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Enthralled - Taken by the Viking
Enthralled - Taken by the Viking
Enthralled - Taken by the Viking
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Enthralled - Taken by the Viking

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Captured by Vikings after a raid on his small village, Segan, a simple herder, is confused for a woman by the men. But when the bearded warriors find out what hangs between Segan's legs, it doesn't stop the invaders from wanting to use him as they would use a woman.

Given to Olaf, a giant among men, Segan is forced into a woman's dress by his captors and humiliated by the monster of a man before being carried away and made to serve the cruel and well endowed giant.

Now Segan has only two choices in front of him, fight and die, or give in to the men across the sea. And when Thoric, the handsome and battle worn leader of the raiders claims Segan as his thrall, the choice is made harder. Thoric's gentle touch and promise of protection in return for obedience may be more than the confused captive can resist...

This 11,350 word short story contains explicit gay coupling, multiple partners, humiliation, and scenes of historical violence that might upset some readers.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherC. Sabante
Release dateOct 11, 2013
ISBN9781497797093
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    Enthralled - Taken by the Viking - Cindel Sabante

    The midday sun beat down upon the earth as I lounged under an ancient tree. In the fields were my father's flock, nearly twenty head in total. Some of the finest sheep on the isle and he trusted me with their safe keeping. I patted the bow lying in the dirt for comfort. If nothing else would win his favor, I would make him proud in this duty.

    I was miles from our village now. The best grazing was on the far side of the hills, near the water's edge. Gently sloping hills gave way to a grassy meadow with its own pond for the animals to drink. Hills rang the meadow on three sides, while the fourth gave way to steep cliffs that dropped off to the rocky beach below. There wasn't much worry there though. Most of the sheep were smart enough to stay from the edge. Those that weren't were herded back by Cormac, one of my father's best and brightest herding dogs.

    That was how I'd spent the past three days and nights. Cormac watched the herd during the day while I napped. At night, by the light of a fire, I would watch the sheep slumber; always wary of wolves, wild dogs, or the occasional poacher. I'd actually managed to frighten off a group of hungry animals two nights past with the help of Cormac. But I wasn't in a hurry to repeat that task again.

    If I had to scare off the random wolf to garner my father's praise, then so be it. Besides, I enjoyed my little hilltop, far from the village that mocked me for being of little use to anyone. Here, with only the sound of the waves crashing into the rocks below, I was at peace. This was the life for me. Segan the shepherd, I thought as I stared out at the meadow. I could do worse.

    I pulled one of my last bread loaves from a bag and ripped it in two as I smiled out at my flock. In another day's time I would have to lead them back to the village and restock, but until then, I could enjoy the solitude.

    I leaned back against the tree, shutting me eyes as I chewed on the hard bread. Sheep were bleating and the waves were crashing but else wise, it was quiet. So quiet that when I heard the sound of metal on rock, my ears perked and I sat up straight. Next to me, Cormac was alert as well. Whatever the sound was, he'd heard it too.

    I reached for my bow and strained my ears, trying to locate whatever was making such a sound. I didn't have to wait long to hear the noise again. And again. And again. The sound was growing louder, along with the sound of voices. Deep voices. All carried by the winds coming over the cliff.

    Cormac, walk on, I said in a voice barely above a whisper. Away to me. Bring the herd in. The dog moved out, flanking the herd slowly as I picked up the bow and nocked an arrow. Lord protect me on this day.

    Metal hit stone again. Close this time. My hands shook and my heart beat wickedly in my chest as I watched the edge of the cliffs. Visions of monsters rising from the sea flooded my mind. What was causing the noise? And should I really be so afraid? Would father and the other men in the village laugh when they heard tale of how I

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