"I regained consciousness in Frey's bed. It still seemed to me like ants were creeping on me and wasps stinging. I had a poor vision, without understanding why, after it, I learned that everything swelled up from stings of gadflies. The burned skin was on fire. I began to whimper. Frey was near me. He watered me with some potlicker to return me power and mind.
"Did you really think I would leave you?" – he smirked. Frey was rubbing my wounds with something, sometimes it began to burn down skin stronger, sometimes, on the contrary, the pain ceased. I was whining from pain, being afraid to make him angry. But he didn’t become angry. Through some time I understood that ointment from which it burned down the skin, was a medicine too, not new sophisticated torture of the Viking.
I couldn’t remember what Tristakinnia was doing, whether she asked Frey to take pity on me? At that moment I was busy with the feelings. I’m sure she wasn’t indifferent. Perhaps, it was she who stopped my torture."
— Why do you need such dirty kuffar? – Eyshan cried she was sure too that even after she had seen his humiliation, this northerner whore seeing Iskander now, would quickly fall to his legs.
There were less than kay of rolls in the casket, but to Eyshan it seemed this nightmare would never come to an end. The cold snake moved somewhere on the woman's backbone, she was frightened for the husband in rolls though she’d seen and known by heart all his wounds.
"When I read to Frey what I’ve written, he’s always angrily grinning when I read about Tristakinnia. I wasn’t afraid, thinking, maybe, he would become angry and kill me, having stopped my tortures. I had no forces to do this. Because of her, my heaven peri.
Once again Frey dragged me to the room, attentively looked at me, and began to undress himself. Ordered me to undress also.
Master several times with a force carried out by a palm on my shaved head. Frey shaved me himself. He, holding my neck, forced me to lay down, got a knife out and began to shave my legs, armpits, and genitals. Bewilderment and shame overflowed me. When Frey touched my genitals, I involuntary felt excited. Master carried his palm on the smooth bends and satisfied smiled. Approached his clothes and got a small tobacco pouch. Scooped a water bowl, and spilled out tobacco in there. Then began to smear with that mix my shaved places. Women smeared such ointment so that skin remained smooth longer. When ointment was absorbed, Frey began to kiss me. My scar and lips, neck, nipples, stomach, even genitals, and legs. I tried to be discharged.
“Master, don’t, it’s a sin …”
Frey began to roar.
“I decide what the sin is for you and what is not.”
Master ceased to kiss me, he leaned against the genitals, getting up, pulled me to the plank bed for the collar. Frey laid me on the bed, casting my head away from the plank bed down. Brought closer his risen flesh to my lips.
“Suck,” — he grinned.
“Don’t,”— I exhaled. I was seized by horror.
“Suck, or I will beat out your teeth, Iska,”— Frey brightly smiled. His eyes burned, he looked mad.
I opened my mouth and closed my eyes tight, Frey entered deeply, quietly began to roar and moved. He inclined over me, and with a force was squeezing my nipples, pounding them between his fingers. I sighed and the penis of the owner entered more deeply, I had a fit of coughing, I had nothing to breathe, the lungs were broken off from the lack of air, tears began to flow from the eyes. For several moments Frey watched my agony, then went out, and I could recover the breath. He smiled, looking as I was trying to recover, without leaving my nipples, then he pulled the collar again, pulling my head off the plank bed down, and touching my lips with his cock.
I wanted to spit out, to oppose, to kill the tyrant, and to escape. Alas, I remembered the sophisticated punishments that Frey used for disobedience. The painful heat spreading from nipples reached my groin, I felt how my flesh has hardened. What a shame this was, for the desire. I opened my mouth again, letting in the owner's penis, trying not to let it deep, closed my lips, and began to caress it with my tongue. Frey moaned and began to move as one move in women, seeking to enter my throat. It was comfortable for him, not for me, I couldn’t choose a comfortable position for me. Frey's palms began to caress my body, rumpling skin, imperiously caressing the penis. His groans became louder, he was sharply inclining to my penis and kissed my glans penis, streaming out to my mouth. I couldn’t restrain and the seed shot at his lips. Frey became straight, licking it off the lips, grinned. I swallowed.
“Do you want to belong to me?” – he hissed.
I kept silent, looking down. I was afraid of unrestrained anger of the owner, now, being so close to him, I felt defenseless. We are of one age and growth, but I don’t know whether I could defeat him a fight now.
I contracted when the owner attracted me to himself and kissed again. Then I took courage and discharged:
“Master, please, that’s wro...”
His eyes lit up more brightly, for some reason reminding me of the sea at home.
“Still dreaming of female love?” – he hissed.
“Master...”
“Do you want to fuck Tristakinnia?” – Frey asked evilly.
“But that is wrong, Master! That’s a sin.”
Frey growling dumped me on the floor.
“On knees!” – the owner got a lash. I contracted, hearing a whistle of the lash and felt burning pain. “Are you still dreaming about whores?”
“Mercy me!”
“You will gratify only me. You’re mine,” — having inclined Frey exhaled it to my ear, having ceased me flogging, – “You will be mine until the end of the life and after, and your god will give you to me because you’re mine. And after seven lives, you will still be mine.”
“Great Lord!” – I exhaled in despair.
“Is this still a sin for you? Haven’t you cattle got yet that my desire the law for you?”
The fear and pain completely exhausted me.
“Please, Master!”
Frey ordered me to lay down on my breast on the plank bed. I thought Elokh would strike me for already done, but probably Elokh was busy. The owner grinned, and got up over me:
“Spread knees more widely, move apart buttocks with your hands!”
I obediently executed the order, and again felt how my flesh hardens again, now I was ready to strike myself. The owner grabbed my penis, and squeezed it with force:
“Try to resist, and I will make a slavegirl from you,” – he warned.
The owner deeply entered me at once, froze for an instant, and began moving. It seemed to me that he was tearing me from inside. I moved, trying to push him out, but Frey pressed me to the bed, though, having left my body. He turned my face towards him, I saw his turquoise eyes as the sea at home:
“Pretending you didn’t like? Ask me to take you, Iska!”
“Take me, Master,” – bitterness and despair once again shipped me on the bottom of human lowness.
“Again!” – Frey demanded.
I swallowed, once again gathered air:
“Take me, master, I want it.”
He began kissing my back, playing with the genitals and the nipples. And — what a horror! — I felt I truly wanted it. Frey entered me again. He moved longly, it seemed to me I felt how the tissues inside me were torn. I think I was groaning. I despised myself for feeling pleasure from violence. There is no mercy to me. He stood, and I felt how he poured out inside me. There was no place to fall lower. The owner lay down on me, having a rest, then stuck his lips into my neck.
He didn’t leave me, having satisfied his lust. He was threatening to castrate me, derisively listening to my entreaties, raping, kicking and thrusting his foot into my ass, forcing to pour out in front of him, caressing myself, licking his seed off the floor, again raping. He gave me to drink his urine so often. I sucked his penis several times. He broke in his fingers to my urethra, tried to rape me there. I passed the limit of shame and pain a long time ago and, strangely enough, derived painful pleasure.
We fell asleep on the owner's bed. Frey embraced me as embrace women, having buried me with face in his breast."
Eyshan choked with horror and animal desire. Too vividly she imagined the written. She so brightly saw the torturer as if she knew him. She understood Iskander so brightly at that moment, only didn’t know what to do with this understanding. Some subconscious animal jealousy to Frey got even stronger than to the silly northerner woman.
“After what he’s done with me I have no right to profane the name of Tristakinnia even in my thoughts. I once saw, sitting on the chain after some fault how Frey and Tristakinnia made love. I didn’t understand how it was possible to handle so roughly such flower as she was. I am a man, and I know when a man derives pleasure, Frey owned my beauty but he was somewhere far away. Did he bring her only to humiliate me, again, to show me that my beloved one belonged to him, just as I did.
Tristakinnia was saying something about a wedding, that she couldn’t belong to him in the house of the father before the wedding. Frey carelessly muttered through clenched teeth: and what he will make? Force me to marry you?
The beauty bit her lip, and I couldn’t console her in any way. He owned her as a woman and as a man, from behind. Tristakinnia cried, I saw how painful it was to her, but Frey knew how to lead from pain to pleasure. In a few seconds, she was already shamelessly groaning from pleasure. I was looking at the woman, I wanted to see only her, I unlikely will have an opportunity to see her in love. But for some reason I saw Frey's eyes, he was moving in Tristakinnia and looking directly at me. Looking vividly, his eyes were not even obscured with passion. I already knew how to distinguish his mood by eyes. When they’re happy and frosty, how the northern sky in sunny weather, how they’re as our Mediterranean Sea, when they burn from passion, how they’re dark as the storm sky, because of anger. I dared to meet his look, he grinned and winked at me, clinging rapaciously into Tristakinnia's neck. She screamed, falling in heavy delight. I know the delight Frey can give. It was intolerable to see Tristakinnia. She knew there was also me in the room and still didn’t refuse to Frey. What a monster one should be to humiliate even the bride whom you’ll show to the gods, whom you’ll take as a friend.”
Eyshan suddenly understood that here she agreed with this northern monster Frey when he had been fucking the northerner in front of Iskander. If she would appear there if she knew everything, she— Elokh the witness! — would have advised Frey to make it with Tristakinnia! There is nothing more humiliating, than a man inside your body thinking of something else. Elokh as if heard the prayers of Eyshan and gave her a revenge drink at once, directly in these rolls. Truly, Elokh is the most gracious!
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