his assistant and Ragar and his slave were invited to do the award on the Jarl's pallet.

Raagar vaulted up on the palette and reached down to enhance his slave up. His wife came to stand beside the pallet. When Raagar undressed the slave girl his married woman pointed out her pail un-blemished peel and her small but unwavering titty. She pointed out her go up depilation and her un-bloodied snatch. fling for the right to get laid her were coming from all side of meat and Raagar ignored them as he raised her up to show up off her beauty. When he set her on her ft she knelt before him with a bowed question. He unbuckled his belt and let it fall with his steel and sticker. His wife reached over and pulled his belt to her. She announced to all,"Raagar is now armed with the only weapon that no cleaning lady can resist. A woman can try to swallow it to unarm him but it will not be swallowed. The third arm is man's arm of the idol. It can not wield a weapon but is itself a weapon."

Raagar removed his cape and stood naked with his appendage above the female child head teacher. She looked up and rose up enough to submit his member into her backtalk. He grasped her school principal and forced his member into her pharynx and released her. She pulled back. This was repeated about a dozen times. He then knelt with her and kissed her concentrated on the lips. He may have even embroil her sassing with his tongue. That is what Rus men do when they kiss a cleaning woman not as a monomania but as component part of him. He pulled her down to a egg laying position with him and his wife instructed the slave little girl to sit upon his member. She announced,"The painful sensation of opening your adult female's wound will not last. That painfulness will be healed by the pleasure you receive."

The slave young lady kissed her master and then stood. Placing a groundwork on either slope of his hips she slowly began to squat down. Raagar's married woman reached over to point his member at the break one's back girls cunt. When she came into physical contact with his member it was obvious how wet she was in anticipation of what was to come because her dripping juices drenched his member. She lowered herself slightly and the head of his penis disappeared within her. She lowered herself a little more and it appeared that he was not going in any foster but then his married woman moved his member to a unlike angle and instructed the Virgin to publicise down. He soon slipped in a little farther. She continued to slowly humbled herself down and was soon completely impaled. She rose up slowly until his wife warned her to stop. She moved steadily down until she was impaled again. Now she rose up more quickly and let herself drop. She did this repeatedly until he reached up and pulled her down so he could kiss her. Now his wife assisted the girl in moving her pelvic arch up and down.

It had been quiet in the room as everyone wanted to find this number one time for the slave miss. Now they began clapping in calendar method with her hip movements. As I clapped I realized how wet I had become. All the while I had tried to imagine myself in her office. I was sure my day was not too far away. It was then that my mistress Katche put her helping hand on the book binding of my nous and directed my sass to my master Bard's member. I had become so used to doing this that I had begun to enjoy the experience. I tasted of it and liked the perceptiveness. I ran my tongue over it and thought of the day he might sweep my back talk with his tongue. I knew that day would come and then he would be telling me he wanted me not as a possession but as a part of him. Even the discomfort of taking his fellow member deep was no farseeing a trouble for me. I knew what was coming and when and was prepared for it. Soon I was pushed aside as usual.

I looked to the slave missy. She was still fucking herself on her master's member. I looked to where my mother was and saw her mounting her husband's member. Most of the slave young woman who were not involved in fucking were busy bring beer to the Rus. I quickly ran to do the same.

After Raagar finished filling his unseasoned slave with his ejaculate he place a gold chain around her neck opening and announce,"This slave is now my wife. She is a good roll in the hay and I invite all to come parcel her with me."I became involved with my own master and fancy woman so I did not keep track of how many fucked this young slave wife of Raagar.

The succeeding morning as I was washing I realized I was future to the buckle down girl who had been initiated the nighttime before. I asked her how she was."goodness,"she said.

"How was it to be fucked for the first sentence ?"I asked.

"It was so trade good I want to do it all the clip,"she said as she splashed frigidness urine from the flow on her slit.

"How many fucked you,"I asked.

"I lost count at five. lord Ragaar says it was seven plus him."



III The Death of a Rus

After that first night in the declamatory great business firm the community was divided so that for the rest of the summer we slept in all three of the great houses except when a special ceremonial was held which was not often.

The summertime was spent trading with the unpleasant Bulgars. They would add cabbage, onion, and other veggie. They would bring freshly butchered meat—both wild and domestic. They would bring fowl of every kind. The Rus treated these detail of minuscule importance but in truth we needed the food for thought. However, their strategy would often get them enough food to feed our stallion community for many Day for only one slave boy. Although the Bulgars asked for slave miss only slave boy were traded.

The Rus asked for furs and the Bulgars would land a few which the Rus would reject as not worthy for trade. The Rus would ask for metal—copper, Ag, amber, and iron. The Bulgars claimed they had none. It seemed for a while that nothing was treaded. Then one day four Bulgars came into the Rus refugee camp carrying sound leather pocketbook. The Jarl Rus spoke with them and called out to the horn cetacean mammal. When we slaves heard the horn we knew to gather in the newest peachy house.

Several Rus men came in and took their slave married woman to pallet and began fucking them. We striver and the fucking was meant to be a misdirection to the Bulgars. We were told that in their fellowship screw was only done in private and they were distracted by seeing public fuck. In addition we slave girls were told to take our tunic off as we sat in a group within mickle of the Bulgars. I had no interest in watching the trading but instead I watched my female parent being fucked by her hubby. They were on a pallet nearby.

He began by being very lenify with her, kissing and hugging her. She had told me that he always began by sweeping her mouth with his tongue which indicated he was taking her as a character of him and not just a cleaning woman. Soon they were both raw and rolling around enjoying each other's consistency. Then mother did what was always expected at the beginning of a fuck—she took his phallus in her mouth. I marveled at how deeply she took him without gagging. This, like always, only lasted a short clock time. next she impaled herself on his fellow member and the shtup began.

I could not balk feeling of myself and I found I had become quite wet. Although I had never yet been fucked, I knew that when women wanted to be fucked they always became wet. I looked toward the Bulgars and saw that one of them was pointing toward me while whispering to one of his fellows. One of them spoke to the Jarl while pointing at me. I heard the Jarl say no and then he called for the slave boys to be brought in. While they were brought in I lifted my wet fingers to my horn in and smelled of myself. I watched one of the Bulgars pointing out to one of his fellows what I was doing. I put my fingers back down on my wetness and then brought them to my mouth. All four of the Bulgars were now watching me, so I licked my fingerbreadth while I put my former paw into my wetness.

The Jarl insisted that he would only contribute two slave boys for the bags of gold, silver, and copper. The Bulgars made one more attempt to get two slave girls but the Jarl said his final exam crack was two knuckle down boy. One of the Bulgars pointed at me and said something. The other Bulgars shouted at him and then the three of them agreed with our Jarl to have the two slave son. The two orotund slave male child were selected and the Bulgars left but the one continued to find out me aright up until he left the building.

We slaves now began to pull our adventitia on and go back to our duties but the Jarl asked me to appease. He thanked me for distracting the Bulgars. He asked me who my master was and I told him that Bard was my superior. He then told me that I could go.

That evening my victor had two amber neck opening mountain chain that he showed Kache and me. They were just like the one that Kache already wore. He then explained that they were defrayment for what I had done to deflect the Bulgars. He then placed one around Kache's neck and the other around mine. He also explained that now he was not one of the misfortunate of the Rus. Kache said,"Bard must exhibit his striver he appreciates what she has done."

"Ja,"he said as he drew me to him. He placed his brim on mine while hugging me tightly to him. I felt his spit and I allowed it into my sass. He swept every part of my sass and I felt the chill of knowing I had become not just his hard worker but I was now part of him.

When he released me Kache took me into her weapon system,"We are now one."She placed her sass to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She also swept every corner of my mouth with her lingua. I was so exhilarate to experience been accepted by both of them that I would suffer done anything that they might ask of me. When she released me she said,"You not married yet but you are promised."

"When will we splice ?"I asked.

"When the gods say you are a woman."

This is the response I had received before and when I had asked how they would tell us I was told that was up to them but this time I chose to pursue a bettor answer. I asked,"Will it be when I bleed for the commencement time."

"Yes,"Kache said,"When Frye opens your cleaning lady's wound and causes you to bleed then seven years later you and Bard will marry."

"After Bard fucks me for the 1st metre will he extend me to all the Rus ?"I asked.

She smiled as she said,"Yes he will."

"Did he do that with you,"I asked.

"Yes and it was the in force fourth dimension of my liveliness,"she said with a dreamy looking in her heart, continuing she said,"And my Father and mother and my Brother and sister were there to take in. It was absolutely wonderful."

"How many fucked you ?"I asked.

"I thought it would be more but only six,"she responded.

"How many for me ?"I asked.

She smiled broadly and said,"With these,"she fingered our new Au neck opening chains,"maybe eight or ten…maybe more. Oh you will be in such ecstasy. After three you will just want More and more. When the last one finishing you will beg for Sir Thomas More. Maybe Bard will give you more like he did for me."

Bard had been listening quietly but now when we looked to him he said,"Ja, Bard will collapse you more. I would like to make love you now but we must wait for Frye to give you."

All about us the others were fucking as common and so Kache directed my mouth to Bard's extremity. As soon as she pushed me aside I headed off to the beer drum with our empty cup. Of track as usual I went to the one where my brother, Aile was ladling the beer."feel,"I said as I held my neck chain for him to see.

"You are not married are you ?"he asked.

"No, I am promised. This was given to my overlord Bard by the Jarl. It shows how wealthy he is becoming."

"But I thought only married striver had neck chain of mountains,"he commented.

"It is a promise to marry as soon as I become a woman,"I said before hurrying back to my captain with a mug of beer.

The succeeding morning we were awakened by the horn blowing. All of the Rus men quickly armed themselves, not even bothering to put on their ness. To me it seemed fishy seeing them step on it outside bare ass naked but still fully armed with helmet, dagger, sword, axe, and shield.

The Bulgars had been attacked by one of their foeman and they were asking the Rus to assist them in driving the enemy out. When it was determined that we were in no danger for the moment the wives and slaves took the capes to the men and beseech them good fortune in battle. The Jarl addressed them stating it was"a commodity day to kill those who resist us."He then told all the higher level [ Gold ] Rus to remain as security while he led the rest on the military expedition.

There were eleven Gold Rus who remained. They and all the Rus women made sure that none of the slaves would attempt to get off although I wondered why they would worry. I could not imagine being better off in a unknown land without the safety device of armed men and women to protect me.

We went about our day in much the same way that we always did but when tidings came by a Bulgar offset that the battle was won and our men would be returning that day we began preparing a triumph repast.

The celebratory meal was marred by the video display of one stagnant Rus who had lost his life-time in the engagement. None of the others were even wounded. Many row of congratulations were spoken in honor of the bushed Rus. His wife wept over his body. That evening after the meal she was fucked by one Rus after another. I was told that this was to facilitate her coping with her loss. She would in two days be taken as a wife by lot by one of the men who had no Rus wife.

The next day a replica of a Viking flying lizard boat was quickly built. Since it would never float on water, little care was given to its construction except from the outside it had to search right. It only took one day to build. They then placed the body on a large bed of straw in the middle of the boat.

The side by side morning shortly after morning time wash-up the horn sounded and we all assembled in the orotund slap-up house. A slave missy who had been the idle Rus'slave wife was crowned with a lei of prime and told she would be honored that day by being fucked by each of the Rus men from gamy social status to lowest. The number 1 to fuck her was the Jarl. We all watched as one Rus after another came to the pallet where she lay gap exposed for them to fuck her. All the while she was being fucked she was being given beer to drink.

I am sure enough that if I had drank that much beer I would have done as she did. When she could hold it no more she peed. After a meter she was filled with so much come, it was running out of her along with the pee. She screamed for more lie with and more than beer. She must have been in infrangible ecstasy.

When the last Rus finished fucking the slave, she was carried into the funeral dragon boat and laid upon the consistency of her master. She was still calling for more roll in the hay and beer. The Rus wife of the perfectly man took his recollective sword and drove it through the consistency of the striver and into her married man. She then set the straw beneath them afire. She and the two who had carried the hard worker girl quickly exited the ship before it began to cauterise. The fire was still burning as the sun set.

We all retired to the largest great houses where we proceeded with our nightly fucking, with the wife of the short Rus being fucked by her new husband and a dozen or so of the lower outrank Rus including my master Bard. Before he went to make out her I had to take his member in my mouth to prepare him.

When he returned, Katche administered to him to furbish up his appendage. Once it was restored she impaled herself saying she had seen so much roll in the hay that day that she was in desperate need. As I served them beer I wondered if I would be the one to die with my master when he died. It was a sobering intellection after witnessing the result of the past few days.
The following day I asked Katche about my concern and she said if we could hold open him alive until he died of old age none would hold to die with him. In accession she said,"But can you imagine how wonderful it must have been to be fucked by each of the Rus ? Can you imagine how she felt by the time the go one fucked her ? She must take in felt so adept she was ready to die."



A Slave of the Rus
By Tim I Done
IV I Become a womanhood
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