...r hands in one of his own, quickly looking around and grabbing some building rope from the table beside them. The female viking roughly pushed against him, doing her best to release herself from he other's grip. It was to no avail, and soon, much to Ruffnut's dismay, she sat, feet and wrists bound.
"Tuffnut! What in Odin's name is going on!" She screamed, tugging against the ropes in desperate hope for escape. "LET. ME. GO!" She yelled, body violently squirming on the floor. The dominant male grinned down. Watching his sister's well formed body rive and struggle before him. He felt as his manhood began to erect, rubbing through the thick wool pants to find a pathetic form or release. A look of fear flashed through his sister's eyes as she began to understand what was happening.
"Tuff... Don't do it!" Came her desperate call, even her thunderous voice being brought down. "Shut up." The boy snapped, pulling a chair out from beneath the table and taking a seat within it. "Scoot on over here." He grinned. The girl stared at him, disgust filling her face. "Fuck you!" She spat, wobbling as she slowly began to rise to her feet, hoping to be able to hop away.
The boy quickly rose from his seat, angrily snarling as he thudded over to the girl, grabbing onto one of the matted braids once more and roughly pulling her over to the chair. He yanked the ha...