Author's Note: this is a non-consent story. The women are not being tickled. If pain makes you squeamish, look elsewhere. However, if I decide not to leave it at this chapter, it will get better.
The hall is filled with obnoxious, drunken vikings. They laugh and make crude jokes while cruelly pinching the serving girls' asses and tits. Several of the women have been grabbed by the drunken warriors and are being brutally fucked at the tables. The only woman free of this cruelty, for now, is the Lord's wife at the head of the table, Lady Vera. She was married to their Lord only a day ago and the Lord was called away before the marriage was consummated.
Vera sits quietly to the right of the large carved wooden throne, which sits empty for the moment. The surrounding noise of the hall seems not to bother her at all. She has simply accepted it as a part of her life, for her father's hall was just the same. She looks around the hall with a strange sense of detachment. Nothing seems quite real as her gaze slides over the men and women.
Suddenly, the great door to the hall is flung open, and the Lord himself swaggers inside, some twenty men following. The Lord strides to his throne and flops down, demanding food in a booming voice.
Vera discreetly studies him from beneath her eyelashes. He is a huge figure of a man, nearing seven feet tall, with wide shoulders and a barrel chest. His blonde hair and beard are matted with mud and bloody streaks run through them. He is considered handsome by many, but the women of the hall are terrified of him. They know what terrors he is capable during sex, and many of them bear the brand of his cruelty.
Once the Lord has satisfied his hunger he looks at his wife with a speculative eye. She is tall, but not unbecomingly so. Long raven black hair flows like silk to her hips. Her kirtle is tight across her full breasts and tiny waist. At eighteen years old she is a very voluptuous girl. She has fairly wide hips he remembers from their wedding day, good for childbearing. He grins as his cock stiffens. Time to take his Bitch's virginity.
The Lord stands and grabs Vera's arm with a bruising grip and shouts to his men, "I think it's time to see how this bitch's cunt feels, don't you agree?"
Cheers erupt from the brutal fighters as their Lord rips Vera's dress in half, all the way to her hem. He then pushes the pieces off her shoulders as she begins to cry in humiliation, but this only arouses the Lord more. Several more men grab wenches to fuck as they watch the show.
"Stand up on the table and let the men have a look at you." he orders Vera. She shakes her head automatically.
"Ah, yes, sweet punishment then! Very well, the whip it is!" he roars. After clearing a space on the table with a sweep of his hand, the Lord shoves her down onto the rough wood. Her arms are grabbed and held down so she can't get up. Vera's tears increase as she desperately begs the Lord not to whip her.