The Unforgiven Maid
by Unknown
(MSL-10)


FOREWORD 

Twelve-year-old Leona curled up on the pile of straw in the dank cell. She 
rocked back and forth slowly, weeping, as she did every night of her young, 
unhappy life. She put her hand to her tear-stained face, capturing some of 
the moisture on her fingertips. Then she soothed the bruises on her reddened 
behind. 

Leona had been left at the convent gates when she was a new born infant. The 
sisters were duty-bound to care for her. Though Leona tried as hard as she 
could to be good, the sisters were never satisfied. Especially the prioress. 

"You are a child of evil," the prioress would hiss as she flogged the 
innocent girl for the smallest infraction of the rules of the convent. "I 
must drive the devil from your soul." 

Leona could think of no evil nor devil in her soul. She couldn't understand 
what sin she had committed that would cause the prioress to whip her so. 

For she was not to learn till her thirteenth birthday that she was being 
punished for another's sin. The sin of lust and lechery. The sin of a woman, 
a bride of Christ, who, in a frenzy of heated passion forgot her vows and 
sought the unholy pleasures of the flesh. Leona was the bastard child of 
Sister Serena, the prioress herself. And she had to pay for the sins of her 
mother, the Prioress of Pain. 


CHAPTER ONE 

I was born in the year of our Lord, Sixteen Hundred and Fifty One in 
England. It was in the midst of the darkest period in the history of our 
land that I came into existence. Oh, if it had been but another time, my 
story wouldn't have been so tragic. All of Europe was suffering in the grip 
of the dreaded Plague. Pestilence over-ran our land and there was much 
sickness and dying. 

Many believed that the Plague was wrought by the Lord himself in judgment 
over the sins of my people. There was much religious fever in my land. We 
all struggled to be the best Christians we could. Those who turned from the 
love of God were seen as heathen and the instruments of the devil's work. 

We all know that it was from the fallen angel, Lucifer, that the Lord sent 
the Plague. I fear that in this time of fear and judgment we went too far in 
our religious zeal. I believe that in our attempt to be pure Christians we 
touched the horny claw of the devil himself. 

I myself was a victim of the times. As I sit now in comfort within Berwick 
Castle, I shudder at the memory of the difficulties I endured as a child. It 
is in the hope of destroying these nightmares by facing them that I commit 
to paper these recollections of my life. 

So much has changed over the years. I am twenty-five-years-old as I begin 
this diary. Much is different now. As mistress to Henry, the Prince of 
Wales, I live in great comfort and security. It was not always like this for 
me. 

My Christian name is Leona. I never had a surname and as it's doubtful that 
the Prince of Wales will marry me, I will probably go to my grave as only 
Leona. 

Bishop Beckwith knows of my past. I was such a fool to trust him with my 
confessions. He is more interested in the power that Henry confers upon him 
as advisor to the Court of Berwick than performing the true work of God. 

I know that Bishop Beckwith plots against me. He's jealous of the affection 
that Henry holds for me in his heart. I can only hope that this love is 
stronger than Henry's fears of damnation and sin for carrying on with a 
Woman of my sort. 

I must hurry to complete this memoir, the record of my life, so that should 
harm befall me at the hands of the scheming Bishop, there will be a record 
of my life. My greatest fear is that I shall die without my story being 
told. 

Until my thirteenth birthday, I believed the story of my being a bastard 
child. The nuns and priests at the convent where I was reared had told me 
that I was left on the steps of the convent as an infant. They told me that 
my parents were probably suffering with the Plague and wanted to save me the 
pain of the disease, which meant certain death. 

In many ways, I wished my true parents would have kept me with them. I 
wanted to die. The nuns treated me roughly as though I was born of the 
devil's seed. They kept me locked up in a dungeon and brutalized me, calling 
me a daughter of Satan and an evil child. 

I couldn't understand why they treated me this way. I couldn't imagine that 
it was such a sin to be an orphan. When I found out the truth, it suddenly 
made much more sense. 

It was young Father Paul who told me the truth on my thirteenth birthday. He 
told me that the story of my being left on the steps of the convent as an 
infant was a lie. He told me that my mother was none other than the prioress 
herself, Sister Serena. 

And that explained to me why she had me so poorly treated. She hated the 
fact that I was ever born! My existence reminded her of her impurity before 
God. As a bride of Christ, she had committed the most serious crime 
imaginable. She had broken her vow of chastity and bore a child. 

I was indeed a daughter of Satan. But it was my mother upon whose shoulders 
this dreadful burden sat. I knew at the age of thirteen that I would have to 
flee the convent. To remain there would surely mean death for me. As long as 
I survived, my mother could never hope to find forgiveness from God. 

The only world I knew for the first thirteen years of my life was the dark, 
damp interior of the dungeon. My bed was fashioned of molding straw and my 
toilet was a crack in the stone floor. As I was chained by my wrist and 
ankle to the wall, my freedom of movement was seriously restricted. 

My days were filled with the strangest occurrences. The nuns and priests 
would visit me to deliver their sermons and inflict punishment upon me. 

I dreaded the thought of waking in the mornings, because I knew that each 
day brought with it nothing but pain and suffering. I wanted to die even at 
the tender age of five. But I lacked the courage to dash my head against the 
stone wall and crush my skull. I hoped sometimes that I would die as a 
result of the tortures the nuns and priests subjected me to. 

I just couldn't go on living. 

But something kept me going on despite everything. Perhaps it was my sheer 
will to find freedom someday. Maybe it was the will of God. 

I always knew I was beautiful. My long blonde hair and my lovely body seemed 
immune from the ugly surrounding in which I was raised. I think this enraged 
the nuns and priests even more. They wanted me to look like a daughter of 
the devil. They couldn't imagine that a child of sin should look so pure and 
angelic. 

Of course, I didn't understand this until later. But it certainly fits 
together now in hindsight. 

With the sun streaming in through the bars of the window high above my young 
head, I would wash my tired young body with the mossy water that trickled 
through a crack in the wall. It was cold and refreshing and felt nice on the 
wounds that had been inflicted on my flesh the day before. 

Everyday of my young life would start in the same fashion. Sister Serena, 
the prioress, would unbolt the thick wooden door to the dungeon and enter 
with my breakfast. Every morning it was the same fare; stale bread and 
luke-warm porridge. 

She was a stunning woman even in the black habit. Now that I think about it 
her features were quite similar to mine. I should have suspected earlier 
that she was indeed my true mother. But she was so hostile to me that even 
the maternal instinct was destroyed. I felt no natural attraction for her, 
even though it was from her womb that I came into this world. 

Sister Serena would always carry a short black whip with her. She was fond 
of using it on my behind. As I grew older she would whip my young titties 
with it as well. 

She was a monstrous human being. I am sure that she is rotting in hell for 
her sins at this very moment. 

Her skin was soft and creamy in color and texture as is mine. Her eyes were 
of the same blue hue and she really was lovely. I can understand how a woman 
like that had to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh from time to time. She was 
vain and such vanity requires the admiration of a lover. 

Before allowing me to eat my breakfast, she would beat me on the ass and 
call me terrible names. Despite my tears and pleas for mercy, she would 
persist. As I matured a change came over her. When I was around eleven, she 
began to grow physical with me, in a sexual way. 

I think it was again her vanity which made her do this. She saw herself in 
me to such a degree that she fell in love with me as though I was a mirror 
reflection of herself. Rather than making it easier for me, this desire 
seemed to conflict with her religious horror of my very existence. She took 
this conflict out on me. 

Between the ages of eleven and thirteen, she would enter the dungeon each 
morning and evening and lock the door behind her. She would then get 
undressed. She was really a very beautiful young woman underneath her habit. 

As I had never had any sexual or even friendly relationships with men until 
I was twelve, I naturally turned my pubescent sexual cravings on to Sister 
Serena, my true mother. 

The creamy skin of her naked body was as lovely as that of her face. She 
wore her golden hair in a very short cut that was quite manly. Her breasts 
were full and beautifully shaped. Her nipples were pink and soft to the 
touch. Having been deprived of the right to suck milk from them as an 
infant, I was naturally drawn to them. 

Sister Serena's cunt was covered with soft golden hair, which was just like 
the soft fuzz that was beginning to grow on my young pussy. I didn't mind at 
all when she would make me perform sexual duties for her. 

She always tried to blame me for her own lust. 

"Now I will prove what a little whore you are," she would say as she pressed 
my young body to hers. "Do you see how you make me hot with lust? Only a 
daughter of the devil could make me feel this way." My mother was obviously 
quite mad. 

She would make me suck on her nipples until they got firm and then she would 
have me suck her clitoris. I really didn't mind because I was curious about 
sex. It was the only way in which I could exercise any control over her. It 
was nice to see her tremble and moan under the power of my tongue. 

I learned soon that through sex I could control people and get my own way. 
With Sister Serena I could delay the terrible sting of the whip as long as I 
kept her sexually satisfied. 

She forced me to stick my tongue up her ass and cunt and to suck on her 
clitoris until she reached orgasm. It was always exciting for me to see her 
climax. She was like a wild animal as she scratched at my soft skin and 
screamed obscenities while her clit exploded with orgasm in my mouth. 

I don't know why I tried so hard to satisfy her. She punished me just the 
same when she was through with me. 

I considered her terribly selfish, because she would never do anything to 
make me feel good. After I made her orgasm, she would whip me on the behind 
and across my tits and pussy and then dress and leave. 

I discovered that by rubbing my wounds with my salty tears, I could prevent 
infections. The salt stung, but it seemed to work wonders. Afterwards, I 
would bathe the wounds with the cool, mossy water. And then I would eat my 
breakfast. 

It was at the hands of Sister Mercy and Sister Ruth that I learned to feel 
the joys of sexual release for the first time. They were both young and 
quite pretty. I don't think either of them was happy about being a nun. They 
were signed over to the convent by their parents in return for a blessing 
from then 

Monsignor Beckwith, who supervised the convents and monasteries in the south 
of England. 

Sister Mercy and Sister Ruth would come to visit me in the early afternoons. 
As there wasn't much to do for amusement at the convent, I soon became the 
chief attraction. Sooner or later everyone in any position of importance at 
the convent discovered me and learned to abuse me. 

Sister Mercy had raven-black hair and was a very beautiful young woman. She 
was in love with Sister Ruth, a redheaded woman, who was equally as 
ravishing. They would bring me leftovers from their lunch and they would 
remove their habits while I gobbled up the miserly offerings they brought 
with them. They were even more beautiful than Sister Serena. 

They always brought with them sexual toys for us to play with. They were the 
ones who first initiated me into the ways of sex. As I wolfed down the 
meager lunch, I would watch them caress each other's tits and pussies. They 
used two dildos to fuck each other in the pussy and ass-hole and they really 
did seem to enjoy themselves. 

I was quite young at the time and frightened by the prospects of being 
deflowered by these huge artificial cocks, but I did learn much from them. 
In later life it became apparent to me that had it not been for the sexual 
brutalizing I suffered at the hands of the nuns and priests, I would never 
have been able to make it this far in life. 

When I was still a twelve-year-old virgin, they would merely lick my 
genitals and kiss my mouth. It didn't take them long before they decided to 
go further with me. It was always so symbolic with them. As loose as they 
were, morally, they still had hesitations about opening my orifices with 
their sexual instruments. 

It got to the point where I was so jealous of the apparent fun they were 
having with each other, that I begged them to include me. They made me 
promise not to tell Sister Serena. They were as frightened of her as I was. 

They told me that I wasn't the only one to suffer at the hands of the wicked 
prioress. They said that all of the nuns from time to time had to strip 
their habits from their holy bodies and subject themselves to all manner of 
sexual perversion and whippings at the hands of the mad woman, my mother. 

I promised them utter silence and one sunny afternoon in July, they 
consented to initiate me. I will never forget how it happened. 

Sister Mercy stood before me in her beautiful nudity while the naked Sister 
Ruth stood behind me. The large dildos were strapped in place around their 
hips. 

I caressed Sister Mercy's sweet tits while she fiddled with my snatch. It 
felt good. The lubricating juices of my youthful pussy flowed freely and my 
temperature rose rapidly. 

Sister Mercy shoved the dildo between my thighs and pressed it against my 
hot pussy. It felt so nice. I had fiddled with my own sex before, but it 
never felt so nice. I guess I just didn't know the right places to touch. 
The nuns taught me everything I know. 

While Sister Mercy rubbed her dildo against my throbbing young cunt and 
caressed my pubescent titties, Sister Ruth pressed the tip of her sexual 
instrument against my rosy young anus. She scratched my back with long nails 
and pushed against my anus. 

To be cunt fucked and buggered by two enormous dildos simultaneously was a 
frightening prospect for a young girl. I still shudder to think of the pain 
of that particular afternoon. 

I was quite turned on and not thinking about the pain that was sure to 
accompany my initiation into the ways of sex. My cunt throbbed with passion 
as Sister Mercy pressed the tip of her dildo into my cunt hole. At first it 
felt good, but as the long leather instrument pushed against my tender 
hymen, I knew that pain would accompany this pleasure. 

It was too late to protest, however as Sister Mercy frigged her clit and was 
beyond reasoning with as she forced the sex tool into my virgin cunt. 

But then a second pain, much worse than the first, shot up my tender rectum. 
It was Sister Ruth forcing the mammoth artificial cock up my ass. I was 
being deflowered from both ends and I hurt terribly. 

Neither of. them cared about my feelings. A sort of madness overcame them in 
their passion. I had seen the same thing in Sister Serena's eyes just before 
she orgasmed. 

Later, I would learn to use this power to my own advantage. But for the time 
being, I was a victim and not a master. 

Sister Mercy's dildo pushed terribly hard against my hymen and it felt as 
though it was ready to burst. I bit my lower lip in pain and then my cherry 
ripped open and blood trickled down my tender thighs as the leather cock 
tore into me. 

The pain was even worse than what I felt from Sister Serena's whip. My pussy 
ached with pain and it was quite some time before the feelings of pleasure 
began to arrive. 

While Sister Mercy was savagely cunt fucking me with the sexual apparatus, 
Sister Ruth was plunging into my poor anus with the other dildo. My entire 
sexual area seemed to be stretched to the limit of physical endurance. I was 
completely filled with their leather dongs. I couldn't possibly escape from 
the improper intrusion. 

The pain in my ass was much worse than the pain I felt in my cunt. It was an 
entirely new sensation to have something enter my behind rather than come 
out of it. 

I could feel my tight anal canal stretch to un-Godly proportions as the huge 
instrument was stuffed inside of me. 

Both nuns took turns thrusting the objects in and out of my two holes while 
they frigged themselves. To dull the pain I aped them and began fiddling 
with my own young clit. 

To my great joy and relief, I found that the sweet sensations that flowed 
from my clit worked to dull the pain in my cunt and ass. Actually, I began 
to like the sensation of being fucked and buggered. 

Both nuns were absolutely beside themselves with passion. Hot sweat dripped 
from their bodies as they pumped me savagely. They were moaning and groaning 
as their orgasms grew near and I was struggling to catch up with them. 

I wriggled around on the two leather intruders as I frigged myself and soon 
I felt the first orgasm of my life prepare to flower in my pussy. It was 
such a delightful feeling, I will never forget it. 

I braced myself and got ready. 

My cunt seemed to explode with joy as my little pink clitoris trembled and 
shook. Sweet rushes of joy and supreme pleasure spread all over me. My body 
jerked around and went limp on the dildos. I was virtually being supported 
by the two stiff objects as the two nuns began their own series of orgasms. 

They screamed with pleasure and shoved the objects deeply into my rectum and 
pussy. I could feel the sweet joys of my orgasm spiral up and down the 
cylindrical openings of my two sexual orifices. From that day on I 
considered my ass-hole to be just as important as my cunt for receiving 
sexual joy. 

After they had finished with me, I dropped to the moistened straw bed and 
collapsed in the sheer ecstasy of the occasion. 

Word must have traveled rapidly through the convent that I had been 
initiated. That night Father Peter came to visit me in the dungeon. He had 
never spent much time with me in the past. I guess it was because he didn't 
think I was old enough to fuck. 

Men are funny that way, I think. If they believe they can't score a piece of 
ass from you they don't pay much attention. But the second they catch a 
whiff of your hot pussy they are transformed into the most attentive 
creatures. It is all such an illusion. But I have learned to use it to my 
advantage. 

Father Peter was an older man. His long gray beard made him seem too wise. I 
should have suspected that he was no more pious than the nuns. When he came 
to me that night, he told me that he had heard that I had been sexually 
molested. 

He pretended that he was concerned and wanted to inspect my body to make 
sure no permanent damage had happened to me. 

It was obvious to me, even at the tender age of twelve, that Father Peter 
had other things on his mind besides my welfare. Indeed, I doubt that he 
cared at all whether I lived or died. 

I could clearly see the older priest's swollen cock pressing against his 
cassock as he touched my tender body. 

He put his aged hands on my titties and pretended to inspect them to see 
whether Sister Ruth or Sister Mercy had injured the young things. But his 
hands stayed much longer than was necessary to survey the damage. 

He kept rubbing them and squeezing my little pink nipples until they grew 
firm. I allowed him to turn me on because I for one thing wanted him in my 
sexual power and for the second thing, I didn't want to incur his wrath. I 
was in no position to trade or barter for mercy. I had to do whatever they 
wanted of me just to preserve my pretty little neck. 

Father Peter was really turned on from squeezing my young breasts. He began 
to kiss my mouth and push his tongue in and out of my moistened mouth. His 
old gray beard scratched somewhat as it rubbed against my soft skin. But I 
knew I had to let him do as he wished. 

He then pretended to inspect my pussy for damage. He .ran his arthritic 
fingers over my blonde covered snatch and I truly did feel exhilarated. I 
guess a finger is just a finger. 

He really tried hard to pretend that he was inspecting my twat for damage. 
He really was cute. For an old man he sure was naive. I could clearly see 
his cock straining against the dark material of his habit. He wasn't fooling 
anyone, least of all me. 

His fingers slid inside my pussy and it felt nice. I was beginning to pump 
against his fingers and moan with the joy that the cunt massage was giving 
me. 

He liked that and continued to finger-fuck me and rub my soft little clit 
with his other hand. We were both panting hard and yet he continued his 
little charade. 

He took his finger from my pussy and thrust it up my sore little ass-hole. 
It hurt at first, but then it began to soothe me. I remember the feeling of 
floating away on a cloud of pleasant sensations. 

This discovery of sex was the first time in my life that I had found a way 
of at least fleeing from my captivity with my imagination. I could shut my 
eyes while being fondled or fucked and pretend that my wrist and ankle 
weren't shackled to the wall. I could pretend I was far away. 

I felt something warm and fleshy against my pussy and opening my eyes, I was 
surprised to see that the old priest had pulled his cassock up around his 
waist and was pushing his erect cock against my warm, wet pussy. It was the 
first time that I had ever seen a man's cock. It certainly wasn't the last. 

I put my arms on the old man's hips to steady him as he pushed his hard meat 
into my hot hole. It felt so much different than when the nuns had fucked me 
with the dildos. 

This was real flesh. It felt hot and good inside of me. I really felt close 
to the priest as he pushed his cock in and out of my cunt hole. I reached 
down with one hand and squeezed his wrinkled scrotum. 

He was so very pleased to be fucking me. I could tell that. I guess it meant 
a lot for an old man to fuck a young girl. Perhaps it made him feel young 
again. 

He continued to pump me until he grunted and snorted and shot a load of 
thick come inside my pussy. It felt good and hot. But I was still turned on 
and not at all satisfied. I wanted to come. 

I took the priest's cock in my hand and pulled it from my pulsating snatch. 
It was dripping with a divine mixture of my own cunt juices and his thick 
come. 

I pressed the sticky, wet cock against my clit and lovely sensations filled 
me. I rubbed his cock vigorously against my clit until I was almost ready to 
come. 

He was terribly pleased at what a provocative young girl I was. He struggled 
to maintain his erection while I frigged myself with his cock. I guess it 
turned him on as much as me. 

Just before I was about to let go with my orgasm, I pushed his cock inside 
my ass-hole and I sure did have a nice orgasm. Oh, those were the days. 
There was something so very sweet about discovering about sex. The old man 
was pleased with me, I could tell. He certainly didn't want to let me know 
that I had any kind of hold over him. 

After I had come, he dropped his cassock and left, without even saying 
goodbye. 

My pussy and ass-hole were really tired after all of this sexual abuse. I 
was tired and wanted desperately to be left alone. But it just didn't work 
that way. 

When Sister Serena heard about my being deflowered she was outraged. Or at 
least she pretended she was. I think it was probably her who sent the two 
nuns and the priest down to fiddle with me. 

She didn't have enough nerve to deflower her own child. She left this to 
others. But she sure wanted her fair share of the prize. 

When my true mother entered the dungeon that night, I knew I was in store 
for a bizarre experience. 

Not only was she threatening to punish me for losing my virginity, but she 
said that she was going to fuck my brains out to teach me a lesson. She was 
so weird. What she was really doing was trying to punish herself for the 
sexual demon who controlled her. 

She seemed to think that because I was her daughter, by punishing me she was 
really' punishing herself. This was warped logic, even to a child. Of 
course, I didn't find out for another year that she was indeed my mother. 

I thought she was just a crazy nun, who couldn't control her hot cunt. I 
have met many women since my early youth who were quite similar. 

So many women try to pretend that they don't have a sexual need. I'm glad I 
learned early in the game how important sex is. For a woman it is much more 
than mere physical pleasure. It is the best method of controlling a man that 
I've ever encountered. 

Young girls never know when they are going to have to use their bodies as a 
means of getting what they want. That would never be my problem. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Sister Serena slowly removed her habit, revealing her lovely body. Her cunt 
hairs seemed so blonde against her creamy skin. Her tits puckered with 
passion. 

She came and sat down beside me on the mildewed straw that served as my bed. 

"So you have been well fucked today?" I clearly remember her taunting me. 
She touched my little titties and began pressing them very hard until they 
ached. I knew better than to ask her to be gentle. The more I asked for 
consideration, the tougher she got with me. It was just too much. 

She pressed her lips against mine. It was the first, time she had ever 
kissed me. Her tongue slid deeply into my mouth and she pushed it in and out 
as though it were a little penis going into a miniature pussy. 

It really did feel nice. At last she stopped hurting my titties and moved 
her hands down to my pussy. She told me to play with her tits and cunt while 
she proceeded to fondle my own cunt. 

I didn't mind. At least she wasn't whipping me. Not yet, anyway. Her fingers 
felt good as they glided over my cunt and in the thin crevice between my 
cunt lips. 

She jabbed two fingers painfully deep into my snatch and pulled them out 
again before I could ever recover from the shock of the intrusion. She then 
shoved them up my ass. 

The nun continued to alternate between fingering my cunt and ass-hole until 
I really did begin to enjoy the sensation. 

While she did this, I stroked her breasts and nipples until they grew quite 
warm and filled with pleasure. Her nipples grew very erect and I leaned 
forward and sucked them one at a time. This really turned her on. 

My hand worked on her blonde-covered snatch. She had a huge clitoris, much 
bigger than mine. I remember that it looked almost like a little penis. I 
looked forward to having it inside me. 

I jerked the flab of clit flesh around in my fingers and she was going crazy 
with passionate moaning and writhing about. 

Before I knew what was happening, she had forced me back on the straw and 
spread my legs. She pushed her own pussy against mine and ground it against 
my tired sex. 

I could feel her hard little clit rubbing against mine. It was so nice. I 
was getting horny all over again. What a great day that was for me. 

We were both caught in the throes of ecstasy and there didn't seem to be an 
end to our pleasure. I could feel her trying to force her clit inside my 
soaking wet slit. 

It was very small compared to a man's cock, but it did feel good pushing in 
and out of my hole. I tried to squeeze my cunt muscles down around it. And 
she moaned with pleasure as her clit was held firmly by my cunt. She pulled 
and stretched it all around and I thought she was going to pass out from the 
sheer pleasure of it all. 

She tried to maintain a stern look on her face, but I could see through her. 
I sensed a tremendous change happening in our relationship. Because I gave 
her so much physical pleasure, she surely wouldn't want to hurt me so much 
anymore. It didn't work out quite that well. 

She pulled her pseudo cock out of my cunt and tried to force the erect sex 
button into my ass-hole. I felt sorry for her, because I realized that she 
really wished she could be a man. She tried so hard to put her clit into my 
ass. I tried to help her. 

I spread my ass cheeks apart for her and used my fingers to stretch my pink 
little anus open for her. She pushed the over-sized clit into my ass-hole 
and we both sighed with relief. 

She fucked me in the ass with her clit for several minutes while I frigged 
myself. And then we both came at the same time. 

It was really nice, because as she came she pushed her cunt down hard on 
mine and her erect nipples touched my erect nipples. Our lips met in a 
passionate kiss and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. 

After we had both finished coming, I shut my eyes to enjoy the sweetness of 
the sensation. I was brutally awakened as the crazy woman began whipping me 
again. 

I cried out in terror, for I hadn't expected her to be so mean to me after I 
had given her pleasure. But she sure was. The whip thundered against my 
precious skin and I passed out. 

As I lost consciousness from the pain, I remember her screaming, "You are 
turning more into a little devil bitch everyday. I'll teach you to surrender 
to the devil's ways." It was hard to tell who she was punishing. Was it me 
or her? 

When I awoke late that night, I found young Father Paul standing before me 
with a candle. For the last year he had been sneaking down to the dungeon 
late at night to educate me. 

This was forbidden, as Sister Serena didn't want me to become wise. She 
wanted me to spend the rest of my life in ignorant unhappiness. The young 
priest felt it was a sin what I was being subjected to. 

I think he was the only really pious person in the whole monastery-convent 
complex. We studied history, French, geography, literature and arithmetic 
together. He was a great teacher and I learned swiftly. Besides the sex, 
learning was a new thrill for me. When I was alone, I would recite poetry 
that he had taught me. I would count the number of stones that it took to 
reach to the ceiling of the dungeon to the number of stones that were 
required to span the length of the room. I would multiply these together to 
come up with the number of stones in a wall. I was learning fast. 

There was something so charming and innocently affectionate about Father 
Paul. Though he was certainly at least ten years older than I, I felt much 
more mature and wise about people than him. 

I knew he was falling in love with me. I wasn't sure whether he had learned 
about the sexual things that had been going on. If he did know, he never let 
on that he did. 

That night, I decided to seduce him. I felt that if I could make him fall in 
love with me, that I might be able to use him to make an escape. After the 
lessons were finished for the night, I told him that I had a pain on my 
inner thigh. I told him that my muscle was sore and that I would appreciate 
it if he would massage it. 

Because he hesitated, I knew that he was aware of a sexual attraction 
between us. I was only twelve, but so very wise about these matters. After 
awhile he consented to rub my inner thigh, but only with his eyes closed. 

The foolish young man thought that if he didn't see what his hand was doing, 
that somehow he wasn't held responsible for his actions. This seemed so 
typical of the nuns and priests. I never could figure out what was their 
great fear about feeling. Whenever they gave into their sexual urges, it was 
always accompanied with some absurd excuse for not being in their own 
control. They were forever saying that the devil made them do it. After 
awhile, they all agreed that the devil was in me and that they were 
completely pure. Somehow, I was the evil one. 

I took Father Paul's hand and pressed it against my warm snatch. He shrieked 
in horror and ran from the dungeon. I thought that was so cute. But I was 
also a little disturbed. He seemed to be my only possible hope for escape. I 
had to somehow seduce him. 

Unfortunately it would take a year to accomplish this. 

Everyday until my thirteenth birthday was spent at the sexual mercy of the 
nuns and the old priest. They wouldn't let a day go by without having to 
fuck me with their dildos, clits, cocks and whatever else they felt like 
stuffing up my cunt and ass-hole. 

In a way, it wasn't so bad. At least I had someone with me. It did grow 
terribly lonely down in the dark dungeon. At night Father Paul would come to 
teach me and I would try to teach him, but he always escaped before I could 
cement the relationship with a fuck. 

The better I got to know him, the more I realized that he was the only way 
out of this imprisonment. He alone was good enough in his heart to feel 
compassion for me. 

It was on the day of my thirteenth birthday that my life went through a 
profound change. After being savagely abused by Sisters Serena, Mercy and 
Ruth and fucked in the cunt and ass by Father Peter, and that I was finally 
able to break through to Father Paul's heart. 

I had asked him the night of my birthday to rub my titties because the old 
priest had bitten them. While he caressed my tender breast flesh, I was sure 
I saw his cock throb inside his cassock. His eyes were closed, of course, 
and so before he could pull away, I reached under his skirts and grabbed his 
cock. I squeezed it tight and it was so big and hard. I was very surprised. 

I refused to let go of his cock. The more he tried to pull away from me, the 
tighter I held it. I seemed to work like a jerking off movement, and soon he 
was so turned on that he couldn't leave even if he wanted to. 

He looked so confused, the poor boy. But I didn't have a minute to waste, 
and so I pulled his skirts up to his waist and beheld his cock. It was such 
a nice cock. It was so fat and handsome, not at all like the wrinkled old 
cock that Father Peter had hanging between his legs. 

I pulled the young priest down on top of me and made sure that his cock 
touched my hot, wet cunt. By the lustful look in his eyes, I knew I had him 
where I wanted him. 

I forced his cock inside my wet fuck hole and he took to sex like a fish 
takes to water. I was so proud of him. He thrust himself in and out of me 
until both of us hovered on the verge of orgasm. 

I had never felt anything so intensely satisfying as his hard, young cock 
buried in my fuck hole. I didn't even need to frig myself. It was all so 
amazing and natural. My clit seemed to just pick up the sensations that 
flooded my fuck hole. 

"Oh, sweet Jesus," the young priest moaned as the huge stored up glob of 
come shot from his cock into the my hungry pussy. "That is so very nice," he 
moaned. 

While his cock still shot globs of come, I pulled it from my fuck hole and 
stuffed it up my ass-hole. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt in my 
ass. It was beyond description how much he enjoyed fucking me. 

Father Paul knew that he was in love with me. He had sensed that if ever he 
would make love with me that I would have him in my grip completely. 

The young priest was reminded of how Eve tempted Adam in the Garden of Eden 
with the apple of her forbidden fruit. And when Adam had bitten from the 
apple, he was ejected from the garden by the Father. 

And now the young priest, who had taken a vow of chastity, was in love with 
a thirteen-year-old girl, me. It had been thirteen years since I was 
supposedly found on the steps of the convent. 

Father Paul knew the truth and after the wonderful sexual experience with 
me, he knew that he had to tell me the truth. 

After kissing me passionately on the mouth, he said, "I must tell you the 
truth of your heritage. It is sin enough that I have broken my vows and 
shared sexual pleasure with you. I must now right this wrong by telling you 
the awful truth of your birth." 

In the flickering candlelight, his youthful face looked tired and worried. 
"You are not a bastard of unknown origin," he said. "Your father was an 
actor. He was a gypsy who traveled with a wagon from village to village 
putting on performances of the plays he wrote himself. His Christian name 
was William. I do not know his surname." 

"And my mother?" I asked. "Who was my mother?" 

The young priest hesitated. "Your mother is Sister Serena, the prioress." 
There was a long silence. "But can this be true?" I remember asking him in 
disbelief. 

"Yes," he said. And sooner or later she will try to kill you. Keeping you 
locked up in the dungeon isn't enough. Now that you are maturing and 
becoming sexually provocative, you remind her too much of herself when she 
was young and had succumbed to the lust of the young traveling actor. 

"We must help you escape," he went on. "It is the only way to save your 
precious life. I will go with you, of course. As soon as the opportunity 
presents itself I will marry you. It is the only way I could be redeemed for 
my sins." 

"When, my darling?" I asked him. I couldn't wait to be free from my 
imprisonment. The thought of freedom exhilarated me. I had never seen the 
outside world. The sounds of the birds that drifted through the bars of the 
high window belonged to creatures I had never seen. The smells of flowers 
and life had no physical representation in my mind. 

During the studies with Father Paul, he had tried to describe what birds 
looked like. He drew me funny little drawings of houses, horses and cows. 
The thought of really seeing these things excited me terribly. 

"We will flee tomorrow night," he told me. He said he would find some 
clothes for me and that he would steal the keys to my bonds from Sister 
Serena. 

We kissed for many hours, and then he left me to dream about the freedom he 
had promised me. 

The following day was particularly difficult for me to bear. My mother was 
disgusting in my eyes. Now that I knew that she was more than just a warped 
nun, I was doubly disgusted. To have my own mother whip me and sexually 
abuse me was too much to take. 

But I went along with the charade. I didn't want to take any chances of 
losing my freedom. I let her fuck me with her pseudo penis and I sucked her 
cunt and anus and after she had come many times, I let her beat me. 

I said nothing to Sister Mercy and Sister Ruth when they entered the dungeon 
to ram their dildos up my cunt and ass. I acted as though we would go on 
carrying on with each other for all time. 

I even sucked Father Peter's old, wrinkled cock until he came in my mouth. 
While he uttered prayers of forgiveness to his God, I swallowed his sticky 
juice and dreamed of running off with Paul. 

When at last the day's activities had ceased and night was falling, I washed 
as well as I could with the mossy cold water that trickled through a crack 
in the wall. I awaited Father Paul. 

He was quite late when he arrived and I had grown fretfully anxious. I 
imagined all sorts of terrible things. I thought he had been discovered 
stealing the keys to my shackles and that I would never be able to leave. 

He was smiling when he entered the dungeon. He had brought with him some 
clothes. They were boy's clothes, but he said that would be an even better 
disguise. It just wouldn't look right, he said, for a priest to be traveling 
alone with a young girl. 

I had to agree with him. 

After he had unlocked my shackles I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt 
to touch my sore wrist and ankle which had born the torment of the iron 
bracelets for so long. 

I hurried to dress. I had never had clothes or boots on before and I felt 
terribly strange. The britches and shirt fit me quite well as did the hand 
stitched leather boots.. I tucked my hair up on top of my head and placed 
the cap he had brought on top of the twisted golden locks. 

I felt good. We kissed and I felt Father Paul's cock pushing against the 
crotch of my britches. He asked me to make love with him before we fled into 
the night. I told him that we would make love very soon. I didn't want him 
to be tired from sex as we fled. I didn't want to take any chances. Freedom 
tasted so close now. I couldn't wait. 

He opened the door to the dungeon and we crept up the stone steps out into a 
courtyard. I was dazzled by all the bright lights in the sky. I recognized 
the moon and stars from Father Paul's little drawings. He certainly didn't 
do justice to them. I felt like I was born again. All was so new for me. 

He whispered to me that there wasn't time for me to do any sight seeing and 
he pulled me by the sleeve after him as we hurried across the courtyard to 
the front gate. 

He shoved the large piece of wood which served as a door stop to one side 
and swung the huge door open. 

There was a noise behind us and we spun around to see Father Peter standing 
before us with a huge cutlass in his hand. "Where are you two off to?" he 
demanded. 

"I'm taking a walk with the young knave," Father Paul explained. 

"And what knave is this?" the older man asked as he wisked my cap off my 
head, allowing the long golden curls to cascade down over my shoulders. 

"You sinful traitor," the old priest screamed as he rushed at the young 
priest with his cutlass. 

Poor Father Paul didn't have a chance. The cutlass jammed into his soft 
belly and ran him through. I will never forget the look of pain on his face. 
He was so shocked to feel the cold iron blade pierce his guts. He stared at 
me in disbelief and managed to speak. With blood flowing from his mouth, he 
gasped, "run, Leona, run and never look back." And then he fell dead. 

I picked up my cap and ran. 

It was all so new to me. I could feel soft dirt beneath my boots. There were 
trees and birds and leaves cracked under my boots as I ran and ran. I ran 
through the night and when the sun rose, I found myself in a field of corn. 

I had never imagined so much food could exist. After having been raised on 
meager left-overs, it was hard for me to imagine that so much food could 
exist in one place. 

I tore an ear of corn loose from the stalk and chewed on it while I lay down 
in the field and fell into a deep sleep. 

I awoke hours later to the sound of hoof, beats as a horse and rider 
approached. 

A large, dark man sat astride the chestnut mare. He stared down at me in his 
field and spoke. "What business do you have in my field of corn, boy?" 

I was startled by the man's thundering voice. I could barely see his face on 
account of the sun's burning glare. I wasn't used to sunlight. 

I pulled the cap from my head and allowed the lovely golden locks to fall 
free. "I'm not a boy," I said. "I am Leona, a girl." 

"My, my," the man smiled as he got down from his horse. "And what is a 
beautiful girl like you doing in my field of corn?" 

"I am alone and without funds and on a long journey," I said. I expected 
mercy. 

"I am a lonely old farmer," he said. "My son and I live here alone. It's 
been a long time since the farm has been graced with one as lovely as you. 
You must stay with us. You can cook and clean house for us and in return, we 
shall give you lodging and meals." 

It sounded like a good deal to me. I was lonely and frightened. "I will, of 
course, consent to this deal," I said. Climbing up on the horse behind the 
middle aged farmer, we cantered off to the farm house. 

While we rode, the farmer turned to talk to me. "My lovely wife died from 
the Plague many years ago and left me alone to tend after my mongoloid son. 
It has been difficult to look after the boy and manage the farm at the same 
time." 

Now that I could see him better, I realized that the farmer was a rather 
handsome man. His hair was dark as was his beard and moustache. Shiny blue 
eyes glared out of his sockets and added life to the weathered farmer's 
face. 

"What is a mongoloid son?" I asked the farmer as we approached the farm 
house. 

"Because of the disease my wife carried with her while she was pregnant with 
Michael, the child was born deformed and lacking in intelligence. He's all 
right, though, for fetching water and performing menial chores. But he's not 
bright enough to do much else. 

"He has the mind of a ten-year-old and the body of a twenty-year-old. It is 
really sad," the farmer said. "By the way, my name is Lloyd Birch." 

"I'm pleased to meet you," I said. It was truly a time of great excitement 
for me and my stay at the farm promised to be lovely. 

Climbing down from the horse, Lloyd and I wandered into the tiny farm house. 
It looked lovely to an orphaned waif such as myself, who had spent the first 
thirteen years of her life locked in a dark cellar. 

"You must be very hot and tired," the farmer observed. "I'll have Michael 
fill the tub with hot water for you so you can take a proper bath." 

The thought of a bath excited me tremendously. Lloyd called his son, and the 
strange looking young man entered the room. He looked like an over-sized 
baby. He head was only slightly over-sized, but other than that, I found him 
quite cute and harmless. 

"Girl, girl," he babbled as he entered the room and feasted his eyes on me. 

"That's right," Lloyd explained to his son. 

"Leona will be staying with us to help out for awhile. Now you be nice to 
her. Go and fetch some water and boil it for the bath." 

Michael smiled at me and shuffled off. "Girl, girl," he babbled as he exited 
the room."Don't worry about Michael," Lloyd Birch advised me. "He's really 
quite harmless. You can go and get out of your clothes in the wash room. I 
have to go inspect some fence along the back forty. Michael will be along 
soon with the water." 

It felt good to be alone in the cozy farm house. I found a pitcher of 
buttermilk on the table and drank a good quantity of the soured milk and ate 
some bisquits I found on the table before going into the washroom and 
stripping off my clothes. 

A few minutes later, Michael entered the washroom holding the wooden buckets 
laden with steamy hot water. His eyes feasted on my naked flesh. He has 
never seen a girl before, with or without clothes, and he didn't know what 
to make of me. 

He looked for a cock, but only saw my flattened patch of blonde pubes. And 
where he expected me to be flat, he found tits. He didn't know what to make 
of it. The mongoloid young man touched my titties. "Cock," he said. 

"No," I smiled. "These are titties." 

He touched my cunt. "Where cock?" 

"I'm a woman," I laughed. "I have no cock. I have a pussy." 

He touched his cock. "Pussy, pussy." 

"No silly," I said patiently. "You have a cock and I have a pussy." 

"I no understand," the drooling poor boy mumbled. 

"I will explain," I said as I reached over and unbuttoned his trousers. Out 
fell a huge shlong such as I have never seen in my life. It wasn't even hard 
and it must have measured ten inches. It was truly overwhelming. 

I knew that I would have to have that cock in me. There was absolutely no 
question about it. I began stroking his over-sized slab of meat and he 
smiled and drooled as the piece of meat grew bigger and bigger. I couldn't 
imagine where it would all stop. 

My cunt was dripping with hot sex juice as I imagined how wonderful such a 
huge cock would feel in my young cunt. It was now erect and surely measured 
at least fifteen inches in length and at least five inches in breadth. He 
truly was a monster. 

I was really shocked by the tremendous size of Michael's mongoloid cock. I 
could barely fit my mouth over it. But alas, I was successful. I couldn't 
believe how sweet his meat was in my mouth. 

I sucked him and managed to take about nine inches of his tremendous cock 
into my mouth. It was so exquisite and I know he enjoyed the cock sucking as 
much as I did. 

I squeezed his balls tenderly and he moaned with pleasure. It was so nice to 
be involved with someone who didn't know the first thing about lechery. I 
felt that at last I had the upper hand. 

It was a glorious feeling to have his thick meat in my mouth. I nearly 
gagged every time Michael shoved his ample meat down into my throat, but I 
persisted. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as me. He had this silly 
shit-eating grin on his face while I sucked him. 

It was such a turn on to have the cock of someone so pure and innocent in my 
mouth. I squeezed his balls and knew that it wouldn't be long until he was 
ready to shoot his thick juice into my throat. 

I thought about all the hot come that I had ever taken into my mouth, and I 
grew excited. It was going to be great. 

I let him piston his big juicy maleness back and forth in my mouth. All the 
time, I kept a constant swirling motion, with my tongue, around that great 
bulbous cock head. I could tell that he was getting very turned on because 
saliva was leaking out of his drooling mouth. I didn't really want him to 
spend all of himself completely in my mouth. It's not that I didn't want to 
swallow the mongoloid idiot's hot come. It's just that my snatch ached for 
his giant cock, and I didn't want to take any chances on him going soft. 

I took my mouth from his cock and spreading my young legs, attempted to 
stuff his erect monster up my cunt. It just didn't want to go. I dashed off 
to the kitchen and found some warm butter. I took it back to the wash room 
with me and covered his cock with the thick dairy goo. 

I forced a generous amount up my cunt as well. With some pushing and pulling 
I finally managed to get the head of his giant snake into my box. My God, it 
was delightful. It was literally tearing me apart as he pushed deeper and 
deeper into my hungry cunt. 

It was the most exquisite fuck I have ever had. Surely it was as good as 
being fucked by a well-hung stallion. The poor boy looked so pleased as the 
hot excitement of sex raced through his genitals. 

My clit pulsated furiously as his huge sausage banged into me. Oh, my God 
was it lovely. When he came it felt as though a river of hot come gushed 
into me. There was come everywhere. It ran out of my hole as though there 
was a waterfall between my legs. 

And he remained hard despite all of this. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

I must admit, I was beginning to feel warmly toward Michael. I suppose that 
because I was locked up and excluded from society for so long, I didn't 
learn to be afraid of those who were different. 

Actually, Michael was quite charming. In his own childishly innocent way, he 
was really quite loveable. He sure had a big cock, too. I shudder to think 
how wonderful it felt to have him shove that mighty tool up my young snatch. 
Oh, if there were just more men like Michael. 

We were still quite sexually hungry for each other following the first fuck. 
I daresay, it must have been Michael's first time. He looked so gleeful as 
he pulled his giant instrument from my hole. I knew it would hurt terribly, 
but I wanted the young man, with the mind of a child, to put his over-sized 
sex tool up my ass. 

I filled my hand with copious amounts of butter and stroked his giant cock 
with it. He soon was at full erection once more. My God was he magnificent. 
I shoved quite a generous helping of the yellow paste up my ass as well. 

I leaned over and told Michael to stick it to me. The poor fellow wasn't 
quite sure what to do. I took the monstrous erection in my hand and-pressed 
it against my anus. He smiled and I knew that he had the idea. 

I will never forget how much it hurt going into me. My little anus was 
practically screaming with pain as the giant cock pressed down hard on my 
opening. I'm so glad I used all that butter because I know I would have been 
in terrible trouble without it. 

It took quite some time for Michael to manage the rear entry. The pain was 
intense, but bearable. I slowly adjusted to the feeling of having a giant 
cock in my ass. I stroked my clit and it did begin to feel wonderful. 
Michael was like a sex toy for me. He didn't make any demands and didn't 
seem to have any expectations. 

I could have him do whatever I wanted him to. It was like having a living, 
breathing dildo. As my clit began to fill with passion, and my rectum 
relaxed, I felt the most intensely wonderful sensations happening deep 
inside me. 

Oh, Lord, was it fantastic. He would grab me by the hips and pull his mighty 
sex deeper and deeper inside of me. My whole young body was transformed into 
a furnace for his chunk of pig-iron to cook in. The butter was melting and 
sloshing around inside my fair ass as his hot, fleshy instrument of passion 
passed in and out of me. 

My clit felt so hot and hard in my hand. I don't think I could have moved if 
I wanted to. It was as if I were impaled on his mighty sword. I could tell 
by his grunts and snorts that he would be coming soon. 

I couldn't imagine how it would feel to have him shoot one of his giant 
loads of hot love glue into my ass. I soon found out. It was delightful. As 
he shuddered and shot, my entire belly seemed do grow hot from the steamy 
love juice. 

It filled my lower bowels completely and I felt so warm and safe. It was so 
nice to make Michael into my new friend. I hoped that I would be able to 
fuck with him many times. 

As he pulled his giant sex from my stretched, but happy ass-hole, I felt 
huge amounts of come dribble from me and run down the back of my thighs. 

I climbed into the hot tub and it felt exquisite. I imagined that this was 
just how it felt for a princess or even a queen. I had imagined that only 
royalty ever got to take a bath with hot water. For so many years, the only 
water I had for bathing was the cool mossy water that trickled through the 
cracks in the stone floor of the dungeon at the convent. 

Michael was so cute. He splashed around in the water with his hands and we 
had a great time. I let him wash my back and lather up my hair. 

I felt so sparkling clean and fresh as I climbed from the bath. I had never 
been so clean. I dried myself off and went in search of a bed to rest in. 

I guess the bedroom I entered belonged to Lloyd Birch. There was a large bed 
in the room, and it felt so comfortable to lay down and rest. I had never 
been on a real bed before. After sleeping for so long on the moldy straw bed 
in the dungeon, this was a real treat. 

I told Michael to go and play and I soon fell into a deep and restful sleep. 
I don't know how long I slept. I was awakened by a strong hand on my 
shoulder. 

I opened my eyes and it was Michael's father. He had a strange look in his 
eyes. I was terribly frightened. 

"It's been a long time since a woman has been in my bed," the farmer told 
me. "It is really a treat. He put his hand under the blanket and started to 
rub my fair skin. 

I was rather tired and sexually spent after fooling around with Michael. But 
I didn't know how to say no to the farmer. He had already helped me so much. 

The farmer rubbed his hands all over my young titties and he touched my 
little snatch. I could see his cock bulging in his over-alls. I touched it 
and he began to pant. 

I knew what he wanted. I was learning that all men I would meet in my 
journey would want these things from me, as well as quite a few women. 

He pulled the blanket back and exposed my body. He seemed so happy to see me 
in my naked innocence. I couldn't displease him. I let him touch me all 
over. He drooled just like Michael, I could see the family resemblance when 
they were turned on. 

Lloyd Birch unbuttoned his over-alls and let them drop to his knees. He 
hopped up on the bed and tried to push his small, but firm erection into my 
dry little pussy. 

I, of course, protested vehemently as I wanted time to get ready for the 
fuck. We struggled briefly and I managed to slow him down somewhat. He was 
breathing quite hard and I was afraid he might hurt me in his tremendous 
lust. 

It was obvious that it had been many years since Lloyd Birch had been with a 
woman. It was probably since his wife died that he had learned to live 
without the pleasures of the flesh. He reeked of horse manure and farmer's 
sweat. I tried to ignore these odors, but it was difficult. Now that I was 
free, I wanted things to go smoothly. I didn't want to have to subject 
myself to forced fucking any longer. I wanted those days behind me. 

I took Lloyd's cock and rubbed it against my clit, trying to get stimulated. 
I wanted some hot juice to issue forth from my cunt to allow entry. After 
frigging myself with the farmer's dong for a few moments, I began to 
lubricate. 

Lloyd began to force his cock into my pussy. It didn't feel bad at all. He 
wasn't nearly as big as his son, but still there was stimulation, 
nonetheless. 

I relaxed and allowed the smelly farmer to hump me. I was starting to get 
turned on as was he when Michael suddenly appeared. He must have been 
jealous, because he grabbed his father by the neck and began throttling him. 
The jerky movements felt strange in my cunt as the farmer's tool was pushed 
every which way. Michael was really trying to hurt him. 

I screamed and pulled my cunt off of the farmer's cock and slid to the far 
side of the bed. I screamed for them to stop, but they persisted in their 
struggle. 

They rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Both of them had a strangle hold 
on each other's throat. It seemed as though they were trying to kill each 
other. I couldn't take it. I ran to the wash room and took my clothes. I 
hurried to dress and ran from the house. 

I could still hear the groans and whimpering of the struggle between father 
and son as I ran off. I never wanted anything like this to happen. It seemed 
as though an ill wind was following me. 

I remembered Father Paul dying because I had escaped from the convent. And 
now Lloyd Birch and his son, Michael, were fighting to the death because of 
me. I was afraid that I really was the devil's daughter. I wondered if my 
mother's sins had been visited upon me. I still have this feeling sometimes. 
So many men have suffered because of me. It is really frightening. 

I ran from the farm and didn't look back. The wind was blowing and it felt 
fresh and invigorating against my face as I ran. I wanted to put much 
distance between myself and while I ran, I passed a farmer in his field. He 
was raking leaves and cursing at the wind for blowing his neat piles of 
fallen leaves all over. I thought it amusing that the man would blame the 
wind for his troubles. It was surely the wind that caused his problems with 
the leaves, but how could someone be angry at the wind. 

But at that time in my life I didn't feel much different than the poor 
farmer, who was angry at the wind. like the wind, some evil omen seemed to 
be following me about, causing ruin to those that loved me. 

Even if I was born in sin and raised in the cradle of Lucifer because of my 
mother's indiscretion, it didn't seem fair that I should suffer for it. My 
God, I had done nothing wrong. 

I thought of these things as I ran. I was totally exhausted by the time I 
reached a clearing at the top of a small hill. Several roads converged there 
and I wasn't sure which one to take. I sat beneath a tree to catch my breath 
and make a decision about which road to wander down. 

After a spell, I could hear the sound of hoof beats approaching. I looked up 
and saw a most strange sight. It was a man atop a horse, but such a strange 
costume the man wore. He wore a suit of metal. Over his head he had a metal 
cap and visor. I could not see his face. 

He raised his visor in a salute to me as he passed. He certainly did seem 
nice. I waved and asked him from where he came and to where he was 
traveling. 

He pulled his horse to the tree and climbed down. It looked as though it was 
quite difficult for him to move about. He was very funny in his awkward suit 
of iron. 

At his side he wore a huge sword, which frightened me because it reminded me 
of Father Paul and the terrible pain he must have felt as Father Peter's 
sword pierced his youthful body. He introduced himself as Sir Gallant. He 
said he came from Scotland, where he served Queen Anne. He told me that he 
was on his way to Wales to meet up with several other knights. They hoped to 
catch up with the army of crusaders, who were on their way to the Holy Land 
to purge the land of God of the Moslem hordes. 

He seemed so brave. He pulled a long pole with a sharp tip down from the 
side of the horse and practiced thrusting it against the tree. I think he 
was trying to show off. 

I asked him what sort of weapon it was that he wielded so well. He told me 
it was a lance and that it was used in battle. He sure was brave. I really 
didn't know for sure what he looked like under his suit of armor, but he had 
a pleasant voice. 

I told him to take off his iron suit and relax with me beneath the tree. 
Father Paul had told me about knights and their bravery. He told me that 
knights were as skilled with the ladies as they were with the sword. 

I was excited to find out. I helped Sir Gallant remove his armor. He was 
quite cute after all. He wore a colorful frock and tights. I could see his 
cock and balls quite clearly beneath his very tight britches. 

I pulled the cap from my head and when my golden hair tumbled down over my 
shoulders he seemed quite shocked and pleased. "I thought you were a knave," 
he said. 

I laughed and introduced myself as Leona, an unfortunate girl who was 
fleeing from sin and hoping to find goodness in a world that I didn't know. 

He said that was a worthy reason to live. He said that I was a brave girl 
and that if I was a man, he would recommend me for knighthood on account of 
my bravery. 

I thought that was very cute. Sir Gallant asked me if I wanted to dance. I 
thought that quite strange. "How could we dance?" I asked. 

"There is no music." 

He laughed with a devil-may-care attitude and said that he would sing for 
me. He began to sing a song of love and he whirled me about under the tree. 

"In a land of milk and honey we danced," he sang, "the lady fair and I. Twas 
in the court of King Arthur that we found our true love. Twee-dee-dee, 
twee-dee-dee. And many a poor dragon suffered from our lance, and many a 
happy dame graced our flesh poles.. . . " 

It was so lovely to hear the young knight sing. I really felt my heart 
flutter with longing for his romantic heart. He pulled me towards him and 
pushed-his swollen sex against my crotch. 

I could feel the warmth of his genitals through his tights. He was so 
polite. He asked me if we could make love. He told me that he was off to 
battle and that to make love with a young maiden before battle was an omen 
of triumph. 

There was no way I could refuse him on those grounds, and so I put my hand 
on his groin and rubbed his brave tool. It swelled to knightly proportions 
under my hand. He returned the interest by rubbing his hands over my little 
titties and putting a hand down my britches. 

My cunt felt hot and wet under his strong hand. He pulled my britches open 
and thrust his hungry hand down between my thighs and rubbed the hot juices 
all over my snatch and soft flesh. 

I responded by pulling down his tights and frigging his rod. He enjoyed it 
tremendously. We fell down upon a pile of leaves and made beautiful love. 

We undressed each other slowly, enjoying the youthful flesh of our bodies 
and the heat of our passion for one another. He seemed to particularly enjoy 
my young titties. He sucked the pink flesh of my nipples until they were 
very hard and pulsating with sex heat. 

Oh, and he was so pleased with the blonde fuzz on my young cunt. He licked 
it and stroked it and sang homage to my cunt, "lis a fair slit that I suck 
with tongue so wet," he said so very romantically. All the tales of 
knighthood and gallantry seemed so real as we fondled each other. 

I stroked his sturdy cock and felt it grow hot and joyful in my tender young 
hand. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. My prayers were answered moments 
later when the handsome Sir Gallant climbed between my thighs and pressed 
his courageous tool against my hot cunt. 

In it went, so gracefully and sure of itself. He pumped me hard and 
passionately and I was thankful for the knowledgeable fuck he gave me. He 
certainly knew how to use his tool. I imagined that he had served many a 
damsel in distress. 

His balls beat against my ass cheeks as though they were drums. His cock 
slid nicely in and out of me and we breathed heavily together. He bent down 
and sucked my tits as we copulated to our hearts' content. 

I thrust a long finger into his ass and he groaned with approval. I ran my 
finger in and out of his tight shit hole and he seemed to love it terribly. 
I guess this gave him the signal that I was fond of buggery, as he pulled 
his long cock from my juicy slit and thrust it like a lance into my rear. My 
ass burst open with joy to take him in. His hot meat filled me with 
tightness and beautiful sensations. He grabbed me firmly by the cheeks of my 
ass and forced his cock in deeply. He groaned with pleasure and filled my 
ass with pleasure. His come filled me completely. 

He sloshed his meat around in my shit hole until he was completely 
satisfied, and then he pulled out. It was such a nice sensation that we gave 
to each other that morning under the tree. 

After he had finished with me, he tore a strip of purple cloth from his 
frock and dipped it into my cunt and ass. He took the sex juice filled rag 
and tied it to his lance. He said that it would bring him luck in battle 
with the infidel. I was moved by this. I truly did hope I would bring him 
good luck in battle. But I suspected that like Father Paul and the farmer 
and his son, Sir Gallant too would suffer for having carnal knowledge of my 
body. I truly hope not. Even to this day I know not what became of the 
handsome young knight. 

I helped him on with his armor and boosted him up on his horse. I asked him 
which way I should travel and he told me that the road to the right would 
lead me through Nottingham Forest towards the domain of Prince Henry. He 
told me that I would fare well under the protection of Berwick Castle. 

He called me his fair maiden and rode off with his lance held high. I 
watched the strip of cunt and shit hole soaked purple cloth waving in the 
breeze. It was truly romantic. 

After I dressed, I wandered off down the road toward Nottingham Forest. I 
hoped to reach Berwick Castle before too long. Sir Gallant told me that it 
shouldn't take more than a week to reach the castle. I set off with my head 
filled with thoughts of castle life. I was dreaming big now. Why not? I was 
learning how to use my lovely body to my advantage. Perhaps it was sinful, 
but I had to look out for myself. 

It took me several days to reach the forest. I slept under trees at night 
and ate wild berries for nourishment. I found several nice streams as I 
wandered and would stop to bathe and drink. All-in-all, it was a most 
pleasant journey. 

On the third day I reached the center of the forest. It was quite dark and 
spooky. I wished that I had been accompanied. It would have been nice to 
have company. It was rather lonely being all alone in the forest. 

While I wandered along on the trail I was horrified to feel something grab 
me by the leg. It was a loop of hidden rope that I had stepped in. It pulled 
me aloft into the air and I hung upside down several feet above the ground. 
I thought I had been captured by a hunter's trap. 

Out from the brush a group of rough looking men approached. As my cap had 
been knocked off when I was pulled aloft, my hair hung down and it was no 
secret that I was a maiden and not a knave. 

There must have been ten or so of these men who circled around me. The 
leader, who was dressed in green and wore a handsome cap with a feather, 
stepped forward and kissed me on the mouth. 

I told him to let me down and allow me to pass through the forest. I said 
that they were heathens to go around capturing people like this. They all 
laughed. 

The man in the green, who was actually quite handsome, lowered his bow to 
the ground and stood glaring at me. "This really is a prize catch," he said. 
"I'm sure we could ransom her off for a fair amount. There's nothing quite 
so noble as robbing the rich and giving to the poor. This girl looks rich 
and we surely are poor," he laughed. 

"Are you rich?" he asked me. I told him that I was but a poor orphan on my 
way to Berwick Castle to find a home. He seemed quite unhappy about me being 
an orphan. 

"Well if you're not the daughter of a rich lord or even a prince then you 
are quite useless to us. Just tell me," the man in green said, "how can it 
be that one as lovely as you is without home or family?" 

I told him my sad story and he seemed to understand. "But then what can we 
do with you?" he asked. 

"Robin," a fat man in a friar's frock stepped forward. "I understand these 
wenches of convent lust quite well. We can take our fair share of her body, 
that is for certain. If it is indeed true that she was raised in a convent, 
then we can be sure that she is a lusty wench." 

"You might have a point there, Friar Tuck," Robin said. "Yes, as true as my 
arrow flies I know I can count on your mighty cerebral judgment." 

"Aye, master," another fat man with a long staff stepped forward and 
announced. "The friar's mind is as large and full of wisdom as his fat gut 
is full of ale." 

"Hush your mouth, Little John," the fat friar snapped. "You are no skinny 
knave yourself." 

I told them that I wished they would stop arguing and figure out what they 
wanted of me. I wanted to be on my way, and hanging upside down in the 
forest was certainly impeding my progress. 

"We are in need of some physical pleasure, young damsel," Robin said with a 
sick grin on his face. "It has been terribly long since we have met up with 
a woman. Surely there has been none so fair as you. The sheriff who polices 
this forest has managed to keep most visitors away. He has spread many ugly 
rumors about us. It is sad, but few venture into our neck of the woods." As 
the man began to remove my clothing, I knew right away what he had decided 
to do with me. 

While hanging naked from my feet in the forest, the band of horny men looked 
at my precious body as though they had never seen a fair woman before. 

Robin touched my titties and ran his hand over my blonde down covered sex. I 
couldn't help but enjoy the sensations. But as I was so high in the sky, he 
had to reach up to touch my snatch. He ordered me to be lowered to just 
above the ground. 

This accomplished, I hung only several inches above the soil. My lovely 
blonde locks were dragging in the dirt. It was really a shame since I had 
but just washed it a few days earlier. Oh, well, such is life. 

Robin pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back, and ran the feathers at 
the end of the arrow over my snatch. I quivered with excitement as the soft 
robin's feathers tickled my imagine. I was feeling giddy from hanging upside 
down and the added excitement of having my cunt tickled by feathers spun my 
head around. It was so very exhilarating. 

Robin put his arrow away and leaned down to kiss my snatch. His tongue 
dashed around in my sex and licked the soft cuntal lips which flapped around 
his tongue and gripped him firmly. 

He sure knew how to use that tongue of his. I was going crazy with pleasure. 
My clit throbbed with hot lust and juices bubbled about in my young pussy. 

"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," I remember begging Robin. He liked the way I asked 
for it. He called me a sexy little wench and pulled his britches down. I was 
amazed how nice his erect cock looked. It was as straight as an arrow. 

I reached up and took Robin's erect cock firmly in my hands. Oh, my, do I 
sure remember how hot and big it felt in my greedy little hands. I was 
quickly becoming a perverse young lady. There was so much excitement in the 
faces of Robin and his men. I was thrilled by the power I exercised over 
them. 

Robin put his cock inside my cunt hole and began to fuck me. It was so very 
nice the way he used his tool to slide along all the walls of my hot box. I 
was going crazy with pleasure as I discovered areas of my pussy that I had 
never felt before. 

This Robin was a master. I learned to truly enjoy being fucked while I hung 
upside down. In later years, I would often request this position 
specifically. It always aroused gentle mirth and wide girth in my lovers. 

While Robin fucked me in the cunt, the friar walked around to the other side 
and pulling his dress up around his waist, he jammed his sex pole against my 
anus. Oh, my that was wonderful. To be double fucked with flesh was a new 
treat, indeed. 

Little John opened his britches and pulling his thick cock out, knelt and 
pressed it to my succulent lips. It tasted warm and cheesy as I licked the 
surface clean of the smegma that had collected over the years. 

Little John thrust his cock into my mouth and the three of them fucked me 
for many minutes while the rest of the men looked on in amusement. They 
couldn't wait to take their turns. 

It was glorious to have all three orifices filled simultaneously. My body 
had become a singular instrument of sex. I felt then that I was born to 
fuck. That this was my true mission in life. 

They all continued to fuck me until their balls burst with joy and juice. 
Robin's hot come filled my snatch while the friar's filled my ass. And 
Little John, who was not so little, squirted a generous amount of thick, 
hot, white juice in my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily. 

After the three men had pulled out of me and sauntered off to drink ale 
beneath a tree, the next crew took over. I must have been fucked in the 
mouth, ass, arm pits, breast cleavage and cunt at least thirteen times that 
afternoon. 

I was totally exhausted and fully relieved of all my sexual tensions after I 
was finally cut down from the tree. We all had a glorious party in the woods 
following the all day fucking orgy. 

We ate rabbit and venison that were cooked over an open fire and drank mead 
and ale, which the thieves had procured from a tavern in a nearby village. 

The men all told me that I was a courageous girl and that they'd be proud to 
have me join them. I knew, of course, that they only wanted me for my body. 

But I played along with them, thinking that the best way to make an escape 
was to be on friendly terms with them. 

I told them that I'd gladly join them. After more drunken celebration we all 
fell asleep. The next morning, Robin tried to teach me how to shoot an arrow 
through the sky. 

We practiced all morning and by early afternoon I was quite a good bows 
woman. Of course, I wasn't nearly as good as Robin. All morning he kept 
splitting arrows. I couldn't believe how brilliant he was. He could split an 
arrow with another arrow at will. It was amazing. 

I made love with Robin that afternoon in the woods. It was lovely. He fucked 
me tenderly and I felt as though he was really in love with me. I knew it 
would be an evil omen upon his shoulders for him to love me. I tried to warn 
him, but his love was too passionate for me. I couldn't cool him off. 

He fucked me so well. His cock slid into my pussy and ass with such fullness 
and deep love. And to think that he was thought of as a cruel bandit and 
desperado. He was none of those things. He was loving and sympathetic. 
Perhaps he was a bit too swashbuckling in his outlook on life, but Robin was 
deep down, a sensitive and feeling man. 

Still, I knew that I had to be on my way. To tarry is to miss one's ship in 
life, Father Paul used to tell me. I had never known a purer heart to exist 
than Father Paul's. He had died for me out of love. All the other men who 
ever had contact died violently as well. But they died because of me, not 
for me. There was a big difference. I had trusted Father Paul. I never 
really ever trusted another man since. 

That night, while the men were sleeping soundly, I took my bow and arrows 
and snuck off. No one heard me and by morning I was nearly out of the woods. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was a lovely morning as I emerged from the woods and wandered down the 
path towards Berwick Castle. Sadly, I was to learn later that not more than 
a week had passed since my leaving Robin and his men, that the Sheriff of 
Nottingham had captured the band of desperados. 

They were all hanged. How sad. More proof, I am afraid of the affliction of 
the soul which seems to follow me around like a dark shadow cast over my 
life. Along the way, I encountered a most unusual man. He was riding down 
the road on a rather old and shabby looking gray donkey. The man was equally 
as strange. 

As he drew closer I saw that he was a most remarkable little man. He was 
dressed entirely in black. He wore long capes that draped over the ass and 
on his head he wore a pointed black cap. There were moons, suns and stars 
embroidered on the black cap. He looked to be a most curious and great 
little fat man. He lifted his cap to me and we greeted each other. He slid 
off the ass and pulled a basket down. He offered to share his lunch with me. 
This seemed most kind, and so after he had tied his animal to a tree we went 
off and sat beneath the shade of an old oak. 

He was the most charming man I had ever met. And so very unusual. 

He introduced himself as Moyle the Magician and he said that he had recently 
left the court of King Andrew of Scotland. I asked him what was the function 
of a magician. 

I was unaware of what a magician was. 

He said that he had served many kings in many lands. Moyle told me that he 
interpreted dreams, read the stars and told the future to many noblemen. He 
was surprised that I had never heard of him. He said that his knowledge of 
the Holy Grail was famed throughout the land. 

I asked him what was the Holy Grail. He told me that rumor had it that the 
cup from which Christ drank at the last supper was supposedly brought to 
England and buried. It was the quest of all knights of the round table to 
find the cup for King Arthur. 

Now, Moyle had been kicked out of the court of Arthur because of petty court 
intrigue. At least that is what Moyle said. The funny little man told me 
that he had traveled to the castle of King Andrew to fill a vacant position 
for a court magician. Moyle said that Arthur had ejected him in preference 
for a magician named Merlin, an old rival of Moyle's. 

Moyle spoke in harsh tones about his colleague, Merlin. He said that Merlin 
had plotted against him because it was Moyle who alone knew the whereabouts 
of the Holy Grail. 

And that is why he had left the court of King Andrew. He said he was off to 
retrieve the Holy Cup and present it in victory to the court of Arthur. He 
said that this was revenge against Merlin, whom he thought would be kicked 
out of Arthur's court to welcome in the new, mightier Moyle. 

My head spun with all this talk of court intrigue and royal lunacy. I was to 
learn later just how crazy these royal persons and their court of cronies 
could be. 

I asked Moyle if he would tell me my future. He winked at me and said he 
would do it but only for a price. I asked him what he wanted of me. I 
certainly couldn't imagine what a man like him could want from a girl like 
me. "For the pleasures of your body," he said, "I will gladly tell all." 

I warned him that there was an evil curse on me because of Sister Serena, my 
mother, and he told me not to worry about it. He said that his power was 
stronger than even the power of Lucifer. This kind of talk frightened me. 

We ate lunch first. It was a delightful meal of fried chicken and fresh 
fruit, which we washed down with warm ale. After we were quite satisfied by 
the fare, the strange magician asked me to remove my clothes. 

I thought that he wanted to fuck me before he told me my future, but that 
was not the case. He explained that he needed to see my naked flesh in order 
to see into my true soul. 

I could tell that this was only partially true, because after I had removed 
my clothing I could see that he had a huge hard-on. 

Moyle the Magician climbed between my thighs and spread my legs. He looked 
up my cunt and grew quite serious. 

"You do indeed have an evil snatch, wench," he told me. "It is quite clear 
to me that your cunt has been the depository of much evil seed. "Luckily for 
me," he went on, "my cock is my own faithful wand. With it, I can protect my 
body from the evil blackness that shrouds your soul." 

"Is there no way that I can escape this shadow of doom that follows me 
about?" I asked. 

He spread my ass-hole open wide and spoke. "Your ass as well has been filled 
with the seed of evil doom. You are under a most heavy curse, young lady. It 
is certain that you were born under the very mark of Satan himself. Your 
mother's sins have indeed been visited upon you." 

I was shattered by this doomed pronouncement. He had me open my mouth and 
while he caressed my tits he looked down my throat. "The curse will last a 
lifetime my dear," he told me. "But fear not, because although many will 
suffer from having carnal knowledge of your sin-ridden flesh, you will be 
redeemed in the end. That is all I can tell you. And now, we will make 
love." 

It was heartening to hear that there was some hope for me. I truly hoped 
that the kind old man wouldn't suffer because of what he was about to do to 
me. The rest of my life I would have the strangest feelings about making 
love with both men and women. When I would look in their eyes while they 
fucked me, I would see death. 

The magician removed his robes and cap and he really looked quite loveable 
in a fat and merry way. I was always quite fond of corpulence in men. It 
made them seem so cuddly and loveable. 

Moyle had a rather large member. As I took it into my mouth I was surprised 
how quickly it pulsated. He was obviously quite excited to be having me suck 
him off. 

His hairy balls rested against my chin as I covered his cock with soft 
kisses, caressed it gently with my tongue and sucked it wildly. I alternated 
between rubbing his nuts with my hands and sodomizing his ass-hole with my 
finger, He really seemed to enjoy the way I made him feel. He was panting 
and moaning with joy as I worked over his sex organs with mouth and digits. 

After fucking my mouth for some time, Moyle withdrew his sex wand from my 
oral canal and placed it between my little titties. He squeezed my tit flesh 
tightly together so that it sandwiched his meat and he thrust himself back 
and forth between my pleasure swollen mammary glands. 

He really did seem to want to fuck me in every way possible. What an 
imaginative man. It felt lovely to have a cock between my little titties. It 
felt so hot and loving. 

After he fucked me between the tits for awhile, he pushed the head of his 
cock into the hot moisture of my arm pit. I closed my arm down on his cock 
and he moaned with joy as his meat grew wet and hot. He switched to the 
other arm pit and reproduced the sensations. It was divine. 

Next, he slid down between my thighs and pushed his wet, warm mouth to my 
hot sex. His tongue slid over my furry mound and down into the soft cunt 
flesh. Oh, it was heavenly, to say the least. His mouth was truly well 
educated. His tongue slid deeply into my fuck hole and he alternated between 
sucking my cunt and flicking his tongue against my clit. 

I was trembling on the brink of orgasm. He replaced his tongue with his 
sturdy sex wand and it felt magnificent. He pushed it in and out of my hot 
sex hole and I tightened my cunt. 

Oh, it was so wonderful. I remember the exact sensations of how Moyle fucked 
me. His cock slid powerfully in and out of my snatch and I was completely 
exhilarated. 

I reached down and began frigging myself and Moyle withdrew his cock from my 
cunt and pressed it against my shit hole. Oh, it was wonderful to feel his 
hot meat enter my lust hole. I loved Moyle to bugger me. I could tell he was 
a man who liked to ride an ass. I shoved his hard cock into my ass with 
great care. He knew how to keep the tool at just the right angle of entrance 
so that I felt no pain. It was sheer joy what I felt in my rectum. 

Just as my fingers frigged my clit to orgasm, Moyle shot a hefty load of 
thick come into my ass. It was so hot and lovely and pleased my ass so very 
much as it bathed me. After he was finally through exacting payment for his 
fortune telling, Moyle withdrew his hefty instrument from my ass-hole and we 
lay together under the shade of the oak tree and recovered our senses. 

Moyle apologized for having to fuck and run, but he said he had to hurry to 
uncover the grail before any of his competitors could beat him to the prize. 

I told him that I finally had to stop short as hunger and thirst overcame 
me. I found a brook from which to drink but there was no food in sight. 

Suddenly I saw a fox dash across the road. I had no idea whether a fox would 
make good eating or not, but I was too hungry to think about it. The tiny 
furry creature was sitting beside the road resting. I took an arrow from my 
quiver, placed it in the bow and pulled the string of deer gut back as far 
as I could. I aimed and released the arrow. It shot true, and the fox 
dropped dead with an arrow between his eyes. 

Suddenly, I heard the blast of a trumpet and many men and women, dressed in 
red and black and astride horses, appeared from out of the forest. The 
riders encircled the dead fox and stared down at it with anger. The barking 
dogs tried to take the fox in their mouths, but the hunters prevented them. 

A tall, gallant looking man spotted me and cantered his horse to my side. 

"And who do you think you are to disrupt my fox hunt, knave?" he asked of me 
with a bitter tone to his voice. 

I pulled the cap from my head and my long golden locks fell out to reveal 
myself as a girl. He looked astounded. "A girl," he observed. "And where did 
you learn to shoot an arrow so true?" 

I told him how I had learned my marksmanship with Robin of Nottingham 
forest. 

"Oh, and so you are a friend of that scoundrel, Robin Hood?" he looked at me 
through judgmental eyes. "The last I heard of that thief, he was operating 
out of Sherwood Forest. I guess he's had to move his operation to escape the 
reach of the law. But he will pay. 

"In any case," the noble looking man said, "he has taught you well the use 
of the bow. I could use you as a hunter. Come with me and I will pay you 
well for your services as a bows woman." 

This sounded tempting to me. 

I knew, of course, that he had plans for me other than shooting animals with 
my trusty bow and arrow. 

He stretched his arm out to me and pulled me up behind him on the horse. He 
was magnificently strong. 

He introduced himself to me as the Lord of Grey. He said his estate was 
nearby and that I would find my stay in his household to be quite pleasant. 
He even offered to pay me for my services as a hunter. 

I looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what kind of man he was. 
His hair was gray, but he didn't seem old. He looked more like what I 
learned later was called a country gentleman. 

He explained that he was lord over many serfs, in many counties besides our 
own. I took this to mean that he was quite wealthy, though he never called 
attention to it. 

As we rode off to join the others, I felt a strong attachment and attraction 
for this gray-haired, mustachioed country earl. When we joined the others, 
he introduced me to his wife, Lady Jane. 

She really did seem to be the proper wench one would expect to be married to 
a country earl. Her clothes and boots were immaculate. So was her face. She 
had that look of elegant and wealthy refinement about her. 

Her face was quite pale and there was a certain frail quality about her. 
Lady Jane's eyes were a soft brown, which contrasted well with the dark 
brown hue of her hair. Beneath her derby, her shiny locks hung down to her 
waist. 

She smiled at me in a way similar to the earl's. I knew that they were both 
somehow linked together in a highly perverse relationship. I sensed, and 
rightly so, that it wouldn't be long before I joined them in their 
debauchery. 

I was really impressed with the Earl of Grey's estate. It was composed of a 
number of houses, barns and a magnificent stables. There were many servants 
and serfs in the employ and ownership of the earl. 

That night, the earl, Lady Jane and myself dined together. Lady Jane had 
loaned me some of her clothes, and I couldn't believe how well I looked in 
the looking glass in my room. 

They had provided me with a lovely room to myself, which was situated quite 
close to their own. The dinner was superb. The servants brought in so many 
courses, that I had difficulty in selecting what to eat. There were roast 
ducks, geese, chickens and pheasants. In addition, I had to choose between 
venison, wild boar, elk, beef and even the little fox I had shot was skinned 
and broiled. I decided to taste a bit from each of the fine cuts of meat and 
fowl. I ate several different types of vegetables and washed it all down 
with a generous helping of lovely white wine, which the earl said came from 
his own vineyard. 

For desert we had plum pudding with tea brewed from his very own tea leaves 
imported from Ceylon. 

While we ate our desserts and sipped our tea, several jugglers and a jester 
came in to entertain us with ribald tales. It was all so much fun. I 
couldn't believe how fortunate I had been since leaving the convent. 

Everything just seemed to be going my way again. Perhaps it was true that 
whoever lusted for me suffered, but I didn't really care any longer. It was 
too lovely to just enjoy the new adventures that came my way. With every new 
adventure, I came closer to my dreams of comfort and happiness. 

And after the evening's entertainment, the earl and Lady Jane asked me to 
come to their chambers with them. I sensed that they were about to ask for 
payment for the evening's pleasures. 

Their bedroom was so magnificent that it almost is impossible to describe 
the decor and its richness. There were embroidered tapestries and animal fur 
rugs everywhere. A huge fire raged in the fireplace and the earl poured 
goblets of brandy for us. 

We sat before the fire and talked while we sipped our brandies. It didn't 
take long before my head began to spin from the brandy. We all were dressed 
so well and looked so refine that I knew I was in the midst of divine 
decadence. 

Before I knew what was happening, the earl was unbuttoning my blouse. I knew 
that they wanted me for my hot sex and I didn't mind at all. I lay down on a 
bear skin rug and allowed them both to take my clothes from me. When I was 
quite naked, they marveled at my beautiful looks and sensuous body. 

They both covered my body with sensuous kisses and our sexual temperatures 
were really rising fast. 

I began to unbutton Lady Jane's dress. She was wearing an unbelievable 
number of garments. Under her colorful dress were several layers of slips 
and corsets, bloomers and underwear. When at last I had uncovered her, I was 
surprised how beautiful she was. Her skin was pale and lush and her titties 
full, with ripe brown nipples. 

Lady Jane's pubic patch was dark and luxuriantly covered with black curly 
hair. I have never lusted for a woman before her. Sure, I had experiences 
with the nuns at the convent, but I never really enjoyed it. Let's say, 
almost never. Both Lady Jane and myself removed the clothes from the earl. 
He was a magnificent specimen of a man. His muscles bulged and so did his 
large cock. 

When we were all naked before the fire, we began to kiss and caress each 
other. Oh, I remember how lovely it was. The earl kissed me passionately on 
the mouth, and the woman kissed me tenderly on the pussy. I fondled their 
genitals while they did this. It was so terribly romantic to carry on before 
the fire. 

I put the earl's cock in my mouth and sucked it with pleasure. It filled my 
oral cavity completely with wondrous sensations. 

He was going crazy with ecstasy as I sucked his hot cock and fondled his 
balls. He scooted over my face so that so that I could take him completely 
inside my mouth. I moved my mouth from his cock every now and then so I 
could shove my tongue up his ass. He really liked that. 

I would even suck his nuts, which drove him mad with desire. Between the 
sucking of his cock, balls and ass-hole I think I drove him nearly out of 
his mind with hot lust. 

I was also supremely enjoying the event. Lady Jane had a firm grip on my 
cunt with her mouth. She sucked my clit until I could hardly breath because 
of the heat that filled my loins. 

I gasped for air, and that was precisely when the earl shot his load of come 
into my mouth. I swallowed his hot come and it flowed gently down my throat. 

It was at this moment that my cunt exploded with passion. It was a supremely 
exciting orgasm for me. All the muscles in my young pussy ached with joy. My 
clit pulsed to a sweet rhythm that was exquisite beyond description. 

Before I knew what was happening, the two wealthy lechers had turned me over 
on my belly and they were squabbling among themselves over who would get to 
pay attention to my little anus. 

They compromised and decided to share the prize. Lady Jane kissed my anus 
passionately. Sweet sensations filled my ass as her tongue darted in and out 
and around. She sure knew how to use her tongue in my ass. 

But the poor earl was impatient and dragged Lady Jane to the side. He told 
her that he felt compelled to fuck me in the ass and could wait no longer. 
She scooted around and spread her legs before my face. I began to suck her 
cunt and ass while the earl buggered me. 

It was such a wonderful experience to be sucking such a fine woman's cunt. 
She had apparently cleansed herself with sweet perfumed waters. Her cunt 
tasted unbelievably sweet. I sucked on her clit and darted my tongue in and 
out of her ass-hole and cunt. She was beside herself with joy. But she 
wasn't having nearly as good a time as I was. 

The earl had spread my cheeks and pressed the tip of his large cock up 
against my anus. He was not the biggest man I've ever taken up my ass, but 
he was no small fry either. 

As the earl shoved his cock up my ass, I slid my hand under my sweet, wet 
pussy and began frigging myself. Wondrous feelings of sexual release and joy 
shot through my genitals while the earl buggered my ass. 

I squeezed my ass muscles firmly around his cock as he pumped in and out of 
me. All of the while I sucked on Lady Jane's cunt until she orgasmed 
repeatedly. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head firmly against her 
clit while her hot sex exploded over and over again with relief and joy. 

My orgasm followed soon after. I could feel my clit pounding to a hot, 
sexual rhythm as my fingers brought me to orgasm. I was utterly lucky that 
the earl shot a load of hot come into my ass just as I climaxed. 

What a sweet blending of hot joys as all of our orgasms blended. I couldn't 
believe how much the two of them were into sex. 

It was glorious, to say the least. 

After the earl pulled his cock from my ass, he immediately fell to 
sodomizing his own wife. She took his cock up her ass with great pleasure 
and the two of them continued to fuck into the wee hours of the morning. 

I passed out from sheer exhaustion long before they finished fucking. I 
slept terribly well that night. 

Early the next morning, the earl woke me with a kiss and led me to my room. 
He told me to get dressed because he wanted to take me hunting with him. I 
asked him about Lady Jane, but he said he wanted to ride with me alone. I 
guess there was some competition going on for my favors. 

After I dressed, we went out to the stables and the earl selected a gentle 
horse for me. I brought along my bow and arrows and he took his hunting 
falcon, which he called Phoenix. 

I was really looking forward to seeing how well the falcon hunted. We rode 
for several hours and I watched with keen interest as Phoenix brought down 
many game birds. Phoenix was a great hunter and it was amazing to watch him 
fly up and strike other birds in the air. He would bring them obediently 
back to the earl. 

I managed to bring down several hares and a young deer with my bow and 
arrow. The earl was most impressed with my skills as a bows woman. I really 
owe that all to Robin, of course. 

Sometime before noon, we stopped to rest. The earl helped me down from my 
horse and we rested on a field of soft grass. 

He told me he wanted me to suck his cock. I didn't mind, of course, and 
reaching over to his britches, I pulled his hefty slab of meat out of his 
trousers and placed it in my loving mouth. 

I fondled his balls while I sucked on his huge erection. He opened my own 
britches and was finger fucking me madly. It was then that Lady Jane 
approached on her horse. 

She was flying along and obviously in a hurry to find us. 

We ceased our carrying on and waited for the the woman to ride up. She 
looked angry. 

"And why did you run off with Leona?" she demanded to know. 

"We didn't run off, dear," he replied. 

"Yes you did," she screamed. "You wanted to keep her all to yourself. What 
kind of fool did you think I was? I know you pretty well after all these 
years, darling. When there is young fresh meat around, you always want to 
keep it to yourself." 

"That's not fair," he protested. "We just went hunting together. That's all 
there is to it." 

"I saw you both carrying on sexually," she said accusingly. "If there is sex 
going on, I want to be included." 

"Of course, you can be included," the earl said as he helped Lady Jane down 
from the stallion. 

We all sat around on the grass with each other and I could feel the tension 
mount. It was obvious that these two were very competitive with each other. 

Lady Jane was much more jealous than the earl, that was quite obvious to me. 
I couldn't wait to see how they solved their little war for my affections. 

"I think I've had enough of you," the woman said to the earl. "I will return 
home to my father's castle and learn to live without you. I will find young 
girls for myself." 

She turned to me and asked me if I wanted to come with her. I knew better 
than to choose sides. I could see that nothing good could come of my 
relationship with these two. I looked for a means of escape. 

I sensed that the curse of the devil, which followed me wherever I went, had 
caught up with the Earl of Grey and his Lady Jane. 

"You are a no good son-of-a-bitch," she screamed at the earl. "I can live 
without you. There just isn't anything more that I need or want from you." 

"The feeling is-likewise, you bitch," the earl screamed. "The girl is mine. 
I found her first, and I'm keeping her." 

Lady Jane slapped him across the face and a tremendous battle ensued. They 
tore at each other's clothes and the earl grabbed Lady Jane about the throat 
and was strangling her. 

I sensed that a murder was about to take place. It was the same old story. 
Whoever fucked me seemed to be punished by the wrath of God for the pleasure 
of my flesh. 

I just couldn't bare to witness this scene any longer. I jumped upon my 
horse and rode off at a gallop. I guess I stole the horse, but I just didn't 
think it mattered at that point. 

I was to learn later, that the earl and his woman were as vengeful as they 
were possessive. 

I rode for a day as fast as I could. I neared a small village where I 
decided to find lodging for the night. 

I found a small inn and took a room. I had no money, but the inn keeper 
seemed interested in me so I told him we would make a deal. 

He took my horse to the stables and fed it hay. He woke me later that night 
with much fear in his voice. 

"There are soldiers outside looking for you, young lady," he said. "They say 
that a young girl who matches your description stole a horse from the Earl 
of Grey and the Lady Jane. They have found the horse in the stable and are 
at this moment searching the inn. Flee through the window and run to the 
edge of the woods. Wait for me there and I will show you the route to the 
Berwick Castle." 

I was terribly angry that the earl and the Lady Jane would stoop so low as 
to send soldiers after me. After all the pleasure I had given them, too. It 
was just too much. 

I leaped through the inn's open window with my clothes under my arm and 
landed on a pile of soft straw. I threw on my clothes and ran through the 
open field to the edge of the forest. I waited for the inn keeper. 

It was quite some time before he arrived. He seemed very frightened by the 
soldiers. He told me that they were furious that I had escaped and blamed 
the inn keeper. 

He said he narrowly escaped with his life. 

He really wasn't a bad looking man, and I didn't mind that he wanted to fuck 
me. I warned him about the curse on me, but he was so horny that he would 
have fucked even Satan. 

I told him it would have to be a fast one, because I didn't want to be 
captured by the soldiers. He promised he would be fast. 

I pulled off my britches and leaned against a tree. He held up his lantern 
and stared with happiness at my snatch. He really was impressed with my 
young cunt. 

I told him to hurry. He opened his fly and pulled his erect cock out in his 
hand. I allowed him to push it up my dry cunt while I leaned against the 
tree. I was much too nervous to get turned on and so my cunt remained dry 
while he fucked me. 

He was trying so hard to get off, the poor fellow. I guess the dryness of my 
cunt was a bit of a turn-off for him. He was straining so hard to come that 
his eyes were nearly popping out of his face. 

And then he screamed and I thought that he had come. But that wasn't why he 
had screamed. An arrow from a soldier's bow had pierced his neck. He stared 
at me in disbelief as blood ran out of his mouth. 

"Where is Berwick Castle?" I demanded. I knew that it was just a matter of 
seconds until the soldiers would be upon us. He tried to speak, but fell 
dead. His cock fell out of my cunt as he toppled to the ground. 

The curse had struck again. 

I pulled up my britches and ran into the forest. I didn't know which way I 
was going. I just ran with all the energy I had in me. I felt sorry for the 
inn keeper. He had truly wanted to help me, I know. I wished I could have 
given him a memorable fuck before he died. 

But he too, like everyone else that frolicked with me, wound up as a victim 
of ill-fortune. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

I ran through the bushes, and I ran through the brambles, I ran to the 
places where a rabbit wouldn't go. But the soldiers continued to pursue me. 
Arrows from their cross-bows and hand bows flew through the air about me. I 
could hear them whiz past my head. "Whiz, whiz," so very close to my young 
body. Truly, I was scared, for it seemed as if my life had come to a close. 

I dived into the bushes and tried to hide. They were coming up fast behind 
me. I couldn't understand all the excitement. It seemed like a lot of 
concern just for a young girl. Sure, I stole a horse, but I left it at the 
inn. And besides, after the abuse I took from the Earl of Grey and Lady 
Jane, I think the. cost of a horse wasn't excessive payment. 

"That little bitch seems to have gotten away," I heard one of the soldiers 
say. "The earl will have our heads for this. I heard that it's much more 
than mere horse thieving that this girl is wanted for. I heard that she 
killed Lady Jane." 

And then I knew that the curse had indeed struck again. The earl had killed 
his wife because of me. And he was trying to place the blame on me. Oh, this 
wicked curse that my mother had placed upon me. I wondered if there would be 
any escape for me. I still wonder. 

The soldiers searched all over for me. I knew that I couldn't let them find 
me. I would surely be hanged for murder. 

After many hours of searching through the brush for me, they finally left. I 
am quite fortunate that they didn't discover me. They came close, but 
apparently the curse was continuing to protect me. While it destroyed all 
those who loved me, it protected me. 

I slept in the brush that night. I was exhausted from my flight and in any 
case, I really didn't know which way to go. I thought that in the morning 
light, I would be able to find the road to Berwick Castle. 

I woke up with the sun and set out through the woods in search of a trail. I 
walked for many hours until I nearly dropped from exhaustion. The farther I 
ventured into the woods, the more lost I seemed to become. I began to panic. 
The arrival of a summer storm certainly didn't help things much. As thunder 
and lightning filled the sky, I ran in search of shelter from the storm. 

Rain was pouring down as I came upon a small wooden house deep in the woods. 
It was quite run down, but I was happy to have at least found a place to 
escape the rain. 

No one seemed to be around. 

I went in and looked around. It was obvious that the home was inhabited. I 
daresay, it was inhabited by more than one person. The mess was much too 
much for one person to have made. Upstairs, I found two huge beds. I figured 
it might have been a man and his wife who were no longer interested in 
sleeping with each other. 

The woman of the house surely was a slob, I observed. Everything was in a 
mess. I decided to straighten things out. I dusted and swept, made the bed 
and even had time to put some food on the fire before falling asleep in one 
of the beds upstairs. 

I was awakened not long afterwards by the sound of heavy foot steps outside. 
I leaped from the bed and looked out the window. There were two huge men 
approaching from the woods. They carried huge axes over their shoulders, and 
I assumed they were wood cutters by trade. 

Despite their huge size, they did look rather cute. There was certainly 
nothing dangerous about them, or so I thought. 

I ran down the stairs and awaited their arrival. They were certainly shocked 
to find me in the house. 

It was apparent from the expressions on their faces and the bulges in their 
trousers that they hadn't seen a woman in a very long time. I tried to 
communicate with them, but they spoke a strange dialect of English, one with 
which I was not familiar. We just couldn't figure out how to communicate. 

I was finally able to communicate to them that my name was Leona and that I 
had come a long way. They seemed most happy to have me as their guest. I 
think they were especially pleased to see how clean the house was and to 
smell the savory aroma of the stew that was cooking over the fire. 

Since I couldn't understand their language, I just called them A and B. I 
told them in sign language to sit down at the table and I began to serve 
them dinner. They were really quite happy to enjoy my cooking. I think it 
had been a very long time since they enjoyed a hot meal. I guess that they 
worked so hard in the woods that they didn't have much time to think about 
cleaning house or cooking. 

They were both so cute as they ate their dinner and smiled at me with 
profound gratitude. They seemed to both be in their early twenties. Despite 
their beards and unkempt manners, they did seem quite youthful and innocent. 
I hoped for their sakes that they wouldn't try to fuck me. I didn't want the 
curse to fall upon them as it had on the others. 

After dinner, I found some spare blankets and made a little bed for myself 
on the floor in the bedroom. I was nearly asleep when the two men came to 
bed. I felt their eyes on me. I hoped that I would have a peaceful night's 
sleep. But I think that deep down, I knew that it couldn't be. My cunt told 
me that I was in for another whopping fuck session. 

It wasn't long before I heard them begin to creep out of their beds. I felt 
a hand touch my golden locks. I knew that they were planning a little sexual 
fun. I really didn't blame them because I knew that I was a very sexy young 
girl, but I felt sorry for them, because I knew exactly what would happen. 

They really were horny. One of them had lit a lantern and they were staring 
down at me with hungry eyes. They had removed their clothes, and it was 
quite an experience to be staring at their two huge cocks. They were really 
giants of men. I felt as though I had been through this once before, but I 
guess it must have been in a dream. 

I knew that I would be exhausted following this ordeal. But there was simply 
no way to avoid it. I stood and began undressing. The way they stared at my 
titties and pussy absolutely gave me a fright. It was obvious that I was the 
first woman they had seen in a very long time. 

I went and laid down on one of the beds and spread my legs. There was just 
nothing else to do. They did the rest. They both moved so quickly that I 
didn't know who was fucking what part of me. 

They moved all over me. One had his cock wrapped in my hair and he was 
jerking himself off. The other fucked me in one armpit and then the other. 
Then they shifted positions, and there was a cock fucking my breast 
cleavage, then I took a cock in the mouth and finally, I was fucked quite 
vigorously in the cunt and ass-hole by the two huge wood cutters. 

My God, was that a sexual free-for-all. There was come shooting everywhere. 
I must admit I enjoyed the fuck session immensely. I just laid there and let 
them do whatever they wanted to me. They sure wanted to do a lot. 

After they shot their loads, they moved their positions yet again and began 
fucking me all over again. They must have had at least five turns in my 
cunt. That means I was fucked too much for my own comfort and too much for 
their well being. Surely the curse would strike them savagely. I was so 
exhausted from all this sex, that I fainted during the orgy. I guess all the 
pleasure was just too much for me. When I woke in the morning, I found 
myself completely entangled with the bodies of the two huge men. I was sore 
all over and covered with semen. I tried to arise without waking them. I 
wanted to make my get-away. It was obvious that I couldn't stay with them. I 
was really growing sick of fucking. That's all anyone ever seemed to want 
from me. It was all becoming quite boring. 

Unfortunately, I woke them up as I reached for my clothes and they grabbed 
me. This time I tried to fight them off because I was much too sore and 
tired to put up with any more of this nonsense. 

They over-powered me, however, and began thrusting their erect cocks against 
all my orifices once more. My pussy and ass-hole were particularly sore. 
They must have been sadists, because they wouldn't stop, despite my screams 
and protest. 

The men stood me up and took turns buggering me. Oh, God, it still gives me 
a pain in the ass to think about it. The first two times were all right. I 
mean it didn't hurt too much as they fucked themselves senseless in my anus. 
But enough was enough. I was so sore already from the night before that 
blood began to run out of my ass as they buggered me over and over again. My 
rectum was totally filled with come and I felt bloated when they had finally 
finished with me. It was no better than being locked up in the dungeon. 

I was so sick and tired of being treated like an object. I wanted to find 
one man who would love me and take care of me. These group sex scenes were 
much too exploitative. 

After the men left for work, I was too exhausted to even get to my feet. My 
ass-hole pounded with pain. I managed to drag myself over a bed and collapse 
in sheer exhaustion. 

It was quite late in the afternoon when I awoke. I didn't want to be around 
when the men returned. My body just couldn't take any more of their abuse. I 
went down to the washroom and bathed the dried come out of my hair and off 
my body. My pussy and ass-hole throbbed with pain when I touched them. It 
was difficult to even walk. I hoped that there hadn't been any permanent 
damage. 

I had been hoping to stay around long enough to find directions to Berwick 
Castle, but I didn't want to see those two men again, let alone talk to 
them. All they would want to do was fuck. 

My life seemed to be a living nightmare. I so much wanted to find a man to 
love me. Even another woman would do. It was beginning to seem to me that I 
would never escape the curse of Sister Serena. 

After I bathed, I dressed and went outside. I wasn't sure which way to go, 
but since I didn't want to meet up with the two wood cutters again, I went 
through the woods in an opposite direction to where the two men had gone. 

I wandered, quite lost, in the woods for some time before I came upon a 
little girl wandering down the road. She was dressed in rags, looking 
somewhat like a young gypsy girl. She was quite a good looking young lady. 
Her hair was golden like mine and she wore a lovely yellow ribbon in her 
hair. 

She looked friendly, so I approached her with a smile on my face. I hoped 
that she would speak the same dialect of English as I and have some 
knowledge of the area. 

Perhaps, I thought, she would know the way to Berwick Castle. 

She returned my smile as I approached her and we began to talk. I was 
terribly excited that she could converse with me in my own tongue. She said 
she was going to visit her grandmother, but that the road to her 
grandmother's house continued on to the castle. She asked me to go with her. 
I was flattered. 

I walked with the young girl for quite some time. She walked, and I listened 
carefully. It was so fascinating to listen to her; she was so fresh and 
alive. It was so amazing, because she seemed just like me, only in a purer 
sense. It was strange listening to the young girl talk of love, family and 
friends. These were all the things that Father Paul had told me existed in 
the outside world, but this is the first time I had truly encountered such 
things. 

I thought about Lloyd Birch, the farmer, and his son Michael. There had been 
neither love nor friendship with these men. Certainly Michael had been a lot 
of fun to mess around with, but this was purely physical. It had been the 
same with Sir Gallant, the knight; Moyle, the magician; Robin and his men; 
the Earl of Grey and Lady Jane; the inn keeper and the two huge wood 
cutters. It had all been physical passion and lust which had drawn these 
people to me. 

All of it seemed somehow to feed off the curse that followed after me. Damn 
my mother, that fucking bitch, whore nun. She had destroyed my life or so I 
thought at the time. Her sacrilegious affair with the actor, from which my 
bastard birth resulted, seemed as though it would be my nemesis. 

Walking and talking with the young gypsy girl reminded me somewhat of the 
love that I imagined Father Paul held for me in his heart. Though I think 
what he really wanted from me was a piece of tail, in a way he really loved 
me. 

At least I like to think that he died out of love for me. But all the other 
men and women whom I had sex with were doomed to the same fate. It was just 
a question of time before a violent fate met up with all those who loved me. 
Oh, such a curse to have to carry. 

After we had walked for several hours, I asked the young girl to sit with me 
beneath a tree for rest. I truly was fatigued from the journey. It had been 
nearly a fortnight since I had set out from the convent. So much had 
happened to me since my flight. I just wanted to lay down and find some 
peace. 

"Why do you seem so happy?" I asked the young girl. She untied the ribbon in 
her hair, and as it fell, I was startled to see that her golden hair was so 
much like mine. Her face was creamy and soft, like mine. And her eyes and 
figure seemed to be quite similar to mine as well. 

"Well, I suppose I just have had a good childhood," the little girl smiled. 
"My mommy and daddy love me and so does my grandmother. That's why I'm going 
to pick some fruit for her on the way. She says that fresh fruit is 
essential for proper digestion. I guess when you are old, you need a little 
help from mother nature." 

"Have you ever been in love?" I asked her. 

"Hardly," she replied. "I'm much too young for that." 

I thought about that. It didn't seem right that she would have such a nice 
life as a child. I had never had a childhood. As long as I can remember, I 
had been a physical object for the lusts of others. And now I found myself 
becoming just like the people who had lusted for me. 

I was lusting for this young girl. I really wanted to see what she looked 
like without her clothes. I wanted to feel her lips against mine. I thought 
about how nice it would be to run my fingers through her long, blonde locks. 
I wondered if her nipples would be pink, like mine. I wondered if she would 
be able to have an orgasm. 

My pussy was throbbing with passion as I watched the young girl. She was so 
very lovely. I had to have her. I was frightened by the intensity of my lust 
for her, but I had to give in to it. My head was pounding with passion and I 
felt myself becoming like a carnivorous beast about to leap upon a fresh 
victim. 

She seemed to draw back from me, frightened perhaps by the intensity in my 
face. I smiled and tried to relax. But I was breathing hard and it was 
terribly hard to keep my eyes off her bulging young breasts and her golden 
legs, parts of which showed below her long skirt. The little golden hairs 
that grew on her legs seemed to cry out for my kisses. I wanted to lick her 
skin. 

The young girl did really seem frightened when I slid up beside her and put 
my arm around her. I kissed her on the cheek and told her not to be afraid. 
I told her that I felt very close to her, that it was like love. 

"But we are both girls," she said so sweetly and so innocently. "Girls 
aren't supposed to love each other in this way. Can't we just be friends?" 

I explained to her that when two people feel strongly for each other that 
they should make love to underscore the statement of love. She felt that 
this was all just too strange, but I was adamant. I wanted to fuck this girl 
and I wasn't going to let anything stop me. For too long I had been a victim 
of others' lust. Now I had found someone whom I wanted to seduce. 

I forced my lips against hers. She tried to pull away but I kept them fixed 
to hers. She was really struggling, but I wasn't about to let her go. I felt 
certain that after I had made love to her that she would understand. I knew 
that she would feel just as strongly for me. 

I forced my tongue inside her mouth. It was wet and warm. My hands stroked 
the soft skin of her face. I kissed her entire face and neck. I licked her 
ears and blew softly into them. She was still fighting me, but I knew I was 
getting through to her. My hand went inside her blouse and I was pleased to 
find that her little breasts were about as formed as my own. I rubbed them 
affectionately and pulled at her nipples. 

They became firm. I knew that I was getting through to her. My hands went 
into her arm pits. She was just sprouting fine blonde hairs beneath her 
arms. I rubbed it and she began to breath deeply. She was falling under my 
spell. It was amazing to watch this transformation between child and woman. 

My free hand began to explore the softness of her leg. I ran my hand up 
along the inside of her leg up to the warm, fleshy skin near her pussy. She 
loved it. Her skin felt so warm now. I knew I was getting through to her. It 
was lovely. I was getting her hot. It had taken some doing, but the young 
virgin girl was falling under my spell. 

I pulled one of her small breasts out of the protection of her blouse and 
began licking it. The flesh was warm and smooth and she cooed with delight. 
Her little strawberry of a nipple was puckered and seemed to be reaching up 
for my mouth. I sucked it and she began relaxing into the sexual spell. Her 
legs spread slowly apart and her pussy seemed to pull my hand like a magnet 
up against the soft, moistened panties that covered her sexual jewels. I 
wanted to see them, to admire them and give them my love. 

I was ablaze with sexual hunger for this girl. It's like I wanted to possess 
her purity. I wanted to suck all the goodness out of her, to make it mine. I 
wanted to corrupt her. I was obsessed with transforming her into a little 
sex witch, like me. 

I felt it happening. I knew I would be successful. What a sweet victory. It 
was such a rush to taste her youthful passion in my mouth. It was like sweet 
chocolate melting in my mouth. The saliva was running freely down the back 
of my throat as I lusted for this child. I took her blouse from her and lay 
it on the ground. Her chest looked so smooth and delightful. I ran my hands 
over her flesh and she moaned with joy. I pressed her tits tightly and she 
begged with her lovely eyes for more and more. She was burning with youthful 
passion. I wanted her so much. I was lusting with razed hunger for her. 

I only hoped that she wanted me. 

I took her cloak from her shoulders and cast it down upon the ground beside 
the blouse. I removed my own blouse and pushed my chest to hers. Our breasts 
touched. Heat and passion leaped from her breasts to mine. My groin ached 
for her. I was going crazy, but slowly. I knew I had to move slow, to draw 
her further and further into my sexual web. And then I would capture her and 
she would be mine. 

I removed my boots and britches. She stared with her own hungry passion at 
my blonde covered snatch. I knew she wanted it. I knew that she wanted to 
touch her mouth to my cunt, to taste the hot sex trapped between my 
quivering golden thighs. 

I reached over and unbuttoned her skirt. I slipped it down over her legs, 
along with her slips and petticoats. And there she was before me. She looked 
so very lovely in her nakedness. Just her little white panties to remove and 
then she would be naked and vulnerable. I saw several little golden hairs 
protruding from beneath her panties. My mouth was agape with passion. I 
could taste her pussy in my mouth. I took her hand and slid it up between my 
thighs until it touched my sex. I quivered with hot passion as her hand 
rubbed against my cunt. Hot juices trickled over her hand and her digits 
shined and radiated light from their glistening surface. 

I pushed her fingers up into my snatch and then rubbed her hand against my 
ass-hole. I was shaking with passion and unable to speak. It was like the 
spell had sucked me into my own web. All my movements seemed to flow as if 
we danced some strange, erotic dance of sex. I spread my legs wide apart and 
pushed her fingers all over my sex. I grabbed two fingers and shoved them up 
my ass. My ass-hole walls clamped down tight on her fingers and I shoved 
them in and out of my ass. 

I was burning with sexual fever for the young girl. I touched her cunt 
through the panties.. She was hot and wet. I pressed the flimsy material of 
her drawers up into the crevices of her cunt and into her fuck hole. 

She was going crazy with hot lust. I pulled her panties slowly down her legs 
and off her feet. Her cunt was even lovelier than I imagined. It was the 
cunt of a young girl. It was smooth and firm and the hairs twisted and 
turned. Her cunt hole welcomed my interest. I cast two fingers up her snatch 
and felt them press against her tight little hymen. I bent down and kissed 
her cunt. She swooned with delight. 

It was such a pleasure to be breaking in a new visitor to the shores of 
sexual pleasure. I was so elated to think that before we met, she knew 
nothing of sex. And now she was flowering beneath my caresses and kisses. 

I found her clit with my mouth and kissed it tenderly. I took inside my 
mouth and sucked it. Her juices were flowing full force now and her legs 
spread wide to invite the ministrations of my hot, wet tongue. 

She was begging for it. I could feel her clit swell in my mouth. She wrapped 
her legs around me and pressed her sex down hard on my mouth. What joy 
bathed my mouth. It was such a cornucopia of delight that lay hidden between 
the thighs of this tender child. 

I swung her around so that her mouth was pressed against my own cunt. She 
mimicked my moves and began sucking at my clit and tonguing my hot fuck 
hole. I got hot real fast. We were both swooning and cooing and rocking back 
and forth with sexual joy. 

And then she began to orgasm. It gave me so much delight to feel her release 
her load of sexual tensions into my mouth. As she screamed with delight and 
her orgasm took wings, her cunt lips quivered with hot lust. 

And she was going crazy with passion. The poor girl was quite beside 
herself, really. I was afraid she was going to suffer convulsions. I had 
never known anyone to get off so completely on sex. She was like a little 
bird who took wings and fluttered about. 

Her clit pulsated in my mouth. I ran my tongue lower and into her anus. She 
really liked that. My word, but that child could scream with passion. I was 
shocked and realized that she could very well become even more sexually 
depraved than I. Poor child. 

I licked and sucked at her ass until I had triggered off another series of 
intense orgasms. The girl was truly beside herself. It was something truly 
amazing to behold. She quivered and quaked and her cunt exploded with hot 
passion. Her ass-hole clamped down on my tongue and I reamed her and fucked 
her with my tongue in the ass while she discharged and moaned with delight. 

I slowly withdrew my tongue from her ass and switched positions. I was now 
laying on top of her. Her legs were spread and our blonde snatches were 
rubbing against each other with hot friction. Our tender clit flaps ground 
and rubbed with furious intent and at last I felt my first series of orgasms 
begin to explode deep inside me. 

I looked into her eyes while I cunt rubbed her and was astounded by the 
transformation that had occurred. The girl's eyes seemed wolfish. She seemed 
totally immersed in the lusty, dark caverns of her hidden mind. 

It turned me on terribly to see her thus transformed. It heightened my own 
orgasm which was just now exploding in my cunt. It was truly a wonderful 
orgasm, too. My whole body shook with joy and hot flashes shot through my 
system. 

The young girl and I rested for awhile together and then I was overcome with 
the desire to violate her some more. Her eyes were still filled with the 
animal passion that had emerged while I was sucking her cunt. Every time I 
looked into her eyes, I wanted to fuck her again. It was like a madness that 
had taken hold of me. 

I spotted a piece of smooth wood laying in the grass and picked it up. It 
would make a good dildo, I thought. I really wanted to pierce the girl's 
cherry and deflower her anus. It seemed important that she should be 
properly initiated. 

While I frigged her clit, I pushed the smooth piece of wood into her cunt. 
As it pushed against her cherry, she moaned with sudden pain. But I didn't 
let that stop me. The more she screamed, the more I liked it. I pushed the 
stick up her cunt until she was loudly screaming with pain. And then I heard 
it pop. 

Blood trickled out of the young girl's cunt while the smooth stick went deep 
inside of her. I frigged her clit with one hand while I fucked her with the 
stick, and soon she was groaning with pleasure. It was thrilling to have 
taken her virginity from her. I pulled the stick from her cunt and thrust it 
up against her ass-hole. She bellowed with pain. It was obvious that it 
would be difficult to get the object up her ass. But I persisted and it 
began to slide in. Oh, did she sure squeal with pain. My own cunt was 
flowing with hot juice because of the sounds of her intense carrying on. How 
utterly lovely it was. 

I pushed the stick far up into her rectum. As I worked it in and out and 
continued to frig her clit, she was going crazy with hot passion. I knew I 
really had her now. 

I was getting her higher and higher. There was no doubt about it. The girl 
was being transformed into a wild wench before my very eyes. I began cunt 
sucking her while I jammed the wooden dildo in and out of her ass. 

She really liked it, I must tell you. It wasn't as though I had forced 
anything on her that she really hadn't, deep down, wanted. She' wanted it, 
and I gave it to her. She really wasn't so different from me after all. 

While I was cunt sucking her, I noticed movement up on the mountain behind 
us. I squinted my eyes and saw to my consternation that the soldiers had 
followed me. My God, was I displeased by that. I felt certain I had shaken 
them from my trail. How was I to escape from them? This was really becoming 
too much. 

I knew I had to do some quick thinking. I was growing tired of running and 
hiding. I had to get those bastards off my trail. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

"Listen, darling," I said to the young girl. "You know how much I love you, 
don't you? I think that's obvious from the way I made love with you. If I 
didn't really love you, do you think that I could have given you so much 
pleasure?" 

"I know you love me," she replied. "I want to go on playing with you 
forever. It really is wonderful to fuck around. You have shown me a whole 
new world of joy." 

Tin really happy that you feel that way," I said. "But I think we should do 
something to prove our love for each other." I pretended to think for 
awhile. "I know. Let's exchange clothes. That will make us just like real 
sisters. Isn't that what sisters do?" 

"I guess so," the young girl said. "I guess that would be all right just 
until we get to granny's house. We can change back before we get there. I 
think my granny would be confused. Besides, her eyesight isn't very good, 
and since we look so much a-like, she's liable to think that you are me. 
That would be terribly confusing." 

I promised her that we would change back again before we got to her 
granny's. I told her that we should hurry and be on our way. She seemed a 
little confused as to why we should be hurrying, but just as the soldiers 
came up over the knoll that looked down on us, we finished dressing. 

It felt strange to be wearing a dress. I had never before had such fine 
clothes on. I really felt just like a proper young woman. And the young girl 
looked just like someone on the run. 

I hoped my plan would work. "Oh, look," the young girl wearing my clothes 
grew excited. "They sure seem to be in a hurry. Look at all of them running 
along towards us. Gee, I think they want to talk to us. Whatever could they 
want of us?" 

"I wouldn't know," I said. "By the way, what's your name, honey? With all 
the excitement, I forgot to ask you." 

"Oh, my name is Bonnie Hartman," she said. "What's yours? If we are to be 
good friends, we really should know each other's names." 

"I'm Leona," I said. The soldiers were quickly approaching. Several of them 
had drawn their swords. Others had their cross-bows pointed towards us. I 
pushed my bow and arrows over towards Bonnie. "You better let me do all the 
talking, honey." 

I hoped she wouldn't hate me too much for what I was about to do. But she 
had been free for so long. I had only been free for less than a fortnight 
and I had so much to experience. It seemed like it was just her destiny that 
she should be sacrificed so that I may live. I shuddered to realize that the 
curse was about to strike again. I suppose I could have prevented it, but my 
survival meant too much to me at this point. 

The soldiers were now upon us. They looked angry and mean. 

"Good day, kind soldiers," I said. "What ever could the matter be? You look 
so distraught." 

They didn't answer me directly. They grabbed the poor young girl and began 
thrashing her. She whimpered and screamed with pain as they soldiers slapped 
her about. 

"What is the meaning of this?" she whimpered as blood trickled from her 
mouth. She spit out two teeth. The soldier had hit her quite hard across the 
mouth. 

The soldier in charge of the six others, spoke. "Don't act as though you 
don't know what's going on, Leona. You may be smart to have escaped us this 
long, but we have you now." 

"What ever are you talking . . . " she was cut off. 

"My name is Bonnie Hartman," I said quickly. "What did this girl, Leona do?" 

"But she's not Bonnie," the girl protested with tears running down her face. 
"I'm Bonnie, she's Leona." 

"Shut up you tricky little bitch," the soldier snapped and smacked the poor 
child across the mouth with his black leather gloved fist. He knocked out 
several more teeth and the girl's head reeled as she nearly lost 
consciousness. "We have a full description of you, Leona. And we also know 
firsthand how tricky you are. Did you really expect us to fall for your lie? 
Did you think that we would take this nice young lady away in your place." 
The poor girl couldn't answer, she was much too bashed up. 

"What did this Leona girl do?" I inquired with a sweet voice. 

"She's been ravaging the seven different counties with her evil ways for 
nearly a fortnight," the soldier in charge explained. "There is talk about 
her all over the south of England. Even in Wales they are talking about 
wicked Leona. She escaped from a convent where she was being held because of 
the evil curse that hangs over her. The nuns and the priests at the convent 
say that she is the daughter of the devil. 

"And believe me, she is," the soldier went on. "She had destroyed many good 
people as she spread this curse all over England. I tell you, she is the 
daughter of the devil himself and she is going to be burned alive when we 
get her back to town. Already they are building a huge pile of wood and 
kindling. She is going to go up in hell fire this one is." 

"What ever did she do to deserve such a beastly death?" I asked innocently. 

"From the convent she sought shelter with a farmer and his son," the soldier 
said. "I hate to tell you what we found when we arrived at the farm. The 
father had killed his son, bashing his head with an axe. The father, Lloyd 
Birch was his name, was quite mad when we got there. We found him groveling 
about on the floor screaming hysterically and calling for Leona. He was 
right up a tree, that man was. He's surely ruined for life. 

"And there is talk of the mighty Sir Gallant racing through villages with 
his lance, killing and maiming people," the soldier went on. "Can you 
imagine that? The mighty Sir Gallant turning against his own admirers. As he 
kills with his lance he screams, 'hail Leona, Princess of darkness.' Now you 
tell me if that doesn't sound like this little witch has sunk her talons 
into that boy. I'm afraid that he will have to be hunted down and killed 
before he totally devastates the land. 

"And a mad magician named Moyle supposedly had a run in with Leona," the 
soldier went on. "He was captured running amok through the village of Essex 
attempting to cast evil spells on all the inhabitants. He kept crying out 
something about a holy grail or some such nonsense. He had to be beheaded as 
the town council thought he was much too mad to ever mix with society again. 
I tell you, this girl is evil. 

"There are reports that Robin and his band of merry scoundrels have been 
rampaging the land killing and maiming as they go. I am certain that Leona 
must have spent time with them. No longer are they rallying behind the motto 
of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. They are crying out for 
the blood of the most innocent. They have killed many children. They are 
quite berserk. The sheriff of Nottingham forest has sent out a posse to 
round him and his men up. Robin had been tolerated for a long time because 
he was a folk hero among the oppressed. But now he and his men have been 
poisoned by this evil little wench. Rumor has it that the sheriff has 
already caught Robin and his men and have hung them from the highest tree!" 

I crossed myself to make it look good. "That is a terrible story," I said. 
"She seemed so nice and innocent. Why, to think that I was going to take her 
to my granny's with me." 

Bonnie, who was being mistaken for me, was beginning to regain 
consciousness. She shot a hateful look at me. She lunged for me, but the 
soldier grabbed her and smacked her against he face. This time, he broke her 
nose. She screamed in pain, and blood gushed from her nostrils. 

'Tilt your head back and pinch your nostrils, honey," I said in an effort to 
seem cute and nice. 

"Don't waste your concern on her," the soldier said. "I've only told you the 
half of her evil ways. After she left Nottingham forest, she was taken in 
and shown kindness by the Earl of Grey and his woman, Lady Jane. In a fit of 
jealousy over the Earl, Leona killed Lady Jane and tried to kill the Earl as 
well. She even stole one of their horses to escape. 

"And from there she sought shelter in an inn not but a few days journey from 
here," the soldier continued to drone on. I faked interest. 

"We almost had her at that point," he said. "She had taken the inn keeper 
hostage and was trying to drag the poor fellow into the woods. Unfortunately 
an arrow that was meant for her, struck the poor fellow in the throat and he 
died. And what was really appalling was that she had been trying to fuck the 
poor fellow as he lay dying. Can you imagine that?" 

I told him I couldn't. 

"From there, we followed her through the woods to the home of two wood 
cutters who live deep in the forest," the soldier said with fury in his 
eyes. "We missed her there, too. But you should have seen the carnage we 
found at the old house. The two men had gone berserk when we arrived. They 
had turned on each other and were fighting like bitter enemies. They kept 
shouting for Leona. We had to run them through with our swords to put the 
poor blokes out of their misery. 

"And you would have obviously been her next victim, Miss Hart man," the 
soldier smiled chivalrously at me. 

"Oh thank you, kind squire," I told him. "If it hadn't been for you and your 
men I might have been driven to madness or a worse affliction by this 
monstrous creature. I owe you my life." I pressed my lips against his cheek 
in what I thought was a lady-like show of affection and appreciation. 

"I better be off to my granny's now," I said with a smile. 'This girl is 
obviously quite mad, and you shouldn't listen to anything she says." 

The young girl had regained consciousness once more. "But I'm Bonnie 
Hartman," the girl pleaded. "She is Leona. She's the one you want." 

"You see?" I said. "She was already starting to talk crazy when you and your 
men first approached. She said she was going to use the bow and arrows to 
kill you." 

"She lies," the real Bonnie Hartman protested. The soldier gave her yet 
another mighty whack across the head. 

"Well, I guess I better be off," I said. 

"You needn't worry about her, miss," the soldier said as I gathered up my 
red skirt and picked up the basket of fruit. "The boys and I are going to 
teach this young girl something about sex ourselves before we take her back 
to the village to be burned at the stake." 

I smiled at them all and wandered merrily down the path. When it curved 
behind some trees, I kneeled and watched through the leaves. The young girl 
was screaming as the soldiers ripped her clothes from her. They were pulling 
their cocks out of their trousers and it looked like it was going to be a 
hot gang bang. 

I didn't want to wait around, so I beat it out of there. I could hear her 
screams for quite some time as I proceeded down the path to her granny's. It 
was a lovely day and I was happy when I got out of hearing distance. Her 
screams really were grating to the nerves. 

Yes, I remember how wonderful it felt to be strolling down the path in my 
new little red outfit. It felt nice to be wearing nice soft panties, 
petticoats, slips and a nice soft dress. The bonnet felt nice and it shaded 
much of the sun from my face. The cape flapped in the gentle breeze behind 
me as I walked. 

It was a great feeling to know that I would now be forgotten. I was really 
free now. As soon at little Bonnie was burned at the stake, it would be 
complete. Everyone would think that the curse of Sister Serena was finally 
terminated. I was free at last, or so I thought. 

It would take a long time for me to realize that the wicked curse of my 
mother could not be dispelled so easily. But for the time being, it just 
felt wonderful to be walking down the path, listening to the birds sing. Now 
that I didn't have to flee any longer, I could take my time to smell the 
flowers, and discover the world for the first time. I remember thinking how 
grand it was to be alive as I skipped merrily down the garden path. 

After awhile I saw a little house in a clearing up ahead. Smoke was 
billowing from its chimney. It seemed so very homey and charming from the 
outside. 

It made me think of poor Bonnie. 

I figured that this was where sweet little Bonnie's granny lived. I put a 
big smile on my face and opened the gate to enter the courtyard. 

I knocked on the door and a most gracious elderly woman opened the door. She 
squinted at me through her eye glasses. I knew I had to take the initiative, 
very fast. 

"Granny, don't you recognize me?" I asked. "It's me, Bonny Hartman. I have 
come so far to see you with my basket of fruit and you look at me as though 
you don't know me." 

"Mercy me," the old woman said. "I guess I'm getting senile, sweetheart." 

I knew it would be okay. 

She opened the door and ushered me in. There was a group of elderly women 
with her. They were playing cards. 

"Don't let me interrupt you, ladies," I said with a sweet smile on my face. 

"This is my grandchild, Bonnie," the old woman said to her friends. She 
picked up her hand of cards and resumed playing. I opened the basket of 
fruit and placed it on the table. I invited the old women to partake of the 
fresh fare. They all smiled and bit their wooden dentures into the peaches, 
pears, grapes and melon. They quickly forgot me and resumed their idle 
chatter. 

It was really boring to listen to the old women carry on. They discussed 
their infirmities and the latest cures for arthritis and widowed loneliness 
which they suffered with. 

"I hear that the barber in the next village is using leeches to suck the bad 
blood from arthritic joints," one old bag said. 

"Oh, dearie," another one piped in, "that's been around for ages. Even 
Prince Henry is rumored to have leech cures." 

My ears peaked. They were talking about Henry, prince of Wales. He was the 
figure head of the Court of Berwick. I knew I was close. 

"Are we near Berwick Castle?" I asked. 

"But you know we are," granny said. "I have taken you to Berwick Castle many 
times. Are you too growing senile?" 

All the old biddies laughed at this. They went on talking about their 
ailments. 

"I've found that a cup of warm mead at night helps me to sleep," an old 
wrinkled prune of a woman screeched. 

I sensed that my new granny was watching me carefully. "My what big eyes you 
have," she said. "Now granny," I said quickly, "let's not go into that. I 
guess your eyes are really beginning to fail out. I want to speak in private 
with you granny. Can we go into your room?" 

"My, my, child," she replied, "you are getting secretive. I guess you're 
just going through your awkward period." 

"That's right, granny," I said. She rose from her rocking chair and I 
followed her into her room. There were piles of yarn all over the place. She 
was forever knitting, I suppose. The room smelled of medicine and tonics. 
The shadow of old age and death hung over the house. I wanted to be out of 
there. 

"What is it my little girl?" granny inquired. 

"I need to borrow some money, granny," I implored. 

"What ever for?" she asked. 

"Mommy and daddy have been fighting," I said, "and I want to go to Berwick 
Castle to get some fine material for mother and tobacco for father. I don't 
get my allowance until next week, so I would like to borrow some from you." 

"You are a sweet child," she said. "How lucky your mother and father are to 
have such a thoughtful, loving child. Of course, I will give you some 
money." 

The old woman pulled a small wooden chest out from under the bed. She opened 
it and withdrew several silver coins. She pressed them into my hand and 
closing the box, slid it back under the bed. 

"Well," she said, "I really must be getting back to the card game." 

"I will stay here for a bit to admire your fine yarn, granny," I said. 

"Of course, child," she smiled at me. "Take your time. You know that my home 
is yours." She left the room. 

I got up and peeked out the door to make sure that granny had joined the 
others. When it seemed safe, I pulled the wooden box out from under the bed 
and opened it. It was stuffed with bills and coins of gold and silver. I 
would be able to live in style for a long time on the old woman's life 
savings. I stuffed the bills and coins into a pocket in my dress and threw 
the cape over my dress to disguise the bulge. I wandered back into the room 
and kissed granny a farewell on the cheek. 

I told her that I must be running off to Berwick Castle to purchase the 
items for mom and dad. I bid farewell to granny's friends and exited the 
house. 

I was relieved to be out of the house with the loot. I beat a hasty retreat 
down the path. I figured that even when granny discovered that I had robbed 
her that she wouldn't send the sheriff after me. I figured a grandmother's 
love would be stronger than that. She would worry for me and even pray a bit 
before she finally discovered that I wasn't really her grand daughter, 
should that really happen. 

I walked for quite some time on the path until I came up to a small ridge. 
As I came over the top of the ridge, I looked down upon Berwick Castle. 

What a sight to behold. It was absolutely splendid. The castle was 
surrounded by a moat and there was a draw bridge and everything. Colorful 
flags flew from the turrets and I could see many soldiers and finely dressed 
men and women strolling about inside the protection of the castle walls. I 
wanted to be in there, too. 

I spied a church inside the castle and a cold shiver ran through me. I 
didn't want to think about the church and how much I had suffered from it. 

Around the castle walls, were fields full of corn, squash, beans and dairy 
and meat livestock. I would certainly be well taken care of here. I planned 
to find my way to the prince right away. I wanted the affections of only the 
most powerful and rich man in 

Berwick Castle, and surely that was Prince Henry. 

As I approached the draw bridge, I felt that I was truly entering a 
paradise. It was as if the curse had been lifted from my shoulders and 
placed on the girl who was probably being burned alive at that very moment. 

As I entered the castle, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and riches that 
adorned everything. The men and women were truly dressed like wealthy 
people. There was gaiety everywhere. Mirthful clowns and jugglers danced 
about in the main courtyard entertaining for small coins. 

Carriages carved with ornate designs and led by lovely black horses seemed 
to be going every which way. 

There were candle makers, blacksmiths and coopers' shops everywhere. It was 
a hustling and bustling little community. No one seemed to notice me, taking 
me for just a harmless child, I suppose. 

Groups of dashing cavaliers wandered past singing songs of their lady loves. 
Soldiers marched and horns sounded. And then I saw him. The prince was 
seated on a lovely white horse and his regal robes of purple and red were 
truly becoming. 

He was very handsome, with a thin little moustache and a twinkle in his eye. 
On a horse next to him rode his wife. She seemed old and ugly. I knew that 
it wouldn't be hard to put myself in the prince's graces. He surely would be 
bored with this old woman. 

In a small dark carriage beside them rode a bishop. He looked mean and 
churchly. It was an ugly sight for me. I hated to be reminded of the 
church's nuns and priests. I looked away from the bishop and spat on the 
ground. 

I heard some women chattering about there being a masked ball that night at 
the Prince's home. I knew I had to go. 

I rushed about the castle looking for a dress maker. At last I found a 
little shop that sold ready made, gowns. I selected a lovely black silk 
gown, cut low to expose what little cleavage I had. But that wouldn't be a 
problem. I would stuff the dress and tie a string across my breasts to 
create the illusion of a cleavage. 

I left my red outfit with the dress maker and wandered off in my lovely new 
dress, which was filled out with additional petticoats. I really was feeling 
quite the lady fair. 

Next, I stopped at the hat makers and bought a lovely white and black silk 
hat to go with my new dress. Next door was a wig maker. I bought a long 
curly blonde wig. My, I was becoming gorgeous. 

And there was still plenty of money left in the small purse that I had 
purchased at the dressmaker's shop. 

After purchasing a pair of silk slippers and stopping to have my face made 
up by a local beautician, I was ready for the ball. At least I was almost 
ready. I still had to find a mask. But that wouldn't be difficult. I found a 
novelty shop and purchased a black satin mask, really a very beautiful item, 
that was just studded with colorful rhinestones. It was great how the castle 
offered every kind of thing a person could ever need. 

I stopped in an inn and had some beer and roast lamb. I suppose I looked a 
bit out of place in my fine clothes. The inn was mostly filled with 
cavaliers and a smattering of poets. Everyone was quite drunk. And while the 
dashing cavaliers boasted of their triumphs with women, the poets would spin 
lovely verse. They would sing couplets and rhyme to fair ladies in distant 
lands and spin verse that told of courageous knights riding forth in pursuit 
of unicorns, dragons and fair ladies, of course. 

Oh, it was so very light and gay. I found myself getting rather drunk. I 
caught the eye of a dashing cavalier and he strolled up to me at my table. 

He really was quite handsome, with a thin little moustache that curled up at 
the ends and a goatee. His long hair hung down in curls and from his 
three-pointed hat he wore the plume of a peacock. I felt an immediate sexual 
attraction for him. My cunt dripped with hungry desire. 

"And how is it that we're blessed with one as lovely as you?" he said as he 
sat down at the table with me. 

"I'm waiting for the ball to begin," I announced. 

"But only the prince's personal friends and family are invited to the annual 
masked ball. And I don't know you." 

I told him that I was sent as representative of my dear friend Sir Gallant. 
He was most impressed. 

"Surely the prince will be most impressed," the cavalier laughed. "He is 
quite an admirer of Sir Gallant. And where is the courageous knight these 
days?" 

"I believe that he has gone mad and is being pursued by soldiers," I said. 
"He is running amok maiming and killing." 

"That's a pity," the cavalier said with cunning eyes. 

"Well you know how it is," I went on. "After chasing dragons and so forth 
for too long a time, one does get to feel a little strain." 

"Oh, I do understand," the cavalier said. "But since you are deprived of the 
knight's affections, I suppose you will be needing some manly comforting." 

He certainly was a confident brute, I surmised. I thought I'd have a little 
fun with him. I'm sure he had caused quite a few women a lot of heartache, 
and so I figured I'd give him a little piece of my cursed ass. 

"Yes, why don't we retire to one of the upstairs rooms and relax a bit 
together," I said. I planned to have a little fun with this over-confident 
young man. 

He was quite happy to follow me upstairs to one of the free rest rooms. 
These rooms were really rather comfortable. There was a bed and wash stand 
and even a mirror. 

I sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted my dress. I told him to eat my 
cunt. He looked quite shocked by my boldness. I'm sure he had never run 
across a woman like me before. 

"Excuse me," he said, "but I'm not quite used to hearing a lady such as 
yourself talk in this language." 

I laughed and told him that if I was too forward for him, that we would 
perhaps be better off if we just forgot everything. 

That changed his attitude real quick. I pulled down my panties for him and 
he fell to sucking my cunt. He really did have a well trained mouth. 

He ran his tongue up my fuck hole and I had the most delicious sensations 
flood my senses. Oh, it was grand. He sucked and sucked and nibbled on my 
clit until I was absolutely beside myself. 

He shoved one finger up my ass and was really doing a fine job on my tight 
little ass-hole. Oh, it was glorious to be treated so well. There was so 
much affection in his mouth and fingers. How divine it was. 

It didn't take me long to come. One orgasm just sprang from another as he 
worked on my cunt. Oh, it was grand. He then pulled the peacock plume from 
his cap and began stroking my clit with it. I was totally beside myself with 
joy. My clit exploded with orgasm after orgasm. Oh, God, but it was 
glorious. 

After I had grown tired of coming, I thrust his face from my cunt and glared 
at him. He was terribly lustful. 

"Oh, lady fair," he groaned. "Please let me fuck you. I am so hot for you. 
My hard cock presses so firmly against my trousers. It lusts for you. Let it 
fill you with hot pleasure and satisfaction." 

I decided to let him have his fun. Pulling my dress up around my waist, I 
watched the handsome stranger pull his throbbing cock from his pants and aim 
it at my cunt. 

I spread my legs wide for him and in he came. His cock disappeared into my 
juicy hole and my juices gushed around him. It felt divine as he shoved his 
hard meat in and out of my cunt. 

I reached down and grabbed it from my fuck hole and shoved it up my ass. Oh, 
it was lovely in my rectum as it was thrust in and out. My clit throbbed 
with joy. His cock moved swiftly in and out of my ass. I pulled it from my 
shit hole and stuffed it back in my cunt. 

God, was it nice to be fucked like this in both holes. He continued to fuck 
me like this for several minutes and then he whimpered and shot his load of 
come into my lovely pussy. He was so very pleased. 

The poor fellow. The next day he was run through with a sabre during a duel 
over some woman's good name. 

After the still living cavalier had pulled his tired organ from my hot hole, 
I cleaned my pussy off with a bit of bed sheet and replaced my panties. 

It had grown dark outside and it would be around that time to make my 
entrance at the masked ball. How wonderful it was that I was sexually 
satisfied. That would make everything much more relaxed for me. I was really 
looking forward to meeting Prince Henry. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

As I entered into the main foyer of Prince Henry's quarters, I waited to be 
introduced by the doorman. He was a most curious little fellow. Everyone was 
wearing a mask, of course, and so it seemed rather absurd that he wanted to 
introduce all the guests. 

He leaned over to me and whispered, "and what is your name, my lovely?" 

"You may introduce me as Lady Leona, friend of Sir Gallant," I said to the 
nervous little doorman whose face twitched as he leaned close to me. 

"Oh, that is wonderful," he said. "Sir Gallant is quite a hero of both 
Prince Henry and Princess Anne. They will both be excited to meet you." 

"Who is Princess Anne?" I inquired. 

"But you must know that she is the wife of our fair and noble prince," the 
doorman grew excited and cast me a questioning glance. His eyes, through the 
holes in his mask, began scrutinizing me. I knew that I had to answer him 
with some intelligent, witty statement. I 

"Oh, but I was just teasing you," I said. "Lady Anne and myself are dear 
friends." I wondered how long it would take me to get rid of the princess so 
that I could have Henry all to myself. 

"Well, but, of course," he stammered. "Won't you enter the party Miss 
Leona?" 

"Thank you," I said as I looked for the prince. I knew that it had to be the 
prince for me. No one else would do. I wanted the best. I had suffered long 
enough and now I wanted to be supported like royalty. 

"Don't forget to feed your head," the doorman shouted after me as I entered 
into the main salon. I wondered what he meant, but a waiter passed by with a 
platter fully laden with glasses of champagne. I grabbed a glass and sipped. 
I was feeding my head for sure. 

Everyone seemed so gay and light hearted at the ball. The costumes were 
truly amazing. I had never seen so many beautiful men and women before in my 
life. It felt like I was in heaven. Or was it hell? 

The music was lovely. A soft blend of soothing music wafted across the dance 
floor. In the corner a harpsichord and several violins were being played 
with talent and precision. It was a dance number and all of the women lined 
up on one side of the room and the men on the other. 

It was a minuet, the latest craze from France. I joined the line and tried 
my best to follow the moves of the ladies to my right and left. Men in 
imagine wigs and satin costumes came at me and whirled me around. We changed 
partners and continued to dance. Eventually, I passed to the far end of the 
line. And then the horns were trumpeted to announce the arrival of the royal 
couple. 

The music stopped as did the dancers. All eyes were turned towards the long 
purple curtains that hung across the stone archways that led to the royal 
residence. 

All heads were lowered in an informal bow as Prince Henry and Princess Anne 
entered the chamber. With them was a man wearing the costume of the Pope. 
Prince Henry and Princess Anne were dressed to the hilt in regal splendor. 
It looked as if God and Mother Nature had entered the room. With them came 
the Pope, of course. 

"Look at Bishop Beckwith," someone whispered. "Why, he looks just like the 
Pope. What a great costume." 

"Oh, look at the prince," someone else whispered. "He looks so cute with his 
little moustache. And he is so tan. I guess his retreat to the sea shore did 
him some good. Princess Anne doesn't look too good, however. It's obvious 
that the royal marriage is coming apart at the seams." 

That was all I needed to know. It wouldn't be so hard after all to get close 
to the prince. But I worried somewhat about the bishop. I didn't like 
dealing with people from the church. I guess it was just my bad memories 
from being locked up in the dungeon for so many years. And there was surely 
something about this Bishop Beckwith. He seemed too wise and crafty. I would 
have to be careful with him. But maybe it was just my imagination. I would 
find out more about him later. 

I was feeling pretty self-confident that night at the masked ball. I had 
enjoyed a good fuck with the cavalier at the inn and I was dressed to kill. 
How unfortunate that I really was. I knew that the curse was still with me. 
And it was the curse that kept me going. I was learning to like the curse. 
After all, it didn't cause me any harm. Indeed, nothing harmful ever seemed 
to come from it; to me at least. For sure, everyone else who came into 
contact with me seemed to suffer dreadfully, but as long as it wasn't me, it 
would be okay. 

The prince and princess were dancing now and I got a close look at the 
princess. She was a pretty miserable looking wench. It was obvious that she 
had lost favor with Henry. It would be quite easy to come between them. I 
would strike that night. I felt it in my bones. Why wait? I asked myself. 
Tonight was as good a night as ever to put my hands on the prince. 

I continued to drink champagne and dance until everyone, including myself, 
was quite drunk and gay. The princess was sitting in a chair being gushed 
over by all the fat court wives and spinsters. 

The prince was standing off by himself watching everyone party. He looked 
somehow aloof, in a lonely way. He would be easy game. I strolled up to him 
and curtseyed. 

"Good evening, your highness," I said with a seductive plea to my voice. 

"Yes, and are you having a nice evening, young lady?" he asked. 

"Indeed I am. It is especially nice to meet you," I gushed with false 
respect. "I am a friend of Sir Gallant, whom I understand is quite a great 
man in your esteem." 

"But he is," the prince now grew interested. "And he is such a rascal that 
Sir Gallant. Many an evening we sat up quite late, the knight and I, talking 
about his heroic exploits. Great fun we had. But, any friend of Sir 
Gallant's is a friend of mine. When did you arrive at Berwick Castle?' 

"Just today, your highness," I said. "How fortunate for me that I arrived 
just in time for the lovely party." 

"Where are you staying?" he asked with growing interest. His eyes were glued 
to my customized cleavage. 

"I thought I would take a room at the inn," I replied. 

"But that's no place for a fine lady like yourself," he said. "Why, I hear 
that those who hang out at the Blue Boar Inn are nothing but scoundrels and 
rogues. No, it's not a good place for you. You must stay here at the royal 
chambers with me. I won't take no for an answer. I will have a servant 
prepare a room for you immediately." 

His blue eyes gleamed at me from beneath his jewel encrusted mask. He was 
such a dashing, elegant prince. His robes were of the finest satin and silks 
and his bearing was most noble. 

"Thank you, kind prince," I said. "It is most kind of you to allow me to 
stay with you and your wife." 

He looked up into the air for a second. 

"Oh yes, my wife," he said. "She is such a bore. We won't pay any attention 
to her unless we have to. Get my meaning?" 

I nodded. Indeed, I had. 

"Why don't we take a little walk?" I suggested. "It's getting a bit stuffy 
in her." I patted him on the cock. He smiled and led the way. 

We walked outside into a court yard. The moon was shining and it was a warm 
and very romantic night. The prince put his arm around me. We stopped and he 
pushed his lips to mine. 

I liked a man who took control of the situation. 

I shoved my tongue into his mouth and he moaned with approval. I'll bet 
Princess Anne had never done that to him. Actually, I learned later that she 
wasn't all that bad in bed. 

"My, but you are a little tart," he said. "I think I could have some fun 
with you." 

"Please yourself," I said. 

"I've been doing that for too long," he said. "I think I'll just let you 
please me." 

This prince guy was sure a push over, I thought. I pushed my body against 
his and felt his huge erection pressing against my sopping wet cunt. I 
wished we could be rid of all the clothes that kept our hot bodies from 
touching. 

"Prince, is there anywhere we can go to get out of these silly clothes," I 
said. 

"First let me see your face," he said. He was really quite curious. He 
lifted my mask and sighed with relief. 

"You really are beautiful," he said. "I'm relieved. You know, I met the 
princess at a masked ball many years ago. I forgot to look under her mask 
before I asked her to marry me. After I saw what she looked like, it was 
already too late to back out of the royal agreement." 

"But she is really quite attractive," I said in all honesty. 

He laughed. "I was only joking. Now, let me see. Where could we go where we 
won't be disturbed?" 

I looked around myself and spotted a lovely fountain way off across the 
courtyard. "Why don't we go over to the fountain? It's a warm night and it 
might be nice to play around in the water while we make love." 

The prince blushed. It was late at night, and quite dark, but I was certain 
that he blushed. How cute, I thought. 

I took him by the hand and led him to the fountain. We kissed and caressed 
and he was really quite emotional. He was such an adorable prince. And I 
could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was going to make adorable love 
to me. 

But I wanted to take the initiative. I wanted him to think that I was the 
greatest sex partner ever made. I wanted him to want me so much that he 
would never let me go. I was sick of running. I wanted to stop, to rest. The 
prince could offer me the best of everything. And that's what I wanted. 

I pulled on the prince's trousers and they fell down past his knees. I 
pulled them off over his slippers. He kicked those off and I stared down at 
his hard pecker. 

His cock was more than adequate for my needs. It seemed plenty long and 
broad. I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. I pulled his shirt and capes 
off him and he lowered his multi-colored robes to the ground. And there he 
stood before me in his naked, royal personage. 

It was glorious to have the prince standing naked before me. I rushed to get 
out of my dress, various petticoats and slips. He helped me, and then I was 
left in just my panties and my wig and hat. I went to remove my hat, but he 
told me to leave it on. I guess he thought that was kinky. 

I pressed my body against the prince's and his cock slid up between my 
thighs. It felt so hard and hot. It absolutely drove me crazy. My young cunt 
was dripping love juice like a sieve. The prince didn't at all seem to mind 
that my tits were not as big as they appeared to be. He was sucking on my 
pink young nipples like they were royal jelly. 

It was obvious that the prince was fond of young girls. I could tell by the 
way he ran his hands so lovingly over my skin. He was quite enamored with 
me. I felt the curse of Sister Serena falling upon him. It was glorious the 
way his body engulfed me in his hot passion. 

His lips darted between mouth and nipples and his hand toyed with my 
sex-crazed anus while his cock rubbed up against my hot, wet pussy. Oh, it 
was something very special. I stepped up on my tip toes to allow his cock 
entry. He slid in my wet slit and it felt so very nice and tight. He really 
stuffed me. I rode up and down on his pole and sweet lush feeling enveloped 
me. 

My cunt was quivering with hot delight and his finger was sliding in and out 
of my ass-hole. It was a nice turn-on for sure. 

I pulled my cunt off his pole and knelt before him to take his cock in my 
mouth. His meat was slippery and goo-covered from my own sweet love juices. 
I slid my mouth over his cock and sucked up all the lovely juices. I began 
sucking him off and he was groaning like a bitch in heat. His ass was 
gyrating in a tense little dance as I sucked him. I took his balls in my 
hand and gave them a lovely little squeeze. My fingers sought out his ass. I 
shoved two" lingers up his ass and he moaned with approval. 

I could feel the come boiling in his nuts and shaft. I pulled my mouth off 
his cock to let him recover somewhat from his hot passion. I wanted our 
little sexual adventure to last a long time. 

He seemed disappointed as I unmouthed his cock. But as I turned around and 
bent over the side of the fountain, he was happy once more. 

I told him to fuck me in the ass. I reached around and spread my cheeks to 
make things easier for him. He shoved a finger up my ass to stretch me a 
little bit, and then I felt the force of his cock pushing against my anus. 
He was big, but I'd had bigger. In it slowly went and I had a delightful 
sensation of fullness. I began frigging my clit while he ass fucked me. What 
a rush it was. 

The prince reached around my chest and began squeezing my nipples and 
caressing my breast flesh while he humped me in the ass. In and out his hot 
cock pushed in my ass. 

My clit was hard and hot in my fingers. I pulled it and stroked it and I 
could feel a beautiful orgasm begin to flower deep inside me. He was really 
groaning now. I could feel his cock pulsating inside my tender ass as he 
fucked me hard. 

I knew he would be coming soon. It would feel so good to have his hot come 
shoot into my rectum while I frigged my clit until I orgasmed. My orgasm was 
drawing close. I only hoped that his ejaculation would accompany my own 
release. 

It did. Oh, it was marvelous to feel his hot come shoot up into my ass. My 
clit exploded with delicious sensations just as his hot load exploded inside 
my ass. Oh, marvelous, and wonderful feelings engulfed me. I rocked back and 
forth, impaled on his mighty staff. My ass-hole was so filled with delight. 
It was a glorious moment for me. I pushed down on my sphincter muscles and 
milked his cock dry. His come flowed into my ass-hole and made me feel so 
warm. 

I pulled my ass off his cock and jumped into the fountain. The water was 
warm and it felt good as I pranced around in the waist-high warmth and fluid 
comfort. 

The prince jumped in behind me and while I was cleansing my pussy and 
ass-hole, he grabbed me from behind and I could feel his cock pressing 
against my sex. He was still hard. What a sportsman he was in those days. I 
didn't mind another go around. I loved sex and I didn't mind him knowing it. 
Besides, I thought that the more I fucked him, the better chance I had for 
finding a permanent position in his house as perhaps royal courtesan. Why 
not? I thought that would be a great role to play. If only the curse didn't 
strike the prince until I was ready to lose him. 

I figured that the curse knew what it was doing. I knew that I would go on 
no matter what, so that as long as the prince fitted into the grand scheme 
of things, that the relationship would last. 

His cock was slipping into my snatch from the rear and it felt so nice. I 
bent down low and let him fuck me until he was going crazy with lust. He was 
splashing around in the water like-a fish as he drove his manhood in and out 
of my pussy. 

And then he exploded with another burst of jism, this time into my cunt. I 
pulled myself off his rod and turned around so I was facing him. I wanted to 
have another orgasm myself. 

I reached under the water and groped for his cock. I found it and while it 
was still pumping jism, I pushed it against my clit. It felt glorious to 
have his cock pressed against my clit. I frigged myself with him for quite 
some time. My clit was getting hotter and hotter and soon I would have an 
orgasm. I could tell by the way he was groaning that I was causing him some 
pain. I guess his cock was over-sensitive from all the fucking. Pushing it 
back and forth across my clit must have rubbed him a bit raw, but it sure 
felt good to me. I could feel my clit getting ready to explode with another 
round of lovely orgasm. 

And then it came. My clit thundered with passion and sweet, lovely 
sensations ran through my body. It was so very wonderful. My cunt dripped 
with juicy passion. 

He was relieved when I pulled his cock away from my tired clit. I was 
relieved as well. 

After that, we played around in the fountain. I splashed the prince and he 
splashed me. We were laughing and having a great time. 

But then I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat. It was the bishop. 
I looked up at him and he had a most sinister expression on his face. But he 
looked at my titties with more than obvious interest. He would be difficult, 
I could tell. I loathed the thought of getting involved with a priest again. 
I knew that the bishop could only mean serious trouble for me. 

"And do you think this is conduct becoming a prince of the realm?" the 
bishop asked. 

The prince was somewhat embarrassed. "I think there's nothing wrong with 
having a little fun with one so loving and friendly as my new friend, 
Leona." 

I didn't say anything. 

"And what of Princess Anne?" the bishop asked. "Do you plan to make a total 
fool of your wife? What would the inhabitants of Berwick Castle say about 
this? You know how gossip travels in a small community. I beseech thee, 
Prince Henry to drop this trollop and think of your position. The religious 
balance of the entire south of England rests upon your happy marriage with 
the princess. 

"If word leaked out that there were problems in your marriage," the bishop 
continued, "then a precedent would be set for misbehavior among our people. 
We can't afford to let that happen. Your marriage with Princess Anne has 
been sanctioned by the church. You rule in the name of Jesus Christ, 
himself. Please don't cast away this holy shield over the empire by carrying 
on with this young girl." 

"I'll ask you to mind your own business," the prince snapped. "What I do in 
my private life is no concern of yours, Beckwith. And don't forget it. Now 
get back to the party and forget what you have seen out here." 

The bishop bowed, cast me an evil look and turning, he returned to the 
masked ball. 

"Don't mind him," the prince said. "He is a moralistic old fool. And I don't 
think he is even moralistic. I have heard stories of him carrying on with 
young convent girls. He is totally full of lies and illusions. But I suppose 
I must put up with him to keep the favors of the church upon my kingdom. The 
church has much too much power these days. If ever I hope to be king of all 
of England, I must play this game with Bishop Beckwith. It is the Pope who 
places the crown on the king. The church has much too much power to suit me. 
After I am king, I will take care of these matters." 

I liked the way the prince talked. I felt safe with him. He obviously was 
the one who had the power. 

"But what about your wife?" I inquired. 

"Leave her to me," the prince replied. "The only way to make her safe is to 
include her in our little affair. I wonder how she will take to the thought 
of making love with another woman. It will be interesting to see." 

That night the princess found out about me. She was less unhappy than I 
expected her to be. But it did take some doing to get her involved in our 
little sex scene. 

The prince and I were already in the royal bed when the princess arrived 
back to the sleeping chambers. She had danced and sang and had a wonderful 
time at the party. She was more than a little drunk. 

"And who is this in our bed?" she asked as she began removing her costume. 

"Just a nice young girl for us to enjoy, my dear," Henry said. He touched my 
pussy tenderly. It felt nice. 

"That could be interesting," she said. "She is quite a lovely young thing, 
and it's quite the thing these days to carry on with young girls." 

"You're right, my dear," he said. "Let us enjoy this little gift from 
heaven." 

'Tve never made love with a woman before," the princess said. "But I guess 
it won't be hard to learn." 

I told her that I would show her everything she needed to know. It seemed 
like we were going to have a great time. I watched her remove her clothing. 
And there she stood in her lovely silken panties. She really was quite 
attractive and sexy, I thought. 

Her hair was dark like the prince's and she had his blue eyes. Her breasts 
were full and her nipples brown and succulent. The patch of dark pubes 
between her lush thighs turned me on. I realized that I was very attracted 
to her. It would be great making love to a real prince and princess 
simultaneously. 

The princess pulled the covers back and climbed into bed between the prince 
and I. Her skin was quite warm and we both snuggled up against her. She 
turned her ass to the prince and I began fondling her breasts and kissing 
her on the mouth while the prince fiddled with her anus. 

I pushed my own hot groin against hers and it felt terribly hot and 
exciting. My tongue went into her mouth and she sucked it as though it were 
a small cock. Fire was jumping between our cunts as I massaged her breasts 
and sucked her mouth. 

I reached down and stroked her cunt. She was hot and wet. It was so exciting 
to be seducing a real princess. I touched her clit and she jumped. I took it 
between two fingers and began frigging her. She reached down and did the 
same to me. It was so delightful. 

The prince was just now pushing his hard cock up his wife's ass. She groaned 
with pain and it was apparent that she wasn't accustomed to taking cock in 
the ass. I frigged her hard and the delight in her clit soon overcame the 
pain in her ass. 

She was humping hard against the prince's cock in her ass while I fiddled 
with her clit. We were all really groaning hard. 

I turned about on the bed so that my mouth was next to Princess Anne's cunt. 
I began sucking on her clit and she pressed her mouth to my pussy and 
tongued me. She was learning real fast. 

I could feel the orgasm starting to build in my cunt. It was the same for 
the princess. I could tell by the way she sobbed with joy and rubbed her 
cunt around in my face, that she was having a great time. 

The prince was as well. He was getting ready to load his wife's ass-hole up 
with thick cream. He bellowed and then began thrusting his cock in and out 
of her ass with quick movements. 

This only forced her closer to me and her mouth pressed with increased 
passion against my cunt. My clit pulsated madly as it grew close to that 
moment of lift-off. Oh, such sweet passionate memories. 

Both Anne and myself were sucking madly on each other's cunts. We were 
really getting quite high. And then we both braced ourselves and screamed 
with intense passion as our orgasms flooded our senses. It was so utterly 
glorious. One orgasm grew from another and we shook with intense joy while 
the prince continued to milk his cock in his wife's ass. 

After some rest, it was my turn to get fucked. I really was thankful, 
because there's nothing quite so nice as to be properly cunt-fucked and 
sodomized after a sweet orgasm. 

I rolled over on my belly and placed a pillow beneath me so that my shit 
hole was pointed up in the air. The princess sat before me with her legs 
spread wide so that my mouth was in easy reach of her hot cunt. I licked her 
several times and she jumped around a bit in total ecstasy. I felt the 
prince's tongue enter my anus. 

Gee, it was nice. He curled his tongue and reamed me out properly. It was so 
very nice to feel his wet, pink tongue sliding in and out of my tight hole. 

And then his cock pushed against my ass. Oh, yes, that was nice. He slid his 
resurrected cock slowly into my ass and filled me up with sweet, lovely 
passion. I continued to cunt suck the princess while the prince fucked me 
senseless in the ass. 

I was really quite delirious with passion as this sexual free-for-all 
continued to mount in tension and lovely sensation. I reached around behind 
me and pulled his cock from my ass and plunged it deep into my cunt hole. 

Oh, what a pleasure this was. 

His cock was so hot and gooey from having been in my ass. It felt delicious 
in my cunt. He pushed it back and forth and I got hotter and hotter. I could 
barely contain myself. 

And then the prince shot his load into my cunt. Oh, God, it was damn nice. 
His hot come just bathed me in warm, sensual comfort. My tongue continued to 
frig the princess while I clamped down on Henry's cock with my cunt muscles. 

He continued to pump in and out of my cunt, dribbling the last vestiges of 
his royal sperm, while I brought the princess to the door step of orgasm. 
Lifting her up on my tongue, I carried her across the threshold and she 
bellowed with lovely sweet sensations rushing through her body. 

I was the only one left who hadn't orgasmed. I pulled the prince's cock out 
of my cunt and rolled over. I spread my legs and reached up to pull Henry's 
face down to my pussy. His tongue went to work on me right away. He sure was 
a good cunt sucker. 

My clit was pounding in his mouth, crying out for release. The princess, who 
just couldn't get enough of my mouth, slid down on the bed and pushed her 
clit down on my mouth once more. My tongue was quite tired by this time, but 
somehow I managed to continue licking her and sucking on her clit. She was 
going crazy. She flailed her arms around and bellowed like a wild animal. I 
wasn't exactly being as quiet as a church mouse, pardon the expression. 

The prince was making me squirm around with his mouth. His tongue was 
flicking against my clit and then rushing headlong into my come-filled love 
tunnel. He would come out of my cunt with a hefty load of come on his tongue 
and then use it for further lubrication on my clit. Damn, if it wasn't the 
nicest clit suck I had ever experienced. 

I felt the orgasm begin to build inside of me. I put my hands on the 
prince's head and drove his mouth down firmly on my clit. I pushed my thighs 
tightly against his head and my cunt exploded with passion. 

Wave after wave of glorious clit sucking orgasm swept through me. I dug my 
finger nails into his scalp, a little too passionately, I'm afraid, because 
he screamed somewhat in pain. But I really couldn't help myself. It was all 
just too intense. 

Slowly the intensity of the experience vanished and we all relaxed somewhat 
and held each other tightly. It felt as though a true bond of friendship and 
sexual lust was being born between us. 

It would continue for quite some time. And I was thankful for that. I needed 
some security and peace of mind. The bishop would do his utmost to destroy 
it all. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The time went swiftly with the prince and princess. My life flourished and I 
was more than welcomed by the upper classes and court members of Berwick 
Castle. 

For many years there were no problems. The prince, princess and myself were 
all quite in love with each other. Every day was like a holiday. We ate 
well, loved well and life in general was a wonderful treat. 

Twelve years passed before I realized it. Now I am twenty-five-years-old. It 
is so hard to believe that I have remained in Berwick Castle all this time. 
And what is stranger, is that the curse had yet to strike either the prince 
or the princess. I guess that they were still indispensable to my safety. 
But lately I've felt the presence of the curse as strong as ever. 

It was my own fault for trusting the bishop. Bishop Beckwith had been so 
kind to me all these years. I know now that it was all a role so that he 
could find out enough about my past to destroy my relationship with Berwick 
Court. 

I was a fool to trust him. All those years of smiles and intense interest in 
my happiness and well being had fooled me. He didn't really care at all for 
my happiness. He was jealous as hell about my relationship with Henry and 
Anne. He couldn't bear the fact that someone other than himself was so close 
to them. 

Recently, during a bout of depression, surely caused by memories of my 
unhappy youth, I began to turn to the bishop for advice. What a fool I was. 

He convinced me that my problems were of a spiritual nature. I agreed to 
take daily confession with him. As I sat in the confessional, I could hear 
his deep breathing as I told him about my youth in the convent. At times, I 
could swear that I heard him masturbating while I related my tale. 

He feigned outrage as I told him how the priests and nuns at the convent had 
treated me. In retrospect, I realize that he knew more about the bizarre 
sexual practices of nuns and priests than I did. He was taking me for a 
fool. 

Actually, it was worse than a fool, because he was slowly but surely setting 
me up for something cold and calculating. 

I poured out my life to him, thinking that he could perhaps exorcize the 
curse of Sister Serena. I know now that the curse was much stronger than his 
powers of communion with God. I'm thankful for that. For if he had been 
stronger than the forces which protect me, I would surely not be alive at 
this very moment to write this memoir. 

I shouldn't have been shocked when the bishop tried to use blackmail against 
me to get into my pants. I hadn't even imagined that the result of all his 
attentions would result in this. 

He threatened to go to the prince and princess with the story of my 
childhood if I didn't cooperate. I was afraid that the royal couple would 
freak out when they heard about the curse. I had to give in to the bishop. 
It was like being back in the dungeon in the convent. I hated the daily 
sexual meetings he demanded of me. 

My only happiness was the knowledge that the curse would sooner or later 
catch up with the pig. I shudder to think about the sexual abuse he heaped 
upon me. 

The bishop would have me meet him in the church everyday after lunch. He 
would take me into his private chambers and subject me to the most 
humiliating indignities. 

As soon as I was safely inside his private chambers, he would bolt and lock 
all the doors and shut the windows. He was terrified that he would be found 
out for the sacrilegious blasphemer he was. What a hypocrite he was. 

He would have me strip out of my clothes and then tie me up to a huge wooden 
crucifix he kept in-his study. And then he would whip me with a chord of 
velvet. He didn't want to leave any marks for the prince and princess to 
discover on my lovely body. 

After he had flailed me for awhile, he would pull his erect cock out from 
beneath his priestly robes and piss all over me. Can you imagine that? What 
a lecher he was. 

After he would piss on me, he would slap my pussy. He really would hurt me. 
I had to stifle my screams. He warned me that if I screamed he would gag me 
and hurt me much worse. 

I nearly went crazy trying to figure out a way to find revenge. But for the 
longest time, it seemed like he really had me over a barrel. 

After slapping my pussy, he would suck my cunt. I like this part, even 
though he was always too rough. He would always leave my poor clitoris 
terribly sore. After biting and squeezing and pinching my poor little clit, 
it was almost useless by nightfall. The bastard was really ruining my sex 
life. 

Only after I had orgasmed until I was ready to pass out, would the bishop 
finally get around to fucking me. By this time I was totally exhausted. My 
pussy ached with pain and I surely had no lubricating juices in my cunt. My 
entire being revolted against the thought of feeling pleasure from his cock. 

We would fuck me in the cunt with his cock until he came inside of me and 
then he would leave me tied up, sometimes for hours, while he waited to get 
another erection. 

Then he would take me down off the cross and tie me over his desk so that my 
pretty little ass was exposed. He would take the Bible in his hand and beat 
me on the ass with it until I was really quite sore. 

As usual, I wasn't allowed to scream. I would just bite my lip and suffer. 
When he was through beating my ass with the holy book, he would pull out his 
erect cock and shove it up my ass. Actually, this was a bit of a relief from 
the flogging, but I didn't want the old bugger to enjoy my body. It really 
angered me as he panted and whined with pleasure while his cock worked in 
and out of my ass-hole. 

At last he would come inside of me and after he was quite spent, he would 
untie me and let me go home. He told me not to mention any of our carryings 
on with the prince or princess. He threatened me with exposure as the real 
Leona. 

My case had long since been put to rest with the burning of Bonnie Hartman. 
I was terrified that if the facts were known, that I would be burned as 
well. 

My relief ultimately came when I fell pregnant. It was an auspicious omen, I 
knew. 

Prince Henry had long since given up hope of ever bearing a child, as he 
thought he was sterile. He probably was. It was surely the bishop's seed 
that was growing in my womb. The child I am carrying now as I write these 
memoirs is surely a child of the devil himself. I know that the curse is 
working through me at this very moment. 

This pregnancy has caused so many problems, I hardly know where to begin. 
The bishop, of course, knows that it's his child that I carry. But Henry 
thinks it's his. Princess Anne is truly upset because my pregnant existence 
threatens her own title to the throne. 

You see, Henry wants to divorce the princess so he can marry me. He says 
that our child will be the future king of England. Unless we are married, he 
will go to his grave without a descendant to the throne. 

The princess is terribly upset by all this. She, of course, doesn't want to 
relinquish her position to me. I daresay, she hates me terribly for the 
trouble I have brewed at Berwick Castle. The curse is surely operating now 
at this very moment. 

Bishop Beckwith is most upset with everyone. He told me that if I dare to 
tell the prince or princess that he is the father, that he will have me 
murdered. Yet, he won't let the prince and princess divorce so that Henry 
can marry me. 

The bishop says that since the marriage was approved and presided over by 
the Pope himself, that a divorce would be nothing short of blasphemy. He 
says that this would start a terrible precedence. I don't really comprehend 
the bishop's attitudes towards blasphemy. It seems to me that he is the 
biggest sinner of all. 

To make matters even worse, I confided to the bishop, before he had really 
shown his true nature to me, that I had been keeping this journal of my 
life. He told me that he had to have this book. He says that the information 
in it could be very damaging to the reputation of the church. He has been 
trying to blackmail me into giving it to him so he could send it for safe 
storage in the secret vaults at the Vatican. 

The book is the only thing I have to keep me alive at this very moment. I 
have been keeping this journal hidden behind some loose stones in one of the 
royal chambers. The bishop has searched all over for it and knows that the 
only way he'll get it is if I give it to him. And I won't unless he promises 
me safety. 

Because of the book and my pregnancy, I am afraid I have caused quite an 
uproar at Berwick Castle. It really isn't my fault. It is the fault of the 
curse of Sister Serena. It is working this very moment to destroy all those 
members of Berwick Court who have loved me in a physical way. This is 
limited to the prince, princess and the bishop. I have been quite tame 
during these last twelve years of my life. 

My main concern at this point is to ensure my own safety. I want my child to 
be born. I know that this is the only way to remove the curse from my life. 
The curse will surely be passed to the child, who will in turn pass it on to 
its child and so on and so on. In this way, the curse can go on for an 
eternity. I shudder to think of the black mark upon the future history of 
mankind as the evil seed in my womb continues to be passed down through the 
ages. 

Somewhere, there will always be at least one person who is possessed by the 
evil curse of Sister Serena. I even shudder to think of the course of human 
history with such evil offspring populating the world. 

Henry has been fighting Bishop Beckwith tooth and nail on this matter of the 
divorce. Princess Anne has quit speaking with me and now sleeps in separate 
chambers from Henry and myself. 

The bishop tells me that if I give him this book for safe keeping by the 
Vatican, that he will arrange safe passage for me away from England. He says 
that my child and I will be allowed to live only under this circumstance. He 
says that if I should fail to give him the book, that he will have me 
killed. Thus both my child and me will be destroyed. 

Only a fool would stand on principles when faced with such harsh choices. I 
informed the bishop that I would leave as soon as he could arrange passage 
for me. I told him I'd give him the book just before I left. 

This put an end to my own worries. But the situation still remained the same 
for Henry and the bishop. They were brutally opposed to each other and the 
situation was being blown up into a subject of much discussion in castles 
all the way from Scotland to Wales. 

The issue threatened to explode into a full-scale war between church and 
state. The curse certainly was strong. 

I decided to take a short vacation to escape from the pressures of the 
situation. I explained to Henry that the turbulence of the court intrigue 
was threatening the health of our child. I said I had to get away. He agreed 
with me and arranged for me to spend several weeks at the summer residence 
by the sea. 

The bishop was pleased to learn that I was going away. He said that the 
struggle between he and Henry would be eased somewhat by my absence. He also 
assured me that when I returned things would be prepared for my escape. 

It was a pleasant journey to the sea by horse and carriage. I took with me a 
private maid and coachman. Actually, they were quite attractive and I had 
wanted to have an affair with Lawrence and Samantha for quite some time. 

The three of us would be alone at the summer estate and it would be lovely 
to carry on with them in the sea. I didn't care that I was three months 
pregnant. I believed that it would be good for my baby too. 

It was a lovely beach estate. While Lawrence and Samantha put away our 
belongings for the stay, I took off all my clothes down by the shore and 
played in the water. I felt like a happy child as the cool sea water flushed 
between my thighs and tickled the inside of my cunt. I spread my ass-hole 
apart and allowed the cooling sea water to cleanse my rectum. It was so very 
exhilarating and soothing. 

After they had put the belongings away, the young servants strolled down to 
the beach to join me. It was no secret that we had all three lusted for each 
other. It had been years that I wanted to suck the girl's cunt and feel the 
young man's cock in my cunt and ass-hole. 

I knew they felt the same way, but the rules of the castle made it next to 
impossible for us to carry on with each other. If Henry had gotten wind of a 
relationship between me and anyone else, that would have been the end of my 
lovers. They surely would have been beheaded. 

It was glorious to be free of all those crazy restrictions. As the two 
beautiful young servants stripped off their clothes, my cunt hungered for 
their bodies. 

I was beginning to understand my mother's own passion. I remembered how 
horny she seemed when she came down into the dungeon to sexually torment me. 
And now I was just like her; the same as Sister Serena. I was lusting for 
these two young people like an older woman lusts for young flesh. 

I felt strange seeing myself in this decadent role. I should have known 
better. I had been decadent all my life. It was the curse at work within me. 
But I didn't want to think about it now. I just wanted to enjoy the taste 
and sensation of their two glorious bodies. 

They entered the water and I rushed up to meet them. My tummy was not so 
swelled that I couldn't take cock. Though I knew it would be better to take 
it from the rear than the front. That way, there wouldn't be any danger of 
hurting my precious body. 

I turned my ass to Lawrence and threw my arms around Samantha. It had been a 
terribly long time that I had waited to kiss her sweet young mouth. She was 
everything I had wanted for so long. There was something about a young 
girl's body that drove me crazy with hot lust. 

My lips pressed tightly against Samantha's and my hands went to her tits. 
Her breast flesh was hot and smooth. Her pink little nipples reminded me of 
mine when I was younger. I pressed my well fucked cunt against her youthful 
sex and a hot chill ran through me. We were all standing waist deep in the 
cool sea water and it was a most interesting juxtaposition between the hot 
and cold temperatures that I felt. 

The water cooled me, while the two bodies heated my passion. By this time, 
Lawrence's hot cock was pushed between my thighs from the rear. He was 
thrusting his meat back and forth between my thighs, up against my cunt. My 
juices ran hot down over his cock. I'm sure the hot sensations on his cock 
felt strange in the cool sea. 

I spread my feet somewhat in the shifting sand and he pushed his cock up my 
twat. It felt exquisite as sea water and cock sloshed and pushed about 
inside of me. 

Samantha and I were really going at each other. I frigged her clit while she 
frigged mine and we sucked each other's nipples. The cock in my cunt felt so 
very wonderful. Lawrence continued to pump it in and out of my box and my 
sexual temperature grew so hot that I forgot it was cool water that I stood 
in. It felt like I was being bathed by the flames of hell fire. 

I reached underneath my cunt and pulled Lawrence's cock from my sex hole. I 
pushed it up against my anus. I wanted to be properly ass fucked by this 
handsome young man. 

His cock felt so very wonderful as it slid up by rectum. I thrust my cunt 
firmly against Samantha's and we ground clits together while I took a load 
of hot come up the ass. 

It was a wonderful feeling to have the young man's virile cock explode with 
passion in my rectum. 

When Lawrence was quite through fucking me, we all played around a bit in 
the water. Samantha and I decided to save our orgasms for later. When 
Lawrence began to get turned on again, we went back into the sex bit. 

This time, it was Samantha's turn to get fucked. Lawrence was keen to bugger 
the young maid, but she wasn't very interested. She pleaded that she had 
never taken a cock up the ass before and didn't want to start now. 

Lawrence and I exchanged a knowing look and we began to pursue her. Samantha 
ran fast through the water and it wasn't until she was up on the beach that 
we caught up with her. 

Lawrence tackled her and she went falling to the sand. She really did look 
quite lovely in her nakedness. Her hair was a deep red in hue and her pubes 
were several shades lighter. I helped Lawrence turn the young wench over on 
her stomach. 

She sure was screaming. It was obvious she wasn't keen on sodomy. But we 
weren't going to let that stop us. There was something so very sexually 
stimulating about watching a girl being buggered for the first time. 

They never seem to like it. I guess it was the same for me when I first had 
to take cock up my ass. It is for sure a small entrance for such a large 
instrument. 

I knelt before the girl and held her down by the shoulders with her mouth 
pressed tightly against my snatch. I imagined that it would be quite a turn 
on to have her tongue licking my clit and fuck hole while she panted and 
writhed in pain while the cock tore into her rectum. 

It was heavenly. 

While Samantha sucked my cunt ever-so-tenderly, Lawrence pushed his pole 
deep into the girl's behind. She sure did scream, which felt wonderful 
against my hot little cunt. 

Lawrence gave the girl a proper deflowering. When he was through with her, 
she was crying with hysterical pain and blood trickled from her rectum. I 
kissed her tenderly on the ass-hole and helped Lawrence to turn her over. He 
wanted to fuck her in the cunt as well. 

She liked that much better and didn't protest nearly as much. In fact, as 
Lawrence's cock slid into her cunt, she soon forgot about the pain in her 
ass. 

He was fucking her quite well, and since I didn't have to hold her down any 
longer, I crawled around to behind Lawrence and gave him a truly memorable 
ass suck while he fucked the wench. 

It was a wonderful little beach party. It was the first time I had ever seen 
the sea, and I won't forget it. I am sure that neither Samantha nor Lawrence 
will forget all the great times we had at the sea either. 

We carried on like this for several weeks. It was delightful. Everyday, we 
just ate, fucked, swam and played. At night we would all sleep in the same 
bed and by morning we were swimming in a sea of come and blood from 
Samantha's still tender anus. 

It was truly sad when we had to leave. But I knew that the time was growing 
close for me to escape with my unborn child from the island of England. I 
had no way of knowing where the bishop would send me or what kind of life I 
would live, but I put my faith in the curse to carry me on. After all, the 
curse had seen me through plenty of tight situations before. It wouldn't let 
me down during my time of greatest need. 

It was with some sadness that the three of us returned to Berwick Castle. 
That night, Henry said that he had to speak with me in private. He had made 
a plan, so he said, that would enable me to live with him as his very own 
wife. 

When we were alone that night, Henry told me that he had arranged for the 
bishop to be murdered in church in three days time. He said that Bishop 
Beckwith had forced him into this situation by threatening him with 
excommunication from the church if he went ahead with his plan to divorce 
Princess Anne and marry me. 

He said that he had selected three soldiers to take care of the bishop. He 
would be murdered with swords in the church and evidence would be left 
behind to make it seem as though robbers had done the evil deed. 

Henry had the look of a lunatic in his eyes as he told me these things. I 
knew that the curse was about to strike. I could foresee exactly what was 
going to happen. After the bishop was dead and I was gone, Henry would 
search in vain for me. Of course, only the bishop would know where I had 
been sent, but he will have been murdered. Henry would be beside himself. He 
would surely accuse Anne of having done away with me in order to spare 
herself the divorce. She would then be killed and Henry would be left alone 
with only the memory of me and a bitter loneliness. The blood on his hands 
will close the circle and he will slowly wither away under the curse of 
Sister Serena. 

It was frightening for me to realize that I could foresee exactly how the 
curse would work. I was really much too into my thoughts to make love with 
Henry that night, but I didn't want to make him suspicious that something 
was going on, so I played along with his demands. 

The poor fellow really was in love with me. I could tell. His sexual 
appetite for me was amazing. He could go on fucking me all through the 
night. And that's what he did. 

He started out by eating my snatch until I came repeatedly. His mouth and 
moustache were sloppy wet from my own cunt juices and his saliva after I; 
had completed my fourth or fifth orgasm. 

Then he kissed me. My own juices, mingled with his saliva tasted warm and 
salty. I sucked all the juices from his mouth and waited to feel his cock 
enter my pussy. 

Actually, I was getting rather turned on and it was with some delight that I 
spread my lovely thighs wide for him. He pushed his enormous erection down 
into my open cunt hole and I squealed with delight. 

He rammed his cock in and out of my cunt while he massaged my titties until 
the nipples were hard like rocks. It felt quite nice. I knew it would 
probably be the last time I fucked Henry, so I wanted to give him some 
pleasure; sort of something to remember me by. 

I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled his cock down deeply into my 
snatch. He bellowed with approval and dropped his load of hot semen inside 
of me. It felt wonderful as the thick, white juice sloshed around inside of 
me and lubricated my love channel for him to continue rubbing his hard cock 
in. 

Slowly he withdrew and his cock began to go limp. I really wanted him to 
fuck me in the ass still, and so I began frigging his cock with debauched 
intent until it once more sprung to life. He really liked the way I was able 
to keep him continually turned on so he could perform for hours. 

I turned over on my belly and got up so that I rested on my elbows and 
knees. He spread my ass cheeks apart and locating his target, pushed his sex 
arrow to the bull's eye. It felt so wonderful to take Prince Henry's cock up 
my ass for the last time. 

It was quite a nice ass fuck he gave me. His cock pumped in and out of my 
ass until his balls boiled with come and he shot. Oh, it was a grand load of 
royal semen that filled my rectum. I shall never forget how delightful this 
last sexual bout with the prince was. Over the years, we had enjoyed each 
other very much. 

I really felt bad that I had to plot against Henry behind his back. He had 
given me some delightful fucks, but I had to look out for myself now. Things 
were becoming just a little bit too dramatic. I had survived all these years 
only because I knew how to look out for myself. I wasn't going to blow it 
now in a fit of sentimentality. 

I slept quite well that night. I felt assured of my safety. In the morning, 
Henry told me that he had slept badly. He said he sensed that something was 
wrong with the things in the castle. I had a bit of a fright at that point, 
but pretended that I couldn't imagine what he was going on about. 

Slowly, I convinced him that all was well and that he must have merely eaten 
something that had disagreed with his stomach. He went along with my 
imaginary tale and dressed for the day's activities. 

I told him that I was going to see the bishop to pray. He told me not to say 
anything to the bishop about the plot against his life. I, of course, 
promised that I wouldn't say anything. After all, it wouldn't serve my own 
interests if the bishop knew that he was going to be murdered in two days 
time. 

When I had entered the bishop's private quarters, he demanded that this book 
be. turned over to him. I told him that I would give it to him just before I 
left England. I told him that I had to leave the next day or not at all. He 
asked me what the rush was, but I, of course, refused to tell him. I only 
told him that if he wanted these memoirs, he would have to accompany me to 
my place of escape and only then would I hand the manuscript over to him. 

He was angry about my demands, but knew that he couldn't get away with any 
more threats. He wanted this book more than anything. He was terrified that 
future generations might learn about the wickedness that I had endured at 
the hands of numerous nuns and priests in my life. He thought it best that 
the curse be forgotten in some locked vault in the Vatican. But I knew that 
the curse was much more than just a legend. Locking up this memoir in the 
vaults of Rome won't stop the curse from growing down through the 
generations. I only hope that someday my memoirs find a route of escape from 
the Vatican. I hope the whole world learns the awful truth about the early 
church and how I suffered at its wicked hands. 

The bishop told me that he had arranged for me to escape from England on a 
French ship that was waiting in a small harbor not far from Berwick Castle 
to take me to France. 

The bishop told me that Jean-Jacques Borgel, the owner of the French 
merchant ship, was a most handsome and very rich man and that I would like 
my new life in France. He said that many Irish and English women had been 
taken hostage by the French during earlier wars, and that there would be 
plenty of friends for me to chat with. 

It all sounded good to me. I only hoped that this Jean-Jacques fellow was 
sexy. I asked him many questions about the French, but he was more 
interested in getting into my pussy one last time before I left. 

I told him that is was much too dangerous because of the infant in my belly, 
and I was surprised that he went along with it. I felt sorry for him because 
I knew that when he returned from the shore with my book, it wouldn't be 
long before he was murdered. 

I made him promise to send my manuscript by courier to Rome as soon as he 
returned from the French ship. He wanted to know why I was so concerned. I 
told him I was just superstitious. He agreed to do me that one last favor. I 
was afraid that the book would fall into the wrong hands and possibly be 
destroyed. I wanted the manuscript to pass down through history. I only hope 
that someone reads these words someday. I want the world to know the awful 
truth about the church and the curse of Sister Serena. 

I am now sitting at the harbor in a carriage with the bishop beside me. The 
French ship is sitting in the cove before us. I am making these last 
notations in the manuscript before I must hand it over to the bishop. 

I look into his eyes and see the death that hovers in them. He will surely 
be dead before long. The curse will strike him down. 

Jean-Jacques approaches from the ship. My God, he is handsome. I will have 
countless fucks from this debonair man. I can't wait to be on board with 
him, to feel his cock in my mouth, cunt and ass. How wonderful to be leaving 
England, the land of my misery. I will be setting sail-for France, to become 
a real courtesan. How exciting. 

I scribble a farewell into my journal. This is it, the end of the road for 
me in fair England. But I shall not miss it. I am off. Farewell England. 
Farewell, Prince Henry. I hope that God forgives me for the sins I have had 
to commit because of the curse that stalks me. Farewell, I'm off to France. 


THE END
