Captive (23 page)

Aisla woke to a cool, grey light filtering in from the hall windows. There was a sour, soiled taste in her mouth, and her head twinged as she pulled herself up. Sulitea was still asleep, rolled into a fur with her naked bottom peeping from beneath. The troll was also insensible, sprawled among the mess on the floor.

Climbing slowly to her feet, she walked to the horn and took a fresh peach from the mouth. The axe was on the workbench where they had left it and she picked it up, gaining a feeling of security as her hand closed on the familiar shaft. If Sulitea’s charm had taken effect it was not evident.

She wrapped herself in a skin for warmth and stood a while, clutching the axe across her front for comfort as she ate the peach. Shame welled briefly inside her as she remembered the events of the night, but she managed a wry smile at the thought of how much worse Sulitea would feel. With the peach finished more serious matters demanded her attention and she moved towards the door.

Outside, the dawn was silent but for birdsong, yet Aisla crossed the yard cautiously and climbed to the wall rather than risk sticking her head out of the gate. Peering carefully between two crenellations, she looked down to the shore. The scene was much as it had been the previous day, with the long rocky slope stretching down to the neck of land that joined their stack to the mainland. The striped tents of the marauders were spaced across the neck, blocking all retreat unless they swam. The sea itself was hidden by mist, broken here and there by the dim outlines of black rocks.

Aisla shivered, wishing she had taken more than one fur, and was about to turn back when a movement caught her eyes. One of the black shapes in the mist seemed to be growing, becoming wide, splitting in two, and what had seemed a ragged angle became the square corner of a sail. A long, black prow pushed out of the mist and a lump rose in her throat, not of fear, but of excitement and longing. Hurling herself down the steps she ran for the hall.

‘Aeg!’ she yelled as she burst in. ‘Sulitea, Aeg!’

Her friend sat up, clutching the fur to her chest and looking groggily about.

‘Aeg!’ Aisla repeated. ‘On the beach! Come on!’

Aisla was already grabbing for her clothes as Sulitea began to react.

‘My clothes!’ Sulitea exclaimed. ‘My legs will show! My tattoos! I’m wearing nipple bells! My father, they’re bound to want to ravish me, they’ll see my cunt bells, I mean my… Oh Aisla, help!’

‘Just cover yourself! When they ravish you they’ll not stop because you’re disgraced!’

Sulitea began to grab things in a flurry of haste and embarrassment, furs, rugs, the workbook she had tried to use. Aisla grabbed for her harness, praying the Aeg attacked the marauders as she wrenched it up her legs.

‘Suck the troll!’ Sulitea screamed suddenly.

‘Now? Rescue is at hand and you want to watch me suck troll’s cock!’

‘Not for pleasure, you slut, for more elixir!’

Aisla opened her mouth to protest, then stopped. The troll was stirring, his cock stiffened by morning blood. Grabbing a vial from the work rack, she sank to her knees, grabbed the fat penis and began to tug frantically. It stiffened quickly, swelling until her fingers no longer met around the shaft. He stirred again and gave a low moan of pleasure. Aisla tugged faster, only to have his massive hand lock in her hair and pull her head into his crotch.

Helpless against his strength, she gaped wide and took his penis in her mouth, sucking busily. His grip relaxed as she worked, licking at the fat knob and masturbating him into her mouth as fast as she could manage. His cock jerked and she pulled her head back, a moment too late as a jet of come erupted full into her face. The troll gave an angry grunt, tightened his grip and pulled hard, forcing her to take the cock back in her mouth. She sucked, drinking the sperm and he sighed contentedly and let go.

Putting the vial to her face she began to scoop the troll’s sperm into it, filling it easily, then a second and a third. The troll sat up, watching her as she worked at the bench, sealing each vial and clipping it into a filigree holder. Sulitea was dressed, huddled into an eccentric mixture of rugs and furs.

As she scrambling into her harness, Aisla bit hard on a strap, tasting the sour leather. The clasp clicked into place between her breasts and she was ready, grabbing the axe and running from the room. Sulitea followed, the troll watching and then stirring as they left. Bursting once more into the morning sunlight, she rushed across the yard and through the gate, relief rushing through her as she saw the Aeg ship run up on the beach, half hidden in mist.

On the shore the fight was almost over. The marauders were scattering in confusion, some back towards the mainland, others out onto the peninsula, up the slope towards her. Those who had stayed to fight were already dead, with the Aeg in pursuit of the remainder. Three Aeg were coming up the slope, two tall, red-haired warriors and another with a great mane of yellow hair, all with shields and broad, double-headed axes.

Aisla screamed in joy at the sight and began to run, waving the axe above her head in welcome. The marauders were also running, directly towards her, desperate to escape their pursuers, only to look up and their faces fix in horror. For a moment Aisla imagined it was her they were scared of, only for the furious bellow of the troll to sound behind her. The Aeg saw it too, and slowed in indecision. Aisla ran on, faster as her strength built, screaming threats at the men as her anger began to burn at their intentions for her and Sulitea. The blonde Aeg roared encouragement and came on, his men following as Aisla swept into the group of marauders.

The first parried, only to have his sword smashed from his hand. Two more drove in simultaneously, missing Aisla as she dodged what seemed slow and clumsy thrusts. Her back swing took a man down, the axe twisting on the air to ride over his blade and cut deep into his body. Another darted in as she wrenched the axe free, only to fall before he could reach her with a thrown knife in his back. Aisla swung again as the three Aeg crashed into the remaining marauders. Her axe caught one man a glancing blow but he dropped back onto the Aeg leader and died. The last marauder fell a moment later and Aisla was left facing the three Aeg.

With a cry of joy she leapt into the blonde warriors arms, kissing him and hugging him to herself. He staggered back, but held his balance, muttered an oath before his surprise gave way to lust and his hands came up under her bottom. As he began to push her down she saw two of the red-haired Aeg take Sulitea, grinning as they pulled away her furs.

The fucking was fast, hard and passionate. Aisla’s harness was pulled to the side even as he laid her down. Two swift tugs pulled away the warrior’s codpiece and the padding beneath as she spread her thighs in open welcome. She was taken hard by the hair and pulled onto his cock, sucking as it swelled quickly to erection, only to be pushed back down before she had properly got the taste of it. A moment later he was between her thighs, then in her, making her gasp as her vagina filled with cock in one long, hard push. A dozen hard pumps and she was moaning in ecstasy, her legs kicked high and her hands massaging her breasts. He came, filling her with sperm but staying in her as her hands burrowed for her tuppenny. As she masturbated in frantic bliss he laughed. She came, clinging to him with tears of joy in her eyes

Chapter 9 – Raider

Aisla and Sulitea sat cross-legged on rugs in the main cabin of the Aeg ship. The warriors were around them, a dozen men, even the smallest of whom seemed huge after their time away. With the marauders dead or escaped, they had looted the camp, finding few items of value but a fair stock of provisions. They were now busily consuming these while Jairoth, the captain of the raider and the second son of an Aeg knight, explained his actions and intentions for the future.

‘The life of a Squire owing fealty to my brother was not for me,’ he was saying. ‘I had decided to ravish an heiress of rank, but there are so few, and all well guarded. Elethrine, heiress to the barony of Korismund, tempted me, a great beauty…’

‘My mistress,’ Aisla interrupted. ‘I am from Korismund.’

‘Then you will know why I hesitated. Her guardian is the giant Uroth, who wrestles trolls for sport…’

‘My father,’ Aisla cut in once more.

‘Then your behaviour on the slope is explained,’ Jairoth went on. ‘So, as he wields an axe that makes yours seem no more than a toothpick I hesitated, trying to conceive a way to avoid him, only to have Melkarion of Aithmund achieve her first! I was both angry and ashamed, so came to vent my fury on the Aprayans, only so far with little success. The dwarven cities to the west cannot be approached, each being defended with devices that hurl great balls of iron miles across the sea. No ship can even land to engage them. Here, the villagers flee into the forest at the sight of our sail, carrying their valuables, and we are left to pillage fish and old clothing. Even the houses do not burn well, being built largely of stone. Next we will try the Merim Islands, which are supposed to be the haunt of pirates who might prove to have some worthwhile loot.’

‘And then back to Aegmund?’ Sulitea asked.

‘I would suppose so,’ he answered. ‘You are Sulitea Mund, who was disgraced, aren’t you?’

She nodded, blushing and Jairoth gave her a thoughtful look.

‘According to rumour,’ he went on, ‘you should be in Kavas-Arion, not doing who knows what with warlocks in Apraya.’

‘There is no warlock, just the troll,’ Sulitea answered, pretending an interest in the cover of the workbook. ‘As to Kavas-Arion, Aisla brought me free. Since then we have been in Cypraea and lately Apraya, as you know.’

‘Is there a saga to be told?’ one of the warriors asked.

‘Indeed,’ Sulitea answered, ‘one that reflects credit on Aisla. She has slain many men, including a great Hai warrior and some priests of a wicked cult.’

‘That I would like to hear,’ Jairoth stated.

‘As you like,’ Sulitea replied, ‘but be patient, I have not yet marshalled the details in proper form.’

She began, keeping her own part to a minimum and extolling Aisla’s virtues in full, also leaving out discreditable and unacceptably rude details. Aisla listened, impressed by Sulitea’s skill in showing their journey in the best possible light while never entirely departing from the facts. At the death of Kroth the Aeg warriors hammered their fists on the planking in salute to her and she found herself blushing. By the finish Jairoth and every man present was looking at her in a mixture of awe and approval. She found herself smiling and blushing in confusion, then more as it came to her how ridiculous her reaction was in the circumstances.

‘You father would be proud,’ Jairoth remarked to murmurs of agreement. ‘So, I take it you will want to raid with us along the coast?’

Aisla nodded, too pleased by his offer to find words in response. Jairoth slammed his fist down on the table and called for more wine, signalling the resumption of the drinking bout. Aisla joined in, feeling happy and pleasantly aroused.

‘One more thing,’ Jairoth boomed. ‘I will have no discord on this ship. No man is to make claim to either girl, myself as well. Aisla is low born, Sulitea disgraced, they may do as they please, but are not to show favour and so cause argument. Am I clear?’

Aisla nodded again and her smile grew wider as the warriors turned to look at her with new interest. The idea of thanking them for her rescue by satisfying each and every one appealed immensely, yet she knew that a round of cock sucking and the use of her tuppenny would not be enough. She needed a beating, preferably hard, to achieve the full quality of orgasm. Unfortunately they were not Hai, and while she had no doubt that it would amuse them to beat her, she dared not ask for it outright. Instead she needed to give them an excuse to punish her, even though they would know it. She glanced at Sulitea, who gave a shy smile in return, a response that immediately gave Aisla an idea.

‘Sulitea,’ she declared boldly, ‘has picked up certain perverse Glass Coast habits, notably enjoying her bottom beaten for pleasure.’

‘I have not!’ Sulitea answered, her face colouring red on the instant.

‘No?’ Aisla answered. ‘I seem to recall you, quite bare, sticking up your bottom and begging for a spanking. Come on boys, strap her out and whip her for everyone’s pleasure. Have any of you seen a High-Demoiselle stripped nude and beaten?’

‘She is disgraced,’ Jairoth pointed out, ‘not to mention pierced and hung with bells in the most barbaric manner. She can be whipped like any common slut.’

Sulitea’s face became redder still, her arms going instinctively to her breasts.

‘What of yourself, Aisla?’ one of the men demanded. ‘You too were in the Glass Coast.’

‘Yes, what of her?’ Sulitea put in. ‘She satisfied more Hai soldiers than I care to count, and they beat her first. I saw little sign of reluctance or displeasure.’

‘What could I do against twenty soldiers?’ Aisla answered. ‘You went down to me, a girl, a mere maid, and begged for your bottom to be spanked. Spanked, Sulitea Mund, bare, by hand, with your tuppenny and bottom ring on show!’

Sulitea’s face was the colour of beetroot, her mouth set in a smile of agonised embarrassment.

‘Let’s strip her and beat her!’ Aisla crowed. ‘In the nude, with her fat bottom bouncing and wobbling for all to see!’

‘No,’ Jairoth answered. ‘Sulitea, come here, I want my cock attended to while the rest of you give Aisla a punishment, stripped and tied.’

‘Me? Not me!’ Aisla managed in mock protest, only to be grabbed and quickly stripped despite her struggles and squeals.

She continued to feign reluctance as the men took her limbs, dragged her to the companionway and spread her across it. A tough hand caught her between her legs and lifted her body, jamming a bundle of furs beneath her belly to force her to push out her bottom. Her legs spread around it and she could not resist a sigh as the felt the cool air on the rear of her sex and between her bottom cheeks. Both tuppenny and anus were showing from behind, a piece of knowledge that made her yet more desperate for the coming beating and what would follow.