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About D. King D. King has edited over a dozen erotica anthologies and her short stories appear in more than five dozen more. She lives in New York City. Laura Antoniou authored the well known 'Marketplace' series of erotic novels, She has also edited the groundbreaking 'Leatherwomen' anthologies, and writes scholarly work on BDSM.

She resides in New York, NY. Rating details. She tested the door - just for the heck of it - but that too was locked. Now a slight sweat developed on her forehead. She was being driven somewhere, and had absolutely no idea where. This was not the plan. She went over things in her mind.

She certainly hoped John would be there as promised, and that he had had better luck in finding some facts. She settled back in the seat, and got her heart and breathing under control. Would she feel aroused by having her breasts exposed and put on display like that? How would it be to be walking around in a dress where there was an open slit back and front?

According to the late afternoon sun that she could follow through the windows, they were changing directions quite often. She was probably taken for a longer ride on the smaller roads out of town, instead of driving directly on the motorway to the place. After about two hours the car drove into a garage. She sensed it by the changing sound, and the way the car slowly bumped over something. It stopped, and the driver got out and left her there in the sudden and absolute silence. They were indeed in a large garage. Next to Peter stood the driver.

Just another security measure. We will just take you upstairs. She felt him tighten the string on the bottom of the bag round her neck. They each held her by her upper arms, supporting her and helping her along. Step up. A few times she stumbled, but they supported her well. She felt strangely secure in their hands — even though she now did not have the slightest clue to where she was or where she was being taking.

Finally she heard a door lock behind them, and she was nudged into a chair. The hood came off. Good girl! Wait here, then we will attend to you shortly…. She heard the distinct click as it locked. She looked round. A small room with no windows, nothing on the walls, two chairs and a desk between them. The walls were a nondescript beige or tan colour.

She sat for a long while. Tried to pull a little at the cuffs, but stayed in her chair. Finally the door went click again, and Peter came in. Let me relieve you of those cuffs. He let a small manila binder fall on the desk. I will ask you to read it through carefully, and sign. I will leave you to it. She opened the file and started reading the first document. I am healthy and sane, and have no previous history of psychic illnesses or disorders. I have signed the enclosed contract of my own free will, and without any form of pressure.

Should I do so, I understand that I will be duly punished, and the necessary force to make me comply will be used. This is to clearly indicate that I am open and available for their pleasure. As a symbol of this, I will never cross my legs, and will at all times keep them slightly apart, indicating that I am available. I will never cross my hands in front of my chest, hide my breasts, or in any other way block the free access to them.

I understand that I cannot withdraw from this contract. It was quite a mouthful. She had to read it a few times. Did they really mean it like this? She felt a chill down her spine! This was given them open documents with her signature. They could write anything in the blank space, and have a few of the members witness it, as she noticed already had been done on the first two documents.

She swallowed a few times, opened and closed her eyes — and signed the documents… -- Shortly after Peter came back. This time accompanied by two women. Her eyes widened as she saw them. Lifted and parted by the dress and only framed with a pretty lace, and she could just see the long slit in their dresses, when they moved. They also had obvious shiny red makeup on their breast. The two girls positioned themselves along the wall. I see you have signed everything. I trust all is in order, and that you have no questions?

So she answered no.

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Yvonne and Jeanett will prepare you. I look forward to seeing you later! Which caused him and the girls to smile slightly. The girls each took one of her hands, and with Peter in front they exited the room. The walk was not very far. There were no windows in the hallway they walked along, but it looked a bit more inhabited than the bare place, she just came from.

Peter opened a door to a bright room and they all stepped inside. I want her to join dinner with the other two. The girls began undressing her; she helped as best she could. All her clothes except the bra and knickers were carefully folded. The bra and knickers went into a small, separate plastic bag. She had time to study the two women: Jeanette was blond, had long hair, and an amble bosom. She had a long face with a straight, thin nose, and a very red, shiny mouth. Yvonne was slightly smaller, red-haired and pale. Her breasts a bit smaller and more pointed, but equally lifted and parted by the dress.

She had small, bluish lines on her breasts. She too had a very red, shining mouth. They both wore a heavy eye shadow above their eyes, making their eyes look bigger. Hoping that being alone with these women would give her a chance to find out more. In the adjoining bathroom, she was asked to get on all four — naked. Jeanette pulled a hose from a big transparent bag containing some white fluid.

The bag was hanging on a hook on the wall. It will be over in a minute. Probably a ball of some kind to prevent the hose from dropping out. Just relax. If you feel any pain, try buckling, and try pressing together like you were trying to hold a shit back. They left her there. She could feel the lukewarm fluid flowing into her and filing her up. She looked up at the bag. It was still quite full. Soon she felt an increasing pain inside, and her stomach and intestines rumbled and made strange noises. She did have time to look around the room.

It had grey tiles on the walls and white on the floor. A panel going all the way around the edge of the ceiling gave the place an ambient, shadow free light. It had a bathtub, a toilet and a small area with a mirror and washbasin. When the bag had almost emptied, the girls came back.

You have taken it all. Now try and keep it in as long as possible. The girls got her up and helped her down on the toilet in the other side of the room. After having tried to hold for as long as possible, she relieved herself. They left her for quite a while. Probably wanting to be sure, that she got I all out. They washed her under a tepid shower as she stood in the bathtub.

Carefully and with large, soft sponges and a sweet smelling soap. She thought of telling them, she had just had a bath, but decided to go along with the show without comments. After they had washed her, and rubbed a faint, olive smelling lotion into her body, they took her to the room, they had started in.

She had noticed what looked like a dentist chair positioned opposite a large 3-vinged mirror on one wall. Beside the chair was a trolley with a cloth cover. At the other side of the room were two metal posts going from floor to ceiling. On them hung different ropes, chains and pulleys. Apart from that the room was empty. It had white walls, and wide, brightly lacquered floorboards like the first room and the hallway. They placed her on the chair. Not until now, she noticed, that there were several leather straps on the chair.

They strapped her wrists to the armrest and her upper arms to a panel on the back. A belt went round her stomach from the back, and was tightened hard. Narrowing her waist and keeping her back firmly against the black padding of the chair. They were so skilled, that before she realised what they were doing, she was helplessly strapped in the chair. She heard a loud click on both sides, and the support for the armrest slid down vertically.

They spread her knees, and the supports came up again. Locking them with another loud click. The posts under the armrests now permanently parted her knees. She looked in the mirror, and up her open vagina. She hardly noticed the last set of straps, as they went round her ankles. It was now impossible for her to move — maybe wriggle a little, but otherwise she sat permanently opened in front of the mirror. Of course the mirror was two-way, and during the period, she was fixed in the chair a number of persons came and went behind the mirror — including John.

A final strap came round her forehead. She was amazed at the skill they had shown, but at the same time began to feel a little unsecure. They were almost too skilled, and she had had nothing to say. Apart from asking her to sit down, she had had no options. They rubbed her body with more scent, lacquered her nails with very red polish — feet and fingers. She tried to lick her lips, when it had dried — and nothing happened.

The rest of her face got made up as well. Black shadow over her eyes, rouge on her cheeks and a black mascara to complete her transformation. They also put rouge round her breasts and between her legs. She now looked much like the two girls stepping busily around her. She found out the chair had yet another feature: With a few mechanical sounds they opened the back and bottom This made it easy for them to colour the surroundings of her back opening red, lacquer the soft skin at the opening and it and dap rouge on the skin around it and the cleavage between her buttocks.

The whole transformation had been very quick. Jeanette leaned over her with a syringe with a short needle. You are now! The needle was in and out before she could protest. John and her had always been careful, and she had been on The Pill for ages. Now they had made sure, she was on it! They uncovered the trolley. She could no turn her head and see what was on it, but they were kind enough to give her a short glimpse of each item, before putting it on her. First they showed her the collar: It was in semi-matte steel with a hard, black neoprene lining.

In front was a large shackle on an embedded ring, and similar but smaller shackles were on the sides and in the back. They carefully put it around her neck and locked it with a brass-looking padlock on the side of the collar. The padlock was parallel with the collar and very discrete. They had taken the strap off her forehead, as they put the collar on. She turned her head and moved it up and down. Jeanette tried with one finger between collar and skin to see if the fit was ok. Next they unstrapped her wrists, and a similar set of steel cuffs were secured here.

They loosened the strap round her upper arms and with surprising ease, clicked her wrists to the ring in front of her collar. Another set of similar cuffs went on her arms just above the elbows. Finally her ankles were fitted. The posts were released and pulled down, and a short chain connected the two cuffs on her ankles.

She would now only be able to take small steps — not run or kick. They helped her up from the chair and over between the posts. A chain was lowered in the middle by one of the girls. Her wrists got attached to the chain, released from her collar and pulled up above her head. The posts had hooks and shackles here and there, and the end of the chain from her wrists was eased over one of those, securing her position. Next came the corset. It looked like heavy leather with red edges. The two sides slid over one another on the back where she just got a glimpse of the straps and buckles used for tightening it.

It went on, was hooked together in the front, and then adjusted for position. Jeanette stood in front and adjusted, while Yvonne tightened the straps on the back — one notch at a time. From being loosely fitting, it soon began compressing her waist, the lower part of her ribs and her stomach. Yvonne panted, as she had to use increasing force to get the straps to the next notch. She ended up only being able to breathe with the top of her chest and it was uncomfortably tight.

She had noticed that both girls wore corsets under their dresses — tight corsets. Their waistline much smaller than her own — even with the reduction of the corset now encasing her. The top consisted of 4 pieces of material. Two and two tied on her shoulders with a string bow. The corset was so tight that even though she was almost hanging by her wrists above her, her breasts still had contact with the cups of the corset.

They made sure a shackle that was a part of the middle front of the corset stuck through a hole in both the inner and outer material. The lower part was actually the same four pieces continuing under the belt and almost reaching the floor. The material was overlapping widely both on the top and bottom. It was not see-through which she was quite happy with. The last item was a pair of soft slippers or shoes.

No heels and very comfortable. They hoisted her down, unclicked her wrists, moved her hands to her back and reattached them to each other. She was amazed at the effect the cuffs had on her — physically and mentally. In a few seconds the shackles on any of the steel restraints could render her defenceless. Almost on cue, Peter came in. I see you are ready, my dear!

Turn her round — slowly! She felt his admiring look measuring her body. He proceeded to check all the restraints, the locks, the corset, and he was particularly careful that the ring in her corset stuck out through the hole in the front of her dress. Again the black bag went over her head, and this time the two girls held her, while she imagined Peter holding the leash. She could feel the small tugs on her neck it now and then. Chapter four The dinner It was a short walk, and when the hood came off, they were in a large, high-ceilinged hall.

A long table was set with glasses and plates. In the far end a small fire was going in the fireplace even though it was summer. The room was dark, heavy beams supported the high ceiling, and big paintings with dark, nature scenes covered the walls. There was a long table at one side, and it was set for dinner with glasses, plates, cutlery etc. The chairs were heavy and with armrests had place settings in front of them. In fact all the chairs at the far end of the long table — but nothing in front of the boxes.

She was led to one of the boxes, made to sit down, the girls took the connecting chain off her ankles and made her move back on the box, so that she was sitting almost on the far edge with her legs down the sides. The girls lifted her ankles and clicked the ankle cuffs to rings on each side of the box so that her feet were not touching the ground. Peter put a chain in the rings between her wrists, and pulled her arms down so that her back stood up straight. When he was satisfied, he secured this chain to something on the back of the bottom of the box.

The girls disappeared silently — and so did Peter. She tried stretching herself to get at the end of the tight chain behind her, but she could only pull herself a few inches down the chain — not far enough to reach the place where it connected to the box. On the other side of the table — almost straight opposite her — sat another girl. She was wearing the same loose fitting, white dress and seemed to be firmly attached to her box the same way as her. For a while they sat alone and looked round at the elegant interior. They did not speak but looked at each other — not knowing what to expect or if they were somehow watched.

Another group appeared. The other girl got her own box — and was left there the same way as Cat and the girl opposite. They sat waiting. She could just about see the names on the collars of the other two. Right across from her sat a small, skinny black haired girl. They did not have to wait long. A door opened and they heard a mix of male voices. All the seats in their end of the table were filled, but there were room for almost the same number at the other end. Nobody addressed her, so she sat silently and looked at her two neighbours.

Peter was on her left, and a new face on her right. Peter had changed his clothes and now wore the same outfit as all the other men: A loose fitting red, silk top, and a short, open cape. She almost asked, but remembered that she needed to play her part. Their trousers were also loosely fitted, but tight around their bottoms and the front of their stomachs.

There was a triangular shape of material in front of their crotches. The material did nothing to hide their male parts. On their feet they had black leather boots. Shiny and laced with a long black string up the front. She felt an increasing anxiety, as John was nowhere to be seen.


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  5. She looked up and down the table for him — in vain. Had he abandoned her? She certainly hoped not. Having no other options anyway, she decided to see what the evening would bring — and if she was not satisfied with the result, or felt in any way insecure, she would confess in the morning, and asked to be taken home. From the conversation between the men, she found out that the other man at her side was called Claus. Jeanette, Yvonne and girls dressed in the similar fashion silently went to and fro and served dinner.

    When not attending the table, they stood with their backs to the wall behind her. The food seemed to be professionally prepared, and the men worked their way through a 3-course meal. Before the dessert, Peter suddenly turned to her. He put an arm around the shoulder that was farthest away from him, and another hand on the other shoulder. He smiled at her, as he pulled the top apart with a quick, skilled movement.

    Still smiling, his hand moved down the front of her chest till it was under the leather cup, and her breast. His thumb and forefinger closed on her nipple. Her breathing became slightly faster.

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    Claus had joined the fun, and cupped her other breast. At first they both squeezed lightly and let their thumbs slide round her nipple looking as her nipples began to harden between their fingers. Had her tits not had the shiny, red cover, they would have seen how they darkened as blood flowed to them. Claus slid his hand down and in between her legs. By reflex she tightening her muscles and tried to close her legs, but the position made that impossible. He smiled even broader as he noticed this. She gave a quick, short gasp as one of his fingers went inside her wet vagina.

    Slowly he moved it in and out, making sure his finger slid along her clit at the same time. She did not know where to look, so she stared straight out and into the tablecloth in front of her. Her chest moving up and down at increasing speed. She gasped again when Claus extracted his finger quickly and her body gave a short shiver. Peter rolled her left nip between his thumb and forefinger, and now began to press.

    Gradually harder and harder. The increasing pain made tears come to her eyes. He pressed even harder, and turned his fingers a little till it became unbearable and a tear ran down each of her cheeks. She has already learned to beg, and she is very responsive indeed. This is going to be great fun! He signalled to one of the girls, who came over, put her clothes back in order, and dried her cheeks with a soft tissue. Slowly her breath and heartbeat returned to normal, as both her neighbours again ignored her and dug into the desert. All the men rose, and Yvonne and Jeanette appeared behind her.

    I only need Jeanette. Yvonne you may proceed to The Great Hall and make yourself useful. And was what this preparing, he talked about? Had she not already been prepared? Yvonne went off, Jeanette released her from the box, Peter grabbed her leash and gave it a quick hard pull making her head jerk forward. Having no other choice but to follow his lead, she trot on behind him, with Jeanette behind her. At the opposite side of the room, from where they had entered, were a lot of doors.

    All very close to each other. There was a small room behind the door she was lead through. She just managed to see — out of the corners of her eyes - that the two other girls were led by women like Yvonne through doors next to hers. The room was also almost bare. Apart from two posts in the middle, going from floor to ceiling, and another trolley covered with cloth at one side. Between the two posts was a horizontal bar, attached to the posts. He pulled her to the middle of the bar. Jeanette adjusted the bar in both sides, so that it was level with her stomach.

    She again felt her heart beat faster, and her breathing become agitated. What was going to happen here? What did he mean by that. As her legs parted Jeanette clicked chains from the posts lying ready on the floor to her ankle cuffs. Having put his gloves on, he grabbed the ring protruding from the front of her corset, and attached it to a ring on the horizontal bar.

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    She meekly let all this happen. Behind her, Jeanette removed the cloth from the trolley — again something she sensed out of the corner of her eyes. Peter went behind her, and then a big red ball appeared in front of her face. Resting the ball on her lower jaw he turned it into her mouth. It was big — very big. Her jaws almost cramped.

    He let go and looked with a broad smile. This is absolutely the right fit. It tasted and smelled faintly of disinfectant. He was right! She would need someone to pull on the two leather straps going out from each side of the ball. This did not happen — of course. Instead he grabbed the two straps, buckled them together behind her head — tight. Jeanette let a finger run along the straps and her lips making sure there was no pinching.

    She made garbled noise in her throat. You wont be able to make much conversation now — will you? You might want to struggle, bitch, but I would advise against it. The only thing you will achieve will be the most wonderful choking sensation. If you keep very still it might take a little while before the tension in your arms alone will create that sensation. I hope you enjoy it, bitch! He went round to her front. Slowly, very slowly he undid the bows on her shoulders.

    Having no way of preventing it, she felt the material fold down front and back. Leaving her upper torso nude and showing the corset. He cupped both her breasts, and let his thumbs play with her nips as before. Again she could not help getting aroused — to her own surprise. Of course he ended this with another hard press and another wring, making her squirm and tears again began running down her cheeks. Admiring her breast. The awkward position of her hands making her back arch as much as the corset allowed and her breasts stand even further out.

    Resting in the quarter cups of the unforgiving corset. A few minutes later, he had undone the belt round her waist, making the rest of her dress fall to the floor, where Jeanette promptly removed it. Again he went to her back. This time he worked on the corset. Tightening one strap at a time from top to bottom, and back again. It was terrible! The hard leather compressed her waist, ribs and stomach even more. Her breathing became even shorter, faster and more staccato. She felt dizzy. Finally he was satisfied.

    He went round the front, grabbed her waist and pulled a little back and forth. Just this once, so you know what is going to happen. The corset gives you a perfect posture, The slim waist makes your breasts and you butt seem bigger and more inviting, the decrease also has the effect that you hips stands out, so there will be two perfect handles, when taking you from behind. Your compressed intestines will press on your cunt and ass — making both tighter for our pleasure.

    Consider yourself lucky! As her hands and arms were bent in pain on her back, she did not have the remotest thought of tampering with anything right now. Her eyes followed him, but he did not notice. Had she not been gagged, she would have confessed everything right there and then, and asked him to send her home immediately. As the situation was, she did not have that option, and it certainly did not look as if she was going to get it. She knew she was in trouble. A short chain was hooked to the front of her collar instead of a leash.

    Jeanette released her ankles, pushed her legs together, and connected them with a short chain again. A sudden sharp pain from across her buttocks made her almost jump. He had tied him to the prow more than once on this journey, the journey from Iona to…where? Somewhere they would melt down the treasure they had captured from the monastery, sell off the gems with which the crosses and goblets had been encrusted. He had tied him to the dragon and penetrated him with nothing but spit and sea water for lubrication.

    Viggo had been merciful in not sharing him…but that was all. But not today. Each time a wave raised the prow of the ship, it raised Colum up with it. It was a game now, Viggo and Einar making music on their drums. His knife sawed at the ropes holding Colum to the prow, freeing him. Oars in. Back on his oar, Colum looked ahead at the coastline. The town looked more like a fortress, Colum thought, with walls and men on the ramparts, and a wooden castle on the highest hill. A series of stakes, tree trunks really, forced the ship into a narrow channel.

    Colum wondered if it was to protect ships from running aground. Then, as the ship passed into a narrow inlet, and he saw the fortifications on either side, he realized that they were there to make sure that any visitor, or invader, had to thread the eye of the needle. He was shocked at the sight of the town. The docks were bustling, crowded with ships — not just Viking raider ships, but other craft, strange and unfamiliar to him, from far-flung lands.

    He and Niall were taken off the oars now — bringing the ship into dock was a job for more seasoned hands. They stood at the back of the ship, out of the way. This is…civilization! Where did you think they went when they were done raiding? Then there was no time for conversation. The ship docked and they were put to work unloading the loot.

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    It was worth enough in itself to build Iona all over again. Viggo had been so cold, so cruel, since that moment on the beach. Was that his real self Colum had seen, or was this? Was this to be his fate, to be beaten and savaged and used, and nothing more? When they were done loading the hired wagons, they walked behind them through the town. The smell of meat and root vegetables roasting was overwhelming. Colum was starving; they had eaten as well on the ship as the Vikings had, but rowing was hungry work. The town was nothing but a market, he thought, his eyes trying to absorb everything he saw.

    Vendors of ornate decorative silver clasps and buckles, soapstone figures, pottery, bolts of cloth, combs of bone and stone and silver and still more combs And beyond that, were a series of large halls, the great Viking halls of which Colum had read.

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    They halted at one of them. Colum and Niall started to unload the wagon, but Viggo stopped them. Torches and fireplaces provided light and heat, and they were quickly set to maintaining both, and to serving the food. On and on their serving duties went. Flagons of ale had to be filled again and again. Platters were stripped of food as quickly as he could bring it.

    It was like that Greek legend he recalled, of the man forever rolling a boulder uphill, never making it to the top. Finally he stumbled, weak with hunger. Viggo saw from his place at the table. Go and help in the kitchen. The kitchen was a bustling outbuilding behind the hall, where stocky women sweated over ovens and kettles and pits.

    The two ex-monks squatted in a corner and glutted themselves on bread and cheese and fowl. The ale was strong, much stronger than Colum was used to, and he regretted guzzling it so greedily. Go and get a rest. It was hitting him now, the sorrow. The other monks were dead…all of them. He jumped up but Viggo waved him back down to the ground, sat beside him and looked out to sea. Not that we would have taken him. But the rest would have done. Or most of them, anyway. Viggo shrugged. But the others demanded to know what he said. So…I translated. Colum was relieved, and ashamed of being relieved.

    Viggo looked Colum in the eyes, appraising him anew. The abbey was near a large market town. I know the Arab silver coins are prized because of their quality. And Arabs buy books. But when nobody else was around, it was different, he realized. It would be a double life with his new master, friendly and perhaps even affectionate in private…but in public he would be beaten, cuffed and spat on, a slave unworthy of human kindness.

    And I want you to tell me — honestly — which ones are worth anything. I know…something about these things. But not as much as you. I will give you pen and paper, so you can copy them out. Not like you have done at the monastery, all ornamented and such. Copied quickly, as you would a letter. Colum thought of all the Latin books he had memorized, knowing the pages would be destroyed by the Church, burnt as heresy or the paper stripped and reused for the accounting of saintly miracles.

    He had never dreamed that it would be barbarians and not Christians who would save the classical works lodged at Iona. He dared to ask. Of what financial value are the words themselves, without the decoration, the ornamentation? Viggo smiled. You need no more reason than that. Colum got up and followed him. Viggo turned around quickly, and Colum nearly ran into him. So you get, and stay, in the habit. He is my lord and master, Colum thought. But Viggo…it felt right to call him a lord, a master.

    It felt…good. They drove the cart into town, Viggo at the reins and Colum in the back. They avoided the main thoroughfare, clogged with people and vendors. Viggo pulled up behind one of the houses that fronted the marketplace. The sound of the cart brought a man to the back door. Colum disliked him instantly. He was wiry, nearly skeletal, his eyes huge in his head, alight with greed, his smile pulled into place against his nature.

    Colum thanked his physically active days at Clonmacnoise for making him strong, his sturdy back and shoulders needed now to hoist the heavy silver and gold out of the cart. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, he thought. Harald went about his business, examining the gems, extracting them from their settings, weighing the metal.

    Eventually he made a great show of counting out a pile of the Arab coins. One of his more tedious tasks had been recording the value of the gifts given to the monastery, and the value of the treasure placed in safekeeping. He hated numbers, had no gift for them, but he was no fool and they had been drilled into his head all the same. The blow came too fast to see. Viggo had whipped around and struck him with the back of his open hand, but the force was enough to send Colum staggering to his knees.

    Harald examined Colum with predatory eyes. The violence had excited him; he licked his lips as he looked at Colum on his knees. He was a slave, after all, as easily bought or sold or traded as the rest of the loot. Colum had to work to keep the disgust off his face — even this man was his superior now.

    He had robbed Viggo, and Colum had been powerless to stop it. Let yourself be robbed to save your pride! See if I care! This mollified Viggo. They rode on. Without turning to face him, and with some effort, Colum could tell, Viggo finally asked him the question burning in his mind. The question stung Colum more than he could have imagined. Viggo had been physically cruel to him, had hit and slapped him, had done so many things to his body with his hands and his cock. But this…this hurt worse. Why, he wondered? Why do I care so much about the opinion of this man who has made me his slave?

    That night, Colum and Niall followed Viggo and Einar into town. The public house was full to bursting with men and whores. Colum began to sweat as soon as he was inside from the heat of the bodies, the fires, the torches. It was their job to fetch the food and drink; Viggo and Einar were in no mood to sit and wait or flag down the publican or his family.

    Each of them had a few coins in hand for that purpose — but not enough to buy my way out of here, Colum thought grimly. When not needed, they were to stand back, out of the way, but always with their eyes on their masters should they need anything. Colum was relieved to press himself up against the cool wall, out of the worst of the chaos. Viggo reached out and grabbed a woman, young and plump and rosy cheeked. She shrieked with laughter and barely disguised delight.

    Of all the women in here, Colum thought, you certainly lucked out, my lady. So many of the other men were ugly and lumpy and dirty, so unlike Viggo. Colum watched as Viggo undid his breeches and his great pole of a cock stood at attention. Nobody looked at it but Colum, and the wench, whose eyes widened at the sight, not entirely without fear. Nobody looked at it directly, he corrected himself.

    But the other men in the room were being shown up, Colum thought, probably deliberately. Viggo was raising his staff proudly, asserting his domination, making the others shrink a little inside, knowing their manhoods were smaller. Clever man, Colum thought, with a bitterness that surprised him. He watched as the woman got down on her knees in front of Viggo and began to suck his cock.

    Viggo drank his ale and chatted with Einar as if nothing was unusual about it. Every now and again he would grab her hair and force her further down, force himself further into her throat. Lazy slut, Colum thought, take it! Viggo signaled and Colum went to his side. Viggo handed him his cup without looking at him, his eyes cold and impassive as he watched the bobbing head. Colum refilled it from a great barrel, using one of the dippers hung on the side, and left a coin in a bowl on a table next to it, monitored avidly by a toothless old woman.

    He held the drink out to Viggo as he was learning to do, with two hands, head bowed. Viggo looked up at him, his blue eyes glazed with drink and pleasure. He laughed, took the cup, drank deeply, and tossed it to the ground. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, adrift on the tide of pleasure. Then, finally, so close to eruption, he threw her off of him and stroked himself until his climax. Then he turned just slightly in his chair, and pointed his cock at Colum, still looking straight at him. Viggo came and came, and Colum stood there, taking it, flushed with shame that everyone could see this, flushed with excitement that he, not the slattern, was the one who was making Viggo explode like this.

    Colum wiped his face off with his hand and cleaned it on his tunic. Viggo tucked himself back into his breeches and picked up the cup. Then you can go back to the hall. Einar waved his empty cup and Niall quickly took it from his hand. The two slaves filled the cups one last time and returned them to their masters. He put it in his mouth, his eyes closed. Hardly thinking about it, Colum slapped Niall. Colum turned away, heading for the door. Damn you both, Colum thought. Defiantly, he grabbed a full and unattended cup off a table, and downed its contents in three gulps, not caring what the punishment would be.

    One of them slapped him lightly on the back of the head, almost affectionately. Outside the full moon was bright, bright enough to see by once his eyes adjusted to the night.