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[M4F] Script: Attacked and Taken by Vikings
🕑 Added 2021-08-02 02:11:43 +0000 UTC<Cara> Hey! Are you there? Hello?
[sorry]
Are you sorry? You know, at this point, I should tell the fishermen that I’ve lost a friend at sea, with how much you’ve been staring at it this past week. What, you don’t think they’re really coming, do you?
[you mean the Vansk?]
Of course I mean the Vansk! Don’t lie to me, I know that’s what you’re thinking about. Come on, you don’t really believe the stories, do you?
[You think they’re lying?]
It was an old man and a crew of boys that claim they saw the ship. No, I don’t think they’re lying. They saw a ship, sure, or… maybe they just saw a wisp of fog roughly shaped like a ship. But, a northern ship? Full of savages? Surely, you don’t believe that.
[The elders do]
Of course the elders believe it! So does every old man within one hundred miles! Anything they need to prove they’re not crazy. But, the guards will be here soon enough, and then all of the senile grumps can finally breathe again. It’s bad enough with everyone holding their breath.
[why don’t you believe them?]
Are you saying you do believe them? It’s been over twenty years since that ship came back. No Vansk has ever been seen outside of the north. The only people who have ever seen them are the ones who went there. Anything could have happened. Who knows if Vanskelldom even has a native people. The sea’s not kind, nor is the winter. Men will say many things to save their pride. A fight to the death with barbarians sounds a lot more valiant than starvation because you weren’t prepared for nature, and no crops would grow.
*sighs* Many men and women sailed north, many, many years before we were born. No one knows their names, how many of them there were, or what happened to them. They left with bright eyes and smiles, and they returned with quiet voices, and eyes that stare down the necks of empty alcohol bottles too often. None of them talk about what happened.
[Some do]
Sure some do! Of course some do, but none of their stories are the same. Wolves wearing the skin of men, creatures who were offered magic by the heavens and accepted a deal with demons instead. Women painted head to toe in dark and evil tattoos that come to life and claim your soul.
[Listener reminds Cara that she has one]
*Suddenly cold and offended; essentially a religious person who was reminded that the devil is real* Stop. I told you, don’t go around showing off those marks. Those… runes, or whatever you want to call them. Your mother was wrong and insane for putting them on you. Some of those old men would want you burned at the stake for having them, you know that?
[so you agree with their descriptions]
Look, damnit, I care about you. You’re my friend. No, I don’t think they’re magical, I’m not sure where she got the design from, but I do fucking know that they match the description that those old shits give when they describe the northerners’ markings. Evil or not, you would be validating every nightmare they’ve ever tried to spread. Let those stories die, please. We don’t need to live in fear, just because they did.
Thank you. Now come on, the day’s getting on, and we’ve been away for too long. Someone might suspect that we’re trying to avoid our chores again.
[A bit of silence]
Do you smell that?
[smell what?]
Do you not? There’s definitely something… It’s like smoke, but, not from a cooking fire or anything. It just smells like wood burning, but that makes no sense. [slight pause, then spots a plume of smoke] Over there! Do you see that? The fire has to be huge, for there to be so much.
*mumbles to self as she realizes* Oh Father help us, someone’s house has to be on fire! That’s coming right from the village. Last time there was a house fire, it took half the population hours to put it all out, and even then some didn’t make it.
[whispers(or other) to signify that something else has the listener’s attention]
Come on, we’ve got to help! Hey! Are you not listening? People could be getting… [sees viking ships, horror starts to set in] getting…. Hurt… Oh, oh no.. What are those? Those ships… they… That’s just like the kind they spotted a few days ago, isn’t it? Does that… [breathing gets harder, borderline panic attack] Does that mean they’re here? Does that mean… the fire! Oh fuck, the village, the whole village. We have to go! We have to help them!
[are you insane? We’re running right into them]
I know we’d be running right into them, but, our families! My brother, my baby brother, I have to save him. My parents, please! We have to try to help!
[agrees and starts to run back to the village together]
I don’t know what we’ll do, but we have to try something, right? What if we could help some of them escape? Wouldn’t you risk it? If you could save some of their lives? I…. I know your mother isn’t… isn’t with us any more, but please, help me?
[agrees again, the two start running faster]
Okay, then come on, faster!
[footsteps continue, sound of fire starts to fade in]
Oh gods, there’s so much smoke, it’s not just one building, there’s no way. Half the village has to be ablaze. Fuck, it makes my eyes sting. Are you doing okay? Alright, come on then, we have to get closer.
[fire slowly starts to fade]
*coughs* No, the fire…. There’s so much of it. Was… was that a scream? Oh no, no, no, no, no, no… This can’t be happening, not here, not to us. *sees her house* No! That… That’s my house! My family…
[fire becomes more intense; enter the burning house]
Do you see anyone? [voice starts to fade] I can’t…I can’t see anybody. Hello? Hello! Wait, what… where did you go? *panicked, seeing the roof collapsing* Wait, watch out! [roof falls in] *screams* No! Are you okay? Can you hear me?
*hears a noise behind her* Who’s there? Who are you? Stop, wait! No, don’t come any closer! *voice becomes muffled and dragged away* Let go of me! What are you doing? Where is my family?
*voice fades to silence, all that’s left is the fire*
*whispers from before return, the same war horn from the beginning sounds. Footsteps slowly approach.*
<Gray from here on out>
Get up.
*pause, growl, and then pot smashes*
Get up! What do you think you are, running into a fire, and then acting like you’re stuck. You can’t act like the bravest person in this pathetic village, and then lay down and give up your life at the first sign of danger. I said get up!
*wood creaking, shirt tearing.*
Good.
*Knife unsheathes*
[Are… are you going to kill me?]
Kill you? *growls* Like this? Cornered, trapped, defenseless? Why. That’s pitiful.
[something about that’s what he did to the rest]
Some of them ran. Some of them chose to be trapped. Some of them just waited till their house took them along with the rafters. So what if that was their fate. It was the one they chose. Is that what you want?! Do you want me to leave you here, so that you choke to death on the smoke and feel your skin go with the fire? You were so ready to lay down your life to save others! Why don’t you do the same for yourself?
[so, you’ll let me go?]
Let you go? *growls* Of course, why wouldn't I? Catch.
*metal clatters to the floor* [what… what is this?]
It’s a knife, don’t look at it like you’ve never seen one before.
[What.. What do I do with it?]
What do you do with it? What did I just say? Get out. Go on, try to.
[but you’re blocking the door]
I know I’m blocking the door, you fucking idiot, so try to get out! Fight me for it, fight for your fucking life! *metal clashes, and dagger falls to the ground again*
Pick it back up! What’s wrong with you, where’s your fire? Do you want to die in here?
Then prove it! *metal clashes twice, then clatters again* Stop dropping the knife! Swing at me! *kicking noise*
*pause* What is that. *louder* What the fuck is that?
[what is what?]
On your chest, where your shirt’s torn, what are those marks? Don’t act like you don’t know what I’m talking about! How can you look me and not see it?! Those are our marks, our runes. How did you get them?
[my mother put them there]
Then what are you doing here.
[what do you mean? I live here]
I don’t care where you live! You don’t belong here, not with runes covering your body. Those only come from one place, you know that, don’t you?
I already said, I don’t care where you live, where you have lived! Maybe you were born here, but that means your mother wasn’t. Those patterns aren’t just something you learn, they’re not just something you create! That’s a language, our language, and whether or not you remember it, it has more meaning and power than you could understand.
*pause, then a few short footsteps*
I changed my mind.
[about what? What are you doing?]
About letting you go. You’ll live. You have to, now, at least until I get my answers. But you’re coming with me.
[No, I’m not!]
Unlike before, I’m not giving you an option. *metal clashes, growls* Go on then, fight back all you want now. *metal a few more times* Nothing’s left for you here anyway! *metal clashes, and dagger falls to the ground one last time* There! *thud of being hit in the head, sound starts to fade, and ears start to ring* And here I thought you were beautiful before. I knew you had some fight in you.
*fire and nature ambiance. Maybe the sea in the background*
*Humming in the distance, but eventually stops*
Are you waking up yet?
Hey! *growls right in her face* Don’t pretend to be asleep. The wolves might think it’s safe to make their move on you.
Lucky I’m not a wolf? *chuckles* Perhaps just as lucky that you’re not prey to be hunted. Right?
[Starts to demand what happened to her friend, etc]
*slap/hit* No. You’re not the one who’s going to be asking questions here. You don’t get to know anything about me. You don’t need to. The questions I have, though, will get answers.
[Like what?]
Like what? Like…
[starts to lift up her shirt]
*growls* Oh for fucks sake, I’m not trying to strip you, stop acting like it. Did you already forget about that mark that saved you the pain of having to swing that dagger more? This one, here, on your chest. No, suddenly you remember. That’s what I thought. Then tell me; what does it mean?
*chuckle* No? Not a clue? Well, isn’t that a shame.
[can’t you read it?]
Oh, I know exactly what it means. I have the same one, here on my shoulder. Though, don’t go thinking that means we’re connected; it’s a very common rune, for a very useful spell.
I said, no questions from you. Especially not that. I will ask you another one though. Why lie to me?
[About what? I haven’t lied!]
You did lie. You do know what that mark means.
[I didn’t! I have no idea!]
*sigh* Then perhaps you’re lying to yourself, if that will stay your answer.
[How would I know what it means?]
Was that another question? *pause* No, I thought not.
*painfully long pause*
[Why are you staring at me?]
*puff* You really need to learn how to listen, don’t you? That was another question. Not many would be as patient as I am. *softer* Though, why I am now, is beyond me.
You really change everything, you know that? That mark changes everything! It goes against every fucking thing we had been told! If you… *growls* If you really don’t know what it means, that means someone else put it there for you. A parent? A sibling? A friend? Fuck, it doesn’t matter, does it? That is all that matters. That fucking rune you have. *roar in anger* I shouldn’t have even looked at it in the first place; then I wouldn’t have known. But that… That means someone here, in your cursed land, has been to our home! Or even worse, that someone from Vanskelldom has been here! *quieter and faster, to himself* Not that it changes what you did to us and our people. It doesn’t undo the blood spilt or the families slain, but it does make me wonder who, and why. You can’t just walk around with runes for no fucking reason, and then kill the people who they came from without a second thought or knowing. Maybe you didn’t even know; we’re not in the wrong place, but everything we know about your leadership is so convoluted and secretive, could they have really done it all without letting on? And then should we even be bothering with the people, or just make a line for the rulers? No, not without converting them first, your people are already sheeps enough, they would never let that happen….
*deep breath and a pause*
And now it’s my turn to ask why you are staring at me. With an expression like that too.
What do I mean? You might think I’m crazy and inhuman with your stories, but I can read a face well enough.
*much closer* Those aren’t the eyes of hatred or revenge. I know them well. Instead, you’re curious, you’re interested.
*even closer* Is the fire really so reflective in your face, or are you actually blushing?
*pause* Just about any answer could have told me to go fuck myself, but no answer at all than to nervously bite at your lip… well, it makes it seem as if you’d rather I fuck anything, but myself.
*growls* Don’t look away when I’m talking to you. What’s the fucking point of avoiding an answer if you want the result? Is this how you try to flirt? Is this how you try to fuck? Did someone tell you it would work? By just staring at a man until he magically understands your thoughts and asks you to follow him to bed? *puff in a dismissive way* No, if you can’t speak your mind then clearly, whatever you’re thinking isn’t important enough. So keep thinking it in silence.
*pause*
*laughs* No, I can’t read your thoughts, that’s why you have to use your mouth. But… I can smell your fear.
*growls* Don’t twist your face like that. I know you’ve lived your life in ignorance, but you can’t be blind. That rune guarantees that. If anyone in this fucking village would have the ability to think out of the ordinary, it would be you, wouldn’t it? It’s not a normal tattoo like your sailors have. It doesn’t just sit beneath your skin and wait to fade. It’s still as dark and alive as the day it was put on you, wasn’t it? *growls deeper* Wasn’t it?
Then tell me, look into my eyes and tell me: do you honestly believe that every story, every whisper you’ve heard about me, about us, is a lie? Made up, to keep you afraid when you are young? *background growling and noises begin* Don’t look away! You know there’s something different, don’t you? A part of the human that is missing. A part that was replaced. *deeper* You are afraid, aren’t you? I can’t read your thoughts, but I *can* smell your fear.
*slight chuckle* As well as that deeper scent seeping through, just like I’m sure your cunt is. But if you want to pretend that you haven’t started aching between the legs, then go ahead. I’ll leave you to whatever thoughts about me have crept in.
Wait, what? Have you gone and changed your mind? Listen to me, girl, you know what you are, don’t you? Right now? Your hands are bound, you’re waiting on the beach; you’re not going back home. You’re my prisoner, and I’m taking you with me. I know you might not like that, but that’s not changing. But don’t you dare go fucking spreading your legs for me like it will get you out of this! Do you understand that? *slaps* No, I want a fucking answer!
[replies]
*growls* Finally. Is that what it took? My hand around your throat to get even a squeak of a response? Your musk is starting to fill the air… but even if that is how badly you want this, how badly you want me. I’m not sure I feel the same. Shy, quiet, and unmoving. Don’t you remember what I told you before? I want to see your fire, I want a fucking fight! You can’t even say what you want, if I fuck you, it would be like fucking a doll, limp and pathetic, till I’m finished. Where’s the fun in that? Would you even move? Would you bite back? No, I don’t want a body to use and throw away. There’s no fun in that.
What was that? You’d do what? Speak up, for fucks sake, didn’t you just hear me? Do you really want to fuck me, you whore? Are you sure? I don’t believe you! Whisper your words to the ocean if you want, I can’t hear them.
*much closer* Louder. *pause* Would you? Are you sure? Then tell me, what do you want. *chuckles* No, try again. Didn’t I just say? I don’t want to fuck you. I want you to fuck me back.
There’s a good girl. Finally got your pulse high enough to raise your voice?
What do you mean what am I doing? How are you supposed to move around when you’re tied up? Didn’t you hear me? Maybe, if you ask me nicely, I’ll strap you down and fuck you like prey caught in a trap you are, but not now. I want to watch you writhe, I want to hear you scream, I want to feel your nails tear my back apart because your cunt is being ruined for any cock but mine. Do you understand that?
*armor starts coming off*
*laughs* Not even going to move, are you? You don’t care where. The rocks will bruise and cut you, you know that. *pause* No, I’m not complaining at all.
*starts fucking, moans from here on out*
Fuck, you were soaking wet for me. How long were you staring me, thinking about this? Hmmm, but it got so much better when I wrapped my hand around your throat, didn’t it? I could practically see your cunt throb, with the gasp you gave out, and the way your eyes widened. Do you like that? The way my fingers lace together around the back as I squeeze? Or do you like the pressure on your collarbone, using it to push you onto my cock?
*little bit of improv*
Come on, don’t just grab at the ground, are you afraid to touch me back? Didn’t I say I wanted your nails on my back? There you go, good girl. *fucking harder* Come on, don’t just rest them there *slaps* Do you need me to fuck you even harder? Don’t you bite back? Or do you need me to bite you first, to do that? *muffled noise, biting neck* Finally making some noise? Is this what you want? You don’t become a real slut until it stings a bit? You need to left bruised and marked? Or do you just want to be marked so everyone knows what you did. What I did to you?
*growls in pain* Fuck, your nails are sharp! That’s it, fuck, your pussy tightened at the same time, harder! Don’t you want to mark me too? So that anyone who sees will put two and two together? And realize that the poor fucking prisoner girl gets fucked by her captors cock? And that she loves it? Your people might think you were trying to fight back to get me off, but mine won’t. They’ll all know you fought back to get me to fuck you even harder. You didn’t give me the battle I wanted, so I have to take it out on your holes.
*slaps* Don’t stop moving now! You were so happy to rock those hips before my cock was inside of you; didn’t you say that I wouldn’t have to do all the work? *growling laugh* Oh? Did you like that? You want your cheeks to sting too? Your neck, your cunt, and now your face. Is that what you want? To not just remember the feeling of me in your pussy, but to feel my touch all over your body? Every inch of you, sore from being used, stinging for days afterwards, making you think about it and want it again, and again? *slaps* What do you say?
Good girl. Then how’s this? *slaps breast* Your tits need attention too, don’t they? Till they’re as red and hot as your face? *slaps again* Your nipples too? Is it enough… if I pinch them? Twist them? Do you like that? Rolling them back and forth, between my fingers? That’s it, squeeze that cunt again, try to milk my cock as much as you want. Show me how badly you want me cum. What if I use my mouth instead? Are my teeth better? *slightly muffled* Feeling them just barely slip through, after being bitten?
Harder? I’ll fuck you harder, you bitch, but only if you say it louder. Come on! Buck those hips more, try to fuck me cock deeper into you. Faster, slave! Isn’t that what you are? A slave to my cock? You were so distracted about it before, you didn’t seem to care at all that you were captured. Then go on, louder! Louder! I said I want to hear you scream! Who’s going to hear you? What are you afraid of? Don’t you want to show me how good I feel? To make me want to fuck you even more?
There you go, good fucking girl. *little bit of improv*
What’s that? You’re going to cum? *growl chuckle* No, not yet. Hold it, slave. Fuck toy. That’s right hold it in. Don’t fucking whine! Roll over. Yes, roll over, stick that ass into the air. You said you wanted to feel me everywhere, didn’t you? Your back hasn’t been touched yet, even though you’ve cut lines down mine. So roll over, on your knees!
There you go *grunting continues* Fuck, you can bounce back so much easier like this. Do you like that? Being able to push my cock even deeper into that cunt? While my hips slam into your ass? Good girl. *spank* *chuckle* What else did you expect, with your ass in the air? Don’t gasp like you weren’t expecting it. You want that too, don’t you? *spank* Good girl, that’s it. Fuck, lean back, let me grab your hair. You like that? Me pulling your hair back, like you’re a fucking rabid animal on a leash? Or like I’m pulling on your reigns? *spank* It makes you moan even louder, doesn’t it? Don’t you dare cum yet! Hold it more.
*slight improv*
You need to cum? You can’t hold it anymore? Then fucking beg for it! If you need to cum that badly, make me give it to you, beg me to fuck you harder! That’s it, what do you say? Louder, slave! Then cum, cum on my cock, I won’t stop fucking you till you’re done, and you’re pussy can’t take it anymore. I want to feel it clench and quiver on me!
That’s it, good girl cum for me. *little bit of improv*
Does that feel better? Don’t relax, not yet, get up on your knees. You might have finished, but I haven’t yet.
What do you mean ‘wait’? I lie on my back?
*laughter* Mmmmm, I did say I wanted to see your enthusiasm and ferocity, I suppose. Is that what you have in mind? *chuckles* Maybe you are the same girl who ran into the fire. And for that, maybe I’ll give you what you want.
*laying down noises??*
*moaning continues* Fuck, so you’re not all out of energy, are you? Not at all, you’re moving your hips even faster than before. *groan and chuckle* Oh, you couldn’t leave just one part of my body marked, could you? It’s only fair, I suppose, but fuck are your nails sharp on my chest. That’s it, faster, fuck! Oh no, if you’re going to ride me, you’re going to look into my eyes when you do it. I don’t care if it feels so good that you want to roll up at the sky. Plus, you like my hand around your throat, don’t you? Then isn’t it the best way to hold you here?
Fuck! You really are trying to drain the cum out of me, aren’t you? Good girl, that’s it. Faster, faster. Fuck, the weight of your hips slaming onto me is too fucking good. Is this what you want? To ride me till I fill you up?
*improv to finish*
*grunts* Stop, stop! Fuck! You’re not going to get any more out of me, not till you let my cock rest for a bit *chuckles* But… *chuckle* fuck.. It is good to see that you really do have a wild side after all.
I’m not letting you go though, you know that, don’t you?
Good.
Though… I think I’ll have to keep you close by on the ride back over the waves. Who knows when I might need a break to… relieve some tension.
