Total pages in book: 138
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 125077 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 625(@200wpm)___ 500(@250wpm)___ 417(@300wpm)
The van sped through the streets of Rouen. I could see glimpses of the city through the windshield—picturesque buildings and quaint cafés that seemed to belong to another world entirely. The normalcy of it all felt surreal in contrast to our captive state.
Sven’s face, visible in the rearview mirror, was set in harsh lines. The loving master I knew had departed. It filled me with an impossible-to-untangle mixture of dread, love, and lust.
As the van left the outskirts of Rouen behind, Erik’s attention turned to our bodies. His large hands reached out, roughly grasping my breasts. I couldn’t help but whimper around my gag as he kneaded the soft flesh, his fingers finding my nipples and pinching them hard. The sharp pain made me arch my back involuntarily, even as I tried to shrink away from his touch.
“You’ll get used to this,” Erik told me coldly. “A little anyway.”
He alternated between Camille and me, then, slapping our breasts and twisting our nipples until they were red and swollen. The pain blurred with a shameful pleasure that made me squirm in my restraints. I caught Camille’s eye and saw my own conflicted arousal reflected there.
“They’re both good little sluts,” Erik called up to Sven. I couldn’t keep down the pang of betrayal that rose in my chest when Sven grunted in wordless approval.
As Erik continued his merciless attention, I couldn’t help marveling at how skilled the Sons of Odin were at dominating women. Every touch, every cruel pinch or stinging slap, seemed calculated to push us further into a state of helpless arousal. I realized with a start that Erik must mean it as part of our training—teaching our bodies to respond to pain and humiliation as readily as to pleasure.
The thought sent a chill down my spine. If Erik and Sven could reduce us to quivering, needy messes so easily, what hope did we have of resisting the Pretorian Guard? Fear coiled in my belly, mingling with the heat of my helpless arousal.
After what felt like hours, but must only have been a few minutes, the van began to slow. I craned my neck, trying to see out the windshield. The urban landscape had given way to lush, rolling countryside. Fields of vibrant green stretched out on either side of the road, dotted with the occasional farmhouse or copse of trees.
The van turned onto a narrow lane, bordered by ancient stone walls half-hidden beneath tangles of ivy. We bounced along the uneven surface for several minutes before coming to a stop in front of an imposing set of wrought-iron gates.
Sven got out to punch a code into a keypad, and the gates swung open with a creak of protest. As we drove through, I caught a glimpse of a grand chateau in the distance—all pale stone and elegant turrets rising against the blue sky.
The van came to a stop in a graveled courtyard. Sven got out and I heard his shoes crunch on gravel. For a moment, there was silence, broken only by Camille’s and my ragged breathing. Then the back doors swung open, flooding the interior with bright sunlight that made me squint.
Sven reached in as Erik freed us from the webbing restraints. Together our masters hauled us roughly out of the van. My legs, stiff from the long minutes of immobility, nearly buckled beneath me. Only Erik’s iron grip on my arm kept me upright.
“You’ll be able to scream all you want once we take out your gags,” Sven said, his voice cold and matter-of-fact. “No one will hear you out here.”
I shivered at his words, realizing just how isolated the place must be. Then I stumbled as Erik began to drag me across the gravel courtyard, my bare feet stinging from the sharp stones. The chateau loomed before us, its pale stone walls gleaming in the late morning sun. But we weren’t heading for the grand entrance. Instead, Sven and Erik steered us toward a building off to the side—an old stable block, I realized, my eyes widening.
The massive wooden doors creaked as Erik pushed them open, revealing a cavernous interior filled with shadows and the musty scent of hay. Shafts of sunlight filtered through gaps in the roof, illuminating dust motes that danced in the air. Old carriages stood in the back, and tack lined the walls, relics of a bygone era.
As my eyes adjusted to the dimness, I noticed thick rope dangling from exposed rafters and what looked like medieval stocks in one corner. My stomach clenched as I realized the true purpose of this place.
“It’s a shame you’re not virgins,” Erik said, his voice echoing in the vast space. “You would have fetched a higher price. But at least it means we’ll be able to use you thoroughly.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine. I glanced at Camille, seeing my own fear reflected in her wide eyes.