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They Came From the North (Alvis Alendran & BMTH)

Mae and Aisley held onto each other desperately, their fingers entwined as the men came to gather them and separate them from their villagers. Aisley let out a shriek, her hands grasping at Mae as she was peeled from her sister. Her hand caught on the chain between Mae's restraints, tugging her forward before her hand slipped from the iron link and she was dragged through the crowd easily enough despite her flailing and crying. Mae watched in horror as they took her sister away. Thorkell then appeared in her line of sight, pummeling one of her warriors to the ground with a slight of his hand. Mae withdrew slightly into the crowd of people surrounding her, coiling back at the sight as her sister disappeared from the flood of bodies that had been shoved together.

"No!" She shouted at Thorkell as he made a bee line for her. He grabbed her manacles, yanking her forward. She tried to recoil once more, only to be met with another man who pushed her forward. "Let me go!" Her screams were for naught as she struggled against the two men who eventually withdrew her from her villagers and deposited her before the new Jarl - a Jarl she would fight for ownership of her own land.

Thorkell stood behind her now, his arms entwined with her own as he held her still and forced her to watch the impending suffering of her beloved villagers, villagers who had unintentionally given their life in attempt to save hers. Aisley was held up by another Viking, the annoyance on his face at her insufferable whining evident as he reached around to smack her face to shut her up. This act made Mae leap forward and shout but Thorkell kept a grip on the woman, tensing his muscles enough to send her reeling back into his chest before he grabbed a handful of her hair and held her in place.

The screams from the tortured villagers at their feet made Mae's struggles grow more wild as tears once again fell upon her face. "Stop! What are you doing?!" Her words dispersed into the crowd, holding no authority for the first time in her life. She continued her fight and once they began advancing towards what was once Mae's home, she dug her heels into the ground and tried to reel back.

A second man joined Thorkell once more, helping him with the wild cat that squirmed and shrieked in his grasp. When they entered the courtyard, she was once again faced with Nikolas. They'd left him at the center of the gardens, still restrained. His body writhed in agony but the moment his eyes found Mae's, he grounded himself. There was a shared look between the two as Mae tried to worm her way out of Thorkell's grasp to no avail. "I'll save you, Nikolas. I swear it." Her voice shouted across the courtyard, being met by her sister's cry for Nikolas as they were dragged into the castle.
 
They kept the two women separate. Mae, as considered the more dangerous of the two, she was escorted down to the small handful of cells that they had used to keep criminals or prisoners. It didn't look like they had seen much use, but the locks were still strong, and Mae was tossed into one, and hte door locked behind her.
"Sleep well. My Jarl meets with your sister in the morning." Thorkell told her with a smile, and then took his leave from Mae, slamming the door to the cell block behind him. She'd be left to rage alone in the dark until there was more of a use for her.

Aisley was treated a little more gently, simply taken to one of the smaller rooms that were used to house guests, and tossed in. There were no windows, or means of escape, but she'd have a bed to sleep in.

Goðþormr had let himself intot he chambers used by the previous Jarl, and he had to admit they seemed comfortable. There was some art that could be sold or discarded. He felt a smile forming on his lips as he noted on larger painting on the wall. It was entirely likely that this was the Jarl's late wife, adn also very likely the only remaining image of her. That might make for another piece of leverage against his newest prisoners.

Still, it was refreshing to strip out of his armour and war gear, and fall inot a proper bed, to let himself rest.

When the morning was fully upon them, Goðþormr ordered his next steps into place. Food was laid out in the Jarl's dining chambers, small enough to make a fairly small party of people feel secure and in comfort. He imagined that the two women might have eaten here often with their father. Now, Goðþormr was seated in the Jarl's place, and he sent to have Aisley brought up to him.

Warriors burst into Aisley's room and dragged her from it, not speaking a word to her before bringing her to the room, and pushing her down into a chair. Food was all laid out before them, and Goðþormr was already eating calmly.
"Ah, there she is. Fear not, I've no plans to hurt you. I simply thought it might be a good chance for us to speak." He said casually, as though the events of the previous day had not happened.
 
Mae landed upon her hands and knees within the cell but was quick to pry herself from the dirt ground, her body spinning as she sprinted after the door just as Thorkell was closing her in. Her hands snatched the iron bars of the door and Thorkell beat her by a hair as the lock upon the iron door snapped shut. Mae screamed out, her arms jerking the door back into her and then out towards Thorkell over and over again as if trying to pry it open. It wasn't going to give - it was locked tight. "Let me out, you fucker! Let me out!" Her incessant clamoring was for naught as he taunted her, wishing her sweet dreams before turning away from her and ascending the stairs from the dungeon. Mae was then enveloped by darkness, the sconces upon the wall unlit. The eeriness of the dark, damp dungeon didn't stop her from throwing a rightful fit. The iron bars beat into themselves loudly well into the night, the woman taking her respite as a chance to throw a tantrum instead of catch up on her sleep. She'd need the energy from rest but she was squandering what could have been considered an opportunity.

Hours upon hours of throwing a tantrum did eventually exhaust the determined, proud woman. Eventually, her sweaty body tired of the dramatic fight and she found herself leaning against the cold dirt wall of the cell, her legs folded up into her chest as she rested her head upon her arms that had folded over her knees. Her voice had grown hoarse from her incessant screaming and her body was now coated in swirls of dust and mud. Still, the fire raged on within her belly. They'd be sorry... all of them.


Upstairs, Aisley had a rough night. Her evening was spent sobbing into a mattress and trying to get out of the room. She tried to open the door three or four times, only to be met with a lock and a guard on the other side of the wooden door chuckling at her misfortune. Similar to her sister, Aisley didn't get much sleep although she did doze in and out a few times between her sobs and cries for help. When morning came and she was collected by the guards, they'd find her hyperventilating on the mattress, eyes bloodshot as she whined out something that sounded like gibberish. She followed them, not offering up much of a fight. Truthfully, she was absolutely petrified. After hearing what they wanted her to do to Nikolas and then watching their violence and brutality, she was scared for her own life.

Aisley was seated across from Goðþormr, her lithe frame trembling as she stared down at the wooden top of what was once the table she'd dine at with her family. Goðþormr was seated where her father used to sit and Aisley was now seated in a seat that had gathered dust and had remained untouched for the majority of seven years save for when it would be cleaned. It was her mother's chair.

Shaking like a leaf, Aisley couldn't bring herself to look up at the violent invader across from her. It wasn't that she had refused to glance towards him, it was that she simply couldn't. "W-what do you want with us?" She sniveled, her nose twitching as she rose her arm and wiped at her face with the back of her wrist. Her skin was pale, the fear evident across every inch of her body.
 
Goðþormr didn't answer her right away, finishing his mouthful of food, and taking a long drink from a water glass. He set it down, adn then fixed Aisley with a look. It was clear that she didn't have the kind of force of will or personality that her sister did, but that might work to his advantage.
"I seek to ease the transition of power from one set of shoulders to the other. After all, every difficulty that I encounter, I need to seek appropriate responses, and the people, your people, suffer for it. So, I'll need information from you. To whom your father had alliances, what agreements he might have had with surrounding lands, if there are any significant military forces among them that I need to be concerned with. Simple things." He told her.

Every villager had been taken to a house or building, and had been kept under watch, but allowed to sleep. The villagers were fast learning that they were likely going to be reduced to very nearly pure thralls in their own homes, but perhaps that wasn't as bad as dying at hte hands of their invaders. The deaths were bad enough, but the two men that had been mutilated, they had staggered around once the pain had faded to a dull roar, adn tried to find help. One had managed to get back tot eh village proper, but the other had wandered intot he forest, and no one had yet heard back from him.
 
Aisley's trembling didn't stop, her hands hidden beneath the table in her lap as she quivered and tried not to allow herself to be reduced to tears. Goðþormr was asking a lot out of her, information that she simply didn't have. This struck even more fear into her. Would she be punished for not having the correct answers to the brutal Viking's inquiries? Aisley couldn't help but let a small squeal out as she tried to swallow back her trepidation. She didn't want to die.

"I.... I don't.... I don't know..." She tried to spit out the words despite her tense neck, the muscles within the slender and otherwise delicate neck twitching as she swallowed back spittle that had formed within her mouth. She was panicked, barely able to form a coherent word. "We have... a-alliances to the north and west of here." Her head never rose as she regarded him but it shook left and right, as if rejecting the flow of information from her mouth. She was assisting the enemy. But she really didn't want to die. "A-and I think they were trying t-to explore f-further w-west." Her arms wrapped tightly around her stomach as she hugged herself, hyperventilating once more as her skin turned a ghostly porcelain, nearly translucent. "The Jarl w-was going to m-marry me off to t-them in exchange for an alliance."

Finally, Aisley's eyes rose although her head did not. She built up the courage to glance up into Goðþormr's eyes. "P-please, d-don't hurt m-me." She sniveled again, her body curling into itself. "T-that's all I know."
 
Goðþormr nodded as she spoke. A marriage token seemed to be about all this one was good for, she wasn't going to be able to provide him with what he needed. Clearly the firebrand was the one that had all of the information, and willpower in the family. Still, he tutted faintly.
"Now now, I told you I wasn't going to hurt you! I am a man of my word." He said gently. "What are the names of the leaders in the villages that you had alliances with? Surely you must know that much at least." He coaxed.

Thorkell was grinning, having been glad to sleep in a bed, and have hot food available to him. He had a torch in hand, and was going down to the dungeon to do some light preparations for his Jarl. He wondered if Mae was still raging at the darkness.

He opened the door tot he cell block, and moved in, lighting one of the sconces to shed some dim, flickering light.
"Good morning." He jeered from his side fo the bars. He had a few small ideas of ways that he could keep hismelf amused without breaking anny orders from his Jarl.
 
Aisley tried to take a breathe, her trembling slowing ever so slightly as her eyes lowered back into her lap. She was a useless wreck, her innocence and immaturity more than clear in her actions. "..." There was a hesitation to the information Aisley was about to bequeath upon Goðþormr. A more tactful woman would have asked for something in return or made it more difficult for him to extract such valuable information. Aisley wasn't the brightest bulb, clearly.

"T-to the West is Chief Godwin, just over the mountains. U-up North is Chief Osgar's land. And f-further North from there i-is Chief Uhtric" Aisley fell silent once divulging the names of their two firm alliances and one that was still in the making. At least now the sniveling girl had some value to her. She was they key to an alliance with Chief Uhtric. Whether or not Goðþormr intended to go about his movements peacefully was wholly up to him.


Mae was seething within the confines of her cell when Thorkell began his lighthearted descent down to her. Once he was on the other side of the bars, his grin made even more haunting from the cast shadows, Mae slowly rose to her feet and paced the small space to her side of the bars. Her fingers wrapped around the cold iron, clinging tightly to the metal as her forehead pressed against the bars, her head cocking to the side as she jeered at him.

"You," she growled, her voice gravely, "you let me out now or I swear I'll have your head."
 
Goðþormr nodded.
"There now, that wasn't so hard, now was it? Youv'e been very helpful this morning Aisley, I'm going to let you go back tot eh room you've been in, and I'll have someone bring you some food, since you seem to on edge to eat in my presence. Someone from the village, someone that you know, will bring it to you. Off you go now, you know the way back." He nodded to the warrior that had all but dragged her here, the words telling him not to make contact with her unless she tried bolt. The warrior followed behind her, but followed his orders and didn't touch her at this time.

Thorkell laughed at her threats.
"Oh, you've a fire in you girl for sure! But you seem to be forgetting something important! You're just a prisoner now! You'll have no ones head that my Jarl doesn't desire. He's breaking his fast right now. With your dear sweet little sister. Oh, I can only imagine what he's decided on to get her to give him information!" He taunted her. Thorkell knew full well that the two sisters were an asset right now, but that wasn't something he felt inclinded to share. He did delight in obviously winding up Mae.
 
With her legs no more than jello, Aisley pushed the chair back and stood up carefully the moment Goðþormr released her from his presence. He was intimidating, sure, but he hasn't been the absolute monster Aisley witnessed the evening prior. There was some relief to that but Aisley knew it was all for show. She was careful in getting back to her room, not deviating from the bee line she had made.

Downstairs, Mae was only getting more wound up as she glared into Thorkell's eyes. "If he lays a hand on her, so help me," she growled. He was successful in trying to prod her into getting more and more reckless. Her arms jerked back while still holding onto the bars, the iron loudly clanging against its own structure as the chain between Mae's manacles ricocheted off of the iron bars loudly. "And you! You don't dare regard me as anything other than Lady." Mae's lips pursed and before the change in facial structure could be recognized, Mae spat through the bars. A fat glob of spittle landed upon Thorkell's cheek as she continued to glare up at him, her upper body and face still pressed flush against the iron. If he thought she wouldn't try to wind him up as well, he was sorely mistaken.
 
Thorkell grinned as she spat at him, not flinching as her shot landed.
"A lady? Ha!" He snatched out a hand and grabbed onto her manacle chains, and pulled, crushing her body up agaisnt the bars, and stepping in close to her. "You're nothing more than the spoils of war." He taunted her, his free hand moving down to aggressively grab at her waist, his fingers rubbing powerfully at her sex without a second thought.

"I could rip that dress off of you and take you as my own." He hissed at her. He stepped back, letting go of her, but keeping a hold of her chains. "But you're expected by the Jarl, adn just don't have time right now." He told her. A few moments later, two more warriors appeared, and unlocked the door. Thorkell let go of the chains as they seized her body, and the three of them hauled her through the halls to reach the room that Jarl had asked them to bring her to. They forced her into a chair, but left hands on her.

Goðþormr sighed.
"This is going to be difficult if you won't even remain still. If you agree to simply speak without trying to start a fight, I'll withhold the plans I have for hte execution of the men that I promised to kill last night." He offered.
 
Mae squealed as her body was practically torn through the iron bars, her arms squeezing together as her upper body pressed tightly against the cool metal. The moment Thorkell's hand pressed against her sex, she let out a gasp and tried to tear herself from his hold. Even as she was able to push back her lower body slightly, Thorkell's reach far outweighed her ability to back up to any relevant distance. Her arms tried to jerk back, the chain snapping against his firm grasp. A growl escaped her clenched teeth, an act that hid the spark of fear that shot up her spine as soon as Thorkell's fingers pressed against her covered mound.

The moment he released his touch, Mae jerked back and distanced herself as much as possible from the nefarious man jeering towards her. "I will never be yours. I'd rather die than have you take me." Her words were laced with poison but beneath that vibrato, there was a sense of fear. He would kill her, surely. After everything he'd already done before her eyes, her life was nothing more than a flame that could be easily extinguished.

With her chains finally released from Thorkell's grasp as two other men entered their space, Mae backed up in the cell and let out another animalistic growl. "Don't come near me," she started, backing away. They unlocked the cell, all three stepping in and ready to restrain her. "No!" Mae shouted, her body bucking back as they came down on her and yanked her forward.

Mae tried to press her heels into the ground and jerk her body in any manner possible as they dragged her upstairs. They yanked the chair that her sister had been in back and thrust her body down, forcing her to sit before Goðþormr as he sighed. Mae tried to struggle against the three sets of hands upon her, one on each shoulder and one grasping her hair to keep her focus on their new Jarl.

A snarl curled the corners of Mae's lips as she finally froze and glared at Goðþormr. His negotiation tactics wouldn't work on her - he hadn't proven himself as a man of his word. Mae's eyes glanced down over the table filled with an assortment of plates, each topped with different foods. There was a basket of assorted breads, a few loafs in particular that Mae had taken part in crafting no more than three days ago. The spreads were placed beside the basket, the elderberry jam and honey both harvested by Mae as well. If only he knew how much of her own labor went into the foods he feasted on.

Her eyes caught sight of the fruit platter in front of her. A delightful combination of colorful berries sat before her, their smell tantalizing and their color glinting beneath the light. Had Mae been even slightly hungry, she'd have begun salivating at the prospect of the juicy fruit. Her chained hands reached up, her fingers dancing over the edge of the silver plate. She glanced back up at Goðþormr, her eyes narrowed. "I have you pegged for a man not of your word. But you have my attention."
 
Goðþormr leaned back in his chair, taking in what she'd said, but it did seem that she was at least taking him seriously.
"Think carefully to all that I have said to you since I've arrived. I have done many things that you may be displeased at, but have I ever lied to you? No, everything I have promised would happen, has happened." He leaned back in, helping himself to more of the food for a moment. Once he was sated again, he leaned back again.

"It is face facts at this point. You've lost this place. Your numbers were enough to run off small parties, for certain, but we came as an army, and there was never going to be a way to so much as slow a force like that. We're not leaving, and you can make this transition far easier on your people than it could be otherwise. Your sister was marginally helpful in explaining some of the local lords that I apparently must be mindful of, but I do imagine that you have far more than she did. So I require more details about the surrounding lords. Furnish me with that information, and I can agree to set aside my plans for the other man we took last night." Goðþormr offered by way of a deal to her.
 
Mae's nose crinkled in disgust as Goðþormr continued speaking, his words causing a tremor to run down her spine. No, he hadn't lied to her since the moment he set foot upon her land but the devastation he brought with himself spoke volumes more than any word could. He was a monster, there was no round about way to hide from that truth. Mae's hands clenched for a moment before returning to their tender dance upon the silver bowl before her. Her eyes scanned the tableware decorating what had been her family's table. They'd left out the wooden bowls, save for the bread basket. Copper, silver and glassware lined the table. A succulent roast pig sat to the side, barely touched as Goðþormr indulged within the harvests of Mae and her villagers' hard work.

At Goðþormr's offer to trade leeway to his captive in exchange for valuable information, Mae nearly laughed. Was he insane? She wasn't going to give him information. Especially not information that would allow him further inland and provide leverage against her own people. "You must be certifiable if you expect me to offer you such valuable information." Her fingers tightened upon the silver bowl, a hesitation to her next move. "Why don't I make you a deal. I have a storage of treasures hidden within these castle walls that I guarantee your men haven't found. You agree to leave and to bequeath this land back into its rightful hands, and I'll allow you access to this room. You and your men will be rich beyond your wildest dreams."
 
Goðþormr shook his head.
"You're not in a position to be making deals, or allowing anyone to do anything. But, now that I know you've a hidden store of treasures, I have some new tasks for my men. And since you're refusing my offer..." He nodded over to Thorkell and the others. "...bring her. I believe that there's yet a man that was not to be spared, and needs to be made a proper example of." Goðþormr rose as he finished speaking, sweeping out of the room.

"Once this is over, perhaps i'll go spend some time asking your sister about this hidden treasure." He observed.

He led them out of the castle, heading towards where he'd been told that his people had found what he'd asked them too.

The men that had been out scouting had indeed found a large oak tree on the grounds between the castle and village. Word was spreading fast by some of the fleeter of the war band. VIllagers and warriors alike were turning up, villagers because they were being herded, and the warriors, well, because they wanted to see what it was that Goðþormr had cooked up to make example of these men that had defied his rule.

The man that was to be dealt with was bound securely, on his knees, bereft of his shirt, and shivering in fear and cold. He didn't know what it was that they were going to do to him, but he knew it wasn't going to be good.
 
Mae was lifted from the chair with enthusiasm as the three men yanked her upwards. She let out a snarl, her feet kicking out as her body jerked, trying to struggle against them. Her body continued to twist and jerk each and every way as they dragged her back out to the village square. His threat to find the treasure within the confines of the castle was laughable. Mae was the only one to know of it, save for her father. Now that his life had been snuffed, she was the only one with that knowledge. Her sister hadn't been deemed worthy of such information.

The three men placed Mae before her villager, no more than a yard of space between them. Thorkell grinned as his hand ensnared within the tendrils of hair that lined her scalp. He knelt down to place his lips upon her ear, forcing her head forward so Mae would have to face their next victim. "You could have saved this man." His voice was a hiss that sent a shiver down Mae's spine. Her head tried to turn, to look away, but he refused her that action. Mae then looked upon the man who sat helplessly before her, his entire body trembling. He stared into his leader's eyes, beseeching her for sanctuary even though she was in no position to grant him any form of comfort or security.

"I'm sorry," Mae muttered to the shaking man. He glanced up at her for a moment, their eyes locking, before he lowered them back down silently. He'd given his life to the woman before him and there was simply nothing left to be said.
 
Goðþormr waited until most of the people had settled in to observe before he began speaking.
"This did not have to happen." He announced. "Mistakes were made. This mn made the mistake of defying my rule, but I offered clemency to him, should your Lady here provide me with simple enough information. She refused. And so here we are." He announced loudly. He looked to the man. "What you are about to suffer did not need to come to pass."

As he finished speaking, two men came forward to lift him to his feet, and carry him closer to the tree. They kept his arms still, as Goðþormr drew out his knife. He made a small cut on the man's stomach, but it was a deep one. Without breaking stride, and plunged his hand into the wound, and pulled out a length of the mans guts. He stepped to the tree, and drove an iron spike through the gut, and into the tree. The man was still screaming, almost mindlessly at this point, but Goðþormr waved for the men to let him go. When they did, he sagged to his knees, the drop pulling another foot or so out of his midsection.

"Come on now! Walk! You can still die a man! You defied me once, show me the strength of that! Walk!" Goðþormr hissed at him quietly. The man seemed to understand what was being demanded of him, and staggered to his feet. The warriors assembled began to cheer, finding entertainment in his pain, but also in the force of will that would have been needed to accomplish this. Every step the man took pulled more of his guts out of his body, tears and sweat pouring off of him. He staggered after making it around hte tree once, but leaned on the tree to stay up. A shout got him moving again, and he managed to get halfway around it again before the pain finally overwhelmed him, and he dropped.

He stopped breathing within seconds of that.

The warriors all cheered, as the villagers looked on in abject horror. Goðþormr looked at Mae.

"Remeber this, next time we speak."
 
Mae's eyes were peeled open in horror as the man before her walked slowly, gutting himself around the oak tree in an attempt to carry out his last duties with pride. "No! Stop! Don't do this!" Her hands rose to her chin, the hidden jaw trembling as her entire body shook. This... this was all her fault. She could have just opened her mouth and given him the information he so desired but instead, she held her ground and tried to keep her pride, a notion that was now forcing one of her villagers to suffer at the hands of their invaders. His last moments of life would be torturous.

Tears sprung to Mae's eyes but she managed to prevent them from falling as she continued to stare on. Her jaw was open, still sitting in her palms. She was in shock, she couldn't seem to move. Not until Goðþormr spoke finally, breaking her trance.

"You... you're a monster." Her voice quavered. She'd watched him slice the leg off of the man she loved. She'd watched him kill her father before the entire village. Now, she watched as he killed another one of her followers. Mae had finally snapped. The torture was too much, her stubbornness was killing her villagers and it finally triggered in her mind.
 
Goðþormr nodded as she spoke.
"But I am a monster of my word." He reminded her. He turned back tot he crowd. "Back to work! Go on, be somewhere else!" He called. His warriors chuckled, adn began to disperse, nudging the villagers along to get them moving. There was a real sense of perfect despair that hung in the air. Despite her earlier promises of them fighting, it seemed as though Mae was lacking in the power to make such a fight really happen. And it was costing lives in terrible ways.

"Back to the castle." He ordered. Hands closed on her arms, and pulled her up, moving her along towards the castle.

When they reached the castle courtyard, Goðþormr turned to Mae.
"Now. You spoke of a stash of treasure. do you see fit to enlighten me, or do you wish to see what might happen if you continue to defy me?" He asked.
 
Goðþormr was the first one to be able to drag her along on his own. As soon as his hands clamped down around her upper arms and the three men took a step back, Mae found her body torn from the ground. She let out a mew, trying to yank back but he had a steel grip on her. She begrudgingly followed him back towards the castle, her head constantly turning to peer over her shoulder to look back at her lost villagers. She wanted to run after them but Goðþormr's grasp on her didn't allow her to.

They came upon the castle courtyard, bloodshed splattered across the once pristine gardens. Mae winced back when Goðþormr turned to her, confronting her about the treasure. She had faltered, her confidence was clearly starting to crumble. "Fine. I'll tell you. Under the condition you free the other man and allow him to live."
 
Goðþormr sighed as she spoke.
"You keep...failing to understand your place in this situation. You keep trying to push for more than is offered. You do not have a bargaining position here. And I think it is time that you were brought to fully understand this." He looked to Thorkell. "Stables I think." THe big man nodded, and proceeded to help drag Mae out of the courtyard, adn towards the stables that were set up beside the outer wall.

Goðþormr took his time getting there, he was really only needed at the end of things, not for the set up. That was why he had men working for him after all.

Thorkell and the four other men that were dragging Mae along all had wide grins on their faces. They knew what was coming, and they were desperately looking forward to it. Manacles were produced, latching one onto her wrists. They unlatched the other manacle from that wrists, letting them spread her arms out. They stretched, just barely, across the open path in the middle of the stables. Mae was stretched out, some tension on her shoulders, not giving her room to really move, or even really kneel. Once that was done, they stepped back from her, and waited.

Goðþormr entered the stables, paying no attention to Thorkell moving into one of the stalls. There was a muffled gasping sound from within, but no one seemed to pay it any heed.
"To understand how better for you to act, I've decided that some very...simple punishment is in order." He explained. He had lifted a horsewhip from the wall, and tested it. He moved around behind her, letting the short whip unfurl. Without another word, he let fly.

The whip cracked across her back, a harsh blow that split the cloth of her remaining dress, making it suddenly loose on her frame. There was no hesitation for a second blow, this one low and across the back of her thighs. More cloth split, but beneath that, angry red marks on her skin were showing cleanly. He paced around a little, aiming his next blow. This one hit her in the front, lengthwise, hitting her torso, between her breasts, splitting hte cloth almost completely, the tip of the whip tagging hte side of her neck. These few blows seemed enough for him, and he stepped forward, grabbign the shredded fabric, and pulling it from her.

"Do you recall what I called you earlier?" He asked her. He moved up behind her, and the sound of leather opening up, and cloth rustling came. "The spoils of war. And do you know what becomes of the spoils of war?" He didn't wait for and answer, he simply stepped up behind her, licking his finger, and bringing it down to rub against her now bared sex. He stayed there for a few moments, moistening her, before he stepped up and placed the head of his cock against her sex, grabbing her hips, and beginning to push into her.
 
Mae was finally beginning to go along with the men, her struggles having lessened as they pried her forward and forced her to walk at risk of stumbling and hurting herself. It wasn't until she caught the glimmer of their smiles did she start rearing. "Wait! You don't have to do this." The horrors that ran through her mind sparked a sense of fear that made her tremble. What were they going to do to her in the stables? More importantly... Nikolas' body had been moved from the courtyard, where was he?

The energy of the exhausted woman rose once more when they got to the stables. Her arms tried to pull back from their grip unsuccessfully as they overpowered her into position. There was barely any give on her arms, she was forcibly spread by her arms as she tried to twist and turn to no avail. A few horses in the livery whinnied in response to the woman in their stables, the sound of hooves clacking against the straw covered floor revealing the discontent of the majestic breeds that remained "What are you going to do?!" Mae's reaction was wild, her chest heaving as she tried to tug herself loose. "Let me go!" It was a waste of breath for Mae to even attempt to speak to the men who just watched on in elation as she reacted.

Goðþormr appeared before her, the men watching on in amusement simply taking a step back as they continued to peer on. Mae's eyes narrowed at him, her body jerking a few more times despite his presence. It wasn't until he picked up the horsewhip did Mae really start reacting. "Don't you dare! What do you think y-" She couldn't continue speaking. The moment the whip snapped against her, she let out a howl. Her knees gave out and she stumbled as her head yanked back and she cried out. Mae didn't even notice her clothes tearing, all she could focus on was the burning welts that appeared upon her skin instantly from the thick whip.

The second lashing made her legs all but useless as her arms held her up. "No! Stop!" Her teeth clenched and she inhaled deeply, a hiss sounding from her mouth as she tried to hold back from crying out. It was hard not to scream, it hurt. There were tears welling up within her eyes as she fought against them.

The third strike hurt the most. Goðþormr evoked a shriek from Mae as her head turned and she tried to jerk away from the assault. Her entire body shook, her belly trembling from the attack as a lurid streak curled up her torso. Mae was hyperventilating now, her entire body trembling as sweat beaded upon her skin. Her eyes were still on Goðþormr, a slight look of disbelief upon them. Then his hands reached out. "No!" The sound of the chemise tearing echoed in the livery, leaving Mae bare naked and trembling. Her legs swung forward, trying to kick the Viking who easily evaded her attack and rounded her naked body. "Don't you dare lay a hand on me!" Mae wasn't focused on the four men staring on at them, or the whines coming from the dark corner of the livery. She tried to swing her body, twisting it in any way possible to keep Goðþormr from doing what he was about to do.

The moment his finger pressed against her opening, teasing her entrance, Mae's entire tone changed. She shrieked, her body contracting into itself as she tried to pull away and swing forward. Her hips jerked forward. "No! No! No!" She tried to sway her hips and get away from what he was about to do. "No! No, no, no, no!" The hyperventilating was prevalent now as she gasped and jerked until he grabbed her hips and began impaling her upon his cock.

"No!" Mae was ferocious in her struggles as she kicked up, her feet trying to find purchase against Goðþormr's shins. "No!" She was crying out now, the mucus in her throat thick as it caused her words to crack. "Stop! No!"
 
Goðþormr had to admit, he loved it when they struggled, when they fought, it just added a whole extra layer of spice and enjoyment to the experience. He imagined that it might have had something to do with his family line. His grandfather had been a horse breeder, and had always loved the process of breaking a horse. Goðþormr simply found a similar joy in breaking women.

From within one of the stalls, Nikolas was being pinned in place, what limited mobility that he had was gone now, Thorkell crouched behind him, keeping him in place, adn keeping his face aimed at the scene that was unfolding. Seeing this Viking bastard doing all of this to Mae, to his Mae, it was more than he'd ever thought he could bear. He let his eyes close before he heard Thorkell whispering in his ear.
"You have to watch. If you don't, I'll cut the eyelids right off of your face, adn you'll never look away from anything again." THe ords hissed to him, and tears welling in his eyes, Nikolas looked.

Goðþormr was chuckling as he felt Mae give everything she had into trying to stop him, secure in the knowledge that no matter her force of will, no matter her determination...it was simply not going to be enough.

Once he felt the walls of her sex wrapping around hte head of his cock, he knew that he wasn't dealing with a woman that had remained untouched by men, but that fact didn't bother him. His grip on her hips tightened, hard enough that he could feel her skin starting to bruise slightly under the force, but he used that grip to simply pull her down onto his cock in a single smooth stroke. Nearly ten inches of length, and just over three across, he stretched her body around his length without a second thought. He let out a loud, contented sigh.
"Ah yes, a proper spoil of war now." He mused. One hand left her hips, grabbing her hair in his fist, and pulling back, hard, and using that grip to pull her back onto his cock as he shoved his hips forward, and then back, withdrawing nearly all of himself from her body before dragging her back onto it. He made a point to nod to one of his other men who came forward, hands moving to roughly handle her breasts, adding another layer to everything, and showing ehr that in this small way, Goðþormr was living up to his role as a Jarl. After all, a Jarl's duty was to share out his spoils of war...
 
Mae's shrieks echoed throughout the livery, causing discomfort within a few of the horses as they brayed and kicked up dirt within their stalls. Her body thrashed wildly, trying to get out of Goðþormr's grasp and the restraints that kept her arms splayed but there wasn't much she was able to do aside from wiggle her body and barely kick up her own two feet. With how Goðþormr held her hips, there was no way she'd be able to knock him back or force him to pull out.

The tears that had weld up within her eyes were now cascading over her cheeks and crashing down onto the dirt floor beneath her naked body. "No! Stop! No! No!" Her eloquent speech was now rendered worthless, it was as if the only word in her vocabulary was no or some other form of it. Her entire body quaked, shaking against the Viking whose body was pressed upon her backside, his cock raping her deeply and stretching her further than any man had ever done before. Mae's body continued to buck, her whines refusing to cease as she pathetically fought back against her captor.

As Mae continued to try and thrash, her neck now strained as Goðþormr held a fistful of her hair and forced her back to arch, a new man walked up to her. He'd been one of the men to try and help restrain her as they moved her about the village. The grin on his face was sickening and the moment his meaty hands grabbed a hold of her pert tits, Mae tried to swing a knee towards him. In the position she was in, she had a difficult time getting any soft of leverage and ended up just falling back upon Goðþormr's cock, another cry of displeasure leaving her lips. Her arms jerked forth, trying to hit the man who fondled her breasts and tweaked her nipples until they became erect. "Stop! No! No! Don't do this!" She tried to knee the man again, failing with every pathetic attempt.
 
There was a course of laughter coming from the other men in the stables, and some cheers as Goðþormr took his due from Mae. There was a shuffling as Mae's breasts were handled roughly, the men starting to breath harder at the thought of their Jarl letting them partake of his newest, and most would argue, most valuable prize. It showed a generosity of spirit that they had not expected.

Goðþormr was grinning as Mae tried to buck him off, each movement simply drove her deeper onto him, and made the whole process feel positively divine for him. Had he known she'd be this good, he'd have made an example of her immediately after taking the village, and likely several times since. He quashed the thought, knowing that he had done everything right, and breaking this woman was going to be a difficult process if ehr behaviour was any indicator.

One man looked to his Jarl for confirmation, and received the nod of approval to approach. He moved to one side, and reached out, his fingers finding one of her nipples, and pinching hard, drawing the whole breast out as Goðþormr ravaged her. Both men chuckled, releasing her breasts, but then slapping at them with increasing force. Each motion and sound that she made seemed to the men more excited. Goðþormr leaned forward, grinding his hpis into her as he did.
"I'm going to give you a gift. My seed. Are you ready for that?" He hissed to her. He didn't wait for an answer, butpushe dher forward, adn resumed his hard, relentless pounding into her.

It didn't take him more than another few minutes of working on her before he felt himself starting to tense up. He let out a low growl, and held himself deep in her, releasing his accumulated seed up into her body.
"Men, let her wear the badge of her position." He announced. The men in the stables all stepped forward, freeing their cocks from their pants, and furiously working them. Goðþormr held Mae largely in place before they all let loose, painting her face and breasts with their seed. Four men could deliver quite a bit. Goðþormr pulled out of her then, and nodded, tucking himself away into his pants once more.

"To the dungeon with her. See if some time there might change her attitude." Goðþormr ordered. Men unhooked the chains from their place in the stables, but left tension on them to allow them to drag her forward. Thorkell stood up from within the stall he'd been in, and when he released Nikolas, a plaintive moan of despair that was recognizably his voice wafted through the air.

They bore Mae to the dungeon, and all but threw her into her cell. They pointedly extinguished the torch sconces to leave the room dark, but left a single tiny candle burning on the floor, providing only that pinprick of light to the room. It was far away enough that Mae wouldn't be able to reach it, but close enough that the light would still reach her. THe door closed and locked with a certain sense of finality. They had, after all, not talked about how long they planned to keep her there.
 
Mae refused to cease from her fits of rage and desperation as the men ravaged her body. Her nipples grew erect beneath the horrifying ministrations of the men before her and her cunt involuntarily milked Goðþormr's cock as she proceeded to writhe against the men and her restraints. Tears had begun streaking down from her eyes, wetting a distinct path over her dirty cheeks as mucus bubbled at the corners of her lips. The disgusting pagans continued to work over her body, enjoying every curve and dip of pale skin that danced beneath the moonlight.

By the time Goðþormr had been brought to the edge, Mae had still been fighting and screaming. Her pleas no longer carried the strength and vibrato they had only a few moments before, the edge in her voice had lessened and there was a spark of fear that caused her tone to waver as she pleaded with the men to stop. The tears added even more to her humiliation, confirming the sense of defeat she would soon be wearing upon her battered skin. At Goðþormr's forewarning of the eruption of warmth within her loins, Mae's struggles built to that of a bucking horse.

"No! Don't!"

It was too late.

The splattering of cum plastered itself along Mae's cervix and vaginal walls, the telltale twitching of Goðþormr's cock confirming the warmth that threatened her womb with the denounced seed. Mae's legs lifted, one after the other, in an attempt to kick back against Goðþormr and push him off of her. The sensation of his cock deflating slightly while remaining painfully deep inside of her made her whine and her body jerked before his fingers twisted themselves within her knotted hair and yanked her back once more to hold her still while the four men in front of her closed any gap between them.

No words were said as the men furiously jerked themselves off upon her skin. Mae whimpered, her tears continuing to crest over her cheeks as her chest quivered and her body trembled in defeat. With each warm shot of spunk that splattered across her naked body, Mae would flinch back and let out another whine until Goðþormr finally released her. Had it not been for the tension that the men forced upon Mae's body, she would have collapsed upon the livery's floor then and there. Her head remained lowered as she was brought forward and back towards her home. It wasn't until she heard Nikolas' moan did she finally react.

Her head lifted and Mae tried to turn back, her heels momentarily digging into the ground as she was pried forward. A loud cry burst from her chest, the moan akin to a child as she tried to peer back towards the livery to catch a glimpse of where the despaired groan came from. Another yank forward caused her to stumble and Mae proceeded forward, wholly defeated.

Within the confines of the dungeon, Mae was finally released. Her body dropped limply to the cell's dusty ground in a pathetic heap. Instantly, Mae curled into the fetal position and wrapped her forearms over her head as if protecting herself from any approaching attack. She let out another sob, her body wincing at every loud sound the guards made as they locked her away in uncertain darkness with nothing more than the flickering shadows from the small candle out of arms reach to keep her company.

The dirt that coated the rusting floorboards of the dungeon turned to a sticky mud upon Mae's stomach as it mixed with the drying pagan cum that smeared across her body. She'd been reduced to nothing - left naked in the cellar of her once prized home with cum leaking from her abused cunt. It was within the darkness that Mae let go, the tears turning into sobs that carried on through the night.
 
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