Training time: Given to the Berserkers


“All, right, my lovely. It’s time to begin your training.”

“Training?” Still naked, I wrapped my arms loosely around my bare form. The look Fergus shot me was wicked.

“Bend over the bed.”

I hurried to obey.

“Such a fine arse. Not too small, not to plump. And a lovely red color. Spread your legs, sweet one.” I rocked from one foot to the other, opening my stance. “Good lass. Now part your bottom cheeks for me.”


A smack on my behind had me hastening to comply. Flushing red as my punished backside, I spread my cheeks and showed him my bottom hole.

“Now there’s a lovely sight,” Fergus said with satisfied awe.

My face burned hot against the bed. Something hard and unyielding touched my back pucker, pushing in so it stretched the tight ring of muscle.

“This is a plug. I carve it out of wood for naughty lassies to wear when they’ve disobeyed. You’ll keep it in, and it will stretch ye to take us.”

My grip tightened on the pelts. “Fergus…please…:”

“Relax. Take a deep breath in. Now blow out.” As air left my lungs, he pushed the bulb in all the way. After the widest part went through, it narrowed sharply, easing the strain.


He worked it in and out while I stifled a whimper.

“How do ye feel?”

I grunted in response. The thing in my backside felt strange but not quite unpleasant. My nipples were as hard as pebbles against the bed.

“Touch yourself.”

“Please…do not make me.”

“If ye cannot, then I will.” He checked me and laughed. “Soaked. Just as I thought.”

“This is not right.”

He dropped a kiss on my bottom cheek. “It is exactly right. Soon ye’ll be able to wear this in your bottom from morn to night.”

“All day?”

“Of course. So we can claim ye whenever we want.”

He twisted the dreadful thing home. “Stand up now, Muriel. Ye can suck me off before ye continue with your chores.”

Captured to be a prize in the brutal Berserker Games…

My life changed forever when the Berserkers took me. These fearsome warriors must find women to keep their lethal rage at bay…and I am an ideal mate.

The Alphas decree that all warriors must compete in a series of Highland Games for my hand. Of all the giant warriors, two have caught my eye, but I have no choice. When the final match is over, I will belong to the ruthless victors. They will possess me fully. I can only hope they will be the two I could come to love…

Given to the Berserkers is a standalone, full-length MFM ménage romance starring two huge, dominant warriors who make it all about the woman.




  1. *I* want to be given to berserkers! (She said in her whiniest voice, lol).

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