Bridled Lust

by Faith Eden

  He renamed them, calling them Minnie and Moanie, the latter because of the constant groaning noises she made during intercourse, the former because it was a shortened form - in his mind, at least - of her real name, which was Minnivernica. Moanie’s real name he could no longer recall and was even unsure as to whether he had ever even bothered to discover it in the first place.

  ‘When we get to this castle, master,’ Minnie crooned, stretching across Ingrim’s chest and nuzzling against his chest, ‘shall we all have a large bed again, with silken sheets and huge soft bolsters? Shall we have nice clothes again, too, or shall you keep us naked, like this?’

  By way of reply, Ingrim simply groaned as Moanie, who was straddling him, squeezed his throbbing organ with her tight vaginal muscles, so that he had to fight against the threat of an immediate orgasm. He reached up and slapped her right breast, his fingers flicking across the erect nipple, but this served only to cause her to contract yet again.

  ‘Cease, you little imp!’ he hissed, grasping both nipples and dragging her forward. ‘Make me come too soon and I’ll give you to a couple of my sergeants for the next three days. They’ll fuck you so you can’t walk, girl, believe me!’

  Moanie opened her eyes and smiled down at him.

  ‘You wouldn’t give your little Moanie to some horrid old sergeant, master, surely?’ she giggled. ‘Why, if you did that, then I should like be no longer able to do this for you.’ So saying, she contracted her internal muscles again, except this time she did so more slowly, in a deliberately coaxing act that sent cold shivers running throughout the prone Vorsan’s entire body.

  ‘Little bitch!’ Ingrim cursed her, but there was a smile on his lips as he closed his eyes again and prepared to surrender himself to the inevitable. After all, he reasoned, these two kitten tongues would soon repair any damage an uncontrolled ejaculation might cause to his intended plans for that day.

  Expecting simply to be thrown down and ravished and then probably to have her throat slit, Millaris was nonetheless even more perturbed when the two troopers simply led her across to the fence that surrounded the small vegetable patch in front of the hut. Harkan backed her up to the top rail, which nestled against the small of her back and then, producing two lengths of leather thong from beneath his uniform tabard, proceeded to lash her wrists to it, stretching her arms wide to either side.

  Taralin, meantime, simply stood and watched, tears streaming down her face, making no attempt to escape from the light grip Borthos maintained on her arm. Her breasts, smaller than her sister’s, rose and fell with her laboured, terrified breathing, but she made no sound at all.

  ‘I think we should have this one warm her sister up, don’t you?’ Borthos guffawed.

  Harkan looked from one girl to the other, considering the suggestion, but finally shook his head. ‘No, I don’t think so,’ he said. ‘Let that one get her tongue going on you.’ He grinned at the petrified Taralin. ‘My friend would like a little affection, sister,’ he chuckled. ‘So, down on your knees and watch those teeth. One little nip and I’ll beat this bitch here.’ He drew a slender dagger from his belt and pointed it at Millaris, the tip wavering beneath her right nipple. Instinctively, Millaris tried to draw back, but the fence behind her prevented any sort of retreat save her bending backwards over it.

  Swiftly, Borthos removed his boots and breeches and then, realising the crested tabard was in the way, pulled it over his head and cast it aside, leaving himself clad only in a short jerkin and revealing a slowly stirring organ between stocky, hairy thighs. Seeing this, Taralin let out a low moan and covered her eyes with her hands, but Borthos was having none of it.

  ‘Oh!’ she squealed, horrified. ‘Oh, what are you doing to us?’

  Harkan leered at her. ‘Nothing much - yet,’ he said. ‘But I can soon change that, so get on your knees and attend to my friend there.’

  ‘But - I can’t... I mean, I never—’

  ‘Then it’s about time you did!’ Borthos guffawed, seizing her by her hair and forcing her down. ‘You’ll soon learn, you grubby little sod breaker. Get that tongue out and start using it for something useful. And watch those teeth, same as my friend said. Remember, your sister will find herself in serious trouble if you so much as nibble my meat.’

  Her eyes glazing from fear, Taralin fell to her knees and slowly reached towards her tormentor’s still swelling organ. Helpless to intervene, Millaris clenched and unclenched her useless fists in frustration.

  ‘Wait!’ she called out. ‘Please sirs, don’t make her do this thing. Let me do it instead, I beg you.’

  Harkan rounded on her, his crooked teeth bared. ‘You can shut your noise,’ he told her. ‘You’ll get your turn soon enough and then some.’ He turned back to where Taralin was holding Borthos’ rigid member as if it might suddenly explode in her hand. ‘Get on with it! Borth, give her ears a good boxing if she keeps messing about like that, otherwise I’m going to have to just fuck this one anyway.’

  ‘Very interesting,’ Jekka said softly. She lay flat against the ground, only the top of her head above the crest of the rise, the little telescope pressed to her right eye. Behind her, Ceth kept well down, as instructed.

  ‘What do you see, lady?’ he urged.

  ‘A small hut,’ Jekka muttered, traversing the scope to the right. ‘A very small hut, quite poorly built. Not much of a living to be had out here, I fear.’ Ceth eased his position and peered up towards her.

  ‘There are no rich farms in these parts, lady,’ he told her. ‘In fact, it’s a miracle there are any farms at all. Perhaps we should see if they have any food to trade? If they do, the price will be cheap, I warrant.’

  ‘Perhaps we shall,’ Jekka agreed. ‘We still have many days’ travel ahead of us and we did not start out overstocked with provisions for such a journey. However, I think we may have more than innocent trading on our hands here.’ Ceth looked up again and this time she took her eye away from the spyglass and looked back down the slope at him.

  ‘Dasnians,’ she said simply. ‘Two of them, as far as I can see so far. They appear to be unwanted visitors, too.’

  ‘Then perhaps we should put ourselves in the farmer’s good books, eh?’ Ceth suggested, grinning. Jekka also grinned, but held a cautionary finger to her lips.

  ‘All in good time,’ she said. ‘Dasnians are like bed bugs, so first we make sure there aren’t any more of them skulking nearby. This is probably only a foraging party, but from what we’ve seen in the past two days they usually ride in threes, at least. We need to be sure there isn’t a number three hiding somewhere, or if there is, we need to know where before me make any foolish moves.’

  Taralin stared at the massive organ she held in her hand and swallowed hard. It looked so big, and felt so different to how she had imagined it would, pulsing with a life of its own, the taut flesh glistening, blue veins showing through in a delicate tracery. Above her head she heard the man snigger.

  ‘Come on there, little pig girl,’ Borthos urged, his fingers tugging in her hair, ‘try licking it. It’s big but it won’t bite you. Just make sure you don’t bite it!’ Taralin stretched her neck forward, parting her lips and pushing out the tip of her tongue and then, closing her eyes, she let the tip brush lightly against the rounded, purpling end.

  ‘See?’ she heard her tormentor say. ‘See, that’s not so bad now, is it? But show a little energy, pig girl. Get licking.’ Taralin licked, slowly at first and then growing more confident, a thought forcing its way into her confused mind that if she could keep the beast satisfied, then perhaps he would not do the other thing to her and maybe both she and Millie would escape this horror. Their father was not due back for many hours yet, but sometimes the goatherd, Blaine, came down for bread and he had a crossbow...

  It was a forlorn hope, she knew, but any hope was better than none. She opened her eyes again and carefully moved her head around so
that she was able to run her tongue slowly along his entire length. This seemed to please him, for he sighed and she felt the tremble run through his body, but still he wanted more.

  ‘Get it in your mouth now,’ he instructed her. Taralin drew her head back a few inches and squinted at the monstrous erection. It looked bigger than ever now and she was not sure...

  ‘Get it in there, I said!’ Borthos jerked her hair savagely, bringing tears of pain to her eyes.

  ‘Please sir,’ she squealed. ‘Please - I will do as you say. Please don’t hurt me so.’ She leaned forward again, parting her lips wider still, sliding them over the smooth head, which seemed to fill her mouth completely. Borthos thrust with his hips, pushing himself further into her so that Taralin almost choked and had to draw back in order to control the gag reflex.

  ‘Now suck, sister,’ she heard him cry. She closed her eyes again and tried to comply, forcing her lips to grasp him as she moved her mouth backwards and forwards.

  ‘She’s not bad, Harkan,’ Borthos groaned. ‘Not bad at all. Maybe they train ‘em to suck pig cocks out here, eh? You suck pigs, do you, pig girl?’ Suddenly Taralin found herself being hauled back and the massive member slipped from her lips. Looking up, she saw her captor grinning down at her.

  ‘Maybe you’re getting a little too good,’ he gasped. ‘And much as I’m enjoying this, I don’t want to waste a good stiff cock on your stupid mouth. Get yourself up and over to the fence.’

  Unsteadily, Taralin scrambled to her feet and staggered forward, Borthos keeping his grip on her hair to guide her to a position against the crude woodwork a few feet along from where her sister remained tied, arms apart. He thrust her over the top rail, face down, and called out to his companion.

  ‘Help me tie the sow,’ he said. ‘I’ll hold her and you fix her wrists.’ A moment later, Harkan’s boots appeared in her vision and her left wrist was seized and lashed to the lower rail with a leather thong, similar to those with which Millaris was bound. A second thong quickly immobilised her right wrist in identical fashion.

  From behind Borthos began spreading her legs wide, tying her ankles to the bottom rail so that her feet no longer touched the ground and her weight was being taken on her stomach, which was pressed cruelly into the top rail.

  ‘Well?’ she heard Harkan say. ‘Are you going to fuck the bitch now, or are we going to be here all day?’

  ‘Patience, my friend,’ Borthos replied. ‘There’s no hurry, as we said. See, we can both fuck her now or whenever we want, no matter how much she tries to struggle, but first I thought we might have her sister prepare her for us. Get the whip from my saddlebag, while I get the other one prepared.’

  ‘That’s very considerate of them,’ Jekka chuckled. She looked down to where Ceth was now squatting at the bottom of the slope, eagerness shining from his face. ‘They’re taking their clothes off, so we’ll get ourselves a couple more tabards without holes in them and not covered in bloodstains, either.’

  ‘What’s happening?’ Ceth hissed. The extended inactivity was making him irritable, Jekka knew.

  ‘I’m not sure you’re old enough to know,’ she replied, her tone suddenly cold. ‘I suppose it’s no more than often happens in these parts when a couple of ignorant brutes find a couple of unprotected females. What do you suppose is happening?

  ‘There are two Dasnian bastards down there and two young peasant girls - you think they’re all sitting around swapping stories, you idiot?’

  ‘Ah,’ Ceth’s eyes clouded and he looked away. ‘I see,’ he said. For a few seconds he paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully. ‘Shouldn’t we do something about that then?’

  Jekka looked scornful. ‘Yes,’ she said quietly, ‘we ought to do something about it and do something about it we shall, but not before I’m absolutely certain there aren’t more of the bastards waiting to jump us the moment we show ourselves. Now, just shut up a while longer and let me take another good sweep of those fields... Ah, wait.’

  Ceth heard a low chuckle escape from somewhere deep in the redhead’s throat.

  ‘What have you seen?’ he demanded. ‘Have you seen more of them?’ Above him, Jekka said no more for a few seconds and then, snapping the telescope down to its most compact size, she slid easily down the slope to join him.

  ‘One more, I think,’ she said. ‘Behind the house on a horse, or over a horse, to be more accurate. The tabard says he’s Vorsan, but the way he’s lying says he’s a dead Vorsan.’

  ‘I wonder how he died out here?’ Ceth pondered.

  Jekka raised her elegant eyebrows and grimaced. ‘Maybe you should go down and ask his two friends,’ she suggested sarcastically. ‘Look, he’s dead, and dead or alive, no matter how he died, that makes a total of three of them, which is good enough for me. I’ve seen nothing else moving since I’ve been watching, so I reckon the two animals down there with those poor girls are all we have to worry about.

  ‘So, get the crossbows from the horses and bring some spare bolts - there’s a quiver hanging off my saddle - we’ll work our way around on foot and see if we can’t come up on them before they see us. I’m not worried about tackling two of them face to face, but they have two innocents down there they could use as hostages, so the neater we do this, the better.’

  Millaris stood quietly, rubbing her wrists where the rawhide bonds had bitten into them, her stomach churning at the sight of her sister trussed over the rail, her buttocks thrust high, her hair trailing in the dirt on the other side of the fence. Harkan meanwhile was wrestling with the straps of Borthos’ saddlebag, but he found what he sought and turned, holding the short-coiled whip in the air above his head.

  ‘This what you wanted?’ he called across.

  Borthos nodded. ‘That’s it,’ he said. ‘Bring it over and let’s see if we can make this piggy squeal, eh?’ He turned to Millaris and smirked. ‘Now, sister,’ he told her, ‘you are going to whip your sty mate’s fat arse until I say stop, understand? If you don’t, then I’ll do it myself and I’ll be a lot harder on that succulent piece of meat than you will.

  ‘But that doesn’t mean you can pretend, sister, believe me. I want to see that arse turn nice and red, understand?’

  Glumly, Millaris nodded, blinking away fresh tears. ‘Yes, sir,’ she said, between barely stifled sobs, ‘I understand.’

  ‘There you are then,’ Harkan said, rejoining them and handing the whip to his companion. ‘But don’t take all day, will you?’ He had plainly not heard the conversation between Borthos and Millaris for his eyes shot open when the former handed the whip to the girl. Suddenly understanding, he slapped his thigh and roared with delighted laughter.

  ‘Ah, excellent touch, my friend, excellent touch indeed! Well then, let’s see how she handles this, shall we?’ Borthos grinned back and guided Millaris to a position just to the left of the helpless Taralin. He showed her how to shake the whip coil out and explained how to draw it back and then drag it through the air. It was a fairly short whip and so, as he told her, not that difficult to use. Millaris, still snuffling and sniffing, eyed the whip uncertainly, but her first effort was credible enough.

  The well-oiled braid hissed through the air, slapping squarely across Taralin’s generous buttocks, the tip wrapping itself about her right thigh. The bound girl bucked in her bonds and let out a pained screech. Borthos laughed and applauded.

  ‘Good start!’ he exclaimed, and Millaris eyed him contemptuously, but he quickly drew the knife from his belt and pointed it towards her sister. ‘Don’t even think about it, pig girl,’ he hissed in warning. ‘Now get on with it.’ His right hand dropped to his member, which had remained as stiff as ever throughout.

  ‘Wait,’ Jorkan held up a warning hand and dropped into an even lower crouch. A few steps behind him Paulis did the same.

  ‘What is it now, uncle?’ he hissed. Jorkan turned and glared back at him.


  ‘Quiet,’ he ordered. ‘I’m trying to listen.’ At almost the same moment there was a sharp cracking sound and a high-pitched wail rent the air.

  Paulis grinned. ‘Someone’s getting a good whipping,’ he chuckled quietly. ‘Our friends are obviously having fun, which should make this easy.’ He gripped the hilt of his sword more firmly and raised the blade to his lips.

  Jorkan regarded him coldly. ‘Shut up,’ he said. ‘I’m not interested in what those fools are doing. I could see what was happening when I looked just now.’

  ‘Then what?’ Paulis demanded. His patience was beginning to wear thin now and his uncle’s insistence on such caution seemed a waste of time to him. They both carried crossbows and there were only two men they had seen from the hillside; in a few more moments they would be close enough not to miss such easy targets.

  ‘We’re not on our own,’ Jorkan whispered.

  ‘Of course we’re not,’ Paulis agreed. ‘There’s the two of them and—’

  ‘Shut up.’ Jorkan’s eyes blazed. ‘I shan’t tell you again, you young fool. I’m not talking about those two Vorsan oafs, nor am I the two sodbuster women. There are others nearby, too.’

  ‘Others? Who? How many? How do you know?’

  ‘I just know, that’s all,’ Jorkan replied. ‘Not too many, I don’t think, but it is better we wait a little while and see if they show themselves.’

  ‘More Vorsans?’

  Jorkan looked pained. ‘How the fuck should I know?’ he demanded. ‘I may not even be right, but I think I am. It’s just that feeling I always get and it’s never let me down yet.’

  The whip rose and fell with a steady monotony. Millaris, her cheeks streaked with tears, could barely see what she was doing, but the dull crack of leather upon flesh told her that she was still finding her target unerringly. Taralin, meanwhile, had ceased her initial screaming and instead hung sobbing, slightly louder groans being her only response each time the lash bit into her.