Copyright (c) 2012,   madvlad.  ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, January 30, 2012

This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and 
may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites.  Mr Double 
may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.


A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: theinnke.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com





story_codes: MMMMMM/f(13)ggg(11, 7, 4), rape, cons?

story_intro: When a band of bandits seek refuge at an inn for the night, they find the food and wine is alright, but desire some entertainment as well. Thirteen year-old Mary is raped by the gang, followed by eleven year-old Ellen. When the marauders leave at daybreak, they take seven year-old Matilda and four year-old Tess with them for  further amusement later on.

story_language: English





The Innkeeper's Daughters, part 1

Written by madvlad


	"If Asgarth doesn't get here with the horses soon, we'll be riding in daylight. But there's nothing to do about it."

	Edwin scowled as he looked out the window into the darkened village, trying to will the appearance of the horses. He and his men were wanted by the Crown and the Church for various and violent deeds. What was supposed to have been an easy raid on a merchant caravan had gone disastrously wrong when most of the merchants turned out to be the earl's men-at-arms in disguise.

	Edwin and Geoffrey had been the only ones to escape, leaving their horses behind as they used the thick woods to hide while fleeing. They had met up with the other four members of his band who were waiting elsewhere. It was Asgarth who had suggested stealing horses from a stable to the north. Edwin thought it was a good plan since they needed the speed of good mounts. And the Earl of Fendale's men would be expecting them to head south.

	While Asgarth went to the stable, Edwin and the others found an inn in a village whose inhabitants were all asleep. After waking the innkeeper, his men forced there way in, demanding wine and food. Edwin had them search the place first to make sure there were no others who might slip out and raise an alarm for Edwin was well-known in these parts. And England in the Year of Our Lord 1210 was not a forgiving place for criminals.

	Two guests sleeping upstairs were easily dispatched by opening their throats with daggers. Geoffrey found the innkeeper's wife and four daughters in the back. Edwin had them brought to the tavern area to make sure the innkeeper behaved himself. The innkeeper's wife was a round, plain woman who attracted little interest from the men. But the oldest daughter, Mary, was thirteen and had small, perky mounds beneath the bosom of her dress. Edwin made her serve him and his men and they all enjoyed teasing the girl and stealing a pinch here and there.

	While the innkeeper tended the wine cask, his wife huddled in the corner with the other three daughters. Like their sister, Mary, all the girls had long brown hair. Ellen was eleven, Matilda seven, and Tess, the baby, was four. All four children had brown eyes while Ellen and Tess shared the same golden tint in theirs. Edwin watched them closely for any sign of trouble. While the others cried and asked their parents what was happening, little Tess stayed quiet, watching everything with huge eyes.

	"Does she talk?" he asked the mother with idle curiosity.

	"Very little, sir," the frightened woman replied. "She's perfectly capable when she wants to, but it seems she has little use for words."

	"She'll make someone a fine, silent wife, then," joked Geoffrey.
As the night wore on, the men grew tired of just making lewd comments and grabbing feels of Mary. Now, three hours later, Mary was bent over a table with the remnants of her dress torn open, servicing a man from behind. Her young breasts which had held such promise beneath her dress were bruised and adorned with scratches and bite marks. Her parents had protested when the girl had first been pulled onto the table, pleading that their daughter was still innocent. The men had jeered at the idea of a serving wench would have kept her legs closed, even at thirteen.

	But the dark stains that streaked down Mary's inner thighs and matted the wispy beginnings of her pubic hair testified that she had indeed been a virgin. Mary still wept softly as the man behind her pummeled her greatly abused young cunt. He finished in a gush of hot slime and adjusted his tunic as he walked away. Geoffrey was next, ready for his third time, when he looked at the weeping girl and frowned.

	"Not much in the way of a lively tune from this one anymore," the huge man said, scratching at his blonde hair. "Perhaps we need to play a different instrument."

	The men laughed as he scooped some butter from a bowl that had shattered on the floor during Mary's initial rape. He slathered it on his cock and moved behind the girl. Mary's muted crying swiftly rose to shrieks as her anus was ripped open by Geoffrey's greasy prick.

	"That's it, girl!" he bellowed. "Sing us a song."

	One of the other men tapped his floor and slapped a table with his hand, keeping time with every thrust from Geoffrey as the thug battered the young teen's bowels. But Mary was mostly spent and lacked the strength to keep screaming throughout her buggering. By the time Geoffrey came in her bruised rectum, she was back to quietly sobbing again.

	Edwin was stiff and ready, but the girl with her bleeding and cum-drenched holes was old news.

	"Get me a fresh one," he ordered as he untied the string of the woolen tights he wore beneath his tunic.

	The men rolled Mary, who was barely conscious, to the floor. Matilda pressed her face against her mother's shoulder as one of the men came for them. Since he was eyeing Ellen, the eleven year-old hugged Tess, her favorite sister and told her to be brave. The man roughly pulled her upright and shoved her toward the table. Ellen's poise dissolved in fright as her dress was cut completely open with a knife, exposing her to the hungry leers of Edwin and his men.

	Now the innkeeper, unable to protect his eldest daughter, lunged forward before Geoffrey easily dropped him to the floor with a blow from his club. Undeterred by that small distraction, Edwin gazed at the preteen being held on the table with her wrists over her head while he smeared some butter on his cock. Small swellings beneath her nipples showed where breasts would soon sprout. Her virgin quim was still unmarked by any trace of hair.

	"Let's see if we can turn you into a proper trollop like your sister," he sneered as he pressed his cock against the slit of the pleading young girl.

	Ellen's shrieks bounced off the heavy oak beams on the ceiling as Edwin ended her virginity with a fearful tearing through her membrane. The blood immediately gave the villain more lubrication as he bulled his way into her narrow passage. While the men laughed, the preteen's wailing continued unabated as her barely developing sex was forced into full usage.

	"Let's see if we can help these along in their growth," said one man and he pinched the tender flesh of one chest nubbin. A rough fingernail tore at the child's skin as he squeezed her prepubescent breast and made it bulge.

	"Look lads! She's got a tit now!"

	Edwin hammered at Ellen's cunt, relishing the keen grip of the newly opened hole on his cock as he made the child his new whore. Still in unrelenting agony, Ellen writhed on the table, but was pinned by the hands that held her wrists at one end and the marauding prick that speared her at the other. With a wolf-like grunt, Edwin came, smirking at the horror on the girl's face as she felt his jism swell inside of her.

	Edwin stepped away, not bothering to wipe his dick as he stuffed them back into his trousers.

	"Get it while the stew is hot, lads," he called.

	Ellen's pussy was still dribbling semen and blood when the next man pushed into her.

	An hour later, Ellen's tight snatch still provided the men ample ways to make her scream as they forcefully jabbed their pricks between the child's aching thighs. Edwin was back at the window and quickly unbolted the door as Asgarth stepped in, shaking dampness from the morning mist from his long, stringy hair.

	"I've got mounts for us all," he said and looked at the naked girl being savaged on the table. "Looks like you lads have had a time of it while I've been trying to save our skins."

	"Leave it alone," growled Edwin. "There's two more left we can take for some fun later."

	Geoffrey rolled Ellen from the table, letting her land nearly on top of Mary. One of the other's tore Matilda from her mother while Geoffrey sauntered over to Tess. The innkeeper's wife clutched her youngest to her bosom.

	"She's just a baby!"

	Geoffrey plucked the little girl from her mother's hold with barely any effort and held her in one arm. His hand gave her little bubble butt a hard squeeze as he looked her in the eyes.

	"Then she should be a tight little fuck."

	"Nooo!" the mother wailed before another man silenced her with a blow to the head.

	Edwin looked around the room. The innkeeper and his wife were both unconscious and the two raped sisters were curled up and sobbing on the floor.

	"Take the lamps to it all," he ordered. "I don't want any of 'em to sound the alarm. This should give us plenty of headway.

	The men dashed the lamps against the right places, starting several merry blazes. Taking the two smaller girls with them, the band mounted their horses and fled south.

	After two hours of hard riding that brought them into a large forest, Edwin, wishing to preserve to horses, ordered the group to a horse-walking pace. He rode with Tess seated in front of him. On the horse behind them was Asgarth with Matilda similarly placed on the saddle as her sister.

	Matilda was frightened and miserable; unable to stop crying. She was afraid for her parents and older sisters, who had been hurt when the bad men set there fires and rode away. Now the seven year-old supposed she should look after Tess, but she had no idea how to even defend herself.

	While huddled with her mother, she had been horrified by what the men did with those big, hurtful things when they used them on Mary and Ellen. It must have hurt because she never saw either girl cry before and there was so much blood between their legs.

	That part still had Matilda confused. About a year ago, she had accidentally found Mary in a copse of trees not far from the inn, making strange sounds and touching herself in the place that Matilda had thought was only used for passing water. Mary had recently begun growing bumps on her chest and Matilda wondered if this had something to do with Mary's actions since her sister was using her other hand on one of her new bumps.

	Although startled at first, Mary - who was always kind and patient with her young sisters - explained how a girl could make herself feel very good by touching her cunny in certain ways. Matilda was very curious about this and soon had her dress lifted so that Mary could show her how. It became a secret between the two of them and they would often steal away and finger their hairless quims while looking at each other's pussy. Matilda loved it when she got wet. A few times, Mary would touch herself just right and would quiver for several seconds. Matilda hadn't been able to do that yet, but she loved how she felt just the same.

	Now she wished she was with Mary in the trees or helping Momma stir the stew over the fire while listening to Papa haggle with Friar Martin over a cask of wine. The thoughts of home and her current situation made her keep crying.

	"That's enough out of you," Asgarth griped. "I'll give you something to cry about soon enough, but for now, just shut it. There, you see - your sister has it right."

	Just ahead of them and slightly to one side, Edwin and Tess were riding. Tess was looking into the woods and had held up a finger to her mouth in a shushing gesture. Matilda tried to stop crying altogether but could only manage to temper it down to some softer weeping. She hoped it was enough to keep Tess from becoming too frightened.

	Later, Tess made the same motion of her finger to her lips while gazing off to the side. Matilda thought it odd that Tess would not look directly at her, but her little sister was always a bit different. Papa always used to claim that faeries had left Tess on the doorstep and Matilda half believed it. Still, Matilda managed to control herself down to some occasional sniffling for her sister's sake.

	By late afternoon, Edwin called them to a halt. They stopped in a clearing, tying the horses' leads to trees. They broke out some bread, cold ham, and cheese they had taken from the inn for lunch. They offered none to the girls, who had no appetite anyway.

	"Now for some dessert," Asgarth remarked as he casually approached the sisters.

	Grabbing Matilda by the collar, he threw her to the ground and flipped her onto her back. With his knife, Asgarth made quick work of opening her dress. The cool forest air wafted over the youngster's smooth, flat chest and the little bald mound between her out-flung thighs that attracted the man's attention. At first, Matilda had been stunned by his actions, but when she saw him left his tunic and take his cock in hand, she began screaming.

	Tess could only watch helplessly as the man plunged his turgid member into Matilda's virgin pussy. But Matilda's tight little quim was hard work to enter and Asgarth cursed as he was stopped quickly. The girl's round outer lips bulged to the side where his head was battering at her entrance. Determined to get in, he shoved and made Matilda wail as her inner labia stretched and tore. It would only be the first of the damage.

	Putting his weight into his next charge, Asgarth broke through the membrane of Matilda's innocence. Encouraged by his progress, he heaved and twisted his hips as he forced more cock into the child's cuntlet, ripping his way further into her body. Matilda tried to kick him off, but his weight against her spread legs was easily too much for her to overcome.

	"Now you're fit for fucking," Asgarth crowed as he thrust in and out of the screaming seven year-old.

	Asgarth held himself up on his hands, giving the others a good view of his prick as it savaged Matilda's unready sex. Through her quiet tears, Tess saw Matilda's blood smeared all over the grotesquely stretched opening between her legs. The bad man cursed again, but in an odd tone of voice as he stopped and shook a little bit. Then he got off of Matilda, pulling his thing out from her. A lot of blood mixed with something white stained the dead leaves below Matilda's crotch.

	Tess was relieved that this was over, but then the really big bad man who had pinched her bottom took the first man's place. His thing was even bigger and Tess squeezed her eyes shut as he pressed it into her sister. Matilda tried to scream, but the intensity of the new assault drove the breath from her. Desperately, her hands scrabbled at the twigs and leaves as she fought to regain her wind.

	Edwin watched Geoffrey hammer is tool into the little girl's brutally opened twat and shook his head. Not that he was opposed to the rape, but he didn't know how much longer the girl's orifice would be of any use after his huge henchman was done. Oh, there was always the rump and, if one was willing to risk injury, the mouth. But Edwin liked the pussy. Fortunately, there was another one available.

	Tess opened her eyes as someone pulled her by the hair. Edwin was leading her away from the others who were hurting Matilda.

	"Over there, by that rock," he said as he shoved her forward.

	Taking his knife out, Edwin reached down to cut the child's dress off. But Tess looked away from him and put her finger over her mouth again. She was an odd one, Edwin thought. But it was no matter. While her head was turned, he sliced open the front of her dress and pulled it from her small body. Surprised, Tess looked back at him with fear-filled yellowish brown eyes. Edwin stepped back to admire his handiwork.

	"What a pretty little cunt you have there, girl. So small and not a hair to hide behind. And I love that plumpness - I'll bet you'll bleed out plenty of juice when you get a proper dick in there, won't you?"

	Behind them, Geoffrey roared in triumph as he often did when he came. Edwin eyed the four year-old in front of him carefully, wondering how well she could take a rape. Judging by how the sister was doing, Edwin wagered that this little slip of a girl wouldn't hold up very well. Although he had killed plenty of people of both sexes and all ages by blade and by hand, he had never fucked someone to death.

	Edwin wondered what it would feel like with his prick shredding little Tess on the inside, perhaps spearing her womb with the head. She'd be so much fun - all tight and slippery. Would he be able to fear her final, fading heartbeat with his cock?
His reverie was cut short by the sound of some branches snapping beyond him. Tess touched her finger to her lips again, but Edwin barely noticed as he called out a warning to his men.

	"Geoffrey! Fetch my shield! Geoffrey?"

	Edwin looked behind him to where Geoffrey was still kneeling beside his rape mate, his cock dripping with Matilda's blood. The big man might have been trying to answer him since his lower jaw was moving, but the crossbow bolt in the ruins of his left eye socket prevented him from speaking. With nothing else to do, Geoffrey fell forward to the ground and died.

	It all happened in an instant as Edwin swept his head to the front. Another of his men fell, punctured by two pikes as the earl's men came charging from the deeper woods. While the others were yelling as they attacked, a grim-faced man emerged without a sound, holding a sword aloft as he ran toward Edwin. Edwin recognized him as the man who had led the ambush among the merchant caravan.

	Edwin swiftly drew his sword, barely able to parry the man's ferocious blow. But the ruffian had not had time to properly set his feet and stumbled backward. As Edwin managed to bring his sword up to guard against another overhead blow, his attacker abruptly dropped his angle and plunged his sword through Edwin's stomach. As Edwin screamed and fell to the ground, the man followed him with his sword, keeping it embedded in Edwin's body.

	"Finish it, then!" Edwin growled, but the man only twisted the sword, torturing the impaled man's guts.

	The man-at-arms never spoke as he kept flicking his wrist, adding to Edwin's misery.

	"Damn you to Hell!" Edwin yelled in defiance.

	The soldier stopped and tilted his head in a polite nod.

	"After you, sir," the man calmly said and gave his sword a nasty turn.

	Edwin screamed as the fire in his belly became pure, white-hot agony. Then everything fell to blackness.

	
As Asgarth, the last of the band fell to another sword, more mounted men arrived in a gallop on the path the criminals had used. They were led by a man in a fine red tunic who held his hand up for them to halt and observed the carnage in the clearing.

	"Good work, Stephan. The earl will be pleased," he called to the man who had sent Edwin to his eternal reward.

	"Thank you, Sir Robert," Stephan replied to the knight.

	"Still, the least you could have done was to save one or two from us," Sir Robert called as he tossed Stephan a wineskin.

	Stephan merely shrugged and drank as Sir Robert called out orders to the others.

	"Take their heads - they'll be mounted in the marketplace outside of Fendale Castle. What of the child on the ground?"

	"She's bled a lot, but she's still breathing, sir," one of the soldiers answered.

	"Thank the Lord. Walter, take her to the convent. Mother Agatha will tend to her with God's blessings."

	A man wrapped Matilda in a blanket and carefully handed her up to Walter, who had re-mounted his horse. Walter rode off in a gallop.

	"That one still looks uninjured," Sir Robert said as he saw Tess standing naked where Edwin had left her.

	"Yes, there's my sharp-eyed girl," Stephen said as he tousled her hair before he turned to face the knight again. "She saw me tracking them several times as they rode, but never said a word when I motioned for her to stay quiet."

	Tess solemnly put her finger on her mouth again as she looked at Sir Robert and the knight laughed despite the circumstances.

	"Really? You're the earl's best tracker and hunter since the Crusade and a mere babe was able to spy you out?"

	Stephan managed a wry grin before Sir Robert beckoned him closer. As Stephan approached, Sir Robert leaned down and spoke in a low voice.

	"I'm afraid the child's parents are dead. Villagers were able to save the two older girls from the fire with no injury aside from what Edwin and his bastards did to them. The oldest has been sent to Mother Agatha's for care. Lady Gwendolyn, bless her kind heart, has said that she shall take in two of the children to be raised at Fendale Castle. We sent the other girl there and - since you have some rapport with this little one - I shall ask you to take her there was well. Perhaps it would be best to camp somewhere in the forest and ride tomorrow."

	"Yes, Sir Robert." 

	With that, Sir Robert and his men left, as did the one who had accompanied Stephan on the extra horses that had been brought. The heads of Edwin and the others left with them along with the horses they had stolen. Their bodies would be left to rot on unconsecrated ground in the woods.

	"Well, little poppet," Stephan sighed. "You've had a long, sad day. Let me stitch your dress up and we can go elsewhere."

	Tess stood silently while Stephan, a self-sufficient man, crudely stitched the front of her dress closed. He occasionally glanced at her, but then returned to his work.

	This little one was a very sweet looking morsel, though Stephan as he made his repairs. He had long had a taste for very young girls, but had restricted himself with simple seductions - never a rape - of barely pubescent ones in places he was passing through. While in the Holy Land, he had encountered a friendly tribe of local Arabs who, after mutual trust had formed, had offered him a girl about Tess' age after first letting him playfully romp with an experienced eleven year-old.

	At first, Stephan had declined, pointing out that she was much too small and would be terribly injured. But the girl's father (of all people) has poke of another guest they had received years earlier; a yellow man from the Land of Chin, far to the east.

	This man had shown them how pressing the fingers into certain points of the body could be used to cure aliments or to make body parts numb or pliable. In the case of young girls, it was a surprisingly simple matter of making them able to not only safely take a man's penis in her, but to derive much pleasure from the act as well.

	The father demonstrated this technique on his very little daughter and Stephan and the girl soon had a wonderful time. During the next few months before the Crusader troops moved on, Stephan had enjoyed many a night bouncing the tyke on his cock, making her little brown quim ooze with pleasure.

	Tess' pussy was pure white, but still had the same roundness and utterly smooth skin. Stephan fought the temptation to do anything with the little orphan and was relieved when he had completed his last stitch.

	"There, now," he said, raising the garment for Tess to see. "I'm no seamstress, but this should keep you decently covered until we reach Fendale Castle. Here you go."

	But Tess was staring at Stephan in fright and pointed to the bulge that had grown beneath the crotch of his woolen pants, which he preferred to wear as some Germanic tribes did.  
Slowly, so as not to upset the child any further, Stephan knelt in front of her.

	"There, there, poppet. I won't do you any harm, like those men did to your sisters. These things happen when men see a pretty girl. Now let's put your dress on."

	But Tess backed away when he tried to put the dress over her head. Her expression was now less fearful but still cautious. Stephan sighed and then thought of an idea that would benefit them both. With everything that had happened today, people would think she was confused if she said he had done something like this to her. But he had to limit what he did as Sir Robert and the others had seen that the girl had not been used.

	"For being such a good girl and staying quiet so we could save you and your sister, how would you like a reward?"

	Now curious, Tess slowly nodded.

	"I'm going to touch you now," Stephan continued. "I'm going to touch you in a way you never have been before, but I'll stop whenever you want me to. But this is our secret, right?"

	Tess nodded and then remained still, watching Stephan's hand as he brought it to her crotch. But she never flinched, even when he placed one gentled finger on the top of her puffy mons. After Stephan added another finger, he pressed on the warm flesh, sliding over the child's hairless muff as he tested the resilience of her tiny sex.

	When Tess didn't budge, Stephan rubbed a little harder, feeling the nubbin of her clit tucked beneath the soft folds of her pudgy labia. He could feel it grow more pronounced as he continued to fondle her and tease the surface of her cuntal crevice. The little girl's breathing quickened and Stephan felt the first bead of dew escape her virgin cuntlet and grace his finger. Then he paused as Tess moved her hands down over his and pushed it out of the way.

	With intense curiosity, she spread her baby cunt lips to try to determine what was happening down there. Unwittingly, she showed the man who had rescued her more of her intimate treasure. The interior was dainty and pink, her barely present inner labia framing tiny membrane of her virginity.

	"Do you want more?" Stephan asked.

	Tess looked at him, smiled, and nodded. Stephan slid a finger shallowly into the four year-old's syrupy quim, flexing her cherry, but careful not to break it. As he caressed here there, his fingernail occasionally grazed her clitty. On the outside, two more fingers squeezed her powdery soft pussy flesh on each side of her cleft.

	As the flow of her little girl juices increased, Tess gripped Stephan's wrist and looked at him with pleading eyes. He nodded and fondled her with a little more pressure. Tess sucked in a sharp breath and closed her eyes as she was molested to an orgasm.

	When the little girl came with a high-pitched grunt, Stephan slowed his fingers and then slowly pulled his hand away. He could smell the light, sweet aroma of the child's dewy pussy.

	Glancing at the sky, Stephan saw that it was getting late. He wanted to find a camp away from the headless bodies of Edwin and his crew before dark. As he started to get to his feet, Tess grabbed his wet finger and smiled at him.

	"More?" she asked.

	"I'd like to, my sweet little poppet. I actually know a way to let you take my cock and feel like you just did, but I'm afraid it's too risky if you were to tell someone and that would be the end of it for me."

	He started to rise again, but Tess pulled on his finger. When he stopped to look at her, she gave him an impish grin and pressed her finger to her smiling lips.




madvlad@mrdouble.com
http://www.mrdouble.bz/htm/authors/madvlad.htm






















This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


--

Double for Nothing!!  Tricks for Free!!!

http://www.mrdouble.com

Be There.....
