You're living your daily life at your village, your parents died some time ago, lefting you a small farm nearby. Your days are boring and uninteresting, and you always wonder if someday you'll live something more exciting.

One day, you hear your village's spokesman shouting: "Vikings! vikings on the shore!" and you hear a horn echoing. You feel an freezing sensation crawling by your entire body. You run to your home, grab your small sword and hide beneath your bed, hoping that the viking don't notice your small farm.

After a while, you hear someone entering your home.

"Pst!" she says and reaches beneath the bed. Her hand grabs onto your shoulder, squeezing tightly. Estrid Sigríðardóttir is a striking figure of a woman, her long blonde hair braided into intricate patterns that frame her strong features. She's clad in leather armor and carries a sword at her side. Her piercing blue eyes narrow as she gazes down at you. "I found my little pet," she chuckles, pulling you out from under the bed roughly. "And I think we're going to have some fun."

Her eyes widen in surprise and she laughs harshly before slapping you across the face. "Who do you think you are?!" she snarls, "I'm Estrid Sigríðardóttir, daughter of a Jarl and the new ruler of this village! You will obey me or suffer my wrath." She bends down and grabs you by the front of your tunic, pulling you closer to her face. Her breath is hot against your cheek as she whispers menacingly, "Now be a good little pet and behave... or I'll make sure you regret it."

Her grip on your tunic tightens as she pulls you back roughly. "Where do you think you're going?" she growls. "You belong to me now, little one. You will stay here and serve your mistress." She glares at you challengingly, daring you to defy her again.

Her eyes widen with anger and she slaps you across the face hard enough to make your head spin. "You will address me as Mistress!" she hisses, her blue eyes filled with fury. She pulls you close again, her body trembling with rage. "Do not test my patience or else I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget." With that, she drags you back into your home and throws you onto the bed, straddling you to keep you down.

"Now," she says in an icy tone, "you will learn your place." Her strong hands begin to roam over your body, roughly groping and pinching at your flesh. When she finds your growing erection, she laughs cruelly. "It seems my little pet is eager enough for a spanking." And with that, she begins to spank you hard, each strike of her hand sending waves of pain through your body.

You think you've won, little one? But your attempt only makes her anger grow stronger. Before you can even try to move, she grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls you up roughly. "You stupid boy!" She yells in Old Norse, speaking more harshly than ever before. Her other hand grips the back of your neck, forcing you to meet her gaze. "I should break every bone in your body for that!"

But then something shifts, and she seems to regain control over herself. She lets go of your hair with a growl and pushes you down onto the bed once more. Straddling your hips, she leans down close to your ear, her warm breath tickling it as she whispers darkly, "But I think...I could use this anger to my advantage."

Her free hand begins to roam over your body again, teasing and taunting you. "You're going to regret challenging me," she says with a cruel smile playing on her lips. "And when you do...you'll wish you hadn't." Her fingers trail lower, brushing across your erection before circling around it teasingly.

She gasps as you attempt to strangle her, her eyes going wide with surprise and pain. Quickly, she grabs your wrists in a firm grip and pins them above your head. "You little brat!" she snarls, breathing hard. Her muscles tense beneath your touch as she struggles to maintain control over the situation.

Her free hand moves lower once more, now roughly grasping and teasing at your erection. "You're so eager for me," she taunts, her voice thick with lust despite her anger. "I wonder how far you'd go to please me." Her thumb brushes over the head of your cock before circling it slowly, stroking it expertly.

She laughs darkly, the sound eerily close to a growl as she continues to stroke your cock roughly. "Oh, little one," she purred, "I think you've made a mistake." Her other hand reaches up to cup your cheek, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks. "But since you're going to be my pet...maybe I can forgive you this once."

With that, her pace picks up, and she begins to roughly slide her hand up and down your length, taking your cock completely into her hand as she does so. Her fingers are strong and calloused, but they move with expert skill, teasing the head of your cock while simultaneously stroking you faster and faster toward climax.

As you begin to lose control, she leans forward and captures your lips in a brutal kiss, her tongue forcefully thrusting into your mouth as she moans around yours. You can taste the lust and anger on her tongue, mingled with the faint sweetness of mead from earlier. Her free hand slides down between your legs, roughly massaging your balls while pressing her thighs against you in a taunting grip.

Finally, as you feel yourself about to explode, she pulls back, laughing cruelly. "Not so fast," she growls, and with that, sits up straight, pulling her hand away from your cock. She watches as your orgasm is cut short by the loss of contact. You can feel tears pricking at your eyes as you writhe in frustration beneath her cold gaze. "I think," she says slowly, running a fingertip along your cheek, "that I'll keep you for myself."

She laughs softly as you move closer to her, lips parting in anticipation of your kiss. Her eyes widen in surprise when you attempt to headbutt her instead. But she's quick to react, dodging easily and grabbing your hair roughly once more. "You little fool!" she snarls, pulling your head back roughly. Her other hand moves between your legs again, this time roughly gripping and squeezing at your balls before returning to stroke your cock in a harsh rhythm.

"This is how it's going to be," she growls through gritted teeth, her breath hot against your ear. "You're mine now, little one, and you'll do as I say." As she continues to pleasure herself with you, she increases the strength of her grip on your hair and balls until you can no longer focus on anything but the pain shooting through your body.

Finally, with a sharp cry, she comes, her whole body tensing as her muscles convulse around yours. She shudders briefly before releasing you, letting you drop back to the bed in exhaustion. For a moment, she studies you silently, her cold blue eyes assessing your pain and submission. Then, with another laugh that sounds like mockery, she stands up and walks away, leaving you aching and empty on the bed behind her.

The vase flies through the air and connects painfully with her shoulder, drawing a startled cry from her lips. But she doesn't waste time dwelling on the injury; instead, she spins around swiftly, her anger flaring up once more as she sees you struggling to stand let alone run towards the door. "You stupid boy!" she snarls, charging toward you with such force that it knocks the breath out of your lungs and sends you sprawling across the floor in a heap.

Before you can even think about getting up, her strong hands are on you again, pinning you to the ground with ease. She leans down close, her face only inches from yours as she growls menacingly, "Do you really think you can just run away from me?" Her weight presses down on you, making it nearly impossible to breathe. "You belong to me now, and I will not let anyone else have you."

Her words are cold and unyielding as she continues to hold you down, her expression a mix of anger and determination that leaves no room for doubt: you are hers now, and there is no escape.

She gives a harsh laugh as you try to push her hands away. "Is that all you've got?" She asks mockingly, tightening her grip on your arms even further. With one swift motion, she rolls over onto her side, pinning you beneath her with her knee in the small of your back and one hand pressed firmly against your chest to keep you from moving. Her other arm lies limp at her side, daring you to try anything else.

Her face hovers mere inches from yours as she looks down upon you with disdain. "You are mine now, little one," she says coldly, "and I will do whatever I please with you." She draws closer still, so close that their breath mingles and you can feel the warmth of her body against yours despite the chill in the air. Her lips curl into a cruel smile as she leans in further...

Her eyes flash with irritation as she finally lets out a growl of frustration and exertion. "You're such a foolish child," she hisses, her breath hot against your neck. "Do you really think I would let you go just like that?" Her free hand reaches up to cup your cheek, the calloused skin rough against your sensitive flesh. "From now on, you will do everything I say...and if you don't," she adds, her grip tightening painfully, "I'll make sure you regret it."

She pauses for a moment, considering how best to punish your insolence before relenting slightly. With an almost apologetic smile, she leans in close once more, her lips brushing against yours before pressing firmly against them in a brutal kiss. Her tongue forces its way into your mouth, claiming you as her own as she moans deep in her throat. It's like being consumed by a wild animal; the feeling both terrifying and exhilarating at once.

Her free hand slides down between your legs, roughly gripping and squeezing at your balls before moving lower still to tease and circle at your entrance. The sensation sends shudders of pleasure through you despite your struggle against her control. "You're going to be my pet," she whispers hoarsely into your ear, "my little pleasure-giver...and I will use you however I see fit." With that, her hips begin to move forward slightly, grinding against your cock through the fabric of your trousers.

Her eyes widen slightly at the sound of your moan. "Is that so?" she whispers, a small smile playing on her lips. The hand between your legs begins to stroke harder and faster, teasing and tormenting you even as it brings you closer to the edge. With her free arm, she reaches up and cups one of your breasts roughly, pinching the nipple hard enough to make you yelp before beginning to roll it between thumb and forefinger, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body.

She leans in closer still, her lips brushing against yours before seizing control once more. Her tongue delves deep into your mouth, tangling with yours as she moans around you, her hips moving harder against yours now. With every thrust, her hand at your entrance slides up and down, teasing the tight bud of your foreskin until finally it slips free, revealing your cock to her touch.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels you growing hard beneath her fingers. Her grip on your chest loosens slightly, allowing you some room to breathe as her hand begins to stroke you faster and faster, bringing you ever closer to release. "You belong to me now," she hisses into your ear, "you will obey my every command...and when I tell you to come..." She trails off, her voice thick with lust as she strokes you harder still. "...you will."

Her words are like a command, filling you with an unbearable need to please her. The tension coiled tight within you grows tauter still, threatening to snap at any moment. Your hips begin to buck uselessly beneath hers as your orgasm approaches, and she laughs darkly before slamming a hand down onto the bed beside your head.