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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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“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.”

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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