A bondage idea formed in my head that never really left. So enjoy this rather lighthearted take on how I would have hoped it would have gone back then if me and my fun but occasionally stern aunt went on vacation to one of these faires. Hope you enjoy it and hope you all comment
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I was in awe as I looked around the place, people dressed in medeival garb, old instruments playing by fires that were unneeded on the hot nordic summer day. Old style buildings lay upon the path. “This is so cool Auntie.” I said with a wide smile as I looked up at my aunt.
She looked down at me, smiling. “Well you always did seem to enjoy middle age toys and books when you were younger. So I figured if you were going to fly out to Europe to see me I might as well take you to some of these history faires. And what better way to start off that the Vikings!”
I nodded as I wiped my brow. “I know, I just wish it wasn't so hot.” I paused, blushing a tad. “Still, thank you Aunt Carol.” I said with a smile.
She rolled your eyes. “Your welcome, and yes you've made it quite clear how hot it is. You made me put your disgustingly sweaty shirt into my backpack remember?” I just smiled at her as she shook her head. “Never say Im not a great aunt Jesse.” I smiled at her, all my life I had known her as the fun aunt. She could be stern at times, but what good mentor wasnt? She looked down at me, and to say I was average would be to boring. But in most ways I was. Average height for my age, neither fat, nor really skinny. Brown hair, blue eyes, a deep round navel as well that my aunt had poked a couple of times since I took off my shirt, she knew how ticklish I was.
“Of course you ar-” I paused as I saw a sight that made my heart race. Four men who looked like they could have been cops if not for the fact they were dressed like vikings tugged on what looked a bit like a leash. Behind them a pretty brunette woman was giggling, tugged along, her wrists snugly secured behind her back.
The man in front rang a bell. “Slave for sale! Come to the market for auction! Slave for sale!” A couple of the girl's friends seemed to follow along, two females and one man. A couple took pictures, the others just laughed.
“More civilized than real viking slavers, wouldn't you agree Jesse? Jesse.” She said again, sort of pulling me out of the trance.
“Oh, yeah. I think you're right.” I paused. “I guess? Im not sure. I do guess they have phones.”
My aunt chuckled and waved at me with another roll of her eyes. “Nevermind Jesse you're obviously a tad distracted.” She walked over to a stand to look at some clothes. “A bit to modern to be historically accurate to the time period wouldnt you say?” She said over her shoulder at me as she and the stand owner giggled. “They have some nice khakis though. You want a pair, swear all you brought was soccer shorts to wear. I guess that might endear you to the europeans perhaps but its a rather one-note wardrobe you have.”
“Sure Aunt Carol.” I said, watching from a distance as the woman was lead up onto a stage. The collar around her neck tied to a post as people started rasing their hands.
My aunt looked at me again and put her hand on her hips. “Still distracted I see.” She said walking back over. “That is a humorous sight though.” She said as the bidding stopped. The sole man in the friend group walked over and handed over some cash. He was then handed the lead to the collar and walked off with the brunette in toe as her friends laughed and giggled.
I felt butterflys in my stomach. “It does seem. Really interesting.” I said sheepishly.
My aunt looked at me, raising an eyebrow. “You seem to think it looks really interesting.” She said with a knowing tone.
My cheeks got redder. “I just. I just think it looks interesting.”
She rolled her eyes for a third time now. “Oh really.” She said, placing and arm on my head and leaning towards me as she watched the show. “Would you like to try it out?”
I felt my mouth go dry. I had had an interest in being tied up, and seeing pretty actresses tied up on TV. But I had never told anyone, though I had used duct tape to try tying myself up some before. My Aunt had caught on much to quickly, which surprised me. “Umm. Well maybe.”
She giggled. “Oh Jesse, come on, you're not as slick as you think you are my adorable nephew. I think you think it looks real fun.”
I shrugged. “Maybe. I guess.” I said, my cheeks still red.”
She patted my head. “Wait here.” She said as she walked off and went to speak with the men who had lead the procession a few moments prior. I felt my heart race as she did so, before turning and walking back. “Okay, was a fun discussion.”
“What did they say?” I asked nervous.
She patted my on the shoulder. “Don't worry about it.” She said with a smile. She then walked over to another stall as we enjoyed walking around the faire for about fifteen minuets or so. Suddenly around that time I felt a net cascade over me.
“We got one!” I heard a man cry out.
A woman dressed like a shieldmaiden walked over. “Yep! And finally I get to say dude in distress instead of damsel!” She said laughing as she high fived my Aunt. The rope net went to the ground, completely covering me.
My aunt laughed at the site. “Uh oh Jesse, looks like the viking slavers have a new catch!” She said as the net was pulled off of me.
“Uh oh. Well, maybe I can escape.” I said as my wrists were suddenly tugged behind my back. Very quickly they were cinched tightly together behind my back.
The man chuckled. “I dont think so.” The man said as my heart raced. Finally! I had always wanted to get tied up, and while the rope might have been a tad uncomfortable due to the tightness the feeling of finally being bound overwhelmed that.
My aunt walked over. “Nice knots. Get his elbows as well, dont want him to escape now do we!”
The group laughed as I went “Oomph as I felt my elbows touch and have them secured. The man had a huge size and muscle advantage on me to no ones surprise, and he easily cinched the rope together
Another one of the men there looked at my aunt. “Ankles as well?”
“If you're able.” She replied, her dark hair in a bun somehow reflecting the hot sun as she beamed a smile our way.
The man nodded. I was nervously silent as he squatted down. “I think I can do something.” He said as he took a rope and made a small noose. He then slipped it around one of my ankles, before doing the same to the other ankle. He then lifted up the connecting rope. “There, good enough for short steps.” He said to my aunt.
She nodded. “Good!” She said taking a photo and laughing. “You look like the perfect viking captive after a raid Jesse!” She said, half in a humorous aunt way and half in a friendly mocking sort of way.
Suddenly I let out something I didn't mean to. “To be the perfect captive wouldn't they have to use something to keep me from speaking?”
My aunt raised an eyebrow at me as the shieldmaiden laughed. “Like a gag?” She said barely containing herself. “Oh Im sure we can do something.” She said searching through her bag. “Here opened up.
“Huhmmmphhhh!” I let out as I felt a knot of cloth forced into my mouth and tied firmly behind my head. A leather cloth, that was closer to a belt than a bandana was placed over it and secured just as tightly behind my head. “Mmmphhhhh!” I muffled into my gag.
My aunt walked over, smirking. “I know the perfect way to test this for noise reduction.” She said smirking mischievously.
My eyes went wide a second before I realized what was about to happen. “Nommphh-heheheaamph-ahhahahstahhmmphhh!” I laughed into my gag, squirming in my bonds but barely able to move now as my aunt sent her long and hard nails all over my horribly sensitive belly and sides. I burst into laughter as tears almost immediately came to my cheeks. “Phehessmphahahahah!” The shield maiden joined in. Squeezing my sides as my aunt spider tickled my belly.
“My, he is ticklish!” The shield maiden said with most mockery and surprise as she looked down at me. “Look at him try to squirm away!”
“Hahahsmmpheehesssshahah!”
“Good thing you made those bonds so tight!” My aunt replied. “Okay that gag definitely does its job.” She said chuckling herself as they finally stopped. Leaving me gasping for air mostly through my nose and some through my tight cleavegag.
The man who seemed to be the leader walked over. “Right then, lets get going.” He said, fastening a cloth collar around my throat and lightly tugging me along. “Slave for sale! Come to the market for auction!”
I felt a rush as I felt both entirely helpless but also having some of the most fun I'd ever had. My aunt walked alongside them, filming, and failing to contain her laughter at the sight. The shield maiden spoke up. “Slave for sale! Come to the auction! Finally not a damsel! Finally!”
“Seems like you have a grievance to air Breta.” One of the men said with a chuckle.
She looked over her shoulder smirking. “You try being the first auction every faire because you all need 'a beautiful maiden' instead of one of these oafs.”
The man just laughed in response. My legs were a bit jello in excitement and some embarassment as I was taken up onto the stage. Walking carefully as the ropes turned shackles forced me to take shorter than usual steps. The strong man firmly placed me against a pole where both the lead and my wrists were secured to it. I felt a rush of helplessness. The man practically towered over me and held me against the pole with ease. It was a fantastic rush as I felt as though I at the mercy of a viking band as the man turned to the crowd. “Come one come all! Slave for sale!”
“He wont do his chores but Im sure you can whip him into shape!” My aunt said, getting chuckles from the crowd.
The shield maiden nudged her. “We should hire you, you have better lines than all these dolts put together.”
The man laughed at her before turning to the crowd. “For our next item, we have,” he turned to my aunt who mouthed my name, “Jesse!” He called out. “Yes he wont do his chores, but look at him, a few years of training and he'll make a fine warrior!” He said with a booming voice.
The shieldmaiden looked at me and then to the crowd. “Eh, I'd still beat him!”
The man ignored her. “Thank you Breta. He will also be able to help chop and log wood to prep for the frigid viking winters! Or to help build the longships needed for more raids!”
“He's also deathly ticklish!” My Aunt called out. She paused. “What Im trying to be a salesman!” She said as she reached over to tickle my belly.
My eyes went wide. “Nommmpheesshaha! Phhessmphhh!” I shouted as the others joined in. Soon I felt my sides, belly, ribs, and thighs under a ticklish avalanche. My aunts nails were so hard they left red lines like a highway map of ticklish nerves as tears of laughter rolled down my cheeks.
“Great fun for the whole family!” The Shieldmaiden said mockingly as I pulled against the poles and my bonds to no avail. My head fell back against it as I was out of breath. Laughing again and again, my belly hurting from laughing so hard. I felt a hand hold me against the pole so I could squirm even less.
“Hahahsttahhhaphhh! Hahahaha!”
“Just tell us when you think you've done a good enough demonstration Jesse!” My aunt said mockingly as she stuck a nail into my deep and round navel. Elicting an arching jump from my midsection. “Whats that? I couldn't understand you speak up!”
“Hahahapheesssmphh! Stahahahammphhh!”
Finally after over five minuets of ticklish torment they ceased. My belly was red from the tickling, and my face was even redder from the laughter and tears. The shield maiden walked off and came back holding something I could barely see as I blinked away tears of laughter.
She looked around. “And I bet that belly is perfect for discipline when your property gets out of line!” She said with a smirk. “May I?” She asked my aunt.
“Of course! However you want to get the most money for the merchandise!”
“Thank you.” She said as I noticed she had a paddle.
Suddenly she swung it down onto my belly. “Aghhmmphhieee!” I yelped into the cleave gag.
“Ah, adorable.” She said mockingly. “As you can see, very sensitive and not just to tickling.” She paddled my belly again, another yelp.
My aunt chuckled. “I think ten will do to make the point.”
“I was thinking a dozen.”
“Oh even better!” My aunt said.
She paddled my belly again, a bit harder this time. “Mmmphhiee!” I yelped as it left a stinging sensation on my belly. It was painful, but the fact that this blonde shieldmaiden had me at her mercy. Well my heart rushed once more, even as the next stroke of her paddle stung even more. By the time she finished her dozen I was blinking back tears once more. “Mmmmphhhhhieeahhhieee!” I yelped as she finished, my belly was now very red and stinging at this point.
My Aunt chuckled. “Well done!” She said, stepping off the stage to the front of the crowd.
The man walked up now. “We will start bidding now! Do I hear 2 euros, 2 euros!”
“Very historically accurate.” Breta mumbled.
A couple of people raised their hands. Chuckling at the experience. I looked at my aunt, her arm didn't move. I kept looking at her, giving her a look. She put her hands on her hips. “This is what you wanted Jesse, you. I didn't come here with money to purchase my own nephew! No, whoever buys you, buys you. But it wont be me. Should of thought this out buddy.” She said as Breta surpressed a laugh. “Come on, you can pay more!” The Aunt shouted to the crowd. “I need to get reimbursed for the dinner I bought last night, do I hear thirty Euros!”
“Mmmphhh!” I yelled into my gag.
My aunt just looked at me and smirked. “Not my fault Jes- I mean slave.” She said almost sticking out her tounge. “Shouldn't have made assumptions of who would pay money here.”
I mumbled into my gag as I saw both a stern looking woman and a relatively fit man raise their arms. Finally the woman stopped. “Going once, going twice, sold to the man with the Chelsea hat!” I just stared wide eyed at my aunt as the man handed over fifty euros.
Breta went up to my aunt. “Fifty fifty split sound good?”
I just watched as my lead was undone and the wrists were untied from the pole. I was pulled along over to the gentlemen. My aunt chuckled. “Pleasure doing business!” She said winking at me. I felt a yank from the lead before suddenly I felt myself picked up and placed on the man's shoulder. Her shoulder pressing uncomfortably against my rather tender belly. Bobbing along as he walked away from the auction site as I stared at my aunt mumbling in my gag as her and Breta had a good laugh.
Nice story.
