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WIP It Up Wednesday — A Viking Shows His Captive The Price of Disobedience

August 26, 2014 By Trent Evans

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I have so many works in progress, I really wasn’t sure what to pick for this week’s clip. Since I usually post contemporary excerpts, I thought I’d post a nasty little clip from a historical I’ve been (very slowly) working on, a Viking story set in the latter part of the eight century.

As the scene opens, our hero a Viking drott (leader) has brought his booty, Amelia, a lovely, curvaceous — and feisty — princess abducted from the English coast. They are at one of the Viking emporia on the south shore of the Baltic Sea  (located in what would be modern day northern Germany), a central trading location for every good imaginable, including the most important good of all for the Viking economic system, slaves.

In this scene, the drott, our hero — if such a barbaric man can be worthy of the title — is forcing Amelia to watch one of the many fates his charge might suffer should she have the temerity to truly disobey him, The drott forces Amelia to witness the plight of a buxom, naked woman on her knees, her neck and hands locked in wooden stocks…

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A tall, slender dark-haired young man knelt beside the filthy woman, her dirt streaked blonde locks partially concealing her face. The man carefully fed her soup by hand, taking his time, occasionally pausing to pull her hair back from her face. The imprisoned woman would sometimes give him a small smile of gratitude when he did this.

The wooden bowl empty, he set it aside, taking up a soft, gray cloth and a wooden pail filled with clear water. With each gentle wipe of the cloth across her face, her fresh, youthful beauty was revealed, sparkling blue eyes chancing a look up at him as he worked. Soon her face was scrubbed clean, deep pink suffusing her cheeks, a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose only enhancing her charm. The man paused, and Amelia held her breath in sympathy as the man’s gentle behavior belied other motives. The woman’s brow furrowed as the man reached under the stocks, his fingers caressing the vulnerable weight of the heavy, pendant breasts. He recharged his cloth with more water, using it to wipe the grime from the generous globes, revealing long, bright pink nipples, hardened in the cool air.

Amelia bit her own lip in horror … and fascination. The captive woman’s erect nipples had the man in open erection, his penis tenting the front of his trousers. Amelia watched his long fingers unhurriedly undo the fly, revealing a hard cock that matched his frame: long, slender with a bulbous purple head, the slit already leaking moisture.

The man, setting down his bucket and cloth, then placed a high wooden stool in front of the stocks. Sitting upon it, he spread his long thighs, his cock rearing up in front of the helpless woman’s face. The man leaned closer then tucking the captive’s hair behind her ear almost tenderly, murmuring something to her in the Vikings’ alien tongue. She looked up at him for a moment, reluctance in her gaze, then resigned, opened her mouth.

Amelia tried to look away, not wanting to witness the poor girl’s defilement, but the drott growled behind her, his hands like vises around her upper arms, holding her fast.

“Watch, thrall.”

Watching his captive intently, the man took hold of the top edge of the stocks, pulling himself close, forcing the length of his cock down the woman’s throat. He didn’t stop until he’d pushed close, the captive woman’s nose pressed to the dark thatch of his pubic hair. He took up a very slow, measured plunge and retreat, never stopping, even when the woman gagged, her body shuddering in the stocks at each deep thrust into her throat.

The man murmured soothing tones to the captive as he slowly, deliberately fucked her helpless mouth. Eventually he pulled out, his breathing coming fast, his fist around his wet cock, pumping it. He groaned as pearly ropes of semen sluiced across the captive’s cheeks, her pink lips, into her hair, matting in one eyelash.

His chest rising and falling, the man looked at the blonde captive for a few moments, tucking his penis back in his trousers. The girl’s head dropped, her back hitching with her silent weeping as he walked around her several times, seeming to drink in her shame.

Then he returned to the stool, grabbing his bucket and cloth, and took her by the chin, gently wiping the semen and her tears from cheeks stained scarlet with shame. Then without another word or glance, the man took his pail and left, disappearing into the throng milling about in the marketplace.

“He’s been at her every day she’s been out there,” the drott rumbled in Amelia’s ear. “The same way, every time. They leave her in those stocks for three hours at a stretch, a little break, then back into them she goes. Sun up to sun down. The young lads like to throw things at her. She’s covered in rubbish when they get done with her. Then her savior arrives. The price of her gentle cleaning, her respite — his seed across her face, debasing her, shaming her well.”

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Ideas for this one have been piling up fast and furious, and I look forward to completing this story.

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Filed Under: WIP It Up Wednesday Blog Hop Tagged With: 8th century Viking historical, BDSM, captivity, forced oral, public humiliation, shaming, stocks, Viking historical erotic romance, Viking slave emporium

About Trent Evans

Trent Evans is an independent author of BDSM erotic romance and erotica. Putting pen to paper since he was a wee lad, he decided to try to share some of the tales cooked up in his fevered imagination. Some readers might not be horrified. He tries to write stories that appeal to both women and men (wow, threading the needle), but will follow wherever the story takes him.

A long-time resident of the Pacific Northwest, the author believes that the high percentage of authors in the region (compared to the nation as a whole) is chiefly due to the fact that it’s so damned wet and miserable all the time there. They tend to use their long hours cooped up inside making up stories that depict things they’ll never see or experience – such as sunshine.

Comments

  1. Maggie Carpenter says

    August 26, 2014 at 9:39 pm

    Ah, yes, well, what can one say? I was looking at a picture, not reading words, and what a picture you painted. Brilliant as always.

    • Trent Evans says

      August 26, 2014 at 9:44 pm

      You’re much too kind, Maggie:) But thank you!

  2. Leigh Smith says

    August 27, 2014 at 6:39 am

    As Maggie said, your words are always so descriptive. Like the words, shudder at the picture.

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:37 pm

      Thank you, Leigh. I’m not sure if that’s a good shudder or a bad one? A little of both? 🙂

  3. Meredith O'Reilly says

    August 27, 2014 at 8:01 am

    Very nice snippet! As stated above, your word choice is so good that I feel like I could see the scene playing in my head instead of just reading the words. 🙂

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:39 pm

      Meredith, thank you for saying that;) I admit to being a little paranoid about putting in too much description, but like you, I like to be able to see the story in my head. Thanks for commenting.

  4. Shelly Douglas says

    August 27, 2014 at 8:37 am

    My God … it was so nice to read more than 8 lines from you, again!! I enjoyed it so much, that I read it twice …you know, to make sure I didn’t miss anything! 😉 I love the complexity in the character of this “man” you describe. He starts their routine gentle … he feeds and bathes her – she even gives him a small smile of gratitude. Then … BAM …you smack us in the head as his barbaric side comes alive. After he gets it all out of his system (no pun intended) he cleans her up … back to being a sweetie!! And she knows its all coming, because they do it every day? LOVED IT … more please!! 🙂

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:41 pm

      Aww, that’s so nice of you to say, Shelly. You know it’s rare for me to suppress the “barbaric side” for long in my characters:) The good and the “bad”, right?

      I agree that not having that 8 line limit really helps — one of the great things about WIPitup Wednesday;) Thanks for stopping by!

  5. Megan Michaels says

    August 27, 2014 at 8:57 am

    “Then her savior arrives. The price of her gentle cleaning, her respite — his seed across her face, debasing her, shaming her well.” And her shuddering in the stocks. My. God. Trent!!! Her savior debasing her ……love your stuff, Good Sir!

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:43 pm

      Damn, that’s so kind of you:) I’m really not that good — but I do have a dirty mind. Thanks for reading!

  6. Natasha Knight says

    August 27, 2014 at 9:51 am

    OK, can I just tell you, I can almost feel her breasts in my hands the way you described it. Is that creepy? Or hot??? 😉 You should definitely write this book. 🙂

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:44 pm

      Oh hell, that’s not creepy at all! Definitely option #2:)

      This one will get written as soon as possible. Looking forward to it…

  7. Abigail Armani says

    August 27, 2014 at 11:52 am

    There’s some very powerful imagery there. Good stuff 🙂 I’m left wondering what will happen next.

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:45 pm

      Thank you, Abigail! More to come next week…

  8. Christina Mandara says

    August 27, 2014 at 12:02 pm

    Ohhhh… ~wipes up dribble~ Hours at a time you say…. in the stocks… used and abused at will. How evil you are Mr Evans… and how utterly wonderful. I’m going to have to lay down somewhere now… ~fans self~ MORE MORE MORE (lots, please…)

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:46 pm

      Dang, Christina, thank you! I’ll make sure to include some more next Wednesday!

  9. Melody Parks says

    August 27, 2014 at 6:04 pm

    I was so excited to see that you had signed up for wipitup. I love your details… Pendant breasts, the way the semen struck her face, even to the extent of a little landing on her eyelash.
    I’d say these two have a thing going on. Not to mention Vikings, stocks and slaves.
    I also have to agree with Shelly Douglas about 8 sentences not being enough from your books. Which is why I loved when you participated in the Dungeon Crawl, I always look forward to your excerpts. Thanks for joining this week Trent. ☺

    • Trent Evans says

      August 29, 2014 at 1:48 pm

      This was soo sweet of you, Melody. I’m an idiot, really, but I can occasionally put some words together. Glad you enjoyed this one.

      Thank you thank you for putting together this hop. It’s a lot of fun!

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