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[bonelessviking]

Ivar was covered in blood and it felt blissful to him. They had raided and slaughtered most of the small castle, the village inside of its walls was plentiful with treasures and resources. Only a few had been spared for various reasons. All of the Ragnarssons were enjoying their share of the spoils. However, while the others would be looking at the shiny trinkets, Ivar found himself walking himself through the castle and entering a room where he found a handful of pretty girls. It was clear why they were still breathing; they would make excellent slaves for various reasons.

"My my- what a selection..." He lets his blue eyes scan them over one by one, studying each one until he found Lucrezia in front of him. He had on his legs braces and used a crutch to stand tall when he reached out and touched her pretty blonde hair. "Are you afraid?" he asks, not knowing if she even spoke his language as he studied her face.

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[envyof]

Lucrezia was afraid. There was a wild looking man covered in blood before her. Hundreds of people were dead, and she was trapped here with a handful of other young women.

However, she would not admit it. Lucrezia was a Borgia. She hid her fear and kept her chin raised, refusing to flinch before this man.

"No, I am not," she said, slowly yet clearly. She could speak his language, even though it had been some time since she had learned. "I am Lucrezia Borgia. I know you will return me to my family unharmed, and that they will thank you."

Lucrezia met his gaze evenly. Dressed in fine clothing and jewelry, with her long blonde hair falling over her shoulders, it was clear she was a woman of some status.

[bonelessviking]

"Is that right?" Ivar's eyebrows rose and he smiled at her words. So cute when they thought they were tough. "How are you so sure that your family is still alive, pretty Lucrezia Borgia?" He tilted his head as he asked with curiosity, eyes narrowing as he saw her be bold enough to meet his gaze.

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Lucrezia noticed the way his eyes narrowed. She was being too bold -- if she wanted to survive, she would have to be subtle. Find a balance.

Though it pained her to do so, she offered him a timid smile. "I know they are alive because they are not here." And now, for a gamble: revealing her parentage. "You see, my father is the Holy Father, Pope Alexander VI. I am his only daughter."

It was true, she was a bastard...but as her brother said, they were Borgia bastards. The Pope Himself would pay her ransom.

If she could stay alive long enough.

"And who might you be...sir?" She asked, studying him.

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"I know of Popes and they have no wives or daughters," he declared, hoping to surprise her with his knowledge. "I don't find what you say to be true." He smirked when he determined this and continued to look her over. She was attractive with that smile

Ivar laughed when she continued, "I am no sir. I am Ivar Ragnarsson. Or as many have announced me, Ivar the Boneless." He didn't need to elaborate on the title, he was already using crutches and leg braces in front of her.

"But who we are doesn't matter." He went on, "We only need to know each other's names for a short period of time." His smirk was wicked before he turned to those guarding the women, "I'll take this one."

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Lucrezia was surprised that this man knew anything about her religion at all. "That is usually true, but my mother was his lover before he became Pope. I have two older brothers, too -- Cesare and Juan Borgia. A little brother, too. Please...they are all very dear to me, and I miss them." Fate was cruel. Her trip to this part of Italy to visit a distant cousin was supposed to have ended a week ago. If it wasn't for bad weather, she would be almost home now.

Ivar Ragnarsson...a son of Ragnar? The Ragnar that had plagued the good Christian people for all those years? It would have been hard to believe, had he not called himself 'Ivar the Boneless' as well. Along with Bjorn Ironside, he was the most well known.

Fresh panic kindled inside her, but Lucrezia only let a glimmer of it show.

"Please..." Everything was moving so fast. Ivar was pointing at her, telling a frightening guard he wanted her. As sheltered as Lucrezia had been raised, even she knew what that meant.

"Please, listen to me! Do you not want more gold and jewels and treasure? Priceless things? My family can give you all that you could dream of, I swear it. I -- I even have proof of who I say I am." Her eyes were wide, pleading with him.

The rest of the young girls were beginning to quietly weep. Lucrezia had been their last hope at a way out of this mess alive, mostly unhurt, and free.

Things did not appear to be going well.

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Ivar watched as she became a bit frantic, “Yes. I do want priceless things, but gold and jewels- they have prices, do they not?” He shrugged. “I have no need for those.”

Ivar spoke very softly for a moment as he lingered close to her, “Oh, I do not wish to kill you, bastard daughter of a pope. You may see your family again.” He nodded slowly. “If you are to do as I ask, you can leave here ...whole.” That had a different meaning to her, he imagined. He simply was agreeing to not amputate anything which really, he had no reason to do.

With a nod of his head, the guard moved forward, doing what Ivar could not, and snatch her by the arm and begin to drag her to another room. Ivar smirked at the weeping girls before he turned and followed where his choice had been taken. It was quite surprising to find a nice guest chambers in the castle. Furnished and not completely ransacked.

Ivar eyed the room for weapons that could be used against him. “Tie her to the bed,” he instructed the guard who had Lucrezia’s hands bound together before being tied to a bed post.

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Lucrezia watched him closely as he spoke to her. Is this what evil looks like? she wondered faintly to herself. Another thought quickly followed it: Cesare will kill you slowly for merely speaking to me like this.

It was small comfort; after all he was back in Rome. Nonetheless she kept that thought in the back of her mind. No matter what happened, he would come for her...and avenge her.

Before Lucrezia could question him, the guard grabbed her and pulled her roughly out of the room. She struggled not to trip, turning back in time to see the other frightened ladies. "Please...don't harm them!"

Once they entered empty chambers with Ivar close behind, she felt her heart begin to race at the sight of the large bed. Lucrezia shook her head quickly when the order for her hands to be tied was given.

Part of her wanted to tell and kick and scream...but that would not help the situation. She had to be smart. Use your wits, Lucrezia, she told herself.

"Do you not think tying my hands is a bit much?" she called out to Ivar. Her voice managed not to tremble. "After all, despite my appearance, I am not so very fierce." A nervous bit of laughter -- or rather, hysteria -- bubbled up inside her. Somehow, she managed to contain it.

[bonelessviking]

Ivar rolled his eyes at the pleas and the cries that came from her. "They are not your concern," Although he could easily make them her concern. He waited by the door while the guard did as he asked, watching Lucrezia contain herself despite the hints of anguish on her face.

"It feels appropriate." Ivar watched as the guard left. "Unless you can contain yourself, bastard daughter." He cocked an eyebrow as he looked her over, liking her appearance quite a bit. "Like a lady." He chuckled at the notion that he didn't want a lady. Well, he did, but he had no intention of treating her as such.

Moving towards her, he leaned in, once again bringing his bloodied face close to her clear and pretty one, "Will you behave for me if you are not restrained?" In his hand he kept a long knife, an axe on his belt and a sword on his back. "Or must I say, those girls will be slaughtered if you do not?"

[envyof]

Lucrezia felt even more helpless than before, now that her hands were bound to the bedpost. She couldn't clasp them, fidget, or hold herself. All her focus was on Ivar as he came toward her.

It had been a mistake, letting it show that she cared for the other women. Without thinking she had given him another weapon to wield against her. Stupid...she had been so very stupid...

"I do not know," she said, still managing to keep her head up. It was a bold answer, yet true. Lucrezia didn't know how she would react if... when...he decided to start. "Do you plan on harming me, Ivar?"

She searched his bloodied face. Her own eyes were blue as well, though a lighter shade. Friendlier. They were the shade of clear skies and calm water. His were harder and deeper and held no kindness that she could see.

Still, she had to try.

"Must this happen now? Could we not talk first?" Perhaps help would come if she could stall long enough. "We are very different, you and I. Are you not curious about me?" Or perhaps she could shift his perception of her...from victim to something close to friendship. "I can think of three dozen questions to ask you, already."

[bonelessviking]

"I plan on killing you if you do not obey what I say," he was frank and honest about that. She was a beautiful woman, but she was disposable if she were to be more of a hassle than she was worth. He truly wished to get his needs met from her and leave, not caring one way or another if she ended up finding her family again. Weakness came with caring for the slaves and those victim to the raids.

Yet, she was pretty enough to give her his attention and humor her talkings. "Talk?
I know your people, I am not curious about your lives. They bore me." At his age, he was also far more confident that he knew more than he actually did. He moved to the bed, sitting down on the edge, which allowed him to set aside his crutches. If she did appeal to his ego, that could certainly buy her time; Ivar wanted the world to know and to fear him. "But I will answer your questions if it appeases you."

[envyof]

The matter-of-fact way with which Ivar told her she would die if she did not obey made her feel sick. Lucrezia did not want to die...and yet she would be useless to her family without her virtue. No one would come right out and say that, of course (except perhaps Juan), but she would see it in their eyes. Not all of them, she thought fiercely. Cesare would not think less of me. Nothing could ever change that. The thought of him gave her a bit more courage.

"I suppose compared to raiding and killing, my people would appear boring," she conceded, fighting to keep bitterness and disgust from her tone. Again, a balance had to be struck. Lucrezia wanted to catch his interest without offending him...or exciting him too much.

"Though I do not remember my lessons on your people too well...is it true, that you believe in more gods than the One True God?" There was a sincere spark of curiosity amidst the fear in her eyes. "I cannot imagine worshipping so many...do you have a favorite, or is that not allowed?"

[bonelessviking]

"We do much more than raid and kill," Ivar causally reminded her, but kept a smirk on his lips to suggest that he didn't mind that she viewed Vikings in such a light. "We worship many gods, not only one- to worship one as a One True God would offend the others. I admire Thor and Ty, but I do not choose a favorite for then one may not favor me in battle." A woman taking interest in him was flattering to Ivar, although he didn't much care for her perspective so the conversation would easily stay one sided.

Leaning forward, he began to unlatch his leg braces, which were complex. He would grunt and exhale heavily when removing them, getting great relief when the metal wasn't digging into his legs.

"You talk a great deal for a maiden here. You will not fair well as a slave if you keep with the talking." it was a word of warning he said as he reached out to touch her blond locks.

[envyof]

Lucrezia dearly loved Jesus. Though it would have been frowned upon by the church, she couldn't help but wonder about those other gods. How many were there? Did they approve of all this death and destruction? If he feared one not favoring him in battle, then perhaps they were all as violent as the blood-stained man before her...

She watched as Ivar removed the contraption that seemed to help him walk. Once, she had seen something similar in the streets of Rome. "Were you injured in battle?" she asked. "If you need one, I could find you a healer." Let me go, let me go, untie me and I will help you...please, God, do not let this progress any further...

"What is wrong with talking?" she asked, tilting her head slightly. Hearing the word 'slave' sent a jolt of anxiety through her body.

[bonelessviking]

"No, I was not hurt in this battle," Ivar spoke casually before looking up and catching her gaze to realize she was referring to the braces. "The Gods made me a cripple. No healer can change that." He huffed a bit dismissive of her trying to help.

"Does that bother you?" He discarded the braces and began to untie his pants to open them. "That you will be with a cripple?" He asked, sliding back towards the head of the bed, setting himself up by the post in which she was tied to in order to side beside her. The headboard kept him upright and facing her, casually reaching inside his pants to pull out his cock, stroking it as it slowly grew.

"There are other things you can do with your mouth that is not talking," He tilted his head down to eye her, watching to see if she caught onto his meaning or if she was truly such an ignorant virgin.

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His answer surprised her. Why would one born a cripple wish to fight in battle? “You must be quite talented, fighting like that,” she said. “And your enemies...I’m sure they underestimate you.”

When Ivar asked her if it bothered her, she shook her head. “What bothers me is being taken by force,” she said, allowing some of her contempt to show through in her voice. “I am engaged, you know. To a man from a powerful family — Giovanni Sforza.”

It took a lot of self-restraint not to pull away from Ivar when he set himself up against the headboard, facing her. Lucrezia felt her face warm when he pulled out his cock and began stroking himself.

Oh, she understood his meaning, but chose to ignore it. “There are other things you can do in bed that do not require defiling an innocent young woman,” she replied. “Such as sleeping. Are you not tired from battle?” Lucrezia was becoming increasingly desperate; her small hands kept tugging at the rope, looking for some way to escape. Her wrists were chafing painfully.

And in her mind, she kept praying for a miracle.

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"I am," He did enjoy her compliments and smiled from receiving them. "And they do." Pausing, he continued to reach for her hair as he stroked himself. "Do you underestimate me?" He questioned her with curiosity. "I do not need to take you by force," reminding her of the other girls with his eyes sliding towards the door. "Not if you are willing to do what I ask to save the other women out there."

"But if you choose to leave me as I am, then I'll grow impatient and be done with this talking." Which he was getting closer and closer to as his eyes began to undress her.

"Do I look like I wish to sleep?" he chuckled. "I don't know that man so he means nothing to me. His powerful family can come after mine and die if they wish." All the more for his family.

[envyof]

Do you underestimate me?' he asked her. It seemed too soon to tell. Selfishly, she wished that she hadnt been singled out for this savage to defile. Wished that she was still huddled amongst the other women.

Hopefully, when a chance came for her to escape, he would underestimate her.

"The name Sforza should mean something to you," Lucrezia said. "Their soldiers and wealth, combined with Borgia soldiers and wealth, as well as Rome's army...if I were you, I would be frightened." She smiled with grim amusement. "My brother will cut your heart out himself if you touch me."

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“I do not care.” He bluntly stated completely shameless. “And I do not think such an army cares so much for one small woman.” That really didn’t make too much sense to him. There was family that cared for family but not an army for a single woman; she was clearly lying.

“I look forward to him coming with an impressive attempt.” Ivar grinned at the threat she dug up. “My brothers will use him as target practice if he lives that long.” With that statement, Ivar intentionally touched her, his hand rising to find her shoulder.

“Like I said, I need for you to be silent and use your mouth the way a woman knows how.” Or at least he hoped she knew how. His hand went from her shoulder and slid up the back of her neck, urging her to lean towards him and bend over. “Or I will begin to hurt you.” It was a fair warning he rarely gave anyone. “And I thought I would make you scream with pleasure but-“ he bobbed his head side to side. “I would settle with making you scream by other measures.”

[envyof]

"It would not be for 'one small woman'. It would be an army fighting your people and defending the innocent in the name of Jesus Christ, our Lord and Savior." That would be how her father and brother justified such a thing for her. They will come for me, they will save me, they will, they will...

When Ivar told her he needed her to be silent and 'use her mouth', she paled, and her stomach turned over. Giving pleasure to one such as him...the very idea was abhorrent to her. She was so young, and a virgin. She had never even been kissed before.

The hand he had placed on her shoulder moved to the back of her neck, urging her to lean forward. Lucrezia couldn't help but resist, feeling panic rise in her chest. "No...please," she begged softly, voice trembling. "I don't want to do this..."

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Ivar rolled his eyes and groaned at her explanation, “Enough talking!” Combined with her pleas, his hand gripped tightly in her hair and forced her down, guiding her mouth to meet the head of his cock.

“Bite me and you will wish for a quick death!” He added- something he didn’t typically tell women but this girl was mouthy and fighting back which gave him an inkling that she could rebel. Still, he tried to focus on the wetness and warmth that instantly surrounded his hard member. A sensation that sent a shiver through him as he began to push and pull with his hand to force her struggling mouth to move up and down and pleasure him.

[envyof]

Lucrezia was no match for his strength. With his hand in her hair, he brought her head down to his cock. She had no choice but to take him into her mouth. Her arms strained, still tied to the bed, and she squeezed her eyes shut.

Ivar held onto her hair, guiding her head up and down. Though she tried to focus on anything else -- a prayer, a song, a plan to escape -- she couldn't block out the present. Unable to speak, Lucrezia whimpered.

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“Mmm-“ he hummed, his cock hardening from the sheer notion that she was putting up a serious struggle and he had to hold her to what he wanted her mouth doing. The struggle thrilled him. Made this cripple feel like he had the strength of a much more capable man. In a sense, he certainly did since he had the ability to move around even with his handicaps.

“Good-“ he gave her some praise and eased on his grip just a touch, but continued to use her mouth freely for a few moments more. He allowed her pause to breathe despite the mess of salvia that emerged. “That wasn’t so hard. You were capable of using your mouth for more than talking.”

[envyof]

Had Lucrezia known he enjoyed her struggle, she would have tried to remain as still as possible. That is, if she even could have. Pushing against his hand and trying to pull away was her natural instinct, reaction, to being forced to pleasure a strange man.

His praise meant nothing to her. In fact, it only made her more upset. She felt ashamed already, being forced to do such a thing. When his grip eased and she was allowed to properly breathe, she gasped for air, trying to not openly sob in front of him.

"Please, stop...this is enough," she pleaded. "Please let me go now..."

[bonelessviking]

“Mmm-“ he hummed, his cock hardening from the sheer notion that she was putting up a serious struggle and he had to hold her to what he wanted her mouth doing. The struggle thrilled him. Made this cripple feel like he had the strength of a much more capable man. In a sense, he certainly did since he had the ability to move around even with his handicaps.

Ivar heard her pleas and shook his head calmly, “No, no. This is only the beginning-“ his grip tightened once more in her hair. “Will you undress for me or must I cut off your dress?” He still gave her such a choice but didn’t allow her much time to decide. “If I cut off your dress then I am not to promise what else will get slashed.”

[envyof]

Lucrezia was terrified of what would happen next. Yes, she was betrothed and knew what her duty was in the bedroom, but she thought she would have months to prepare herself mentally.

"I...my hands are still tied. If you untie me, I could undress." If he untied her, she could run. It would take him some time to put those crutches on.

Feel free to have her still get free if you like :)

[bonelessviking]

Ivar had handled many slaves and prisoners in his youthful days so he smirked when she proposed something that could so easily go astray.

“Of course,” he still replied, a calm smile before reaching for his things, where he was able to find a long leather belt. With some skill, he created a loop in the leather and slid it over Lucrezia’s head, creating a leash. With his knife in one hand, the other yanking the leash to tighten it firmly, he released only one of her hands while swiftly reaching to grab the other. His intent was to use the remainder of the rope in her tied wrist and latch her into the headboard.

I'm fine either way! I'll let you choose

[envyof]

Lucrezia was appalled when he slipped the leather over her head like a leash. "I am not a dog! Take this off of me right now!" she demanded, color rising in her face from anger.

One of her hands was freed, and she flexed her fingers to get feeling back. Adrenaline and anticipation had her nearly vibrating from suspense. As soon as the brief window of opportunity presented itself, she lunged away from him, yanking hard on the leash to rip it from his hand.

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Ivar was quick, especially with his disability that he had managed to adapt to. He felt her lunge away and moved to chase her. He grabbed the leash even harder and went for her free hand. In the process he moved himself to use his body weight as a weapon and pinned himself on top of her, nearly causing them to tumble off of the bed. Wrapping the leash around the hand that gripped it with some flicks of his wrist, he pulled tightly, prepared to see her face grow red as he restricting her airway.

“You will obey me-“ he growled, his own face flushed with rage. He stared angrily into her eyes and held the leash close to her face. “Or I will strangle you and fuck your dead corpse until it grows cold!” Nothing about him suggested this was an empty threat as his cock stayed hard against her stomach as he spoke.

[envyof]

For a minute, maybe two, it was pure chaos. Lucrezia shrieked when he managed to pin her to the bed. She had been so close to getting away and out of his reach. If only she had been just a little faster, or a little stronger...

Her cries were cut off when he tightened the leash. Quickly, her hands reached for her throat, trying to loosen the leather. Lucrezia was barely getting any oxygen, and her face was turning pink.

Was this how she would tie? Violated, staring into the crazed eyes of a ruthless savage? That wasn't the last image she wanted in her mind. As she clawed at her throat for air, she closed her tearful eyes and summoned images of family. And with trembling lips she mouthed a prayer.

[bonelessviking]

Crying wasn’t something Ivar minded, he had seen it numerous times before. He just saw it as how women were. Yet it was that praying that he couldn’t stay quiet about.

“Oh? Is your god listening? Is he going to come and strike me down and save you?” He spoke while his free hand tore at her dress, getting right to it. There was no need to waste further time since she wasn’t showing signs of submission beyond what was currently happening. As he moved, the leash would at least loosen for her to breathe but it wasn’t at all on purpose.

Grabbing at her undergarments, Ivar tugged and tore at them one handed to make way for him. His hand reached between her thighs in a violating manner and immediately stuck 2 fingers inside of her to feel her tight pussy, his eyes watching her face as he did.