Viking Love Beyond Time (Time Travel Romance) (73 page)

             
Replacing the knife in his belt, he took her hand and led her across the sand.  Out in the direct sunlight the heat was tremendous, overpowering.  Alodie squirmed as she felt droplets of sweat springing up on her scalp.  With a cry like a soul in torment, a seabird swooped down at them, curious at these light skinned intruders into his world.

             
Leading her to a large rock, Olaf walked round to the shady part and laid his jacket on the sand, pulling her down next to him.  “Remove your frock my love” he whispered.

             
Alodie felt her heart begin to hammer in her breast.  “And if I refuse” she replied, fighting to keep the fear from her voice.  He grinned, tutted at her, and with a fluid movement took his knife with one hand and grabbed her left hand with the other, slapping it, palm down, against the rock.  Alodie screamed as pain shot up her arm - with a yell Olaf brought his knife down and across, slashing open the back of her hand.  Blood cascaded down in a flood as her veins were severed and Alodie felt a jolt from autodoc as it kicked in to begin to mend the damage.  It had happened so quickly that Alodie had not had time to draw breath, she sagged against the rock, spent and drained of energy.  Olaf licked his knife blade once more.  “That, my angel, could so easily have been your face or your breasts.  Now, shall we?  I am thirty five years old and impatient to see my son”

             
He put his hands behind her neck and pushed her forward, her head slumped down to her knees as she fought to stay conscious.  She felt cool air on her back as he roughly pulled her gown apart then she was pushed backward again as he pulled the garment from her perspiration soaked body.  All she was wearing now was a thin muslin shift which was sticking to her like a second skin and had become totally transparent.  Olaf drew in a swift breath between his teeth.  “Thor’s hammer my lady, if I had known the quality of the merchandise I would have come and taken you from that lump of meat Herger long before this!”

             
He lifted her in his arms then carried her, like a mannequin, toward the sea, walking into the blue rushing water up to his waist and allowing it to wash over them.  Alodie opened her eyes, gasping at the change of temperature, and met those of Olaf, grey soulless orbs, glazed over now with lust.  He lowered his head and kissed her right breast, the nipple clearly visible through the soaking muslin.  Alodie gritted her teeth, fighting her body’s automatic response.  “No!” she groaned weakly “please”

             
Olaf chuckled.  “Your mouth says
‘no’
, your body says
‘yes’
” he murmured “I think this will be a most pleasurable mating, almost as pleasurable as the time I made love to a twelve year old girl and at the moment of culmination cut her throat”

             
Alodie gasped in horror.  “You vile bastard” she croaked.

             
Olaf lowered his head and kissed her other nipple.  “Thank you, my dear, for the compliment, now if you utter another syllable I will cut off your lips and feed them to you” with that he turned and waded back to shore, laying her down on the ruins of her dress - within a second he had divested her of her shift and she lay naked to his gaze.   “You have a body a goddess would envy” he whispered, running his fingers from her throat, down the centre of her breastbone and across her left nipple.  Involuntarily she shivered - he chuckled with delight and allowed his tongue to follow the path his fingers had taken, circling around first one nipple then the other.

             
Alodie closed her eyes tightly and began to pray.  She had, for the sake of propriety, mouthed the prayers said daily at Oswy’s house and taken part in the services on a Sunday but had never believed what she was saying, mumbling the words by rote, to fit in.  She had not believed in the efficacy of her prayers but now it felt right, it was some small crumb of comfort, of help in her present predicament.

             
But her prayers were not answered.

             
The sun burned down like a firebrand, Olaf’s fingers strayed down, over her stomach, to the warm triangle of golden hair at the junction of her thighs and pushing her legs apart, began to invade the moist warm sheath he found there.

             
Alodie bit her knuckles until they almost bled and began to squirm against him.  He began to rub her clitoris, stimulating her into a wild involuntary ecstatic frenzy.

             
With a scream she reached up and began to claw the air, like someone tortured - trying to grasp something - anything.  Her flailing hands met the rock and her knuckles began to bleed.  The pain was almost welcome - a catharsis to the ecstasy Olaf was beginning to bring her body toward.

             
She grasped his long blond pony tail, the blood from her knuckles running into his hair.  This seemed to drive him wild and reaching down he ripped open his braeis, his penis, long and lean, thrusting itself at her unwilling portal.  With a groan he pushed himself inside her and began to move strongly, lifting her with his hands on each buttock as he tore into her body, grinding his hips to hers in a parody of the act of love.  “I h-hate you Olaf Trigvessen” Alodie hissed.  “I hate you”

             
Olaf smiled, his thin lips compressing into a line.  “I am glad of your hatred Alodie” he snarled.  “I cannot deal with love, I only know how to crush it, as I have crushed the love you shared with Herger Sigvardson”

             
Suddenly his thrusts became more powerful and with a yell, he shuddered, spilling his hated seed into her body.  He lay spent for a moment then looked up at her.  “You did not climax Alodie, why not?”

             
She managed to summon up a smile “Has it never happened before Olaf the Black?  Have all the women you raped reached orgasm?”

             
Olaf nodded.  “Yes, you must be frigid Alodie, I must unthaw you.  If you did not climax with me you must never have climaxed with Herger”

             
He pulled himself away from her and began to pull on his braeis.  Alodie stood up and, picking up the ruins of her dress, turned and walked toward the sea, she felt far worse than after the rapes in
Winchester
, she felt more filthy now than at any other time in her life.  She had not gone more than a dozen steps, however, when she felt his hand on her shoulder and he spun her round.  “Where do you think you are going my dear?” he purred.

             
“To the sea to wash myself”

             
Olaf shook his head “...and rid yourself of my seed?  I think not Alodie, you  are my brood mare, you are to give me the son I have always wanted”.

             
She sighed “and my son to Herger.  What do you intend to do with him?”

             
Olaf laughed.  “Tom?  I shall keep him my darling, he will clean out the stables and have slops to eat, he shall be the lowest of my thralls but he will be alive”

             
“...and Nerissa?”

             
“If Nerissa shows promise Alodie, and being the daughter of two such handsome parents I am sure she will, then when she is old enough for my tastes, say ten or eleven, she will replace you in my bed.  Who knows, if I feel so inclined her brother may join her”

             
Alodie felt a great black rage begin to build in her heart.  What an idiot she had been!  She had been so afraid for her father, her children, herself, that she had not thought about fighting back.  She could fight Olaf the Black, she was a trained starship captain.  She was smaller than him, physically weaker, a woman, true, but a woman trained in martial arts and nerve holds.  She had been so terrified of what would happen if she did fight back, so afraid of him, that she did not take into account the weapons she did possess.  She could fight anyone at Segensfjord with the psi gun Olaf had on his wrist, First Rule or no First Rule.  The world would be cleaner without this bastard alive.

             
Thoughts of the twelve year old child whose throat had been cut raced through her mind, she owed it to that kid’s memory to kill Olaf Trigvessen, she owed it to Herger’s cousin
Brunhilda
and she owed it to her father and children.

             
With a smile she drew back her arm and delivered a stinging slap across Olaf’s face, the sound as her hand connected with his cheek echoing like the crack of a whip in the stillness.  He stepped back, anger, then puzzlement, chasing themselves across his features.  He rubbed his cheek, smiling wolfishly.  “That was a mistake my angel.  A child could fly that shuttle.  I will leave you here I think, then go back to Segensfjord and kill your father and your children!”

             
“No, Olaf” she hissed “the mistake was yours.  Kill us all if you like!  I would rather my children were dead than enslaved by you, and I know my father, he would rather be dead than put the children and me through this.  So kill us if you wish and if you can, then pray to whatever evil gods you worship that Herger does not ever find you, for believe me Olaf Trigvessen, the world will not be wide enough to protect you from him!”

             
Olaf drew back his hand and struck Alodie a staggering blow across her face which almost lifted her from her feet.  Almost, not quite, she moved with the slap then gripping his wrist she turned it and, as she had been trained to do, twisted his hand until it was pointing upward and in one fluid motion bent forward, the momentum throwing him over her head.  Olaf landed with a thud almost six feet away and, as quick as a cat Alodie somersaulted over toward him, landing on his chest.  He yelled and tried to sit up to throw her off but was greeted by a punch in the mouth which loosened his front tooth.

             
“You bitch!” he hissed “for that you will die!”

             
Lithely, Alodie sprung away from him.  “First catch your hare Olaf, then kill it!” she snapped and slipped behind the rock.

             
With a blood curdling roar Olaf sprang at her only to be felled by a beautifully executed crescent kick to the throat.  “Oodin” he croaked, climbing groggily to his knees as he clutched at his throat “what are you?”

             
Alodie kicked him again in the mouth, his loosened tooth came out, he spluttered and spat it into the sand, blood beginning to flow freely from his gum.  “I am all the women you have ever abused” she snarled “all rolled into one out to claim vengeance!  Get to your feet, scum and we’ll finish this once and for all!”

             
Alodie had never felt so angry.  He climbed to his feet and made for her but she easily spun out of his reach and he blundered into the rock.  He drew his knife and taking it by the blade, his hand almost blurring, he threw it.  “Jeezus!” Alodie yelled and twisted to one side, the blade whistled past her cheek and embedded itself with an audible
thunk
in a tree behind her.  Olaf ran towards her with shambling steps.  Realising she was too vulnerable out in the open Alodie ran for the cover of the jungle, stopping only to pull the knife from the tree.

             
It took a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the darkness of the forest and she had no time to pause.  Luckily the verdage was thick and within a few seconds she was lost to sight.  She crouched down, almost burrowing into the thick foliage, trying to be silent but not succeeding completely as the undergrowth crackled slightly under her feet.

             
Alodie had no idea of her plan of campaign, apart from realising that at some point she would have to finish him off with the knife - luckily autodoc was healing her cut hand.

             
Heavy footsteps approached, she cowered further down, then, to her horror, with a whoosh and a roar the bush behind her burst into flames.  He was using the psi gun!  With a squeal a family of wild pigs ran out from almost under her feet and startled, Alodie let out a small shriek and jumped backward.  A hand was clamped over her mouth and another slipped round her waist and Olaf’s voice hissed in her ear.  “Ah so here you are my elusive little butterfly!  I have found you again, and in the state I admire most in a woman - naked and terrified!”

             
Alodie let out her breath with a gasp.  Olaf’s hand moved from her waist and grabbed for her wrist, obviously intending to divest her of the knife.

             
It was now or never.  Biting her bottom lip, and with the last of her strength, Alodie drove her hand up and backward.  It met resistance, she pushed harder.  Olaf screamed -  a horrible bubbling sound, and stumbled backward, his hands relaxing their hold as he fell with a crash into the bushes.  Spinning on the balls of her feet Alodie turned and looked at him, the knife was buried up to the hilt in his stomach.   Gritting her teeth, she pulled out the blade, blood began to gush from the wound.  He was sobbing raggedly, holding his hands over his belly, trying to staunch the bleeding, which seemed to be slowing. 

             
Alodie’s brow furrowed, it was surely a mortal wound  -  the bracelet - autodoc!  With a curse she grabbed his hand and tried to pull the bracelet off his wrist - but autodoc was in the middle of treatment, she was not strong enough to remove it.  There was only one thing to do - kill him, quickly.  Alodie backed off, she had never killed anyone in her life but if she did not take Olaf’s life now he would be well on the road to recovery in thirty minutes and would be too strong for her to remove the bracelet.