Andromeda, a novel by Joe Nobel, Part 61 -- in her element

Anna felt her head spin, hearing this from her Valkyrie — the part about slaves not having the right to refuse. She imagined what it would be like to be handed around, and taken so wantonly. She hoped that the Valkyrie couldn’t sense the temperature rise in her loins, but feared her guide was reading her like a book. This embarrassed her.

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The solstice sun was sitting on the horizon above the endless ocean when they arrived at Odin's hall, Valhalla. Although the night’s orgy had not yet started, chaos was all around them as burly warriors of times long past made their way to the countless rows of wooden tables. These men arrived none the worse for re-enacting their final battle and deaths. Spry and sassy wood nymphs led each group of Vikings to their places. Whenever a warrior tried to pinch a nipple or grab a handful of rump, the lithe nymph would dance out of the way with the slightest motion and slap the crude hand. She’d giggle, and tell him with a tsk-tsk that the slave girls would be available soon.

Anna heard a moan from above. She looked up to the ceiling. Row upon row of wrought iron cages hung from the wood beam rafters, each one containing a naked slave girl. Directly above her, she could only see each girl’s legs and bottom as they sat cross-legged in their round little cages. Looking further down the rows, she saw the slave girls eyeing the warriors as the hall filled up. Some were waving at their would-be conquerors, smiling and winking to be chosen. Others had the look of dread at their imminent ravagement. One was crying as she clung with white knuckled grips to the bars of her cage.

Just when Anna noticed a series of empty cages further down the hall, Mist ushered her aside to make way for a line of slave girls in tow. They wore leather collars with leashes connecting them in a chain. A perky little wood nymph, who clearly enjoyed her duties, led them. Two Valkyries trailed the line, pulling one reluctant slave along who dug her feet in every step of the way.

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The Valkyries eventually got tired of that girl’s resistance and threw her across one of the wooden tables. It happened just a few steps away from Anna, so she got a front row view of Valkyrie discipline. One Valkyrie sat on the girl’s back, holding her down, while the other produced a long leather quirt from her belt and started whipping the slave’s bottom. She didn’t stop until the girl gave up struggling and lay compliantly on the table. Only after she was submissive and humbled was she was led away to catch up with the rest of her line.

Anna could see tears well up in her eyes. “Oh, my,” she gasped.

“Remember,” Mist whispered, “every one of these girls is here as her final reward in the afterlife.”

“What?”

“They all chose to live eternity as sex slaves.”

“But, why would they —”

“Anna, you of all people have to ask?”

Anna had no answer. She wondered if she might be mistaken for a slave girl. Her sex grew hotter at the prospect. It was the same betrayal by her body that Uri first found so fascinating.

“Come, let’s follow them and watch as they’re lifted up into their cages,” Mist said, grabbing Anna’s hand. She didn’t give Anna a chance to protest, but then again, Anna put up no resistance.

The hall filled quickly as she and her Valkyrie made their way along the aisles between the tables. Serving wenches set flagons of ale and platters of roast boar. Songs from one tribe competed with those of others. They caught up with the chain of slave girls. By then, their leashes and collars had been removed, and the two Valkyries leading them were lifting the girls into their cages one at a time. Once a girl was in, a Valkyrie would close the cage bottom, and she could do nothing more but look down at the hall filling around her.

When the girls were all lifted into place, there was one empty cage left in that row. Mist and the two other Valkyries turned their eyes towards Anna.

“No!” Anna said, backing away. “I don’t want this!”

“Don’t want what?” Mist asked.

“The cage.”

“No one said anything about putting you in a cage; a night of sexual abandonment; all your lusts fulfilled,” Mist said.

“Look at you, Andromeda.”

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She called me Andromeda; my slave name.

“You’re hot and wet.”

“I am not!” Anna replied defensively.

Mist looked at her, seeing right through her.

“No,” Anna said. She knew she had lost. Or maybe she had finally won. “Yes,” she quivered.

Mist held Anna while the other two Valkyries pulled her black dress off. Mist then lifted Anna into the remaining cage. She winked at Anna as the bottom latched shut.

Before Anna knew what was happening, she too was looking down at the hall with barbarians. Now that she was locked in place with her fate sealed, the waiting became the worst part.

… to be continued …

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