I slept very well and this was odd considering I was lying on a floor with my limbs uncomfortably bound to a tipped over stool. My well rested state was more due to the fact that I was interrogated in the nice way the night before. When I looked back on it, I'm not so sure it was the nice way but just the efficient way. I felt great shame when I recounted all the things I had told her. It hadn't even been a one for one trade, so to speak. After the fourth time I had let spill dozens of secrets for just one more moment of release.

My stomach growled. I hadn't eaten in ... wait what time was it? I could only see light passing through small cracks in the wall.

"Wakey wakey" Camicazi exclaimed barging through the door.

"Come back for more, princess." I teased. From the angle I was laying down on the floor I couldn't see if she had her spear or not. However, her response let me know what she was carrying. "Ow." I yelped as she hit me.

"Don't call me princess!" She stated in a very sharp tone. I can't express how much I wanted to tease her again, now knowing her sore spot, but I figured I should wait at least an hour lest my welt gets a bruise on top of it. "Good boy" she said, seeing me withhold my comments. Camicazi ruffled my hair and stood my stool on it's legs.

"Look I'm all for another 'Interrogation' but your not going to get much out of me. And yes I meant that in both ways." I chided. I could feel the air move as she raised her spear behind me. However, several seconds passed and I was not hit. A moment later she set down her spear and began unbinding me.

"If you run ... we still have other means of torture that I'm sure you won't enjoy." Camicazi threatened. A minute went by as I was relieved from my binds.

I tentatively got off the stool and turned to her. She already had her spear pointed towards me.

"Sooo ... where are we going?" I asked.

"Around. You can't keep pets or prisoners tied up all day." Camicazi stated while gesturing to the door.

I stepped outside with Camicazi following closely behind me. I was taken aback by the putrid air the swamp had wafted towards me.

"If you don't care where we walk can we get out of the swamp." I asked with my fingers clamped on my nose.

"Well since you asked ... no." she stated flatly. She gave me a poke and I started walking. Now that I was outside I saw that I had slept until midday. We walked for an hour snaking around the walkways. As we passed women I could see that several of them gave me unpleasant glances and hateful stares. I began to wonder if Camicazi was meant to escort me or protect me.

"Stop here." Camicazi ordered and gestured to the door of the building. As I opened the door I noticed that it had a heavy wooden bar that would lock the room from the outside as soon as the door was shut.

I stopped in the doorway to observe the room. It was furnished with a large bed, a desk, and a few chairs that were nailed to the floor. However, my eye was most drawn to the desk which seemed to have a plate of food and a mug of water on it.

I entered, inching towards the food, as Camicazi entered and closed the door behind us. I heard a distinct thud as the bar fell into place and we were locked in.

"Yes you can eat the food" Camicazi stated, taking a seat in one of the chairs.

I greedily accepted the food, not having eaten for a long time. After I was a few mouthfuls in I paused. Something didn't feel right about this.

"Is ... is this a last meal kind of thing?" I asked.

"Could be." Camicazi replied to my horror. "But it's not." she added.

"Very funny. It's not enough to have the very real possibility of being killed, I also have to deal with you joking about it" I replied.

Camicazi shrugged and replied "Consider it payback for letting me think I was poisoned by your dragon.". I went back to eating with a hint of a smile on my face. Wait a minute ... how could I smile in a situation like this? I looked at her and she smiled back at me. It was kind of ... comforting. Despite her being my captor and I her prisoner I felt there was ... familiarity between us. If that moment just paused I would be somewhat happy but, of course, the trickiness of the lady of the stick should not be underestimated. Her smile grew into a smirk which grew into a giggle.

"What's funny?" I asked. I was met with only giggles. Then it hit me.

"I-It's poisoned?" I asked.

"Just a tiny bit." Camicazi affirmed. "Eat up." she said with a smirk on her face.

I listened to my body for any hint of abnormality. "Well, jokes on you 'cause I feel fi..."

Even before I had regained feeling in my extremities I knew I was tied up again. My eyes fluttered open to see the ceiling of my new cell. I was on the bed ... actually ... I was tied to the bed. My hands were bound together and tied to a mechanism on the headboard that looked like a was a contraption that would allow someone to easily fasten and unfasten my bound hands to the bed. My legs were tied down to the bace of the bed too.

I also noticed that I was not bound in rope like before. Both my arms and my legs felt the softer touch of leather constraints. All in all I would be fairly comfortable if it weren't for the tightness in my crotch. It appeared there was more than just one type of 'poison' in that food. I felt like that at any moment the crotch would tear out of my trousers.

"He is awake now. You can come in." I heard Camicazi say loudly. I looked to my right to see that she had planted herself in a chair with a book at the ready.

The door opened from the outside and a young woman walked in. It seemed to be a fashion in this town for women to do whatever they wanted with their hair. This one had cut off strips of her red hair and tied what hair she had left behind her head. Cami's short hair was weird enough but it seemed like no woman gave any thought to what would make them more atrracti... ohhhhh, right, no men.

"He's not gagged?" the young woman questioned Camicazi.

"It's there if you want it." Camicazi replied. I suddenly realized that I had a strip of cloth loosely fitting around my neck.

"We'll see" the red haired teen stated. She then began doing what I had secretly wished every woman I met would do in front of me for the last four years. She started taking off her clothes. If I had been in a position with a little more power I would have pleaded her to slow down but in no time at all she stood at the foot of my bed with not a scrap of cloth on her.

After seeing her perky breasts and her, lithe, smooth, and curvy body I knew one thing, I couldn't give a yack pie about the way a woman's hair is styled. She crawled onto the bed hovering over me. She paused half way and grabbed the waist of my pants.

"Now, lets see if the rumors are true." the woman said. With one swift motion she pulled my pants down to below my knees, releasing the uncomfortable tightness.

"Well, I guess it will do." the woman stated with a disappointed pout.

"Hey!" I complained. In seconds a hand was brought up over my mouth. I guess she doesn't like complaining ... got it.

"Looks like we will be using this." she said, securing the cloth gag in my mouth. From there her hands traced my jaw and caressed my cheeks.

"Where is his beard?" the woman asked, looking over to Camicazi, who I had forgot was sitting off to the side of the bed.

"I know right!" Camicazi enthusiastically agreed.

" 'm 'owing one 'n" I tried to explain.

"Shh" the woman aggressively commanded. Her hand now trailed down my body and lifted up my shirt. Her fingers ran all around my chest and traced my ribs. As she continued I found that her ministrations were more academic than sensual. Finally her attentions moved lower and she positioned her hips above mine.

I stifled a moan as she grabbed my cock and positioned it at her entrance. She let just the tip explore around her entrance and then she lowered herself half and inch. Gods please make her sit down. She looked hesitant for a moment and then, perhaps by divine intervention, she lowered herself to completely engulf me.

She moaned loudly and I was stunned at what I had just felt. Yeah, it felt amazing but as she lowered herself I felt her maidenhead for a brief moment before it broke, eliciting that moan from her. Why would she waste her maidenhead on a prisoner? This girl just ruined her chance of getting married and ... ohhhhhh, right, no men meant no marriage.

Almost a minute passed before she decided start rocking her hips. She progressed her rocking into a steady bounce, making the bed creak. Despite the whole prisoner thing and the binds, this was everything I had ever hoped it would be. Her hot and slick core was hugging my shaft tightly as she steadily bounced up and down.

Her breasts were bouncing as she continued her motion. As a nice secondary sensation her hot breath was flowing down my chest. The twin sensations kept building and building until a familiar pressure revealed itself in my loins.

This was ... bad. I mean it was great but I couldn't take much more of this. Interrogations and maidenhead's were one thing but I really think Camicazi missed a numbing drug when she laced my food. It was very evident this woman liked 'having fun' with prisoners but I don't think she would want to be impregnated by one. I would have warned her but I was gagged.

I closed my eyes in an attempt to stem the stimulus I was receiving. As if she was trying to make this harder on me she started an assault on my ears as she began to loose valkyric moans. The bed creaked constantly as she quickened her pace. I was quickly shifted up and down from the vigorous rocking motions she was performing.

I ... can't ... ohh gods. I inadvertently bucked my hips and released my seed inside of her. I opened my eyes to see her bounce a few more times before she let out a scream as her stomach muscles visibly tightened.

She rolled off to the side and laid down next to me, breathing heavily on my neck.

"You know ..." she started, pausing to catch her breath. Oh no. I had no idea what the standard reaction was for being impregnated by a prisoner but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be pleasant. "... for a second there I thought you were trying to deny me a daughter." she finished.

WHAT?!

Camicazi POV

I think I had read three words in my book. Freya help me. Now I wish I hadn't encouraged so many women to take part in this ceremony. It's gonna be a long week.

AN: Just for the record I'm all for Gay marriage but in the Viking's time period, no men means no marriage even in societies of only women.