Chapter 6 #2
“I wouldn’t mind a taste,” Sigurd says, rubbing his tongue across his lips. “Would you like that, mate? Do you want to fill our mouths with your sweet honey before we fill your pussy with our seed?”
I try to shake my head, but it hurts, and my lips betray me. “Yes…”
“Then it’s settled,” Ivar says matter-of-factly, moving to my wrists. “But first, let’s get these off of you.”
“I think I can make this a lot more comfortable for all of us, since our mate seems to be coming around,” Erik says, turning and moving his finger along the wall. “Yes, here’s the control panel. If I can disable the sensors, I can divert power to this room without them finding us.”
Ivar removes the restraints on my wrists, and even though I’m naked from the waist down, I relax slightly.
I pull my wrists to my body and rub them, glaring at the blond Viking towering above me.
The one who is going to spank me like I’m some kind of naughty little girl.
I wish I could say I regret not pulling the trigger, but I’m afraid it’ll just double me over in pain.
“None of our memories are in here, so I’ll just find a room that looks interesting,” Erik muses, then the lights come on above us. “Oh, here’s one.”
The lights are harsh, but only for a moment, because the room begins to transform. The table turns into a beanbag chair, not much different from the one I was sitting on when they opened my door. The Provider rises near me, and then other things take shape, windows vanishing, walls expanding.
When the colors stop moving and the room settles, we’re in a rather large bedroom.
There’s an enormous bed in the center, with restraints hanging from the bedposts, and three holes in the footboard, two small and one much larger in the middle.
It takes me a moment to realize there’s a hinge because a neck and wrists could go in them.
And if that’s the bed, I don’t want to think about what could be in the drawers. Mine were filled with everything I remember being in them when I was younger. I don’t know whose memories this room is from. Certainly not mine.
“Much better.” Erik looks around the room. “Too bad we can’t haul any loot out of here. The stuff from the rooms and Provider is useless, but there’s still plenty we could use on this refugee center.”
“We’ve got the only thing that matters,” Ivar says, leaning down and offering me his hand. “Come with me, mate. It’s time for your punishment. As long as you’re cooperative, I won’t punish you as harshly as I would a warrior woman.”
I look up at him, seeing the icy glint in his blue eyes. My heart beats faster in my chest. My stomach coils into a knot. This is going to hurt, but there’s no way out of it. Even if I tried to fight back, my body would betray me.
So, I take Ivar’s hand. I let him lead me to the bed. Erik pulls the chair from the desk over and sits down. Ivar lowers himself to the mattress and gives me a tug toward his lap. I close my eyes, supporting myself on his hard, muscular thighs until he topples me across them.
My t-shirt slides up, revealing more skin, but it doesn’t matter at this point. I’m already fully exposed from the waist down, and now, I’m sure all three of them can see my pussy. I’m so wet I can feel the arousal trickling down my bare thighs.
“Shall I have the Provider make a leather strap or a flogger?” Erik asks, some amusement in his voice.
“No, I’m only going to use my hand,” Ivar says, placing his callused palm on my bare ass, making me flinch, then whimper as I feel the warmth.
“You really are being gentle,” Erik chuckles.
“I won’t be,” Sigurd threatens. “But I’m not going to punish her. This time, at least. Even if I would enjoy it.”
“Ready, mate?” Ivar asks, squeezing and rubbing my ass.
I don’t want to say I’m ready for it. But I don’t have much choice. I’m so wet I can barely see straight. So aroused all my body wants to do is turn my ass toward Ivar and beg him to prove he’s not all talk, and I’ve seen them fight. They’re savages.
“Yes,” I say begrudgingly, hating how good it makes me feel to simply give him the response he wants to hear.
“Good girl,” he says, then his hand rises.
His palm comes down with a harsh slap that lands across the middle of my ass.
The next few alternate from one cheek to the other, making my bottom sting.
I squirm from discomfort, feeling something else.
I’m not the only one aroused. I’ve squirmed so much I’m against his thick, hard cock, and he pulls me closer to it, keeping a hand on my waist.
“Ow, ow,” I whine, kicking my feet as the slaps continue to land on my bare ass.
“They say a feisty mate is a gift from Fenrir himself,” Erik chuckles, watching his brother redden my ass. “Ours is surely a gift. A gift made just for us.”
“Pretty sure that was just a tall tale invented by disobedient wives,” Sigurd grumbles, pacing in and out of my vision as it blurs with tears while the slaps continue to rain down.
“Quiet,” Ivar murmurs. “She’s supposed to be learning a lesson, and I need to hear her regretful sobs, so I know when she’s learned it.”
I kick my feet and even throw a hand back to stop it, but Ivar just grabs it and spanks me a little harder once he wrestles it out of the way.
I don’t want to give them the satisfaction of a sob, but I can’t help it.
The spanking hurts and while I may not regret it as much as he’d like, I can’t help the sob that finally escapes my lips.
“Ah! Please, I won’t do it again!” I cry out.
“See, now we’re getting somewhere,” Ivar says, spanking my sit spots then focusing on my ass again.
“Stop, please, it hurts,” I sob, hating how pathetic I sound.
“Nice and red, just like a disobedient mate should be,” Ivar says, giving me two really hard slaps before the spanking finally ends.
I keep crying, the tears running down my face until I’m finally able to blink them away.
My ass is burning and I don’t have to look over my shoulder to know it’s red.
But as the spanking ends, I realize that I’ve gotten a lot wetter.
I didn’t enjoy the spanking, but it aroused me, just like the three men who are hungry for me.
My punishment is over. Now there’s nothing to stop them from taking what they want.
I’ve already squirmed against one big, hard cock.
That’s not the only one I’m going to feel before they’re done with me.