“Then do not say anything, young one.” She was smiling as she boldly pushed his robe all the way up to his waist. “And I am allowing you to do everything you want to me.”
“But my lady…” Panic gripped him and he felt faint.
“Hush, little acolyte, not another word…” The lustful woman laughed and pushed his robe up high enough to reveal his blood engorged erection. “I see this part of you has no regard for any of your fears.”
“My l-l-lady.” Eustace almost wept, shivering violently as she wrapped her fingers around the dense girth of his throbbing virgin cock. The sensation of her soft fingers on his painful erection left him light headed.
With wide eyed fear, he watched Bella lick her lips and stroke his cock. She seemed to know what to do and the look of awe in her eyes told him that she was impressed by his cock. She pulled down the foreskin to expose the pre-cum dribbling cockhead and leaned over him to plant a hungry kiss on it. A wave of torturous pleasure rippled all though his frail, resigned body. She didn’t stop there; taking the full head into her mouth she gave it a few deep sucks and released it with a sharp slurping sound. Eustace trembled like a leaf and murmured a prayer of forgiveness for this surely was an act most blasphemous.
Bella was grinning like a hungry wolf as she went down on his rebellious surging erection. Try as he might to divert his mind from it, his cock seemed to have a will all its own. It surged upward as she took nearly half of his lengthy girth down her throat and stroked the rest of it furiously. He had not even known a woman would want to do something like this, though he had heard such vile talk, and dismissed them as the ways of the sinner. But how could something that felt so good, so pleasurable, be considered a sin? Eustace fought with his own consciences and rationale as with all her evident experience in such matters, the Lady Fontaine took Eustace to heights of pleasure that he would never have even considered in his wildest most damnable dreams. He stiffened sharply and cried out for mercy and forgiveness and the sagged back down. The strangest and yet most pleasurable feeling arrested his entire body and he felt as if all the weight of the world lift off of him. His cock surged in her mouth and with an explosive release his virgin seed erupted in waves of thick splashes, making him tremble violently and grasp the chair with white knuckled hands. The woman pulled herself back until only the spewing cockhead was in her mouth. She looked up at him as she sucked on his tortured cock head, making all sorts of moaning sounds as if she thoroughly savored the discharge from his convulsing cock.
When she finally relinquished his spent member, he lay on his back upon the large chair and breathed heavily. But his young cock remained hard and erect as it was before his sinful ejaculation, no matter how much he prayed for it to subside. The lady of the house licked his cock clean and lathered it with more of her saliva, sending more and more tendrils of torturous delight through him. Then she abruptly released him and stood up to lift her nightgown up to her hips. He gasped with wide eyed horror at the full view of her forbidden fruit. The first time he had ever seen a woman in that shameful state. Brazenly biting her lower lip, she moved over him and placed the throbbing head of his cock against the dripping lips of her hungering pussy. His errant cock twitched in her hand without his consent, making her laugh out loud. She guided his cock inside her, slowly taking in his thickness inch by inch much to his heightened terror. The sensation of her tight yet slick love canal gripping over his rogue of an organ filled him with a pleasure that could only be described as heavenly; no matter how heinous the act appeared to be.
Eustace gasped and panted, doing little to conceal the fact that he had never felt the tight warmth of a woman even as his organ grew harder and thicker inside Bella, stretching her wide. Her moans of pleasure told him that she loved the feeling of being impaled on his errant organ. She placed her palms down on his flat chest and lifted her hips upward, allowing his near foot long cock to slide slowly out of her. She had to lift herself quite high to have only his cockhead inside her. The tightness of her pussy squeezed down hard on his pulsating knob, making him squirm and writhe with pleasure, and yet his frazzled mind struggled against the natural need of his young healthy body.
“You don’t have to keep fighting it, you know.” The Lady Fontaine purred into his frightened face as she leaned over him. “You’re not a virgin anymore, and your sacred vows of abstinence are broken even before you could take them. So you might as well relax and enjoy this.”
“Uhh… but… my lady.” He stared back at her lovely face in utter horror. “I am damned to burn in…”
“Nonsense, you fool.” She laughed into his face. “Now grab a hold of my beautiful ass and help me ride you… come on.”
Stunned by her brazen words, Eustace begged for forgiveness, even as his anxious hands gingerly reached for her plush behind. The sensation of her soft round flesh was nothing like he had ever experienced before, making him wonder if the choices he made in this all to short a life were the wrong ones. She threw back her head and laughed before slamming herself back down on him. The entire length of his thickness speared into her and she cried out. Pleasure and pain streaked through him as she shamelessly wiggled her hips, letting his young hardness explore the wonders inside her womanliness. She rose and fell wildly over him, his thick cock stretching her over and over. It wouldn’t be long now as he felt another surging turbulence building up within his tightened testicles. He shuddered violently and grasped at her yielding buttocks as she squeezed on him even harder. Then it gave way, rushing all the way out of his balls and though the lengthy shaft to come gushing out of his cockhead deep inside her, the exquisite euphoria of his first ever mind blowing orgasm within a woman.
The frenzied woman cried out and dug her nails into his slender arms, making him wince as she ground against him. His thickness deep inside her throbbed and pulsed as she released in tandem with his orgasm. He felt the gush of her release wash over his cock as he kept filling her with his young virile seed for the second time that evening. Bella kissed his face, his lips and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Her moans of pleasure mingled with his own and she held on to him as they shivered against each other with brazen shameless passion.
The sound of the door creaking open made the both of them freeze. As one they turned their heads to face the intruder. Before them stood the short, portly form of Father Julian Braymer in the unmistakable brown robes of a fully ordained man of the Cloth. His eyes were wide and his mouth wider still, he had dropped the several scrolls and books he was carrying, and his hands were twitching by his sides.
Eustace felt his inside congeal and freeze. A deep sense of shame washed over him, and he feebly struggled to rise, but the young woman was stronger than him and held him down as she stared brazenly back at the horrified resident priest of the chapel.
“Ah, Father Julian.” Bella had a calm smile on her lovely face as she remained where she was, straddled over Eustace with his cock still deep inside her.
“What in the name of the Lord…” The stout man finally sputtered. “This is blasphemy… this sin is unforgivable. Eustace, you will burn for Eter…”
“That is enough, my good man.” Bella sounded brash and disrespectful. “Tell me… what brings you barging in here in such a manner?”
“What?” Father Julian took a step back as if he was struck. It appeared he had just come to realize that she was the lady of the estate. “But… but… my lady, we are… under attack… the castle walls have been breached…”
“Under attack?” Bella appeared taken aback to Eustace and finally eased her hold on him. “But who dares to…”
“The Northmen… they have broken down our defenses and are looting the town.” Father Julian said in a shaking voice, though he did manage to steal a quick glance at the young woman’s exposed lower half. “I must save as many of our holy texts as I can… Eustace, help me.”
Eustace hurriedly got to his feet, shaking now with real fear and unable as yet to see to eye with his master. Be
side him, Bella smoothed down her night gown and made as if to leave the chapel. He wanted to leave with her, but he knew Father Julian would have none of that.
“After this is over… you will be judged, Eustace.” Father Julian barred the narrow doorway of the chapel and nodded self importantly with his pale eyes blazing at the two of them. “As will you, Lady Bella… his lordship will not take this kindl-eeeghhh aaahhhh!”
The rotund man’s eyes bulged even wider and his mouth twisted in terror. Through the front of his robed chest the flat sharp point of a broadsword came piercing through. His dark rich blood stained the front of his robes in a sickening flood. The sword point receded and the dying man came hurtling forward as if someone had kicked him hard from behind. Fear the like he had never known gripped him like a vice and he passed water, staining the front of his robes. Before him, the lady of the house shook with visible terror and bumped into him as she backed away from the doorway.
Barring the doorway was a man, a man so tall and wide that he would need to hack another doorway to get through. His bloodied greatsword he held in a ham sized fist, and his face was a mask of hard angles decorated with braided whiskers and beard. He had a large tattoo on one side of his face, wore mostly leather and steel. Without a shred of doubt, this was the most fearsome thing Eustace have ever seen in his quiet and peaceful existence so far.
This was one of the raiding Northmen that Father Julian had gone to find out more about and now had to die for it. Eustace watched in horror as the huge man stepped over his master’s corpse and toward them. He stayed behind Bella, cowering in fear and holding on to her shoulders. He could tell she was as frightened as he was, but she showed more courage than he could ever have as she shrugged off his hands from her shoulders, threw her head back and stepped boldly up to the brooding invader.
She stood erect with her hands on her hips and greeted the menacing monster of man, “Welcome to my humble abode. I am the Lady Fontaine.”
The Northman blinked once and then his huge hand lashed out in a blur of movement. Bella went down with the sheer force of the blow alone. Eustace was sure that the barbarian had killed her and was coming for him next. He felt his chest tightening and his knees give way, the room began to spin wildly and then everything around him went black.
When he awakened again, with the chilling sting of ice cold water hitting his face, lewd laughter filled his hearing. He looked around him with bleary eyes to see he was on a boat of some kind surrounded by others bound and shackled like him. Overhead was wide open sky and the lapping of water sounded from all around mingled with the laughter. The ones laughing were their captors, tall and broad Northmen looking fearsome in their leather and steel armor with massive swords and axes upon their wide backs.
“I’m not dead.” He managed to whisper.
“Not yet, lad.” Someone whispered next to him.
“Who?” He turned his head painfully to look at the older man lying next to him, as bound and shackled as he.
“Brother Truman of Nance.” The man in tattered robes of a monk gave him a weak smile.
“I am Eustace… of Belfour.”
“I know you… or of you, Eustace, the apprentice to Father Julian.”
“Father Julian!” Memories of his master’s horrific end came flooding back into his head and he bit back tears of anguish.
“Did they kill him?” Truman asked with a deep sigh.
“Yes, they did… one of them… a giant of a man.” Eustace replied softly. “He also killed the Lady Fontaine. Why have they spared us?”
“We are to be slaves, to be sold by them when they reach their native land.”
“Where is that?”
“The North… the lands of ice and snow.”
“We will surely die there, Brother Truman.”
“We will all die eventually, Eustace.”
Before Eustace could respond, something hard hit him on the shoulder. He shrieked in terror as a huge shadow fell over him. A large hand grasped him by the neck and pulled him up. If death had a face, Eustace was sure that he was looking at it now as the man holding him upright snarled at him with the ferocity of a savage beast.
“Show them no fear, Eustace… steel yourself.” He heard Brother Truman call to him and then heard him grunt as his captor kicked him in the face.
The Northman said something to him in a deep gravelly voice. Eustace didn’t understand any of it and shivered uncontrollably. Closing his eyes, he tried to follow Brother Truman’s advice and calm down. To show fear would encourage these monstrous barbarians to torment him even more.
A day and night passed on the seas before at long last they reached land. The chill in the air cut deep into his bones. Eustace shivered as he and the other captives, mostly men of the Cloth like him were herded out of the boat and onto a large dock. There were people everywhere, men and woman taller and broader than he had ever seen before. The place was abuzz with almost everyone interested in what the raiders had brought back. He heard the roar of voices, none of them could he understand. He glanced around for Brother Truman, but there was no sign of the older monk. Several of the captives, he noticed, were women as they were herded out from other boats. Before him, it seemed as if some kind of bartering and bargaining was already underway. To his utter horror he realized that the captives were being sold as slaves right away.
A young woman, no older than he was pushed up onto a platform. She was pretty, with dark curls and pale eyes. She cringed with fear as her captors ripped off her clothes and made her stand naked in the frigid weather. Loud laughter greeted her shame and the sounds of people bidding filled the air. She was then brusquely covered in a cloak of some animal hide and dragged away by her new owner, a large hairy beast of a man who had apparently bid the most for her. This went on for a while, with women and men being stripped naked and bid for, and then all too soon it was his turn.
Rough hands pushed him forward and his robes were pulled off him. Eustace shivered and hugged himself as he stood naked before a crowd of strangers. He noticed some of the buyers were women and all of them had their eyes on him, or more so on his exposed lower half. He realized what drove the bids then. These heathens were rather unabashed about their base needs and had no shame whatsoever. He tried to cover himself, but the sharp sting of his seller’s cane on his bare behind made him expose himself further. He gasped and jerked upright, pushing his pelvis forward, much to the amusement of the onlookers.
The bids for him came mostly from the women, and fear gripped his heart. He felt certain that any of these barbaric women who purchased him, would be using him just as the Lady Fontaine had, perhaps in even much worse ways. Any other man would have felt fortunate to be in such a predicament, but Eustace was not like any other man. He was a man of faith, a man on the path of righteousness, to be one of service to the greater good with no requirement of earthly desires.
The bidding stopped and there was much cheering and raucous laughter. A tall woman with hair as red as sunset had her arm raised, and another woman, light haired and as tall, clapped her hands beside her. He understood that they had the winning bid and he was now their slave. He felt a tightening in his rectum and his heart pounded furiously. The two women walked towards him, keen eyed and with wide grins on their fierce faces. He was roughly pushed toward them and one of them took hold of the rope that was tied around his slender neck. She made a gesture at him to follow them.
After about a mile of walking, Eustace was made to enter a great structure. It was as large as some of the storage barns back home. There were others like him around, with ropes tied around their necks, signifying their status as slaves, many of whom also resembled the people from where he came from. He was made to sit at a table and given food and drink. A thick broth of some kind, with vegetables and dark meat, and some bread along with a mug of a sour smelling drink was set before him and as he thankfully ate, an older man, thin and hallow faced, took the seat opposite him.
“You are a man o
f the Cloth?” The gaunt man asked Eustace in his own tongue.
Eustace froze with his spoonful of broth almost at his mouth and stared back at the man with wide fearful eyes.
“Don’t be alarmed.” The man went on. “I too am from where you come, and was once the same as you. The years have not been too kind to me.”
“Who are you?”
“They call me Bjorn here.” He said with a smile. “But before I was taken, many years gone… I was known as Béarnaise Algonquin. But that was another life.”
“Am I fated the same?” He asked with a furiously beating heart. “I am Eustace Deleon of Belfour… and yes, I am… or was a man of the Cloth… but I have fallen…”
“That life of yours is over, young Eustace.” Bjorn shook his head slowly. “This one is all you have now… and you are indeed fortunate, my friend, for you have been bought for pleasure.”
“For… for pleasure?”
“Aye, you are to be given a scented bath after your meal, and then you are to pleasure the two wives of Jarl Vostagan, Hildegard and Helga.”
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