Her attacker, Erik Gráfeldr, former berserker warrior, swept his gaze disdainfully over the young girl's shapely backside. He chuckled at her furious expression, then sank down on the bed beside her bound body. His body odor wafted over her and she wrinkled her nose in disgust.
He slid his hand up her leg, lifting her skirt as he did. "Oh God!" she cried. She frantically pulled at her restraints as she pleaded with the man. "Please, don't do this!" she cried. "I'm a virgin. Have mercy!" As she struggled, her dress was completely pulled up to her waist, and the hiss of his breath came faster. His gaze was fixed on her small, beautifully rounded buttocks that were still hidden by her undergarment. She squirmed and cried helplessly as he dragged the fragile material down her legs and off. Then the man climbed on top of her and spread her legs with his knees. Her bottom was very white in the dim light of the room, but the man's slow caress calmed her as a different sensation took over. "Please! Don't do this!" Glenna whimpered, confused at the pleasant feelings.
"I will not hurt you, lass," he said in a low voice. "I need a woman, and you, my lovely lady, are the only one available at the moment. I'll make you feel good, I promise you."
Glenna couldn't believe the nerve of the man. He wanted her to just accept her fate and allow him access to her body.
With one hand, the huge man pushed aside his kilt and freed his swollen member. She might be young, but she knew what was about to happen to her. It will be rape, she decided. What the man was doing right now, felt pleasant, but she was still an unwilling participant. "Please stop! Leave me alone. If you rape me, kill me after you are done. Because if you don't, I'll kill you myself. That I promise you."
But the man totally ignored her threat, and thrust forward, breaking through the proof of her innocence. When he was fully imbedded, after a few slow strokes, he reared up on his elbows. The cords in his neck stood out starkly and he fought to control his intense lust for female flesh. He hadn't had a woman in a long time, and he needed one, willing or not.
Glenna gasped in pain when the man plunged into her virginal body. She cried out in rage as the man began to move in and out of her body with slow thrusts that were meant to arouse her, and not hurt her like she'd expected. Whether or not there was pleasure from the forced copulation, was beside the point. She was angry enough to kill him, which she would do as soon as the man was done with using her body. She would dress as a boy and follow him. She would wait patiently until he was asleep, then slit his throat like the animal he was.
When Erik was done, he climbed off the young girl and straightened his kilt. She lay quietly as he untied her hands and left her alone on the bed with her skirt around her middle. She didn't realize that he had deposited his seed on her buttocks to prevent pregnancy until he wiped it off with a cloth that he picked up from a wash basin. Depositing the cloth in the basin, he pulled her skirt down and left her alone.
Hours later, she found him getting ready to head north into the highlands of south Scotland, near the English border. She couldn't let that happen. She had to try and kill him before he'd leave. A shiver went through her slim body as his eyes passed over her hiding place. She felt the hairs on the back of her neck lift when he paused his gaze and seemed to know that there was someone, or something hiding there. Her body responded as she smelled the musk of his huge body. He sure was big! Before and after he had raped her, she didn't see much of him. She had never seen such a large man. His thighs were as thick as her waist. His shoulders were almost twice as wide as hers. Even his powerful jaw was imposing.
Beneath the tight bindings that bound her breasts snugly, her nipples tightened as she gazed at the man who had well and truly used her. She had discovered that as she grew and her small, pert breasts became full and round, she was able to run and fight better when they were bound tightly under a shapeless, loose tunic. Dark leggings covered the telltale whiteness of her slim legs and the fur foot coverings hardly made a sound when she stalked her prey. Digging her fingers in the rich soil beside her, she spread the soil over her cheek, forehead, and nose. She applied more dirt in her hair and then tied it back with a leather thong. Only her brilliant eyes marked her as separate from the night.
Glenna waited until the big man ate and settled down to sleep. Soon he slumped forward. She then crept toward the man. A snore reached her ears. He must be exhausted, she thought, and began her final advancement. Her intent was to grab his hair, yank back his head to expose his throat, and drag her sharp dirk across his jugular.
She had his hair in her grasp when her whole body froze in shock. Two eyes gleamed up at her. In that frozen moment of time, the man slammed a huge fist into her soft stomach. Glenna collapsed in the grass and struggled to gulp in air. While the man got up and pulled his sword free from its sheath, she sprang to her feet and launched herself onto his back. She wrapped her strong legs around his waist, dirk raised to plunge into his exposed neck.
A bellow of rage vibrated through Erik and coursed along her legs wrapped tightly around his wide girth. She felt her wrist being clenched tight. Right away her fingers went numb and the dirk fell harmlessly to the forest floor. He grasped her thighs, wrenched them apart and threw her to the ground where she landed and hit her head hard. A haze clouded her mind and she struggled to clear her thinking.
Erik slammed his foot down on the boy's too long hair that was spread around his head, holding his sword to his soft throat. The boy screamed in rage and tried to jerk away.
Glenna jerked and pulled at her hair until she was sure her scalp would be ripped off her head.
Erik held his sword to his attacker's throat. He sure had a lot of energy and rage for someone so small.
"Kill me, you raping monster," the lad cried, jerking up to impale himself on the sword point that was just above the hollow of his throat. He arched again, more violently this time, and consequently caused the sword to cut through a layer of skin. Erik saw blood trickle down the side of the boy's slim throat. He lifted the sword's deadly point away from the lad's throat. With the boy still squirming beneath him, he reached down and lifted him to his feet. "Behave yourself, boy," he said, grasping the boy's slender arm tightly.
Erik noted that the boy was smaller than he'd expected, also younger, and not even old enough to shave. He shook his head, wondering why the lad attacked him. Without telling the kid what he was about to do, he wrapped an arm around the kid's neck and whistled for his horse. The stallion stopped beside them, and he threw the boy face down over the horse's back.
Glenna twisted her head to see him swing up behind her and her head started to spin. At the clenching of his muscular thighs, the horse lunged forward into a controlled canter. Before a few minutes had passed, she sank into blessed unconsciousness.
As he entered a thicker part of the forest, Erik slowed his horse to a slow walk. The boy was still draped across the saddle, his slight form wedged against his thighs. He glanced at the small buttocks outlined where the tunic stretched tightly over the nicely rounded curves. His groin stirred, and he cursed loudly. "What the..." I need a woman, he told himself. While he knew men that preferred boys to women, he wasn't one of them. There was no way that he would ever stoop that low. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of dirt and sweat from his dirty captive. Clearly cleanliness was not a requirement for him. His hair hung in a ragged, braided queue down to the forest floor, catching on branches and bushes as they passed.
At a massive fallen tree that must've fallen years ago, Erik stopped beside it and dropped the kid on a soft bed of leaves. Then he swung off his horse, unraveled a few lengths of rope that he carried in his saddlebag, and tied the boy's legs together. He then bound the captive's arms behind his back and pulled both arms and legs together with a third length of rope. The end he secured to a root imbedded in the ground. Getting up, he surveyed his handiwork and tested the knots. Then he turned and gathered firewood.
Glenna's head was pounding when she next awoke, and her abdomen hurt where she'd been punched. When she didn't hear any movement around her, she opened her eyes a little and waited for her eyes to adjust to the darkness and her head to stop spinning.
Erik Gráfeldr used kill at will, but raping he never did. His savagery in battle was legendary. He and his fellow berserkers had rushed forward without their armor, were as mad as dogs or wolves, bit their shields and were as strong as bears, and killed people with a single blow, while neither fire nor iron hurt them. Sometimes when they'd feel the fury coming on, they'd wrestle with large stones or trees; otherwise in their rage they'd have slain their friends.
