They enjoy fucking." Her conversation with me was interrupted when her master wanted more beer.

I looked down the line and saw my mother lying down on another Rus’ pallet. He lifted her legs up wide.

His wife was there to guide his member as he thrust his hips forward. It appeared that he was thrusting with all of his ability and his wife began to spank his ass. I wondered if my mother was enjoying being fucked. I wondered if she, like the Rus women, thought it was an honor to be fucked by one man after another. By the time my mother was fucked by the fifth Rus, the sun had set and it had grown dark. The only light was from the fires that the slave boys kept burning.

When I saw my mother returning to her husband’s pallet, I turned to see if my master wanted anything else. He was asleep in his wife’s arms. She said, "Come," and indicated I should lie beside her. I had wondered where I would be sleeping. As I lay on the pallet I noted that other slaves were doing the same. We pulled master’s cape over us and my mistress held me with her left arm in the same way she was holding her husband with her right.
 
II To the Land of the Bulgar

The next day we entered a wide slow river. The Rus appeared to be in a hurry to get somewhere but well before nightfall we were again camped on the shore with the same arrangement of pallets. There was no wedding but when the horn sounded I was again forced to take my master’s member into my mouth. Like the night before this only lasted a short time. Again I was pushed aside and my mistress mounted him. She rode him like she enjoyed it. As I watched this scene of thirty-two Rus being ridden to ejaculation I thought of my conversation with my mother earlier in the day.

It had taken place early in the morning while we were washing at the water’s edge. I asked her if her husband treated her well and she said he did. I asked her if she had enjoyed being fucked by five men in a row. Her frank reply surprised me. "A woman must learn to enjoy what comes her way."

I asked her if she had been embarrassed by being nude and she said, "These people accept nudity as normal. We can’t be embarrassed by anything they accept."

"But being fucked in public…" I could not seem to finish my question.

"They accept that so we must accept it," she said. Then she added, "I expect that one day soon they will hold a ceremony where you will be initiated into their public fucking."

"But I am so young," I said.

"When they see you as a woman, you will be a woman no matter what age you are."

Now I wondered when that day would come. I wondered what it would feel like to be fucked. I wondered how many men would take me that first time. I wondered if I would be married like my mother. If so I hoped he would be a man of low rank.

I slept in the same way as the night before cuddled up next to the warm body of my naked mistress. The next morning as I bathed in the river I decided to see what it would feel like to be naked right there in front of everyone. I noted the warmth of the morning sun. I noted the chill of the morning breeze on my wet skin. I did not notice any feeling from the eyes that might have noticed me. I believed I now knew what mother tried to explain to me. You cannot be embarrassed by doing what is accepted.

Our trip up river continued until I lost count of how many days we had been traveling. One day along the way we met another dragon boat coming the other way. That day we stopped early. There was an exchange of goods and slaves. That night the two encampments were separate but so close that some exchange of wives took place. I did not understand the purpose of this and the neighbor slave who had previously interpreted for me had been one who had been exchanged. This caused me to determine to learn the language of the Rus.

The next day we came to where the river was too shallow to continue. We started a portage; that is we dragged the boat over the land. The younger slaves, including me, were assigned to preparing the portage path. The path had been used by others before us so all we were doing was repairing places that had been damaged. Our work was not nearly as hard as those who did the actual dragging of the dragon boat. The
Rus women worked alongside of their men and the older slaves. For a whole day they pulled and pushed up a gentle slope. All were exhausted at the end of the day. Our encampment that evening did not follow the usual pattern. Most of the higher rank [gold and silver] slept in the boat. My master and mistress slept on the ground beside the boat. Of course I slept with them as usual. There was no fucking that night. I think all were too exhausted.

The next day we started downhill and we moved nearly as fast as we could walk. Before midday we launched into a lake which our men rowed across before we encamped that evening. For two days no one had washed and so while us slave set up camp and cooked the evening meal all the Rus had a bathing party. Even the older Rus were like children in the water. There was much splashing and shouting and some good natured wrestling.

While unguarded two of our male slaves decided to slip away. Several of us saw them go but said nothing; however, when the Rus discovered that they were missing some of the older slaves told them which way the escapees had gone. My master and three other low ranking Rus were sent to retrieve them. The rest of us slaves were watched closely for the rest of the evening. My master did not return that evening. I spent the evening trying to learn some things about my master and mistress. His name was Bard and her name was Katche. They were cousins. Their fathers were brothers and had not sailed as Vikings. They had two children that they had left with their grandparents parents. She did not sail with her husband on his first two Viking voyages. She expected to have a third child on their return voyage and she would not sail with her husband on his next voyage. She expected he would not sell me but instead would marry me when I came of age. I asked her when I would be of age and she said that is up to the gods.

There was the usual fucking that evening and I was surprised when my mistress joined in the fucking with a neighbor. I carried numerous cups of beer that evening and then slept in the arms of my mistress.

Bard and the others returned with the slaves in the morning. To insure that they would not run again a leather thong bound their legs together so they could not run but only hop. I was also told that they would be sold to the Bulgars when we reached the summer encampment. We reached their summer encampment in three days. There were already two great houses that had been built by the Rus who had been there before. Our group decided to build a third so they would not be crowded. A great house was large enough to accommodate as many as fifteen Rus, their wives, and slaves. With everyone working at it the third great house was completed in three days. It was half again larger than the two previously built houses.

The Bulgars, who were a really unpleasant people, objected to the construction of a third great house made with their trees. The Jarl Rus invited four of the Bulgars into the new great house to discuss the terms of an agreement. Most of us younger slaves were instructed to sit about and look uninterested. As a distraction five Rus fucked their slaves on nearby pallets. Also when the Jarl’s slave brought them all beer to drink she went under the Jarl’s cape and sucked on his member. The Bulgars were so agitated that when the Jarl offered to give them one of the male slaves that had run away for their trees they accepted. He then offered to sell the second one to them at an outrageously high price which they refused. He then asked them for an offer and they paid more than the slave was worth. They then asked to see some female slaves that were for sale. The Jarl pointed in our direction but said none were for sale and sent the Bulgars away. This was a Rus trading strategy, that is, always send your customer away wanting. That way when he came back he would be willing to pay more in order to persuade you to sell that which you do not want to sell.

That first night after the completion of the new great house, seventeen pallets were set up and all 32 Rus, their wives, and slaves crowded into the great house for a coming of age ceremony for one of the slaves.
When the horn sounded and she was led in, in her white tunic and crown of flowers, she did not look any older than me. She definitely was no taller. She was led before the center pallet which was occupied by the Jarl [or chief of the Rus] and his wife. She was asked by the Jarl if she was happy to come of age and she responded with a yes. One of the Rus wives asked if she had been fucked yet and she said no. She was asked who her master was. She announced loudly, "Raagar!"

Raagar was called to the come to the front. He was asked how long he had owned this young slave. "This is the third summer," he said. He was complimented on keeping her pure; then he was asked if he wanted to sell her. He did not but a higher offer was shouted from the back and he said no. A still higher offer was shouted from the right. He again said no. An offer was shouted from the left followed by a "No" from Raagar. An even higher offer was shouted by a woman from the back. He again said no. The Jarl made a much higher offer and Raagar said only if he could fuck her right here right now.

The Jarl said no his offer was for an un-fucked slave. He asked the slave who she wanted as her first fuck and she said, "My master Raagar."

The Jarl laughed and offered to promote Raagar from copper to silver for the slave and Ragar said he would prefer to earn the honor. The Jarl complimented Ragar for being a hard bargainer and an honorable man.
The Jarl and his wife moved to the neighboring pallet of his assistant and Ragar and his slave were invited to do the honors on the Jarl’s pallet.

Raagar vaulted up on the pallet and reached down to raise his slave up. His wife came to stand beside the pallet. When Raagar undressed the slave girl his wife pointed out her pail un-blemished skin and her small but firm breasts. She pointed out her near hairlessness and her un-bloodied slit. Offers for the right to fuck her were coming from all sides and Raagar ignored them as he raised her up to show off her beauty. When he set her on her feet she knelt before him with a bowed head. He unbuckled his belt and let it fall with his sword and dagger. His wife reached over and pulled his belt to her. She announced to all, "Raagar is now armed with the only weapon that no woman can resist. A woman can try to swallow it to disarm him but it will not be swallowed. The third arm is man’s arm of the gods. It cannot wield a weapon but is itself a weapon."

Raagar removed his cape and stood naked with his member above the girls head. She looked up and rose up enough to take his member into her mouth. He grasped her head and forced his member into her throat and released her. She pulled back. This was repeated about a dozen times. He then knelt with her and kissed her hard on the lips. He may have even swept her mouth with his tongue. That is what Rus men do when they kiss a woman not as a possession but as part of him. He pulled her down to a laying position with him and his wife instructed the slave girl to sit upon his member. She announced, "The pain of opening your woman’s wound will not last. That pain will be healed by the pleasure you receive."

The slave girl kissed her master and then stood. Placing a foot on either side of his hips she slowly began to squat down. Raagar’s wife reached over to point his member at the slave girls slit. When she came into contact with his member it was obvious how wet she was in anticipation of what was to come because her dripping juices drenched his member. She lowered herself slightly and the head of his member disappeared within her. She lowered herself a little more and it appeared that he was not going in any further but then his wife moved his member to a different angle and instructed the virgin to bare down. He soon slipped in a little farther. She continued to slowly lower herself down and was soon completely impaled. She rose up slowly until his wife warned her to stop. She moved steadily down until she was impaled again. Now she rose up more quickly and let herself drop. She did this repeatedly until he reached up and pulled her down so he could kiss her. Now his wife assisted the girl in moving her hips up and down.

It had been quiet in the room as everyone wanted to observe this first time for the slave girl. Now they began clapping in rhythm with her hip movements. As I clapped I realized how wet I had become. All the while I had tried to imagine myself in her position. I was sure my day was not too far away. It was then that my mistress Katche put her hand on the back of my head and directed my mouth to my master Bard’s member. I had become so used to doing this that I had begun to enjoy the experience. I tasted of it and liked the taste. I ran my tongue over it and thought of the day he might sweep my mouth with his tongue. I knew that day would come and then he would be telling me he wanted me not as a possession but as a part of him. Even the discomfort of taking his member deep was no longer a problem for me. I knew what was coming and when and was prepared for it. Soon I was pushed aside as usual.

I looked to the slave girl. She was still fucking herself on her master’s member. I looked to where my mother was and saw her mounting her husband’s member. Most of the slave girls who were not involved in fucking were busy bring beer to the Rus. I quickly ran to do the same.

After Raagar finished filling his young slave with his semen he place a gold chain around her neck and announce, "This slave is now my wife. She is a good fuck and I invite all to come share her with me." I became involved with my own master and mistress so I did not keep track of how many fucked this young slave wife of Raagar.

The next morning as I was washing I realized I was next to the slave girl who had been initiated the night before. I asked her how she was. "Good," she said.

"How was it to be fucked for the first time?" I asked.

"It was so good I want to do it all the time," she said as she splashed cold water from the stream on her slit.

"How many fucked you," I asked.

"I lost count at five. Master Ragaar says it was seven plus him." 

III The Death of a Rus

After that first night in the large great house the community was divided so that for the rest of the summer we slept in all three of the great houses except when a special ceremony was held which was not often.

The summer was spent trading with the unpleasant Bulgars. They would bring cabbages, onions, and other vegetables. They would bring freshly butchered meat—both wild and domestic. They would bring fowl of every kind. The Rus treated these items of little importance but in truth we needed the food. However, their strategy would often get them enough food to feed our entire community for many days for only one slave boy. Although the Bulgars asked for slave girls only slave boys were traded.

The Rus asked for furs and the Bulgars would bring a few which the Rus would reject as not worthy for trade. The Rus would ask for metal—copper, silver, gold, and iron. The Bulgars claimed they had none. It seemed for a while that nothing was treaded. Then one day four Bulgars came into the Rus camp carrying heavy leather bags. The Jarl Rus spoke with them and called out to the horn blower. When we slaves heard the horn we knew to assemble in the newest great house.

Several Rus men came in and took their slave wives to pallets and began fucking them. We slaves and the fucking was meant to be a distraction to the Bulgars. We were told that in their society fucking was only done in private and they were distracted by seeing public fucking. In addition we slave girls were told to take our tunics off as we sat in a group within sight of the Bulgars. I had no interest in watching the trading but instead I watched my mother being fucked by her husband. They were on a pallet nearby.

He began by being very gentle with her, kissing and hugging her. She had told me that he always began by sweeping her mouth with his tongue which indicated he was taking her as a part of him and not just a woman. Soon they were both naked and rolling around enjoying each other’s bodies. Then mother did what was always expected at the beginning of a fuck—she took his member in her mouth. I marveled at how deeply she took him without gagging. This, like always, only lasted a short time. Next she impaled herself on his member and the fucking began.

I could not resist feeling of myself and I found I had become quite wet. Although I had never yet been fucked, I knew that when women wanted to be fucked they always became wet. I looked toward the Bulgars and saw that one of them was pointing toward me while whispering to one of his fellows. One of them spoke to the Jarl while pointing at me. I heard the Jarl say no and then he called for the slave boys to be brought in. While they were brought in I lifted my wet fingers to my nose and smelled of myself. I watched one of the Bulgars pointing out to one of his fellows what I was doing. I put my fingers back down on my wetness and then brought them to my mouth. All four of the Bulgars were now watching me, so I licked my fingers while I put my other hand into my wetness.

The Jarl insisted that he would only give two slave boys for the bags of gold, silver, and copper. The Bulgars made one more attempt to get two slave girls but the Jarl said his final offer was two slave boys. One of the Bulgars pointed at me and said something. The other Bulgars shouted at him and then the three of them agreed with our Jarl to take the two slave boys. The two largest slave boys were selected and the Bulgars left but the one continued to watch me right up until he left the building.

We slaves now began to pull our tunics on and go back to our duties but the Jarl asked me to stay. He thanked me for distracting the Bulgars. He asked me who my master was and I told him that Bard was my master. He then told me that I could go.

That evening my master had two gold neck chains that he showed Kache and me. They were just like the one that Kache already wore. He then explained that they were payments for what I had done to distract the Bulgars. He then placed one around Kache’s neck and the other around mine. He also explained that now he was not one of the poorest of the Rus. Kache said, "Bard must show his slave he appreciates what she has done."

"Ja," he said as he drew me to him. He placed his lips on mine while hugging me tightly to him. I felt his tongue and I allowed it into my mouth. He swept every part of my mouth and I felt the thrill of knowing I had become not just his slave but I was now part of him.

When he released me Kache took me into her arms, "We are now one." She placed her mouth to mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. She also swept every corner of my mouth with her tongue. I was so thrilled to have been accepted by both of them that I would have done anything that they might ask of me. When she released me she said, "You not married yet but you are promised."

"When will we marry?" I asked.

"When the gods say you are a woman."

This is the answer I had received before and when I had asked how they would tell us I was told that was up to them but this time I chose to pursue a better answer. I asked, "Will it be when I bleed for the first time."

"Yes," Kache said, "When Frye opens your woman’s wound and causes you to bleed then seven days later you and Bard will marry."

"After Bard fucks me for the first time will he offer me to all the Rus?" I asked.

She smiled as she said, "Yes he will."

"Did he do that with you," I asked.

"Yes and it was the best time of my life," she said with a dreamy look in her eyes, continuing she said, "And my father and mother and my brothers and sister were there to watch. It was absolutely wonderful."

"How many fucked you?" I asked.

"I thought it would be more but only six," she responded.

"How many for me?" I asked.

She smiled broadly and said, "With these," she fingered our new gold neck chains, "maybe eight or ten…maybe more. Oh you will be in such ecstasy. After three you will just want more and more. When the last one finishes you will beg for more. Maybe Bard will give you more like he did for me."

Bard had been listening quietly but now when we looked to him he said, "Ja, Bard will give you more. I would like to fuck you now but we must wait for Frye to open you."

All about us the others were fucking as usual and so Kache directed my mouth to Bard’s member. As soon as she pushed me aside I headed off to the beer barrel with our empty cup. Of course as usual I went to the one where my brother, Aile was ladling the beer. "Look," I said as I held my neck chain for him to see.

"You are not married are you?" he asked.

"No, I am promised. This was given to my Master Bard by the Jarl. It shows how wealthy he is becoming."

"But I thought only married slaves had neck chains," he commented.

"It is a promise to marry as soon as I become a woman," I said before hurrying back to my master with a mug of beer.

The next morning we were awakened by the horn blowing. All of the Rus men quickly armed themselves, not even bothering to put on their capes. To me it seemed funny seeing them rush outside bare ass naked but still fully armed with helmet, dagger, sword, axe, and shield.

The Bulgars had been attacked by one of their enemies and they were asking the Rus to assist them in driving the enemy out. When it was determined that we were in no danger for the moment the wives and slaves took the capes to the men and bade them good fortune in battle. The Jarl addressed them stating it was "a good day to kill those who resist us." He then told all the higher level [Gold] Rus to remain as security while he led the rest on the expedition.

There were eleven Gold Rus who remained. They and all the Rus women made sure that none of the slaves would attempt to escape although I wondered why they would worry. I could not imagine being better off in a strange land without the safety of armed men and women to protect me.

We went about our day in much the same way that we always did but when word came by a Bulgar runner that the battle was won and our men would be returning that day we began preparing a victory meal.

The celebratory meal was marred by the display of one dead Rus who had lost his life in the fight. None of the others were even wounded. Many words of praise were spoken in honor of the dead Rus. His wife wept over his body. That evening after the meal she was fucked by one Rus after another. I was told that this was to help her cope with her loss. She would in two days be taken as a wife by lot by one of the men who had no Rus wife.

The next day a replica of a Viking dragon boat was quickly built. Since it would never float on water, little care was given to its construction except from the outside it had to look right. It only took one day to build. They then placed the body on a large bed of straw in the middle of the boat.

The next morning shortly after morning wash-up the horn sounded and we all assembled in the largest great house. A slave girl who had been the dead Rus’ slave wife was crowned with a wreath of flowers and told she would be honored that day by being fucked by each of the Rus men from highest rank to lowest. The first to fuck her was the Jarl. We all watched as one Rus after another came to the palette where she lay spread open for them to fuck her. All the while she was being fucked she was being given beer to drink.

I am sure that if I had drank that much beer I would have done as she did. When she could hold it no more she peed. After a time she was filled with so much semen, it was running out of her along with the pee. She screamed for more fucking and more beer. She must have been in absolute ecstasy.

When the last Rus finished fucking the slave, she was carried into the funeral dragon boat and laid upon the body of her master. She was still calling for more fucking and beer. The Rus wife of the dead man took his long sword and drove it through the body of the slave and into her husband. She then set the straw beneath them afire. She and the two who had carried the slave girl quickly exited the ship before it began to burn. The fire was still burning as the sun set.

We all retired to the largest great houses where we proceeded with our nightly fucking, with the wife of the dead Rus being fucked by her new husband and a dozen or so of the lower ranking Rus including my master Bard. Before he went to fuck her I had to take his member in my mouth to prepare him.

When he returned, Katche administered to him to restore his member. Once it was restored she impaled herself saying she had seen so much fucking that day that she was in desperate need. As I served them beer I wondered if I would be the one to die with my master when he died. It was a sobering thought after witnessing the events of the past few days.
The next day I asked Katche about my concern and she said if we could keep him alive until he died of old age none would have to die with him. In addition she said, "But can you imagine how wonderful it must have been to be fucked by each of the Rus? Can you imagine how she felt by the time the last one fucked her? She must have felt so good she was ready to die."

 
A Slave of the Rus
By Tim I Done
IV I Become a Woman
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