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Surrendering Her Anal Virginity To The Viking!
(Nicola Diaz)

We are lined up like cattle, in straight lines, walked to the platform, paraded in front of the Vikings who have come to purchase us, and then sold to the highest bidder. I always knew that this day would come, being born into a family of slaves, but I really didn't think that it would come so soon. I also didn't think that the parts of myself that I liked so much, my perfect full breasts, my curvaceous thighs, my light hazel eyes and my beautiful golden locks would be what determined the price I fetched. 



I step up on the platform, and sink into myself, trying to hide the parts of me that will make me appealing to the large men with their piercing eyes, beards, and huge bulges in their pants that make me think that whatever one of these men purchases me will really make my life difficult. If this situation were any different, I might have found a few of them attractive, their masculinity coming off them with the thick beads of sweat and ale, but this situation is so far removed from anything even vaguely romantic that I cannot bring myself even to look up. 



Our auctioneer is drunk too, too drunk, and he comes up to me, lifting my face to the captive audience. I close my eyes, not wanting to see who is bidding on me, all of the Vikings sounding the same in the relative darkness. He lifts my skirt too, showing off my legs, and I try to gather my dress back over myself, to no avail. The man with his hands far up my thighs now is insistent on showing off every part of me to the men who sound like they are salivating at the mere prospect of me now.