by Powerone
She didn’t know why, but she came at that moment he said those fateful words. He was going to cum in her mouth, and she had to leave it open so he could. He pushed down on her lower lip as her orgasm raced through her body. Her pleasure button felt like it would explode with all the blood in it as Dr. Philip’s device worked it into a sexual frenzy. The finger in her backside, moved deeper, pushing against the soft walls to expand them, but she also felt something different. She had feelings back there, feelings of pleasure just as she did with her pussy. This orgasm was bigger and better, fondled and taken in three places at once, her pussy, her backside, and now her mouth.
William stroked his cock eagerly as the tip of it sat on her lower lip, her mouth opened wide, ready to accept his seed. He knew she was cumming, as she cried out in pleasure, so he pumped his cock to join her. He watched as the cum shot out and blanketed her tongue with his thick, white crème. He continued to pump with his hand, more cum fell on her lips and into her mouth as he fed her the pent-up cum in his balls.
She couldn’t believe all the cum that shot out, so thick that it covered her tongue and teeth. He never stopped, Bridget afraid she’d choke on it before he finished, but the degrading way he used her made her orgasm last that much longer. He pushed his wet cock into her mouth, her cum-laden tongue swished over his cock as he pushed the cum to the back of her mouth and tried to shove it down her throat. She swallowed it quickly, but she could feel the warm, thick juices slide slowly into her belly as her tight lips captured the last of his cum from his cock as he pulled it out. She fell to the floor, exhausted once again, then realizing that her hands weren’t tied behind her. She looked over at her father and saw the look of disgust on his face at what she did. They had made her cum repeatedly all while they took her in degrading acts. Are they finished with me, or will Lord William fuck me between my legs? She didn’t know if he could get his cock hard again, feeling it limp as it slid from her lips.
“Put them both in a cell, separate ones, but next to each other so Bridget can explain to her father how she’d cum while sucking my cock and drinking my cum.”
He would be back tomorrow with Dr. Philip and the two men to continue where they left off. She’d give up her pussy as well as her ass. She’d never expect that he’d want to fuck her ass hole. The two men would use her mouth while William enjoyed both of her virgin holes.
“I’m sorry, Father, for shaming you with my actions.”
“It’s not your fault, Bridget. The men are evil, and they took advantage of you. I have no shame for my daughter; you did what you had to. I’ll never be ashamed of you no matter what they make you do.”
“Thank you, Father,” but she couldn’t stop the shame she felt. They had made her orgasm, as though they were her lover or husband. They made her orgasm while they did painful and degrading things to her once-virgin body. She feared what else they would do. She had lost her virgin barrier, but she knew that she’d feel a hard cock inside her soon enough. It wasn’t the pain she feared; it was the pleasure she might feel.
She lay on the small cot with the single blanket around her. She still had the taste of his cum in her mouth, very little water to drink and unable to rid the taste from her mouth. She could still feel his cock in her mouth and the way he made her choke on it. His cock was big, but somehow, she’d done it and survived. She felt the wanting between her legs. Her hymen was gone, but she yearned to feel what it would be like to have a cock inside her. She never had so many orgasms before; Dr. Philip had used his special device to rub her pleasure button in ways she never expected. Not even his finger in her backside could stop her pleasure. She didn’t know why he’d want to touch her in such a place, but she was surprised by the feelings she had there. She never expected to have someone touch her back there. She knew they’d be back tomorrow, four men, four hard cocks that all wanted pleasure from her body.
Chapter 6
Unrest and Danger for All
Caitlin tried not to show her loneliness, but it was difficult without the steadfast support of her husband, but many other women in the village were in the same predicament. Harkin took many of the young, strong men of the village with him when he set off for England. She tried to settle into making the life of the villagers better. The harvest this year was good, so she made sure that everyone had enough food to eat, no matter what their status was.
Caitlin went to the shops within the castle each day to see how everyone was faring. She brought her two ladies with her, Orla and Elan. Orla always drew the eyes of the men, even the older ones, with her long, blonde hair and voluptuous figure. Four years older than Caitlin, she was wise in the way of men and had taught Caitlin many ways to satisfy Harkin in their marriage bed, some of which she still hadn’t tried, uncomfortable with what she’d have to do. Elan was different from both of them, dark brown hair and green eyes, two years older than Caitlin, but far wiser than either of them. She had a lovely figure, but she did more to hide it than flaunt it as Orla did. It was as though she had years of experience with men and the affairs of men, yet Caitlin suspected that she still might be pure.
Elan and Orla came to live in the castle as soon as Caitlin married Harkin. They took care of her every need, far more than the servants that took care of the castle. They took care of her physical and spiritual well-being.
The villagers always loved the sight of the lady of the castle along with her two ladies. “Good morning, Lady Caitlin, morning, Lady Orla and Lady Elan. A beautiful day.” He might be older, but they always stirred his cock into hardness. It had been a long time since he had anything that young and spirited, but that never stopped his imagination from wreaking havoc on his loins.
“Yes, it is.” Bran ran the store for the last thirty years. His wife passed on ten years ago and nowadays spent his time tending to the stores and admiring all the young women that he dreamt about. But, Caitlin knew he was harmless. There was never much trouble within the castle walls with unwanted advances by the men. Harkin treated any such violations seriously.
They shopped and picked up some of the exotic herbs and spices that were sold in the bazaar. Caitlin found a Chinese tea, and they went back to the castle to enjoy it outside in the nice sun. It was so peaceful and quiet, but Caitlin knew that Harkin was undergoing a far different time.
* * * *
Harkin had the two ships set sail back toward the English coastline, this time farther north on the west side. They saw no English warships after their attack on Sutton, slipping out to sea before they were spotted. The ocean was a wide expanse, and it would be sheer luck that they’d be found by a searching warship.
They caught sight of the Wales coastline, staying far out to sea so they could run if they had to. It was a long way up Wales until they hit the English coastline once again. Their next town to raid would be Liverpool, slightly north of Wales. From all the information that Harkin had gathered, there wouldn’t be more than three hundred people in all at the fishing town, but that included men, women, and children. There would only be a scattering of English knights or soldiers to keep the peace, nothing that would slow his men down. The men were in good spirts from the last successful raid, but that could also be a detriment; Harkin didn’t want them to let their guard down. It would be a fateful mistake for them that could result in their death. Harkin’s job was to bring them all back alive to their love ones.
* * * *
Henry II yelled at the men assembled before him. “How can you let this happen? You told me that the Irish wouldn’t be a problem. Now, I hear the Normans are allies with the Irish invading their own land and some of the Irish are taking revenge on us. Why am I now hearing about the sacking of Sutton? I have the largest navy in the world, yet two Irish ships attack my land with no provocation and we are defenseless. Heads will roll unless this is taken care of.”
The men shuddered before the wrath of their king. Lord Geoffrey knew he had to do something or it’d be his head on the chopping block. “I’ll take care
of it, Your Majesty,” bowing before King Henry II. “I’ve dispatched three warships to the south of England, and they should arrive in Sutton within a day. I’ll dispatch a small garrison of soldiers for Sutton, and then, the warships will sail along the western coast in search of these pirates from Ireland."
“What of the Irish? Had my decision to allow the Normans to join King Diarmait been an error?”
“No, Your Majesty. I’ve sent my most trusted emissary to King Diarmait to tell him to stop these Irish pirates from accosting our southern villages or the English navy will be invading them instead. He’ll quell the rebellious Irish pirates; I am sure of it.” It might be the Normans that did King Diarmait’s dirty work, but he cared little except for the outcome.
“He better or I’ll oust the Normans from Ireland and take the land for my own.” He knew it would only be a matter of time before he did that, but he had too many other problems he had to attend to first. “Off with you now.”
* * * *
Admiral Ramsey’s three ships set sail immediately, and it didn’t take long to reach Sutton. They moored off the shore, nothing but charred remains of the fishing boats and dock remained. The town was intact. He sent five boats ashore with soldiers, but they were met by the anxious townsfolk. The Irish pirates had fled out to sea.
There were twenty dead, all of them men. None of the women or children was wounded or assaulted. At least the Irish pirates were gentlemen, though that made little difference to Admiral Ramsey. The fate of captured pirates was death, and Admiral Ramsey would mete out that punishment without regret. His soldiers helped out the people, twenty of them stationed there for now until he could put an end to these pirate raids.
“We set sail at first light tomorrow.” He knew the pirates had a couple days’ head start, but he suspected they only headed out to sea to make sure they weren’t followed. He bet that they were along the coast of England or Wales at this very moment. The speed of his warships would soon close the gap. These Irish pirates were no match for his skill and cunning and he’d soon put an end to them.
* * * *
Harkin would have to be more careful now that the English knew of his attack. King Henry II would take offense and warships would seek him out. That was his mission, to draw the English navy away from any excursions into Ireland. There was too much political turmoil among their royalty that left them weak and fighting each other to let their guard down to the English expansionist goals.
It was days later when they came back within sight of the coastline of England. They anchored in a small inlet, nothing around for miles, yet he was careful, setting up guards on the two high peeks that surrounded it. He didn’t want to be caught unprepared.
A small party of his men set out for Liverpool across land, not by sea. He wanted updated information about the village before he’d commit his ships to an attack. The last thing he needed was to be drawn into a battle with English warships.
The men made it to the town by the next light. They were on a high ridge that overlooked the village and also the port. Like Sutton, it was small, a fishing village with fifteen small fishing boats setting sail for their daily fishing trip. The town gradually came alive once the sun rose higher in the sky, the fishing boats already out of sight as they sought the fertile fishing grounds further out to sea. The market place began to get busy; with the fisherman gone, it was mainly women and children. The only men there were older and shopkeepers that sold their wares. There were more people than Sutton had, yet they were still no match for the Irish soldiers.
* * * *
Admiral Ramsey’s fleet of three warships was spread out wide on the ocean, within sight of each other, but he wanted to throw up as big of a net as possible. They passed Wales and now were back to England’s western coast, far more vulnerable as it was a greater distance from London where most of the English navy was anchored. At night, he would keep the lights to a minimum in case the Irish pirates decided to try to slip through their ranks. They’d be in for a big surprise if they did. He had sent two other warships north from London to cover the other coast, in hopes of trapping the Irish pirates between the two fleets.
* * * *
Two days later, Harkin set sail for Liverpool under the cover of night. It was only a short distance, and he judged that they would arrive an hour before the sun rose in the east. He hoped to catch the town before the fisherman went to the dock. He’d have his men over the side in the skiffs and at the dock to greet them. His scouts found no sign of any English soldiers. Either it was too small for King Henry II to bother with or they were hidden from sight.
Thirty men left the skiffs next to the dock and ten drew a skiff onto the beach near the dock to creep silently into the village from the side just in case there was a trap. Lights started to burn in the small wooden shacks that lined the dirt road that led to the village, the fisherman’s huts close to their boats. The rest of the village was silent and dark except for an occasional cry of a baby waking up hungry.
Harkin led fifteen men and Fergus the rest. They split up as they neared the fishermen’s huts. It didn’t take long for the alarm to be sounded, in spite of the first three men that exited their huts silenced with the quick slash of blades across their throats. Too many doors opened at once and there rose up cries of surprise then screams of pain. Most of the villagers had no weapons except their fishing gear, yet that didn’t stop them from putting up a fight. They were all large and burly, and if they got close enough to any of his men, they’d put up a formidable defense. Harkin’s men’s swords took care of them with haste.
With his adrenalin rushing, Harkin rushed the doors as they opened. The village came alive with the alarm sounded, and Harkin had to finish off the fishermen so they could advance on the village without worrying about what was behind them. His sword slashed out as he darted to the side to avoid a fisherman’s hook as he swung it like a weapon. He felt a sharp tip slice across his upper arm, throwing his sword into his other hand and slicing the fisherman across the middle with such precision. His guts spilled out as he slumped to the floor. He felt sorry for the woman inside that saw her husband cut down, but she’d be no threat. He pitched into battle with the others until there were no fishermen left.
The villagers came face to face with thirty armed men, pirates with wooden shields and short swords now covered in blood. One or two of the villagers came forth to defend, but Fergus made sure that they weren’t killed, just overpowered. There was enough bloodshed for now.
“Surrender and your life will be spared,” Harkin shouted out in his brogue accent.
“What of the women, will you spare their honor?” It was the fish market shopkeeper. He’d long given up fishing and now sold the other men’s catch.
“They will not be dishonored or harmed. Go into the church and stay there. Don’t give us any trouble, and we’ll be gone soon enough.”
“You killed our men; they were fishermen, not soldiers.” A woman’s sobbing voice ran out among the back of the growing crowd.
“Your King Henry II conspires with the Normans to take our Irish lands and spoil our women. Tell him to stay home and protect you instead of fighting in our lands. If he does that, you’ll never see us again. If not, we’ll be back to take the next generation of men from you.”
The villagers were herded into the small stone church. They prayed while he set a small group of his men to guard them while the rest of his men raided the village for spoils. They found coal tar and covered the fishing boats, ready to set them on fire as soon as they left.
The spoils were better here than Sutton. The people prospered more. His men were pleased with the outcome as they set off in the skiffs to the waiting ships. As they boarded the ships and the sails gathered up the winds, the sun rose up and the dock came alive with flames that licked across the fishing boats with lightning speed. They put the village to their back as they headed out to sea.
Admiral Ramsey was the first to see the sky light up in the dista
nce. He aimed his spyglass, and he could see the smoke rise up beyond the hills. He looked at his chart. It had to be Liverpool, a small fishing village. It didn’t have any English soldiers that he knew of to defend it. He was sure that it was the latest target of the Irish pirates. “Send one ship in to help the village. Have the other follow me out to sea. I know where they’re going.” The boson set up the flags to convey the messages.
Admiral Ramsey’s ship was the fastest the English navy had. Not even his other ships could keep up with him, but he didn’t worry about that. The Irish would be no match for him, not even two of their ships. He could ram them and cut them down without as much as putting a dent in his ship. With his guns, he’d blow them out of the water.
The wind was with them, and Harkin felt good as the ships sliced across the water like dolphins. He began to feel relief as they headed out into the open water. To the north, he could see fog rolling in the far distance. It would provide added protection for his ships, but it was still a long ways off and the sun could burn it off before he found it. He went back to his cabin and poured himself a glass of wine in celebration.
It was three hours later when he heard the lookout in the crow’s nest call out. He heard the clamor of heavy boots on the deck above him as he rushed out of his cabin to see what the commotion was about.
“A ship, Captain,” the shipmaster yelled out.
Harkin took out his spyglass and set it to the south. It didn’t take long for him to find it, not one but two ships. He saw the flag rustling in the strong breeze, Saint George’s Cross. They were English warships. The closest one to them was huge compared to his ship. It had to have at least twenty cannons, and it was fast, far outpacing the smaller warship that followed it. The second ship was formidable; Harkin’s two ships not even a match for that one. It was slower than the first, but both of them were outrunning them. They were in the open sea, their best defense before but not now. They were trapped by a superior force and there was only one escape. They had to make it to the fog and lose the warships in it. If they didn’t, they were destined to be blown out of the water. He knew there would be no surrender; the English would only accept total annihilation. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He had no desire to rot in a jail or be hung in a public display. His life was the sea and his death would be in the sea.