The Captive Shielmaiden

They dragged me roughly through the heavy wooden doors of the long hall. I was suspended between the two brothers in a way that prevented me from walking on my own two feet, hands bound behind my back. If I wasn't going to what I thought might be my death, I might have thought they were attractive. Life as a shield maiden gave plenty of opportunity to rut under the furs, and if we'd been on the same side I'd definitely have invited them in.

But unfortunately I had been fighting for the other side, and we had lost. I managed to take down four of them before they subdued me; why they captured me rather than kill me straight away was a mystery, one that I thought I was just about to uncover.

Four other warriors flanked me as I was dragged down the feast hall to where a figure sat on a throne on a raised dais.

She was tall and intimidating, decked in fine furs with a bright gold torc sitting around her pale throat. Her features were sharp and beautiful in a cold way, with high cheekbones and a small nose, and framed by long blonde hair. Her eyes were fixed heavily upon me, pale blue and hard as ice.

The twins shoved me to my knees before her. I struggled to see her through the hair that had been escaping the bun high on my head; damp red strands hung between us. I ignored the hard stone beneath me and the harsh hands holding me by the shoulder.

"Wulf, why have you brought this pretty little thing? I already have enough mouths to feed and not enough wars to keep them busy." Her voice was cold, mocking.

The dark-haired man from the group stepped forward. Wulf, I assumed. He had a rugged jawline with a neatly trimmed beard; broader than the twins, he exuded masculinity. Why do all these bastards have to be so damn attractive, I thought to myself, an almost hysterical thought in between trying to plan an escape.

"Jarl Sigrun." He dipped his head as he addressed her. "She killed four of our men in a skirmish with Jarl Threngr's men. She fought like a spirit conjured from Hel."

I watched as her eyes widened slightly, whether merely in surprise or anger I couldn't tell.

"I thought you might enjoy having her brought before you, to appropriately punish her, my Jarl." Wulf finished respectfully.

I sensed some deeper meaning in his words. And saw a dark twinkle in the Jarl's eyes, not just cruelty, but a challenge. My captors hadn't offered me a warrior's death, but they were offering... Something else. A different kind of battle. Heat stirred low in my belly, separate from the fear.

The Jarl's gaze swept over me, lingering on my bound form. I knew my fate would not be a clean death.

"Good idea Wulf, you know me so well." The Jarl openly grinned now, which lit up her face, transforming it from the stony cold of a warrior to that of a painfully beautiful woman. "Strip her."

The final two words landed in my stomach like a stone. My mouth went dry even as something lower and less rational stirred to life inside me.

They did not unbind my hands, merely lifted to my feet and with their belt knives cut first my furs, then my leather and finally my tunic from me. The cold air hit my breasts immediately, hardening my nipples to points.

The Jarl's eyes fixed upon my large chest.

As they reached towards my leggings, she said, "Such impressive tits on such a dangerous warrior."

The praise sent shivers down my spine unbidden, and I lifted my shoulders to push them out ever so slightly. I stared the Jarl in the eyes as they cut the rest of my clothing from me, standing tall, feeling the blunted tip of the knife trace through the fine hairs so close to my soft skin. The breath of one of the twins fell against my back, hot against my skin, which was starting to come out in goosebumps in the cold air of the hall.

I stood there, completely nude and bound, trying not to tremble. I stayed silent, afraid my words might betray my mixed feelings.

Jarl Sigrun's grin widened as her eyes roved over my body. I felt exposed under that gaze. Her eyes lingered on my full chest, then dipped lower to the patch of red hair covering my pussy, and a fresh wave of heat washed through me.

Her eyes still roved my body as she spoke. "If you were not a warrior, I am sure you could have made a living in one of the pleasure houses." The praise, twisted as it was, sent a jolt of pleasure straight to my core. "I think I know of a suitable punishment for killing my men."

"Show her what her punishment will be." The Jarl ordered.

I was spun around to face my punishment. Five warriors. The Jarl's eyes felt hot on my backside as I took them in. There were the blond twins and dark-haired Wulf, all sharp angles and lean muscle. The other two were built for brutality, not beauty. One was a grizzled veteran, his body a roadmap of scars. His face, framed with long grey hair, held a surprising kindness. The last was a giant, a bald mountain of a man whose intelligent eyes watched me with an unnerving focus.

As they began to strip, any lingering fear evaporated. It was replaced by heat flooding through me. My breath hitched, my eyes fixed on the sight of them shedding their clothing, joining me in my naked vulnerability.

As I looked, the jarl came up behind me; she curled one hand around to place her fingers around my throat and the other down to run through my slit, which was quickly becoming wet. I let out a low groan as she parted my lips with her fingers.

She whispered in my ear. "Look well at your punishment, each one of them is going to fuck you now. I'm going to keep you as my personal toy until you have paid off your debt for killing my men." She stroked my pussy as I looked at the warriors.

All of their tops had already gone. None one had an ounce of fat on them, chiselled abs were everywhere I looked. Then one by one they removed their breeches and undergarments. They were, to a man, hard and ready to take me. I felt my pussy quiver in ill-placed excitement.

My eyes darted from one to the next. The twins were a matched pair, their long, veined cocks already being stroked by hungry hands. Wulf's was shorter, although still impressive. The grizzled warrior held a true slab of flesh that made me swallow hard, it wasn't long but was scarily thick, enough to slit me open. But then the giant revealed himself. He was a mountain of corded muscle, and what hung between his legs was a weapon, impossibly long and thick with a wicked curve. I'd seen plenty of cocks in the war camps, but nothing like this.

I couldn't help myself letting out a low exclamation. "Oh Gods."

Jarl Sigrun must have heard it and felt the apprehension through my body at seeing the huge warrior's appendage. She said into my ear, "Yes, shield maiden. Gunnar is monstrous all over, isn't he? He's going to split your little red pussy wide open." I gulped, as I felt tingling pass through my core to my pussy and additional wetness form.

"But not yet. First. You suck." And she pushed me to my knees on the cold stone floor once again, wrapping her strong hand in my hair.

Wulf's eyes burned with vengeance. He stepped forward to claim me first, and I wondered if he sought to prove something. A muscle in his jaw twitched, and the look he gave me was so charged with rage that I felt a fresh thrill of danger.

As he lined up with my mouth, I could smell the precum on his tip, make out the weeping slit poking from his foreskin. The Jarl added as he brushed my lips with it. "You used that mouth to shout orders during battle and killed my men. Now you're going to use it to make up for it. And no dirty tricks or you'll pay for it."

And with that, Wulf slipped his hard cock into my mouth.

He began slowly, which surprised me, thrusting in and out of my mouth while Sigrun held my head in place. I could feel myself getting more and more turned on by the situation and strained my neck to bob on the shaft in my mouth.

Feeling my strain, she released my head and I began to bob in earnest, drawing a low groan from Wulf. On each movement I let his cock graze the back of my throat, which left about two inches remaining outside. Then I let it slip from my mouth and licked along his length and circled his balls with my tongue, unable to hold it out of the way his wet cock lay right across my face. I took him in again and sucked, trying my best to pleasure the angry man.

All the while Sigrun held my waist with one hand whilst the other drew lazy circles on my wetter and wetter pussy.

As the precum oozing from his tip began to increase, he pulled away and was immediately replaced by the twins. They were taller which provided them with a different angle, as my face turned upwards to them. The first held my head, unwilling to give me free rein as Wulf had and eased his long prick into my mouth. He slid in slowly, until he reached my throat, and then with less resistance than I realised due to the angle slid all the way into my throat until his balls rested against my chin.

I gagged around him, my eyes watering as his shaft sat firmly lodged in my throat were he held it for a moment, before withdrawing. He then began to slowly fuck my throat, in and out, his shaft coated with my saliva. I could hardly make out his groans or the Jarl's coos of excitement over the wet sound of the long hard cock disappearing into my throat.

I hardly even noticed as the twins swapped, they did it so seamlessly. And then another identical shaft was sawing in and out, fucking my face. Saliva ran down my chin in time with the tears leaking from eyes and moisture building in my pussy as the Jarl's fingers slowly pushed inside.

Something in me shifted. In the camps, I had always been the one in control, the one who chose. Now that control was ripped away, and part of me craved it.

As I had this realisation, they swapped again the grizzled warrior taking his place, like Wulf he was content to let me take creative license on his thick cock. It was fortunate as I wasn't sure my throat could have taken any more abuse at that moment, especially from his girthy shaft. I licked the tip first, taking up the precum from his snake eye, and working around his huge domed head in slow circles.

I looked into his eyes as I finally took him into my mouth, he had a glint in his eye that sent shivers down my neck. This was a man who knew what he was doing. His thick cock stretched my mouth into an obscene O, and I struggled to draw breath in through my nose, but I persevered and slowly slid my mouth onto his throbbing cock. I could feel the saliva oozing out around him, with no where else to go, and I started to slide him in and out.

I drew myself off with a gasp, panting, I could feel my boobs heaving as I sucked in air. Then I realised that I had Gunnar to go.

But before he could take his turn with me Jarl Sigrun released me, and I all but collapsed to the floor.

Then she said, "Grab her and bring her over to the table."

Strong hands hauled me to my feet and marched me over to the long feasting table. My hands were finally untied from behind my back. Now unsupported I stumbled, bare feet catching the rushes, until the table edge bit into the side of my thigh. I focused on the pins and needles running through my fingers as the blood rushed back in.

"Get more rope." The Jarl directed at the twins. They scrambled to comply, soon returning with several lengths. Wulf and the older warrior lifted me unceremoniously on to the wood, with my ass positioned right at the edge so they could reach me.

I stared up at the vaulted ceiling above, beams lost in shadow, the cold wood hard against the bare skin of my back. I didn't resist as they tied me in place, I just thought about how they were going to use me. I was getting perverse pleasure by being so desired by these men, the wetness from my slit leaked coating the inside of my thighs, and I could feel it running down the cleft of my now spread ass cheeks.

They worked quickly, and I didn't resist, binding my wrists above my head, then cinching my thighs to my calves. The position forced my feet to brace on the table's lip, spreading me open until I felt the lips of my pussy part, cool air reaching wet flesh.

I craned my neck to look down the slope of my body. Gravity had flattened my breasts against my ribs, whilst my hard nipples tight pointed toward the ceiling. Between my legs, the first twin gripped his long, thick-veined shaft, and aligned it with my slit. No warning. The head pushed through my folds, slick enough to admit him, and then the shaft followed. He filled me in one continuous slide until his hips wedged against my ass and I felt the press of his pelvic bone against my clit.

He didn't take a pause. The first withdrawal dragged his cock against my inner walls, sending sparks through me, before driving back inside. His pace built until the wet slapping of his balls against my ass interspersed the harmony of our groans. I lost track of the individual thrusts, only aware of his cock inside me, stretching my walls. Each vein provided delicious friction as he pounded in and out. My tits swayed on my chest with each impact.

Leather hit the floor. I twisted my neck, looking past my own arm to where Sigrun now stood. She had shed her trousers, revealing the pale strength of her legs and the thatch of fine blonde hair over her pussy. Before I could fully process the sight, she stepped onto the table to straddle me.

I looked up at her cunt descending towards my face, the folds already glistening. Then the twin's rhythm broke and his thrusts lost their pattern. I knew the hitch in breath, the way his grip on my thighs tightened, and what it meant. Deep grunts punched out of him alongside the wet slaps of his hips against my ass, and then Sigrun's muscular thighs locked around my head and the sound went muffled.

He buried himself to the root and held there. I could feel spurt after spurt of hot cum painting my cervix, even as Sigrun settled her weight onto my face. She faced the men as they punished my pussy, so my nose nestled deep in the cleft of her ass, forcing me to inhale her scent. She ground on my face as the now softening cock withdrew from me, leaving a trail of fluid down my thigh.

I eased my tongue up, thrusting it into her slit. I tasted her slightly salty musk as I lapped at her slit. She moaned, the vibration reverberating down her thighs to where they gripped my jaw.

I felt the next cock line up with my waiting slit as I tongued her. It pushed in, displacing the first huge load, thick sticky cum dripped down to coat my thighs. My pussy was puffy, red and swollen, arousal making me slick and ready for the taking. This twin felt the same as his brother, that same length with thick veins dragging against my walls.

I phased in and out. The grinding of Sigrun on my mouth, the cock pounding my pussy and the wet sounds of both filling my ears. I moaned into her, feeling her shudder at the sensation, and arched my back off the table as far as the ropes allowed as I felt tension building in my core. A heat that fought to release itself.

Sigrun's hands found my breasts, rough palms dragging against swaying flesh, thumbs brushing nipples. The touch was too much. I hovered on the edge, the cock maintaining its frantic pace, each thrust rubbing my clit where our bodies met.

A sharp pinch of my nipples tipped me over the edge. My whole body seized, pussy spasming around the hard shaft, back lifting off the table until my bound wrists and heels strained against their restraints. I gasped into Sigrun's cunt, the sound swallowed by her flesh.

At the same time the twin buried himself deep and came. He flooded me with my second hot load, pulse after pulse, until I was full and dripping.

I thought I would suffocate, but at the last moment Sigrun's muscular thighs released my head. I sucked in a lungful of air, cold hitting my face slick with her juices. My pussy throbbed, empty for a brief respite from its punishment, as Sigrun dismounted the table. She was seemingly uncaring about her state of undress in front of her thanes, stalking nude before them around to my slit.

I craned my neck to see her over my heaving chest. Then let out a low groan as she slid a finger into me, then two, then three, curling to find the spot that sent jolts up my spine. Then they withdrew with a wet sucking noise, her hand coated in thick, white cum.

She reappeared above my head and presented her sloppy fingers to my mouth.

"Clean them." She ordered; it was not a request.

I opened my mouth and sucked her fingers in. Taking the sticky liquid into my mouth, I could taste the salty tang and feel the slimy texture. I looked up into her eyes as I swallowed it down.

"You're taking your punishment well, I'm pleased." Her fingers probed deeper, close to making me gag.

"Go get my husband."

At that, she withdrew her fingers and I sensed movement between my legs. Something bigger than before nestled between my lips. I looked up to find the grizzled warrior, holding his thick cock to my pussy, about to split me wide open. My eyes widened. He teased my folds, pressing the large domed head to them, girth straining my entrance before he'd even started to push.

I threw my head back as the stretch gave way and the head went in. My breath left in a rush. He was so thick, so thick I could feel every square inch of his circumference pressing against my walls, forcing them into submission. He slid in slowly, allowing me to part for him until he was seated all the way inside. I had never been so full before, pleasure and pain radiated out from my pussy in equal measures.

Slow thrusts. I screwed my eyes shut, feeling each drag of him as my lips pulled outwards with each withdrawal. His hands gripped my thighs, fingers digging into soft flesh. Even with two loads of cum inside me each thrust created delicious friction. He maintained his pace, not fast, not slow. The tightening in my belly built slowly, and I wanted to scream at him to move faster but knew he wouldn't even if I did.

For a second I was lucid enough to see Sigrun return with her husband. He was attractive like Wulf but larger in every way, broad shoulders, slim waist, dwarfing his wife. Whilst the warrior maintained his relentless rhythm in my pussy Sigrun removed her top layer and then stripped her husband. She revealed muscles and an achingly hard cock as thick as the one splitting my sopping pussy, but longer, sitting heavy against his thigh.

She dropped to her knees, taking him in her mouth, getting his length wet with her saliva. Then she climbed back up onto the table, straddling my head once more, her cunt slick and open above me. The table sagged as her husband mounted it behind her, straddling my torso. His huge weapon came into view, bobbing.

All the while the grizzled warrior didn't stop, pounding in and out of me. He was so relentless that I could sense another orgasm building. I screwed my eyes shut and focused on the huge piece of meat stretching my pussy wide open, how with each thrust my pussy fought to accommodate him. When I opened them again, I was climbing toward a peak, and the sight took my breath away.

Sigrun's pretty pussy was split wide above me, even as my own was being split, lips straining to keep her husband's girth contained. Each withdrawal pulled them back. I could see her flat stomach distend as he bottomed out and hear the little grunts she gave out with each impact.

The sounds above me, the wet slap of flesh on flesh, the cock relentlessly fucking my pussy, and the visual of her being taken while I was taken forced me over the edge. I screamed, and my whole body rocked as my pussy spasmed around the thick shaft. But he kept his rhythm, fucking me through it, not letting me come down.

My eyes rolled back. The orgasm wouldn't stop. It rolled on and on, each thrust prolonging it until it was too much, unbearable. I couldn't stop it, couldn't escape it, and then the darkness took me.

I came back to awareness slowly. The cock above me still pounded in and out of Sigrun, wet slaps reverberating through the hall, her muscular ass cheeks recoiling from each impact. The cock in my pussy had stopped moving, buried to the hilt, pulsing gently as he filled me up. A warm drool of moisture dripped from above, landing on my cheek, Sigrun's arousal or her husband's seed, I couldn't tell.

Without thinking I tried to lick it off but couldn't quite reach, so let the wet glob run down my cheek.

I could feel the head of the thick shaft buried inside me still throbbing, pinning me to the table as much as the ropes tight around my limbs. Slowly he withdrew and a rush of hot cum spilt down my thighs, between the cheeks, to pool on the table beneath me.

I stared up at the connection between Sigrun and her husband. Her pale ass bouncing, the big body behind her pumping with long powerful thrusts. Despite taking three loads already, I felt the momentum of the experience taking over, and a desperate animal craving to be used.

As I watched, Sigrun came, shuddering, grinding back against him. Her whole body tensed above me, and I watched enraptured. He slowed his thrusts, to short quick movements, keeping himself deep inside her as she spasmed around her.

Whilst watching, I almost forgot that another warrior was left to take me, so I let out a surprised gasp as I felt something hot and hard nudge against my swollen lips. I craned my neck to have a look to see Gunnar's monster shaft lined up with me. It must've been as thick as my wrist and almost as long as my forearm, but I'd reached a hedonistic peak and didn't care. He grinned at me as the head nudged past my entrance.

With constant pressure, he pushed forward. It felt as though I was being ripped open, inch by delicious inch. Eyes screwed shut, my head pressed against the hard wood, and my back arched off the surface as my violated pussy was stretched to capacity. I let out a sound halfway between a moan and a mewl of pleasure as he bottomed out. Through the fog in my brain, I realised that I couldn't feel his hips against mine; I hadn't even taken all of him.

He started to withdraw, my lips desperately clinging to his thick shaft despite the copious lubrication. At the same time, I heard the slapping above me reach a new intensity. I opened my eyes again to see Sigrun's husband slamming his big cock into her, losing his rhythm as he approached his finale. His heavy balls slapped against her clit with each thrust, mirrored by her perfectly formed tits. The Jarl's face was flushed, her mouth open in ecstasy as she braced herself against the table on either side of my head. I could see everything. The thick shaft disappearing into her pink folds, the way her body rippled with each impact, the sheen of sweat on her pale skin; even as the rock-hard glans inside me pulled at my entrance before plunging back inside.

As Sigrun's husband approached his finish, the monster inside me began. Each thrust drove deeper than the last. My body had no choice but to accommodate him, stretching impossibly around his massive girth. The table creaked beneath us with the force of his movements, and I could feel every ridge and vein of his enormous cock dragging against my inner walls.

Above me, Sigrun's husband was pounding into her with wild abandon.

Each thrust into me pushed me further up the table despite my bonds. I felt my boobs bouncing with the force of it. The mixture of pain and pleasure was overwhelming. I was so full, so stretched, so utterly degraded.

Gunnar's hands gripped my hips hard enough to bruise, holding me in place as I was used. I could feel another orgasm building despite the four loads already pumped into me, despite the aching stretch.

Sigrun's husband suddenly roared above me, his thrusts becoming erratic. I watched his balls pulse as he emptied himself deep inside the Jarl, saw her shudder and cry out as she came with him. Their combined fluids dripped down, a few drops landing on my flushed cheeks as I stared up at their coupling.

Gunnar didn't slow. If anything, he increased his pace, driving into me with animalistic intensity. My vision began to blur at the edges, my entire world narrowing to the overwhelming sensation of being split open on his massive shaft. I felt him hit something deep inside me with each thrust, a spot that sent lightning through my core.

"Please," I heard myself whimper, though I didn't know what I was begging for. More? Less?

Sigrun's husband pulled out of her with a wet sound, his softening cock glistening with their combined release. The Jarl immediately shifted forward, lowering her dripping pussy directly onto my face. The scent was overwhelming. Musky, mixed with the salty tang of her husband's seed.

"Clean me," she commanded, grinding down against my mouth.

I had no choice but to obey, my tongue lapping at her swollen folds even as the huge cock continued his assault on my pussy. The taste of them both flooded my mouth. Sigrun's thighs clamped around my head, muffling the sounds of the hall, leaving me in a world of sensation: her pussy on my tongue, the massive cock destroying me below.

It was too much. The dual stimulation, the lack of air, the overwhelming fullness. My body seized in the most intense orgasm yet. I screamed into Sigrun's cunt as I came, my pussy clamping down hard on the intruding shaft. My whole body convulsed, back arching off the table as far as my bonds would allow, every muscle tensing.

The grip on my hips became painful as Gunnar grunted and slammed into me one final time. I felt him swell even larger, and then the hot rush of his release flooded my already full channel. There was so much of it. Pulse after pulse of thick cum pumped deep into my womb. He held himself there, finally buried to the hilt, his massive body shuddering with the force of his climax.

Sigrun ground down harder on my face, using my nose and chin as she chased one more peak. I could barely breathe, could barely think. She came with a sharp cry, her thighs trembling around my head as fresh wetness flooded my mouth.

It was over. Gunnar withdrew his behemoth cock slowly. An obscene gush of mixed fluids followed. Five men's worth of cum poured out of my gaping, abused hole. Sigrun lifted herself off my face, and I gasped for air, my chest heaving.

I lay there, bound and utterly spent. My body ached everywhere, stretched, used and marked. Cum leaked steadily from my pussy, pooling on the table beneath me. My jaw was sore, my throat raw, my wrists chafed from the bonds.

Sigrun stood beside the table, looking down at me. She was still naked, her body flushed, her blonde hair wild around her shoulders. She reached down and traced a finger through the mess between my legs, then brought it to my lips.

"Good toy," she said. Her voice was flat. "You took them well."

She leaned down, her breath hot against my ear. "You will stay here. In my hall. My warriors will use you when they want. You'll serve me however I decide." She paused. "What happens after that depends on how well you learn your place."

I stared up at her, too exhausted to respond, too overwhelmed to understand the ramifications of her words.

Sigrun straightened, her face unreadable. "Take her to the back room. Clean her up. Feed her if she can eat.

She gestured to her warriors. Strong hands untied my bonds and lifted me from the table. I caught one last glimpse of Sigrun as they carried me away. She'd already turned back to her throne, settling into it naked and satisfied, dismissing me like I was nothing.

The last thing I heard was her voice, cold and commanding, calling for more mead.