Stolen Virtue Book 02
Book Two: Uniting a Kingdom
Retribution was fierce and swift. In the end Mary was Travalar's Judas, but it did not matter. It was his destiny. They found him in the field, searching for his precious roots. Grief and anger overtook Lord Arrington's son, the intended betrothed of Victoria. Her stolen virtue fueled a hatred that could not be quelled.
He bore a large and vicious war axe. Travalar ran, as any unarmed man would do when faced with such a sight. But with a mighty swing the axe struck him in the back, lifted him off the ground, and when his body struck the trunk of a tree the blade of the axe passed through his heart and lodged into the tree trunk.
He twitched several times as life, and blood, drained from his body. Nobody seemed to notice the odd details of the leafless, branchless tree. None observed that it had veins of silver and gold, so intense was their need for vengeance.
"What of the woman?" an accompanying soldier asked.
"Into the dungeon," Lord Arrington dictated. "She has had a hand in this. Let her bear the misery of what awaits."
* * * * *
For twelve moons Constance suffered in the dark, dank dungeon. She was enjoyed by several guards, who took what they wanted and deposited their seed in a shell that would not bear their children. That was not the only abuse, for beatings were common when the guards had a taste for it. It was worse at first, but after two moons they tired and left her to rot alone. Food was scarce, and in the absence of essence her strength diminished. She was at death's door.
Her green eyes opened and she looked at the heavy timber door. A face appeared in the small opening, one that she did not recognize.
"Are my waking visions true?" the stranger asked. "Do you hold the power to unite this shattered land?"
"I alone know the way," Constance whispered in a weak and raspy voice. "And with my death all shall be lost."
"Guard!"
The following days passed quickly. Constance ate and slept and evacuated what her body could not tolerate. Time was a blur. The sun rose and set, and the moon did likewise. And when finally the moon shined in its entirety for the thirteenth time since her imprisonment, she awakened.
"You have returned from the precipice of death," the stranger announced. "This pleases me."
"Who are you?" Constance asked.
"Felzar," he responded. "I am Lord Arrington's wizard."
"And what does a Lord's wizard do?" she inquired, genuinely curious.
He shrugged his shoulders in uncertainty. "I advise in matters of conflict, although I personally detest such bloodshed. But as it is so often unavoidable I use my magic to develop weapons of fire to ensure battlefield success."
After responding he walked across the chamber and sat closer to her. He found her most appealing, in contrast to the state he had found her in. The golden hair was once again radiant, as were her inquisitive green eyes.
"What of you?" he inquired. "Why were you left to rot in the dungeon, and why do I have these waking visions?"
"Surely you heard of Victoria," Constance replied. "Travalar, my master, stole the innocence of her and others to gather strength for a great transformation."
"I have visions of a strange tree, and of you tending to its welfare," Felzar shared. "What is this transformation of which you speak?"
"Travalar was killed upon the tree, and it retains his power," she patiently explained. "It can be harnessed."
"But...how?"
"I have seen the design in a vision. Bring the tree to me, and craftsmen, and I shall see to its completion," she urged.
Felzar knew she spoke the truth, for the visions confirmed it. His hesitation was borne out of concern of Lord Arrington's reaction to such an endeavor. Could he convince him of the importance?
* * * * *
The tree was cut into timbers, and a small group of craftsmen formed them into a triangular base. An odd-looking seat was mounted at one end, with an opening at its center. Ominously rising from the other two ends of the base were vertical supports to which chains and shackles were mounted.
The heart of the fearful device rested beneath the seat. There were ankle shackles, but attention was mostly drawn to a wheel and a rod. It appeared that as the wheel turned the rod would raise and lower and the round tip of it penetrated through the bottom of the seat.
A closer inspection revealed that the top of the rod had an uncanny resemblance to an aroused man. There was amazing detail, for Constance had shaped it herself based upon her recollections of her physically deceased master.
"That is a devilish device!" Lord Arrington exclaimed in disgust. "How could a human mind ever envision such a thing?"
"It wields great power," Felzar promised. "Victory on the field of battle will be ours. You shall at last see your dreams of a kingdom united realized."
"But at what cost? This...thing. What does it do? Tell me that, at least," Lord Arrington asked of the wizard.
Felzar glanced over at Constance, who cleared her throat and answered. "It feeds on the energy of virtuous women. Their purity is sacrificed through this device that you find so offensive, and in return it evokes undeniable power that will ensure your land and army prospers."
Lord Arrington scoffed at the idea in disbelief.
Flezar spoke quickly. "Good sir, you have often sought my counsel for advice on matters such as these. I have now found an answer. Is the future of the kingdom so unimportant that a trial will not even be attempted, regardless of its distasteful appearance?"
"And how am I to provide you a virgin without ransacking the very homes of those that depend upon me for protection and leadership?" he questioned, making it clear he had no such intention.
"Answer me this and I will reconsider."
After Lord Arrington left the chamber Constance reassured her new master. "Fear not, for tomorrow circumstances will bring us a most fitting sacrifice. The visions have not wronged me yet."
* * * * *
Two guards entered the castle hall, dragging a haggard man between them. Their footsteps echoed loudly, drawing the attention of the Lord who was eating from a plate of fruit. He sipped wine from a wooden mug then looked at his visitors, annoyed at the interruption.
"A malcontent, Lord," the ranking guard announced as they tossed the man at the Lord Arrington's feet. "He makes a mockery of your power."
"And how does he do this?" the Lord questioned, suspicious of unnecessary cruelty by some of his own trusted men.
"His drunken words assault you sire, and he has attacked and injured one of our own," the guard responded. "'It's not the first time either. He has done so on three previous occasions. I beg of you, place the axe upon his neck."
He cupped his chin in his right hand and gave the predicament considerable thought. The peasants were displeased with recent acts of cruelty which he himself had equally disapproved of. Since his own men committed them, it was as if he had done it with his own hands. The axe was an easy answer to many problems, but as the axe falls so with it your followers. It was not the answer for this man's transgressions. For though the man may speak atrocities when visiting the bottle, he speaks only what so many peasants think yet are too frightened to say. Yet again, such words spark rebellion, and he could not be too merciful.
"What property does he possess?" the Lord inquired.
"A wilted shack only, sire," the guard replied. "And two mouths."
"What form do these mouths take?" he questioned.
"Two daughters; the eldest is of marrying age."
The Lord took the answer into consideration. The peasants would not take kindly to the axe or any other cruelty. Yet the man begged for punishment. Perhaps something contained within the castle walls, a worthy punishment the man alone would know of yet would not be witnessed by the masses. The people would not stomach it. Constance's words were on the periphery of his mind, and with this he saw an opportunity to solve both problems.
"Very well, bring me his first-born daughter," Lord Arrington commanded. "To the dungeon with him, and with his eldest daughter at his side. For two days he shall hear her misery. At the stroke of midnight upon the second day I shall sacrifice her virtue through sinister means and hear her cries of pain. If this does not stop his evil ways I shall do the same to his second-born no matter her age."
The Lord signaled for Constance, who quickly arrived and bowed with respect. "'It's not the fault of the daughter for the crimes of her father, yet it is she who must bear the pain of his punishment. Do as you must with her, but I command you to make it as bearable as possible for the innocent woman."
* * * * *
The dungeon was cold, without the comfort of tapestries to quell the draft. The man hung from the wall, his hands and feet shackled. True to the Lord's word his first-born daughter Elsa was shackled beside him, both standing in the dank darkness. The light of a single torch danced over their bodies. He was silent with shame, and she bore her pain without speaking words against him.
Constance emerged from the shadows unseen, as if an apparition. In her left hand she clutched a small glass vile that was filled with thick, yellowish syrup that sparkled. Elsa appeared startled as Constance stepped up to her, a smile upon her face. The fingers of her right hand tenderly shifted a few strands of hair from her eyes, and for a few moments she admired the captivating young beauty.
"The Lord is sympathetic, and demanded that I provide as much assistance as possible," Constance whispered to the confused woman. "The guards are vicious and uncaring. I beg you to give them no reason to add to your misery, for they shall do so with delight."
Constance uncapped the vial and poured a thick drop onto the tip of her middle finger. Elsa watched in silence as the strange woman then pushed her lips apart and rubbed the tip of her middle finger along the upper gum line. Elsa grimaced from the foul taste, but within a few moments the pain in her arms retreated. The chill in her bones was chased away by pleasant warmth that emanated from within her loins.
"My father," Elsa suddenly said, asking for his relief as well.
"Your father must suffer for his crimes. It's a shame that you must be at his side, but it is your innocence that brings me. This shall keep you strong, and has other effects as well, as you shall see. Do not fight it. I will return when it wears off."
Constance heard the approaching footsteps before anyone else could. With a caring smile upon her face she hastily retreated back into the shadows from which she emerged.
* * * * *
A guard approached and stepped up to Elsa. He held up his torch and admired her long flowing brown hair and sweet face, for the young woman was strikingly beautiful. When the prisoner turned her head he held her chin and moved it as he fancied, gazing at her unblemished skin and into her deep blue eyes. Her lips were as red as wine, and even more tempting. Elsa wore a look of defiance yet the guard paid it no mind. After examining her adorable face he placed the torch in a holder beside the prisoner. His large hands grasped the front of her dress.
"You can thank your father for this," the guard whispered to her. "He's why you're here, and while you're here you're mine."
Elsa shrieked and her body tensed as she felt the front of the simple peasant dress being torn away from her chest. The guard ripped a gaping hole large enough to expose her firm breasts. He gazed at her by the yellowish light of the torch, her chest heaving as she breathed heavily with fear. Her breasts were indeed magnificent, more lovely than most. As lust filled his eyes he reached his hands up and cupped both of her warm swells. A devilish grin appeared on his face as his hands felt the soft and wondrous warmth of her silky flesh. As his palms pressed against her firm mounds his fingers kneaded the supple flesh, feeling her hardened nipples throbbing against his fingers.
"Pig!" her father shouted.
"Say it again and she shall feel the whip a dozen times!' the guard warned." I would need only a simple excuse to see her flesh opened up. Please me, repeat your curses!"
The guard stared at the father, awaiting the words, yet the father wisely silenced his opposing voice.
"And you," the guard said, staring into Elsa's eyes, "Should your flesh not please me, it is your father whom I will whip, twice the dozen I would have given you."
It had been a short while since the strange woman's visit, and the full effect of the vile syrup had taken hold. All pain had been relieved and her body was fully relaxed. Elsa's mind was fogged over and her vision was strangely irregular as the warmth in her loins slowly increased. She wanted to speak words of comfort to her father but couldn't find her voice as her body seemingly floated above the misery and terror.
He pressed his mouth against hers, and although she wanted to resist she submitted. His tongue pushed between her lips and deeply inside her warm mouth. The kiss was new to her and she fearfully kept her mouth against his as she felt his tongue moving inside, exploring every area and thrusting towards the back of her throat until she wanted to gag.
Despite its strangeness the kiss awakened her inner body, and combined with the hands upon her breasts Elsa experienced tingling warmth within her chilled bones. The rough hands fondled her luscious mounds with certain gentleness, yet his fingers pinched on her hardened pink nipples so as to cause a hint of pain.
Although being shackled she had no recourse, Elsa wondered if she would not have otherwise willingly remained in place. She savored the wonderful new excitement that rippled throughout her lithe form. Her body twitched and shuddered as a hint of wetness appeared in the valley of flesh between her quivering thighs.
"The woman inside comes forth," the guard whispered with a chuckle, noting her arousal. "Let me confirm my suspicions."
The guard grabbed her mutilated dress and tore it further open. A gaping hole now revealed her smooth belly and crotch as well. A hand reached inside the ruined garment and caressed her lower belly, and then descended down until he felt the soft curls of her pubic hair against his fingertips.
Elsa closed her eyes and clenched her hands into fists, softly groaning as she felt fingers on her pubic mound. Her body quivered against the cold stone wall and she felt a smoldering fire deep in her loins as the probing fingers touched the moist outer folds of her virtue. They pushed between the folds and into the warm, narrow canyon of her womanhood.
She cried aloud and her voice echoed in the dark chamber of horror. His fingers eagerly explored the warm slit and teasingly rubbed on the swollen, hooded nub that he knew was the key to a woman's pleasure. Warm essence oozed forth from her awakened body and coated his curious fingers with its slippery warmth. She stared at him with hatred in her eyes and watched as the mocking grin on his face widened, knowing that touching her in such a manner aroused the woman inside.
His fingers flicked over the nub, and when he did an intense jolt of excitement took hold. Elsa softly groaned as her hands pulled against the iron shackles in vain, her hips writhing against the probing fingers. She didn't understand what was happening and was a victim of her own flesh as her warm juices flowed. Her most private region was fully explored by the malicious guard's fingers. It was shameful and she couldn't comprehend why she enjoyed the touch of the detestable man, but the peals of pleasure were undeniable.
As the fingers rubbed against her tender canyon of moist pink flesh, the man pressed his mouth to a breast not unlike an infant. But his mouth licked and suckled not only the hardened nipple but all over her creamy skin. His saliva coated her supple mound. Elsa discovered the initial disgust replaced by unusual delight, and even the occasional bite and resulting pain added to her pleasure.
As if an invisible hand was upon her back she thrust her chest forward, pressing her breast harder upon his mouth. He suckled her savagely and jolts of pain coursed through her, yet the warmth within Elsa's loins increased. Her heart pounded harder than ever and her breath quickened and strained, as if running up a high hill at full speed. As his mouth feasted on one nipple he grasped the other between thumb and index finger. He bit and pinched on them both, and stinging pain assaulted her.
Elsa felt terrible guilt as she saw the look of pain upon her father's face. She wanted to tell him it was bearable, that although the look of pain was evident she felt nothing of the sort, but knew such words would be frowned upon by her keeper and fall upon deaf ears as well. Instead she concentrated on the overwhelming excitement which ignited a fire of desire. She felt her own wetness as his fingers smeared it over her aroused flesh. His touch awakened her to pleasures she never before knew of, to feelings which both confused and pleased her.
"The Lord sends me," a defiant female voice sounded, echoing within the solid walls of the small dungeon. "He has sent me for Elsa, the woman you are presently tormenting for your own repulsive pleasure."
The guard was annoyed at the interruption, thinking he was going to complete his pleasure with the beautiful virgin. He looked sternly at Constance, noting the look of disgust drawn upon her contorted face. She held in her hand a pail of soapy water and towels.
"'It's good you brought that," the guard responded with a mischievous smile, looking at the pail. "For it seems that the prisoner is more a woman at the moment. She's not the first I have affected that way, I might add."
"For a coin the whores have you believing that you're a man," Constance shot back, her words shredding his pride. "No wonder they're rich and you're thinking that you're a gift to the ladies!"
"Do you miss me?" he asked the woman who at one time had been his prisoner, and no restrictions had been imposed then. "I've been in you many times. Do you hunger for me again? I have another dose of seed to plant in your golden field."
"Your seed sows weeds of wickedness that choke the life from food-bearing crops," she fired back. "If you try to plant it in my golden field I shall rip it from the body."
The guard was not as quick-witted, and he angrily stormed off. Constance's laughs resounded through the dungeon as she kneeled before Elsa and withdrew a soapy rag from the pail.
"I am a shameful wretch!' Elsa exclaimed after the guard was gone. "The way he touched me was evil, yet I am ashamed to say that my body responded in a most willing manner for which I cannot account."
"He's an evil bugger!" her father responded, tears marking his face. "I shall kill him with my bare hands at the whore-shack he calls home."
"You do as you like, father, and I'll have my sister beside me as well," Elsa replied in a hateful voice. "Surely you don't want to witness that, do you? If I had the means I'd take her and we'd leave to spare us such a wicked punishment again, for as long as you think like that we are all doomed to the dungeon."
Constance muttered a few words under her breath and waved a hand in his direction. He squinted as tears moistened his suddenly irritated eyes and blurred his vision. His boisterous voice was simultaneously quieted.
Silence prevailed, and only the sounds of the rag in water could be heard. Elsa's words had not been lost on Constance, and she wondered how old the sister was. As Constance gently hand-washed Elsa's smooth flesh she frowned at the gaping hole in her clothing that revealed practically her entire body. She lovingly washed the saliva and fingerprints from her heaving breasts, rubbing on the nipples which were swollen from the coldness that seeped through the stone walls. The soapy cloth descended over her smooth stomach. Sudsy water dripped down between her legs and clung to the curls of pubic hair.
Constance slipped her fingers between Elsa's thighs and touched her womanly pink flesh, her fingers feeling the warm wetness. The woman tensed and she looked down at Constance suspiciously. Although the stranger appeared as a woman, her touch was like that of the guard, lustful and arousing. Elsa trembled as tingling filled her body, and again her womanhood flowed with fresh wetness. For several moments Constance fingered her velvety smooth flesh, creating jolts of excitement within her confused body.
Without warning the probing fingers were replaced by her hot mouth and darting tongue. Constance gently pushed the petals of her womanhood apart and revealed the glistening pink valley nestled within. The sweet taste of Elsa's thick nectar filled Constance's mouth as it smeared over her lips and chin. The flicking tongue eagerly devoured Elsa's virgin flesh and feasted upon the bountiful cream it provided.
Elsa tensed in shock as she realized what the strange woman was doing. But as surprised and disgusted as she was there was no denying the wondrous tingling pleasure that rippled through her aroused body. Elsa softly groaned, overwhelmed by the intimate kissing, feeling the thick warm honey as it dripped from her womanhood and smeared over her inner thighs. Her breathing and heartbeat quickened as the delightful effects rapidly intensified. Her muscles tensed and she pulled against the iron shackles. Her hips anxiously rubbed herself against the wonderfully hot mouth.
Constance lapped and sucked upon the velvet-soft flesh, flicking her tongue over the swollen nub of Elsa's womanhood. Warm honey continued flowing. Constance drank the offered wetness and savored the rare taste of the potent woman. Within a few minutes she sensed that the prisoner was on the verge of climax, and in anticipation of that grand event Constance doubled the efforts of her wildly darting tongue-tip. She was rewarded moments later as the reluctant prisoner erupted in a spectacular flood of precious energy-bearing nectar.
Elsa bit on her bottom lip and tried to silence her sudden outburst of joyous groaning. Her revived body shuddered and jerked in a most wondrous delight that curled her toes, hardened her nipples, and filled her with an intense release she'd never before known. Her mind concentrated on the waves of delight, having long forgotten the perverse source of her newfound pleasure.
Constance heartily lapped and swallowed the thick warm honey, feeling her powers energized by the surprising find. She sucked and licked upon the warm, juicy valley walls and filled her belly with the released wetness until the last significant fragments had been drawn between her hungry lips. She was sorely tempted to bring the prisoner to a second orgasm and feast again, but recognized the risk even this one act created. Constance reluctantly pulled her head from between the prisoner's quivering thighs.
Elsa felt the delightful warmth of the soapy rag as it returned to her womanhood. Constance lovingly washed away all traces of the climax that clung to her soft curls of pubic hair and inner thighs. The rag returned to the pail twice more and after another few minutes the task was complete.
Constance stood up and started to leave, then leaned forward and pressed her lips to Elsa's ear.
"Save your wetness for the stroke of midnight tomorrow, for a most dreadful device will steal your virtue," Constance whispered so that her father wouldn't hear. "I will come to you beforehand and prepare you."
* * * * *
"Ah, clean and fresh-smelling," the guard said as he returned a short while later. "'It will be all the more enjoyable to have such a rosy-scented girl upon my swollen staff."
The father started to say something, but one look from the guard silenced him before a word was spoken. He then turned his full attention to the female prisoner, who was all the more tempting in her pristine condition. The sweat and dirt had been cleansed from her exquisite body, and her creamy skin was so smooth and delicate. Constance had made an effort to repair her torn clothing and it was stitched in several areas, just enough to fight off the chilling air and cover her breasts and crotch.
"You have found a friend in Constance, but it is a friendship that demands your flesh in return, for she has a hunger for young women unlike any man. She took great pleasure in washing you, and I daresay her rag lingered in places where I touched, for she desires to touch you in the same places. Did you enjoy her attention? Did she feel wetness when she touched you with her despicable fingers?"
Elsa turned her head away in shame, her mind confused as never before. Her flesh was so ready that it quickly aroused to anyone's touch, and knew that the guard spoke the truth. It was true that Constance washed her as a man would, deriving pleasure from the chore as no other woman would have done. And Elsa was betrayed by her body, for her flesh didn't know right from wrong, but merely awakened to a loving touch regardless of the source.
"I'll help you forget the pleasure of her touch," the guard announced as he retrieved a thick, wide leather belt from the wall. "When I unshackle your hands you will kneel before me."
He reached up and pulled the iron pins from the wrist shackles. Elsa fell to her hands and knees, trembling with fear as she didn't know what to expect. She felt his hands as they pulled her clothing up and bunched it at the waist, creamy ass exposed. It was not Elsa that he wished to whip but that hated woman Constance, but he couldn't get her into such a position again. He should have killed her when he had the chance. Therefore he attacked Elsa, knowing that the prisoner was of keen interest to Constance.
He held the strap up high and swung it down, the leather striking her ass with a loud smacking noise. Elsa cried out in pain as a stinging jolted through her. The first hit was quickly followed by a second and a third. Her ass burned with pain and turned angry red in color where the leather had bit into her flesh. Two more followed, and the creamy flesh was marked with angry red stripes as Elsa softly sobbed.
"Now please my staff and drink from it, or you'll feel the sting of leather many times again, and the whip will open the skin of your pathetic father as never before," he threatened as he loosened his trousers and released his erection.
Elsa kneeled on the cold hard floor. Her aching limbs were so stiff and sore that she could barely move. Her eyes gazed upon a man for her first time, and even in the semi-darkness it was a fearful sight. She felt the slippery pink head as it pressed against her lips, and she nervously opened her mouth. The rock-hard staff pushed deeply inside, and she felt as it throbbed against her tongue and cheeks. A horrid musk taste overwhelmed her senses as a thick drop of his seed was smeared around her mouth, and she started salivating.
The guard's hands roughly held her head, fingers grabbing handfuls of soft hair. His hips pumped back and forth, his long staff moving to and fro inside her mouth and nearly gagging her. Elsa didn't know what was expected yet wanted to please the guard to save her father any misery, so she started licking on the hardened prick and sucking on it with all the enthusiasm she could muster. The faster she licked and harder she sucked the more the staff leaked its seed. Elsa winced as the salty fluid assaulted her with its strong flavor.
"It comes natural to you," he whispered in approval, with a look of devious pleasure on his face. "Better than some and as good as any I've had, I can assure you."
Saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth and down her chin. His shaft slowly moved in and out of her delightful mouth, her lips wrapped tightly around its circumference as she eagerly devoured the hardness. His hips pushed further and drove his staff deeper until it nearly pressed against the back of her throat. Elsa wasn't sure how she kept from gagging..
The guard leaned forward and placed his outstretched hands against the cold stone wall behind her and closed his eyes. A devilish grin appeared on his contorted face as he savored the delightful warmth of her mouth and flicking tongue, feeling his balls filling with thick milky seed as his throbbing erection was so lovingly treated by the strikingly beautiful prisoner.
Elsa didn't understand why she wanted to please the despicable man, for it was not the threat of the stinging whip but an inner desire. With her lips tightly wrapped around the shaft she sucked upon his hardened staff as her tongue-tip darted over the mass, swallowing the thick milky semen as it seeped from the swollen head of his erection.
She felt the shame of the act as she knew her father hung from the cold stone wall helplessly. She sensed his rage, and knew that she needed to conclude the activity quickly to ease the pain of his helplessness.
Anxious for the act to be finished, she shamelessly devoured him with all her remaining energy. Her tongue licked over the smooth head as the staff slid back and started a forward motion. When the head was beyond its reach she licked the underside of the shaft. All the while her lips tightly gripped the swollen man-meat, and her mouth sucked as hard as it could, drawing the thick hot seed from the staff.
Elsa was rewarded for her actions as the guard grunted in delight. He thrust forward as he ejaculated, spurting lava-hot semen into the back of her mouth. He held his penis at the back of her throat and pulled her head against his crotch. His body tensed in pleasure. His staff twitched and jerked several more times as it delivered the remaining seed.
Elsa was nearly drowned by the semen that filled her mouth and she was forced to swallow the thick fluid, drinking it down as an infant its mother's milk, half-choking as she did. The rest mixed with her saliva and dripped from the corners of her mouth and down her chin.
"That'll save you and your father considerable pain," the guard decided as he replaced himself inside his clothing. "You had a real thirst for what I gave you. Did you enjoy it?"
"'It was exceptionally sweet, sir," Elsa lied, hoping to win his favor to lessen the misery of their confinement. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to allow me a taste of water and a rag to clean myself with."
The guard was in high spirits after his climax, and fetched a half-filled bucket. He laughed aloud as he swung it in her direction and splashed the water on her face and body. Elsa's hands smeared the water over her face and washed away the disgusting remnants of seed. She captured a mouthful of water and eagerly rinsed it out.
"Back in your shackles, your reprieve is ended," he declared.
* * * * *
Time passed slowly, and without the ability to see the rising or the setting of the sun it was impossible to know what time it was or how much had elapsed. But the hunger in belly told Elsa that she had been hanging from the dungeon wall for the better part of a day. It grumbled and complained in eagerness for food that would not likely be offered.
"You have your sister to thank for this," one guard said as two of them arrived with two cooked chickens in their hands.
"I'll unshackle one hand, but reach for the other and I'll run you clean through with my sword," one guard warned the father as a shackle pin was removed and the wrist released. He handed him part of the chicken and retained some for his own consumption.
"I'll feed you," the second guard announced as he snuggled up to Elsa.
Her eyes were drawn to the food, and it smelled more delicious than she thought possible. Her stomach grumbled in anticipation. He tore off a piece of meat and waved it before her eyes teasingly. Her mouth followed its motions and snapped at it hungrily, but he pulled it back repeatedly. He grinned as he discovered the game quite entertaining.
"Please," she begged in a hushed whisper so her father couldn't hear. "Please show just a brief moment of compassion for me after what I have done for you."
He leaned his head forward and dangled the meat. He drew her mouth to his with its tempting aroma and their lips kissed. Elsa closed her eyes and kissed him in desperation, hoping that her cooperation would be rewarded. It was her tongue that snaked deeply into his mouth, and for a time the muscles embraced and entwined. She tasted chicken in the kiss for he had not denied himself from enjoying the meal that he now used as a tool for torturing her.
When the kiss ended he gently placed the meat into her mouth. Elsa moaned as she chewed the meat and savored its flavor. Her sister was a fine cook. He held a cup of water to her lips and she drank as her eyes looked for more. He watched as she stared at the partially eaten chicken, anxious for more. But the guard was in a playful mood.
"Please," she pleaded with him.
He tore off another generous piece and used it to draw her mouth to his. Again she kissed his lips and her tongue moved deeply inside his mouth. But it wasn't half as satisfying as the first kiss, for her lips were greasy and lost their luster.
He placed the meat in her mouth and she devoured it quickly.
The other guard must have been junior to the one that taunted her, for he observed the goings-on with interest but didn't interrupt. The two men looked at one another and then at her, and she could see the rusty wheels in their minds turning.
They were equally complicitous as each grasped a shackle pin and released her wrists. Elsa fell to her hands and knees, but her gaze was never removed from the chicken.
"You can have it when you've finished with us," her guard decided. "No more games. You have my word on that."
"Your word?" her father angrily sneered. "All you say is said with a forked tongue."
"Say another word and I'll have her hot mouth pleasing you," he retorted. "Or have you already sampled her wares? It would account for her unusual skill."
Elsa finally turned her eyes away from the food and looked up at her father. He looked back with eyes that glistened with tears, and despite the urge to continue the argument he fell silent for his daughter's sake.
When she turned her head forward, the two men were exposed and she viewed their aroused manhood. It was an intimidating task that waited but there was no choice. She embraced the chore and was determined to see it through.
Each hand gently wrapped around a penis, and her soft fingers moved up and down the shafts. She took the tip of one into her warm mouth and sucked on the round head as her tongue danced over the smooth flesh. The guard groaned approvingly as he delighted from her oral efforts.
With a devilish grin on her face she pulled them both closer. They were surprised as her mouth opened wide and the tips of both were drawn inside. She noisily sucked on them both simultaneously, and her wildly vibrating tongue aroused both men equally. Their hands grasped her head and their finger sifted through the soft silky strands. The round heads both leaked with semen after several moments, and they were impressed by her enthusiasm.
Elsa moved her head back and concentrated fully on one. She pressed the head against her lips and it passed to the back of her throat. Both hands fondled the shaft and hairy balls and her head moved back and forth at a brisk pace, drawing the seed from his balls. She sensed the rising of his semen and could almost imagine the milky fluid as it surged through the natural tubing that guided it.
She moved her head back and sucked only on the tip until he groaned and tensed, then withdrew from him entirely as he teetered on the very edge of release. Her mouth moved to the other guard, and she did the same. Her mouth moved back and forth quickly, arousing and exciting him with her wildly sucking mouth and darting tongue.
And when he appeared to be close, her mouth moved back and sucked on the sensitized tip. And again she imagined the milky semen surging through the tubing, and just as his body tensed she retreated and left him hanging. It was her own form of torture that she delivered, just as they had to her. Except that hers had their balls aching with more semen than they could contain and no means by which to ejaculate it.
She leaned back and looked up at them. The misery in their eyes spoke volumes, and it warmed her heart. Her father realized what she was doing and the hint of a smile curled his lips for the first time. It was an emotional victory that energized their tired bodies at a time when depression and anger threatened to swallow them whole.
The guards saw the smile and knew she way toying with them. A hand sharply struck across her face and she was momentarily stunned. At that exact time a burly hand grabbed her long brown hair and pinned her head in place. His penis pressed inside her hot mouth again, and his hands and hips controlled what happened.
Elsa could not move, and his thrusting hips drove the penis to the very back of her throat. His anger was displayed in the speed and ferocity of his driving penis. She knew better than to deny him, and her mouth licked on the shaft as it passed in and out between her lips. She sucked on the mass of pulsating flesh as the horrid taste and smell of him filled her mouth and nostrils.
This time when he tensed she had no recourse and he ejaculated hot seed that filled her mouth. Three more times he thrust, and each time he twitched and refilled her mouth with more semen until finally the aching balls were emptied. She was forced to swallow much of it, and the rest dripped from the sides of her mouth and chin.
The other guard took over, and used the same technique for guaranteeing his pleasure. He lasted longer, probably several minutes. With each driving thrust the head bumped against the back of her throat as his anger was vented in the same manner as the first. Her mouth was sore and tired from her efforts, but she followed through and maintained the same enthusiasm for the task.
Finally her mouth was more than he could handle, and the aching balls released their load in a milky eruption that flooded her mouth with more than it could contain. It was a steady, continuous stream of hot seed much different than the other. She pushed all she could from her mouth with her tongue, and was relieved when the event was over.
She was left unshackled for a time. A pail of water was kicked close by and she cleaned her mouth and face. Then she turned her attention to the chicken and feasted on the sumptuous fare. It was the best meal of her life, and covered the taste and smell of the abusive guards.
* * * * *
"Unshackle the prisoner!" Constance commanded as she entered the dungeon.
"Two hours must pass before the appointed time has been reached," the guard responded, sneering at the woman angrily. "She's my prisoner until the stroke of midnight."
"No, I dare say she isn't," Constance fired back. "She's not some explicit tapestry hanging from the dungeon wall for your perverted pleasure, but a mere innocent girl on the threshold of womanhood for which she must be prepared. Release her, or Lord Arrington will hear of it."
The guard reluctantly complied. He pulled the pins from the shackles. He watched as Constance took Elsa into her arms and rubbed her sore, stiff limbs as they walked away.
"Go ahead, take the girl!" he shouted after them. "But for every hour until midnight her poor father will feel the whip!"
"Don't mind him. That creature is fearful of Lord Arrington, and only the Lord dictates punishment. Your father will no more feel the whip as he will a comforting shoulder upon which to lean. I have pleaded with the Lord to release you into my care early, for no matter the method, the loss of your virtue is worthy of some preparation."
"Thank you," Elsa responded, comforted by Constance's warm embrace. "I nearly gave myself to that animal for fear of the pain I know will come."
"There will be pain regardless of the method," Constance replied. "But at least this way you will not feel the shame of pleasing the likes of him. Come, this way."
She was taken up two flights of stairs and into a small chamber. Colorful tapestries covered the cold stone walls. Constance guided her to one corner of the room where a tub rested on four gnarled feet, steaming soapy water rising from within. The torn dress was removed from her body, and Constance helped her into the delightful water.
"I've heard of such things as this, but never before have I felt a pool of warm water around my body," Elsa said in sheer pleasure as the steamy warmth encompassed her chilled flesh. "It penetrates my bones and relieves my pain....I cannot thank you enough."
"You can thank me by telling me what wicked words the guard has spoken about me in my absence," Constance said. "He hates me, and I have nothing but contempt for him as well."
The soothing water loosened Elsa's lips, and as she soaked in the hot water she revealed the secrets Constance begged to hear. For two days she hung from that wall shackled not unlike a rack of beef, and his tongue filled the silence.
"Yes, he wanted me but was fearful, and he said he would take me but was suspicious of your devious ways," Elsa admitted. "I am certain he wanted my innocence, as there is no mistaking the signs of it. But his fear of you was greater, although I was willing enough to do anything to relieve my misery."
Constance retrieved a small vial from her clothing and pulled off the cap. She applied a large drop of amber liquid to a finger and again smeared it on Elsa's upper gum line.
"What was it you desired from that despicable man?" Constance questioned with a wry smile upon her lips. "Did you want to feel the pleasure of your quivering hips? Not only can a man provide such comfort, if you recall."
Elsa flushed red with embarrassment and looked away as she was keenly aware of how her body had reacted to the touch of Constance's fingers and mouth.
"The guard spoke of your strange desires, about your unusual taste for flesh not unlike your own. He is suspicious of your true identity."
"He is no man though he possesses the body of one. It is his soul that I despise, for it is as evil as any I have encountered. I would damn him, but such a curse would be his very salvation, I fear. Don't talk of him any more, for precious little time remains for your innocence."
As Elsa reclined in the warm water Constance gazed upon her naked form. Desire filled her heart. The beauty of the prisoner was without parallel in their small province. As Constance picked up a sponge and gently washed her arms she peered through the soapy water at the rounded breasts which she earlier washed with much pleasure, the firm mounds soft and smooth. Her hunger was like that of an infant, for her gaze was drawn to Elsa's pink nipples.
Elsa closed her eyes and relaxed in the calming water. The sponge washed away the soreness in her shoulders, and the memory of the guards dissipated like steam from the water's surface. She was gently prodded from her reclined position to a sitting position leaning forward, and the sponge cleansed her back. She then straightened up, and the sponge rubbed over and beneath her breasts, lingering upon her supple flesh for considerable time.
"The guard spoke the truth," Elsa whispered as she enjoyed the feeling of the sponge upon her breast. "Why do you have such a strange attraction for women?"
"It's your good fortune that I do, or else you'd still be chained to that dreadful wall with that man's seed dripping from your spoiled virtue," Constance answered, admitting her unusual passion for the same sex.
Constance dropped the sponge onto the water and took a breast into her left hand. She squeezed the smooth warm mound, her fingertips savoring the smoothness of the wet skin. Elsa jerked and her breathing quickened, pink nipples hardening as a tingling filled her young flesh. The woman's eyes remained closed as Constance rolled and pinched the nipple between her thumb and index finger, examining its rubbery texture and feeling the way it throbbed against her skin.
"No woman before you has responded so favorably so quickly, and I have enjoyed many. Your body is as ready as any to be taken. It hungers for the pleasure that I can bring. Stand up."
Elsa obediently stood. Her hands held the edge of the tub for support, for her legs were weak and trembling. She shivered as the cool air encompassed her wet skin. Teeth chattering, her lovely body tensed from the cold. Yet the sponge felt delightful as it washed her smooth belly and legs, rubbing the sore flesh as it cleansed her innocent skin. At last the sponge found its way between her legs. Soapy water dripped down her inner thighs as the sponge pressed against her outer lips and washed away the dried wetness that still clung to her flesh.
Constance pushed the folds apart with the fingers of her left hand and rubbed the wet sponge upon her luscious pink flesh. The contact created a tingling excitement within her body like none other. Elsa's fingers tightened on the edge of the tub and she softly groaned, heart pounding as smoldering warmth developed deep in her loins. The sponge returned to the water several times, and repeatedly she felt the wondrous warmth of the water and the delightful pressure of the sponge against her aroused virtue.
"Come, let me dry you," Constance announced as she stood up.
Elsa was startled from her trance, surprised that the pleasurable bath had so quickly ended. She stepped from the tub and into an outstretched towel, the thick fabric warming her. As she stood Constance rubbed the towel over her flesh, drawing the wetness from her skin. When all parts of her were dry the towel was removed. Constance took her by the hand and led her across the barren room. She pushed a curtain aside and revealed a small wooden table with numerous thick leather straps. It was unusual in that half appeared as a table as the other half was raised at an angle, and when sitting upon it she would be reclined as if leaning against a tree.
"The hair between your thighs must be shaved," Constance explained. "It is a painless task, and I shall do it carefully."
"I trust you completely, Constance, and am your willing servant for all you have done for me," Elsa replied, the sincerity apparent in her watery green eyes. "Despite the fear that embraces me I will be courageous."
Constance helped her upon the table and positioned her carefully. She skillfully cinched down four straps, two at the ankles and two just above the knees. Yet another thick strap was tightened across the lower belly. Finally her arms were secured at her sides at both the wrist and elbow. Elsa tried moving herself, but so securely was she bound that very little movement was possible. Despite her trust of Constance, Elsa's mouth went dry with fear.
"Fear not, my beautiful, for there is cause to celebrate," Constance said soothingly as she placed her hands upon a leg and gently caressed the silky cool skin. "For you are on the brink of womanhood. Tell me of your sister."
"In one year she will be as old as I am now, but the kind Lord has spared her!"
Constance looked down at the beautiful sweet face, and lightly kissed her soft lips. Elsa closed her eyes and did not resist. The flowery scent of her perfume was pleasing to Elsa's nose. Her naked body quivered upon the table, assaulted by a cold draft as the wind blew upon the thick castle walls. But the woman was warm within, and she trembled with a strange excitement initiated by the touching of their lips.
A tongue pushed between the lips and deeply inside her mouth. Elsa softly moaned as they tasted one another. Constance could taste the guard, for the flavor of his milky seed still laced Elsa's mouth. The tongues gently pressed together and entwined as tingling warmth filled them both. Their passion quickly grew from the intimate kissing. Elsa could feel the wetness leaking from her belly once again, and it tinged the air with sex.
After the kiss Constance reached her hands down outside of Elsa's view and pulled back upon a handle. A loud clicking followed, and the bottom section of the table separated in an inverted V angle. As it moved, Elsa's legs were pulled further and further open until her woman-flesh was exposed and easily accessible. Constance picked up a rolled cloth from a small table and stepped between Elsa's thighs. She sat upon a stool and placed the cloth on Elsa's smooth, flat belly. Elsa looked down fearfully as the cloth roll was opened. It contained tiny tools that would be used to remove the offensive curls.
"Relax, relax," Constance comforted her prisoner, gently caressing her smooth upper thighs. "You shall feel no pain."
A comb sifted through the thin brown patch of curly hair, tenderly separating the knotted strands. Constance placed the comb down and picked up scissors. She cut away the soft curls of hair, clipping them as closely to the skin as possible. Constance was careful not to break the tender skin as she cut away the curls which flanked the precious pink folds. Elsa remained as still as a rock despite the coldness, and in short order only dark stubble remained.
Constance dipped hot water from a small container and doused the pubic mound. The curls dripped to the floor, carried away by the water. She picked up the razor. The shiny blade cut away the last remnants of hair as Constance wielded it with great skill.
She admired her work as her eyes gazed upon the pyramid of pubic flesh. The small folds of her lips glistened with the slightest of wetness, and in their swelled condition they parted enough to give a hint of the warm velvety flesh hidden within. It was a tempting sight that quickened Constance's heart, and her mouth salivated in anticipation of experiencing the taste of the prisoner upon her lips once again.
She watched with nervous excitement as Constance picked up a white scarf with which she covered Elsa's eyes. Constance was gentle yet her knot was tight, and with this loving but firm touch all sense of sight was removed.
"I will bring you pleasure until ten minutes before the appointed time, for the taste of you heightens the powers I need to prepare your sacrifice. When the Lord comes he will escort us to the dungeon where the device calls home. Your father will be present but his words you shall not hear for he will be chained and gagged so as not to interrupt your punishment. Leather shall strike your buttocks seven times but will not break your precious skin. Then you will be positioned on the device. You are forbidden to speak, although you may freely sound out in pain and ecstasy."
Elsa shivered, the cold again seeping into her naked body as the warmth from the bath water dissipated. She listened to Constance's words carefully, and acknowledged the order for silence with a nod of her head, unsure if it was even noticed. She felt the cloth and instruments lifted from her belly, then the warmth of Constance's hands on her inner thighs. Fingers and palms rubbed and caressed her quivering inner thighs, slowly rising upwards towards her hairless crotch.
"Oh," Elsa softly groaned.
Her body tensed and hands tightened into fists when Constance's fingers pressed against the folds of her luscious crotch, pushing them open as petals of a rare and beautiful flower, exposing the delicate center. Warm pressure followed. The pressure of Constance's mouth and tongue moved up and down her moist valley of flesh, fully exploring her untouched womanhood in a most perverted yet intriguing manner. Elsa suspected that Constance had some special knowledge in knowing exactly where to place her tongue.
"Yes!" Elsa cried out as an intense excitement gripped her body, filling her with strange tingling sensations that were new to her and caused her natural wetness to flow.
Constance's tongue and mouth devoured the woman. Her flicking tongue was like a stone in a pond, creating rippling waves of pleasure. Elsa fought against the restraints as her body writhed, fingers forming tight fists and her toes curling up as the smoldering warmth overwhelmed her. Constance's hot tongue and warm lips were like the glowing tip of a hot iron, heating her succulent flesh. Elsa groaned and shuddered in pleasure as Constance looked upon her with devious eyes, mouth hungrily sucking the wetness from the woman's valley, savoring the musk-sweet flavor of her virgin flesh.
"Oh," the prisoner groaned in delight as her young supple body writhed in joy from the pleasure Constance's tongue generated. It awakened a wondrous part of her body and generated burning warmth deep within her belly.
With a wicked grin upon her face Constance eagerly licked and sucked upon the delicious pink virgin flesh, swallowing the thick sweet honey as it leaked from Elsa's helpless folds. Her lips and tongue expertly manipulated the swollen hooded nub, creating sensations of sheer ecstasy within the prisoner's gorgeous body. Elsa groaned aloud as she twitched and writhed upon the hard wood table, limbs straining against the straps in vain as she approached her first orgasm.
Within moments Constance's attentive lips and tongue delivered her to ecstasy, and for several moments the lovely prisoner grimaced and grunted in joyful delight as her fair body jerked and twitched in intense sexual release. Constance excitedly sucked upon her woman-flesh, drinking the thick warm nectar as it oozed from Elsa's center. As Elsa enjoyed the pleasure of sexual release, Constance felt delightfully energized by the thick honey she consumed.
CLICK! SQUEEEEEEK!
Constance heard the door as it opened. She knew that it could be none other than Lord Arrington and his guards. The time had passed so quickly that Constance was left with a yearning for the prisoner. Her flesh was unusually sweet, and she wanted to feast upon her longer. With great reluctance Constance withdrew her head from between the silky thighs. She noted with delight that although the pink folds of flesh glistened invitingly, not a drop of that sweet wetness was wasted upon the floor.
Constance extracted the glass vial from a pocket and pulled off the cap. She placed a thick drop upon her middle finger. She thought again and added more to it. Elsa obediently watched in silence, and then cooperatively opened her mouth to accept the wondrous potion. It was rubbed along her upper gums. Within moments she felt the full effects, and a smile formed on her sweet lips as her spent energy was returned twofold.
"She is ready, my Lord," Constance announced. "I have prepared her well. The leather will sting but the device will not be cruel to young virgin flesh as ready and willing as this. Her pain will be minimal, I assure you."
He motioned to two guards at his side that quickly approached the prisoner and loosened the bindings. The process was slow, for they were distracted by her nudity. Her beauty attracted their glances and they enjoyed the view. Elsa did not think poorly of them for doing so. Once released from the table a leather belt was tightened around her waist. Her wrists were shackled to the strap. The guards prodded her and Elsa blindly walked between them toward an uncertain future.
* * * * *
The air was cold and heavy, and smelled of mold. Elsa shivered, both from fear and a chill that invaded her flesh. The only warmth she felt was unintentionally supplied by the guards. When they sensed they could not be observed, they briefly fondled her jiggling breasts and slipped their hands between her thighs.
She welcomed the touching, for she found it erotic and exciting. It sparked renewed warmth in her loins that radiated throughout her body. When the guard on her left cupped a swell of bouncing flesh she leaned towards him and savored the warmth of his fingers. They teasingly pinched the hardened nipple and it triggered the release of nectar.
When the guard on her right slipped a hand between her thighs and felt her bald virtue, she stopped as if too frightened to continue the journey. Her trembling legs shifted apart and allowed the hand access. When the curious fingers touched her folds she shuddered in delight, and he found them moist. The fingers lingered as long as they dared, and then she was pulled forward after the hesitation.
As they descended down steps her progress slowed for without sight it was difficult for her to navigate. She almost fell and the guard behind caught her before all balance was lost. When his hands reached around they cupped both breasts, and she sighed in delight as the fingers caressed the supple mounds and pinched on both nipples.
She turned her head to the right and leaned back, and his mouth pressed against hers. His hot tongue thrust deeply into her mouth and they passionately kissed. The writhing muscles hungrily entwined, and for several moments they shared an erotically charged moment that filled her body with intense desire. She felt his manhood as it swelled and vibrated upon her lower back. He maintained the touching and kissing for as long as he dared, and then retreated.
"Keep up!" Lord Arrington requested in irritation.
"Yes, sir!" the guard who had kissed her replied.
He prodded her to move faster, and when the bottom of the steps was reached she was pulled into a new direction. The air was colder, and she shuddered from another chill. Her nipples swelled harder still and they impatiently throbbed, eager for stimulation.
When the guards returned to her side they enjoyed a final opportunity. As the others that walked with them rounded a tight corner she was quickly pressed against the damp stone wall. She was as anxious as they and her thighs willingly moved far apart. Two hands rubbed on the glistening folds of her center, two hands encompassed her breasts, and hot mouths sucked and nibbled on her pulsating nipples.
The breath caught in her throat and her virtue surged with wetness. She stifled her moaning and said nothing as her entire form shuddered in shameless pleasure. Their fingers smeared the nectar all over her crotch as they both explored her innocence. She gasped when a finger found the swollen nub, and it sent waves of intense excitement rippling through her writhing flesh. When the footsteps ahead of them faded the guards knew they couldn't dare linger any more than they already had.
Doors noisily opened, and she was led into a dungeon chamber. Finally she was stopped at an unknown point.
There were noises Elsa couldn't identify, and a short time passed. Her young body trembled helplessly, legs weak with fear. For several minutes she stood upon the cold stone floor without so much as a flinch, so great was her fear.
The leather strap was sudden and unexpected. It struck her bare ass without warning, and sharp pain jolted through her flesh. Her jaw tightened and her fingers curled into tight balls as the stinging invaded every part of her. The pain of the belt was intensified by the cold, and inside her head every muscle screamed in protest.
She heard Constance's voice as she whispered to the Lord in explanation. "The pain from the strap, seven in all, provides the power the device needs to awaken and feed. Too much pain and its power will devour the flesh, too little and the woman's virtue is sacrificed with little satisfaction. I know of this secret, and with it Travalar's spirit will receive its blessing for as little sacrifice as possible."
The wide leather strap struck again and again with a loud slapping noise. After the initial blow Elsa her cried out in pain, which echoed within the small chamber. Each time the strap struck her ass the prisoner shrieked. Her flesh was reddened but unbroken by the whipping, and it burned as if seared by fire. Seven strokes her body received, and by the time the last had fallen upon her flesh tears streamed down her cheeks. Her soft sobs sounded and she visibly trembled. The pain of her whipping was evident as her ass was bright red where the leather had struck.
Silent orders were issued, and a guard released her wrists from the shackles and removed the belt. Unseen hands prodded her in an uncertain direction, and she was sat upon a round wooden seat that had an opening beneath her virtue. Its height had been adjusted prior to her arrival, and Constance verified that the height was still correct.
Her arms were held outstretched, high above her head, and both wrists were secured in shackles. Her ankles were locked in, forcing her thighs far apart. She sat upon the device with her breasts dangling, the pink nipples fully swollen. She trembled fearfully as Constance reached a finger into her mouth and rubbed another application of potion onto her gums. Elsa grimaced from the awful taste but welcomed the relief she knew would come.
With an ominous CLICK-CLICK sound the chains to which her wrists were shackled lifted upwards as the slack was removed. It pulled up on her arms until her torso was taut. So secure was Elsa that any motion at all was impossible except the heaving of her chest as she deeply sucked in the dank, musty air. Warm fingers pinched on her nipples until they were swollen, and upon the hardened nubs clamps were placed with small teeth that sharply bit into the flesh.
The prisoner swallowed hard, lips dry with nervous fear as preparations were made. She tested the bindings with all her strength but they refused the slightest give. As the dreaded moment approached her fear multiplied. Soft groaning escaped her throat and her beautiful naked body shivered, more from fear than the chilly air. Even after she was secured into place several minutes elapsed as final preparations were accomplished, though she was blind to what was happening beneath.
Constance herself aligned the heart of the device. It reminded her of Travalar himself and she longed for his loving embrace. The replica of him was six inches in length and two inches in width. The shaft was knurled, and the round tip mushroomed and was smooth. The base of the shaft was attached to an iron rod, and the base of the rod passed through two supports and ended on one side of a large wheel.
The wheel was made from the heart of the tree, where the threads of silver and gold were most dense. This is where his spirit was stored, and its appearance was like nothing ever before seen. It was obvious that as the wheel spun it would drive the wooden man-replica upwards six inches, and would thereupon be pulled back down an equal distance. Yet there was nothing to turn the wheel, a fact that was not lost on Lord Arrington.
Constance kneeled between the thighs of their sacrificial prisoner, and her fingers touched the moist folds. Elsa groaned loudly in delight. She touched the woman's hooded nub precisely and the stimulation created intense waves of tingling joy. The oozing wetness flowed and smeared upon the fingers. Constance applied the juice to the round tip of the shaft, and it strangely came to life.
"It's awake," she announced in an excited voice. "My beloved Travalar is back."
The wheel beneath the seat moved of its own accord, and pushed through the opening at the center of the seat. It slowly rotated and the round tip pushed between the folds of her aroused virtue. Elsa moaned as the pressure against her flesh inspired more tingling warmth. It paused at the tiny opening of her canal.
It wasn't possible. It was inconceivable. Although the scarf blocked all vision, a man appeared before her. She sat upon his lap, and it was him that she felt pressed upon her virtue. His face was creased with deep wrinkles, but his eyes were soft and kind. When he smiled her heart fluttered, and she was filled with warmth and desire. Hs hands cupped her heaving breasts, and his fingers pinched on her nipples.
His lips kissed hers, and she kissed him back. It was a strange sight for the observers of the sacrifice, for it seemed she enjoyed the experience and made strange motions. Her body tensed and alternately relaxed, and when relaxed the wheel beneath the seat slowly rotated and drove the phallic device upwards.
The woman gasped and grunted as the round tip forced the doorway open, and the wooden penis popped inside and tore through the fragile membrane that marked her innocence. Her wetness flowed and her virgin canal embraced the tip and shaft. The nectar eased the pain as her tight walls were forced apart. The wheel slowly rotated back and forth as the penis tenderly burrowed inside.
The hard penis warmed her center and the chill that had settled into her bones was gone. The fear she initially felt was transformed into passion as she savored the loving touch of the stranger. The kissing got faster and their tongues danced wildly against one another. The hands on her swells continued the soft caressing and she joyously moaned.
Her virtue was sore but greeted his thrusts, and his hardness filled the aching cavity and pushed deeper still. Her wetness steadily flowed, and as it embraced the penis it was magically absorbed by the silver and gold veins. The device started to hum, as if vibrating with excitement. The observers were nervous and glanced over at Constance who reassured them with a look that all was well.
Her steady moaning suddenly quickened and it was misinterpreted by some as pain. But it was pleasure her wavering voice announced, and her unmoving form momentarily tensed. Although she could not move Elsa cried out in delight and twitched in uncontrollable spasms of ecstasy. Intense joyous pleasure surged through her flesh and overwhelmed her racing mind. Her heart pounded harder than ever and seemed as if it might burst. She could barely breathe, yet she panted heavily.
She was amazed by the tremendous sensations that filled her center. She seemingly floated, spinning round and round. She squirted a steady stream of wetness that was readily taken, and just as the orgasm ended another began. The driving penis filled her completely, and moved in and out at a brisk pace. Elsa couldn't get enough air as wave after wave of unending delight rushed through her. Her quivering thighs jerked and her head leaned forward as she grunted in pure delight.
She looked into the gentle eyes of the man that enjoyed her, and her peripheral vision darkened so that all she saw was his pupils. The wrist shackles dug into the tender skin as she convulsed in uncontrollable spasms, her long brown hair in disarray. Several strands clung to her sweaty forehead, and the salty dampness soaked into the top edge of her blindfold. Small pearls of honey appeared in the pink valley of her womanhood, and they dripped upon the shaft as it slid in and out of her creamy center.
The breath caught in her throat and she grew dizzy as the second orgasm drained the remaining strength from her body. All her wetness was consumed, and when the device took all she had, a wave of dizziness struck and she passed out.
Lord Arrington stepped up to the prisoner. Her father dangled from wall shackles on the far side of the room, mouth gagged, as tears of shame soaked his sullen face.
"She is a rare sacrifice, and the device is pleased," Constance whispered with a lustful smile upon her lips. "Field your troops and glory will follow. And share your victory. The eldest daughter of the vanquished Lord Wesley must be sacrificed to keep its favor."
"We were most fortunate for the transgressions of her father," Lord Arrington commented, hinting that perhaps sorcery was somehow used to force the man's timely and unfortunate tirade. "Although I find it personally distasteful and lacking in nobility, you shall have the daughter."
Constance returned her attention to Elsa. "She is exhausted and in need of a long sleep, and food thereafter."
"Release the prisoner and take her to the guest chamber, and place her in the bed," he commanded to the guards, and then to Constance said "I trust you will see to the rest."
She nodded her assent.
His eyes were drawn to the beautiful naked woman, as were those of all who were present. She was undeniably appealing. The guards released a catch and the chains that held the wrist shackles loosened. The pins were extracted and her arms released from bondage. They fell to her side, stiff and sore. Her eyes opened as she regained consciousness, aware of her impending release from the strange device. Relief was visible in her half-opened eyes.
A smile formed on her lips as the pleasure lingered in her loins. Her belly was still warm and tingly, but the nectar had ceased to flow. When she glanced down between her legs she thought for sure that nectar would be dripping from the pink folds, but there appeared to be no such mess. She thought that odd as the guards kneeled before her and removed the pins from the ankle shackles.
The men's eyes were only inches from her spoiled virtue. They openly gazed upon her flesh. Once one ankle was released she could have closed her thighs and removed the temptation, but she allowed their lingering gaze. It was pointless to deny them the simple pleasure. Instead her legs remained open and she smiled down at them.
"A rare sight that was, watching her upon that wooden beast, creaming as she was," one guard remarked to the other in a devious tone of voice. "It's a real man she needs, not a contraption such as that. And with not a hair on her it's easier to see that pink flesh."
"Shhhh!" the other responded, fearful of Constance. "Perhaps we will get our chance, but don't let that evil woman hear of it."
Constance was suspicious and followed the guards as they lifted the prisoner to her feet and supported her. Neither touched her flesh except to aid in her transportation, for they were closely watched.
* * * * *
A call to arms was issued, and men reluctantly left the fields and joined for battle. Some were up to the task, and whooped and hollered happily. Others showed up with little will to fight. Slightly more than three hundred were available, and after assembling Lord Arrington addressed them. He spoke of a united kingdom, beginning with Lord Wesley's castle.
Word leaked out and Lord Wesley was not unprepared. But he had no knowledge of the strange wooden device that accompanied the meager force. He fielded a thousand men, three times the number, and was confident in success. And after Lord Arrington was defeated, he planned to press the attack and take his castle as well.
Lord Arrington was nervous, as were his men. Each thought of death as they saw the number they faced. But a strange thing happened. As they formed into three groups of one hundred, men started running from Lord Wesley's ranks. At first it was one or two, but then in groups of five and six. The men didn't see a smaller force, but a much larger one. Ten thousand men stared them down, armed with vicious weapons and with limbs of iron. They appeared as giants.
Lord Wesley himself looked across the filed of battle and fear gripped his heart. The horse he rode upon was spooked and restless, and knocked him from its back. Lord Wesley joined his men and they fled to the castle gates.
Lord Arrington was filled with disbelief and through inaction almost allowed the opposing force to retreat behind the castle walls. His son took command and ordered a charge, and on the heels of the fleeing enemy they entered the castle before the gates could be closed. Few men stood and fought, and the fight was won before it began.
"And so it begins," Lord Arrington whispered to himself.