Ragnar & the Slave Girls (Ragnar the Dane) Read Free Page A

womanhood appeared behind him.
    One of the intruders dispatched Baegstan with a slice of his sword. The women screamed, but the other man grabbed the mother and held a knife to her neck.
    “ Come with me or I kill her,” he growled to the girls, who nodded in terror. If only their brothers were still unmarried and at home to defend them.
    He hustled the woman out of the door and dragged her off, followed by her daughters. His companion left the final, shameful mark of the sword on Baegstan, then followed the others, snarling at the girls if they dared make any noise.
    “ Where are you taking us?” quavered one.
    “ Somewhere you’ll never see any of your friends again.”
    They cried even more.
    “ But you’ll like it,” said the other man. “So many pleasures you don’t yet know.”
    The thugs laughed together as the women wept and struggled.
     
    *  *  *
     
    Saehild straddled Ljotr in his secret shelter in the woods, kept warm by the small fire in the centre of the floor. She slid up and down until his cock almost fell out of her. Like pleasure to the point of pain, she grunted with effort and desire, mesmerized.
    “ That’s - it - oh - that’s it!” he groaned. “You’re dripping all over me.”
    “ I can’t - keep – going,” she gasped. “Please fuck me, please.”
    “ You can.” He put his finger inside her at the same time, finding the little bud-like peak and massaging it until she cried out and shuddered, her world trembling, and slumped on top of him.
    “ Isn’t it better after drinking wine?” he asked, one hand round his now released cock.
    She murmured with satisfaction.
    “ Why won’t you get on top and fuck me?” she muttered.
    He paused for so long she thought he hadn’t heard. “It’s not time. I will do so when the time is right.”
    “ What about you? You didn’t come.”
    “ It’s alright. As long as you did.” He gave his usual fierce grin, teeth glinting like knives in his dark beard. “Let’s have some more wine before we leave.”
    The now familiar wine, full of grape and berry flavours, and something she couldn't identify, slid down into her stomach, its heat building from the first sip, warming her, exciting her, relaxing her.
    “ Where do you get this?”
    “ My friends make it. You’ll have to meet them.”
    “ Are they brewers?”
    He paused. “Something like that.”
    “ What are they, then?” Lightheaded and giggly, she played with his hair.
    “ They don’t like the way life is. They want to change it.”
    “ What d’you mean?”
    “ The way people are trapped in their life paths. The Jarls have all the power, while the Karls and thralls have none. People like you and me have nothing. We have to do as we’re told, every day.”
    “ Especially women.” She sat up, wine coursing through her veins. “Our lives are so boring. I hate it.”
    “ You can be my queen one day, I promise.”
    “ How?” She laughed.
    “ You’ll see.” He pulled her into his arms and they cuddled up.
     
    *  *  *
     
    News of Baegstan’s death and the disappearance of his womenfolk spread through the village.
    “ As with the last one, they killed the poor man in the Danish style, the sword up his arse,” whispered someone.
    “ His wife and grown daughters have disappeared, like Mildrith,” said another.
    “ They stole all his food and clothing. Greedy savages, that’s what they are.”
    Steinar called an urgent meeting.
    “ It seems the English are vulnerable at the moment,” he barked, striding up and down in front of the crowd, the spring wind making his cloak flap. “We Danes should take precautions too, especially at night. Barricade your doors and don’t go out after dark. We Huskarls will patrol more often.”
    Ragnar and Bjarni exchanged glances.
    “ It seems the murderers kill the men and abduct the women," continued Steinar. "We do not know if the women are still alive, or if they are murdered elsewhere. Anyone who hears anything please