Page 3 of Mated to the Vikings

And it did.

Luscious. Delicious. Intense.

Shameful.

I was so ashamed that I was his possession, humiliated I was being treated like a child.

Even as my pussy clenched, almost climaxing.

He issued several harsh smacks in succession, slapping my bottom over and over again. The pain was blinding, even as my pussy slickened the cool wood as I undulated my hips, grinding until there was pleasure. And I kept repeating the same mantra over and over again.

I belong to him.

His property.

You want this. You crave him.

I noticed the others waiting, their cocks standing at full attention. They were all beasts, every one of them ripped from head to toe.

And they were hungry, famished to feast on my body.

I was unable to process my emotions, confusion mixing with temptation. I didn’t want any man or beast to control me. But my body betrayed me, longing for his firm touch and the feel of his thick cock being shoved into every hole.

The cracking sound of the thick leather echoed in my ears as the wave of anguish curled my toes. I clenched my fists, gulping for air to fill my lungs, to provide some sense of understanding.

And peace.

My master stopped, the sound of his thudding boots drowning out my moans. The second his finger wiggled into my asshole, I closed my eyes.

“We will take you in every manner, brutal and without compromise. You were meant to belong to us.”

The sounds of the others snarling and growling as they advanced should have produced utter terror. Instead, I was wet with anticipation.

Jesus.

Where in the hell had that come from? I was cognizant that my nipples were very hard, pushing against my shirt. I imagined the brute sucking on them, biting down with sharp teeth. I could almost feel his thick, long finger thrusting into my asshole. “God.” The word escaped my mouth and I could almost taste trickles of the beast’s cum. I was fucking losing my mind. We’d been in space too long, the trip arduous.

“Did you hear a word I was saying, sweetheart?” Samuel snipped.

Damn it! I glanced at the screen he was pointing to, sighing as he flipped from one grainy photograph to another, blinking several times before I realized the haze had nothing to do with my eyes. Whoever had taken the pictures required a lesson in photography, but the monsters’ rugged features were easy to see.

Big, brooding, and rock hard.

And exactly like the roughhewn creatures in my vision.

My pussy quivered from the thought.

Shifting uncomfortably, I reminded myself why I was here. I was a scientist as well as a psychiatrist with a job to perform, one of few women allowed on Earth to do so. Everything had changed in a few short years, men dominating in every manner. For a few seconds, I’d thought this assignment might mean more freedom.

My gut told me I was wrong.

I took another glance, grimacing. Samples. The poor bastards secured deep within the bowels of Earth Two’s scientific facility didn’t even have names, merely the word ‘sample’ and a number. “Yeah, sure.” I was forced to look past him in order to steal a single glance out the window. He was a highly respected doctor, well versed in metaphysics and the kind of man who required women to fawn all over him.

Another rumble of the engine was followed by a nasty dip to the right.

“Shit!” I realized I’d grabbed his arm, digging my nails into his jacket.

He leaned over, whispering in a husky voice that he believed to be sexy, “Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll protect you from them. You’ll be in very good hands. All you have to do is obey.”