vigorli

Title: The Ride
Author: legolas_is_mine
Rating: R/ NC17
Disclaimer: This never happened, and no claims are being made about those portrayed within.
Author's Notes: This is thanks to the astonishing work of my beloved Beater, indigo17 without whom none of this would be possible

Viggo glared at Sean, his second in command having had reason to bring his Lord bad news. This rarely resulted in pleasant things for the one giving the news; Sean, being in Viggo’s favour after having found him a pretty new boy to fuck, had been unanimously selected by Karl and Marton to be the one to deliver the news of the vagrants who had set up camp in a clearing in Lord Viggo’s forested estate.

“Get Karl and a dozen of my best guards saddled up and have them meet me in the stables in fifteen minutes,” Viggo ordered. He left Sean to do his bidding and stalked up to his chambers, having decided that he was in the mood for some fun with his new toy.

Orlando was kneeling on the floor at the end of Viggo’s bed, his back was still sore from the beating he had received two nights previously. Viggo had been content to fuck him raw the previous night, digging his fingers into the bruises and welts he had raised on the olive skin during their session the night before. The boy didn’t look up when Viggo entered the room.

“Put these on,” Viggo ordered, throwing a pair of silk trousers and some soft soled slippers to Orlando and going over to his wardrobe to dress himself in clothes suitable for riding.

Orlando pulled on the trousers and slipped his feet into the shoes, wondering what Viggo had planned for him today. He knew better than to ask though, or even to look around curiously. It was best to just accept that Viggo controlled his fate and to simply do as he was told without question.

Once both Master and slave were dressed, Viggo attached Orlando’s leash to his collar and led the boy down to the stables where Karl, Sean and a contingent of Viggo’s guardsmen awaited them.

Viggo unfastened the leash from Orlando’s collar and had Sean bind his hands in front of him with a long length of soft rope. The free end of the rope was then attached to a ring on the back of Viggo’s saddle which had been put there for the purpose of tethering a young foal but Lord Viggo had found that it worked just as well for keeping slaves fit whilst he rode.

“He’s all set, Your Lordship,” Sean declared, patting Orlando reassuringly on the shoulder as he gave Karl last minute advice, filling the other man in on all the details he had on the men they were about to confront.

Viggo turned to Orlando and addressed him imperiously.

“Do try to keep up boy, it is so inconvenient when I am denied my pleasure of a boy because he’s damaged himself through sheer carelessness.”

As he spoke, Viggo nudged his horse into a walk, watching Orlando to see him following obediently.

“Let’s go,” Viggo ordered, kicking at his horse’s side to make the animal trot, causing Orlando to pick up his pace to a slow jog in order not to trip and fall whilst Karl and his troops followed behind.

As they got further into the forest, Orlando found himself having to stay much closer to Viggo’s horse in order to avoid getting his lead rope tangled in the branches of the trees. He heard one of the guards muttering under his breath about Orlando having been brought along on a raid and wondered what was going to happen to him.

It took them several hours to reach the clearing where the brightly painted caravans and campfires of a tribe of gypsies had Viggo pull his horse to an abrupt halt. Orlando stumbled as he nearly lost his footing. The slippers he had been given to wear were more suited to padding around indoors than the kind of exercise they had been subjected to. Orlando looked at the floor as he had been taught, hoping that he would not be punished for the bedraggled state of his footwear.

“Where is your leader?” Viggo enquired of the young girl tending the campfire. She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear. The frightened look increased as Karl rode up just behind his Lord and the men of his patrol appeared from the shelter of the trees. She scuttled off, appearing several minutes later with a slim, dark haired man.

“Yes mate? What can I do for you? M’name’s Johnny,” the man stated, looking up at Viggo curiously.

“Well for a start, you can get off my land,” Viggo replied abruptly, staring down at the leader of the gypsy tribe. The man had dark hair and a goatee; he was dressed flamboyantly in a deep red shirt and black breeches. His outfit was completed by a pair of knee high boots and a large black hat.

“Polite, ain’t he,” Johnny said to one of the younger men who had appeared from the various caravans. The lad grinned for a moment, the smile soon wiped off his face when Karl pulled out his musket.

“You would be wise to obey me when you are trespassing on my land,” Viggo spoke quietly, his tone of voice one that Orlando recognised as being very dangerous to the one addressed thusly. The head of the gypsy tribe did not seem to realise the danger he was in.

“Didn’t realise we were trespassing mate,” Johnny shrugged, his casual manner belied by the knives several of the young men had drawn from their belts. Viggo looked over at Karl, who gestured towards one of his soldiers. The young man came forward, displaying his prize.

The young lady held tightly in his arms was struggling against him, but the sheer size and muscle of the boy was too much for her. The voluptuous young lady had long red hair and was dressed in fine clothes, suggesting her high status within her clan. Viggo looked at her dispassionately. If his interest had not been firmly in those of his own sex, he might have even found her attractive.

“You go, or my men take turns with her right here, right now.”

Johnny went white when Viggo’s threat reached his ears and the leader of the gypsy clan turned to his men.

“Stand down,” he ordered, the anger evident in his voice. When his men looked hesitantly at him, he repeated the order with a shout. “Stand DOWN you idiots, he’s got Kim.”

Viggo nodded to Karl. He trusted his captain to handle this situation with his usual aplomb.

“Eric, give the bint to me and take 9 of the men with you to escort these people off Lord Viggo’s property. We’ll take the little lady back to the castle with us as a guarantee of future behaviour,” Karl ordered, dismounting from his horse and lifting a coil of rope from the horn of the saddle.

Karl secured Kim’s hands firmly behind her back, and then knelt to bind her feet. The girl had yet to stop struggling, even when Karl lifted her and placed her across the neck of his horse before mounting the beast once again.

Johnny had watched this happen with a look of horror on his face whilst the other men and women of the tribe had been hurrying to clear up their belongings. Kim looked up from her undignified perch on Karl’s horse and shook her head at Johnny, silently warning him against risking the lives of the whole clan by attempting a rescue.

“You can come back and fetch the little slut from the same place you leave my lands in one years time from now. If you try anything before then she’ll be killed.” Viggo gave Johnny one last glare before turning to look at Orlando who had retained his position throughout all the action, too scared of Viggo’s wrath to look up even when his curiosity was piqued by the sounds around him.

Viggo tugged lightly on Orlando’s lead rope, warning the boy they were about to start moving again and turned his horse into the forest, riding off in a direction to the west of the castle. Eric split his troops in half and began to lead the gypsies out of the clearing towards the edge of his Lord’s land leaving Karl and two of his most trusted men to take Kim back to the castle.

Orlando stumbled as he struggled to keep up with the pace of Viggo’s horse. Now the problem had been dealt with Viggo was eager to get down to some fun with his slave, having brought the boy along to reward himself with once he had ejected the gypsies from his property. With his hands tied firmly in front of him, Orlando was forced to follow and powerless to stop the various branches and occasional flicks of the horses tail from slapping him in the face.

They arrived at Viggo’s favourite spot for such trysts and the aristocrat dismounted from his horse, unhooking the rope from the horses saddle and using it to drag Orlando over to a sturdy looking tree in the centre of the small clearing. Untying Orlando’s hands, Viggo had him put his arms around the tree before retying them just as securely as before.

“Now boy, let’s get these trousers off you so I can fuck you properly, hmm?” Viggo said, yanking Orlando’s trousers down, leaving them pooled around his slave’s ankles in order to further impede his movement.

Orlando shivered as Viggo removed his own breeches, pressing up behind his slave so the boy could feel his erection. It was clear that Viggo would not be taking his time preparing his slave for his cock today and a scream was ripped from the lad’s throat as Viggo forced his thick arousal into Orlando’s tight channel. His screams were silenced by Viggo’s hand shoving his head forward into the tree to which he was bound, stunning him momentarily.

Lord Viggo did not take his time in achieving his release, as excited as he was by the events of the morning. Once he had spilled his seed within his slave’s body he rested for a while in the clearing, leaving the boy where he was whilst he smoked a pipeful of tobacco and drank deeply from the flask of wine he had had the kitchen skivvies prepare for him.

Orlando moaned quietly as his vision returned; the blow to his head had been hard enough that he had seen stars for a few moments and judging by the pain in his head he was going to have a lovely bruise, if not a bump by which to remember this incident. He worried briefly that Viggo had left him here, helpless and utterly vulnerable to the desires of anyone or anything who might come across him; the sounds of Viggo enjoying his wine reassured him that at least he had not been left for the wolves.

When Viggo finally decided to untie his slave, it felt like he had been bound against the tree for hours although Orlando knew it could not really have been that long. The front of his body was covered in abrasions from where he had rubbed against the tree whilst Viggo was taking his pleasure and his shoulders ached from the time spent bound. However, Viggo was not in a merciful mood and simply pulled up the boy’s trousers and harnessed Orlando to his horse once more before riding for home at a pace which had Orlando gasping for breath as he was dragged behind them.

Sean was waiting to meet his Master as he arrived back at the castle. Karl had arrived some time before with the gypsy girl Kim; it had taken two men to subdue her once she had been removed from the horse, and one of those was now in the infirmary having his face stitched back up.

“The girl’s got spirit alright Sir, though I think Karl is helping her with that.” The look on his right hand man’s face told Lord Viggo all he needed to know about exactly how it was Karl was ensuring the girl’s obedience; he smiled to think of the arrogant girl brought low by Karl’s firm hand and maybe even learning to love her new master the way his slaves always did. Viggo had decided to allow Karl to keep the girl as a reward for his many long and faithful years of diligent and hard work.

Viggo left Sean to deal with his horse as he headed inside to teach his slave about the importance of caring for his clothes...