Chapter 16

Bright light shone on Gwynna's face as she slowly came to. She groaned and immediately closed her eyes again. What was she drinking yesterday? Had her friend turned her back on the famous Atomic Bomb Cocktail, which the bartender Freddie mixed with four types of alcohol, blue curacao and lime? Hell, she would never drink again - wait - what?

She wasn't even in New York anymore, she now lived in a small village in Saxony, worked as a healer and - Gwynna groaned again - had just been in a cave when this Konrad….

"Konrad!" Gwynna screamed his name as she widened her eyes again and found herself in a strange environment. She straightened up, ignoring the pounding pain in her head. She looked around. She was lying on a wide bed with black bed posts, one fur on the floor, two against the wall, right next to a window through which the sun was shining. There was a fireplace on the other wall, a large wooden chair in front of it, and a large sword sheathed next to the heavy oak door.

This was undoubtedly a knight's room. Gwynna rubbed her forehead. She knew she was in Kurgan's castle. In his bed and - she looked down at herself - almost naked. Someone had taken off her dress so that she was only dressed in her thin shirt. Just as Gwynna put her legs on the floor to get up, the bedroom door opened and a small, plump woman stepped in, carrying a large wooden tray in her hands. On it was a plate with a roast chicken and a jug of wine with a mug.

Without looking at the young woman, she put the tray on a small table. Before Gwynna could say anything, she was gone again. The smell of the chicken rose in her nostrils and at the same time Gwynna's stomach began to rumble. How long had she not eaten meat? The villagers' diet mainly consisted of grain soups, vegetables and bread. Beer was usually drunk with it. Only Konrad and his family could afford meat.

So Gwynna got up and went to the table. She avoided the dark red wine, but she took a chicken leg and nibbled on it with relish. If prisoners are involved, then at least well fed. She also needed her strength to think about a possible escape. After a while she had reduced the chicken to its bones. Her stomach was now full and now she could think about how to get out of the castle. She couldn't count on the help of the servants, they were probably much too scared to attract the master's wrath.

Gwynna went to the window, which was closed with wooden shutters in the evening, and looked out. From there you could see the forest. In the distance smoke rose from the village chimneys. She leaned forward - no, there were only smooth stones, nothing to hold on to to get down. So the only way was through the door. She went to the solid oak door and pulled the handle, but the door didn't move.

Gwynna wandered around in frustration. What should she do? Why did Brother Erland reveal her hiding place to Konrad of all people? Had he betrayed her? Was he just as afraid of the count as Konrad? No, he would never have let her end up in the Count's bed, he was too virtuous for that. With the prospect of her marriage to Gebhard, Konrad must have induced him to reveal her hiding place.

Gwynna's thoughts were interrupted when she heard heavy footsteps outside the door. Shortly thereafter, a key squeaked in the lock of the door before it slowly opened. Gwynna held her breath when she saw the man standing in the doorway. It was him - Kurgan - he stood in front of her, clothed only in a towel. Apparently he had just come out of the bathroom because his hair was still wet. Gwynna opened her mouth and closed it again when the huge man stepped into the room. Kurgan's penetrating stare held hers captive. He assessed her, waiting. How would she react?

Kurgan was used to women shaking with fear when he approached them. That they whined and cried, pleaded and screamed. What would she do? He stepped closer to the young woman, whose head didn't even come up to his shoulders. Still, she was taller than most women in the area. Plus the golden hair. He raised a hand and stretched it out to the shiny strands. Gwynna didn't flinch, she stood still like a statue when he touched her hair.

When he saw that she was not impressed, the corners of his mouth rose and a look of triumph met his eyes.

"You are not afraid of me?"

Gwynna looked up at him. "No, should I?"

"You don't know that I am feared everywhere? I am the count and you and everybody else are my subjects. My property. You also."

"No one is anyone else's property where I come from," Gwynna said, lifting her chin resolutely. She was not a compliant prisoner.

Kurgan looked up and down at her. "I thought you weren't from the area. You are not one of the peasant folk. Where are you from ?"

"From - from far away, my lord." How could she tell him she was a time traveler?

"Just like me. My people are the Kurgisen from the steppes of Russia. That's why I'm called Kurgan. "He stepped back and went to the table on which the remains of the chicken were still lying. Kurgan took the mug and poured himself the untouched wine.

"You don't drink wine?"

Gwynna turned to him. "The last time I drank wine, I was poisoned with sleeping powder."

"Oh yes, Einar mentioned something like that. Konrad is a coward. But his stepdaughter won't please him anymore. "Kurgan grinned broadly and swallowed the rest of the wine. Gwynna winced. "What did you do to her?"

"I? Nothing, but I wouldn't be so sure about Einar. He loves little virgins. "

"And you allow that? What did the girl do to you? "Kurgan's eyes darkened. Was that blonde little witch criticizing him?

"What I do with whom is none of your business, girl." His voice was deep and threatening.

Gwynna swallowed. Obviously Kurgan did not tolerate criticism. Still, she couldn't keep her mouth shut. "Are you releasing her now? Now that you have me? "

Kurgan thoughtfully turned the mug in his hand. Then he put it down and stepped closer to Gwynna so that she had to lift her head to see his face. He caressed her face with one finger and enjoyed her soft skin. "Hmmm, your skin is as soft as velvet. Maybe I'll let the girl go… "He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her soft mouth.

Gwynna felt his lips on hers. What was that called? Stockholm Syndrome? Because she liked the kiss. Kurgan moved his lips demandingly until she opened her mouth slightly to let his tongue in. She sighed softly when their tongues touched. She noticed how he put his arms around her and pushed her towards the bed. A warm shiver ran through her body. She had never felt this excitement in any other man. She felt herself getting wet between her legs.

When her legs touched the edge of the bed, Kurgan released her mouth. His hands found the neckline of her shirt, which he tore with a jerk. The remains fell to the ground and Gwynna stood naked before him. His blue eyes glowed with need as he looked at her breasts and the dark blonde fluff between her legs. He gave her a push so that she fell back on the bed. Gwynna screamed as Kurgan tore off his towel and presented himself with his erect shaft. He moved over her and propped himself up with one arm to keep himself from crushing her. His hand found her breasts and he caressed her pink nipples with his thumb. With that he drew a groan from her.

Gwynna watched as he lowered his head and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucked on it, then turned his head to her other breast.

"You are beautiful, my flower," he said, moving his mouth further over her stomach to her most sensitive parts. With one hand he stroked the inside of her thigh until he came to her labia and his fingers slid over her moist opening. As his finger circled her clitoris, Gwynna groaned. She closed her eyes and moved her hips against his hand.

Kurgan liked the little witch's reaction. He opened her thighs further and lowered his head between her legs and licked her nectar from her opening with his tongue. Although he usually did not care whether the women were ready for him, for the size of his cock was considerable, he wanted to show the young woman that he was a great lover when his playmate interested him.

Kurgan licked and sucked on her clitoris so that Gwynna opened her mouth and let out a loud moan. She felt her orgasm building slowly as he worked all the sensitive areas with his tongue. Finally she reared up and came with a force she hadn't seen in a long time. "Oh god, Kurgan!" She yelled and sank back on the bed.

Kurgan's head appeared between her thighs with a satisfied grin. He moved on top of her until he positioned his shaft at her opening. Then he jerked into her damp cave. Gwynna screamed again as he stretched it and filled it completely. She felt a slight tug that quickly disappeared as he began to move inside her.

Kurgan thrust deep into her, again and again, her hips moving in unison.

Gwynna was overwhelmed by the feeling. The tip of his tail bumped into her G-spot, so that she floated again on a wave of pleasure. She wrapped his legs around his hips to take him in even deeper. Kurgan was the best lover she had ever had. She took his face in her hands and kissed him passionately, her tongue poking his mouth as he fucked her ad infinitum. When she came she saw stars dancing before her eyes. Kurgan came after two hard thrusts, also grunting loudly and poured his semen in her cave. He fell on the bed next to her and pulled her with him so that she was half on top of him.

"That wasn't bad, little witch." Kurgan closed his eyes contentedly and stretched his long limbs in bed. Gwynna nodded, still dazed from that insane orgasm.

There was a loud knock on the door. Without waiting, it opened and Einar stepped into the room. He grinned when he found his master in bed with Gwynna. Gwynna quickly pulled the covers over her breasts.

"Lord, a delegation from the village is there to pick up the girl."

Kurgan grunted, "She's staying here. She is my new playmate. "

"No the other. In the dungeon. Wido is with her right now. "

Einar stroked the stubble on his chin. "We took the little one pretty hard. Unless you still want her? "

Kurgan shrugged. "What do I care about the child? Give her back to the villagers. And now get out! "

Einar bowed, winked at Gwynna, and disappeared.

In the dungeon Jakomina lay naked on the floor in a hunched position. Her whole body was covered with bruises. Blood and semen dripped from her vagina. Wido had recently left after raping her twice. Jakomina could no longer count how many men had attacked her in the last days after Einar. She didn't care if she would die on the floor. She just wanted her existence to come to an end. She was dishonored, an outcast.

Everyone would see what had happened to her right away. Her hair was dull and caked with dirt. She stank. She was disgusted. When the door creaked open, she winced. Please God, not another!

When she saw Einar, her whole body trembled. He had a simple dress in his hand because hers had been torn to shreds.

He leaned down to Jakomina, who meanwhile had tears running down his face.

"Enjoy yourself, girl. Your stepfather is there to pick you up. Now be a good girl and get dressed. "

Einar grabbed her arm and pulled her to the stand by it. Jakomina winced as she shifted her weight onto her legs. She allowed Einar to pull the dress over her head and tighten the cords on the bodice.

Then he led her to the door. Jakomina could hardly stand up when she and Einar climbed the stone stairs. She was blinded by the sunlight when they stepped into the courtyard. One of her stepfather's carts stood in front of the gate. Konrad and Gebhard sat on the coach box and waited. They hadn't dared to cross the drawbridge.

When Gebhard became aware of his stepsister, he jumped down and wanted to run to her, but his father hissed: "Stay here, stupid. Not that they also take you prisoner! "

"But look. She can hardly walk. "

"The damn Viking brings her."

Konrad narrowed his eyes. He didn't need to ask what had happened to his stepdaughter. It was written on her face. "Whore!" He hissed softly. "Spread her legs straight away, this whore!"

"But father!" Gebhard looked at Konrad in horror. "She was raped! You pretend to have volunteered! "

"No matter. She is dishonored. Come up with the same thing. For me she has no longer any value. "

Einar approached the carriage with the trembling girl and looked contemptuously at Konrad. He became smaller and smaller under the strict gaze of the Viking.

"Here you have your daughter back. Almost new. Well, almost. "With that he took Jakomina around the waist and lifted her onto the wagon. Then he reached into his pocket and pulled out a few gold coins.

"Here, for your daughter's honor. For us Vikings, too, virginity matters. But with a few gold coins you can definitely sell her. "With that he threw the gold coins into Konrad's lap, turned around and disappeared through the gate.

Konrad looked after him with hatred. In the meantime Gebhard had climbed up again after putting a wool blanket over his sister's shoulders.

"Damn bastard. These are my coins that I gave him. "

Then he turned to Jakomina, who sat huddled on the cart like a pile of misery. "We'll talk later, whore." Turning to Gebhard: "And now let's go!"

When the cart finally stopped at Konrad's house, the front door opened and Absildis in tears ran out to hug her daughter again. One could clearly see the bruise on her face that Konrad had given her. Her face was red and puffy. She screamed when she saw the state her daughter was in.

"Oh God, my child, my darling! What did they do to you? "Now Jakomina too began to cry uncontrollably when her mother hugged her.

Konrad snorted disapprovingly. "What do you think, you stupid goose. You can see. They dishonored her. "

Absildis ignored her husband and helped Jakomina get off the cart.

Later Jakomina sat in a tub with hot water and tried to wash off the dirt and body fluids. Her biggest concern, after her shame became apparent, was that she might be pregnant. Because that would also prevent her from entering a monastery. Her stepfather would then leave her for good. And her mother couldn't do anything about it.