The crew of Heimdall's Sword, a Serpent ship of Torvaldsland, had beached their ship in a wooded cove on the western side of the island of Skjern. They had just finished raiding on the island of Hunjer and were moving to throw off any possible pursuit, not that the Captain was concerned overmuch. Heimdall's Sword was sleek and fast at 98.5' long, 12.5' wide with a keel depth of 3.25'. Her crew of 75 men plus 5 officers gave her a speed under oars of between 5 and 6 pasangs an ahn, and under sail of near 20 pasangs an ahn.
The crew had beached the ship and some were resting while others were out fishing, having already gathered the fresh water needed for the continuation of the trip. So far they had avoided notice by the ships of Skjern thanks to a thick fog that was wrapped around the cove they were in. The first mate of the serpent, Gudrod, was making his way along the beach, but staying just inside the tree line when he heard whistling coming from up ahead of him. He dropped low and made his movements slow and cautious, fearing a patrol coming along the beach. As the whistling came closer though, he realized that it was a single person walking along picking up shells and putting them in a small basket. He froze behind a fallen tree, watching her under the trunk as she came ever closer. Quickly but quietly he pulled a long strip of binding fiber from his belt, watching her intently. He could tell, despite her cloak, that she was well fleshed, her belt cinched tight around her trim waist only serving to accentuate her build. Her braid hung straight down her back outside of her cloak, which was held on with a pair of brooches.
She knelt down and picked up a couple of more shells before rising and walking down the beach again. Gudrod followed her, watching intently, the binding fiber held in his mouth as he stayed out of sight behind her and in the tree line. He cursed silently as he saw her stiffen up, looking in the direction of the ship. He readied himself to move as he saw her walking slowly towards the cove where Heimdall's Sword was beached. He grabbed a small piece of wood and, with a heave, threw it out into the water behind her and opposite him, quickly moving so he would be behind her when he made his move. As the wood splashed into thassa, she spun in the direction of the sound, just as Gudrod intended her to do. He leaped from the tree line as soon as the woman started her turn, long legs pumping him towards her swiftly. She apparently heard him coming and turned back around while he was still a short distance from her. She opened her mouth to scream but was bowled over by him.
He grabbed the fiber from his mouth and flipped her to her belly. Before she knew it, her hands had been wrenched behind her and bound securely with the fiber. He took her dress and flipped it up in the back, revealing her pale smooth ass. He slapped her ass sharply, drawing a cry of surprise from her before he reached down, his calloused fingertips sliding up and down her moist petals. He grinned at her moan and gently pressed one fingertip against her clit, stroking it lightly. Keeping her thighs spread with his knees, he watched her squirming under his touch with a smile on his face. He pushed his pants down to free his thick cock, giving it a couple of quick strokes. The anticipation of what he was about to enjoy caused his cock to swell and harden almost instantly. She jerked her head around from side to side trying to see what he was doing, knowing in her heart what was about to happen but praying that she was wrong.
He leaned down whispering in her ear, "I'm going to make sure I am the first one to enjoy you, my little captive." Then, gripping her belt in his hand to pull her hips up, his hand guided his thick throbbing cock to her damp tunnel. She wasn't ready so he was only able to get the engorged head of his cock into her. He pulled back and rubbed the thick head of his cock against her clit. She shook her head no, fear taking her voice, rendering her unable even to beg him not to rape her. He continued to tease her clit with his thick hard cock, occasionally testing to see if she was wet enough to enter by trying to push his thick cock into her. Finally he is able to work his hard cock into her tightness, rocking forward until half of his thick length is inside of her. "Please no. Please!"
He pulled back almost out of her tight pussy, pausing as if having second thoughts before driving hard back into her with a groan "Yes!" She cried uncontrollably as he drove into her again and again. His hips slammed against her ass with each driving thrust into her, his groans and grunts of pleasure growing louder as he felt her inner walls gripping his thick hard cock. He pulled her back to meet his thrusts again and again, his thick cock driving into her relentlessly. Within a few ehn, from his blazing lust and her gripping tightness, he gave a low groan and thrust deep into her, his hard cock jerking against her gripping inner walls as his hot sticky cum jetted into her tight hot pussy. He let go of her belt, dropping her back onto the ground and giving her ass another hard slap as his hard cock pulled out of her. He pulled his pants up and then flipped her dress down again. He moved from between her thighs and pushed them together, patting her ass as she whimpered in pain.
He grabbed another strip from his belt and turned crossing and binding her ankles together. He grabbed her dagger from the sheath on her belt and tucked it into his belt before lifting her to her feet, holding her there as he looked at her. "You keep it quiet now or it will not be good for you. Understand?" Gulping she nodded her head, unable even to speak. Speechless or not, she gave a squeal when he threw her up onto his shoulder and turned back towards the ship.
He came across a couple of crewmen as he walked along. They all stopped and talked quietly. "Gudrod, the Captain says all crew need to get back to the ship. We are sailing now while we have the tide." He looked at the woman over Gudrod's shoulder. "Who is that?"
Gudrod smiled and swatted the woman's ass, "I found this wandering along the beach," He said, laughing as she struggled in outrage at the slap to her ass. "She heard the crew preparing to leave I guess, so I grabbed her to cover our escape." The other crewmen laughed as they all fell into place alongside Gudrod moving back to the serpent.
As they came into sight of the Serpent, the Captain yelled from the stern, "It's about time you decided to come back. I was about to sail without you." He fell quiet as he saw Gudrod's captive over his shoulder. "What did you do, decide to try some chain luck or something?"
Laughing, Gudrod lifted his captive up, one of his fellow crewmen hauling her onto the ship as he climbed up the boarding rope. He took the girl back from his friend and carried her to the prow, setting her down by his sea-sleen bag before walking back down the open area to talk to the Captain, stopping to talk with him beside the mast. "I was wandering along the beach when I saw her. She was picking up shells and moving back towards the ship. All of a sudden she stopped and looked towards the cove where the ship is. That is when I jumped out and grabbed her." Gudrod looked up towards the front of the ship where the brown haired girl was gazing around the ship, a frightened look in her bright green eyes as the Serpent lurched, the men pushing it back out into the water.
The Captain looked up to the front of the ship, chuckling, "I hope you don't intend on keeping that all to yourself. She looks like she would be a fun one in the furs." With a laugh the Captain shook his head, "She looks like she could have been a Panther Girl." He slapped Gudrod's shoulder and turned to head to the back of the ship.
Gudrod chuckled and headed back to where he left the captive, sitting down beside her. He looked at her for an ehn before speaking. "What is your name? I am Gudrod, First Mate of this ship."
She looked back at him, green eyes blazing with anger. "My name is Aldis." The anger in her eyes grew even more as he chuckled.
"It was a pleasure to meet you, Aldis, a definite pleasure." She tried to kick him as his eyes glittered, obviously remembering using her for his pleasure right there on the beach, but her bound feet hindered the attempt and he blocked it with ease. He reached down and grabbed her braid in an iron grip, pulling her head close to his, snarling, "Do NOT try that again. My good mood is a..." cutting short as she spits in his face. His free hand flashes across to smack loudly across her cheek. He grabbed the front of her dress and pulled it up, using it to wipe her spittle from his face. He pushed her back down on the deck, rising up and looking down at her. "Correction, My good mood WAS all that was keeping you from being bandied about to the rest of the crew. Now that good mood is gone as is that protection."
Her eyes got wide as the full implications of what he was saying began to sink in, "You can't mean..."
Gudrod nodded, "I can mean. And I do mean. Once Me, the Captain and the other 'officers' have had our turn with you, your use will be given as a prize to whoever I choose." He looked down at her from his standing position, the rocking of the serpent in the waves barely moving him as his legs seemingly bend and give with the ships movement.
The look of shock and outrage on her face brought a chuckle from him, which only seemed to increase her anger. "My 'use'? My... USE? You talk as if I were a bondmaid or one of those," her voice drips with disdain, "silk girls." She looked around the ship at the crew manning the oars while others of the crew raised the spar up the mast to be ready to sail on the Captains orders. She didn't see him watching her as her eyes roamed the ship, so she didn't see the smile on his face widen as he saw the shiver course through her, the thought of some of these men possibly taking her for their pleasure bringing a twinge of unexpected excitement to her. She quickly hid it again, but Gudrod had seen the flash of curious excitement.
Gudrod made his way down the narrow area between the rowing stations, stepping around the mast and heading towards the Captain standing at the steering oar. He looked out at the horizon, scanning for the signs of any ships. He looked around as one of the crewmen called to the Captain that the spar was set and the sail was ready to drop. The Captain called back to drop the sail and set all lines. The crew reacted quickly, the sail dropping from the spar with a thunder of rippling canvas. The gusting wind filled the sail and the crew responded by securing the lines to the sail and spar to maximize the effect of the wind. The rowers lifted their oars from the water and slid them inboard, laying them along the strakes.
"Care for a game of Kaissa?" the Captain said turning to Gudrod.
Gudrod shrugged, "Sure, I guess." He grinned and pointed back to the prow of the ship. "I will set the board up in the prow so you can get to know our little prize too." Gudrod walked back towards the front of the ship, grabbing the small ships board and the waterproof sack of pieces and moving up to the prow, setting the board down and sitting cross-legged beside Aldis. He set up the board, arranging the pieces and turning it so the Captain had yellow as He won the last game the two played. Looking towards the stern of the ship, Gudrod saw the Captain turning the steering oar over to another crewman, Leif by the looks of it, and heading towards the front of the ship. Gudrod watched as the Captain made his way towards them, lowering to sit cross-legged across the board from Gudrod.
