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Princess Blaeja AEllasdottir of York, Northumbria
BOOK THREE: THE SAGA OF PRINCE HELGI ‘ARROW ODD’ ERIKSON
A Novel By Brian Howard Seibert
© Copyright by Brian Howard Seibert
WRITER’S UNCUT EDITION
(Contains Scenes of Violence and Sexuality Consistent with the Viking Period)
(May WILL be Offensive to Some)
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN POINT ONE
17.1 THE PLUNDERING OF PRINCESS BLAEJA (Circa 866 AD)
I purloined the following piece from a late Victorian romance,
a sexually explicit piece, an anonymous piece, to illustrate
the literary freedom that past generations had that we seem
to think they surely didn’t, now. And in the earlier pagan times
the Aesir and Vanir and Brahmans had even more freedom
to write lasciviously. The Vanir Romans wrote ‘The Golden Ass’,
the Brahman Indians wrote ‘The Kama Sutra’ and the Aesir Danes
wrote ‘The Lying Sagas of Denmark’. They all wrote what they did.
That was likely the greatest reason that Christians burned their
scrolls and runes.
Based on: The Way of a Man with a Maid; Anonymous.
Warning: May WILL be Offensive to Some!
(866 AD) Princess Blaeja ran around the bed until Oddi caught her up by the wrist. “Are you a virgin?” he asked her. She struggled to free herself, but Oddi’s grip was firm.
“Of course!” she said quickly, then she asked, “Why do you ask?” in a defensive manner.
“It may influence my intentions,” he replied.
“What might they be?” she asked curiously.
“Why, your violation, of course, my dear!” he replied quietly, looking her straight in the face, “the surrender to me of your maidenhead, as my wife!”
She started as if she had been struck. She coloured hotly. She stared at him as if she doubted her hearing. He stood still and calmly watched her. Then indignation and the sense of outraged modesty seized her.
“You must be mad to speak like that!” she said in a voice that trembled with concentrated anger. “You forget yourself. Be good enough to consider our friendship as suspended till you have recovered your senses. I asked for a royal rape! Not a royal wedding! Besides, I am no longer a princess. I am no longer worthy.”
“It’s not a royal wedding! It is a Viking wedding! I marry thee! I marry thee! I marry thee!” Oddi blurted out. “As soon as we consummate this, you shall be my lawfully wedded wife!”
Blaeja stared at him, silent with surprise and horror! But his quiet determined manner staggered her. She paled and she flushed painfully at what her immediate future would be. Blaeja stamped her little foot in her rage: “How dare you speak to me in this way?” she demanded furiously. “Do you think I am a child? Let me go at once!” and she stood in her most stately manner.
“You are no child,” Oddi replied with a sly smile, “you are a lusciously lovely girl possessing everything that I desire and able to satisfy my desires. But I am not going to let you waste time. The whole night will hardly be long enough for the satisfaction of my whims, caprices and lust. I know you do not consent to this, but I shall take by force what I want from you! Now make the most of the freedom you have left.” And turning his back on her, he proceeded to get the ship ready, as if anticipating that force would be required.
Overcome by her feelings and emotions, Blaeja sat back on the bed, burying her face in her trembling hands. She evidently recognised her dreadful position! How could she yield herself up to him in marriage? It was worse than the curse! And yet if she did not, she knew she would have to undergo violation! And possibly horrible indignities as well! Oddi left her alone with her shock and completed his preparations, then he quietly seated himself on a padded rowing bench that he had slid between the two mast supports and he watched her. Blaeja quickly sprang to her feet and rushed to the far side of the ship and was about to dive into the River Foss that formed a moat about Castle York when Oddi grabbed her about her waist and hauled her back aboard.
“Well, Blaeja, what is it to be? Will you submit quietly?”
A sudden passion seemed to possess her. She looked him squarely in the eyes for the first time, hers blazing with rage and indignation: “No! no!” she exclaimed vehemently, “I would rather take my chances with the curse! I defy you! Do your worst. I shall never submit to a forced marriage! Do you think you will frighten me into satisfying your lust? Once and for all I give you my answer: No! No!! No!!! Oh! You cowardly brute and beast!!” And she cried shrilly as she turned herself away contemptuously.
“As you please,” Oddi replied quietly and calmly, “let those laugh that win! I venture to say that within half an hour, you will not only be offering yourself to me absolutely and unconditionally, but will also be begging me to accept your surrender in marriage! Let us see!”
Blaeja laughed incredulously and defiantly: “Yes, let us see! Let us see!!” she retorted contemptuously.
Forthwith Oddi sprang towards her to seize her, but quick as thought she darted away, with him in hot pursuit. For a short time she succeeded in eluding him, dodging in and out of the rowing benches and rigging, like a butterfly, but soon he manoeuvred her into a corner of the ship and pounced on her, gripping her firmly, then half dragged and half carried her between the mast supports to where a pair of rope-pulleys hung between the two pillars, she struggling desperately and screaming for help. In spite of her determined resistance, he soon made the ropes fast to her wrists, then he worked the pulleys; the ropes tightened, and slowly but irresistibly, Blaeja’s arms were drawn upwards till her hands were well above her head and she was forced to stand erect by the tension on her arms. She was now utterly helpless and unable to defend her person from the hands that were itching to invade and explore the sweet mysteries of her garments; but what with her exertions and the violence of her emotions she was in such a state of agitation that Oddi deemed it wise to leave her to herself for a brief space, till she became more mistress of herself, then she would be better able to appreciate the indignities which she would now be compelled to suffer!
“Now I think I had better explain the equipment I have at my disposal for your subjugation, Blaeja,” Oddi said. “Danish slavers often whip slaves into subjugation between the mast support columns and the mast, using just the rope and pulley devices I have used on you. I got these ropes from Captain Halfdan shortly after I killed him for kidnapping and enslaving his fellow Danes and Norwegians.” Oddi instinctively checked the awning lashings of Fair Faxi to ensure privacy and reduce the screams that might carry out across the waters. When Blaeja had parted the awnings in her attempted escape, Oddi noticed that people had begun gathering along the far riverbank, likely having learned that there was to be a royal plundering upon the waters. He walked the length of the ship, checking the awnings as he progressed to the forecastle compartment and opened the doors and took out a walnut box of implements.
Princess Blaeja watched him as he walked and when he got back with the fine box he had her undivided attention.
“I learned from his crew that this whip was his favourite for use upon virgins, as it raised welts only and seldom broke skin. He used to whip women from their shoulders down to their calves, raising red striped welts across the lengths of their bodies and then he would whip them all the way back up again. He called the girls his ‘Pink Tigresses’ and they were fully compliant and recovered by the time he got them to the slave markets of Baghdad. When the Arab customers poked and prodded them and took them for the odd trial ride, they just bent over and took it all.”
During the ten minutes grace that Oddi mentally allowed Blaeja in which to recover from the violence of her struggles, he quietly studied her as she stood helpless, almost supporting herself by resting her weight on her wrists. She was to him an exhilarating spectacle, her bosom fluttering, rising and falling as she caught her breath, her cheeks still flushing, her beautiful auburn hair somewhat disarranged, while her dainty well-fitting dress displayed her neat comely figure to its fullest advantage.
She regained command of herself wonderfully quickly, and then it was evident that she was stealthily watching him in horrible apprehension. He did not leave her long in suspense. After going slowly round her and inspecting her, he placed a rowing chest right in front of her, so close to her its edge almost touched her knees, then slipped himself onto it, keeping his legs apart, so that she stood between them, the front of her dress pressing against the buttons of his trousers. Her head was now above his, so that he could peer directly up into her downcast face.
As he took up this position, Blaeja trembled nervously and tried to draw herself away from him, but found herself compelled to stand as he had placed her. Noticing the action, he drew his legs closer to each other so as loosely to hold her between them, smiling fondly at the uncontrollable shudder that passed through her when she felt the pressure of his knees against hers! Then he extended his arms, clasped her gently round the waist, and drew her against himself, at the same time tightening the clutch of his legs, till soon she was fairly in his embrace, his face pressing against her throbbing bosom. For a moment she struggled wildly, then resigned herself to the unavoidable as she recognised her helplessness.
He had not yet held Blaeja in his arms, and the embrace was a clasping between arms and legs in which she now found herself. She trembled fearfully, her tremors giving him exquisite pleasure as he felt them shoot through her, and she murmured beseechingly, “Please don’t, Oddi!”
He looked up into her flushed face, as he amorously pressed his cheek against the swell of her bosom. “Don’t you like it, Blaeja?” he said maliciously, as he squeezed her even more closely against himself. “I think you’re just delicious, dear, and I am trying to imagine what it will feel like, when all your clothes have been taken off you!”
“No! No! Oddi!” she moaned agonisedly, twisting herself in her distress, “let me go, Oddi; don’t … don’t …” and her voice failed her.
For answer, he maintained her against himself with his left arm round her waist, then with his right hand, he began to stroke and press her hips and bottom.
“Oh! … Don’t Oddi! Don’t!” Blaeja shrieked, squirming in distress and futilely endeavouring to avoid his marauding hand. He paid no attention to her pleadings and cries, but continued his strokings and caressings over her full posteriors and thighs down to her knees, then back up to her buttocks and haunches, she, all the while, quivering in a delicious way. Then he freed his left hand and, holding her tightly imprisoned between his legs, he proceeded with both hands to feel her form through her clothes, the configuration of her backside and hips and thighs, handling her buttocks with a freedom that seemed to stagger her, as she pressed the front of her person against him, in her efforts to escape from the liberties that his hands were taking with her posterior charms.
After toying delightfully with her in this way for some little time, he ceased and withdrew his hands from her hips, but only to pass them up and down over her incurving sides; thence he passed to her bosom which he began lovingly to stroke and caress to her dismay. Her colour rose as she swayed uneasily on her legs. But her stays prevented any direct attack on her bosom, so he decided to open her clothes sufficiently to obtain a peep at her virgin breasts, and he set to work unbuttoning her blouse.
“Oddi, no! no!!” shrieked Blaeja, struggling vainly to get loose. But he only smiled and continued to undo her blouse till he got it completely open and threw it back on to her shoulders, only to be baulked as a fairly high bodice covered her bosom. He set to work opening this, his fingers revelling in the touch of Blaeja’s dainty linen. Soon it also was open and thrown back – and then, right before his eager eyes, lay the snowy expanse of Blaeja’s bosom in the candlelight, her breasts being visible nearly as far as their nipples!
“Oh! … oh! …” she moaned in her distress, flushing painfully at this cruel exposure. But he was too excited to take any notice; his eyes were riveted on the provokingly lovely swell of her breasts, exhibiting the valley between the twin globes, now heaving and fluttering under her agitated emotions. Unable to restrain himself, he threw his arms round Blaeja’s waist, drawing her closely to himself and pressing his lips on her palpitating flesh which he began kissing furiously.
“Don’t, Oddi!” cried Blaeja, as she tugged frantically at her fastenings in her wild endeavours to escape his passionate lips; but instead of stopping, his mouth wandered all over her heaving bosom and to her delicious breasts, punctuating its progress with hot kisses which seemed to drive her mad to such a pitch that he thought it best to desist.
“Oh! my God!” she moaned as he relaxed his clasp and leaned back in his chair to enjoy the sight of her shamefaced distress. There was not the least doubt that she felt most keenly his indecent assault upon her bosom, and so he determined to worry her with lascivious liberties a little longer.
When she became calmer, he passed his arms round her waist and again began to play with her posteriors, then, stooping down, he got his hands under her clothes and commenced to pull them up. Flushing violently, Blaeja shrieked for him to desist, but in vain; in a trice, he turned her petticoats up, held them thus with his left hand and with his right he proceeded to attack her bottom now protected only by her dainty thin drawers!
The sensation was delirious! His hand delightedly roved over the plump cheeks of her buttocks, stroking, caressing and pinching them, revelling in the firmness and elasticity of her flesh under its thin covering, Blaeja all the time, wriggling and squirming in horrible shame, imploring him in almost incoherent Anglish to desist and finally getting so semi-hysterical, that he was compelled to suspend his exquisite game. To her relief, he dropped her skirts, pushed his chest back and rose, the rowing chest rocking back and forth with the pulse of the river waves.
He had aboard ship a large burnished brass mirror nearly six feet high which reflected one at full length. While Blaeja was recovering from her last ordeal, he pushed this mirror close in front of her, placing it so that she could see herself in its centre. She started uneasily as she caught sight of herself, for he had left her bosom uncovered, and the reflection of herself in such shameful disarray seemed vividly to impress on her the horror of her position. Having arranged the mirror to his satisfaction, he picked up the rowing chest and placed it just behind Blaeja, sat down on it, and worked himself forward on it till Blaeja again stood between his legs, but this time with her back to him. The mirror faithfully reflected his shadowy movements and her feminine intuition warned her that the front of her person was now about to become the object of his indecent assault.
But he did not give her time to think. Quickly he encircled her waist again with his arms, drew her to himself till her bottom pressed against his chest, then, while his left arm held her firmly, his right hand began to wander over the junction of her stomach and legs, pressing inquisitively on her groin and thighs, while intently watching her in the mirror.
Her colour rose, her breath came unevenly, she quivered and trembled on her legs as she pressed her thighs closely together. She was horribly perturbed, but she did not anticipate what then happened.
Quietly dropping his hands, he slipped them under her clothes, caught hold of her ankles, then proceeded to climb up her legs over her stockings. “No! no! for God’s sake, don’t Oddi!” Blaeja yelled, now scarlet with shame and wild with alarm at this invasion of her most secret parts. Frantically she dragged at her fastenings, her hands clenched, her head thrown back, her eyes dilated with horror. Throwing the whole of her weight on her wrists, she strove to free her legs from his attacking hands by kicking out desperately, but to no avail. The sight in the mirror of her struggles only stimulated him into a refinement of cruelty, for with one hand, he raised her clothes waist high, exposing her in her dainty drawers and black silk stockings, while with the other, he vigorously attacked her thighs over her drawers, forcing a way between them and finally working up so close to her mount of Venus that Blaeja practically collapsed in an agony of apprehension and would have fallen had it not been for the sustaining ropes which alone supported her as she hung in a semi-hysterical faint.
Quickly rising and dropping her clothes, he placed a rowing chest behind her and loosened the ropes until she rested comfortably on it, then left her to recover herself, feeling pretty confident that she was now not far from surrendering herself up to him, rather than continue a resistance which she could not but see was utterly useless. This was what he wanted to effect. He did not propose to let her off any single one of the indignities he had in store for her, but he wanted to make her suffering the more keen through the feeling that she was, to some extent, a consenting party to actions that inexpressibly shocked and revolted her. The first of these he intended to be the removal of her clothes, and, as soon as Blaeja became more mistress of herself, he set the pulleys working and soon had her again standing erect with up-stretched arms.
She glanced fearfully at him as if trying to learn what was now going to happen to her. He deemed it as well to tell her, and to afford her an opportunity of yielding herself to him, if she should be willing to do so. He also wanted to save her clothes from being damaged, as she was really beautifully dressed, and he was not at all confident that he could get her garments off her without using seax on some of them.
“I see you want to know what is now going to happen to you, Blaeja,” he said. “I’ll tell you. You are to be stripped naked! Utterly and absolutely naked! Not a stitch of any sort is to be left on you!”
A flood of crimson swept over her face, invading both neck and bare bosom; her head fell forward as she moaned, “No! … No! … Oh! Oddi … Oddi … how can you …” and she swayed uneasily on her feet.
“That is to be the next step, my dear!” he said, enjoying her distress. “There is only one detail that remains to be settled first, and that is, will you undress yourself quietly if I set you loose, or must I drag your clothes off you? I don’t wish to influence your decision, and I know what distressing ideas girls have about taking off their clothes in the presence of a man; I will leave the decision to you, only to say that I do not see what you gain by further resistance, and some of your garments may be ruined – which would be a pity! Now, which is it to be?”
She looked at Oddi imploringly for a moment, trembling in every limb, then averted her eyes, but remained silent, evidently torn by conflicting emotions.
“Come, Blaeja,” he said presently, “I must have your decision, or I shall proceed to take your clothes off you as best as I can.”
Blaeja was now in a terrible state of distress! Her eyes wandered all over the ship without seeming to see anything, incoherent murmurs escaped from her lips, as if she was trying to speak but could not, her breath came and went and came, her bosom rose and fell and rose again, agitatedly. She was endeavouring to form some decision, but was unable to do so.
He remained still for a brief space as if awaiting her answer, then, as she did not speak, he quietly went to the bed and took out a seax from under the mattress and went back to her. At the sight of the seax, she shivered, then with an effort, said, in a voice broken with emotion, “Don’t … undress me Oddi! … if you must … have me, let it be as I am … I will … submit quietly … oh! my God!!” she wailed.
“That won’t do, dear,” he replied, not unkindly, but still firmly, “you must be naked, Blaeja; now, will you or will you not undress yourself?”
Blaeja shuddered, cast another imploring glance at him, but seeing no answering gleam of pity in his eyes but burning determination instead, she stammered out: “Oh! Oddi! I can’t!! Have some pity on me, Oddi, and … have me as I am! I promise I’ll be … quiet!”
He shook his head. He saw that there was only one thing to do, namely, to undress her without any further delay; and so he set to work doing so, Blaeja crying piteously, “Don’t Oddi, don’t! … don’t!”
He had left behind her the rowing chest on which he had allowed her to rest, and her blouse and bodice were still hanging open and thrown back on her shoulders. So he got on the chest and worked them up along her arms and over her clenched hands on to the ropes; then gripping her wrists in turn one at a time, he released the noose, slipped the garments down and off and refastened the noose. And as he had been quick to notice that Blaeja’s chemise and vest had shoulder-strap fastenings and had merely to be unhooked, the anticipated difficulty of undressing her forcibly was now at an end! The rest of her garments would drop off her, as each became released, and therefore it was in his power to reduce her to absolute nudity! His heart thrilled with fierce exultation, and without further pause, he went about the delicious work of undressing her.
Blaeja quickly divined her helplessness and in an agony of apprehension and shame cried to him for mercy! But he was deaf to her pitiful pleadings! He was wild to see her naked!
Quickly he unhooked her dress and petticoats and pulled them down to her feet, thus exhibiting her in stays, drawers and stockings, a bewitching sight! Her cheeks were suffused with shamefaced blushes, she huddled herself together as much as she could, seemingly supported entirely by her arms; her eyes were downcast and she seemed dazed both by the rapidity of his motions and their horrible success!
Blaeja now had on only a dainty Parisian corset which allowed the laces of her chemise to be visible, just hiding the nipples of her maiden breasts, and a pair of exquisitely provoking drawers, cut wide especially at her knees and trimmed with a sea of frilly lace, from below which emerged her shapely legs encased in black silk stockings and terminating in neat little shoes. She was the daintiest sight a man could well imagine, and, to Oddi, the daintiness was enhanced by her shamefaced consciousness, for she could see herself reflected in the burnished bronze mirror in all her dreadful disarray!
After a minute of gloating admiration, he proceeded to untie the straps of her drawers so as to take them off her. At this she seemed to wake to the full sense of the humiliation in store for her; wild at the idea of being deprived of this most intimate of garments to a girl, she screamed in her distress, tugging frantically at her fastenings in her desperation! But the knot gave way, and her drawers, being now unsupported, slipped down to below her knees, where they hung for a brief moment, maintained only by the despairing pressure of her legs against each other. A tug or two from Oddi and they lay in snowy loads round her ankles and rested on her shoes!
Blaeja, at this stage of the terrible ordeal of being forcibly undressed, her mental and physical anguish, her frantic cries and impassioned pleadings, her frenzied struggles, the agony in her face as garment after garment was removed from her and she was being hurried nearer and nearer to the appalling goal of absolute nudity, was distraught! The accidental but unavoidable contact of Oddi’s hands with her person, as he undressed her, seemed to upset her so terribly that he began wondering how she would endure his handling and playing with the most secret and sensitive parts of herself when she was naked! But acute as was her distress while being deprived of her upper garments, it was nothing to her shame and anguish when she felt her drawers forced down her legs and the last defence to her honeywell thus removed! Straining wildly at the ropes with cheeks aflame, eyes dilated with terror, and convulsively heaving bosom, she uttered inarticulate cries, half choked by her emotions and panting under her exertions.
Oddi gloated over her sufferings and would have liked to have watched them – but he was now mad with desire for her naked charms and also feared that a prolongation of her agony might result in a faint, when he would lose the anticipated pleasure of witnessing Blaeja’s misery when her last garment was removed and she was forced to stand naked in front of him. So, unheeding her imploring cries, he undid her corset and took it off her, dragged off her shoes and stockings and with them her fallen drawers, during which process he intently watched her struggles in the hope of getting a glimpse of her holy of holies, but vainly, then slipped behind her; unbuttoning the shoulder-fastenings of her chemise and vest, he held these up for a moment, then watching Blaeja closely in the mirror, he let them go! Down they slid with a rush, right to her feet! He saw Blaeja flash one rapid stolen half-reluctant glance at the mirror, as she felt the cool air on her now naked skin. He saw her reflection stark naked, a lovely gleaming pearly vision; then instinctively she squeezed her legs together, as closely as she could, huddled herself cowering as much as the ropes permitted – her head fell back in the first intensity of her shame, then fell forward suffused with blushes that extended right down to her breasts, her eyes closed as she moaned in heartbroken accents: “Oh! oh!! oh!!!” She was naked!
Half delirious with excitement and the joy of conquest, Oddi watched Blaeja’s naked reflection in the mirror. Rapidly and tumultuously, his eager eyes roved over her shrinking, trembling form, gleaming white, save for her blushing face and the dark triangular mossy-looking patch at the junction of her belly and thighs. But Oddi felt that, in this moment of triumph, he was not sufficiently master of himself to fully enjoy the spectacle of her naked maiden charms now so fully exposed, besides which, her chemise and vest still lay on her feet. So he knelt down behind her, forced her feet up, one at a time, and removed these garments, noting as he did so the glorious curves of her bottom and hips. Throwing these garments near the rest of her clothes, he pushed the rowing chest in front of her and then settled himself down to a systematic and critical inspection of Blaeja’s nakedness.
As he did so, Blaeja coloured deeply over face and bosom and moved herself uneasily. The bitterness of death, so to speak, was past, her clothes had been forced off her and she was naked; but she was evidently conscious that much indignity and humiliation was yet in store for her, and she was horribly aware that his eyes were now taking in every detail of her naked self! Forced to stand erect by the tension of the ropes on her arms, she could do nothing to conceal any part of herself, and, in an agony of shame, she endured the awful ordeal of having her naked person closely inspected and examined!
Oddi had greatly admired her trim little figure and how Blaeja held her own, the sight of her invariably adding fuel to the flames of his desire, and he suddenly caught himself wondering how she looked in her bath! Blaeja was simply a beautiful girl and her lines deliciously voluptuous! No statue, no model, but glorious flesh and blood allied to superb femininity! Her well-shaped head was set on a beautifully modelled neck and bosom, from which sprang a pair of exquisitely lovely breasts, if anything too full, firm, upstanding, saucy and inviting. She had fine rounded arms with small well-shaped hands, a dainty but not too small waist, swelling grandly downwards and outwards and melting into magnificent curves over her hips and haunches. Her thighs were plump and round, and tapered to the neatest of calves and ankles and tiny feet, her legs being the least trifle too short for her, but adding by this very defect to the indescribable fascination of her figure. She had a graciously swelling belly with a deep navel, and, framed by the lines of her groin, was her mount of Venus, full, fat, fleshy, prominent, covered by a wealth of fine silky dark curly hairs, through which he could just make out the lips of her cunt. Such was Blaeja as she stood naked before him, horribly conscious of his devouring eyes, quivering and trembling with suppressed emotion, tingling with shame, flushing red and white, knowing full well her own loveliness and what its effect on him must be; and in dumb silence he gazed and gazed again at her glorious naked self, till his lust began to run riot and insist on the gratification of senses other than that of sight!
He did not however consider that Blaeja was ready properly to appreciate the mortification of being felt. She seemed to be still absorbed in the horrible consciousness of one all-pervading fact, viz. that she was utterly naked, that her chaste body was the prey of his lascivious eyes, that she could do nothing to hide or even screen any part of herself, even her cunt, from him! Every now and then, her downcast eyes would glance at the reflection of herself in the faithful mirror, only to be hastily withdrawn with an access of colour to her already shame-suffused cheeks at these fresh reminders of the spectacle she was offering to him!
Therefore, with a strong effort, Oddi succeeded in overcoming the temptation to feel and handle Blaeja’s luscious body there and then, and being desirous of first studying her naked self from all points of view, he rose and took her in strict profile, noting with delight the arch of her bosom, the proudly projecting breasts, the glorious curve of her belly, the conspicuous way in which the hairs on the mount of Venus stood out, indicating that her cunt would be found both fat and fleshy, the magnificent swell of her bottom! Then he went behind her, and for a minute or two revelled in silent admiration of the swelling lines of her hips and haunches, her quivering buttocks, her well-shaped legs! Without moving, he could command the most perfect exhibition of her naked loveliness, for he had her back view in full sight while her front was reflected in the mirror!
Presently he completed his circuit, then standing close to her, he had a good look at her palpitating breasts, noting their delicious fullness and ripeness, their ivory skin, and the tiny virgin nipples pointing outwards so prettily, Blaeja colouring and flushing and swaying herself uneasily under his close inspection. Then he peered into the round cleft of her navel while she became more uneasy than ever, seeing the downward trend of his inspection. Then Oddi dropped on his knees in front of her, and from this point of vantage, he commenced to investigate with eager eyes the mysterious region of her cunt, so deliciously covered with a wealth of close curling hairs, clustering so thickly round and over the coral lips as almost to render them invisible! As he did so, Blaeja desperately squeezed her thighs together as closely as she could, at the same time drawing in her stomach in the vain hope of defeating his purpose and of preventing him from inspecting the citadel wherein reposed her virginity!
As a matter of fact, she did to a certain extent thwart him, but as he fully intended before long to put her on her back and tie her down with her legs wide apart, he did not grudge her partial success, but brought his face close to her belly. “Don’t! Oh don’t!” she cried, as if she could feel his eyes as they searched this most secret part of herself; but disregarding her pleadings, he closely scanned the seat of his approaching pleasure, noting delightedly that her mount of Venus was exquisitely plump and fleshy and would afford his itching fingers the most delicious pleasure when he allowed them to wander over its delicate contours and hide themselves in the forest of hairs that so sweetly covered it!
At last Oddi rose. Without a word, he slipped behind the mirror and quickly divested himself of his clothes, retaining only his shoes and socks. Then, suddenly, he emerged and stood right in front of Blaeja. “Oh!” she ejaculated, horribly shocked by the unexpected apparition of his nakedness, turning rosy red and hastily averting her eyes – but not before they had caught sight of his member in glorious erection! He watched her closely. The sight seemed to fascinate her in spite of her alarmed modesty, she flashed rapid glances at him through half-closed eyes, her colour coming and going. She seemed forced, in spite of herself, to regard the instrument of her approaching violation, as if to assess its size and her capacity for it!
“Won’t you have a good look at me, Blaeja?” Oddi asked. “I believe I can claim to possess a good specimen of what is so dear to the heart of a girl!” She quivered painfully. After a moment he continued. “Must I then assume by your apparent indifference that you have in your time seen so many naked men that the sight no longer appeals to you?” She coloured deeply, but kept her eyes averted.
“Are you not even curious to estimate whether my honey dipper will fit your honeywell?” he added, determined, if possible, to break down the barrier of silence she was endeavouring to protect herself with.
Oddi succeeded! Blaeja tugged frantically at the ropes which kept her upright, then broke into a piteous cry, “No, no … my God, no!” she supplicated, throwing her head back but still keeping her eyes shut as if to exclude the sight she dreaded. “Oh! … You don’t really mean to … to …” she broke down, utterly unable to clothe in words the overwhelming fear that she was now to be violated!
He stepped up to her, passed his left arm round her waist and drew her trembling figure to himself, thrilling at the exquisite sensation caused by the touch of their naked bodies against each other. They were now both facing the mirror, both reflected in it, both naked.
“Don’t, oh! Don’t touch me!” she shrieked as she felt his arm encircle her, but holding her closely against himself with his left arm, he gently placed his right forefinger on her navel, to force her to open her eyes and watch his movements in the mirror, which meant that she would also have to look at his nakedness, and gently he tickled her.
She screamed in terror, opening her eyes, squirming deliciously: “Don’t! Oh don’t!” she cried agitatedly.
“Then use your chaste eyes properly and have a good look at the reflection of the pair of us in the mirror,” Oddi said somewhat firmly. “Look me over slowly and thoroughly from head to foot, then answer the questions I shall presently put to you. May I call your attention to Halfdan’s whip hanging on that mast and to the inviting defencelessness of your bottom? Understand that I shall not hesitate to apply one to the other if you don’t do as you are told! Now have a good look at me!”
Blaeja shuddered, then reluctantly raised her eyes and shamefacedly regarded his reflection in the mirror, her colour coming and going. He watched her intently and he noted with some satisfaction how she trembled with shame and fright when her eyes dwelt on his member, now stiff and erect!
“We make a fine pair, Blaeja, yes?” he whispered admiringly. She coloured furiously, but remained silent. “Now answer my questions: I want to know something about you before going further. How old are you?”
“Twenty-five,” she whispered.
“In your prime then! Good! Now, are you sure you are a virgin?”
Blaeja flushed hotly and painfully, then whispered again: “Yes!”
‘Oh! My! The prize of her beautiful maidenhead is to be mine,’ Oddi thought. His prick showed his joy!
“Absolutely virgin?” he asked. “A pure virgin? Has no hand ever wandered over those lovely charms, has no eye but mine seen them?”
Blaeja shook her head, blushing rosy red at the idea suggested by his words. He looked rather doubtingly at her. “I include female eyes and hands as well in my query, Blaeja,” he continued. “You know that you have a most attractive retinue of girls and women that you are constantly with. Am I to understand that you and they have never compared your charms, have never, when occupying the same bed …”
But she broke in with a cry of distress, “No, no, not I, not I, oh! How can you talk to me like this, Oddi!”
“My dearest, I only wanted to find out how much you already knew so that I might know what to teach you now! Well, shall we begin your lessons?” And he drew her against himself more closely than ever and again began to tickle her navel.
“Oddi, don’t!” she screamed. “Oh don’t touch me! I can’t stand it! Really I can’t!”
“Let me see if that is really so!” he replied, as he removed his arm from her waist and slipped behind her, taking up a position from which he could command the reflection of their naked figures in the mirror, and thus watch her carefully and note the effect on her of his tender mercy.
He commenced to feel Blaeja by placing his hands one on each side of her waist, noting with satisfaction the shiver that ran through her at their contact with her naked skin. After a few caresses, he ran them gently but inquisitively over her full hips, which he stroked, pressed and patted lovingly, then bringing his hands downwards behind her, he roved over her plump bottom, the fleshy cheeks of which he gripped and squeezed to his heart’s content, Blaeja the while arching herself outwards in a vain attempt to escape his hands. Then he descended to the underneath portion of her soft round thighs, and finally worked his way back to her waist, running his hands up and down over her loins and finally arriving at her armpits. There he paused and gently tickled those sensitive spots.
“Don’t!” she exclaimed wriggling and twisting herself uneasily. “Don’t, I am dreadfully ticklish, I can’t stand it at all!” At once he ceased, but his blood was on fire, as through his brain flashed the picture of the licentiously lovely spectacle Blaeja would afford if she was tied down with her legs fastened widely apart and a feather-tip ticklishly applied to the most sensitive part of her being – her honeywell – sufficient slack being allowed in her fastenings to permit of her wriggling and writhing freely while being thus tickled, and he promised to afford himself this treat and pleasure.
After a short pause, he again placed his hands on her waist, played for a moment over her swelling hips, then slipped them on to her stomach, his right hand taking the region below her waist, while his left devoted itself to her bosom, carefully avoiding for the moment her breasts. Oh! what pleasure he tasted in thus touching her pure sweet flesh, so smooth, so warm, so essentially female! his delighted hands wandering all over her body, while the poor girl stood quivering and trembling, unable to guess whether her breasts or cunny were next to be attacked.
He did not keep her long in suspense. After a few circular tracings over her rounded belly, his right hand paused on her navel again, and while his forefinger gently tickled her, his left hand slid quietly on to her right breast which it then gently seized.
She gave a great cry of dismay! Meanwhile his right hand had in turn slipped up to her left breast, and another involuntary shriek from Blaeja announced that both of her virgin breasts had become the prey of his groping hands!
Oh! how she begged him to release them, the while tossing herself from side to side in almost uncontrollable agitation as his fingers played with her delicious breasts, now squeezing, now stroking, now pressing them against each other, now rolling them upwards and downwards, now gently irritating and exciting their tiny nipples! Such delicious morsels of flesh he had never handled, so firm and yet so springing, so ripe and yet so maidenly, palpitating under the hitherto unknown sensations communicated by the touch of masculine hands on their virgin surfaces. Meanwhile Blaeja’s tell-tale face, reflected in the mirror, clearly indicated to him the mental shame and anguish she was feeling at this terrible outrage; her flushed cheeks, dilated nostrils, half-closed eyes, her panting heaving bosom all revealing her agony under this desecration of her maidenhood!
In rapture, he continued titillating her virgin boobs, all the while gloating on Blaeja’s image in the mirror, twisting and contorting itself in the most lasciviously ravishing way under her varying emotions.
At last he tore his hands away from Blaeja’s breasts. He slipped his left arm round her waist, drew her tightly against himself, then while he held her firmly, his right hand passed gently over her stomach and slowly approached her cunt! Blaeja instantly guessed his intention! She threw her weight on one leg, then quickly placed the other across her groin to foil his attack, crying: “No no, Oddi! … not there … not there!” at the same time endeavouring frantically to turn herself away from his hand. But the close grip of his left arm defeated her, and disregarding her cries, his hand crept on and on till it reached her hairs! These he gently pulled, twining them round his fingers as he revelled in their curling silkiness. Then amorously, he began to feel and press her gloriously swelling mount of Venus, a finger on each side of its slit. Blaeja now simply shrieked in her shame and distress, jerking herself convulsively backwards and twisting herself frenziedly. As she was forced to stand on both legs in order to maintain her balance, her cunt was absolutely defenceless, and Oddi’s eager fingers roved all over it, touching, pressing, tickling, pulling her hairs at their sweet will. Then he began to attack her virgin orifice and tickle her slit, passing his forefinger lightly up and down it, all the time watching her intently in the mirror. Blaeja quivered violently, her head fell backwards in her agony as she shrieked: “Oddi, don’t! … for God’s sake don’t!! … stop! … stop!” But he could feel her cunny opening under his lascivious attentions, and so could she! Her distress became almost uncontrollable. “Oh, my God!” she screamed in her desperation as his finger found its way to her clitoris and lovingly titillated it; spasmodically she squeezed her thighs together in her vain attempts to defend herself. Unheeding her agonised pleadings, he continued to tickle her clitoris for a few delicious moments, then he gently passed his middle finger along her cunt and between its now half-opened lips till he arrived at her maiden orifice, up which it tenderly forced its way, burying itself in Blaeja’s cunny till it jabbed her membrane and could penetrate no further! Blaeja’s agitation now became uncontrollable; she struggled so violently that he could hardly hold her still, especially when she felt the interior of her cunt invaded as his finger investigated the mysteries of its virgin membrane.
Oddi felt the voluptuous sensations surge through himself at that moment! Blaeja’s naked quivering body clutched tightly against his own! His finger, half buried in her maiden cunt, enveloped in her soft warm throbbing flesh and gently exploring its luscious interior!! In his excitement Oddi pushed his inquisitiveness too far, for Blaeja suddenly screamed, “Oh! … Oh! You’re hurting me! … Stop! Stop!” her head falling forward on her bosom as she did so! Delighted at this physical proof of her virginity and fearful of exciting her sexual passions beyond her powers of control, he gently withdrew his finger and soothed her by passing it lovingly and caressingly over her cunny, then releasing her from his encircling arm, he left her to recover herself. But, though visibly relieved at being at last left alone, Blaeja, trembled so violently that Oddi hastily pushed her favourite rowing chest behind her, deftly released the pulley-ropes and let her drop onto the chest to rest and recover herself, for he knew that her distress was only temporary and would soon pass away and leave her in a fit condition to be again fastened and subjected to some other torture, or so it seemed to her.
Blaeja was so upset by her experiences that Oddi felt sure she would not give him any trouble when it became time for her torturing to recommence, provided of course that he did not allow her too long a respite, which was unlikely as he was wildly longing to play again with her naked charms! He therefore let her curl herself up on the large padded chest with her face buried in her hands, and he greedily gloated over the voluptuous curves of her haunches and bottom which she was unconsciously exhibiting. His hands were itching to handle again her virgin flesh, and so he decided he would tie Blaeja upright to the mast and, while comfortably seated close in front of her, he would amuse himself by titillating her breasts and cunny again.
She was now lying quietly and breathing normally and regularly, the tremblings and quiverings that had been running intermittently through her having by now ceased. Oddi did not feel quite sure if she had recovered herself yet, but as he watched her, he noticed an attempt on her part to try and slip her wrists out of the silken nooses that attached the ropes to them. This settled the point, and, before she could effect her object and free her hands, he set the ropes working, remarking as he did so, “Well Blaeja, shall we resume?”
She glanced at him affrightedly, then averted her eyes as she exclaimed hurriedly, “Oh no, Oddi! Not again, not again!” and shuddered at the recollection of her recent ordeal.
“Yes, my dear!” he replied. “The same thing, though not quite in the same way; you’ll be more comfy this time! Now Blaeja, come along, stand up again!”
“No!” she cried, fighting vainly the now fast tightening ropes which were inexorably raising her to her feet! “Oh, Oddi! no! … no!!” she pitifully pleaded while opposing the upward pull with all her might but to no avail! He simply smiled at her as he picked up a leather belt and awaited a favourable moment to force her against the mast to bind her to it. He dragged her off the chest and he pounced on her and pushed her backwards to the post, quickly slipping the belt round it and her waist and buckling it, thus securing her. Then he loosened the pulleys and, lowering her arms, he forced them behind her and round the pillar, till he got her wrists together and made them fast to a ring set in the mast. Blaeja was again helpless; the whole of the front of her person at his disposal! She was securely fastened, but, with a refinement of cruelty, Oddi lashed her ankles together and bound them to the pillar! Then he unbuckled the belt round her waist and threw it across the deck, it being no longer needed. He then placed the rowing chest in front of her and, sitting down on it, he drew it so close to her that she stood between his parted legs and within easy touch, just as she did when she was being indecently assaulted before she was undressed, only then they both were fully clothed, while now they both were stark naked! She could not throw her head back because of the mast, and if she let it droop, as she naturally wanted to do, the first thing that her innocent eyes would rest upon would be his excited prick in glorious erection, its blushing head pointing directly towards her cunt as if striving to make the acquaintance of its destined bride.
Confused, shamefaced and in horrible dread, Blaeja stood trembling in front of Oddi, her eyes tightly closed as if to avoid the sight of his nakedness, her bosom agitatedly palpitating till her breasts seemed almost to be dancing! He leaned back on the chest luxuriously as he gloated over the voluptuously charming spectacle, allowing her a little time in which to recover herself somewhat before he set to work to feel her again. Before long, the agitations of her bosom died away; Blaeja’s breathing became quieter. She was evidently now ready for another turn, and he did not keep her waiting, but gently placed his hands on her breasts.
“No, Oddi, don’t!” she pleaded piteously, moving herself uneasily. His only response was to stroke lovingly her delicious twin globes. As her shoulders were of necessity drawn well back by the pull of her arms, her bust was thrown well forward, thus causing her breasts to stand out saucily and provokingly; and he took full advantage of this. Her flesh was delicious to the touch, so smooth and soft and warm, so springy and elastic. His fingers simply revelled in their contact with her skin! Taking her tempting boobs between his fingers and thumbs, he amorously pressed and squeezed them, pulled them this way and that way, rubbed them against each other, finally taking each delicate nipple in turn into his mouth and sucking it while his hands made as if they were trying to milk her! Blaeja, all the while, involuntarily shifted herself nervously, as if endeavouring to escape from his audaciously inquisitive fingers, her face scarlet with shame.
After a delicious five minutes of lascivious titillation of her maiden breasts, he reluctantly quitted them, first imprinting on each of her little nipples a passionate kiss which seemed to thrill through her. As he sank back onto the rowing chest she took a long breath of relief, at which he smiled, for he had only deserted her breasts for her cunt.
Blaeja’s legs were a trifle short, and her cunt therefore lay a little too low for effective attack from Oddi in a sitting position so he pushed the chest back and knelt in front of her, licking his lips. His intentions were now too obviously plain to her, and she shrieked in dismay, squirming deliciously.
For some little time, he did not touch her, but indulged in a good look at close quarters at the sweet citadel of her chastity.
Immediately after Oddi had stripped Blaeja naked, he had closely inspected her cunt from a similar point of view. But then it was unsullied, untouched; now it had experienced the adoring touch of a male finger, and her sensitive body was still all a quiver from the lustful handling her dainty breasts had just endured! And her cunt now shared in the sexual excitement that his fingers had aroused in her!
Her hair seemed to stand out as if ruffled, the mount of Venus certainly looking fuller, while the coral lips of the cunt itself were distinctly more apart! He could not see her clitoris, but he decided that it had participated in the undoubted excitement that was prevailing in this sweet portion of Blaeja’s body, and of which she evidently was painfully aware by her shrinking quivering movements!
He soon settled the point by gently placing his right forefinger on her slit and lovingly stroking it! An electric shock seemed to thrill through Blaeja, her limbs contracted, her head fell forward as she screamed, “Don’t Oddi! … Oh my God! How can you treat me so?” while she struggled frantically to break the ropes which lashed her legs to the mast to which she was fastened.
“Don’t you like it, dear?” he asked softly with a firm smile, as he continued to gently play with her cunt.
“No, no,” she shrieked. “Oh stop! … I can’t stand it!” And she squirmed horribly. The crack of her cunt now began to open visibly.
He once more slipped his finger in between the parted lips, which brought another despairing shriek from Blaeja, whose face now was scarlet! Again he found his progress barred by the membrane that proved her virgin condition! Revelling in the warm moistness of her throbbing flesh, he slowly agitated his finger in its delicious envelope, as if frigging her. “Oddi! Don’t!!” Blaeja yelled, now mad with distress and shame, but he could not for his own life stop, and with his left forefinger, he gently but vigorously attacked her virgin clitoris.
Blaeja went off into a paroxysm of hysterical shrieks, straining at her fastenings, squirming, wriggling, writhing like one possessed. She was a lovely sight in herself, and the knowledge that the struggling shrieking girl Oddi was torturing was Blaeja herself and none other than Blaeja added zest to his occupation.
Disregarding her cries, he went on slowly frigging her but carefully refrained from carrying her sexual excitement to the spending point. Though he had pushed her powers of self-control to their utmost, he did not want her to spend, this crowning humiliation he intended to effect with his tongue. Presently, what he wished was to make Blaeja endure the most outrageously indecent indignities he could inflict on her virgin person, to play on her sexual sensitiveness, to provoke her nearly into spending, and then deny her the blessed relief; so, exercising every care, and utilising to the utmost the peculiarly subtle power of touch he possessed, he continued to play with her honeywell with both hands, till he drove her nearly frantic with the sexual cravings and excitement he was provoking.
Just then he noticed certain spasmodic contortions of her hips and buttocks, certain involuntary thrustings out of her belly, as if she were begging for closer contact with his busy fingers; he knew this meant that her control over her sexual organs was giving out and that she would be driven into spending if he did not take care, so, most reluctantly, he stopped torturing her for the moment, and rocking back on the rowing chest, he gloatingly watched Blaeja as little by little she regained her composure, his eyes dwelling delightedly on her trembling and quivering naked body so gloriously displayed.
She breathed a long sigh of heartfelt relief as she presently saw him rise and leave her. She did not however know that his object in doing so was to prepare another and perhaps more terrible ordeal for her virgin cunt!
From another rowing chest he took out a long glove-box then returned and resumed his seat in front of her, box in hand. She watched him with painful intensity, her feminine intuition telling her that something horrible was in store for her, and she was not wrong! Holding the box in such a way that she could see the contents, he opened it. Inside were about a dozen long and finely pointed jousting feathers Oddi had gotten in Constantinople. They were of a type, out of Africa, that Roman knights were wont to wear in practice combat. Blaeja at once guessed her fate, viz, that her cunt was to be tickled; her head jerked in terror as she shrieked, “Oh, my God! Not that, Oddi! … Not that!! … You’ll kill me! I can’t stand it!!”
He laughed at her display and proceeded to pick out a feather, whereupon she frantically tugged at her fastenings, screaming frenziedly for mercy! “Steady, dear! Steady now, Blaeja!” he said soothingly, as if addressing a restive mare, then touched her palpitating breasts with the feather’s fine tip.
“Oddi, don’t!” she yelled, pressing herself wildly back against the mast in a impotent effort to escape from the torture caused by the maddeningly gentle titillation, her face crimson. For response, Oddi proceeded to pass the tip of the feather along the lower portion of her glorious boobs, touching the skin ever so lightly here and there, then tickling her maiden nipples! With redoubled cries, Blaeja began to squirm convulsively as much as her fastenings would permit, while the effect of the fiendishly subtle torture on her became manifest by the sudden stiffening of her breasts, which now began to stand out tense and full! Noting this, Oddi thought it well to allow her a little respite, so he dropped his hand, but at the same time rocked forward until his face touched her breasts, which he then proceeded to kiss lovingly in turn, and finding that she did not protest, finally sucking them amorously till they again became soft and yielding. Oddi then made as if to repeat the torture, but after a touch or two here or there, which produced piteous cries and contortions, he pretended to be moved by her distress, and again, dropping his hand, rocked back on the chest till she became less agitated.
But as soon as the regular rise and fall of her lovely bosom indicated the regaining of composure, he proceeded to try the ardently longed for experiment, viz. the effect of a feather when applied to a girl’s cunny! And no one could have desired a more lovely subject on which to test this effect upon than was being offered by the naked helpless girl now standing terrified between his legs!
Pushing back the chest as much as was desirable, he leaned forward, then slowly extended his right arm in the direction of Blaeja’s cunt. A great wail of despair broke from her as she noted the movement, and she flattened her back against the mast in a vain attempt to draw herself out of reach. But the only effect of her desperate movement was to force forward her mount of Venus, and thereby render her cunt more open to the attack of the feather than it previously was!
Carefully regulating his motions, he gently brought the tip of the feather against the lowest point of Blaeja’s honeywell, then very softly and gently began to play up and down on and between its delicate coral lips! Blaeja’s head had dropped on to her breast to better watch his movements; but as soon as the feather touched her cunt, she threw her head backwards to one side of the mast, as if in agony, shrieking at the top of her voice, her whole body twisting and contorting wildly. Not heeding her agonised appeals, Oddi proceeded to work along her slit towards her clitoris, putting into play the most subtle titillation he was capable of, sometimes passing the feather all along the slit from one end to the other, sometimes tickling the orifice itself, not only outside but inside, then, ascending towards her clitoris, he would pass the tip of the feather all round it, irritating it without so much as touching it.
The effect of his manipulations soon became evident. First the lips of Blaeja’s cunt began to pout, then to gape a little, then a little more as if inviting the feather to pass into it – which it did! Then Blaeja’s clitoris commenced to assert itself and to become stiff and rigid, throbbing excitedly; then her whole cunt seemed as if possessed by an irresistible flood of sexual lust and almost to demand mutely the immediate satisfaction of its cravings! Meanwhile Blaeja, firmly attached to the mast, went into a paroxysm of contortions and convulsions, wriggling, squirming, writhing, tugging frantically at her fastenings, shrieking, praying, uttering incoherent exclamations and ejaculations, her eyes starting out of her head, her quivering lips, her heaving bosom with its wildly palpitating breasts all revealing the agony of body and mind that she was enduring!
Fascinated by the spectacle, Oddi continued to torture her by tickling her cunt more and more scientifically and cruelly, noting carefully the spots at which the tickling seemed most felt and returning to those ultra-sensitive parts of her cunt, avoiding only her clitoris – as he felt sure that were this touched, Blaeja would spend – till her strength became exhausted under the double strain. With a strangled shriek Blaeja collapsed just as he had forced the feather up her cunt and was beginning to tickle the sensitive interior. Her head fell forward on her bosom, her figure lost its self-supporting rigidity, she hung flaccidly, prevented from falling only by her wrists being tied together round the pillar! There was nothing to be gained by prolonging the torture, so quickly Oddi unfastened her, loosed her wrists and ankles from their ropes, and carried her over to the large bed, where he gently laid her, knowing that she would soon recover herself and guessing that she now would not need to be kept tied and that she had realised the futility of resistance, or so he told himself.
The bed upon which he had placed Blaeja was unusually long, nearly eight feet by about four and a half feet wide, upholstered in dark green satin and stuffed in such a way as to be delightfully soft and springy and yet not to allow one’s person to sink into it. In appearance it resembled a divan, but in stern reality it was to be a rack, for at each end Oddi had affixed stout leather straps, their object in life being to extend Blaeja at full length, either on her back or her front, as he wished, and to maintain her fixed thus while he amused himself with her or worked his cruel will upon her! From about halfway down the sides, there issued a pair of supplementary straps, by means of which Blaeja’s legs could be pulled widely apart and held so, should he want to devote himself to her cunt or fock her against her will. But he did not wish to fatigue her with another useless struggle, so before she recovered the use of her faculties, he attached the corner straps to her wrists and ankles, leaving them quite loose and slack, so that she could move herself freely. Hardly had he effected this when Blaeja began to come to herself; immediately he quitted her and went to a part of the ship where his back would be turned to her, but from which he could nevertheless watch her by means of the burnished bronze mirror. He saw her draw a deep breath, then slowly open her eyes and look about her as if puzzled. Then, almost mechanically, one of her hands stole to her breasts and the other to her cunt, and she gently soothed these tortured parts by stroking them softly, as if to relieve them of the terrible tickling they had been subjected to! Presently she raised herself to a sitting position, then tried to free herself from the straps on her wrists and ankles.
Oddi now considered that she must have fully recovered, so he returned to her and without a word, began to tighten the straps. As soon as she observed this, Blaeja started up in fright, at once detecting that she would be spread-eagled on her back if she did not break loose! “No, no, no!” she cried, terrified at the prospect; then she desperately endeavoured to slip out of her fastenings, but the straps were tightened too quickly and in the struggle she lost her balance and fell backwards on the bed, and before she could recover herself, she was drawn into a position in which resistance was impossible! With cruel satisfaction, he watched her, disregarding her frenzied appeals for mercy! Inch by inch, she was pulled flatter and flatter, till she rested on her back; then, inch by inch, her dainty legs were drawn asunder, till her heels rested on the edges of the bed! Blaeja was now utterly helpless! In speechless delight, Oddi stood gazing at her lovely body as she lay on her back, panting after her exertions, her bosom heaving and fluttering with her emotions, her face rosy-red with shame, her lovely breasts and virgin cunt conspicuously exposed, stark naked, a living Saltire cross!
When Oddi had sufficiently gratified his sense of sight and she had become a little calmer, he quietly seated himself by her waist, facing her feet, then bending over her, he began delightedly to inspect the delicious abode of Blaeja’s maidenhead, her virgin cunny, now so fully exhibited! With sparkling eyes, he noted her full, fleshy mount of Venus, the delicately tinted coral lips quivering under sensations hitherto alien to them, the wealth of close clustering curly hair; with intense delight, he saw that, for a girl of her height and build, Blaeja had a large cunt, and that her clitoris was well developed and prominent, that the lips were full and her slit easy to open! Intently he scanned its every feature – the sweet junction of her belly and thighs, her smooth plump thighs themselves, the lines of her groin – while Blaeja lay trembling in an agony of shame and fright, horribly conscious of the close investigation her cunt was undergoing and in terrible dread of the sequel!
Oddi’s hands were tingling to explore the mysteries of Blaeja’s young cunny, to wander unchecked over her luscious belly and thighs. His large cock was in a horrible state of erection. He could hardly restrain himself from falling on her and ravishing her as she lay there so temptingly helpless, but with a strong effort, he did suppress his riotingly lustful desires and tore himself away from Blaeja’s secret chamber for a brief spell.
He turned round so as to face her, still seated by her waist, and placed his hands upon her lovely breasts. As he lovingly squeezed them, he lowered his face till he almost touched hers, then whispered, “You delicious beauty, kiss me!” at the same time placing his lips on hers. Blaeja flushed hotly, but did not comply. Oddi had never yet either kissed her or received a kiss from her and was mad for one! “Blaeja kiss me!” he repeated somewhat sternly, sliding his left hand gently down her belly towards her mount of Venus threateningly and then replacing his lips on her mouth. Reluctantly she complied, he felt her lips open as she softly kissed him! It was delicious! “Give me another!” he demanded, putting his right cheek in position to receive it. She complied. “Yet another!” he commanded, tendering his left cheek. Again she complied. “Now give me two more, nice ones, mouth to mouth!” Again came the sweet salute, so maddeningly exciting that, hastily quitting her breasts, he threw his arms round her neck, drew her face to his, then showered burning kisses on her mouth, eyes and cheeks till she gasped for breath, blushing rosy red. Reluctantly he let her go, then to her dismay, he again turned round and bent over her cunny, and after a long look at it, expressive of the deepest admiration, he gently placed his hands on her belly and, after softly stroking it, began to follow the converging lines of her groin. Blaeja shrieked in sudden alarm, “No, no, – Oh my God, no, no, … don’t touch me there! … Oh! No! Not there!” and struggled desperately to break loose. But he disregarded her cries and continued his invasion; soon his itching fingers reached the forest of hairs that covered her mount, she squirming deliciously, then rested on her cunt itself. An agonised shriek of “Oh! … Oh!!!” from Blaeja, as she writhed helplessly with quivering hips, proclaimed his victory and her shame!
At last, after weary longings and waitings, Blaeja’s cunt was at his mercy. He not only had it in the fullest possible view, but was actually touching it! His fingers ranged on either side of the delicate pink slit and were busy amorously pressing and feeling it, now playing with its silky curly hairs and gently pulling them, now tenderly stroking its sweet lips, now gently opening them so as to expose its coral orifice and its throbbingly agitated clitoris. Resting as he was on Blaeja’s belly, he could feel every quiver and tremor as it passed through her, every involuntary contortion induced by the play of his fingers on this most delicate and susceptible part of her anatomy, the fluttering of her palpitating and heaving bosom. He could hear the involuntary ejaculations, the “ohs!” and the “ahs!” that broke from her in her shame and mental anguish at thus having to endure this handling and fingering of her maiden cunt and the strange half-terrifying sensations thereby provoked!
Half mad with delight, Oddi continued to toy sweetly with Blaeja’s cunt, till sudden unmistakeable wriggles of her bottom and hips and her incoherent exclamations warned him that he was trying her too much, if not goading her into spending, and as he had determined that Blaeja’s first sacrifice to Venus should be induced by the action of his tongue on her cunny, he reluctantly desisted from his delightful occupation, to her intense relief.
Turning round again, he clasped her in his arms, rained hot kisses on her unresisting lips and cheeks, murmuring brokenly, “Oh Blaeja! … Oh Blaeja! …” then pressing his cheek against hers, he rested with her clasped in his arms, her breasts quivering against his chest, till they both grew calmer and her tremblings ceased.
For about five minutes there was dead silence, broken only by Blaeja’s agitated breathing. Soon this ceased, and she seemed to have recovered command of herself again. Then softly he whispered to her, “Will you not surrender yourself to me now, Blaeja dear! Surely it is plain to you that you cannot help yourself?”
She drew her face away from him, and murmured: “No, no, I can’t, I can’t … let you … have me! Oh, let me go! … Let me go!!!”
“No,” he replied sternly, releasing his clasp of her and resuming his sitting attitude by her waist, “no, my dear! You shan’t go till you’ve been well punished and well focked! But as I said before, I think you will change your mind presently!”
She looked questioningly at him, fear in her eyes. He rose. Her eyes followed him, and when she saw him select another fine-pointed feather and turn back to her, she instantly divined his intentions and frantically endeavoured to break the ropes that kept her thighs apart, shrieking: “Oh no, no, my God no, I can’t stand it! … You’ll kill me!”
“Oh no, I won’t!” he replied quietly, seating himself by her knees, so as to command both her cunt and a view of her struggles which he knew would prove most excitingly delicious! Then without another word, he gently directed the tip of the feather against the lowest part of her cunt’s virgin orifice, and commenced to tickle her.
A fearful scream broke from Blaeja, a violent quivering spasm shook her from head to foot. Her muscles contracted, as she vainly strove to break free. Arching her back she endeavoured to turn herself first on one side and then on the other, tugging frantically at the straps, anything as long as she could dodge the feather. But she could do nothing. The more she shrieked and wriggled, the greater was the pleasure she was affording him; so, deaf to her cries and incoherent pleadings, he continued to tickle her cunt, sometimes up and down the slit, sometimes just inside, noting with cruel delight how its lips began to gape open under the sexual excitement now being aroused and how her throbbing clitoris began to erect itself. Blaeja presented a most voluptuous spectacle: clenched hands, half-closed eyes, heaving breasts, palpitating bosom, plunging hips, tossing bottom, jerking thighs – wriggling and squirming frantically, uttering broken and incoherent ejaculations, she shrieked and prayed. Oddi thought it wise to give her a pause for rest and partial recovery. He withdrew the feather from between the lips of her cunt, then gently stroked them caressingly. “Ah! … Ah! …” she murmured half unconsciously, closing her eyes. He let her lie still, but closely watched her.
Presently, her eyes opened half dreamily, she heaved a deep breath. He made as if to resume the tickling. “No, no,” she murmured faintly, “it’s no use! … I can’t stand it! … Don’t tickle me any more!”
“Well, will you yield yourself to me?” Oddi asked. Blaeja lay silent for a moment, then with an evident effort said, “Yes!”
Letting the feather fall between her parted legs, he leaned forward and took her in his arms. “There must not be any mistake, Blaeja,” he said softly. “Are you willing to let me do to you anything and everything that I may wish?”
Half opening her eyes she nodded her head in assent. “And do you promise to do everything and anything that I may wish you to do?”
She hesitated: “What will you want me to do?” she murmured.
“I don’t know,” he replied, “but whatever it may be you must do it. Do you promise?”
“Yes!” she murmured, reluctantly.
“Then kiss me, kiss me properly in token of peace!” he whispered in her ear, placing his lips on hers; and deliciously she kissed him, receiving at the same time his ardent reciprocations. Then he unclasped her and began to play with her breasts.
“Mayn’t I get up now?” she murmured, moving herself uneasily as she felt her breasts being squeezed.
“Not just yet, dear,” he replied. “I’ve excited you so terribly that it is only fair to you that I should give you relief, and as I know that in spite of your promise you will not behave as you should do, simply from inexperience, I will keep you as you are till I have solaced you!”
“Oh, what are you going to do to me?” she asked in alarm, in evident fear that she was about to be violated.
“Restore you to ease, dear, by kissing you all over; now lie still and you will enjoy the greatest pleasure a girl can taste and yet remain virgin!”
With heightened colour she resigned herself to her fate. He took her again in his arms, and sweetly kissed her on her eyes, her cheeks, her hair. Then releasing her, he applied his lips to her delicious breasts, and showered burning kisses all over them, revelling in their sweet softness and their exquisite elasticity. Taking each breast in turn, he held it between finger and thumb, then enveloping the dainty little nipple between his lips, he alternately played on it with tongue and sucked it, all the while squeezing and toying with the breast, causing Blaeja to experience the most lascivious sensations she had yet known, except perhaps when her honeywell was being felt. “Stop! Oh, for God’s sake stop!” she ejaculated in her confusion and half fright as to what might happen. “For heaven’s sake, stop!” she screamed as he abandoned one breast only to attack the other. But the game was too delightful: to feel her glorious throbbing ripe nipples in his mouth and quivering under his tongue, while Blaeja squirmed in her distress, was a treat for a god! So, disregarding her impassioned pleadings, he continued to suck and tongue-tickle them till their sudden stiffening warned him that Blaeja’s sexual instincts were being roused and the result might be a premature explosion when she felt the grand assault upon her cunt.
So he desisted reluctantly. Again he encircled her neck with his arms, kissed her pleading mouth and imploring eyes as she lay helpless; then with his tongue he touched her navel. She cried, “No, no, oh! Don’t,” struggling desperately to get free, for it began to dawn on her innocent mind what her real torture was to be. He did not keep her in suspense. Thrusting his hands under her and gripping the cheeks of her bottom so as to steady her plungings, he ran his tongue down lightly over the lines of her abdomen and began tenderly to kiss her young cunny. She shrieked in her terror as she felt his lips on those of her cunt, and with frantic wrigglings endeavoured to escape his pursuing mouth. At this critical moment, he lightly ran his tongue along Blaeja’s slit. The effect was astounding! For a moment she seemed to swoon under the subtle titillation, but on his tongue again caressing her cunny, only this time darting deeper between its lips, she went off into a paroxysm of shrieks and cries, wriggling and squirming in a most wonderful way considering how strongly he had fastened her down; her eyes seemed to start out of her head under the awful tickling that she was experiencing; she plunged so frantically that although Oddi was tightly gripping her buttocks she almost dislodged his mouth, the rigid muscles of her lovely thighs testifying to the desperate effort she was making to get loose. But the subtle titillation had aroused her sexual desires, without her recognising the fact in her distress. Her cunt began to open of its own accord, soon the clitoris was revealed turgid and stiff, quivering in sexual excitement, then her orifice began to yawn and show the way to paradise; deeper and deeper plunged his tongue into its satiny recess, Blaeja mechanically and unconsciously thrusting herself upwards as if to meet his tongue’s downward dartings and strokes. Her head rolled from side to side, as, with half-closed eyes, she struggled with a fast increasing feeling that she must surrender herself to the imperious call of her sexual nature, yet endeavouring desperately not to do so under so long established notions of chastity. Her breath came in snatches, her breasts heaved and panted, half-broken ejaculations escaped from her quivering lips. The time had arrived for the sacrifice and the victim was ready. Thrusting his tongue as deeply into her cunt as he could force it, he gave her one final and supreme tickling, then taking her clitoris between his lips, he sucked hard at it, all the while tickling it with his tongue … It was too much for Blaeja. “Stop … stop … it’s coming! … it’s coming!” she gasped. An irresistible wave of lust swept away the last barriers of chastity, and with a despairing wail, “Oh … Oh … I … can’t … help … it … Oh … Oh … Oh!!!” she spent frantically!
Feeling her go, Oddi sprang to his feet to watch Blaeja as she spent. It was a wonderful sight! There she lay on her back, completely naked, forced to expose her most secret charm, utterly absorbed in the sensations of the moment, her body pulsating and thrilling with each sexual spasm, her closed eyes, half-open lips and stiff breasts indicating the intensity of the emotions that possessed her. And so she remained for a minute or two, as if in a semi-swoon.
Presently Oddi noticed a relaxing of her muscles; then she drew a long breath and dreamily opened her eyes. For a moment she seemed dazed and almost puzzled to know where she was; then her eyes fell on him and in flash she remembered everything. A wave of colour surged furiously over her face and bosom at the thought that he had witnessed her unconscious transports and raptures as she yielded herself to her sexual passions in spite of herself; stirring uneasily, she averted her eyes, flushing hotly again. Oddi stooped down and kissed her passionately; then, without a word, he unfastened her, raised her up in the bed and supported her with down quilts, whereupon she promptly curled herself up, burying her blushing face in her hands.
Oddi thought it wisest to leave her undisturbed for a brief space, so he busied himself quietly in pouring out two glasses of wine, and knowing what severe calls were going to be made on Blaeja’s innate sexual powers he took the opportunity to fortify these by dropping into her glass the least possible dose of cantharides.
Oddi wanted to keep Blaeja virgin as long as he possibly could, for he had not nearly completed his carefully planned program of fondlings and quasi torturings that impart double spice and salaciousness when perpetrated on a virgin. To fock her therefore was out of the question. Of course there was her mouth, and his blood boiled at the idea of being sucked by Blaeja; but it was patent that she was too innocent and inexperienced to give him this pleasure. There were her breasts: one could have a delicious time no doubt by using them to form a tunnel and to work one’s cock between them, but this was a game better played later on. There were her hands, and sweetly could Blaeja frig him, but, again she was too inexperienced. The only possible remaining method was her bottom, and while Oddi was feverishly debating its advisability, an innocent movement of hers and the consequent change of attitude suddenly displayed the superb curves and general lusciousness of her posteriors. In spite of his impatience, Oddi involuntarily paused to admire their glorious opulence! Yes! He would bottom-fock Blaeja, thus depriving her of one of her maidenheads!
But would she let him do so? True, she had just sworn to submit herself to his caprices, whatever they might be, but such a caprice would no doubt never have entered into her innocent mind, and unless she did submit herself quietly, Oddi may have been required to again restrain her and forcibly take her from behind, and he felt that they had progressed beyond that. Suddenly a cruelly brilliant idea struck him, and at once he proceeded to act on it.
She was still lying curled up on the bed. He touched her on her shoulder; she looked up hurriedly. “I think you have rested long enough, Blaeja,” he said. “Now get up, I want you to put me right!” And he pointed to his cock, now in a state of terrible erection! “See!” he continued, “you must do something to put it out of its torment, just as I have already so sweetly allayed your lustful cravings!” She flushed painfully! “You can do it either with your mouth or by means of your bottom – now say quick – for I am just bursting with lust for you!”
She hid her face in her hands! “No, no,” she ejaculated. “No, oh no! I couldn’t, really I couldn’t!”
“You must!” he replied somewhat sternly, for he was driven mad with unsatisfied lust. “Remember the promises you have just made! Come now, no nonsense! Say which you’ll do!”
She threw herself at my feet. “No, no,” she cried, “I can’t!”
Bending over her, he gripped her shoulders. “You have just sworn that you would let me do to you anything I pleased, and that you would do anything I might tell you to do; in other words, that you would both actively and passively minister to my pleasures. I have given you your choice! If you prefer to be active, I will lie on my back and you can suck and excite me into spending; if you would rather be passive, you can lie on your face and I will bottom-fock you! Now which shall it be?”
“No, no, no!” she moaned in her distress, “I can’t do either! Really I can’t!”
Exasperated by her non-compliance, he determined to get by force what he wanted, and before she could guess his intentions, he had gripped her firmly round her body, then half carried and half dragged her over to the rowing chest. Over it he forced her, face downwards, and in spite of her resistance, he soon fixed straps to her wrists and ankles; then he pinned the straps under the chest by rocking them under as he sat on her to keep her in the proper position, as she desperately fought to get loose. Cleverly managing the straps, he soon got Blaeja into the desired position, flat on her face and astride the chest, her wrists and ankles being secured under the rowing chest’s curved bottom.
Blaeja was now fixed in such a way that she could not raise her shoulders or bosom, but by straightening her legs, she could heave her bottom upwards a little. Her position was perfect for the intended purpose, and lustfully he gloated over the spectacle of her magnificent buttocks, her widely parted thighs affording him a view of both of her virgin orifices, both now at his personal disposal!
Oddi passed his hands amorously over the glorious backside now at his mercy, pinching, patting, caressing and stroking the luscious flesh; his hands wandering along her plump thighs, revelling in their smoothness and softness, Blaeja squirming and wriggling deliciously! Needless to say her cunt was not neglected, his fingers tenderly and lovingly playing with it and causing her the most exquisitely irritating titillation.
After enjoying himself in this way for a few minutes and having thoroughly felt her bottom, he left her to herself for a moment while he went to a storage barrel, Blaeja watching his movements intently. After rummaging about, he found what he sought, and as he returned to her he grabbed up Halfdan’s slaver whip as he passed by it. He was getting tired of having to use force on Blaeja to get what he wanted and considered it would be useful policy to make her learn the result of not fulfilling her promises; and there was no faster way of bringing a girl to her senses than by whipping her soundly, naked if possible! And here was Blaeja, naked, fixed in the best possible position for a whipping!
As he turned towards her, whip in hand, she instantly guessed her fate and shrieked for mercy, struggling frantically to get loose. Deaf to her pitiful pleadings, Oddi placed himself in position to command her backside, raised the whip, and gave her a stroke right across the fleshiest part.
A fearful shriek broke from her! Without losing time, he administered another, and another, and another, Blaeja simply now yelling with the pain, and wriggling in a marvellous way considering how tightly she was strapped down. Oddi had never before whipped a girl, although he had seen it practiced all about him his whole life! Slavers and whips came as a set like a hunter and his hounds. And the Hraes’ Trading Company he worked with were, in part, slavers. He had often read and been told of the sexual delights of the operation to the operator in a recreational setting, but the reality far surpassed his most vivid expectations! And the naked girl he was whipping was Blaeja AEllasdottir, the object of his lust, the girl who had poisoned King Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’, the girl he was about to ravish and plunder for it! Mad with exultation, he disregarded her agonised shrieks and cries. With cruel deliberation, he selected the tenderest parts of her bottom for his strokes, aiming sometimes at one luscious cheek, then the other, then across both, visiting the tender inside of her widely parted thighs! Her cries were music to his ears in his lustful frenzy, while her wriggles and squirms and the agitated plungings of her hips and buttocks enthralled his eyes. But soon, too soon, her strength began to fail her, her shrieks degenerated into inarticulate ejaculations. There was now little pleasure in continuing her punishment, so most reluctantly he ceased.
Soothingly he passed his right hand over Blaeja’s quivering bottom and stroked it caressingly, alleviating in a wonderfully short time the pain. In spite of the severity of the whipping she had received, she was not marked at all! Her flesh was like that of a baby, slightly pinker perhaps, but clean and fresh. As he tenderly restored her to ease, her tremblings died away, her breath began to come more freely and normally, and soon she was herself again.
“Well, has the nonsense been whipped out of you, Blaeja?” he asked sternly. She quivered, but did not answer.
“What, not yet?” he exclaimed, pretending to misunderstand her. “Must I give you another turn?” and he raised the whip as if to commence again.
“No, no!” she cried in genuine terror. “I’ll be good!”
“Then lie still and behave yourself,” Oddi replied, throwing the whip away into a corner of the ship.
From a jar he had withdrawn from the barrel he palmed a handful of churned butter. Blaeja who was fearsomely watching every movement of his, cried in alarm, “Oddi, what are you going to do to me? … Oh tell me!” His only response was to commence to lubricate her arsehole, during which operation she squirmed delightfully; then placing himself full in her sight, he set to work palming the rest of the butter on his rampant prick. “Guess, dear!” he said.
She guessed accurately. For a moment she was struck absolutely dumb with horror, then struggling desperately to get free, she cried, “Oh! my God! … No Oddi! … No! … You’ll kill me!”
“Don’t be alarmed,” he said quietly, as he caressed her quivering buttocks. “I’ve done this lots in my life and it is seldom fatal. I have done this with women who didn’t want to get pregnant, and I’ve done this to men whom I’ve defeated in battle. I have only seen it fatal once and that was a full faced Rapatio conducted in the midst of battle. It is now going in! Lie still, Blaeja, or I shall have to whip you again!” Then placing himself in position behind her, he leaned forward till the head of his cock rested against her arsehole and he then began to rock the rowing bench.
“My God! – No! No!” she shrieked, frantically wriggling her buttocks in an attempt to thwart him. But the contact of his cock with Blaeja’s anus was true and, as he drew the rowing bench back towards him, his cock entered the awaiting anus quite smoothly and the rocking action drove his cock halfway up Blaeja’s bottom with apparently little or no pain to her; then falling on her, he clasped the ends of the rowing chest and rammed himself well into her, till he felt his balls against her and the cheeks of her bottom against his pelvis. Then he pushed the chest away and was almost all the way out of her again before he quickly pulled the chest back towards himself. And he just kept rocking!
‘By the Gods!’ Oddi thought as he rocked, ‘It is like the heavens to me! Blaeja’s naked quivering body closely pressed to mine! – My member buried to its hairs in her bottom! – My Porphyry phallus revelling in the warmth inside her! I shall never forget it!’ Prolonging his rapturous ecstasy, he rested motionless on her, his hands gripping and squeezing her palpitating breasts so conveniently placed for his delectation, his cheek against her averted face, listening to the inarticulate murmurs wrung unconsciously from her by the violence of her emotions and the unaccountably strange pleasure she was experiencing, and which she confessed to by meeting his suppressed shoves with spasmodic upward heavings of her bottom – ‘Oh! it was paradise!’
Inspired by a sudden thought, he slipped his right hand down to Blaeja’s cunny and gently tickled it with it with his forefinger, but without penetrating. The effect was marvellous! Blaeja plunged wildly under him with tumultuous quiverings, her bosom palpitating and fluttering. “Ah! … Ah! …” she ejaculated, evidently at prey to uncontrollable sexual cravings! Provoked beyond endurance he finally let himself go! For a few moments there was a perfect cyclone of frenzied upheavings from her, mixed with fierce down-thrustings from him, then blissful ecstasy as he spent madly into Blaeja, flooding her interior with his boiling tribute! “Ah! … ah! …” she gasped, as she felt herself inundated by his hot discharge! Her cunt distractedly sought his finger, a violent spasm shook her, and with a scarcely articulate cry indicative of the intensest rapture, Blaeja spent on his finger with quivering vibrations, her head falling forward as she half swooned in her ecstasy!! She had lost the maidenhead of her bottom!!!
For some seconds they both lay silent and motionless over the rowing chest, save for an occasional tremor, he utterly absorbed in the indescribable pleasure of spending into Blaeja as she lay tightly clasped in his arms! She was the first to stir, incommoded by his super incumbent weight, gently turning her face towards him, colouring furiously as their eyes met! He pressed his cheek against hers; she did not flinch but seemed to respond. Tenderly he kissed her; she turned her face towards him and of her own accord she returned his kiss! Was it that Oddi had tamed her? Or had she secretly tasted certain pleasure during the violation of her bottom? Clasping her closely, Oddi whispered, “You have been a good girl this time, Blaeja! A very good girl!!” She softly rubbed her cheek against his. “Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She whispered back, “Very little at first, but not afterwards!” “Did you like it?” he enquired. For answer she hid her face, blushing hotly. But he could feel her thrill!!
A moment’s silence, then she raised her head again, moved uneasily, then murmured, “Oh! Do let me get up now!”
“Very well,” he replied and unclasping his arms from round her, he slowly withdrew his member out of her bottom, untied her – then, taking her into the forecastle alcove, he showed her a toilet all ready for her use and left her. Passing into the other alcove, he performed the needful ablutions to himself, then radiant with his victory and having relieved his overcharged desires, he awaited Blaeja’s reappearance.
Soon Blaeja emerged from the alcove, looking much freshened up by her ablutions. She further had taken the opportunity to put her hair in order, it having become considerably disarranged and rumpled by her recent struggles. Her face had lost the woebegone look, and there was a certain air of almost satisfaction about her which surprised him, for she smiled as their eyes met, at the same time faintly colouring, and concealing her cunny with her left hand as she approached him.
He offered her a glass of wine, which she drank, then he passed my left arm round her waist and drew her to the bed, onto which he’d placed himself, making her seat herself on his thighs and pass her right arm round his neck. Then drawing her close, he proceeded to kiss her ripe lips, to which she made no resistance but gave no response.
They sat in silence for a minute or two, he gently stroking her luscious breasts while trying to read in her eyes what her present frame of mind really was, but unsuccessfully. Undoubtedly, during the ravishment of her bottom, she had tasted some pleasure sufficiently delicious to make her condone for its sake her ‘violation à la derrière’ and practically to pardon her violator! – what could it be?
He thought he would try a long shot, so he quietly whispered in her ear, “Wouldn’t you like that last all over again?”
He felt her quiver. She was silent for a moment, then asked softly, “Do you mean as a further punishment?” steadily keeping her eyes averted from him and flushing slightly.
“Oh! no,” he replied, “it was so very evident that it was not ‘punishment’ to you,” and he tried to catch her eyes as he pressed her amorously to himself. “I meant as a second act.”
Blaeja blushed furiously! He felt her arm round his neck tighten its embrace, and she nestled herself closer to him! “Not all!” she murmured gently.
“How much then? Or which part?” he whispered again.
“Oh! How can I possibly tell you!” she whispered back, dropping her face onto his shoulder and snuggling up to him, then throwing her left arm also round him, thereby uncovering her sweet young cunny.
He took the hint. “May I guess?” he whispered.
Without waiting for a reply, he slipped his right hand down from her breasts and over her rounded belly, then began to gently toy with her hairs and caress her slit! Blaeja instantly kissed him twice passionately! She was evidently hot with lust, inflamed possibly by the dose of cantharides she had unknowingly swallowed!
“Am I right?” he whispered. She kissed him again!
“Then let me arrange you properly,” he said. “Come, we’ll sit in front of the mirror and look at ourselves!” Blaeja blushed, not quite approving of the idea, but willing to please him.
So Oddi moved the mirror in front of the bed and seated himself once more. He then made Blaeja place herself on his thighs, her bottom being right over his cock, which promptly began to return to life, raising its drooping head until it rested against her posteriors. Passing his left arm round her waist, he held her firmly. Then he made her part her legs, placing her left leg between his while her right leg rested against the rowing chest, with his right thigh in fact separating her thighs.
Blaeja was now reflected in the mirror in three-quarters profile, but her parted legs allowed the whole of her cunt with its glorious wealth of hair to be fully seen! Her arms hung idly at her sides – he had made her promise not to use them.
They gazed at their reflection for a moment, their eyes meeting in the burnished bronze. Blaeja looked just lovely in her nakedness!
“Are you ready?” Oddi asked with a significant smile. Blaeja wriggled a little as if to settle herself down more comfortably, then turning her face, now all aflame and rosy red, to him, she almost shame-facedly nodded, then kissed him!
“Keep your cheek against mine, and watch yourself in the glass, Blaeja,” he whispered, then he gently placed his right hand on her sweet belly and slowly approached her cunt!
A thrill, evidently of pleasure, quivered through her as she felt his fingers pass through her hairs and settle on her well. “Ah!” she murmured, moving deliciously over his erect member as he commenced to tenderly frig her, now fingering her slit, now penetrating her still virgin orifice, now tickling her clitoris – causing her, all the time, the most deliciously lascivious transports, to which she surrendered herself by licentiously oscillating and jogging herself backwards and forwards as if to meet and stimulate his finger!
Presently Blaeja became still more excited; her breasts stiffened, her nostrils dilated! Noting this, Oddi accelerated the movements of his finger, at the same time clasping her more firmly to himself, his eyes riveted on her image in the bronze and gloating over the spectacle she presented in her voluptuous raptures! Suddenly she caught her breath! Quickly he titillated her on her clitoris! “Oh! … Oh! … Oh!!!” she ejaculated – then spent in ecstasy, maddening Oddi by the quiverings of her warm buttocks, between which his now rampant prick raged, head down!
He did not remove his finger from Blaeja’s cunt, but kept it in her while she spent, slightly agitating it from time to time, to accentuate her ecstasy. But, as soon as he determined that her sexual orgasm had exhausted itself, he began again to frig her. Then an idea flashed through his brain: ‘Why should I not share her raptures?’ Carefully he watched for an opportunity! Soon he worked her again into an awful state of desire; panting with unsatisfied lust and furiously excited by the cantharides, Blaeja jerked herself about madly and spasmodically on his thighs! Presently an unusually violent movement of hers released his cock from its sweet confinement under her bottom; promptly it sprang up stark and stiff! Quick as thought, he gripped Blaeja tightly and rammed himself fiercely into her bottom!! “No! … No! … No! …” she cried and strove to rise and so dislodge him, but he pressed her firmly down on his thighs and compelled her to remain impaled upon his prick, creating a diversion by frigging her harder than ever!!
“Kiss me,” he gasped, frantic with lust under his warm sensations in Blaeja’s bottom and the sight of her naked self in the bronze, quivering, palpitating, wriggling!! Quickly Blaeja pressed her lips on his, their breaths mingled, their tongues met, his left hand caught hold of one of her breasts and squeezed it as her eyes closed. An electric shock ran through her! … then Blaeja spent frantically, plentifully bedewing his finger with her virgin distillation! – at the same moment receiving inside her his boiling primal essence, as he erupted madly into her, his member throbbing convulsively under the contractions of her rear sphincter muscle, agitated and activated by her ecstatic transports.
Oh! the sensations of the moment! How Blaeja spent! How Oddi discharged into her!!
It must have been a full minute before either of them moved, save for the involuntary tremors that, from time to time, ran through them as their sexual excitement died away! Blaeja, now limp and nerveless, but still impaled on his prick, reposed on him, his finger dwelling motionless in her cunt, luxuriating in its envelope of warm throbbing flesh! And so they rested, exhausted after their lascivious orgy, both half conscious!
Oddi was the first to come to himself, and as he caught sight of their reflection in the mirror, the licentious tableau they presented sent an involuntary quiver through him which his member communicated to Blaeja, thus rousing her! As she dreamily opened her eyes, her glance also fell on the mirror! She started, became suddenly wide-awake, flushed rosy-red, then hid her face in her hands, murmuring brokenly, “Oh! … How horrible! … How horrible! … What … have you … made me do? …” half sobbing in her shame now that her sexual delirium had subsided, and horribly conscious that his cock was still lodged in her anus impaling her. Foreseeing her action, Oddi brought his right arm to the assistance of his left and he held her forcibly down, so preventing her from rising and slipping off his member.
“What’s the matter, Blaeja?” he asked soothingly, as she struggled to rid herself of his cock.
“Oh! Let me go! Let me go!” she begged, her face still in her hands and in such evident distress that he deemed it best to comply and let her hurry off of him and go to her alcove, as she clearly desired. Following her example, he repaired to his corner and after the necessary ablutions, he awaited Blaeja’s return.
Pending Blaeja’s reappearance, Oddi debated with himself the important question, ‘What next should I do with her?’ There was no doubt that he had succeeded in taming her, that he had now only to state his wishes and she would comply with them! But this very knowledge seemed to destroy the pleasure he had anticipated in having her in such utter subjection; the spice of the proceeding up to now had lain in his forcing her to endure his salacious and licentious caprices, in spite of the most determined and desperate resistance she could make! And once she had become a dull and passive surrogate of a once proud and voluptuous girl, Oddi felt he’d be flogging a dead horse were he to continue his program!
But there was one experience which on no account was to be omitted, forming as it did the culmination of his revenge as well as his lust, one indignity which she could not and would not passively submit to, one crowning triumph over her which she could never question or deny – and this was … her violation! – the ravishing of her maidenhead!!
Blaeja was now fully educated to appreciate the significance of every detail of the process of transforming a girl into a woman; his fingers and lips had thoroughly taught her maiden cunt its duty, while his prick, when lodged in the throbbing recesses of her bottom, had acquainted her with the phenomenon of the masculine discharge at the crisis of pleasure, of the feminine ecstasy in receiving it, while her transports in his arms, although somewhat restricted by the circumstances, had revealed to her the exquisitely blissful sensations mutually communicated by such close clinging contact of male and female flesh! Yes! He would now devote the rest of the night to focking her!
Hardly had he arrived at this momentous decision than Blaeja came out of her alcove after an unusually prolonged absence. She had evidently thoroughly refreshed and revived herself, and she looked simply fetching as she halted hesitatingly on passing through the curtains, shielding her breasts with one hand and her cunt with the other, in charming shame-faced confusion. Obedient to his gesture, she came timidly towards him; she allowed him to pass his arm round her waist and kiss her, and then to lead her to the night table where he made her drink a small goblet of wine that he poured out for her, and which seemed to be most welcome to her. Then he gently whispered to her that they would lie down together on the bed for a little rest, and soon they were cosily lying at their ease, she pressed and was held amorously in Oddi’s encircling arms.
For a minute or two they rested in silence, then the close conjunction of their naked bodies began to have the inevitable result on him – and also upon her! Clasping her closely, he murmured, “Now, Blaeja darling, I think the time has come for you to surrender to me your maidenhead … for you to be my bride!” And he kissed her passionately.
She quivered, moved herself uneasily as if trying to slip out of his encircling arms, trembling exceedingly, but remaining silent.
Oddi made as if to place her on her back, whispering, “Open your legs, dear!”
“No! No! Oddi!” Blaeja ejaculated, struggling to defend herself, and successfully resisting his attempt to roll her over on to her back. “Let me go, dear Oddi! … surely you have revenged yourself on me sufficiently!” And she endeavoured to rise.
Oddi held her down firmly and, in spite of her determined resistance, he got her on her back and himself atop her. But she kept her legs so obstinately closed that in the position in which he was, he could not get his own legs between them. He began to get angry. Gripping her to himself till her breasts flattened themselves against his powerful chest, he raised his head and looked her sternly in the eyes.
“Now, Blaeja, no more nonsense,” he said brusquely. “I am going to fock you! Yield yourself at once to me and do as I tell you or I shall tie you down on this bed and violate you by force in a way you won’t like! Now once and for all, are you going to submit or are you not?”
She closed her eyes in an agony of distress.
“Oddi! … Oddi! …” she murmured brokenly then stopped as if unable to speak in her emotion.
“I can only take it that you prefer to be ravished by force rather than be treated as a bride! Very well!” he rejoined. And he slipped off her as if to rise and tie her down. But she caught his hand, looked at him so pleadingly and with so piteous an expression in her lovely eyes that he sat down by her side on the bed.
“Upon my word I don’t understand you, Blaeja!” he said, not unkindly. “You have known all along that you were to lose your maidenhead and you have solemnly promised to yield it to me and to conform to all my desires, whatever they might be. Now, when the time has arrived for you to be focked you seem to forget all your promises!”
“But … but …” she stammered, “I didn’t know … then! … I thought … there … was … only one way! … so … I promised! … but you … have … had me twice … another way! … oh! let me off! … do let me off! … I can’t submit! … truly I can’t … have me again … the … other way … if … you must! … but not … this way! … oh! … not this way!! …”
With his right hand he stroked her cunt gently, noting how she flinched when it was touched! “I want this virginity, Blaeja! This virginity of your cunt! – your real maidenhead! – and you must let me have it! Now am I to whip you again into submission? I have another whip I call Soti’s gift! Don’t be foolish! You can guess how this whip will hurt when properly applied, as it will be. You know you’ll then have to give in! Why not do so at once, and spare yourself the pain and indignity of a severe whipping?”
Blaeja moaned pitifully: “Oh, my God!” – then was silent for a few seconds, her face working painfully in her distress! Then she turned to him, “I must give in!” she murmured brokenly, “I couldn’t endure … to be whipped … naked … as I am! … so … take me … and do … what you desire! … only … treat … me as kindly … as you can! … Now … I don’t know … why … I ask it … but … kiss me … kiss me … let me think … I’m … your wife … and on … my wedding night! … not …” – she stopped, struggling with her emotions, then bravely put up her mouth with a pitiful smile to be kissed.
Promptly he took her lovely naked form lovingly in his arms, and pressing her to himself till her breasts flattened against him, he passionately kissed her trembling lips again and again until she gasped for breath. Then stooping, he repeated the caress on each heaving breast and then on her palpitating cunt, kissing it over and over and over again, interspersing his kisses with delicate lingual caresses! Then he succeeded in soothing her natural agitation at thus reaching the critical point of her maiden existence.
Thus at last Blaeja and Oddi found themselves together naked on the Couchez of Love! – she, ill at ease and downcast at having thus to yield up her virginity and dreading horribly the process of thus being initiated into the mysteries of sexual love! – he overjoyed at the prospect of soon ravishing Blaeja and conquering her maidenhead! Side by side on their backs, they lay in silence, his left hand clasping her right, till she had regained her composure a little. As soon as Oddi saw that Blaeja had become calmer, he slipped his arms round her, and turning on his side towards her, he drew her tenderly to himself, but still keeping her flat on her back; then he kissed her lips again and again ardently, murmuring lovingly between my kisses, “My little wife! … my wee wife!” – noting delightedly how her downcast face brightened at his adoption of her fantasy, and feeling her respond almost fondly to his kisses.
“May I learn something about my wife?” he whispered as he placed his right hand on her maiden breasts and began feeling them as if she was indeed his bride! Blaeja smiled tenderly, yielding herself to his caprice, and quivering anew under the voluptuous sensations communicated to her by his inquisitive fingers. “Oh! What little beauties! Oh! What darling boobies!” he murmured amidst fresh kisses! – Blaeja now beginning to look quite pleased at his using her own pet name for her treasures and commencing to enter almost heartily into his game. He continued to fondle and squeeze her luscious breasts for a little longer, then carried his hand lower down her, but suddenly arrested it, whispering, “May I?”
At this absurd travesty of a bridegroom’s chivalrous respect for his bride Blaeja fairly laughed then gaily nodded, putting up her lips for more kisses! Overjoyed to see her thus forgetting her woes, Oddi pressed his lips on hers and kept them there, punctuating with kisses the feigningly timid advance of his hand over her belly, till it invaded the precincts of her cunt! “Oh! my darling! … Oh! my sweetheart! … Oh! my wife! …” he murmured passionately as his fingers roved wantonly all over Blaeja’s virgin cunny, playing with her hairs, feeling and pressing insidiously but irritatingly its fleshiness, and toying with her slit but not penetrating it! Blaeja all the while abandoned herself freely to the lascivious sensations induced by his fingerings, jogging her buttocks upwards, waggling her hips, ejaculating “Ah!” and “Oh!” in spite of his lips being glued to hers and nearly suffocating her with kisses!
After a few minutes of this delicious exploitation of the most private part of Blaeja’s body, he stopped his finger on her virgin orifice. “Pardon me, sweet!” he whispered; then gently inserted it into Blaeja’s cunt as far as he could to assure himself as to her still virgin condition, all the time smothering her with kisses. Keenly appreciating the comicality of his proceedings, in spite of the serious lover-like air he was assuming, Blaeja laughed out heartily, unconsciously heaving herself up so as to meet his finger and slightly opening her thighs to allow it freer access to her cunt, his tongue taking advantage of her laughter to dart through her parted lips in search of her tongue, which she then sweetly resigned to his ardent homage! “Oh! wife! … my wife! … my sweet wife! … my virgin wife! …” he murmured, as if enchanted to find her still a maid! “Oh! What a delicious cunny you have! – so fat! so soft! so juicy! – wife!! … oh wife!! …”
Oddi breathed passionately into her ear, as he agitated his finger inside her cunt, half frigging her and stopping her protests with my kisses, till he saw how he was exciting her! “Little wife!” he whispered with a grin he could not, for the life of himself, control, “Little wife! shall I … make you come?” In spite of her almost uncontrollable and self-absorbing sexual irritation, Blaeja laughed out, then nodded, closing her eyes as if in anticipation of her now fast approaching ecstasy! A little more subtle titillation and Blaeja spent blissfully on his ministering finger, jerking herself about lasciviously and evidently experiencing the most voluptuous raptures and transports!!
He waited till her sexual spasm had ceased. “Wife!” he whispered, rousing her with his kisses, “Little wife! Oh you naughty girl! How you seemed to enjoy it! … tell me, wife! Was it then so good?” As she opened her eyes, Blaeja met his, brimming with merriment; she blushed rosy-red, then clasped Oddi tightly in her soft arms and kissed him passionately, murmuring, “Darling! Oh darling!!” then burst out laughing at their ridiculousness! And so they lay for a few delicious moments, clasped in each other arms.
Presently he murmured, “Now, wife! You’ll like to learn something about me, eh?” Blaeja laughed merrily at the quaint conceit, then coloured furiously as she remembered that it would mean the introduction of her virgin hands to his virile organs! “Sit up, wife, dear, and give me your pretty hands,” he said.
Blaeja, now rosy-red with suppressed excitement and lust, quickly raised herself to a sitting position at his side. He took her dainty hands in his, she yielding them rather coyly, turned on his back, opened his legs, and then guided her right hand on to his erect member and her left onto his testicles, then left her to indulge and satisfy in any manner she saw fit her senses of sight and touch, wondering whether it would occur to her that the fires she was about to excite in him would have to be extinguished in her virgin self when she was being ravished, as before long she would be!
For a full half a minute, Blaeja intently inspected his organs of generation, leaning over him and supporting herself by placing one hand on his stomach and the other on his thigh. Oddi wondered what thoughts passed through her mind as she gazed curiously on what very soon would be the instruments of her violation and the conquerors of her virginity. But she made no sign.
Presently she steadied herself on her left hand, then timidly, with her right hand, she took hold of his hard cock gently, glancing curiously at him as if to note the effect of the touch of her soft hand on so excitable a part of his person, then smiling wickedly and almost triumphantly as she saw him quiver with pleasure! Oh! The exquisite sensations that accompanied her touch! Growing bolder, she held his cock erect and gently touched his balls with her slender forefinger, as if to test their substance, then took them in her hand, watching him eagerly out of the corner of her eye to note the effect on him! He was simply thrilling with the pleasure! For a few minutes she lovingly played with his organs, generally devoting a hand to each, but sometimes she would hold his cock between one finger and thumb, while with her other hand, she would amuse herself by working the loose folds of skin off and on the knob! At another time, she would place his cock between her soft warm palms and pretend to roll it. Another time she seized a testicle in each hand, oh! so gently! and sweetly caressed them! Had he not taken the edge off his sexual ardour by the two spendings in Blaeja’s bottom, he would have discharged indiscriminately under the tenderly provocative ministration of her fingers! As it was, he had to exercise every ounce of self-control to prevent an outburst!
Presently he said quietly but significantly, “Little wife! May I tell you that between husband and wife kissing not only is sanctioned but is considered even laudable!” Blaeja laughed nervously, glanced quickly at him, then with heightening colour, looked intently at his cock, which she happened at that moment to be grasping tightly in her right hand, its head protruding above her thumb and fingers, while with her left forefinger she was delicately stroking and tickling his testicles! After a moment’s hesitation, she bent down, squeezed his member tightly, as if to prevent anything from issuing out of it, then softly kissed its head! Oh! His delicious sensations at her lips touching his cock! Emboldened by the success of her experiment, Blaeja set to work to kiss his balls sweetly, then passed her lips over the whole of his organs, showering kisses on them, but favouring especially his balls, which had for her a wonderful attraction, burying her lips in his scrotum, and tonguing them hungrily! Such attentions could only end in one way! Inflamed almost beyond endurance by the play of her sweetly irritating lips, his cock became so stiff and stark that Blaeja in alarm thought she had better cease her ministrations, and with blushing cheeks and a certain amount of trepidation, she lay herself down alongside of Oddi.
By this time he was so mad with lust that he could hardly control himself, and as soon as Blaeja lay down he seized her in his arms, drew her to himself, showered kisses on her lips, then with an abrupt movement, he rolled her over on to her back, slipping on top of her. In an effort to counteract his attack she separated her legs the better to push him back! Quick as thought, he forced his way between them.
Blaeja was at his mercy! He could not have her at better advantage! She struggled desperately to dislodge him, but to no avail!
Gripping her tightly, he got his stiff and excited prick against the lips of her cunt, then pushing steadily, he drove it into Blaeja, burying its head in her. Despite her fearful struggles and rapid movements of her buttocks and hips, he made another thrust, entering still further into her cunt, then felt himself blocked! Blaeja screamed agonisedly, “Oh! … Oh! Stop! … You’re hurting me!” throwing herself wildly about in her pain and despair, for she recognised that she was being violated! Knowing that it was her maiden membrane that was stopping his advance into her, and that this now was the last defence of her virginity, he rammed into her vigorously! Suddenly he felt something give way inside her and his cock glided well up her cunt, and it did not require the despairing shriek that came from Blaeja to tell him that he had broken through the last barrier and had conquered her virginity!
Oh! His exultation! At last he had ravished Blaeja, he had captured her maidenhead, and was now actually focking her in spite of herself! She, poor girl, lay beneath him, tightly clasped in his arms, a prey to the keenest shame, deprived of her maidenhead, transfixed with his prick, her cunt suffering martyrdom from its sudden distension and smarting with the pain of her violation! Pitying her, he lay still for some seconds so as to allow the interior of her cunny to stretch a bit, but he was too wrought up and mad with lust to remain inactive long in such surroundings.
With a final thrust, he drove his cock well home, Blaeja’s hairs and his interweaving and tangling in mutual disarray. She shrieked again! Then agitating himself gently on her, he began to fock her, slowly at first with steady strokes of his buttocks, then with more rapid and uneven jabs and thrusts, she quivering under him, overwhelmed by her emotions at thus finding her pure body compelled to become the recipient of his lust and by the strangely delicious pleasure that the movements of his cock inside her cunt were arousing in her! Blaeja no longer struggled, but lay passive in his arms, unconsciously accommodating herself to his movements upon her, and involuntarily working her hips and bottom, instinctively yielding to the promptings of her now fast-increasing sexual cravings by jogging herself up to meet his down-thrusts!
Blaeja lay underneath him, tightly clasped in his arms, naked, quivering, her warm flesh throbbing against him, his cock lodged in her cunt, her tearful face in full sight, her breasts palpitating and her bosom heaving in her agitation! – gasping, panting in the acutest shame and distress at being violated, yet unconsciously longing to have her sexual desires satisfied while dreading the consummation of her devirginisation! He could no longer control himself. Clasping her yielding figure still more closely, he let himself go – thrusting, ramming, shoving and jamming his cock spasmodically within her, he frenziedly focked her! A storm of rapid tumultuous jogs, a half strangled “oh! … oh!! … oh!!! …” from Blaeja and Oddi spent fully and deliriously into her, deluging her with his hot discharge, and at the same moment feeling the head of his cock christened by the warm gush that burst from Blaeja as she also frantically spent, punctuating the pulsations of her discharge by voluptuous upheavings of her wildly agitated bottom.
Oddi remained master of himself notwithstanding his ecstatic delirium, but Blaeja fainted under the violence of the sexual eruption for the first time legitimately induced within her! His warm kisses on her upturned face however soon revived her. When she came to herself and found herself still lying naked in his arms and still harbouring his member in the freshly opened inner sanctum of her cunt, she begged him to set her free! But she had not yet extinguished the flames of lust and desire which her provocative personality and appetising nakedness had kindled and which she had stimulated to white heat by the tender manipulations and kisses she had bestowed on his organs of generation! His rod remained rampant and stiff and burned to riot again within the deliciously warm and moist recesses of Blaeja’s cunt – while he longed to make her expire again in the sweet agonies of satisfied sexual desire, and to witness and share her involuntary transports and wondrous ecstasies as she passed from sexual spasm to spasm while being sweetly focked!
So he whispered amidst his kisses, “Not yet, Blaeja! Not yet! Once more, Blaeja! You’ll enjoy it this time!” – then he began to gently fock her again. “No! no! …” she cried, plunging wildly beneath him in her vain endeavours to dislodge him, “Not again! … Oh! Not again! Let me go! … Stop! … Oh! Please, do stop!” she implored, almost in tears, and in terrible distress at the horrible prospect of being ravished a second time.
Oddi only shook my head negatively, and endeavoured to stifle her cries with kisses. Seeing that he was determined to enjoy her again, Blaeja, now in tears, ceased her pleadings and resigned herself to her fate.
In order to more easily control her struggles, Oddi had thrown his arms over hers, thus pinioning them in his grip of herself. Seeing now that she did not intend to resist him, except perhaps passively, he relaxed his embrace, set her arms free, passed his round her naked body, then whispered, “Hug me tightly, you’ll be more comfy that way, Blaeja!” She did so and immediately found it more comfortable. “That’s much better, isn’t it?” he murmured. She tearfully smiled, then nodded affirmatively, putting up her lips to be kissed.
“Now just lie quietly and enjoy yourself,” he whispered, then began to fock her with slow and steady piston-like thrusts of cock up and down her cunt. At once Blaeja’s bosom and breasts commenced to palpitate under him, fluttering deliciously against his chest. Exercising the fullest control he could possibly bring to bear on his seminal reserves, so as to prolong to the utmost extent his voluptuous occupation, and that Blaeja should have every opportunity of indulging and satisfying her sexual appetites and cravings and of fully tasting the delights of copulation, he continued to fock her steadily, watching her blushing upturned face and learning from her tell-tale eyes how she was getting on.
Presently she began to agitate her hips and jog herself upwards, then her breath came and went quickly, her eyes turned upwards and half closed, a spasm convulsed her … she spent! He stopped for a moment. After a few seconds, Blaeja opened her eyes, blushing rosy-red as she met his. He kissed her lips tenderly, whispering, “Good?” She nodded and smiled. He resumed. Soon she was again quivering and wriggling under him, as a fresh wave of lust seized her; again her eyes closed and again Blaeja spent blissfully! He saw that he had now thoroughly roused her sexual desires and that she had surrendered herself to their domination and that they were imperiously demanding satisfaction!
Oddi clasped her closely and whispered quickly, “Now, Blaeja, let yourself go!” And he set to work in real earnest, thrusting rapidly and ramming himself well into her! Blaeja simply abandoned herself to her sensations of the moment! Hugging him tightly, she agitated herself wildly under him, plunging madly, heaving herself furiously upwards, tossing her head from side to side – she seemed as if overcome and carried away by a torrent of lust and madly endeavouring to satisfy it. He could hardly hold her still. How many times she spent he no longer knew, but her eyes were constantly half closing and opening again as spasm after spasm convulsed her. Suddenly she ejaculated frenziedly: “Now! … Now! Let me have it! … Let me have it all! …” Immediately he responded – and in a flurry of furious thrusts, he poured his madly boiling essence into Blaeja, spending frantically in blissful ecstasy! “Ah! … Ah! …” she cried, quivering in rapturous transports as she felt herself inundated by his warm discharge! – then a paroxysm swept through her, her head fell back, her eyes closed, her lips opened as she spent convulsively in her turn!
She fainted right away! It had been too much for her! He tried to bring her to herself by kisses and endearments, but did not succeed. So he withdrew his cock cautiously out of Blaeja’s cunt, all bloodstained, staunched with a handkerchief the blood and cum that oozed out of Blaeja and bore unimpeachable evidence of the rape that had been committed on her virginity, and he sprinkled her face with water.
When at length she came to, he assisted her to rise, as she seemed half dazed, and he supported her as she tottered to her alcove, where she half fell into a low chair. He brought her a goblet of wine which she drank gratefully, and which somewhat revived her. Then he saw to it that she had everything she could want – water, soap, towels, et al. She asked him to leave her, adding she was now all right. Before doing so, he stooped down to receive the first kiss she would give as a woman, having had her last as a girl. Blaeja threw her arms round his neck, drew his face to hers, then kissed him passionately over and over again, quite unable to speak because of her emotion! He returned her kisses with interest, wondering whether she was wishing to make him comprehend that she pardoned him for violating her!
Presently Blaeja whispered, “May we just sleep together now?” Oddi had intended to have focked her again, but he saw how overwrought she was; besides that, the morning was dawning and Oddi wondered if there was still an audience awaiting them along the banks of the Foss. So he replied, “Yes, dear, as you wish.” Oddi tucked Blaeja tenderly under the quilts. “I’ll be right back.” Oddi went over to the steering board side and threw back the awnings and stood there naked in dawn’s early light and he surveyed the far riverbank. He saw little campfires alight all along the bank and there were couples in quilts sleeping together all along the bank and likely into the woods beyond. He wondered how much of the plundering and ravishing they had heard. He finished his wine and he arched his body and he threw his goblet out into the river as his overwrought cock swayed back and forth with the action. He gauged how much of the sound of its splash carried back to Fair Faxi and he judged that they’d heard a lot of it.
Oddi crawled into the bed and curled up with Blaeja and they fell asleep in each other’s arms. After a few hours, Princess Blaeja woke up and shook her prince and asked Oddi if the curse was now ended.
“I think it is,” he started, yawning some, “but Ragnar had a bit of Loki in him, so he might have a trick or two coming your way. I’ll check with his wife, Kraka. She’s a healer and knows more than a bit of witchcraft. She would know for sure.”
“Do you know a lot of healers?”
“In my line of work,” Oddi admitted, “you make it a point to know a lot of healers. I know a Princess Olvor in Ireland that is a healer, and her mother was a great healer and a seer.”
“My mother knew her mother,” Blaeja said, excitedly. “Do you know her well? I’d like to meet her.”
“We have a daughter, Hraegunhild, together in Ireland,” Oddi said. “Why would you want to meet her?”
“My mother was in the Alchemists’ medical guild. She knew Olvor’s mother and was always inviting her to join the guild. I thought perhaps to extend the offer to her daughter?”
“The Prince is an alchemist, Prince Erik is a member of the guild,” Oddi started.
“I know,” Princess Blaeja started. “He was telling King Roller that he didn’t want to plunder me because he is quite high up in the Alchemists’ guild in Baghdad. And King Roller told The Prince that he would soon be converting to Christianity, so he couldn’t plunder me.”
“They told me they drew lots while I was fighting in the Nor’Way and that I was drawn the short straw. Those sneaky royals, present company excepted, of course. I swore an oath to Hjalmar ‘the Brave’ that I would not take women aboard my ship against their wishes and we fought slavers together and though he is dead, I still respect his oath.”
“Is that the Hjalmar ‘the Brave’ that the skalds sing about dying on Samsey?”
“The very same,” Oddi said. “Do they sing about me as well?”
“Not a verse,” Blaeja chided. “But you needn’t worry about breaking oath with Hjalmar. I freely and willingly came aboard Fair Faxi and I thank you for making the ravishing real. If that doesn’t end the curse, nothing will!”
Oddi was going to tell her that he ravished her harshly in revenge for the part she played in the death of King Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’, the old warrior he had grown to know and love. He didn’t think any amount of ravishing was going to change the curse one way or the other, but he decided to say, “I did it for you, my love, and I’m sure the curse is over.”
“So…are we really now married?” Blaeja asked her prince.
“Almost,” Oddi answered, “but there is still one thing that must be done and it is all up to you at this point.”
“What must be done?”
“In order to complete our marriage you must, of your own free volition, tell me that ‘you marry me’ three times in a row. Then, and only then, shall we be married. You must keep in mind that it is an Aesir Viking marriage and that we both shall remain free to marry others as we see fit. It is not one of your restrictive Christian marriages that allow one or two spouses.”
“Are we allowed as many spouses as we wish?” Blaeja asked. She knew that Oddi’s pagan religion allowed multiple partners, but she only knew a few pagans who had one or two other mates.
“As many as we wish,” Oddi confirmed.
“I’m not sure I want to marry you under those conditions,” Blaeja said, covering her face and hiding under the quilt. “Can I marry you as my one sole husband? And only you shall be free to marry others? As many as you wish?”
“I think I can live with that,” Oddi said, astonished.
Blaeja threw back the covers and looked into Oddi’s eyes and said, “I marry you! I marry you! I marry you!” And she presented her lips to Oddi and he kissed her passionately for a full while.
“I see your second mast is well above half now,” she postulated
Oddi took a quick peek out of the awnings. “The sun also rises,” he said, and he pushed her down on the bed. “You know that your subjects can hear us across the waters?”
“Let them,” she said, pulling Oddi into herself, and she Oohed and Aahed twice as loudly as she had done under the whip the night before.
“Will you come again, come visit me?” the princess asked after. They could both hear York coming to life outside the ship’s awnings.
“I’ll come back when I find out more about the curse,” Oddi answered, getting dressed. “Today, I have to find some of your famous York boats, the bigger the better, twelve oared if possible. I’ll pay silver to anyone who has them. I need two or three for each of my ships. If I can stack ‘em and rack ‘em, that would be great.”
“My cousin sells York boats,” Princess Blaeja started, getting up on her elbow, “but she’ll want the silver now.”
“That’s fine. I’ve got a silver kettle full of silver that I got from the giant, Hilder, right aboard Fair Faxi here,” and Oddi walked to the awninged rear of his ship, flipped open the covered half deck doors and scooped up a double handful of silver Kufas and Dirhams and let them pour back into the kettle through his fingers. “I guess it’s King Hilder now,” he added. “Or would this cousin of yours, would she prefer gold?” and he opened a chest and took up a handful of gold Byzants and let them slowly flow through his fingers.
“Oh, I think she would prefer the gold,” Princess Blaeja said, excitedly.
“Gold it is, but I need them today. Also, there will be a particularly nasty King Frodi coming this way in the next day or two, so if you have some place outside of York you can stay for a while…”
“Can you bring me my clothes?” she asked, and she watched him as he gathered up her garments and she felt her bottom warm as she recollected how each item ended up where. She nodded gratefully as he took them to her, then left her to herself to dress; pouring out a bumper of wine, he celebrated silently but exultingly the successful completion of his vengeance and his victory over Blaeja’s virginity, then retired to his alcove and resumed his garments.
In about a quarter of an hour Blaeja reappeared from behind her alcove fully dressed, hatted and gloved. Oddi threw open the awnings and she stepped over the topstrake without a word, but cast a long comprehensive glance round the ship in which she had passed so memorable a night. “Lunch at noon in York Castle?” she asked as she paused on the gangplank.
“That would be lovely,” Oddi answered. Across the River Foss on the far riverbank couples were awake or just waking and gathering along the waters. They had been coupling in the grass and the bushes of the far bank all night long, encouraged on by the strokes and the screams and the oohs and the aahs and the sounds of a royal ravishing that had carried out across the waters all night long. The Northumbrian couples stood and applauded their princess as she returned to her recently recovered castle and she waved at them before she went in through the gate. There would be a bump in births in the City of York three seasons hence.
Princess Blaeja stroked her belly as she watched Oddi leave, then said, “Hraegunhild, I like that name.”
King Frodi was being feasted and entertained by the king of Wessex in Mercia, but it did not take long before the Saxon king was caught plotting to poison the banqueting Danish king, and the Saxon army fled back to Wessex and locked themselves up in their fortress of Winchester. Soon the Danes were marching north through Umbria. King Roller led his Norse cavalry forces into Scotland to join their fleet on the northern coast. Arrow Odd’s fleet sailed back down the Humber and set off to join King Roller’s fleet in Scotland and Prince Erik’s fleet sailed south for London to meet up with Frodi’s fleet there.
“You must take your fleet west to Slabland,” Roller told Oddi, “ and Prince Erik shall act out pursuing you. While you make good your escape, I shall try to draw King Frodi south past Ireland and all the way to Frankia. Prince Erik will convince King Frodi to go after me and he will go after you.”
King Skolli and Oddi prepared their Norse, Swedish and Anglish ships to make a run for the Newfoundland, loading up their York boats, while King Roller prepared his Norwegian fleet to lead the Kievan Hraes’ fleet south.
“You must take your fleet to Flanders,” Erik had told his brother. “Tell Bishop Prudentius, if he’s still alive, that Erik ‘Bragi’ needs a favour in the protection of his brother. He still owes me a mark of silver for the protection of one of his flock. And take my Cataphracts with you and reclaim Rouen and all of father’s trading stations in Northern Frankia. I’ll convince Frodi to go after you there while I go after Oddi in the west. Keep the Franks between you and King Frodi. I shall take my fleet west after Oddi’s fleet,” Prince Erik added, “and check out this Newfoundland he has discovered. Whatever you do, do not go back to The Vik. The Danes control it now. King Frodi has ordered the razing of Norway and shall give what is left of it to that upstart, Harald ‘Fairhair’. I learned of Frodi’s plans so I sent ships to take Kraka, Brak and all of our people to Frankia. They should already be at the Hraes’ Trading Company stations there.”
King Frodi had gone quite mad in the years following his killing of Queen Alfhild. The claw-marks she had ripped down his face often grew infected and inflamed and caused him to ofttimes wear a mask. He was an unforgiving task master ruling an empire that stretched from Angleland to Asia, that traded in fur and slaves, spices and silk, that counted its wealth not in tons of gold, but in tons of gold per trading season. King Frodi’s reign was a golden rule.
Chapter 18: WARLOCK SONGS of BOOK 3: THE SAGA OF PRINCE HELGI ‘ARROW ODD’ ERIKSON shall follow on next Post.
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The VARANGIANS / UKRAINIANS or The Nine Books of Saxo’s Danish History Per Brian Howard Seibert
BOOK ONE: The Saga of King Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’ Sigurdson
King Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’ Sigurdson’s third wife, Princess Aslaug, was a young survivor of the Saga of the Volsungs and was a daughter of King Sigurd ‘the Dragon-Slayer’ Fafnirsbane, so this is where Ragnar’s story begins in almost all the ancient tales (except Saxo’s). In our series, we explore this tail end of the Volsungs Saga because King Sigurd appears to be the first ‘Dragon-Slayer’ and King Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’ would seem to be the second so, it is a good opportunity to postulate the origins of Fire Breathing Dragons and how they were slain. King Ragnar would lose his Zealand Denmark to the Anglish Danes of Jutland, who spoke Anglish, as did the majority of Vikings who attacked England, which spoke both Anglish and Saxon languages, sometimes mistakenly called a common Anglo-Saxon language. The Angles and Saxons of England never really did get along, as shall be demonstrated in the following books. King Ragnar assuaged the loss of Zealand by taking York or Jorvik, the City of the Boar, in Angleland and Stavanger Fjord in Thule from which he established his Nor’Way trade route into Scythia.
BOOK TWO: The Saga of Prince Erik ‘Bragi’ Ragnarson
Book Two of the Nine Book The Varangians / Ukrainians Series places The Saga of Prince Erik ‘Bragi’ Ragnarson from Book Five of The First Nine Books of the Danish History of Saxo Grammaticus (c. 1200 AD) about King Frodi ‘the Peaceful’ into its proper chronological location in history. In 1984, when I first started work on the book, I placed Prince Erik’s birth at circa 800 CE, but it has since been revised to 810 CE to better reflect the timelines of the following books in the series. Saxo had originally placed the saga at the time of Christ’s birth and later experts have placed the story at about 400 CE to correspond with the arrival of the Huns on the European scene but, when Attila was driven back to Asia, the Huns didn’t just disappear, they joined the Khazar Empire, just north of the Caspian Sea, and helped the Khazars control the western end of the famous Silk Road Trade Route. Princes Erik and Roller, both sons of Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’, sail off to Zealand to avenge their father’s loss, but Erik falls in love with Princess Gunwar, the sister of the Anglish King Frodi of Jutland and, after his successful Battle Upon the Ice, wherein he destroys the House of Westmar, Erik marries Gunwar and both brothers become King Frodi’s foremost men instead, and the story moves on to the founding of Hraes’ and Gardar Ukraine.
BOOK THREE: The Saga of Prince Helgi ‘Arrow Odd’ Erikson
Book Three, The Saga of Prince Helgi ‘Arrow Odd’ Erikson, recreates Arrow Odd’s Saga of circa 1200 AD to illustrate how Arrow Odd was Prince Helgi (Oleg in Slavic) Erikson of Kiev, by showing that their identical deaths from the bite of a snake was more than just coincidence. The book investigates the true death of Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’ by poisoned blood-snakes in York or Jorvik, the ‘City of the Boar’, and how his curse of ‘calling his young porkers to avenge the old boar’ sets up a death spiral between swine and snake that lasts for generations. The book then illustrates the famous Battle of the Berserks on Samso, where Helgi ‘Arrow Odd’ and Hjalmar ‘the Brave’ slay the twelve berserk grandsons of King Frodi on the Danish Island of Samso, setting up a death struggle that takes the Great Pagan Army of the Danes from Denmark to ravage Norway and then England and on to Helluland in Saint Brendan’s Newfoundland. A surprise cycle of vengeance manifests itself in the ‘death by snakebite’ of Helgi ‘Arrow Odd’.
BOOK FOUR: The Saga of Prince Ivar ‘the Boneless’ Erikson
Book Four, The Saga of Prince Ivar ‘the Boneless’ Erikson, reveals how Ivar ‘the Boneless’ Ragnarson was actually Prince Eyfur or Ivar (Igor in Slavic) Erikson of Kiev and then King Harde Knute ‘the First’ of Denmark. By comparing a twenty year lacuna in the reign of Prince Igor in The Hraes’ Primary Chronicle with a coinciding twenty year appearance of a King Harde Knute (Hard Knot) of Denmark in European Chronicles, Prince Igor’s punishment by sprung trees, which reportedly tore him apart, may have rather just left him a boneless and very angry young king. Loyal Danes claimed, “It was a hard knot indeed that sprung those trees,” but his conquered English subjects, not being quite as polite, called him, Ivar ‘the Boneless’. The book expands on the death curse of Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’ and the calling of ‘his young porkers to avenge the old boar’ when Ivar leaves his first son, King Gorm (Snake) ‘the Old’, to rule in Denmark and his last son, Prince Svein (Swine) ‘the Old’ to rule in Hraes’, further setting up the death spiral between the swine and snake of the ‘Lothbrok’ curse.
BOOK FIVE: The Saga of Prince Svein ‘the Old’ Ivarson
Book Five, The Saga of Prince Svein ‘the Old’ Ivarson, demonstrates how Prince Sveinald (Sviatoslav in Slavic) ‘the Brave’ of Kiev was really Prince Svein ‘the Old’ Ivarson of Kiev, who later moved to Norway and fought to become King Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ of Denmark and England. But before being forced out of Russia, the Swine Prince sated his battle lust by crushing the Khazars and then attacking the great great grandfather of Vlad the Impaler in a bloody campaign into the ‘Heart of Darkness’ of Wallachia that seemed to herald the coming of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse and included the famed 666 Salute of the Army of the Impalers. The campaign was so mortifying that the fifteen thousand pounds of gold that the Emperor of Constantinople paid him to attack the Army of the Impalers seemed not nearly enough, so Prince Svein attacked the Eastern Roman Empire itself. He came close to defeating the greatest empire in the world, but lost and was forced to leave Hraes’ to his three sons. He returned to the Nor’Way and spent twelve years rebuilding Ragnar’s old trade route there.
BOOK SIX: The Saga of Grand Prince Valdamar ‘the Great’ Sveinson
Book Six, The Saga of Grand Prince Valdamar ‘the Great’ Sveinson, establishes how Grand Prince Valdamar (Vladimir in Slavic) ‘the Great’ of Kiev, expanded the Hraes’ Empire and his own family Hamingja by marrying 700 wives that he pampered in estates in and around Kiev. Unlike his father, Svein, he came to the aid of a Roman Emperor, leading six thousand picked Varangian cataphracts against Anatolian rebels, and was rewarded with the hand of Princess Anna Porphyrogennetos of Constantinople, a true Roman Princess born of the purple who could trace her bloodline back to Julius and Augustus Caesar. She was called ‘Czarina’, and after her, all Hraes’ Grand Princes were called ‘Czars’ and their offspring were earnestly sought after, matrimonially, by European royalty.
BOOK SEVEN: The Saga of King Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ Ivarson
In The Saga of King Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ Ivarson, Prince Svein anonymously takes the name of Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ in Norway and befriends the Jarls of Lade in Trondheim Fjord in Norway as he expands the Nor’Way trade route of his grandfather, Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’. He had come close to defeating the Eastern Roman Empire, and still felt that he was due at least a shared throne in Constantinople. He used the gold from the Nor’Way trade to rebuild his legions and his Hraes’ cataphracts and though his brother, King Gorm ‘the Old’, was dead, his son, Sweyn’s nephew, King Harald ‘Bluetooth’ Gormson had usurped the throne of Denmark and had hired the famed Jomsvikings to attack Prince Sweyn in Norway, setting up the famous Battle of Hjorungavagr in a fjord south of Lade. King Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ would emerge from that confrontation and then he would defeat King Olaf Tryggvason of Norway in the Battle of Svolder in 1000 AD, in an engagement precipitated over the hand of Queen Sigrid ‘the Haughty’ of Sweden. Later he attacked England in revenge for the following St. Brice’s Day Massacre of Danes in 1002 AD and he fought a protracted war with the Saxon King Aethelred ‘the Unready’ that could only be described as the harvesting of the English for sale as slaves in Baghdad and Constantinople. With the help of his son, Prince Valdamar of Kiev, and the legions and cataphracts of Hraes’, he conquered England on Christmas Day of 1013, but victory was not kind to him.
BOOK EIGHT: The Saga of King Canute ‘the Great’ Sweynson
Prince Valdamar ‘the Great’ Sveinson of Kiev, who had supported his father, King Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ of Denmark in attacks upon England left his ‘Czar’ sons in charge of Hraes’ and took over as King Valdamar of England, but the Latin Christian English revolted against his eastern name and Orthodox Christian religion and brought King Aethelred back from exile in Normandy and Valdamar had to return to Hraes’ and gather up the legions he had already sent back after his father’s victory. His half brother was ruling in Denmark and his sons were ruling in Hraes’ so, in 1015 AD Grand Prince Valdamar ‘the Great’ of Kiev was written out of Hraes’ history and in 1016 the Latin Christian Prince Canute ‘the Great’ returned to England to reclaim his throne. He defeated Aethelred’s son, King Edmund ‘Ironside’ of England, at the Battle of Assandun to become King Canute ‘the Great’ of England and later King Knute ‘the Great’ of Denmark and Norway as well. But that is just the start of his story and later Danish Christian Kings would call his saga, and the sagas of his forefathers, The Lying Sagas of Denmark, and would set out to destroy them, claiming that, “true Christians will never read these Sagas”.
BOOK NINE: The Saga of King William ‘the Conqueror’ Robertson
The Third Danish Conquest of Angleland was seen to herald the end of the Great Viking Manifestation of the Middle Ages, but this, of course, was contested by the Vikings who were still in control of it all. Danish Varangians still ruled in Kiev and Danes still ruled the Northern Empire of Canute ‘the Great’, for the Normans were but Danish Vikings that had taken up the French language, and even Greenland and the Newfoundland were under Danish control in a Hraes’ Empire that ran from the Silk Road of Cathay in the east to the Mayan Road of Yucatan in the west. “We are all the children of Ragnar ‘Lothbrok’,” Queen Emma of Normandy often said. Out of sheer spite the Saxons of England took over the Varangian Guard of Constantinople and would continue their fight against the Normans in Southern Italy as mercenaries of the Byzantine Roman Empire. They would lose there as well, when in the Fourth Crusade of 1204, the Norman Danes would sack the City of Constantinople and hold it long enough to stop the Mongol hoards that would crush the City of Kiev. It would be Emperor Baldwin ‘the First’ of Flanders and Constantinople who would defeat the Mongol Mongke Khan in Thrace. But the Mongols would hold Hraes’ for three hundred years and this heralded the end of the Great Viking Manifestation. The Silk Road was dead awaiting Marco Polo for its revival. But the western Mayan Road would continue to operate for another hundred years until another unforeseen disaster struck. Its repercussions would be witnessed by the Spanish conquerors who followed Christopher Columbus a hundred and fifty years later in the Valley of the Mound Builders.
Conclusion:
By recreating the lives of four generations of Hraes’ Ukrainian Princes and exhibiting how each generation, in succession, later ascended to their inherited thrones in Denmark, the author proves the parallels of the dual rules of Hraes’ Ukrainian Princes and Danish Kings to be cumulatively more than just coincidence. And the author proves that the Danish Kings Harde Knute I, Gorm ‘the Old’ and Harald ‘Bluetooth’ Gormson/Sweyn ‘Forkbeard’ were not Stranger Kings, but were Danes of the Old Jelling Skioldung Fridlief/Frodi line of kings who only began their princely careers in Hraes’ and returned to their kingly duties in Denmark with a lot of Byzantine Roman ideas and heavy cavalry and cataphracts.
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