29 - The Viking Horde #2
He told me the time I was expected then left, closing the door behind him.
I got dressed, slipping the dress over my skin. It clung to my curves in the perfect manner, showing off my hourglass figure and my voluptuous breasts.
I ran my hands along my body and closed my eyes, imagining what it would have been like for Magnus to get his hands on me. Perhaps I could impress him enough that he might take me into his bedroom after his friends had left, and I could see what lay beneath his clothes.
***
When the time came for me to make my appearance, I left my room. It wasn’t difficult to find where the men were located, as the noise they were making flowed through the house. All I had to do was follow it to its source.
They were sharing what must have been a funny joke, although I couldn’t understand it because they were speaking in their native tongue. The air smelled of alcohol and aftershave, and when I entered, I was surprised to find six men in total, and they all stopped to look at me.
I smiled awkwardly, gazing towards Magnus.
“Ah! Here is the guest of honor. My friends, this is Gem, the American girl. Please say hello,” he said. Then he introduced me, one by one, to his friends.
I was so nervous that I couldn’t keep their names straight and hoped that I wouldn’t be quizzed on them later.
Magnus held my arm and guided me to a couch.
He sat beside me, and the men came around me, as though I was holding court.
They were all so gorgeous and, like Magnus, they were built like warriors.
Their beards were thick, their shoulders broad, and the strength that was imbued in every movement was overwhelming.
I knew I had never been in the presence of such sheer masculinity before.
It was so intoxicating by itself that I refused the offer of alcohol, not wanting to betray my own instincts.
They were eager to talk and asked me all kinds of questions about my life in America.
As far as I was concerned, I hadn’t lived an extraordinary life, but they found even the most mundane things interesting.
There was much laughter at some of my experiences, and they were intrigued by the fact that I had done gymnastics and cheer leading.
I found myself in my element, pleased to have these men as a captive audience.
Soon enough, my light laughter was mingling with theirs, and I knew that I was a part of the crowd.
The evening wore on, and I was surprised they hadn’t grown tired of my company yet. I noticed that Magnus’s hand kept brushing my thigh, and I thought my chances of spending the night with him were good.
“You have been a wonderful guest of honor, Gem,” Magnus said during a lull in the conversation. “It takes a special woman to be able to answer all of our questions, and I hope that we have not bored you to tears. I think that you deserve a chance to ask us some questions. Anything you want!”
There was only really one question that I wanted an answer to, although I was afraid to ask it in case it would ruin the mood. I wasn’t sure if Magnus could sense this feeling within me or not, but he leaned in closer and repeated again that I could ask anything.
“Well, I suppose the only thing that I would like to know is what’s in your secret room,” I asked.
A hush descended upon the men, and I worried that I had completely shifted the mood of the evening. But then Magnus’s mouth curled into a smile, and he threw back his head, laughing to himself.
“What do you think? Shall we show her the room?” he asked his friends.
They wasted no time in applauding and cheering, and I realized they were all in on the mystery. I was the only one who didn’t know, and I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
***
We walked through the house to the forbidden door.
It loomed large in front of me. Somehow, it seemed to have grown since the last time I had been here.
I kept telling myself that it couldn’t have been anything bad because, otherwise, they wouldn’t have been so enthusiastic about showing me what was in the room.
Even so, it was hard to quell the uneasiness within me.
Magnus took out a long key and inserted it into the lock. He twisted sharply, as though he was breaking a man’s arm, and the door was unlocked. He took hold of the handle and looked me in the eyes, as though he knew this was going to be a momentous occasion for me.
The door swung open into darkness, and I found myself being pushed forward by the other men, who weren’t content to allow me to wait outside the room.
When I was inside, my heart was beating rapidly and fear prickled upon my skin. Someone flicked a switch, and the room was filled with light.
I gasped as I gazed at what was in front of me.
There was a narrow bed with straps on the sides, made of leather.
Against the wall were shackles. Hanging on the walls were whips and floggers, and gags and blindfolds, among other paraphernalia that I had only heard whispers of.
At the back of the room was another bed, this one wider than the narrow one in the middle of the room.
“What …? What is this?” I asked. At first glance, it looked like some kind of Medieval torture chamber, but deep down, I knew it was something different. There were all kinds of ways to torture people, after all; sometimes with pain and sometimes with pleasure. In this room, it seemed to be both.
“This is our fun room,” Magnus replied. “Would you like to have fun with us tonight, Gem?”
I knew by the way he asked me that he was being genuine.
I could have said no and, while I was sure they would have been disappointed, they wouldn’t have forced me to stay.
I could have gone back to my room and tried to forget what I had seen, but I had wanted to fuck Magnus badly, and the idea of being fucked by his friends, too …
well, it wasn’t anything that I had experienced before, but I couldn’t admit that the thought of it was entirely unwanted.
Instead of being utterly terrified by all the equipment on display, I was actually intrigued, wondering how it was all used.
I turned to look at the men, who had all clustered around me.
The six of them were formidable, and the thought of being railed by them did scare me, but I wanted to test myself and challenge myself.
I wanted to prove to myself that I could do this.
I was just one American girl, but I wanted to prove that I could take six Icelandic cocks.
“Sure, Magnus, where do we begin?” I replied in a cocksure manner, trying to hide the fact that nerves were brimming inside me.
Magnus grinned and took my hand. He led me over to the narrow bed in the middle of the room and guided me to lay upon it, with my head facing to the ceiling. He then took my arms and legs, positioning them so he could slip the restraints around my wrists and ankles.
A sudden burst of fear shot through me like lightning when they were tightened, biting into my skin.
I gasped, my mouth gaping wide, like a chasm.
I tested them. Fantasizing about being restrained was one thing, but actually having it happen was quite another.
I couldn’t break free, and there were six Icelandic men forming a circle around me.
What the hell were they going to do with me?
They started to grope me at first. I could feel the hunger in their eyes and their hands as they pawed at my body, running their hands along my curves.
I looked so small compared to them. Their giant hands had no problem with enveloping me, and when they squeezed, I felt my entire body contract.
Heat spread within me, and I could feel myself burning up.
My head lolled from side to side. Some of them found sweet spots that made me tickle, and it was sweet torture knowing that all I could do was flail helplessly.
I lost track of who was touching where. The men all blurred together in one giant mural, completely overwhelming me with the sensations of being groped.
Their hands ran across my neck, making it hard for me to breathe, while their fingers slipped across my lips.
I sucked on them, losing myself in this hedonistic blaze of passion.
The straps of my dress were pulled away, making a mockery of the fine and luxurious fabric. All they wanted was my flesh underneath.
My nipples were exposed, and soon, mouths were suckling on them.
Hands rushed up my thighs, drawn to the damp heat that simmered between my legs.
I groaned as I felt fingers toying with me, teasing me.
They weren’t gentle, and they didn’t care about my well being at all.
I was spanked, and teased, and tormented.
Their fingers dug inside me, leaving deep red marks upon my flesh.
I twisted and writhed, but I could do nothing except embrace this pleasure and enjoy these sensations.
The fingers inside me were like tendrils, reaching deeper and twisting within, as though they were trying to pull out my soul. My hair fell across my face, and I almost suffocated on it, and then I felt a hand brushing away the veil of my raven hair.
I felt a moment of salvation as I gazed up into Magnus’s eyes before I realized that he was turning my head to the side and forcing my mouth open.
My gaze fell upon his cock. It was just as impressive as the rest of him.
A shuddering moan left my mouth, but it was suffocated by his erection.
It slid between my lips, and I choked on him, feeling him fill my mouth.
Heat swam on my tongue, and my eyes filled with hot tears.
I sucked hard. His hand gripped the back of my head, and he watched me as I took him.
Then he started to move back and forth, slamming his cock against the back of my throat.
I wondered how long he had been thinking of doing this, and it turned me on knowing he wanted me this much.