I woke up shivering in a bed of hay which scratched my legs and arms. I wore a nightshirt and was huddled up against my best friend, Aaron, who was also shivering. We were sleeping in a stable not far from the horses, and it was a bitterly cold night.
It must been 4 in the morning but I gingerly stepped off to find a piss bucket to relieve myself. Aaron had been quiet after the Akung warriors laughed at us while our organs were manipulated by their witch who extracted our precious man milk from us.
We were a couple of simple teens from Briton. Not warriors. Not royal. Farmers, really. Picking potatoes and cabbage from the field when the Akung and Viking raiders had captured us and taken us to this strange place of giant round tents that looked like a field of mushrooms, smoke and incense, and evil gods. There was always the sound of screams and laughter in the camp. As if some unholy BBQ was taking place somewhere.
The Akung and their Viking allies had defeated the Romans. They had slaughtered the Goths. And now they were on the shores of Dunslac just across the water from Briton.
The Akung were cannibals. We all knew it. And to our horror, they drank our milk so obscenely and forcibly extracted from our organs.
But the worse was yet to come. The witch seemed to like boys from Briton. She admired our pale complexions and had taken an interest in my friend, Aaron, who was handsome and almost as tall as an Akung. She had threatened to mount Aaron, to take his seed milk from him - something against our laws, against our religion. No male should lie with a woman until he is married. No male should spew forth his seed unless with his wife. But the Akung laughed at our ways and promised to take more of our milk from us like they had before.
I returned to where Aaron was shivering and wrapped his body with my own. He still shivered violently, even though we snuggled for warmth.
"Nico, I'm freezing!" he whimpered. I hugged him tighter and buried my face in his shoulder to warm the tip of my nose.
Suddenly we heard a rustling. There was the witch wearing a long red cape, holding a lantern. She was tiny, barely much more than 5 feet tall, but her voice, her long hair, her red nails. She was mesmerizing.
"You boys from Briton? Are you so proud to freeze to death outside, or will you come into my chamber willingly?"
"What will you do to us?" Aaron yelled through chattering teeth.
"Anything I wish," She replied slowly.
We couldn't stop shivering. I knew that Aaron was very religious and he had been outraged by the witch's hand on him last night. He was very upset when the witch had put her mouth on me! But I prodded him, "Better we live than freeze to death out here!" Aaron nodded.
I looked up at the witch, "We'll go with you, my lady!"
We stumbled up from the hay and followed her to a large red tent decorated with blue and yellow banners.
Inside, we were stunned at how warm it was. A fire crackled in the center with a brazier of charcoal. There were fur beds in a circle. To the side was a large leather tub full of steaming hot water.
"You boys," the witch began, "smell like barn animals. Get into the tub and wash yourselves clean."
Aaron and I looked at each other and sheepishly pulled off our nightshirts to climb in. The hot water felt wonderful and we washed each other with cloths and circles of soap until we smelled sweet and perfumed. Meanwhile, the witch reclined on her large fur bed and watched us.
"Britons are so pale of skin. Look at how your cheeks blush. You are like the whitest of hares." She waved at us to join her on her ample bed. We dried off, leaving a tub full of dirty gray water, and cautiously got on her bed.
She stroked my face, "Such golden hair." I blushed. She reached for Aaron's ear, "And blue eyes. What are your names?"
"I am Aaron of Tember, my lady."
"I am Nico. Well, my name is Nicholas, but my friends call me Nico, my lady."
"Such pale skin..." she seemed distracted by our nakedness. She ran her fingers up and down our arms. Unlike the bearded Akung giants, we were both fairly hairless aside from the tuffs of hair around our genitals.
"I am Antona, from the Serica." The way she said 'Serica' sounded like a serpent's hiss.
Aaron looked at her long dark hair and jade green eyes. "I have never heard of Serica, my lady. Is it far?"
"It is far east of here. My homeland is the greatest empire on Earth. But I was given to a Polonian lord who traded me to an Akung Lord. My Akung Lord was killed in battle, so these superstitious people refuse to give me to another. I now serve the Khan. But he will not mount me for fear that I will bring him bad luck. And that's why..." she reached for Aaron's penis... "I am the one to milk and mount you."
Aaron was startled at the touch of her hand, but he closed his eyes and enjoyed her stroking finger as she felt his length.
I angled my body closer just in case Antona wanted to touch me. "But didn't the Akung khan touch our organs last night?"
She laughed, "He merely examined you. I handle the milking. You boys are handsomely shaped." She crawled over to Aaron and then nuzzled his belly before kissing his erection.
"No, my lady." Aaron rolled away from her. "I am not.. not wanting this." He gripped his erection as if to make the hardness go away.
Antona smirked. "Still protecting your virginity?"
Aaron looked outraged, "After what you did to us last night, forced us to cum in front of a crowd. You took away our honor! Insulted us! Milked us like goats!"
Antona sat up and stared at Aaron until he looked away, his hands trembling as he tried to cover his boner.
"Boy, your virginity only matters if you think you'll see your village again. You will not. You are property of the Khan. And I will do with you what I wish." She waved her hands and to our horror, snakes appeared on the bed.
I tried to jump off, but snakes lashed out and coiled themselves around my wrists and ankles, holding me securely to the bed. Aaron too tried to run, but 2 serpents grabbed his wrists and secured him to a tentpole. He went limp immediately.
Antona stood up and smiled, "Aaron, I'll make you a deal. If you do not cum, I will release you and let you run home through the woods back to your precious Briton. But if you do cum, you will stay and be mounted and milked. And both of you boys must please me or else I will tell the Khan to send you to the kitchens."
"That's not fair, my lady! Your touch..." Aaron began.
"Oh!" She showed her teeth. "I promise I will not touch you with my body at all. I will mount your little friend, Nico, and you will cum."
I pulled against the snake bindings but they only coiled further down my arms and up my calves. My dick was shriveled with fear. I had no idea what she thought she could do to me in this state.
Antona stood over me and slowly dropped her silk robes. Aaron and I watched horrified. We had never seen a naked woman before, especially standing so boldly in the light of the fire. Her breasts were firm, the size of my hands, and her nipples were large and brown, protruding like finger tips. Her skin was golden and her nether regions had a small black pelt of hair. She wore a gold chain around her waist with amulets and charms of precious stones.
She sat over me and began to massage my shoulders, chest, stomach and thighs. I was panting slightly from the heat of her body and the draping of her long black hair across my chest. Suddenly, she pointed to Aaron and put her hand on my chest. "You will feel what he feels. You will feel what he feels. You will feel what he feels."
