Black Knights, Dark Dungeon

By Powerone

Sizzler Editions

ISBN 9781615086382
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Copyright 2015 Powerone
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An eye-opening novel of the Dark Ages and the men who dominated them!

The Norman invaded the Irish towns and seized them. Some fought back, Lord Harkin was one. He attacked the English villages, but the Norman’s; under the rule of Lord William retaliated, taking Lord Harkin’s beloved wife, Caitlin as prisoner. The Norman’s weren’t gentlemen and the men and women they conquered learned that the hard way.
Outnumbered, Lord Harkin was unable to mount a direct attack, but he used his cunning, taking the Lord William’s wife as his prisoner retaliation. Could Lord Harkin take his revenge against her for what Lord William had done to his own wife? Would they trade captive wives or would they betray each other? Could Caitlin and her handmaidens survive their conquerors?
Powerone brings to life 13th century knights, castles, dungeons, and sexual practices in a way only he could describe in such vivid detail. Rating: Intense bondage.




CONTENTS



Chapter 1 Goodbye

Chapter 2 Attack and Retreat

Chapter 3 Norman Invasion and Revenge

Chapter 4 Bridget, so Vulnerable

Chapter 5 More Men, More Acts

Chapter 6 Unrest and Danger for All

Chapter 7 Bridget Brings Such Pleasure to the Men

Chapter 8 The Rest of Ireland Invaded

Chapter 9 Ship’s Dungeon

Chapter 10 More

Chapter 11 Repairs and Revenge

Chapter 12 His Prey’s Wife Brings Such Pleasure

Chapter 13 Home with a Virgin Treasure

Chapter 14 A Plan Gone Wrong

Epilogue





Chapter 1


Goodbye



Caitlin snuggled next to her husband, Harkin as they lay on the blanket spread out on Slea Head, the promontory that rose from the sea. The soft moss lay beneath them, spread out in a carpet of green that sailed to the edge of the deadly, black rock cliffs that surround Dingle Bay. The promontory was high up, so it broke through the fog that lay below, partially obscuring the blue waters and white caps on the sheltered harbor. Most days, it was misty, foggy, and rainy, but today, the sun tried to break through as if it was celebrating her husband’s departure.

Harkin lay content with his wife at his side, even though he was leaving to sail to England with two ships of soldiers. His thoughts weren’t on that, it was his heart that was breaking to have to leave his new bride of six months. It would be almost a year before he’d return. He felt her warm, soft body next to his and knew it would be gone tomorrow when his ships set sail.

She wore a green wool dress with touches of red silk on the collar and sleeves. It clung to her young, womanly body that made his organ swell in pleasure. The dress was cut low in the front, and the gentle swell of her white breasts pushed up in spite of the cold, teasing his eyes with what was beneath the dress. Her red hair contrasted sharply with the green dress, but her hair paled in color to his dark-red hair. He felt her snuggle closer as the wind grew colder. He knew that they’d soon go home and leave this beautiful place, but home would be a warm bed where he’d make love to her once again.

Caitlin would have to be strong; she’d be the lady of the house when he left. She still had a hard time coming to grips with their marriage. Lord Harkin was the head of the O’Donoghue clan of Shire Kerry, and he’d swept her off her feet. She’d never been happier than she was with him. She knew there would be times like this, when he would have to go out and fight for what was his. He was a Knight of Kerry, a Green Knight. It was his birthright and his duty to his clan and his king. “I’m going to miss you, my husband.”

“Not as much as I’ll miss you.” He saw her shiver with cold. “We should go home where its warm and we’ll have our privacy.”

She knew what he meant, and she was eager to please her husband as well as herself. She was pure when she married him at the ripe age of eighteen, Harkin ten years her senior, but he was gentle with her and taught her how to please him. She was surprised to find her own pleasure, never expecting such a thing. His large, muscular frame dwarfed her petite body, but even when he lay on her, she barely felt his weight. But she did feel his manhood, large and powerful, as he took her breath away. “Yes, let’s go; I’m eager to feel my husband inside me once again.”

They walked slowly back to the castle that rose to surround the town in its protective shield. The black stones of the castle were cut meticulously and rose from the ground to the highest turret. The bridge was made of the thickest wood within two hundred miles, and the gates were forged from hardened iron by the local blacksmiths. It had been calm for many decades, but there were tremors of problems coming, and Harkin would have to deal with them. The gate was open and the bridge down as if welcoming all comers inside, but the guards that manned the walls said something different, forever vigilant of strangers. He hated to take so many soldiers with him, but the men left behind to protect the town were his most trusted.

They entered their private sanctuary in the castle, going into the main room. The large fireplace lit up the room with the blazing logs and the heat felt good as the door closed behind them. He’d made sure the fires in the living room and their bedroom were lit; Harkin didn’t want anything or anyone to interrupt them.

Caitlin could see that he was eager. “Would you like to make love to me on the sheepskins in front of the fire?” No one would dare enter and disturb them. Many of the guards were at home with their families before they left tomorrow and the single ones were in the town, drinking pints and finding a woman to share their bed that night.

He looked at her as she took off the shawl and saw her voluptuous body. His organ was pinched tight in his pants and was eager to be free. “I’ll get us a glass of wine to enjoy in front of the fire.” He didn’t have to say any more. He poured the wine and brought the goblets over to her as she stood close to the fire, her luscious body outlined by the licking flames that rose in the fireplace. “To my beautiful wife.” They toasted, and then, he took the goblets and put it on the table. He spread out three sheepskins around the fireplace, not close enough for sparks to reach but close enough to keep them warm when they were naked.

She stood there as he slowly undressed her. The first night he did that, it had made her turn red when his eyes feasted on her virgin body, but since then, she grew accustom to him, and she couldn’t deny the yearning she felt between her legs when he undressed her. Now, she felt proud that he desired her above all other women. She knew he had many choices to take as his wife, but he’d selected her.

His large fingers were nimble in spite of their size as he opened each of the small pearl buttons on the front of her dress. As the dress opened, he could see the chemise she wore, made of the finest linen. It could barely contain her full breasts, and he was eager to expose them. When he got to the last button at her waist, he pushed the dress from her shoulders and slid it down her arms until it fell to her waist, stopped by her womanly hips. He kissed her neck and saw her nipples swell in expectation, hearing a soft moan from her lips as his lips found her soft, fragile skin on her neck. The fire flickered over her flesh to reveal her pale skin, dotted with freckles.

She tilted her head to expose her neck, so vulnerable to him as she felt his hot, urgent lips kiss her skin. A strong hand stayed on her hips, holding her for his pleasure. His lips brought goose bumps to her skin and tremors of pleasure between her legs. She felt him push her hair to the side as he nuzzled her neck. As his lips moved lower, her nipples rose to prominent, hard tips, eager to feel the same touch as her neck.

His hands grew more eager as they slowly lowered her dress over her hips, careful not to tear it in his haste but eager to get her naked before him so he could worship her body. The green dress fell to her feet as he pushed back from her neck so he could admire her half-naked body. Her full breasts pushed out the top of the chemise, and it was short enough so he could see her long, lean legs, eager to feel them wrapped around him in a passionate embrace. “You are so beautiful.” His body was eager to possess her. She brought a startled gasp from his mouth when her hand cupped his growing organ.

“You are so big, my husband.” She could feel the pulsating hardness of his organ, her small fingers curled around the massive shaft that even his trousers couldn’t hide. She knew that he wouldn’t undress until he had her naked before him, but her hand never left his organ. His hands moved over her body, sliding up from her hips until one large hand cupped her breast and took possession of it. Her nipple sprang to such hardness, pounding with blood as the pleasure raced through her body. His powerful hand was gentle as he clenched her flesh. He squeezed it until his fingers found her swollen nipple and pinched it gently. She moaned and arched her back to push her breasts into his hands, as her fingers slowly stroked his growing organ.

Harkin couldn’t contain his lust any longer; Caitlin’s hand stroked the fire between his legs. He had to be careful not to tear the fragile linen, as he pushed the chemise off her shoulders, but his lust wouldn’t be denied much longer. He pulled the chemise down until her breasts were revealed in all their glory. Her breasts swelled up to stand tall in their youthful exuberance; the tips were hard and pink and contrasted against the big brown areolas that surrounded them, like bulls-eyes on her alabaster skin. He pushed the chemise down, in haste to her hips, as his hand found her bare breast. When he grasped one, he felt her hard nipple push into his palm. His mouth slid down her neck, but this time, he didn’t stop until his lips found her hard nipple. He teased it with his lips until he drew it deep into his mouth.

Her hands deserted his organ but only to grasp his long hair and pull his head harder to her breast. His tongue raced around her nipple to suck and gently bite her breast as his powerful suction drew it deep into his mouth. His other hand rose and grasped her other breast, and his fingers eagerly fondled her nipple. “Take me, my husband,” she moaned.

He licked, kissed, and bit her breasts, going from one to the other, but he never ignored either; his hand or mouth fondled her continuously. He finally pulled back to gaze as both of her breasts as they glistened in the firelight from his spit. His hands moved back to her waist and eagerly pushed the chemise down her legs until it fell to her ankles. She kicked it off and stood there naked before him. His eyes worshipped her flesh as he stared at the fine red hairs that curled around her womanhood. He fought the urge to take her instantly, but he knew they’d have all night. He stood back from her as he began to undress.

Caitlin watched as he took off his clothes. He threw off his boots, and then, he unbuttoned his shirts until his large chest was bared for her. She saw the scars on his upper arm where a sword had found its mark. His flat abs was sliced with tiny scars from opponents that had failed to make their marks and suffered the cruel fate of his sword from that error. She watched as he lowered his trousers, but her gaze stopped when his organ was freed, bouncing up in such hardness, surrounded by the thick thatch of his dark-red hair. He stood there with his thick thighs parted, his heavy balls hung down, swollen with his lust. She saw his hand reach up to his organ, and her voice rose out. “Let me.”

He stopped and felt her move her naked body against his, her breasts pushed into his chest as her small fingers tried to curl around his growing organ. Though her fingers were small, they were skilled at what she did. He’d taught her how to pleasure him, and she learned well. Her fingers worked miracles, stroking his organ as she pressed her firm breasts into his chest. He knew he wouldn’t last long and needed to get inside her. He lowered her to the soft touch of the sheepskins and pressed her body out prone for his pleasure.

It felt good when her breasts pushed into his hard chest and his thick chest hairs rubbed her nipples, but it was her hand that curled around his organ that brought her such delight. She loved the way she controlled him with just one hand. Her hands might be small, but she’d learned just what to do to bring him to such hardness. She could feel the power of his organ beneath her touch, his muscles made it jump in excitement, but her fingers tightened as she captured him in her tight grip, refusing to let his organ go. She finally let go as he pushed her down, and they both crashed to the sheepskins, legs flew everywhere as they succumbed to their passions. She found herself on her back as he drew her legs up, and his large hips went between her thighs and spread her legs for him. He hovered over her until his mouth crushed hers in a passionate embrace, their tongues meshed with each other. She felt his organ rub up and down her slit, finding her moisture and heat as she struggled not to thrust her body up and plunge his organ inside her. She waited impatiently for him to be ready.

His cock jerked in his hand when he rubbed her slit, pushing back the soft petals of her sex until he felt her hot, damp flesh run over the head of his organ. It didn’t take long until the head of his organ was wet enough, but he still didn’t thrust in hard. He felt her sex open, first with his fingers, his forefinger, and then with his middle finger as they pushed her open when his fingers penetrated her. He felt her muscles respond to grip his fingers, as they would when it was his organ nestled in her tight hole.

She felt every muscle in her body move with the thrusts of his fingers, her body on the edge as his fingers were removed and she felt the shuddering head of his organ stretch her sex to accept him inside. He was big, and she stretched wide to accept him, but any pain she felt was quickly replaced with pleasure as his organ began to probe deeper inside her sex. He began to plunge into the depths of her soul as her body arched up to accept him.

He struggled to get his big organ inside her without hurting her, but the tightness of her sex around his organ brought such pleasure to him. He pushed harder with his hips and then pulled out, but only far enough, so he could use more power with the next thrust.

Caitlin waited until she felt the shudder run through his body and she knew that he was fully inside her. She clenched her inner muscles and felt his organ shudder back in pleasure. She felt him withdraw; her insides felt like they were sucked out behind the massive head of his organ, but then, he was back inside, taking her with a powerful thrust that took her breath away. She arched up to meet each thrust and pull him deeper inside her.

He responded to her, desperate for his pleasure as he drove hard into her with such passion. He looked at her face, her head thrown to the side, her red hair fanned out on the sheepskins as she cried out in bliss. He could feel her hurried breathing to match his own as their passion overrode all else.

Her hands reached around to hold his body next to hers as she arched up to receive his commanding thrusts inside her. She saw his muscles bulge as he tightened up, and she knew he would soon fill her with his seed. She couldn’t contain it any longer; her body exploded in such pleasure at the same time she felt his organ pulsate and fill her with his seed. His frenzied hips drove back and forth even as he emptied his seed in her.

It was the same feeling he felt the first time he took her innocence. Each time he shot inside her, her muscles clenched on his organ, wanting more. It felt like it lasted forever until both of them lay next to each other on the sheepskins, their bodies drained but not exhausted. He’d be gone for a long time, so once wouldn’t be enough. They wouldn’t stop until they were exhausted or satisfied. She lay in the crook of his arm, her head rested on his rising chest. Being in this position, his cock was forced out, but it barely lost its rigor.

Caitlin didn’t even care that his seed slowly ran out of her sex. She could barely catch her breath, but she’d soon be back for more. They lay there for long minutes before the warmth of the fire. She surprised him; her hand slid down over his firm abs, and she soon found his organ. It was still wet with their juices, but she cared little when she felt it rise from her touch.

He felt his organ tremble in pleasure from her touch, but he wanted something different. He turned her body until she faced his feet. They lay on their sides, facing each other, and it didn’t take long for Caitlin to know what he desired.

She faced his growing organ only inches from her mouth. Her fingers curled around it to grasp it firmly, but it escaped when she blew on the head of his organ. Caitlin didn’t expect such violent eruptions from his powerful organ, at least not yet. She grasped it again, this time tighter, as she blew once again all over the dark-red, thick head. Their glistening juices were still upon it, but it didn’t bother her as her tongue wet her lips in anticipation.

Harkin spread her legs and started with her thighs, planting soft kisses on her tender skin as he moved up her thighs to her sex. Her hips already began to move as he approached her sex. Her fine red hairs had tiny drops of her arousal on them and her lips were slightly parted and pink from the powerful thrusts of his organ. He felt her breath on his organ and knew he’d feel her lips soon enough. Her other hand cupped his heavy balls, and then, a wet tongue slowly lapped over his organ. Her fingers held it in a tight grip, unable to escape the pleasure as her tongue began to lick the head. Eager to reciprocate, his fingers parted her slit and soon her tongue began the journey of licking it.

She had to open her mouth wide to take him in, her lips stretched around the thickness of his organ, but she succeeded in taking the head inside her mouth. Her tongue went to work licking it, feeling his organ shudder, jerk up and hit the roof of her mouth. She pushed her head down and took more of him inside as she felt his tongue began to lick her so intimately. Their mouths went to work on inspiring each other, bringing them both such pleasure.

Her mouth and fingers worked over his organ, making him hard and big once again. It was as though he never shot his seed inside her. His organ was trapped in such a delightful way, and his hips soon began to drive more of his organ inside her mouth. He heard her gag, so he pulled back but only the slightest bit. He found the heart of her pleasure, running his tongue up her slit until he discovered her pleasure button, hard and throbbing with her lust. He captured it in his mouth, just as she did with his organ. His tongue ran over it as he felt her shudders of pleasure.

They matched each other with their mouths, taking pleasure in giving pleasure. It was a long time since they did this, unencumbered by unsatisfied lust. Caitlin tasted his juices as they begin to leak out, and she knew that it would soon fill her mouth, but she cared only for giving Harkin the pleasure he deserved and required. She knew that she’d get her pleasure with him; his skilled tongue touched her in places that she barely knew existed before he’d taken her innocence the first time.

Harkin couldn’t hold out any longer. He shoved urgently with his hips, and she took him with only the slightest of a gag. Her tongue danced over the head of his organ as her other hand milked the seed from his loins. He felt her body tremble in lust as he drew her pleasure button deep into his mouth so his tongue could works its magic on it. That was all it took, they both exploded with such power, Caitlin forced to gulp and swallow or choke to death. When he finished with her, his lips and face were covered in her pleasures; his organ still nestled in the depths of her hot mouth.

* * * *

They dressed only long enough to eat, the sexual tension still there. They went back to their bedroom, and it wasn’t long before they were in the bed and in a passionate embrace. Before the sun came up, Harkin took his wife one more time, both of them finally exhausted, and sated, but they knew it wouldn’t last long before the longing returned, yet they wouldn’t be together.

They ate breakfast together, and Caitlin went to the docks to see him off. Most of the town was out; wives and children lined the shore to say their goodbyes, knowing that some of them would never return. The two ships were the finest the shipbuilders had made, sturdy but sleek, a large mast in the center, but they also had oars when the winds would let them down. There was only a small crew, needing more room for the soldiers, which would become adept at sailing once they got under way. The sailors would teach them the ways of the sea. They had adequate provisions to last for a while, but they would take what they needed as they raided the southern towns of England. There would be an occasional ship they could take at sea, but the ships they commanded weren’t built to withstand the onslaught of a British warship. If confronted, they’d count on speed and cunning to outrun the warship and use their shallow draft to hide in inlands and bays that were inhospitable to the large warships.

It was a joyous and tearful day. There were high expectations for the mission’s success, but there were always risks. The soldiers looked over the railing to get a last glimpse of their homeland as the sail picked up the gentle breeze that would send them south into the territory of their fieriest enemy.





Chapter 2


Attack and Retreat



They lost the winds after two days out. They were still along the coastline of Ireland. They took to rowing, but the calm water prevailed for almost a week. The soldiers already grew restless; they weren’t used to doing nothing, eager to pitch into battle.

Harkin stood on the bow as the spray of the sea shot up. Finally, a nice wind drove them. Ireland was behind them as they crossed the Celtic Sea. Most of the southern coast of England was only small hamlets; they wouldn’t go far enough to get to London. They were no match for the mighty British Navy that docked there. His job was to harass the southern villages to keep the British Navy busy and out of Ireland. Other ships had the same task but attacked different parts of England. Between them all, they’d keep the warships sailing from one skirmish to the next, and if they were all successful, the warship would never find them.

* * * *

“Have the men clean up this pigsty.” They were nearing the coast of England, and it was time that the men began to think about battle. Harkin needed the boat to look like a warship, not a garbage scow.

“Aye, Captain.” Fergus was the First Mate, and he knew what Harkin wanted before he said it. He wanted the men ready to fight like the fierce warriors they were. He ordered the men, and soon, the two ships were busy with cleaning. It didn’t take long; the men knew that the time was coming when they could get off the deck and put their feet on Mother Earth once again. It was where they were comfortable with fighting, not on water but on land.

Within two days, the two ships split up; Fergus would captain the other into battle. They sailed close to Sutton, a small village on the mouth of the River Plym. Fergus sailed past it at a safe distance in order not to be seen, and then, doubled back to lie off the coast of the opposite side of the village. Harkin stayed put close to the shore about twenty nautical miles from Sutton. Harkin took five soldiers in a small skiff along the coast as far as they could go without being seen. Once Fergus got around the other side, he would do the same. They both would scout the village, and then, they’d meet up farther out to sea at night. The skiff had small sails, so they could get far enough off the coast in the dark of night.

They covered the skiff with branches and leaves, up from the beach and erased all tracks it made in the sand. They set off inland to find high ground where they could reconnoiter the village. Harkin lay prone as he gazed through the telescope at the small fishing village. There were a dozen boats tied to the wooden dock, but they were all small, not big enough for more than two men. He could see a dozen buildings on a dirt road that ran down to the docks with the usual types of shops, bar, store, fish and meat, as well as a small Catholic church made of stone. It wasn’t very big, so it gave Harkin an idea of the size of the village. It couldn’t hold more than forty or fifty people. He had thirty men, all soldiers, so they could easily overpower the village.

They stayed hidden all that day and night. Harkin saw a few soldiers, but not more than six. They were there more to keep local law and order, not to defend it from an invasion. Harkin would make sure that they were subdued first; they were the most dangerous. “Let’s go.” They set back off for the beach. They dragged the skiff out, and they soon sailed out to the rendezvous spot.

Harkin lit the lantern, swung it back and forth three times, and then extinguished it. He waited and saw the same blinking light shine back at him, but it was far in the distance. It went dark quickly. They began to row in the general direction. It was an hour before they stopped, and he lit the lantern once again. After he swung it three times, he got the same response, but it was close. It wasn’t long before they rowed close enough to hear each other, and they soon pulled alongside the other skiff. They tied them together, and Fergus climbed aboard.

“Fifty people including men and children. Maybe eight soldiers, tops. I found the building they stayed in. It’s close to the dock.”

Harkin hadn’t seen the guard’s location. That would make it easier. They would concentrate the attack there, overpower the soldiers, and then attack the rest of the village. He didn’t expect a lot of resistance from the villagers. They were fisherman, not soldiers. “We’ll round up the people and put them in the church while we ransack the village. I don’t think we’ll get much, but that’s not our purpose. The navy will have to send one of their ships to investigate, but we’ll be long gone.”

“What about their boats?”

“It’s their livelihood, but we’re here to create havoc. Setting them afire should do it. We can bring our ships close to the harbor. We’ll have twenty men already on the shore first, and we’ll attack as soon as the people realize we’re not friendly. The last ten will guard the ship and take the village buildings closest to the dock. I don’t want anything to go wrong and find our ships in enemy hands.” If they lost a ship, they’d have a hard time making it home, and England wasn’t a hospitable place for Irishmen.

“Should we attack in daylight or nighttime?”

“Daylight, I don’t want anyone getting hurt that doesn’t need to be. At least we’ll be able to see our targets, and we won’t strike women or children. But, we’ll do it late in the day. When we set sail, I want us sailing into darkness, just in case. We can make a lot of distance in the dark with no lights on.” Surprise was the most important aspect of the attack. Harkin had to make sure that the villagers weren’t alerted too soon.

“Then, it’s the day after tomorrow. Late in the afternoon when the sun begins to set low in the sky. The two ships will meet about five nautical miles offshore; we’d be just specks for them to see. Hopefully, we can get a good wind or oar if we have to. We can reach the shore fast before they realize what happened. Each ship will have landed skiffs with ten men on each side of the town. I’ll shoot up a flaming arrow. Attack the soldiers first.” Fergus was eager for a fight. That is what he came out here for.

They set sail in opposite directions to go back to their ships. They rowed along with the sails; they needed to make good time to meet the short time span for the attack.

* * * *

Fergus had sent one of his men around the village to meet up with Harkin. They were ready for the attack in two hours. Harkin watched as the people moved about the small village with no sense of what would happen. They were naïve in thinking they were safe. Soon, they would learn of the Irish and fear them.

The first soldier that saw them advance looked up as though he was in shock, frozen to the spot he stood on as he stared at the men. The men rushed from the woods carrying short swords and wood shields, but they wore no mail or armor to protect them. He almost thought it was a prank until he saw a sword aimed at his belly. He managed to push aside at the last possible moment, but the man that attacked him was quick. He had brushed aside death but only for a fleeting second. He never felt the red blood drain from his neck in spurts as his heart pumped the last of his lifeblood from his veins. He was dead before he hit the ground, his throat cut by a sword.

Harkin took his advance party in search of the soldiers that defended the village. The alarm sounded, people began to rush outside their doors, and they were stunned when confronted by the Irish soldiers. Harkin’s eyes were glued to the door that housed the soldiers. They started to come out, trying to put on their armor as they exited. That was a fatal mistake. Harkin took the first man out with ease, pushing him away with his shield, ready for the next. The next man was more prepared; Harkin stepped back as the soldier swung his large sword in a wide arc, trying to connect. It missed by inches, and Harkin moved in for the kill, slashing at the soldier’s arm and slicing it below the elbow. His blade sank deep into the fragile flesh, and it forced the soldier to drop his weapon to the ground. Harkin swung around, and this time, his aim was better, stabbing the short blade into the soldier’s back and pushed it through the bone to pierce the soldier’s heart. He kicked the soldier’s body away as it slumped to the ground.

The clang of steel rose loudly along with the screams of men. His men engaged the others, and the English soldiers soon lay in a crumpled pile; the ground around them stained with pools of brilliant red blood. Harkin finally had a chance to see how Fergus and his men were doing. There were bodies of men on the dirt street, but next to them lay hoes and shovels, not spears or swords. Harkin rushed to help Fergus in hopes that he could spare as many of the townspeople as possible.

Harkin didn’t get more than ten feet when three men rushed at him. They were burly and muscular, and these held swords, though one of them carried a butcher’s knife, but it was still big and sharp, not farmers’ tools. There wasn’t a word out of their mouths as they charged him. He took aim at one of the men with a sword. His size made him clumsy and inept at fighting. Harkin regretted having to do it, but the man had a determined look on his face. Harkin’s sword sank home into the chest of the man. Harkin gave it one more shove, and the life went out of the man’s eyes. He caught something out of the corner of his eye and moved away almost in time. An arrow sliced along his upper arm, but it barely drew blood. He put his shield up a bit higher as he lunged at the next man, moving to the left of him, the other man on his right. He slashed at the man’s arm, catching it but not enough to deter him. Harkin moved to the left this time, and he found the man with the butcher knife. The man stabbed at him, but the knife was too short, and he only cut air. Harkin slashed with his sword and caught him on the upper leg. The man stumbled to the ground as the blood poured from the artery he had severed. He wouldn’t last more than a minute.

Harkin felt a pain and wetness in his shoulder and spun around to confront the last man. He had an evil smirk on his face as though he knew he got the best of Harkin, but Harkin’s pain barely registered; there was only revenge in his heart. Their swords clashed together, the man was strong. Sparks flew as the blade scraped against each other. Harkin put all his strength behind the shove of his shield against the man, throwing him backward. His opponent’s large size defeated him as he lost balance and fell to the ground, but his sword was still raised up in defense. Harkin moved in and swung his blade. It cut off the arm that held the sword until it bent and lay at his side, blood pouring from the ragged cut of bone and flesh. Harkin knew he was no longer a threat and death would take him quickly.

Harkin raced to where Fergus and his men fought the villagers. Harkin pushed aside one of his men when he saw him swing his blade, a woman in the way that would have suffered the consequences. “Careful,” he warned him. “Put down your weapons and you’ll be spared,” he yelled out to the villagers that tried to defend themselves.

The villagers saw the soldier rush at them, blood on his shirt, his sword, and shield covered in a badge of blood. There were too many of them, and the soldiers that were to defend them lay in a pile next to the dock. They were farmers and fisherman, no match for the fierce warriors that confronted them. “Don’t hurt us, we surrender.” John put his hands up as he dropped the sword he had picked up to defend himself. He ran the store; he wasn’t a warrior. He turned to the others. “Stop fighting, you’ll only lose your life,” he tried to warn them.

Fergus and Harkin were glad that the rest of the villagers decided to surrender. Even the ones that didn’t do so at first, finally succumbed to reality as they quickly became outnumbered by a superior force.

The women were scared of the soldiers that attacked. They looked barbaric, not like the knights of the English in their handsome armor. These men wore rough clothing and held wooden shields and short swords. But they were fierce and determined, cutting down the soldiers as though they were sheepherders, not soldiers. The villagers were no match, and now, they feared their fate, herded into the church. Are these men godless?

John stood up as the rest of the people huddled on the floor, their arms raised in surrender. There were at least ten of these warriors standing over them, their faces etched in evil. “What do you want?” He said it boldly, but he feared for his life. He saw one man come over to him, his sword in his hand, and John’s life flashed before his eyes, fearing a swift death.

Harkin stood in front of him. He had seen him help make the villagers surrender and that spared their blood. He was smart. “What’s your name?”

John heard his Irish accent, knowing that England and Ireland had been at odds with each other for centuries. Was this the beginning of a war? “John; I run the store.” His voice shivered with fear. He waited, fearing the sword slicing through his body at any second.

“You look like a sensible man, John. Keep the people calm and seated, and there will be no more lives taken. We’ll be out of your village soon enough.”

John saw the way some of the villagers looked at the women. “And the women, no harm will come to them? Their virtue will be safe?”

“We are not animals, John. No one will be touched, as long as you control your villagers. You have my promise.” Harkin pushed the tip of his sword toward the ground. “When we leave, tell your king that Lord Harkin of the O’Donoghue Clan sends his regards and warns him to stay away from our land.”

“I’ll convey your message to our king. Thank you for your mercy, Lord Harkin.” John turned to the others. “We’ll not be harmed, just stay quiet and seated until they’re gone.”

Fergus stayed with the five men to guard the villagers to ensure their safety. He didn’t want any of his men do to anything foolish. The rest of the men sought out the treasures of the village.

Harkin signaled the ships to come in close to the shores as they began to loot the village. It wasn’t a wealthy village, gathering food and provisions more than treasures. They found some jewelry and money, along with more swords. They even took some of the fishing nets so they could catch their own dinner if provisions got too low.

It was an hour before Harkin went back to the church. The ships were loaded with the loot. The village’s boats were coated with coal tar and ready to be set ablaze as soon as they raised anchor. He found John herding over the villagers to keep them calm. “You’re a good man, John. The village is lucky to have you. We’ll be off now. We’ll lock the door, but don’t try to get out for an hour until we are gone. It’s for your safety,” he warned them.

“You’re a man of your word, Lord Harkin. I’m sorry we have to meet under such circumstances.” John was honored to shake his hand, in spite of the fact that it had the blood of some of his fellow villagers on it. But, it could have been worse; they might have all faced the same fate and been slaughtered by them.

Fergus was the last one out. He ran the chain through the door handles, the back already done. They could smash the window to get out, but he suspected they wouldn’t destroy such sacred and beautiful stained-glass windows. The men were at the end of the dock, and they climbed in the skiffs. One held the burning torch for Fergus as he ran onto the dock. He grabbed it; it was easy to set the boats on fire, the coal pitch caught easily, and it soon engulfed every single boat. He jumped in the skiff, and they soon headed out to the two ships that were parked not far from the dock. As he climbed aboard, he caught sight of the dock, the fire moved from the ships to the dock, setting it ablaze with high red and yellow flames that flickered in the dimming light as the sun began to set. The sails flew up the masts and both ships turned and headed out to sea, picking up speed as they flew over the water as if they floated above it.

Harkin watched with Fergus as the coast slowly became further away and the night began to settle in. The shore still lit up from the fire, the smoke billowed up into the sky, but it soon became a faint, distant sight. Harkin kept all the lights on the ship extinguished, just in case there was an English warship close. They sped off far out to sea to lie low for a few days before they moved up the coast, away from London to find another small village to ravage.

John tried to keep everyone quiet, but when the smell of smoke began to seep inside the church, they all knew something was wrong.

“They’re going to burn us alive!”

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Panic set in as the villagers raced to the door.

John couldn’t wait for the hour; he feared the same thing as the other villagers. “Help me bust down the door.” They rushed the door with one of the pews, and it slammed into the heavy door, but it only shattered some of the wood. They pulled back, and this time slammed harder, the sound of splintering wood filled the church. It took four times before the door exploded into slivers of wood. The people rushed outside, and they were greeted with a sorrowful sight. The dock and all the boats were engulfed in flames. There was no hope of saving them; the fire had spread too rapidly. Their fishing livelihood was gone, at least until they could build more boats.





Chapter 3


Norman Invasion and Revenge



In 1166, the King of Leinster, Diarmait MacMurchada, was forced to flee from Dublin and from his kingdom by an alliance of Irish enemies, including the new High King, Ruaidri Ua Conchobair. Not ready to give up his kingdom, he sought an alliance with King Henry II of England. Henry wasn’t to be bothered by the Irish problem, but he saw an opportunity to lay claim to the land that the monarchy had inherited, the island west of England.

“You may raise an army among your barons,” King Henry II instructed him.

“Thank you, my King.” But Diarmait had other plans. Instead of his barons, which many of them had deserted him, he sought out an army of mercenaries. He found his army from the Anglo-Normans that were on the losing end of a war in Scotland. In an ugly mood and eager to find a victory where they could recoup the land, peasants, and castles in the Welsh countryside they lost, they quickly signed on with Diarmait.

“The people are primitive, and the grass is green. Come to Ireland; it’ll be a piece of cake to take the land back,” Diarmait urged them. They came and joined in record numbers. Robert fitzStephen and Richard fitzGilbert de Clare soon signed on and brought their formidable armies. Diarmait knew that these men were the nastiest and greediest of all the mercenaries. He not only wanted his kingdom back, he wanted revenge on those that betrayed him, even if it was his kinfolk.

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It took until 1169 for the main forces of Normans to invade Ireland. While Lord Harkin was off on his crusade to torment the English villages, Wexford was laid siege by the Normans. William de Barry landed a force of thirty knights, sixty armsmen, and three hundred bowmen from three ships at Bannon Bay. The next day, two more ships arrived with ten knights and sixty bowmen. They were met with about five hundred men that King Diarmait had recruited from his loyal followers, and the combined force began the march to Wexford.

Diarmait was proud of the army that lay before him. His vision of taking back his land was closer than it had ever been. “Are we ready to march tomorrow, William?” He needed William’s support; his soldiers were much more professional and ruthless than his men. They even looked the part, dressed in shiny armor and mail vests to protect them from arrows; they were a formidable lot.

“I’ll take my men in the lead. Protect our rear, no matter what,” he warned Diarmait. He didn’t trust Diarmait’s ragtag army, but he had no choice. He didn’t expect much resistance, but he still didn’t know the Irish very well. This would be the first test.

“My men wouldn’t let you down.”

They set out at first light. The first battle was barely a skirmish. William’s men met a small group of Norse-Gaels. It wasn’t much more than a petty annoyance before they were on their way again, across the river and headed northeastward toward Wexford. “If that is all the Irish can put up to stop us, we’ll be sipping ale in Wexford before the night is out,” William boasted proudly.

Diarmait knew that they would meet a more formidable army in Wexford, but he let William enjoy the small victory. Diarmait was sure that Wexford knew of their coming and would be waiting for them.

By sunrise the next morning, they were ready to lay siege to Wexford. There were several outbuildings that surrounded the walled village, all of them defended by men. The first attack was a devastating arrow attack, and then, the knights began their attack on horses. William watched from afar; as he saw the defenders set fire to the wooden outbuildings as they retreated to the walled city after a brief, bloody battle. It was over within an hour. When the bodies were counted, he had lost eighteen Norman soldiers, but they could only find bodies of three defenders.

“They are behind the wall, protected,” Diarmait wasn’t pleased with the results. He hoped to massacre them in one battle and end it quickly.

“Not to worry. My scouts tell me they number two thousand, but don’t fear.” William turned to his men. “Burn all the ships in the harbor. Let them see their escape burn up.”

In the morning, the attack began in earnest. Flaming arrows crossed over the stone walls to find the wooden buildings behind them. They began to storm the walls with crude, makeshift ladders, fighting off the defenders as they scaled the walls.

Two bishops that happened to be in Wexford and were now trapped inside during the invasion saw the futility in resisting. They would be starved out if they weren’t wiped out in the attacks. The ships were gone, no way to retreat. “It is an Irish king that invades us, not another country,” they foolishly thought. “Send an emissary to King Diarmait to negotiate surrender.”

Diarmait smiled broadly when the emissaries met with him. It wasn’t long before he accepted their surrender; in return, they would swear allegiance to King Diarmait.

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Diarmait and William’s army garrisoned in Ferns, Diarmait’s headquarters, not far from Wexford. After two weeks, William grew restless. The battle of Wexford was disappointing; he wanted more. He convinced Diarmait to set out to conquer the rest of Ireland and confront the false king, High King Ruaidri Ua Conchobair. They marched to Osraighe then launched raids to the north, in the territories of the Uí Tuathail, the Uí Broin and the Uí Conchobhair. It wasn’t long before they drew out High King Ruaidri Ua Conchobair’s army outside Leinster. Again, the church intervened and mediated an agreement at Ferns. Diarmait won back his title and land as King of Leinster, but he recognized the legitimacy of High King Ruaidhrí Ua Conchobhair. In addition, Diarmait agreed to send the Norman forces back to England, but he told William not to worry. For his part, William was granted the lands of Wexford and the surrounding towns.

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William settled behind the walls of Wexford with his army. The village had surrendered, and William took advantage of it. With King Diarmait content with his kingdom, he’d be no bother in the future. He took to the life of a lord; all of his subjects had to submit to his whims, especially the female ones. Once he settled in, it was time to take care of past business and trample those that fought him. He sent his men out to find Lord Liam Collins, the head of Wexford. It was he that defended the village, and William needed to make sure that he wouldn’t be a threat again. It would be easy, for he had a lovely daughter, Bridget, sure to be a virgin at the ripe age of nineteen. From what William had heard, she wasn’t married because Lord Collins never found any man suitable for her.

William took over the largest house inside the walls. It was massive, more than big enough for him, but it was the large cellar that he cherished. It took his men a week to get it ready, and his cock grew hard the moment he stepped foot inside it. The long stairs went down into the dark depths of the building. When you entered the main room, your eyes instantly went to the four cell doors; all had massive wooden doors with iron bars. Yet, they weren’t small, cramped rooms, but big enough to allow for the unlucky person housed in it to receive visitors, unwelcome visitors in most cases.

William had the local blacksmiths and furniture makers build what he needed to his specifications. None said as much as a word about what they built under threat of death or worse. They knew from what they built that if they talked, they might find themselves bound in their own evil devices. He pulled back the cloths that covered them to admire the workmanship. Today, he would try them out, but it would just the first time. There were many beautiful women in Wexford and the surrounding villages that William would enjoy in his dungeon.

He went back upstairs and sat in the living room as he waited for Lord Collins’ arrival. Bridget would be brought in separately, unknown to her father. He poured himself a glass of wine as he waited.

Liam was surprised by the three soldiers that knocked on his door, though he thought nothing of it at first. Peace had been restored, and he feared nothing. He was too powerful, even against Lord William de Barry. He was sure that he’d be sent back to wherever he came from with haste soon enough, and then, things could get back to normal. He held the door open. “May I help you?” He was cordial to the soldiers.

“Lord William de Barry requests an audience.”

“Fine, when would he like to come here?”

“You’ll visit him,” the soldier said with a lack of respect in his voice.

“Fine,” he said in a huff to the insolent soldier. He’d report his disrespect to Lord William as soon as they met. “When?” He hoped he could make time for him, running Wexford was a full-time chore, especially in these times. He was still rebuilding it from the attack it repulsed.

“Now,” the soldier spat out with authority.

“There is no way I can go now; I have the village of Wexford to run. Tell Lord William that I’ll be there as soon as possible, probably tomorrow,” he said with a huff of indignity in his voice.

“You will come willingly or we’ll drag you there, that’s the orders of Lord William. I have no qualms about either way.” The soldier hoped he’d refused the request. He’d love to drag him kicking and scratching to Lord William. He suspected that once he was inside Lord William’s house, he’d have another chance at restraining him and teaching him his place.

“Do you know who I am?” He spat it out defiantly, but he saw the soldier move toward him, his hand went to his side and grabbed the handle of his sword. Liam backed up, a bit of fear in his heart. “Very well; if he insists, I’ll be with you in a minute.” He left the door open and the soldiers stood there as he grabbed his coat, not sure, if it would be chilly when he came home. He hoped that he could get these familiarities out of the way with haste. It was such a bother dealing with these foreign despots, but he’d be rid of him soon. He was glad that Bridget was upstairs and out of sight. He’d seen the way some of the soldiers looked at her as if they were good enough for her. “Let’s go,” he said with a sour note.

They walked on both sides of him and the other behind him as if he was going to run away. Such foolishness, this was his village. It didn’t take long to get to Lord William’s house, one of the nicer ones, though not as nice as Liam’s house. Lord William had commandeered it from one of the local merchants, the man was wealthy, but he had no political power. The soldier opened the door without so much as a knock and ushered him in. He handed them his coat, and one soldier reluctantly took it and put it clumsily on a hook. Such manners! He was ushered into the living room and noticed instantly it was changed. The furniture was a lot nicer, not sure where he got it from, but he surely didn’t bring it with him. He didn’t have that kind of taste. He saw Lord William seated in a large, upholstered chair. He sipped a glass of wine as he looked up as if surprised by his visit. He had cleaned up, out of the more rough-spun clothes that he had when he arrived to pillage the town. He now wore a nice pair of slacks and shirt; surely, he took them from the man that he took the house from. Liam would make sure that everything was returned to the merchant when Lord William was driven back home by King Diarmait. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lord de Barry.” He bowed in courtesy to his title, not the man.

“Liam isn’t it?” he responded. He turned to the three guards that stood there. “Take care of that other matter with haste.” He dismissed them, knowing they would be back soon enough with their quarry.

“Lord Liam Collins,” he corrected him.

“Have a seat, Liam,” as he ignored him. A servant brought in another glass and poured him some wine. “I heard it’s your finest, but it lacks the quality of French wine.”

“We don’t have the luxury of French weather for the grapes,” he tried to deflect the criticism. He didn’t care to parry with this man all day. “How may I serve you, Lord William?”

“I thought we should get to know each other and find out each other’s strengths and weaknesses since we might be working together. After all, I do possess the land that you are sitting on as well as the surrounding villages.”

He certainly was smug, but Liam tried not to show his displeasure.

Back at Liam’s house, something else was happening that he never expected. The three soldiers found the door easy to open with just a shove, not too much noise to alert anyone. They entered the living room and a servant came out. One of the soldiers put his finger on his lips then moved it to slice across his neck. The servant got the message and scrambled out of the room until they heard the back door slam as he left. He didn’t need to know that it would be dangerous to stay. It was hard to be quiet while wearing armor, but they managed to creep up the stairs. They found the room, just as Lord William had told them. They listened for a second, and then, they opened the door suddenly.

Bridget lay on the bed with a book of sonnets in her hand as she read. There was a loud noise and the door opened, startling her in her usually peaceful and quiet house. She was confronted by three soldiers. “Father! FATHER!” She yelled out, scared as the men leapt to the bed. She looked at the door, but no one came, not her father, not a servant. “What do you want?” She shouted out bravely, but her heart raced and her mouth was dry in fear. They didn’t say a word as they set upon her. Two rushed to either side of the bed while one spun her down onto her belly and pushed her head into her pillow. Her breathing was ragged as the pillow cut off her air supply, struggling against the overpowering strength of the soldiers. Her arms were grabbed by powerful hands that bruised her delicate wrists and pulled behind her. She felt the pain of rough rope scratch her skin as it was wrapped around her wrists. “OOOWWW!” She cried out in pain when the ropes were tightened, and her fingers began to grow numb from lack of blood. One of the soldiers grabbed her long brown hair to yank it so hard that it brought tears to her eyes as she screamed out in pain. Her head was yanked up until she found herself kneeling on her bed, as her book of sonnets fell to the floor. Her arms were bound behind her back, and she feared how defenseless she was to the three large soldiers that dwarfed over her petit body. She couldn’t understand why they would do such a thing to her. Her father was an important man. He always doted over her and protected her, though, at time, she thought too much. That is why she was still unwed at the old age of nineteen. Not many men would dare risk offending her father. Suddenly, her vision was cut off. She felt the stifling heat as a cloth bag was thrown over her head. Something tightened around her neck, fearing that she’d be suffocated in seconds, but it stopped when it sealed the cloth bag around her neck. She struggled to fill her lungs, fearing instant death, but after huffing for long minutes, the fear diminished, though it was only the fear of suffocation that disappeared. She felt a large hand grab her and yank her off the bed. She barely had a chance to stand up, balancing precariously on her feet as she swayed in darkness, unable to cope with the lack of sight. Another hand grabbed her other arm, and she was pushed. She was afraid she’d slam into the wall, but the men guided her.

“Down the stairs,” the soldier warned her, but they almost pulled her up into the air to keep her from tripping as they pulled her down the stairs. They went to the back of the house to take her out, away from prying eyes, but one of them stopped. “Remember what Lord William wanted.”

Bridget grew frightened when she heard his name. Lord William. Her father had warned her of him. He was the Norman soldier that invaded and decimated Wexford. He was ruthless, a man to be wary of. The soldiers let go of her arms, but one of the men grabbed her wrists and yanked them behind her, forcing her to bend over. She could feel her breasts hang down from her dress, but she could do nothing. She felt ropes on her arms again, this time higher up. They were wrapped around her elbows, and she feared when they began to tighten. “PLLLeasee, nooo thatttt hurtsss,” she cried out. It felt like they were trying to break her arms as they were forced together. Her shoulders ached as she was forced to arch her back. The rope was knotted and tied with both of her elbows bound together painfully. They allowed her to straighten her body, but she knew that with her elbows bound, the position thrust her breasts out. They pulled off the bag that covered her head, Bridget grateful that she could breathe easier. Her dress was strained over her breasts; her shoulders were forced back, sure that her young, firm breasts were thrust out obscenely, almost spilling out the low cut of her dress. She couldn’t see it, but she felt it, the cool air blew on her naked cleavage. She felt a strange hardness in her nipples, unable to understand why they betrayed her this way. It was as though they were sharp and pointed, tempting the soldiers to touch them. They did one last thing, wrapping a bandana around her head and piercing her lips with it to seal her silence. The bandana tasted foul, but she couldn’t do anything. Her mouth began to drool. Her back ached as they shoved her outside. She hoped that someone would see them and rescue her, but she stumbled along between them until she heard a door open and she was inside again. It wasn’t her house; it smelled differently. Her chest rose and fell as she struggled to breathe.

William heard the men in the other room and knew it was time. Two soldiers came out of nowhere and stood in the living room next to Liam. “Seize him. Take him to the dungeon and make sure he’s securely bound. I have a feeling he’s not going to be happy with what he sees.” William laughed when he saw the frightened look on Liam’s face as the two soldiers manhandled him roughly. Liam sputtered out cries of despair, but the men were adept at what they did, and they came prepared. One of them slapped his face as he would do to an errant female prisoner and rocked it from one side to the other. Liam tried to raise his hands in protest and protect himself, but he was a slim man and too used to the fine life to be much of a man.

“Wait, stop,” Liam cried out as Lord William left the room when Liam was confronted by the two men. He saw stars when he was slapped, shocking his senses of morality. How could they do such a thing to a man of my stature? He couldn’t fight them off as they dragged him from the chair, his glass of wine dropped to the floor and shattered, staining the lovely rug with the red wine. His nose began to bleed as they slammed him onto the floor, his face shoved hard into the unyielding floor. One man stepped on the small of his back as he grabbed both of his wrists and pulled his arms behind him. He cried out in pain, fearing that they would break them, his shoulders strained as his back was arched unnaturally backward. His head rose up, but it was from the pain of the excruciating position. The soldier dug his boot in his back on purpose, as he twisted his arms until every muscle felt as though they would tear. He cried out in pain, but the soldiers laughed.

The soldier folded both of Liam’s arms around each other in the small of his back. The rope laced around them, starting at the wrists and moved up, encircling them in a band of rope all the way to the elbows. He cinched it so tight that he got a groan from Liam. He’d soon feel his arms grow numb from the tight rope, bound together in the small of his back.

Liam continued to cry out in pain and despair, but the soldiers ignored him and continued to bind him. His arms ached, but now, they worked on his legs. First, his ankles were bound tightly, but like his arms, the soldier ran the rope around his legs all the way up past his knees to his thighs. The thick rope dug into every inch of his legs, feeling as though he was sewn into a leather blanket. “No; what are you doing?” He cried out in shame as the soldier flipped him on his back, his arms trapped painfully beneath him, but it was the shameful way the soldier touched him that brought out his latest indignation. A rope was wrapped around his belly until he couldn’t take a big breath, but then, the soldier’s hand slid between Liam’s legs, touching him in a place that no other man should touch. He pushed the rope between his legs; they flipped him over, and he felt the rope slip up between his cheeks until it was drawn tightly under the rope around his waist. The soldier yanked it tight, and Liam felt his cock and balls trapped beneath the rope. His balls ached, but the soldier wasn’t through yet. Another rope was tied to his waist, and the soldier slid it between Liam’s legs again; this time, his hand searched, his balls handled rudely by the man until the rope was drawn between his legs once again and bound tight. The pain in his crotch increased, his balls trapped between the two ropes and pinched harshly. His whole body was encased in the painful embrace of the cruel rope. He didn’t understand why the soldiers did this to him.

A soldier grabbed him and threw him over his shoulder. They took him down the stairs to the special room Lord William had built. He knew what it was for and hoped one day he’d be allowed to guard it and he could watch what happened. He found the chair that Lord William wanted Liam seated on. It was a large, wooden chair, but it was bolted to the floor. He dropped Liam to the chair, pushed him back against the wooden slats, and pinned his arms behind him. A rope was thrown around the chair and Liam’s ribcage and tightened so he couldn’t move or escape. One final thing, the soldier grabbed his ankles and threaded a rope that hung from the ceiling and knotted it to the ropes on his ankles. He pulled the end of the rope as the pulley slid easily and the soldier soon had his legs rise up higher. He didn’t stop until Liam’s ass barely touched the seat of the chair. His legs were pulled up as though he was a lamb ready for slaughter. He approved of his handiwork; the rope that cut through his crotch had pulled his pants tight. The outline of his balls was clearly visible beneath his tightly stretched pants. He had done a good job trapping them, sure that they were painfully clenched, and Liam’s balls would be extremely vulnerable. The slightest tap of them would surely bring excruciating pain.

Liam struggled to breathe; the ropes around him were so tight that his lungs couldn’t expand enough. His breathing was ragged as he took the short breaths that the ropes allowed, feeling dizzy from not enough air. He was in a basement, the walls barren stones, drips of water ran down from the dampness. Torches blazed on the walls, but the heat only made the dampness more stifling. Liam’s clothes began to grow wet with sweat. He couldn’t move his body the slightest, but it was his crotch that suffered the most. The ropes cut into his cock and trapped his balls in their cruel embrace. He tried to squirm, as best as he could, but it did nothing to relieve the ache between his legs. At least the soldiers left him alone in the room. He looked around the room; across from the chair he was bound in were an upholstered chair and a fine wooden table that looked out of place in such a barren room. On the table was a decanter of wine and a single wine glass. There were four cells in the far back of the room, fearing that he’d be confined here without anyone knowing of his whereabouts. His only salvation was that Bridget was safe at home. There were other pieces of furniture in the room, but they were covered in black shrouds of silk. Along the wall were cabinets of wood, all of them closed to conceal their contents. He heard the large door creak open and the sound of footsteps on the wooden stairs.

William saw the look on Liam’s face, torn between fear and loathing. His men had trussed him up nicely, and he couldn’t help but notice his vulnerability. It would come in handy to force Bridget to submit or subject her father to painful torment in a place that she barely understood. William sat on the chair and poured himself a glass of wine. He noticed that Liam had already learned obedience, not saying a word in anger or question. He took a sip before he said a word, this wine better, from France. “I hope my men have made you comfortable, Liam.”

“I’m sorry for whatever I have done to get into your bad graces, Lord de Barry,” Liam sensing his danger. If he could get loose, he’d make him pay, but for now, he’d have to grovel.

“I doubt that, Liam, but you will soon find yourself sorrier. We have a visitor if my ears hear me correctly.” He heard the heavy boots come down the stairs, but it was only his imagination of the soft patter of a petit woman’s feet, sure that his guards had her off the ground to bring her down the stairs. “Welcome our visitor, Liam.” He watched his face and saw his eyes open wide and his face etched in terror when he saw his daughter, trussed up with her young breasts almost spilled from her dress as her arched back thrust them out lewdly.

“Bridget, are you okay?” He shouted out with a worried voice but saw that she couldn’t speak. Her arms were bound behind her and he saw the way they cruelly tied them. He tried not to look at the way the ropes forced her white breasts to almost spill out of the dress. Tears ran down her face, but there were only muffled cries from her lips behind the gag. He turned to Lord William. “Do what you want with me, but release my daughter. She’s done nothing to you.”

William’s hand went to his trousers when he saw her in order to straighten his growing erection. He had caught a glimpse of her in passing, but she was more beautiful than expected. Her fine brown hair hung down below her breasts, pushed to the side for now, but his imagination could see it hiding her naked breasts. Her skin was white and smooth; sure, it was soft like a baby’s skin. She might only be nineteen, but she possessed the body of a woman. Her breasts were firm and alluring, and he couldn’t help but notice tiny bumps that appeared beneath her dress, sure that Bridget had perky nipples. The dress was long and covered most of her legs, but it hugged her full, womanly hips. With a nod from his head, the guards turned her so he could admire her firm, proud ass, her dress stretched so exotically across her tight buttocks. They turned her back, and he saw her skin turn pink in shame. She knew why they turned her.

“I can easily do what I want with you, Liam, as you see now. You’re trussed up like a cow ready for slaughter, but that would be too easy. I’ve seen your lovely daughter, and I think it would be more painful to you to see her degrading demise.”

“Leave her be; she’s pure.” He hoped he could reason to William’s sensibilities as a gentleman.

“That’s why I chose her. I’m going to enjoy all her charms. Not only that, but she’ll willingly submit to my lust, and you’ll get to watch every degrading and perverted act we’ll commit.” He smiled as his cock strained to be free of the tight confines of his trousers. He knew it would be a long process, no need to hurry. Each day would bring more pleasure to him and shame to her and her father.

Bridget was stunned by what he said. Her situation grew perilous, but no matter what he said, she’d not submit to him, especially in front of her father. It was such a perverted idea. How could a gentleman even consider such a dastardly deed? She could only shake her head in denial and murmur incoherently.

“I’ll kill you,” Liam spat out angrily, no thought of his demise, only the degrading things that Lord William would do to his pure daughter.

“I like that anger in you, Liam. I’m sure that I’ll get more out of you as Bridget and I get acquainted. I love the thought of you seeing your chaste daughter in a new light. Now, I want you to meet someone. You can call him Dr. Philip. He has very special talents. He is well versed in a woman’s body, even more than a woman is. He can make a woman crave, not only pleasure, but also pain until she cannot distinguish any difference between them. He’ll soon have her virginal body crying out in unexpected pleasure in front of you, and then, he’ll have her begging for me to take her with my mighty weapon and show her all that she has missed with her chaste life. Together, we’ll shame her with perverted and degrading acts, but she’ll find pleasure where she didn’t expect it to be and in places that she never fathomed. Instead of you suffering under harsh punishment, it is Bridget that will be subject to such painful indignities for you to watch and feel her suffering.” William laughed loudly in the room as his bellow bounced off the rock walls and echoed his threats.





Chapter 4


Bridget, so Vulnerable



Dr. Philip looked the part, dressed in a black shirt and trousers, his body firm and muscular, more than most doctors. Two men walked behind him, not like the other guards, but every bit as formidable. Bridget looked at all of them in fear. Not only her father, but also Lord William, the doctor and two other men would see her disgraced. She had no idea what they’d do to her, but she knew it would be distasteful. Her innocence would be taken from her in a cruel display for all to see. She’d no longer be pure for her future husband.

“She’s a lovely creature, Lord William. This will be a pleasure for both of us.” Philip couldn’t draw his eyes away from her, but he saw the bound man in the chair. He smiled at the way he was bound. “Her father?”

“Yes, I thought he might like to watch.”

“At least he wouldn’t be shamed at getting hard watching his daughter ravished. You made excellent work of his groin with the ropes.”

“I thought a whip on his balls might make Bridget more willing, though I’d enjoy whipping her more. I can only imagine that soft white flesh beneath a rod or whip. It tends to make a woman more pliable, especially when her more feminine parts are visited with the instrument.”

Bridget couldn’t believe they talked as if she and her father weren’t in the room, speaking of the atrocities they would commit on them. If she could only speak.

“Have a seat for a minute, Lord William, so Bridget and I can get more acquainted.”

Bridget tried to move back, but she found another man behind her, and she was stopped by his large body pressed against her. She felt the shameful touch of his hard organ pushed into her buttocks, but she feared more the doctor that stood in front of her. His black eyes stared at her face. She was trapped between them as the doctor’s hand reached up to her face. She cringed when he touched her, but she’d expected his touch to be harsh, not the soft touch of his fingers as they lightly brushed across her cheek.

“Such soft skin, Bridget; it’d be a shame to mar it.” His hand felt her smooth skin, like silk, her green eyes shone back her fear as her lower lip trembled. His finger moved lower to trace across the edge of her lips. “Remove the gag; I think we’ll require Bridget’s mouth soon enough.” The gag was quickly taken off and Philip saw her chest fill with air, heaving exotically. Her pink tongue snuck out her mouth and wet her dry lips. Philip’s cock rose to the occasion at the thought of his cock in that sweet, virgin mouth. His finger returned to her lips; this time, he had free access to them. She shivered in fear, but she didn’t turn her head away as he explored her soft, wet lips. “I’m sure your mouth inspired many a man, Bridget.”

She felt his touch on her lips, but she couldn’t do anything to stop him, still bound painfully. She didn’t understand his statement, why would her mouth inspire men? She knew enough not to say a word, trapped between two men that could overpower her with ease. She couldn’t look at her father, already feeling her chest flushed with heated shame. She tried to push back when she saw his hand move down her chin and run over her neck. She feared where it was going, her chest pushed out lewdly, her naked cleavage revealed too much to his prying eyes. The man behind her pushed harder against her, and she felt the shudder that ran through his organ as it slid along her buttocks so obscenely. She froze, not wanting to move and make his organ grow more excited, but she had to suffer the fondling fingers that moved down to her upper chest. “No, don’t,” she cried out in defiance as his finger slid in her deep cleavage. It would be easier to protest if his touch was cruel or clenching, but his finger lightly touched her skin as it ran up and down the deep divide. It was almost a caress, if she had consented. She fought her nipples as they began to spring to life just as she made them do in the privacy of her bed at night. I don’t want this, why do they grow aroused? She feared that he would touch the tips and find her shameful secret.

There was no doubt that there were two little nubs that began to grow beneath his touch. His fingers became bolder, moving the edge of her dress out of the way to expose more of the firm white globes of her breasts. The man behind her pushed into her ass and made her stand up tall, her breasts jutted out so conveniently. “I’m going to uncover your breasts now, Bridget.” He saw her face and chest turned red in shame, her lip quivered as she bit it.

She looked down as his fingers moved over the swell of her breasts, the first time any man had ever touched them. These were older men, not the man she expected to find as her first lover. They were here to abuse her, to take her, yet she trembled in fear and lust. She couldn’t look into his face, staring at his fingers as they slowly peeled back the edge of her dress. She hated that she wore such a low-cut dress that revealed so much, making it easy to bare her breasts. She felt the soft material of her dress rub over her naked breasts, moving closer to her hardened nipples, fearing what it would feel like when the material ran over the tips. She heard the material begin to rip, knowing that he couldn’t expose her without tearing it. His hands were powerful and the material was no match for his strength. More of it ripped open, her breasts revealed from her deep cleavage to almost the tips.

He couldn’t wait any longer, teasing his cock too much. He slipped his hand inside one side of her dress until he felt a hard nipple press into the palm of his hand.

“EEEEHHH, NOOOOO!” She cried out when she felt his hand engulf her naked breast. Her nipple felt like a rock as it pushed into his palm. Her dress tore beneath his hand as it tightened on her breast and squeezed it. She never felt anything like it before. Not even her hand had brought her such excitement. It wasn’t just pleasure, but the fear of the unknown made her body shudder in unexpected feelings that rippled through her body.

He loved the feel of her firm, soft breast beneath his hand, but he grew eager. He pulled his hand out of her dress, but ripped the bodice until one breast spilled free. It stood up hard and tall, the white breast tipped with a pink nipple and surrounded by a big, brown areola. He tore the other side of the dress until both of her breasts were bared; his finger plucked out her other breast like an exotic fruit. He stared into her eyes as his fingers sought out her nipples.

Her breasts sprung free as they swung and moved gently from her slightest movement as they were freed of the constraints. Her skin grew flushed and hot as she looked down as his hands pushed her dress aside in haste to expose her. She watched as his fingers lifted her dangling tips, shivering from the tormenting caress on such a sensitive place. “No, please, no,” but the temperament of her voice wasn’t convincing. He began to toy with her nipples, so skillful as he twirled, teased, and provoked the tips into such hardness. The room was damp, she sweated, and her chest glistened with perspiration, unable to control her breathing as the doctor so expertly fondled her nipples. It was such a delightful feeling, his skilled fingers circled each of her nipples, and she saw the tips of his fingers dig into the sensitive aureoles. She felt tiny bumps on them as his long, sharp fingers ran so delicately along the edges and sent shivers of pleasures to the deep depth of her breasts. “AAAAHH!” She cried out when his fingers flicked across the hardened stubs of her nipples. It was harsher, but all she felt was pleasure when his hard fingernails slapped them with a loud thud. She hadn’t expected this. She expected him to be cruel, not to fondle her, as a lover would do.

“Do you like that, Bridget?” He pinched her nipples as he heard a soft moan from her lips. He released her breasts and stood aside. “Such beauties, Lord William. Would you like to touch and fondle them?” He saw Liam try to look away. He walked over next to him as William stood up and moved to the side of Bridget. He wanted to make sure that Liam saw everything William did to his virginal daughter. Philip saw the riding crop next to Liam where William had placed it. He picked it up and swung it before Liam could say anything. Liam’s first clue was the loud thud as the riding crop hit him, and then, there was the high-pitched scream from Liam’s lips as he felt the excruciating pain when the crop hit his trapped balls. Unable to escape, trapped between the ropes, the crop took its toll when it slapped the delicate and fragile balls. Phillip loved the agony on Liam’s face, sure that it felt like his balls were shoved deep into his belly. “Don’t look away, or I’ll hit them harder next time,” Philip warned him. He saw Liam look toward his daughter, but when he saw William’s hands reach out to fondle her lush breasts, he tried to avert his eyes. All it took was another tap with the crop, this time not too hard, but it was enough to make his eyes go back to gaze at his daughter’s naked breasts.

“Untie her arms,” William told the guard. It took a few minutes, but they finally took all the rope off her arms. William smiled as her hands came up and cupped her naked breasts to shield them from his prying eyes as if that would do any good. He gave her a minute to rub her wrists while trying to contain her naked breasts from his eyes.

She was thankful that they took the ropes off. She straightened her back, trying to get the cramps out of her shoulder muscles from the cruel bondage. She still cupped her naked breasts beneath her hands, feeling the shameful hard nipples push into her skin, and Lord William stood in front of her but made no attempt to touch her as the doctor had done. She didn’t say a word, but the man behind her moved and forced her hips forward as he slid his hard organ over her cheeks again. He rubbed her shamefully with his organ, but she didn’t dare defy him.

“Put your hands behind your neck and lock your fingers, Bridget.” William had a big smirk on his face as he said it. “I won’t tell you again,” he warned her when she didn’t move. He nodded to Philip.

“OOOOOWWW!” Liam cried out in a high-pitched voice, his balls whipped once again, this time harder. It felt like they were crushed beneath the crop, the ropes pushed them together and left them so vulnerable.

“I’m not sure how long your father can stand having his balls whipped. They are sensitive, and eventually, the whip will rupture them. I’ve been told that it is excruciating, and there’s not that much that can be done to make them better again.”

Bridget saw the tears on her father’s cheeks and the look of pain etched on his face. She knew he was in pain, and the doctor held the crop, ready to strike him again. She couldn’t make her father suffer because of her. Her hands reluctantly rose up, uncovering her breasts for all to see. She put her hands behind her neck, remembering to lock her fingers together.

“Push your elbows to the side,” William prompted her. His eyes went to her breasts. The position of her arms lifted them up higher. He stared at two full and firm breasts, with jutting nipples that were big and hard. Philip had made them hard with his expert fondling, but the fear had also aroused them. Her upper body was naked, glistening with sweat as the torches’ light flickered over the skin to make it gleam.

“Watch her,” Philip tapped Liam’s balls again to make him look up.

“Hold still for me, Bridget,” he warned her.

Her body was red in shame as the man behind her looked over her shoulder so he could gaze at her naked breasts, his organ jerked and shudder in pleasure against her buttocks from his excitement. Her legs barely held her up, trembling in fear as she saw Lord William’s hands move toward her breasts. His fingers cupped her breasts, not harshly, but as though he was weighed them in his hands. He made them jiggle shamefully as though they were toys to play with. She froze when she saw his fingers move to her nipples. The man behind her pushed his fist into the small of her back, forcing her to arch her back once again and present her naked breasts up to his fondling hands. “Nooo,” she cried out when his fingers ran lightly over the roused tips to send shudders of pleasure deep into her breasts. She pushed her breasts forward more; wanting to feel his fingers touch them harder, pinch them, shamed that she found pleasure when she should have found disgust. Lord William’s fingers began to tighten on her nipples, not hard at first, but then, he began to twist them. It didn’t hurt; at least, it didn’t feel like it did. He pulled up on her nipples, and Bridget soon found herself on her toes, her firm, young breasts pulled up lewdly, her nipples stretched and clamped by his powerful fingers. “NNNNOOO,” she cried out, her hands moved as she tried to push away his head. He leaned over, and she felt his hot breath blow on her nipples and knew that it would be his mouth that would engulf them. She couldn’t let her father see him suckle her nipples.

“OOOOWWW!” Liam’s pitiful cry rang out in the room, and Bridget surrendered, her hands clasped behind her neck. Lord William’s hand cupped one of her breasts and squeezed it until all the blood rushed to the hardened tip. She held her breath, but she couldn’t stop the gasp from her lips when his hot, wet lips touched her nipple. They were soft, but they encased the tip in his mouth, and then, she felt his tongue work over the tip like it was a paintbrush, back and forth to torment it with such pleasure. It felt like her nipple was going to explode, the blood pounded in the tip so hard.

William worked over both of her breasts, with his mouth and his fingers; never deserted her nipples for long. He felt them swell up, heard Bridget’s rapid breathing, and felt her heaving chest beneath his mouth. Not even when he dug his teeth into the large areolas and scratched them back and forth could dampen her growing lust. It was as if he unleashed something inside her that had long wanted to get out. Did her father constrain her too much? Was she revolting by growing aroused as he watched?

When he finally pulled away from her nipples, they were so big and swollen, the slightest breeze on them made them pucker harder. They glistened with his spit, and she saw teeth marks on her white breasts, yet she didn’t realize that he’d bit her. She clenched her thighs together, feeling the dampness grow. She thought she’d suffer from what he said he’d do to her, yet that wasn’t the case. She wished she hated it as much as she thought she should. Then, she heard the words that shocked her back to reality.

“Take off your dress, Bridget.” William’s smirk went from ear to ear as he saw the look on her face. Her sensibilities were thrown out with his demand. He waited, but she stood there defiantly. He picked up the large, wooden ruler next to his chair. “I think it’s time for you to take your own punishment, instead of your father. I’m going to whip you ten times with this ruler for your disobedience.”

“No, you can’t,” she shouted out, but he slapped the hard ruler in his palm, and the noise rang out loudly. She could almost feel it stinging her skin.

“That’s twenty now, Bridget. I’m going to enjoy this. Now take off your dress.” He hoped that she’d defy him once again.

“Don’t make me do that,” she cried out as tears fell from her eyes to stain her cheeks. She couldn’t let all these men see her naked. She knew that once she lost her clothes, she’d also lose her innocence.

“Take it off, or I’ll have my two men rip it off you. They’ll enjoy doing that, and I won’t be able to stop them from molesting you with their hands. They can be cruel.”

“No, no, I’ll do it, wait,” she begged. She felt the man behind her start to move, fearing what they would do to her.

“Don’t do it, Bridget,” Liam yelled out, but his shrill cry was the next thing he said as Philip quickly quashed his words when he smashed his balls with the riding crop. He did it hard and was sure that there wouldn’t be any further outbursts by him.

“Don’t hurt him, I’ll do it,” she responded when she saw the pained look on her father’s face. The dress was already torn almost to her waist. She found it difficult to find the row of buttons in the front, the dress in tatters. She started to unbutton them as all the men watched her. Her fingers trembled as she opened each of the pearl buttons. She’d loved this dress, but now, it was ripped and a grim reminder of what the men had subjected her to. She finally opened all the buttons and drew it aside, exposing her chemise. She brushed the dress off her shoulders, and it fell to the floor. She couldn’t look at her father, knowing he was forced to look at her.

“That chemise is very lovely, but take it off. Hurry now or it’ll be another ten,” he warned her.

She had no choice; the top of the chemise was torn, so she pushed it down over her hips. At least she had on a white undergarment, but she feared that would be the next to go. She stood back up; her almost-naked body trembled as the men stared at her.

“Bring it over here, that one in the corner,” William instructed two of men. They picked it up; in spite of their large physiques; they strained, with the heavy object, still shrouded in the black cloth. It slammed heavily on the floor in front of Liam so he’d have a good view of everything that transpired. William watched Bridget’s eyes grow big in fear when she saw it. He took the black cloth off it slowly, teasing her until it fell to the ground.

She didn’t know what it was for, but she feared it. It was made of heavy, roughhewn wood. It stood about waist high. In the center was a polished, round piece of wood that ran the width of it, secured with iron bolts into thick wood beams that rose vertically on each side. Thick, wooden beams pushed out from the top of the center beams, two in front and two in back. The sloping beams were at an angle until they touched the floor in front and back at least three feet from the center beams. Another crossbeam connected the beams on the floor to give them support. What scared her most were the leather straps attached to ropes at the two farthest points on the floor. “Pllleasse, noooo,” she cried as she couldn’t hold back the tears that fell from her eyes.

“I told you that you’d be punished. Cooperate or it’ll be worse.” He took her hand. “Over here so I can get you into position.”

His touch was gentle as though they were lovers, but the device that was before her was something sinister. All the men looked at her as she walked over to it; their eyes stared at the gentle sway of her naked breasts and her long, almost-naked legs. The other men gathered in front of it while Lord William stopped her behind it.

Philip came over to help them, knowing it was easier if they did it fast before she could fathom how vulnerable she’d become. The leather straps were connected to iron bolts by thick rope. The men in front brought the straps closer to the center beam, ready to capture her wrists.

“Stand there, Bridget, and don’t move,” William warned her.

“Don’t do it, Bridget, don’t let them tie you up like me!” Liam yelled out the warning, but Bridget was frozen in the spot by fear. She was overpowered by four men and her father couldn’t do anything to stop them.

She looked down as if it were happening to someone else as Lord William and Dr. Philip knelt at her ankles. She felt their hands take possession of her ankles, grabbing them with one hand as she felt the cold leather straps encircle her ankles. They threaded the ends through the buckle until it grew tight, but not too tight, not like what they had done with the ropes they used on her arms. It wasn’t bad yet, she could move her legs. They moved over to the edge of the beams, and she saw them grab the end of the ropes, one on each side.

“We’re going to pull on the ropes, Bridget. You’ll have to spread your legs. Don’t fight it; it’ll do you no good.” William couldn’t stop the big smile on his face; he’d soon have her bound and spread for him.

The ropes pulled gently, so she shuffled her feet along the cold, hard floor. It was only a bit, then more, but they didn’t stop. They continued to pull on the rope as it yanked her ankles. Her legs spread wider, and she began to fear how far they would go. Her crotch began to open; her undergarment barely covered her, and she feared that they would open her legs too wide. “That’s enough,” she begged, but they didn’t stop. Even when she didn’t slide her feet, they continued to pull until she had to move by sheer force or fall. She didn’t think they’d ever stopped, her legs forced so wide that her crotch ached from being split up the middle. She never felt as vulnerable as she was now.

“All the way to the side beams. Really wide, you can do it.” William coaxed her until her legs were spread lewdly. He stared at her brief undergarment, barely able to contain her flesh. He tied off the rope and so did Philip. He stood up. His hand slid over her naked back, slippery with sweat. “Now, you’re going to have to reach over, Bridget; let me help you so you don’t fall.” Philip grabbed her other wrist, and they both pulled her arms forward until the two guards could grab them on the other side of the round bar that rose waist high. They began to pull her arms forward as William steadied her leaning body. She couldn’t do much with her legs bound except lean over the bar.

She felt the cold wooden bar touch her just about her hips but below her waist. They didn’t stop; Lord William urged her to lean over deeper as Bridget struggled not to fall. Two men pulled her arms out in front of her as they began to run the ropes through the rings on the floor in front of her.

“Get up a bit higher, so the bar doesn’t cut you up the middle,” William urged her to get higher onto her toes. “Yes, that’s it; now, we’re going to bend you over. Don’t worry; you wouldn’t fall. We’ll be finished in a minute.” The two men already secured the ropes to the rings and tied them tight. William and the other men stepped back to admire their handiwork. He stepped out of the way so Liam could see his daughter.

The blood rushed to her head as it was lower than the middle of her body. Her arms were spread like her legs, but they didn’t ache as much. The bar cut across her hips and forced her bottom to stick up. She could feel her undergarment pulled tightly across her buttocks.

Her heavy breasts hung down and swayed enticingly beneath her body. They were quite accessible. Her body was stretched, every muscle in her arms and legs were taut and bulging. Her shapely legs were spread wide; her thighs trembled from the enforced position. Her out-thrust buttocks were pushed up. As soon as William rid her of her undergarment, all of her virginal charms would be exposed. “Your daughter is a lovely creature, don’t you think, Liam?”

He picked up the riding crop and swiped his nuts before he could say a word. “Just watch, Liam; it’ll get interesting now. One more task to take care of, and then, Dr. Philip can work his magic on Bridget.”

She didn’t know what he meant, but she felt his hand on her naked back, but it didn’t stop there. It slid lower down, and she soon felt it on the swell of her buttocks. He began to caress her buttocks, making her clench them tight, but that did nothing to deter him. He explored her buttocks, gentle at first, but then, he began to pinch her buttocks, making her jerk up, but the ropes held her tight. It felt like her buttocks were bruised where he pinched her even after his fingers pulled away. His hand continued down her buttocks to touch her thighs. She couldn’t stop her thigh muscles from trembling as she tried to close her legs, but the ropes held her spread wide. It finally dawned on her that she’d lose her innocence before he was done with her. She began to sob softly. His fingers traced up her thighs and almost touched her sex, but then, they moved away. His hand moved back to her buttocks; this time, his finger was more determined to slide along her crack as she tried to clench her cheeks and protect her treasures, but it didn’t do any good. His finger traced up her crack and touched her in a place that shouldn’t be touched by any man.

William picked up a small knife. “Hold still so I don’t cut you by accident, but I need to get that undergarment off you.”

“No, not that; don’t make me naked!” Her voice rose loudly to protest, but she felt the prick of a knife on her buttock and then heard the shameful sound of the knife as it sliced through the fragile garment. It didn’t take long before she felt the tension come out of the garment, and then, his hands began to pull it away. She felt the last piece slide between her legs and rub harshly along her slit as he yanked it out. When his hand returned, she sobbed louder as he touched her naked buttocks. She saw the men go behind her, knowing they could see everything. Her body turned a bright red in shame, naked for the first time in front of men, strangers.

Now, her virginal body was completely exposed. The wide spread of her legs left her wide open. Her pussy opened up in spite of being a virgin, the puffy lips pulled back to reveal the shiny, pink inner skin. William imagined he could see inside the dark hole that was partially revealed. Her fine brown hair outlined her slit, and with her ass thrust up so high, everything was visible. Her full buttocks were clenched tight, but they could do little to hide her crack. Her crack rose until it got to a tiny, wrinkled brown hole nestled in a sea of white flesh. “Very nice, Bridget. We can see everything you have to offer.”

“Let me, then you can begin whipping her. I want her nice and sensitive.” Dr. Philip was ready to show her the pleasures she had missed.

“I feel bad; Bridget is naked, and we’re fully dressed.” William was eager to release his cock from his tight trousers.

“Please, cover me, please,” she begged, crying louder.

“I was thinking we might get naked, too, so you’ll feel comfortable.” His hands already began to undress.

It got worse as the four men began to take off their clothes. They almost ripped them off in haste. She tried to turn away, but Lord William yanked her hair up and forced her to look at them. The two soldiers were younger and muscular. They stripped off their shirts, and their chests bristled with rippling muscles. They pulled down their trousers, revealing they wore pouches that covered their genitals, but it could do little to cover them. The pouch bulged out, and although Bridget never saw a grown man’s organ, she never expected it to be that big or thick. Beneath their bulge were heavy sacks that hung down, bigger than the bulge on her father that they whipped. Lord William and the doctor were older, but they weren’t fat. They stripped off their clothes, and the men stood in front of her, their hands reached down and rubbed their hardness as if to tease her.

Philip knelt next to her and whispered to her. “Relax and let it happen, Bridget; I’m going to make you feel good. I’m going to make you have an orgasm in front of all these men and your father. You won’t be able to resist my touch. I know just where and how to touch a woman to give her pleasure.”

She felt his hand on her unprotected breasts, jiggling them gently as she shivered in fear. All the men watched as the doctor touched her. Her skin was pink and flushed in shame, but the minute his hands rose and scratched at her swollen nipples, they sprung to painful hardness. If he’d been cruel and crushed her breasts, she could’ve resisted, but he was gentle, teasing her nipples; his fingers went around and around to circle the tips until they begged to be touched. Finally, his fingers touched her upturned nipples, feeling the pleasure as he toyed with them, his thumb and forefinger gently worked the two peaks into such stiffness. Bridget’s hands clenched into fist, trembling in fear that he was correct and he’d give her pleasure as she did in her own bed. “Don’t shame me like this,” she begged, but she didn’t even convince herself.

“I’m going to make you cum for me, Bridget; not only once, but twice, three times, maybe more. You have such a virginal body that’s been denied too long.” He looked into her eyes to see the growing pleasure build in her body.

Bound and stripped naked, she had no choice. Bridget couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through her body from his touch. Her face was flushed, and her breathing was hurried with excitement as the doctor played with her breasts so expertly. He looked at her with an evil glint in his eyes, knowing that he enjoyed forcing her to have pleasure in front of the men, in front of her father. “No, not there,” she cried out in panic when one hand released her nipple and slid down behind her. It started on her naked buttocks to slide unopposed over her trembling flesh. His fingers moved down behind her, between her legs to touch the soft skin of her thighs as her muscles trembled and clenched as if she could close her legs. “AAAAHHHHH!” It shocked her when his fingers touched her sex from behind. She felt a surge of heat and wetness that she couldn’t explain.

“Arch your ass up higher for me; offer up your cunt for my touch.” His hand found her pussy wet, and ran his fingers along the puffy lips of her pussy from the back all the way to the top. His fingers pushed into the soft pubic hairs to pull out errant hairs as her body jerked in pain. He never pushed between her lips, but teased her first. His fingers moved back, over the tiny, sensitive skin of her perineum and then up the moist fissure of her buttocks.

Bridget panicked once again when his finger became too bold to slide along her buttocks and in between the deep divide of her cheeks. “NOOO, nottt theerre,” but she couldn't do anything but bounce in the tight bondage as his fingers moved closer, until she felt the muscles in her anus go into uncontrollable spasms. The finger circled the tight knot of her anus, Bridget’s body was so tense, afraid that he’d be too bold and penetrate her in such a filthy place.

While one hand milked her nipple, his other hand returned to her pussy. This time, his fingers found the tight slit and slid inside. He ran his finger along the slick, smooth flesh of her inner lips as he heard the sharp intake of her breath. “Your pussy is wet for me, Bridget.”

He fondled her pussy and stroked her in places that no man had ever touched. She couldn’t contain the wetness that his finger provoked as it slid up and down to stroke her wet slit and the full lips of her pussy. “I’m a virgin!” She shouted out in protest when his finger went down to the tight, virginal opening of her pussy. She felt his finger push in just the slightest as her tight muscles fought to keep the intruder out. His finger was insistent to push against the fragile barrier of her hymen, stretching it, threatening to tear it with his finger. She felt relief when his finger pulled out, but then, it moved up her slit again, this time with two fingers, one on each side and they more urgently stroked her up and down. She felt his forefinger and thumb spread apart the lips of her pussy.

“Look how wet and pink she is,” Philip stated so clinically as the three men moved so they could see better. Philip spread her wider, using more fingers to pull her full lips back further until they stretched wide.

No matter how much they shamed her, she couldn’t stop the pleasure that raced through her body as his finger tickled the damp, hot lips of her pussy. She felt his oily, probing fingers touch her everywhere, except for one. “Pleassee,” she begged, her body in turmoil.

“I know what you want, Bridget. Is this it?” He felt her body quiver when his finger rolled up her slit until he found her pleasure button. He wasn’t surprised to find it hard. He ran the tip of his finger over the end of it, teasing it back and forth, as Bridget’s body shook in pleasure. “Yes, that’s what you want, Bridget, you want to cum for me.”

“OOHH,” she moaned loudly, her body on edge, unable to control her pleasure as the doctor drove her lust. His finger knew just what to do; first, it rubbed the head of her button, then he used two fingers to squeeze it, gently at first, but then, he became more insistent, to pull the nub from her body, and stretch it, as she never did before. She couldn’t believe the pleasure she got from it. His hand on her nipple did the same thing, stretching and twisting it. Bridget felt like her pleasure button and nipple were connected.

He had her ride his maddening fingers for long minutes; sticking his nails into the soft, nerve-rich flesh of her nipple did nothing to dull her pleasure; in fact, he suspected that a little bit of pain sent her higher. His finger rubbed her clit until it was too much for her.

“AAAAAWWWWW!” Her high-pitched scream rang out in the room as she bucked to her first climax. She felt her juices flowing abundantly, staining Dr. Philip’s hand with her pleasure. She never felt anything like it; her head exploded and her body shook in uncontrollable spasm of pure lust. She was forced to cum by a man, and she couldn’t do anything but enjoy all the pleasure that raced through her body.

William was impressed with Philip’s skills. Bridget thrashed violently as she came while being masturbated by him. For a virgin, she was very amorous; stripped, and bound before four men, yet she squealed in a frenzied climax. She hung there bound, her body exhausted, covered with a sexual sheen of sweat. “It’s good that you enjoyed yourself.” William looked at Liam, still forced to watch his daughter in a sexual dance of pleasure, naked and bound. “Your father was impressed.” William stroked his cock. “So was I, but now, it’s time for your punishment.

“No, leave me alone, look at what you did to me, the shame you gave me. Isn’t that enough?” She saw her father’s face and turned away.

William turned her tear-stained face towards him. “It’ll be over soon enough, Bridget, and then Dr. Philip will give you pleasure again. You’ll make our cocks very happy with your screams,” he said sadistically.

She didn’t understand why her screams would make them excited. She saw the wooden ruler in Lord William’s hand. It was formidable in length and thickness, made out of hard wood. He’d slapped it on his hand, and the report rang out in the room. She could almost feel it on her body instead of his palm. She jerked violently as she felt the ruler slash across the back of her thighs. It made a dull thud, but the pain was sharp and acute. Her piercing scream bounced off the stone walls. It felt like she was branded with a hot iron.

William had slashed her flesh indiscriminately, but now, he’d take more time to work over every inch of her flesh systematically. The ruler wouldn’t leave any permanent scars, for she was too beautiful to mar, but it would leave red welts and be uncomfortable for a short time. He saw the way her buttocks twitched and her thighs trembled in fear. Her lovely ass was pushed up so conveniently.

“Thwack!”

“NNNOO!” She cried out as the force of the ruler indented her buttock and made it quiver and jiggle in pain. The spot burned in pain.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

William was slow and precise as he slashed the ruler across her firm, white buttocks from top to bottom, each red mark parallel to the last one.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“NNNO, OOOWWW!” The fresh cries came from her mouth as she bucked and squirmed from the growing pain that raced through her buttocks. It felt like the flesh was torn, each blow brought a new spot that burned in agonizing pain.

William stroked his cock with one hand while he whipped her with the ruler with the other hand. He got such pleasure from her screams, drawing the most exquisite pain to her bent over body.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!”

He paused in between the strokes, but she knew he wasn’t finished. Her screams subsided for seconds until he returned to find new fresh flesh to pummel with the cruel ruler.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

She whimpered between screams after each blow, unable to breathe, her heart raced, her bottom in such pain. He worked over her thighs now, not just the backs, but also the inside where the flesh was so tender. The ruler moved higher up her thighs, feeling the air blowing on her naked sex as the ruler grew closer.

“Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!” “Thwack!”

“No mmooore, plleassee,” she begged, her words halting as she struggled to absorb all the pain. She’d never been beaten like this in her life, never believing any man would do such a thing to a woman.

“Let me,” Philip eager to show Lord William his abilities to make her feel pleasure in spite of the pain. “I’m sure you can find other places to strike.”

“AAAHH!” She was shocked when she felt a hand between her legs, fearing she’d be struck on her sex, but it was the soft, gentle hand of Dr. Philip that stroked her sex. She saw Lord William move next to her upper body as he bent over, one of his hands cradled her breast and his fingers tickled her nipple. In spite of being beat with the ruler, her nipples were still hard and throbbing. The fingers of Dr. Philip traced along her slit once again, stroking it, making it wetter in spite of what she felt. Her buttocks burned in heated pain, yet she felt her desires return. “No, don’t do that,” she begged, but as soon as his fingers found her pleasure button, she no longer felt that way. He was too experienced, drawing the pleasure out of her body as if she were a trained dog being taught.

“Thud, thud, thud.”

She felt the ruler back; this time, Lord William struck her hanging breasts, not as hard as her buttocks, but he soon had her breast jiggling and swaying beneath the constant blows of the ruler on her soft flesh. Dr. Philip continued to stroke her as Lord William worked her over by striking her breasts. He moved closer to her nipple, but it refused to shrink, hard and throbbing and an easy target for the harsh ruler.

“Thud, thud, thud.”

She didn’t cry out in pain, but that didn’t mean the ruler didn’t hurt. She tried to rationalize it, but it didn’t do any good. He slapped her breasts hard with a ruler, and she found pleasure in her body. She was confused and ashamed at her own behavior.

Dr. Philip showed Bridget his device before he used it on her. He had it made especially for him, made of the finest ivory, and carved to precision. It had a long, slim shaft, but at the end was what looked like a small seashell, about the size of a small grape. The edges of it were scalloped and curled around the bulb. “You’re going to love this.”

Bridget didn’t know what it was or where he’d use it, but she was startled when she felt it between her legs. It pushed into the soft folds of her sex, sliding along her slit to run over the inner lips. The scalloped edges teased her flesh, almost sharp but not painful. It moved higher up, and she knew where it was destined.

Lord William worked over her nipples, slapping the very tips with the ruler. The feelings raced to the depths of her breast, unable to know whether it was pain or pleasure. The ivory rod moved up, pushed, and sought out her pleasure button. She felt the doctor turn it, and it felt like her button was caught up in the scalloped edges and twisted around her button. She couldn’t believe the feelings; it was as though the device rubbed every single spot on her button as it grew bigger and harder. It felt like a sharp fingertip, but it was everywhere, all around her button, rolling it with such determination. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest heaved as the ruler continued to lash out at her nipples with the tap-tap of thuds that rang out. The doctor moved the device down her slit, rolling the grape head all along her soft, inner lips to scrape it so erotically. It should hurt, but it didn’t. She gasped when it went back to her button, rolling it with such pleasure.

“Strike her anus with the ruler while she cums for us,” Philip encouraged William. Her cries soon rang out as William took such care to make sure that the hard ruler hit her anus. Her cheeks clenched erotically, but she couldn’t hide her anus, vulnerable to the harsh slaps of the ruler.

“No, nooo,” she cried out as her body betrayed her once again. The men worked her over, pleasure and pain, confusing her until it all felt good. She knew she’d have another orgasm, and she couldn’t deny the pleasure that raced through her body. Her pleasure button was stroked by that diabolical instrument with such skill as though it knew every pleasurable spot on her body. “AAAAAAHHHH!” She cried out as she came, her body exploded in spite of the ruler still striking her in such a cruel spot. It sent her anus into uncontrollable spasms, but it was as though the tight knot of muscles were connected to her sex. As she came, she felt the doctor’s finger grab her pleasure button, twist, and manipulate it, but she felt something else. Something pushed into her opening, stretching her hymen, and then, she felt the pain as it was ripped open. “OOOOWWW,” she screamed, feeling the wetness inside as she cruelly lost her innocence. She felt something inside her for the first time, touching the soft walls of her virgin hole, but she struggled as the pleasure still raced through her body.

Dr. Philip used the device to take her virginity with one thrust inside her to rip her open. She came in spite of it, or maybe because of it. Both of them continued to work her inexperienced body into a sexual frenzy of pleasure and pain. She was confused, confronted with her own body’s acceptance of pain with the pleasure, and now, she’d lost her innocence. Her body finally slumped, exhausted by the men, forcing her to orgasm twice in such a short period of time. She didn’t dare look at her father, shamed at her own self.





Chapter 5


More Men, More Acts



Dr. Philip handed her a basin of warm water and a washcloth. “Clean yourself up, Bridget.” He watched as she went into the corner of the room and tried to wash between her legs inconspicuously, but all the men watched her.

She didn’t look at them, knowing they watched her as she cleaned the drying blood from between her legs. She was no longer a virgin, technically at least, though no man had been inside her. But, she suspected it wouldn’t be long before Lord William claimed that prize. She was glad that her virgin blood was gone, but she feared what would happen now.

“Over here, Bridget,” William called her over.

She got up and reluctantly walked over where the four of them had gathered. They were in front of her father, and she feared what they would make him watch her do. She still couldn’t look at him. The men stood there with the brief pouches bulging with their erections.

“Kneel down. NOW!” His voice rose up high, as he demanded her obedience. She finally obeyed. “Back straight, head up, face forward.” He stood in front of her and forced her to look directly at his cock. “I said face forward!” He yelled at her when she tried to turn away. Philip moved next to her with the ruler in his hand. “Legs apart,” he tapped the inside of her thighs until she started to spread them. “Wider, open up, Bridget.” He tapped her thighs until her knees were far apart. “Straighten up,” he urged her. He didn’t want her slouching and hiding anything from their eyes. “Arch your back, stick out those lovely breasts.” He slapped the underside of her breasts and made them dance until she pushed them out blatantly.

She hated that she had to stare at the bulge in his pouch. The inside of her thighs burned where he’d slapped them with the ruler, but he finally stopped, but she was shamed that all could see between her legs. She didn’t understand what they wanted, forced into the position that highlighted her body but kneeling before them like a servant. She could see Lord William’s pouch move as if something was alive beneath it. Was he making his organ do it, or was it uncontrollable muscles that did it?

William looked down at her, and his cock strained to be loosened from the cramped pouch that could barely contain it. He saw the fear in her eyes as she stared at his cock, but it hadn’t dawned on her what she’d be required to do next. “Don’t look away,” he warned her in a stern voice as he pulled the pouch down. At first, his cock was caught in the pouch as he pulled it down, but then, suddenly, it sprung free as his pouch slid to his ankles. His cock bobbed up and down, free of the constraints and eager for the touch of her hands and mouth.

She gasped when she saw it, but she didn’t dare look away. She’d never seen anything like it before, his organ was massive. It bounced by itself, not sure how, but it stuck out like a baby’s arm in front of him. The head was almost purple, smooth with a thick ridge around it. It sat on top of a long stalk, but it wasn’t smooth like the head; there were thick blue veins that pulsated with blood that ran up it, and the skin wasn’t pulled as tight over the stalk as it was on the head. The stalk was long, longer than the length of her hand. The other end disappeared into a thick thatch of black wiry hair, but there was his unmistakable sack of his balls that hung down like two ripe fruit. She had been forced to look at her father’s, bound so tight that were outlined in his trousers so they could beat them easily, but Lord William’s were much bigger. She couldn’t believe she kneeled in front of a naked man’s organ. Then, she heard those dreadful words.

“Touch it, Bridget; touch my cock. I want to feel your soft hand wrapped around the shaft.”

“No, don’t make me, please.” She begged, but she saw nothing but anger in his eyes at her defiance. She feared what he’d do to her if she didn’t obey. Her hand slowly rose up. It moved close to his cock. His cock bounced more, the closer she got to it as though it tried to get away. Her hand trembled as she moved closer. She cried softly, fearing what he’d require of her once she touched it. Her fingers touched the shaft, and she felt the heat in it. It bounced uncontrollably before her fingers could grasp it and escape from her fingers. She looked at him and knew she’d have to do it again. Her fingers moved, this time more aggressively, ready to grab it tighter. Her fingers curled around the shaft and closed tight to trap it. She could feel the muscles in it move to try to escape, but she tightened her grip until she had it firmly in her grasp. She was proud that she had done it. She felt how hard it was, but the flesh was hotter than she expected. She bent it upward slightly, afraid of breaking it, until she had it stand up tall. She looked at the purple head and saw a drop of something glisten from the tip. That’s when she noticed the tiny hole in the very tip.

“Stroke it with your hand.” William felt so much pleasure from her soft hand around his cock. Her fingers stayed tight around the shaft, but she moved her hand up and down. First, it was the tiniest bit of his precum, but soon, her fingers moved higher up the shaft and more drops trickled out of his cock.

When her hand moved, his cock came alive beneath her fingers, pulsating with powerful contractions that her fingers had a hard time controlling. The skin along the shaft slid easily, in spite of her firm grip. She began to take longer strokes, moving her fingers from one end of the shaft to the other. She could see more drops glisten on the head. Did I do that? Her fingers slid back and forth, but the more she did it, the higher her hand went. His cock went into uncontrollable contractions when her fingers touched the thick ridge just beneath the head. It was as though he was tender there. More drops leaked from the head. She took broad strokes with her hand, moving all the way down until she felt the wiry hairs push against her skin, then back up, her fingers tighter as they slid over the thick ridge. When she stroked back down, she felt the wetness on her fingers. She had touched some of his leaking juices, hot and slippery, but it made it easier for her fingers to glide on the shaft and stroke him.

“Explore the head with your fingers, Bridget. Hold my cock up in the air and use your fingers on the head. Coax out some cum,” William grew aroused. He wouldn’t last much longer with her hand. He’d need her mouth soon.

She did what he said. She held it up in the air and then she used her other hand to run a finger over the very tip that was shiny with his cum. The minute she touched the tiny hole, more drops leaked out, rubbing her finger back and forth over the head until it was wet and shiny with his cum. She knew that she did this, she made his juices flow, just as Dr. Philip made her juices flow with his touch. She began to stroke the shaft as her finger ran over the head, rubbing his shameful, hot juices all around the smooth head. Then, her fingers outlined the thick ridge, and when she accidently slid beneath it and touched the skin, his shaft reacted violently. She ran her finger beneath the ridge again. From the violent contractions of his cock and the drops that leaked out, he was sensitive there, but enjoyed it immensely.

It felt too good, so he had to move on or he’d cum all over her hand. “Stroke my cock with one hand and cup my balls with your other hand.”

She kept her grip on the shaft and with her other hand, she reached up between his powerful thighs to cup his balls gently. The bag was wrinkled and covered with thick, wiry hairs that tickled her hand. She tried to grasp them, but they were elusive, sliding away from her hand before she could firmly grasp the twin balls that floated around inside. That wasn’t what she expected. She gripped his ball sack firmer, and her fingers wrapped around it until she could tighten on them. His balls were trapped in her hand and she tightened her fingers. She knew that they hurt her father when they whipped his balls, but her hand grabbed his balls firmly to keep them from escaping. She stroked his cock as he asked while her hand began a gentle clenching on his balls. More juices flowed from the head so her clenching fingers on his balls grew tighter. He moaned, but he didn’t try to stop her.

William couldn’t wait any longer. It was time. “Release my cock and balls from your hands. Put them behind your back and keep them there. Keep your back arched; I love the way your perky tits stand out so beautifully.”

She saw Lord William reach down and stroke his cock, just the way she had done. Didn’t he like the way I did it? He looked at her.

“Open your mouth.”

She looked up at him and saw him push his cock down closer to her face. It then dawned on her why she kneeled before him and her hands were behind her back now. It wasn’t her hands he wanted; it was her mouth that he wanted to put his cock inside. She’d seen all the leaking fluids that dripped out the end, knowing that she didn’t want them in her mouth. “No, I can’t do that,” she said defiantly; she couldn’t do the act he asked. Her father watched not far away; he’d see her do it.

William knew what it would require. His hand reached out and slapped her face, hard, stunning her as her head was rocked to one side, her white cheek turned pink from the blow. Tears ran from her eyes as she looked back at him. He pushed his cock back in front of her face.

Her face stung and she saw stars when he hit her. She didn’t expect that, but she should have. His hands reached out to her, but she recoiled, afraid he’d hit her again, but his hands went to the sides of her head to push her hair from her face. He pulled her face closer to his cock as it bobbed in front of her lips. Tears fell from her eyes, not from the pain but the shame of what he wanted her to do.

“Open your mouth,” he warned her again. His cock bounced in front of her lips, excited over her hot breath that blew on it.

She sobbed now, knowing what she’d have to do, but that didn’t make it any easier. She saw the purple head glisten with his dried juices and more drops formed on the very tip. That would be the part that entered her mouth first, touching her tongue and soiling it. She didn’t know what it would taste like, but she feared it. She shifted on her knees as her lips moved so close she could almost feel the heat of his cock. She closed her eyes as her mouth opened and tears fell from her eyes. Her lips trembled in fear as they opened wider until she felt his cock touch her lower lip. The minute it did, it jerked up and slapped hard against her upper lip, falling back down as she moved her head closer. She could feel the head of his cock stretch her lips as it slowly sank into her mouth. She pushed her tongue to the side so it wouldn’t touch his cock, but her lips slowly closed over the smooth, wet head of his cock. She moved her head forward until her lips grasped it just beneath the thick head and then pulled back, keeping her lips tight as his cock withdrew from her mouth. It finally slipped out of her mouth as she sobbed, feeling his juices stain her lips. His cock stood out in front of her mouth, eager to return to her mouth, but she cried louder now, shamed at what she did.

“Open your mouth, Bridget, and take my cock back inside.” His voice rose higher as he demanded her obedience. He loved her soft cries, the tears that fell from her eyes, but she opened her mouth and her head slid forward until once again the head of his cock was encased in her tight lips and hot mouth. He couldn’t help himself, drops of cum leaked out, and he saw the grimace on her face when it leaked in her mouth.

She felt his cock slip through her lips again, this time, her tongue didn’t get out of the way fast enough, and she tasted the foul, thick crème that leaked out onto her tongue. It flooded her mouth with the salty, acrid taste of his juices, shuddering from the unwelcome taste. Her head slid forward and she took the head all the way into her mouth then back out; Bridget made sure that she kept her lips tight over the smooth head. She moved her head back down, taking his cock back into her mouth, sliding deeper this time. She felt the head of his cock slide across her tongue, leaving more of his foul juices, but she had to continue. Her lips slid down the shaft, feeling every vein and ridge on his cock slide over her lips. Back up, her lips stayed tight, even on the head as his cock drew out, but this time, she didn’t let it fall free. While the head sat on her lips, she moved forward and took it back in, deeper this time.

“You’re very good, Bridget. Do you like having my cock in your mouth?”

She shook her head no, but she didn’t let it fall out. Her head began to move back and forth, just as her hand had done on his cock. More of his juices flooded from the head, but there was nothing she could do but continue this degrading act. She refused to look at the other men or her father, shamed at what she was doing.

“Take it deeper into your mouth, Bridget. I have a lot of cock outside your lips.” Her hot, wet mouth and tight lips felt so good, but she was just getting started. She sucked well, but it was slow and deliberate. She took more in her mouth, but he wasn’t pleased yet. She pulled back and his cock fell out. “Keep your hands still. Open your mouth.” William was eager.

She knew he was dissatisfied with what she did so far, but she feared him. She opened her mouth, and she felt his hand go to the back of her head and hold it tight. He pushed with his hips, and she found her mouth filled with his cock; this time, he controlled her head. He forced her to take it deeper.

“Down on my cock, take it deeper, Bridget.” He let her head move on her own, though he kept his hand on the back to make sure that she obeyed. He loved the way she looked up at him with tear-stained eyes, but it was pure lust he felt when her mouth engulfed his cock in her sweet lips. “Faster, suck faster and deeper.”

Her head moved back and forth, feeling his cock slide through her lips as she took more of it. It went to the back of her mouth, sliding over her wet tongue. Spit filled her mouth in hopes to make it slide easier. Her head rocked back and forth.

He needed more. He began to thrust with his hips, fucking her mouth as his hands clenched her head tight to keep her submissively in place. “Let me feel your tongue run over my cock and keep your lips tight while I fuck your mouth.”

She was afraid of how deep he’d go. His hips moved frantically, driving his cock in and out of her mouth rapidly as his powerful hands dug into the sides of her head and kept her still so he could drive his cock in straight to the back of her mouth with each powerful thrust. He fucked her mouth so fast and more of his juices soiled her mouth, mixing with her spit with the foul taste. Then, he pulled her head down onto his cock but he didn’t let her back off. The head of his cock slammed to the back of her mouth. She could feel the big head pushed against the tiny opening of her throat.

He felt her panic, but he held her tight and her hands stayed behind her back as if she was bound. He felt the head of his cock have some success, twisting his hips from side to side to see if he could drive his cock deeper into her mouth and down her reluctant throat. He loved the gags from deep in her mouth and the way her chest heaved as she choked on his cock. “I see you love my cock, Bridget.” Her sobs grew louder.

He let her back off, but as soon as his cock slipped out, he wanted it back. “Suck it, Bridget. Take it all the way down the shaft. I want it in deep. You’ll love it when it goes down your throat.”

She cried loudly, but her mouth opened and she took him back in. Her lips tightened as she twisted her head so she could engulf more of his cock. If she didn’t please him, he’d shove it down her throat. She changed the angle so more of it would go straight, going to the back of her mouth and plugging her throat. It was too big to go down her throat, but she tried anyway. It made her gag, just as he’d done, and she found the head began to be compressed by her tight throat. When she gagged, her throat opened wider and the head slipped deeper inside. She had to spit it out; her saliva drooled out of her mouth as she coughed and struggled to breathe.

“Try this, Lord William.” He handed him a small tin of white crème.

“What is it?” Bridget was scared of it.

“It’s chicken fat. Put it on the end of your cock, Lord William, and then shove your cock as deep as you can in her mouth. See if you can breach her throat.”

“NNNNO…,” but her words were cut short when Lord William quickly put a large dab of the white chicken fat on the end of his cock and he gripped her head. Her mouth opened in protest, but it was quickly filled with his cock. It slid over her tongue to the back of her mouth as his fingers dug painfully into her scalp. The head slammed into the back of her mouth and fought to get into her throat. She gagged on the thick cock that tried to suffocate her with its thickness, but he pushed harder, and she could feel the head of his cock slowly sink into her gullet. He jerked back and forth, never pulling out far, always pushing in deeper. Her stomach turned as his cock slowly sank deep into her mouth and the head of his cock sank into her belly.

He succeeded. The head of his cock felt like it was compressed in an iron vise, but the chicken fat made it slide easier. Her throat opened up when she gagged, making it open wider, so he pushed harder with his hips and felt her throat muscles ripple along the head to try to force it out. “Take my cock, Bridget; you love it going down your throat. I knew you would. Your father is so proud of you, sucking my cock, and taking it in your throat.”

She couldn’t do anything but submit. Her throat burned as his cock slid down like a snake burrowing into a hole. She knew everyone watched her suck his cock, but she had to contend with the thick cock that threatened to suffocate her. Her nostrils flared as she struggled to fill her lungs, starved of air, but Lord William cared little for her except for his pleasure. He wouldn’t pull his cock from her throat; her stomach heaved as she tried to survive. She used her tongue on the shaft of his cock in her mouth, but he still continued to breach her throat. He used short punches of his hips to drive his cock head in and out of her throat to rub it raw as the muscles of her throat revolted.

Philip knelt down behind her, with his special device in his hand. Her hands still grasped each other submissively, not fighting Lord William off in spite of his cock that pushed deep into her throat. He saw the tears flow from her eyes and the spit roll down her chin, gagging and choking as Lord Williams used her mouth ruthlessly for his pleasure. He pushed the device between her legs, finding the soft fold of her pussy lips as the clamshell bulb at the top sought out her pleasure button with the thick ridges. He felt her body jerk when he was successful, and he began to work over her pleasure button as she shuddered.

Now, she had Dr. Philip rub her pleasure button. She couldn’t resist the expert touch of the device, scratching and stroking her in ways she didn’t understand. Lord William continued to drive the cock in and out of her mouth, using all his strength to pull her head down as more of his cock slipped into her gullet. It was as though he tried to drive it into her belly. Then, he suddenly pulled out of her throat as she gasped around his cock that split her lips to suck in precious air. He began to fuck her mouth with deep, penetrating thrusts that made her choke each time he pushed in and his cock slipped back into her throat as her reluctant muscles tried to push him out. She was ashamed of the noises that came from her mouth and belly as her throat was pierced continually by his rampaging cock. All the while, Dr. Philip’s worked over her pleasure button with such skill that made it hard and tender. He’d made her cum twice, and she was sure it would soon be three times. She didn’t know how, but he did.

Lord William knew he’d cum soon enough, so he slowed the pace of the penetration in her throat. He drove deep inside, holding her head up against him until he felt her soft skin rubbed by his wiry pubic hairs. Then, he made her choke as he rotated his hips to open up her throat wider. Her mouth opened wide as she gagged, and she struggled to pull away, but he held her firmly in his grip.

Lord William wouldn’t last much longer and neither would Bridget. Dr. Philip’s device scraped, teased, and taunted her pleasure button as it swelled with her blood. His other hand slid around her buttocks, caressing them as he sought out her crack. He found it slick with sweat, sliding up until he felt the raised bud of her anus. His finger stopped there, and he heard her muffled cry as his finger pushed against the reluctant muscles, but with a cock in her mouth, all that came out was unintelligent garble.

She tried to move her butt away from the finger that touched her in such a place, but the finger moved with her. Lord William drove in and out of her throat; gurgling spit ran out of her mouth, mixed with his foul seed that flooded it. She couldn’t resist the pleasure that built up in her body, in spite of the finger that sought entrance in a place where it shouldn’t go. She couldn’t control the muscles in her anus, but it was as though they were connected to her pleasure button. She didn’t understand how it could drive such feelings from a place, but she couldn’t deny it. Lord William was relentless, fucking her mouth with such brutality, her throat repeatedly breached by this cock. He was ready to cum, and she couldn’t do anything about it. “GGLLUGH!” She cried out when she felt a finger sink into her anus, forcing the tiny hole to stretch open to accept the demanding finger. It felt like a snake slid into her rectum to push hard against the soft elastic walls as her muscles tried to push it out. She was being rubbed front and back as well as her mouth used like her sex, fucked by a cock, and all she could do was feel the pleasure build up in her body.

Reluctantly, William pulled out of her throat and felt her tongue instantly go to work on lathering over the head. She knew that if she didn’t please him with her lips and tongue, he’d be back in her throat. He felt her tongue swirl over the head of his cock. He was ready. He grabbed the shaft of his cock, his fingers tight around it just as Bridget had done. He stroked it as he aimed it at her face. “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I’ll have you whipped if you move away. I’m going to cum in your mouth.”

She didn’t know why, but she came at that moment he said those fateful words. He was going to cum in her mouth, and she had to leave it open so he could. He pushed down on her lower lip as her orgasm raced through her body. Her pleasure button felt like it would explode with all the blood in it as Dr. Philip’s device worked it into a sexual frenzy. The finger in her backside, moved deeper, pushing against the soft walls to expand them, but she also felt something different. She had feelings back there, feelings of pleasure just as she did with her pussy. This orgasm was bigger and better, fondled and taken in three places at once, her pussy, her backside, and now her mouth.

William stroked his cock eagerly as the tip of it sat on her lower lip, her mouth opened wide, ready to accept his seed. He knew she was cumming, as she cried out in pleasure, so he pumped his cock to join her. He watched as the cum shot out and blanketed her tongue with his thick, white crème. He continued to pump with his hand, more cum fell on her lips and into her mouth as he fed her the pent-up cum in his balls.

She couldn’t believe all the cum that shot out, so thick that it covered her tongue and teeth. He never stopped, Bridget afraid she’d choke on it before he finished, but the degrading way he used her made her orgasm last that much longer. He pushed his wet cock into her mouth, her cum-laden tongue swished over his cock as he pushed the cum to the back of her mouth and tried to shove it down her throat. She swallowed it quickly, but she could feel the warm, thick juices slide slowly into her belly as her tight lips captured the last of his cum from his cock as he pulled it out. She fell to the floor, exhausted once again, then realizing that her hands weren’t tied behind her. She looked over at her father and saw the look of disgust on his face at what she did. They had made her cum repeatedly all while they took her in degrading acts. Are they finished with me, or will Lord William fuck me between my legs? She didn’t know if he could get his cock hard again, feeling it limp as it slid from her lips.

“Put them both in a cell, separate ones, but next to each other so Bridget can explain to her father how she’d cum while sucking my cock and drinking my cum.”

He would be back tomorrow with Dr. Philip and the two men to continue where they left off. She’d give up her pussy as well as her ass. She’d never expect that he’d want to fuck her ass hole. The two men would use her mouth while William enjoyed both of her virgin holes.

“I’m sorry, Father, for shaming you with my actions.”

“It’s not your fault, Bridget. The men are evil, and they took advantage of you. I have no shame for my daughter; you did what you had to. I’ll never be ashamed of you no matter what they make you do.”

“Thank you, Father,” but she couldn’t stop the shame she felt. They had made her orgasm, as though they were her lover or husband. They made her orgasm while they did painful and degrading things to her once-virgin body. She feared what else they would do. She had lost her virgin barrier, but she knew that she’d feel a hard cock inside her soon enough. It wasn’t the pain she feared; it was the pleasure she might feel.

She lay on the small cot with the single blanket around her. She still had the taste of his cum in her mouth, very little water to drink and unable to rid the taste from her mouth. She could still feel his cock in her mouth and the way he made her choke on it. His cock was big, but somehow, she’d done it and survived. She felt the wanting between her legs. Her hymen was gone, but she yearned to feel what it would be like to have a cock inside her. She never had so many orgasms before; Dr. Philip had used his special device to rub her pleasure button in ways she never expected. Not even his finger in her backside could stop her pleasure. She didn’t know why he’d want to touch her in such a place, but she was surprised by the feelings she had there. She never expected to have someone touch her back there. She knew they’d be back tomorrow, four men, four hard cocks that all wanted pleasure from her body.





Chapter 6


Unrest and Danger for All



Caitlin tried not to show her loneliness, but it was difficult without the steadfast support of her husband, but many other women in the village were in the same predicament. Harkin took many of the young, strong men of the village with him when he set off for England. She tried to settle into making the life of the villagers better. The harvest this year was good, so she made sure that everyone had enough food to eat, no matter what their status was.

Caitlin went to the shops within the castle each day to see how everyone was faring. She brought her two ladies with her, Orla and Elan. Orla always drew the eyes of the men, even the older ones, with her long, blonde hair and voluptuous figure. Four years older than Caitlin, she was wise in the way of men and had taught Caitlin many ways to satisfy Harkin in their marriage bed, some of which she still hadn’t tried, uncomfortable with what she’d have to do. Elan was different from both of them, dark brown hair and green eyes, two years older than Caitlin, but far wiser than either of them. She had a lovely figure, but she did more to hide it than flaunt it as Orla did. It was as though she had years of experience with men and the affairs of men, yet Caitlin suspected that she still might be pure.

Elan and Orla came to live in the castle as soon as Caitlin married Harkin. They took care of her every need, far more than the servants that took care of the castle. They took care of her physical and spiritual well-being.

The villagers always loved the sight of the lady of the castle along with her two ladies. “Good morning, Lady Caitlin, morning, Lady Orla and Lady Elan. A beautiful day.” He might be older, but they always stirred his cock into hardness. It had been a long time since he had anything that young and spirited, but that never stopped his imagination from wreaking havoc on his loins.

“Yes, it is.” Bran ran the store for the last thirty years. His wife passed on ten years ago and nowadays spent his time tending to the stores and admiring all the young women that he dreamt about. But, Caitlin knew he was harmless. There was never much trouble within the castle walls with unwanted advances by the men. Harkin treated any such violations seriously.

They shopped and picked up some of the exotic herbs and spices that were sold in the bazaar. Caitlin found a Chinese tea, and they went back to the castle to enjoy it outside in the nice sun. It was so peaceful and quiet, but Caitlin knew that Harkin was undergoing a far different time.

* * * *

Harkin had the two ships set sail back toward the English coastline, this time farther north on the west side. They saw no English warships after their attack on Sutton, slipping out to sea before they were spotted. The ocean was a wide expanse, and it would be sheer luck that they’d be found by a searching warship.

They caught sight of the Wales coastline, staying far out to sea so they could run if they had to. It was a long way up Wales until they hit the English coastline once again. Their next town to raid would be Liverpool, slightly north of Wales. From all the information that Harkin had gathered, there wouldn’t be more than three hundred people in all at the fishing town, but that included men, women, and children. There would only be a scattering of English knights or soldiers to keep the peace, nothing that would slow his men down. The men were in good spirts from the last successful raid, but that could also be a detriment; Harkin didn’t want them to let their guard down. It would be a fateful mistake for them that could result in their death. Harkin’s job was to bring them all back alive to their love ones.

* * * *

Henry II yelled at the men assembled before him. “How can you let this happen? You told me that the Irish wouldn’t be a problem. Now, I hear the Normans are allies with the Irish invading their own land and some of the Irish are taking revenge on us. Why am I now hearing about the sacking of Sutton? I have the largest navy in the world, yet two Irish ships attack my land with no provocation and we are defenseless. Heads will roll unless this is taken care of.”

The men shuddered before the wrath of their king. Lord Geoffrey knew he had to do something or it’d be his head on the chopping block. “I’ll take care of it, Your Majesty,” bowing before King Henry II. “I’ve dispatched three warships to the south of England, and they should arrive in Sutton within a day. I’ll dispatch a small garrison of soldiers for Sutton, and then, the warships will sail along the western coast in search of these pirates from Ireland."

“What of the Irish? Had my decision to allow the Normans to join King Diarmait been an error?”

“No, Your Majesty. I’ve sent my most trusted emissary to King Diarmait to tell him to stop these Irish pirates from accosting our southern villages or the English navy will be invading them instead. He’ll quell the rebellious Irish pirates; I am sure of it.” It might be the Normans that did King Diarmait’s dirty work, but he cared little except for the outcome.

“He better or I’ll oust the Normans from Ireland and take the land for my own.” He knew it would only be a matter of time before he did that, but he had too many other problems he had to attend to first. “Off with you now.”

* * * *

Admiral Ramsey’s three ships set sail immediately, and it didn’t take long to reach Sutton. They moored off the shore, nothing but charred remains of the fishing boats and dock remained. The town was intact. He sent five boats ashore with soldiers, but they were met by the anxious townsfolk. The Irish pirates had fled out to sea.

There were twenty dead, all of them men. None of the women or children was wounded or assaulted. At least the Irish pirates were gentlemen, though that made little difference to Admiral Ramsey. The fate of captured pirates was death, and Admiral Ramsey would mete out that punishment without regret. His soldiers helped out the people, twenty of them stationed there for now until he could put an end to these pirate raids.

“We set sail at first light tomorrow.” He knew the pirates had a couple days’ head start, but he suspected they only headed out to sea to make sure they weren’t followed. He bet that they were along the coast of England or Wales at this very moment. The speed of his warships would soon close the gap. These Irish pirates were no match for his skill and cunning and he’d soon put an end to them.

* * * *

Harkin would have to be more careful now that the English knew of his attack. King Henry II would take offense and warships would seek him out. That was his mission, to draw the English navy away from any excursions into Ireland. There was too much political turmoil among their royalty that left them weak and fighting each other to let their guard down to the English expansionist goals.

It was days later when they came back within sight of the coastline of England. They anchored in a small inlet, nothing around for miles, yet he was careful, setting up guards on the two high peeks that surrounded it. He didn’t want to be caught unprepared.

A small party of his men set out for Liverpool across land, not by sea. He wanted updated information about the village before he’d commit his ships to an attack. The last thing he needed was to be drawn into a battle with English warships.

The men made it to the town by the next light. They were on a high ridge that overlooked the village and also the port. Like Sutton, it was small, a fishing village with fifteen small fishing boats setting sail for their daily fishing trip. The town gradually came alive once the sun rose higher in the sky, the fishing boats already out of sight as they sought the fertile fishing grounds further out to sea. The market place began to get busy; with the fisherman gone, it was mainly women and children. The only men there were older and shopkeepers that sold their wares. There were more people than Sutton had, yet they were still no match for the Irish soldiers.

* * * *

Admiral Ramsey’s fleet of three warships was spread out wide on the ocean, within sight of each other, but he wanted to throw up as big of a net as possible. They passed Wales and now were back to England’s western coast, far more vulnerable as it was a greater distance from London where most of the English navy was anchored. At night, he would keep the lights to a minimum in case the Irish pirates decided to try to slip through their ranks. They’d be in for a big surprise if they did. He had sent two other warships north from London to cover the other coast, in hopes of trapping the Irish pirates between the two fleets.

* * * *

Two days later, Harkin set sail for Liverpool under the cover of night. It was only a short distance, and he judged that they would arrive an hour before the sun rose in the east. He hoped to catch the town before the fisherman went to the dock. He’d have his men over the side in the skiffs and at the dock to greet them. His scouts found no sign of any English soldiers. Either it was too small for King Henry II to bother with or they were hidden from sight.

Thirty men left the skiffs next to the dock and ten drew a skiff onto the beach near the dock to creep silently into the village from the side just in case there was a trap. Lights started to burn in the small wooden shacks that lined the dirt road that led to the village, the fisherman’s huts close to their boats. The rest of the village was silent and dark except for an occasional cry of a baby waking up hungry.

Harkin led fifteen men and Fergus the rest. They split up as they neared the fishermen’s huts. It didn’t take long for the alarm to be sounded, in spite of the first three men that exited their huts silenced with the quick slash of blades across their throats. Too many doors opened at once and there rose up cries of surprise then screams of pain. Most of the villagers had no weapons except their fishing gear, yet that didn’t stop them from putting up a fight. They were all large and burly, and if they got close enough to any of his men, they’d put up a formidable defense. Harkin’s men’s swords took care of them with haste.

With his adrenalin rushing, Harkin rushed the doors as they opened. The village came alive with the alarm sounded, and Harkin had to finish off the fishermen so they could advance on the village without worrying about what was behind them. His sword slashed out as he darted to the side to avoid a fisherman’s hook as he swung it like a weapon. He felt a sharp tip slice across his upper arm, throwing his sword into his other hand and slicing the fisherman across the middle with such precision. His guts spilled out as he slumped to the floor. He felt sorry for the woman inside that saw her husband cut down, but she’d be no threat. He pitched into battle with the others until there were no fishermen left.

The villagers came face to face with thirty armed men, pirates with wooden shields and short swords now covered in blood. One or two of the villagers came forth to defend, but Fergus made sure that they weren’t killed, just overpowered. There was enough bloodshed for now.

“Surrender and your life will be spared,” Harkin shouted out in his brogue accent.

“What of the women, will you spare their honor?” It was the fish market shopkeeper. He’d long given up fishing and now sold the other men’s catch.

“They will not be dishonored or harmed. Go into the church and stay there. Don’t give us any trouble, and we’ll be gone soon enough.”

“You killed our men; they were fishermen, not soldiers.” A woman’s sobbing voice ran out among the back of the growing crowd.

“Your King Henry II conspires with the Normans to take our Irish lands and spoil our women. Tell him to stay home and protect you instead of fighting in our lands. If he does that, you’ll never see us again. If not, we’ll be back to take the next generation of men from you.”

The villagers were herded into the small stone church. They prayed while he set a small group of his men to guard them while the rest of his men raided the village for spoils. They found coal tar and covered the fishing boats, ready to set them on fire as soon as they left.

The spoils were better here than Sutton. The people prospered more. His men were pleased with the outcome as they set off in the skiffs to the waiting ships. As they boarded the ships and the sails gathered up the winds, the sun rose up and the dock came alive with flames that licked across the fishing boats with lightning speed. They put the village to their back as they headed out to sea.

Admiral Ramsey was the first to see the sky light up in the distance. He aimed his spyglass, and he could see the smoke rise up beyond the hills. He looked at his chart. It had to be Liverpool, a small fishing village. It didn’t have any English soldiers that he knew of to defend it. He was sure that it was the latest target of the Irish pirates. “Send one ship in to help the village. Have the other follow me out to sea. I know where they’re going.” The boson set up the flags to convey the messages.

Admiral Ramsey’s ship was the fastest the English navy had. Not even his other ships could keep up with him, but he didn’t worry about that. The Irish would be no match for him, not even two of their ships. He could ram them and cut them down without as much as putting a dent in his ship. With his guns, he’d blow them out of the water.

The wind was with them, and Harkin felt good as the ships sliced across the water like dolphins. He began to feel relief as they headed out into the open water. To the north, he could see fog rolling in the far distance. It would provide added protection for his ships, but it was still a long ways off and the sun could burn it off before he found it. He went back to his cabin and poured himself a glass of wine in celebration.

It was three hours later when he heard the lookout in the crow’s nest call out. He heard the clamor of heavy boots on the deck above him as he rushed out of his cabin to see what the commotion was about.

“A ship, Captain,” the shipmaster yelled out.

Harkin took out his spyglass and set it to the south. It didn’t take long for him to find it, not one but two ships. He saw the flag rustling in the strong breeze, Saint George’s Cross. They were English warships. The closest one to them was huge compared to his ship. It had to have at least twenty cannons, and it was fast, far outpacing the smaller warship that followed it. The second ship was formidable; Harkin’s two ships not even a match for that one. It was slower than the first, but both of them were outrunning them. They were in the open sea, their best defense before but not now. They were trapped by a superior force and there was only one escape. They had to make it to the fog and lose the warships in it. If they didn’t, they were destined to be blown out of the water. He knew there would be no surrender; the English would only accept total annihilation. He wouldn’t want it any other way. He had no desire to rot in a jail or be hung in a public display. His life was the sea and his death would be in the sea.

“We can’t outrun them, Captain.” Their sails weren’t big enough to catch the wind like the massive warships that followed them. They might be large, but both of the ships had three main sails that billowed in the winds.

“Our only chance is the fog bank. We have to split up, forcing them to do the same. Maybe one of us will have a chance. Send a message to Fergus. Have him break off from us. Wish him good fortune. If he escapes, head back home. We will meet up there.” Harkin tried to sound positive, but he knew they were in trouble. He’d underestimated the resolve of King Henry II and the speed at which he reacted.

Fergus’s ship took off to the northwest, Harkin’s to the northeast, trying to put as much distance as they could between them. Both ships were equally fast but no match for the English warships.

Admiral Ramsey saw the two ships split apart in the distance. They were still a long way away, and they looked like they were alongside each other. He couldn’t judge which one was captained by the leader. His ship had a better chance of catching one of them; the fog bank far away, both of them couldn’t escape. He had to choose. “Change course to northeast, have Captain Sadler go northwest. Sink their ship. I don’t want any survivors. We’ll teach those Irish scums to invade our land.”

It wasn’t more than a few minutes before he saw the English warships split up. His heart pounded as he saw the lead ship head after Fergus. Good luck, my friend. Fergus had lost the luck of the draw; the closest and fastest warship was after him. His ship was still in peril, the fog off far in the distance and the second warship changed direction to follow him. “Dump everything of weight over the side. Even the cannons. They’ll do us no good if we can’t get some speed.” They’d be defenseless, but they were no match for the warship. Their ship wasn’t built for a sea battle.

The men frantically threw everything overboard, and the ship began to pick up speed. The English warship was closing the gap between them but not as fast. The fog bank held as the high clouds blocked out the heat of the sun. The weather was on their side. It would be at least four more hours before they hit the fog bank, but it would be close.

Fergus chose to fight. The warship closed the gap between them as his men stood ready to fire back their four cannons. The warship dwarfed them in size, but Fergus crossed from one side to the other so they wouldn’t be an easy target, but it slowed them down. Cannons began to fire behind them and water plumed up high in front of them as the English warship began to gauge the distance between the two ships. “Fire at will,” Fergus commanded. His cannons spilled out fire, and the cannonballs flew toward the warship. The first one hit the warship near the bow, but it did nothing to slow it down and the damage was minimal. The rest of the shots fell short in the sea. The warship opened up a broadside, and Fergus watched as his ship exploded with such ferocity. The main sail tumbled down and the deck blew into hundreds of sharp pieces of wood that bore into this crew like harpoons. The deck turned into a blazing inferno as the fire caught the last of the gunpowder. They were crippled in the sea as the warship came along side, ten cannons aimed at them. The last thing Fergus saw was the flash of fire as the cannons exploded and sent the cannonballs into his ship. The wheelhouse was the first to be hit, and the cannonball cut across Fergus as it exploded.

“In the distance, Captain.”

Harkin looked in the distance. A plume of smoke rose up in the sky. Goodbye, my good friend. Harkin had his own problems now, the warship that chased him had gotten within range, and their cannonballs began to take a toll on the ship. Luckily, the mast was unharmed, the sails tattered, but they still drew in enough wind to keep it sailing to the fog bank. The side of the ship exploded when cannonball hits, but it stayed together, but Harkin wasn’t sure for how long. Suddenly, the sun was blotted out and it grew cooler as the cold, damp air began to envelop the ship in its hidden blanket of fog. “Change the heading to northwest. Hopefully, we can outmaneuver them in the fog.” He prayed the fog would hold out long enough so he could get some distance between them. He knew the other warship would head back this way, both of them would search them out. His ship was wounded but not crippled. It could still make a good speed, at least for now, but it wouldn’t make the trip home without some major repairs. They’d have to find some place to land and make the repairs, but it wouldn’t be England. They’d have to head toward the continent to find a hospitable place. The return home would be extended but not like Fergus; Harkin hoped that he would return.

* * * *

Admiral Ramsey searched for a week but found no ship. There was some wreckage but not enough. It had survived, though they did sink the other ship. Captain Sadler had made sure there were no survivors. He headed back toward the coast of England. He would patrol it until he met up with the other two ships coming up from London. He’d return to report his success back to King Henry II. He hoped that the message from King Henry II to the Irish king and the Normans would persuade the Irish pirates to go home and leave England alone. He knew that it wouldn’t be long before he’d be sailing to Ireland to attack it. He hoped he’d find the captain of the other Irish ship and make him pay.





Chapter 7


Bridget Brings Such Pleasure to the Men



Bridget was afraid when they took her from her cell. She was allowed to wash up before they did anything to her, knowing that they would have their way with her soon enough. She was glad that they left her father in his cell. She hoped that she could convince Lord William to forgive him and set him free, but for now, at least he wouldn’t see her degraded any more.

She walked into the room, dressed in a simple dress with nothing beneath it, knowing it would be gone soon. She looked around the room, the center of it covered by a large bed, a very large bed. It could fit many people, more than two for sure. Lord William stood waiting for her with Dr. Philip at his side. The other two men were with them, the same two from yesterday. They all looked at her, and she saw the bulge in the pouches jerk and shudder. They wore nothing else.

“Come here, Bridget.” William coaxed her next to him. He began to slip the dress off her shoulders, and she made no attempt to stop him. “I’m glad you’re learning your place, Bridget. It’ll make it more enjoyable and less painful, though I suspect you enjoy the unknown more than you care to admit to yourself. We’ll try to surprise you again today.” Today, she’d be pleasuring all of them before she finished. After that, she’d be no more of a challenge to him. He liked fresh virgins to defile, and Wexford had many for him to take his pleasure with.

She felt the dress slip off her shoulders, her hands at her sides as it slid to her feet. She kicked it aside, standing there naked in front of the four men as they stared at her body once again. She felt the shame return once again, as their eyes devoured her with their lustful gaze. The men were eager, and soon their pouches slipped to the floor. She knew she should look away, but instead, her gaze went down as she saw the men grab their organs in their hands and stroke them. They grew bigger and harder, none of the men were small, though she wasn’t sure how big they should be. She knew her pussy was small and tight, but like her mouth, their organs would stretch her wide as they sought out their pleasure.

“Put her on the bed,” William instructed the two men. She went along willingly, although she didn’t know her fate.

Bridget lay back on the bed, the cover soft against her body. The men grabbed her wrists and pulled her arms over her head. She looked back, and she saw the leather straps waiting for her wrists. Ties ran to the bedposts to secure them. The leather straps tightened, and then, her arms were spread wider and pulled, until the muscles in her shoulders ached. Her hands were pushed through the bed railings, bound tightly. She expected them to do her legs next, but they moved away. She didn’t know whether she was glad or disappointed when they didn’t tie her legs open.

Dr. Philip moved close to the bed, stroking his cock as he gazed at her body. “Do you want your pleasure again today, Bridget?”

She didn’t see the device in his hand, wishing that he had the miraculous tool he used on her so pleasurably yesterday. She couldn’t lie to him. “Yes, Dr. Philip.” She felt him on the bed as he moved close to her. His hand touched her leg, pulling it out to one side as he ran his hand up the smooth skin of her inner thigh. He caressed her flesh so tenderly, moving up and down, each time going closer to her sex but always pulling away before he touched it. She was ashamed that she could feel the wetness increase between her legs, as he made her grow excited so easily. He pushed out her other leg, bending them both until her crotch was opened up wide. The other men moved to the foot of the bed, and they gazed lewdly up between her spread legs as her sex was bared and spread for them. The three men stroked their cocks quicker as they ravished her pussy with their eyes.

Dr. Philip didn’t touch her pussy yet, but he could smell her arousal and see the first drops of her dew on the petals of pussy lips. His hands went to her breasts, squeezing them until he felt the unmistakable pointed tip of her nipples push into his palms. He searched out the hard tips with his fingers; thumb and forefinger gripped each nipple tightly. He squeezed them tight until he got a moan from her. Her legs closed, and he saw the way her thigh muscles tightened. It was her pussy that clenched tight.

She left her legs spread even as he deserted her pussy for her breasts. His fingers worked magic on her nipples; the slightest touch made them hard and throbbing as she arched her back to push them into his hands. His fingers rubbed, teased, and pinched the tips, too hard at times, but she clenched the muscles in her pussy as if she had a cock inside to grasp. Her thighs were tightly together now. Then, his mouth descended on her breasts, his lips hot and wet as his tongue traced a broad swath across her breasts and encircled her nipples with his spit. She tried to move her nipple into his mouth, but he escaped each time as he teased her. Finally, he relented and his mouth engulfed each of her nipples, biting on the areola as he used powerful suction to draw her nipple deep into his hot mouth. His waiting tongue raced over the tip with such pleasure, and soon, his teeth found her nipple, feeling as if he’d bite it off with his sharp teeth, but that only drove her excitement higher.

Dr. Philip pulled away from her breasts; the white flesh revealed tiny teeth marks, and her nipples were swollen with her pounding blood. His mouth traced a path down her belly as he pushed his body between her legs until she spread them wantonly. He licked the fine hairs of her bush, biting on a few hairs to pull them out roughly, but she squirmed in pleasure, not pain.

She knew where his mouth was going, so close to her pussy that she could feel his hot breath. He spread her legs wide as she felt his hands touch her pussy lips. The fingers dug tightly on them as he slowly began to spread them open. She could feel the air in the room blow inside her and she felt his mouth so close as he blew on her exposed inner lips.

“Look how pink and wet she is.” Philip moved aside so all could see her pink, virgin flesh. Today, they’d all have a chance to be inside her. He moved back between her spread legs, pushing them back until they were bent deep and wide. His mouth went to work; his tongue lavished such attention on the soft, wet flesh. She cried out from pleasure as he licked her slit from top to bottom, though he only teased at her pleasure button. It was too soon, fearing that she’d cum quickly.

She felt her body rolled in half, her legs pushed back almost near her ears. She was exposed and at his mercy as his tongue lavished such attention on every inch of her pussy. She felt the wetness of his tongue, but she knew her pussy was soaked with her juices. “Noo, not there,” she cried out when his tongue ran further back and slid into the crack of her buttocks. She felt the wet tongue touch her anus, and it sent the tiny muscles trembling in fear and excitement. At least his tongue moved away, but then, it slid back down over it and found its way back to her pussy where he gave her such great pleasure.

He licked, sucked, and bit every inch of her pussy and ass, except for her pleasure button. He had her moaning with desire, her pussy dripping with her arousal, but he never gave her the final pleasure she sought. Not even when his teeth yanked harshly on the soft lips of her pussy could stop her growing arousal.

He made so much noise licking her, but she couldn’t deny the pleasure she felt. His tongue touched her everywhere and so expertly. Not even when the tip of his tongue threatened to enter her anus could dull the pleasure. Soon, a finger joined in and pushed into her once-virgin pussy. It felt so good to have something inside her pussy, even if it were a finger. It touched her in places that no one had touched before. She found that she could clench her pussy muscles and grip it tight. She looked up as she saw him move away, her legs released, his mouth gone. “Don’t stop, please,” she shamelessly begged him.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your pleasure, but I want mine, too.” Philip moved on the bed, kneeling next to her head as she looked up at him.

She watched as he swung one leg over her head. His hand already reached down to his cock as his body hovered over her. She could see his heavy balls hang down inches from her face. Now, she knew what he meant.

“Open your mouth, Bridget. You know what to do. You’ll suck my cock while I eat your pussy.” He gripped his cock and fed it onto her lips. It took only seconds before her lips parted as he pushed with his hips and fed his cock into her hot mouth.

His cock touched her lips, the hot flesh rubbed along them. She opened her mouth wider to accommodate him, feeling the slick head slide through her lips and rub on her tongue. She gripped her lips beneath the head, but he already began to feed his cock into her mouth. With her arms bound and him on top of her face, she’d have no choice as to how deep he would go. She knew it would only be a matter of time before he choked her with his cock and she’d be forced to take it into her throat. She could only hope that the pleasure he gave her with his mouth would cancel out what she’d have to do for him. “Mmgg, MMMGGG.” His hips began to pump his cock in and out of her mouth. Then, she felt his mouth engulf her pussy once again; this time, his fingers peeled apart her lips, higher up this time until her pleasure button was exposed. It was hard and waited for his touch. She almost came when he licked her so expertly.

He had her moaning as he fucked her mouth. “Let me feel your tongue,” and he bit gently on her button to make sure she obeyed. Her tongue went to work instantly, rubbing all over the head and the shaft as he continued to feed more cock into her mouth.

She felt his wrinkled ball sack slide over her forehead, the wiry hairs tickled her skin, but she couldn’t do anything. Her mouth was filled with his cock, sliding over every inch of it as though he were inspecting her with his cock. Her lips were so tight, and he drove his hips to fuck her mouth eagerly. He leaked his drops of pleasure in her mouth, and she remembered the acrid, salty taste of cum once again, knowing he wouldn’t be satisfied until her mouth was filled with his cum. She couldn’t see the other men; Dr. Philip’s body covered her with his thrusting hips.

He licked, sucked, nibbled, and bit every inch of her pussy and ass. He paid special attention to her anus, using the tip of his tongue to penetrate the tight muscles that tried to keep him out. He tasted her tart ass hole, but returned to her pleasure button, knowing he wouldn’t last much longer, her mouth too good. He thrust harder and deeper and enjoyed the sounds as her mouth gurgled when she was filled with his flesh. One more hard thrust and he got what he’d sought out.

“GGLLUGH! COOUGGH!” She choked as the head of his cock sank into the depths of her mouth. With the position of her head, it was in a straight line with her throat, and his cock breached her throat with little problem. She could barely breathe, but she took him into her throat, feeling the head slide down into her gullet. It was as though he speared her with his cock.

“All the way down this time, Bridget. I want to feel my cock in your stomach.” He bit lightly on her pleasure button, giving her pleasure and pain to keep her arousal at its peak. Her lower body gyrated uncontrollably, but with her button trapped in his teeth, she didn’t dare move to erratically or he’d tear it from her body. Her tight throat wrapped around the head of his cock like a vise, her muscles rippled up and down on it as it tried to force him out, but all he felt was the pleasure of her rippling muscles on his cock.

She tried to breathe through her nose, but his body was so close that it was difficult. With her throat completely blocked by his cock, she used her tongue in hopes to make him cum quickly before she suffocated. He pumped his cock in and out of her throat but never fully took it out. Her throat was rubbed raw, but she knew he wouldn’t last much longer and neither would she. His mouth and fingers were everywhere, moving from one spot to the next, Bridget always on edge on where it would be next. His hips fucked her more urgently, the muscles in his body tensed and his breathing ragged. She licked, sucked, and tried to please him as best as she could. She was ready to cum with him.

“GGLLUGGGH!” That was the only thing she could say when a wet finger was shoved unceremoniously up her backside. It pushed into her rectum and teased at the soft muscles before it slid deeper. She felt him bend his finger and stretch the elastic walls of her guts, as he continued to drive it deeper into her backside. She felt his hard knuckles pass through the reluctant muscles of her anus, stretching her anal ring tightly around his finger as if she loved the attention.

“AAAWWWHHH!” Philip couldn’t stop it, cumming down her throat, refusing to pull out as he emptied his cum straight into her belly.

The minute she heard Dr. Philip cry out, his cock went rigid inside her mouth. It began to shudder and jerk uncontrollably as she came with him. She couldn’t taste or feel his cum in her mouth, but she knew he came. She felt the hot cum sink slowly down her gullet to fill her stomach. It made her body explode, bound and face fucked, his tongue licking her pussy sent her orgasm from one plateau to another. She knew she blanketed his face with her arousal, but he didn’t seem to care.

He kept his cock in her throat until they both succumbed to their pleasure. Only then did he pull out, but just her throat, his wet cock sat in her mouth. “Lick it, Bridget, suck out the last of my cum.”

She would have done it without him demanding. Her tongue eagerly sought out the acrid, salty cum, licking and sucking for all she was worth. It was so degrading what he did to her. That is what made it so exciting and pleasurable.

William was eager now as he stroked his cock when he saw them both cum. She no longer had a hymen, but she never experienced a cock inside her. He’d teach her the pleasure that his big cock would bring her. He also had some surprises for her.

Dr. Philip got off her and saw Lord William eager to have his pleasure. “Enjoy. She should be nice and slick for you.”

No one made any attempt to untie her. She didn’t know whether she liked that or not. Bound as she was, she had no way to stop them from doing whatever they wanted to her. Lord William got on the bed, his hand held his cock out in front of him. He crawled between her legs and pushed them back as he kneeled between them. She looked down as he pushed the head of his cock between the wet lips of her pussy and began to rub up and down to gather up her juices. Even though she’d cum for Dr. Philip, she grew excited once again. She was going to feel a cock inside her for the first time.

Her pussy lips curled around his cock to welcome it; her juices coated it liberally as his hand pumped his cock to leak out more of his juices. The head of his cock was slick with juices as he fed it down her slit until he found the hot, inviting hole.

She felt it, the big head of his cock pushed against her once-virgin hole. She felt the wet, hard head push against her muscles as it sought entrance. She’d have to stretch wide to take him in, and he cared little except for his pleasure. He’d take her no matter how painful it was for her, but for now, all she felt was such pleasure. He slowly began to fill her; Bridget never felt anything like it before. The head of his cock sank inside her, jerking and shuddering in his excitement as her muscles began to embrace it. She wished she could see it, but she felt every inch as he began to fuck her. It was such pleasure as her insides opened up and accepted his cock as it stretched her.

Her pussy was a hot, tight hole; her muscles gripped his cock so possessively. He struggled to push in deeper, pulling out an inch then shoving harder to feed another inch inside her until her resisting muscles stopped him from going any further. He took his time, as he stared at her face as his cock slowly sawed in and out of her pussy. There was no pain on her face, only pure pleasure. When he stopped, he flexed his cock and made it jerk hard against the elastic walls that surrounded his cock in a hot, tight blanket of clenching muscles.

His hips moved faster, his cock dug deeper inside her pussy. She felt the big head push into the depths as her pussy clung to it. It was better than she expected; she could feel the thick veins on his cock and the sharp ridge that surrounded the head as he fucked his cock in her. His cock rubbed her in ways that brought such pleasure as it moved in and out. “AAAGGH!” She felt the head of his cock bang deep inside her as it jerked in pleasure. He was all the way inside her; the head snuggled up against her cervix. She clenched her muscles and then released them to clench again. His cock came alive inside her as she massaged it.

“Get ready to get fucked,” William cried out as he withdrew his cock from her pussy. Her muscles clung to it as if she didn’t want him to pull out, but the moment that thick head of his cock was trapped by the tight opening of her pussy, he shoved back in, sending his cock deep inside her with a powerful thrust that sent it bottoming out in her pussy with a thud. Her body shook, but he was already withdrawing, as his hips began to pick up speed.

She felt the friction burn inside her as he fucked her hard and fast. The head of his cock battered her cervix, but all she felt was pleasure as his cock ripped up and down her pussy. He stretched her, but it wasn’t pain she felt. His hips moved so fast that his heavy balls slapped loudly against her flesh when he shoved in. She was being fucked, fucked hard, and she loved it. She tugged on the ties that bound her wrists to increase her pleasure from her helplessness.

William nodded to the two men. It was their turn now. They climbed on the bed on either side of Bridget’s head. “Take them in your mouth, Bridget; suck them while I fuck you.”

She saw the two men climb near her face; their hands gripped their cocks as they kneeled over her. She didn’t need to be told by Lord William what they wanted. One of them pushed his cock down to her lips while the other rubbed the slick head of his cock on her face. Both of them were big, bigger than Lord William or Dr. Philip. She opened her mouth, but he was too eager, thrusting with his hips and impaling her lips with his cock. Her mouth opened wide and her lips curled around his cock as the head slipped inside and slid over her tongue. His hand grabbed the side of her head and turned her so she faced his cock and his hips had a straight line to fuck her mouth and throat. Her mouth was suddenly filled with hard, demanding cock as her tongue swirled around his cock to give him the pleasure he wanted. Bridget couldn’t believe that she had two cocks inside her at the same time. She could feel them fuck her as if they were connected; both of them pushed in and withdrew at the same time. It was as though they sought out some spot deep inside her to meet. Both of them began to work her over into a frenzy of sexual pleasure.

The two men at her head took turns in her mouth, never leaving her alone for very long. They drove deep in her mouth, making her choke and gag, but Bridget found herself taking it without any regrets. Lord William’s cock inside her pussy was giving her such pleasure, so she wanted to give it back.

William watched as the two men fucked her mouth. They tried to push their cocks in her mouth at the same time, but no matter how wide her lips spread, they could only get the heads in without tearing her. William wouldn’t last much longer as he speeded up, to slam hard inside her to make her body shudder under the relentless attack of his cock.

William was the first to cum, and he took Bridget with him. He felt her pussy flutter over his cock as he spewed his cum into her hot hole. He saw the look of pleasure etched on her face as the orgasm ripped through her body. Just then, the man in her mouth shoved in hard as he came. The other man stroked his cock on her face and joined in, cumming all over her soft, smooth complexion with his thick, white cum. She gulped and gurgled as she tried to swallow the cum that filled her mouth, but the man was profuse, and soon, his cum leaked down her chin to mix with all the cum that covered her face.

Her body exploded in such pleasure when the three men came on her. She felt for the first time a man spew his hot cum inside her pussy, blanketing it as she came with him. When the three of them pulled away, her face was covered with cum. She was still bound, so she couldn’t wipe it away. The thick crème sat on her skin.

Bridget was finally untied, and they gave her a basin of water and a washcloth to wipe the cum from her face and pussy, but the taste still lingered in her mouth. The two men brought over a large wooden bench to the center of the room.

“Kneel up on the bench, Bridget; we’re not done with you yet.” William had one more hole to breach, one more virgin hole that needed to be taken from her.

She didn’t know how they could cum again, but she kneeled obediently on the bench as Dr. Philip arranged her body. She was on her hands and knees, as he spread her legs wider. He pushed on her back until the position forced her ass up into the air, but she never expected anything except for a cock in her pussy. Lord William stood in front of her; his hand lifted her chin up until his cum-drenched cock slid through her lips. He wasn’t rock hard, but he was still big enough, he soon gripped her head and rocked her back and forth on his cock as it began to grow once again. She felt someone behind her; sure, it was Dr. Philip, his hands soft and expertly stroking her body. Not even his fingers on her anus distracted her, already learning that the men loved to push fingers in her tight hole. She didn’t know what pleasure they got from it, but it wasn’t painful, just uncomfortable to be touched in such a place. Not even when his slick and cold finger touched her anus distracted her from sucking Lord William’s cock to greater hardness. The finger in her ass pushed in without much trouble, sliding easily into her rectum as she relived the pleasure she felt when she was penetrated in her backside while she came. She couldn’t deny that it increased her pleasure, though she should’ve been ashamed by it.

Philip made short work of getting her ass ready for Lord William. He stretched it as he greased it up until the tiny, brown wrinkled hole glistened with the grease. He went around in front of her. “She’s ready, Lord William.” As Lord William pulled out of her mouth, Philip took his place, and she soon sucked his cock so expertly. She’d learned well. “Careful, I don’t want to feel any teeth, no matter what,” he warned her as Lord William went behind her.

She didn’t know what they would do, but she didn’t care. She loved the attention she got, even if it was cocks that wanted her. A virgin too long, she enjoyed the pleasure they gave her. And her father didn’t see her any longer. She sucked on Dr. Philip’s cock, and then, she felt Lord William rub his cock up and down her pussy from behind. This would be a new position; he’d be able to push his cock in deep when he was behind her. She felt his cock slide up and down, but then, it moved up her backside, sliding through her crack until she felt the hot, thick head of his cock on her anus. It suddenly dawned on her when he pushed with his hips and she felt her anal ring forced to stretch open as the slick head of his cock began to push in. “MMMGGLLL,” unintelligible words came out of her cock stuffed mouth, but both men knew what she meant.

“Don’t bite my cock,” Philip warned her one more time. “Lord William is going to slip his cock up your ass and take your last virgin hole. He’s going to shove it in deep, so take him, and give him his pleasure.”

She had no choice, the two men pinned her between them. As Dr. Philip pushed with his hips and tried to slip his cock down her throat, Lord William pushed his cock hard against her anus. She felt her tight anal ring open up, feeling it burn as it stretched wide and slipped slowly over the head of his cock. Wider and wider it stretched. “GGLLUGGH!” She cried out as the head of his cock suddenly breached her anus, bouncing excitedly inside her rectum. It felt like a log was shoved in her backside as the muscles in her backside tried to force it out.

William couldn’t wait to let her accommodate his cock; he had to be deep inside her. He pulled his cock back just a bit then thrust in hard until he buried another two inches in her bowels. He looked down to see the stalk of his cock jutting out from her ass hole, but he had three inches inside the tight hole as her muscles rippled up and down it.

She cried out as her ass was impaled on the cock, but when she jerked forward in pain, the other cock slipped into her throat. It was as though it was one cock that went up her ass and went through her throat and out her mouth. Both of them began to saw in and out. The thrusts in her bowels were painful as his big cock stretched her in places that had never been touched from outside. In and out, her anal ring stretched over his cock and slid up and down over it so tight that it burned. She soon felt the cock enter her so deep that it felt like her belly was full, his cock twitched excitedly in her guts.

The two men battered her body, front and back for a long time. William had cum not long ago, so he took his time and pleasure as her guts rippled up and down his guts with such pleasure. He never felt anything as hot and tight as her ass. Her pussy was like that, but this felt a bit different, the hole somehow felt different. He could also feed more of his long cock in her guts, her intestines long and took his cock until he slammed hard into the deepest depths of her bowels. He then ripped his cock out, then back in, making her gasp around Philip’s cock from the sudden impalement of her ass hole.

She didn’t cum this time, but Lord William did in her ass. It was strange to feel his hot cum burn her insides, in a hole that wasn’t destined for such a thing. He cared little that it was her ass, and it took her a long time until she could squeeze his cock out of her ass along with a flood of his cum. She wasn’t left alone long without a cock; Dr. Philip took his place, shoving his cock up her ass and not caring that it was filled with Lord William’s cum. One of the other two men used her mouth while the other man waited, and she knew she wouldn’t be finished until she had taken all four men up her ass. It wasn’t what she expected.

Dr. Philip made sure that Bridget got pleasure, even as she was ass fucked. He brought his toy with him and worked over her pleasure button as the first man came up her ass, making her cum at the same time. He managed to give her another orgasm as the second man took her in the ass, even though she had to suck the soiled cock of the man that had fucked her ass.

“Put them both in cells. He’ll stay in my prison for what he has done. Bridget can pleasure some of my friends until I tire of her.” William told the two guards. He’d dispose of her father soon enough.





Chapter 8


The Rest of Ireland Invaded



William was called to King Diarmait urgently. He hated to go, enjoying all the fine women of Wexford that ended up in his dungeon, but although he despised the king, he was still his ally. It was two days’ ride, and by the time he got there, he was tired. The king wanted to see him immediately.

William kneeled ceremonially before King Diarmait, thought he considered him inferior. He did it so the king would retain the look of ruling the land, instead of the Normans. William suspected what the king wanted. “You look well, King Diarmait.”

“So do you, Lord William. Life in Wexford seems to suit you.”

“Yes, it’s a lovely city, but my men grow weary and fat. They are soldiers that love a fight and grow soft when they sit around and do nothing but drink and lust after the women.”

“That’s good, Lord William. King Henry II’s emissary had just visited me. It seems that some of the renegade shires of Ireland are harassing the English villages. One in particular is troubling and King Henry II has strongly suggested that if I don’t do something about it, he will and we’ll not like the results. I don’t want a fight with the English, so these rebellious Irishman must be put down.”

“Does the English king know who these rebels are, or is he looking for an excuse to take back Ireland?” William feared the English and knew he couldn’t win a fight against them.

“He knows of one troubling rebel, Lord Harkin O'Donoghue of the Kerry Shire. He has two ships out attacking small villages and threatening King Henry II. The English warships are chasing them now but haven’t had success in capturing him or killing him.”

“I will take care of him with dispatch, King Diarmait. I know just how to do it. I hope you don’t mind if we visit a few other villages along the way and make sure that everyone gets the message.” It would give him a chance to expand his rule.

“No, we need to take care of this immediately. King Henry II has his eyes on Ireland, but he’s busy with other fights for now. I don’t want to give him no choice but to invade us.” He needed Lord William’s soldiers to back him. He didn’t want his kingdom revolting once again. “Now, join me for a night of festivities.”

“Yes, King Diarmait, let me go to my room and clean up. We’ll celebrate our success. It won’t take long to take down this rebel. He’ll come to me. I’ll make sure of that.” William already had a plan in mind, a plan that would allow him to avail himself of some nice, delicious female flesh. He’d enjoy the time that he’d have to wait for this rebel to give himself up.

William only spent one night with the king; he was eager to get back and put his plan in motion. He already sent word back, and his scouts would already set out to give him all the information he required to enact his plan.

* * * *

It was a little over a week when he got the information he wanted. Lord Harkin was gone from his castle, but he left behind his lovely wife, Caitlin. Only married less than a year, she was barely touched. He heard of her beauty. Lord Harkin left his castle and village largely unguarded, taking two ships with his best men. They had been gone for months now. William got word that one of his ships was sunk by an English warship, but the other escaped, presumably with Lord Harkin at its helm. The English thought it was damaged, and they cut off the route for it to return home. Its only chance was the continent to make the repairs and then try to make for home. The English intelligence was timely, so it would be months before Lord Harkin could reach home to find what William had left him.

“I want five ships ready by the end of the week, all of them fully provisioned, and armed.” He assembled all his leaders. “We’ll attack many villages at once, all along the coast. I’ll take two ships and take the homeland of this rebel, Lord Harkin. I want to conduct the raid personally. I have a special treasure that I’ll seek out.”

The men rang out their excitement. They were eager to fight and gain the treasures they could take from the villages and the women they’d plunder. The Irish were no match for them. William would make sure that the cargo hold was transformed so he’d enjoy the voyage home. His cock grew hard at the thoughts that raced through his head.

* * * *

William’s two ships broke off with the others days ago as he headed to Dingle Bay. They moored off the shores about five miles away, and he sent five scouts inland to check out the village and castle. William had more than enough men to storm the castle, but he didn’t want to lose any of them unnecessarily. He sat on the deck and drank wine while he waited.

“There weren’t many soldiers, about ten or so, most of them at the gate to the castle. The village had about sixty people or so men, but most of them are past their prime or children. Nighttime would be best to attack, just as the sun sets and most go home to eat.” The scouts had spent a full day watching the village. It would be defenseless against them.

“How about Lord Harkin’s woman, did you see them?” This is what William wanted to know about.

“She is beautiful, a young thing with a nice body. She has pale skin but red hair. I’ve never seen a red-haired bush.”

“Was anyone with her?”

“Yes, two other lovely girls. One of them has honey-blonde hair and one has brown hair. Their bodies rival their mistress.” He’d stroked his cock until he shot off in the high grass when he watched them.

“It makes the plan easier.” William was pleased with three lovely females to enjoy. It would make it easier for him to convince Caitlin to indulge in his perverted acts, using them as leverage to get what he wanted. “Get the men ready. We’ll set off by land. The ships will take the bay as soon as we launch the attack.”

* * * *

The guard sat down next to the gate, a glass of ale and a plate filled with lamb and vegetables. He put his sword down next to him and began to enjoy his dinner. Guard duty wasn’t much trouble, more boredom than anything else. At least the food was good. The other two guards went home for dinner, he was the only bachelor, but their wives fed him well.

They snuck up on him silently; two of them, but it was too easy. There was only one guard and his throat was slit while his mouth was filled with meat. The blood rushed down his cloak, and the gurgling sounds were the last sounds from his mouth. He slumped onto the ground. One of them men took a bite off his plate. “He eats too well, he’s fat and sloppy.” They manned the gates to makes sure they stayed open as the rest of the men approached.

A horn broke the silence of the growing night. The sun set in the sky as lights glowed from inside the hovels and the castle windows. Someone yelled out in panic as the horn rang out the dangers. It was too late for the people of the village. They raced out of their hovels, unprepared for what met them.

William joined in the melee, enjoying the slaughter as well as the next man. He didn’t fear for his life; he was an expert swordsman. He took the first two men with ease, slicing off the head of one and gutting the other. He saw the shocked looks on their wives’ faces, but he had no quarrel with them, sparing their lives. They would regret his decision when his men had their way with them. They would stay the night in the village, though William would take his captives to the ship where he could enjoy all the pleasures that he had in the cargo hold. There would be no quick rescue for the village.

His men cut their way through the village and then into the gates of the castle, his men stood guard to keep the gates up as they advanced on the castle. A few arrows shot down from the walls, but it already grew dark and they weren’t very easy targets. He dispatched three men up the turrets to silence the bowmen.

Men rushed out with swords in their hands but were met by cutthroats that cut them down before they got very far. They were seamen, not soldiers. The soldiers had left them defenseless, assuming they were safe. William made his way into the castle. It was big, so it would take a while to find his prey, but there was no escape for them.

Elan rushed to Caitlin’s bedroom, the first to get there. It took Orla a minute longer, but she had two soldiers with her, though they didn’t look like they could do much. They were young and inexperienced, and you could see the fear etched in their faces. “We must hide in the secret room. They’ll not find us there.”

“Stay behind to protect us,” Elan told the two men as the five of them ran softly down the deserted hallway. She could hear the screams of terror and pain along with the cries of celebration from the invaders as they moved closer inside the castle. The castle had fallen, and their only hope was that they wouldn’t be found and the invaders would take what they came after and leave. Elan prayed for the souls outside.

They made it to the last room in the hallway, opening up the door to the large room that was Lord Harkin’s office. Behind the large family crescent flag that draped one wall was the small door. It creaked open slowly, and the dank air was released. “Get in,” she urged Caitlin and Orla.

It was dirty and smelly, but it was safe. Caitlin pushed to the back and found the small candle but didn’t light it. They would use it later when they thought it was safe.

Elan was the last one to get in. She spoke to the two soldiers. “Go back to the stairway and fight them off.” She knew they wouldn’t survive, and she could see that they had the same realization on their faces. “Do it for Lord Harkin O'Donoghue, your master.”

Elan crawled inside the small room as the two men closed the rock door that sealed it. The light was gone and they were plunged into darkness. The three of them huddled together as they awaited their fate. The room was hot, little air, but it was better than the fate they met outside.

“We’ll be okay; they won’t find us here,” Caitlin tried to reassure the others.

It was just about over, the bloodshed let up and the rest of the people surrendered, even the men. They were herded like animals, the men separated from the women as William’s men began to pick the women that would serve their sexual pleasures. They found many, some married, but sure, they found a few unmarried virgins to pluck. The men were tied up and placed in the courtyard where a few men could guard them. The women were herded off to the main room in the castle where they would serve the pleasure of their conquerors and all would see them perform.

William took six men up the stairs to the bedrooms in pursuit of his prize. As they approached the stairs, they saw the two soldiers gaze down the stairway at them, fear etched in their young faces. “Take them alive, I want them to talk but make sure they feel the pain of their surrender.” The two soldiers weren’t worthy adversaries for William’s skills. His most inexperienced man could take them without any trouble.

“Don’t come any closer, or we’ll slay you,” the soldier’s voice stammered nervously as he saw the six men come at them up the stairs. They held swords out in front of them; some of them still sported the red bloods of their friends.

“So they’re slayers, we should retreat,” one of William’s soldiers laughed out loudly. “Seize them!”

The two soldiers held their ground with dignity as the men rushed them, but they were brought to their knees without too much trouble. They expected their lives to be crushed by the first blow, but instead, they felt the pain as blades slashed their bodies; each soldier received at least six blows that tore through their flesh and muscles before they crumbled to the ground. The sharp point of swords pressed into the neck as they trembled in fear and pain. Blood rushed from their wounds, but none serious enough to kill them, yet they were all painful.

William walked up to the two men. He picked the one he thought was the weakest. “Put his hands on the railing.” Two men grabbed his arms and shoved him up until he kneeled near the railing, his hands forced out so his fingers fanned out on the wide railing. “Where are the women?”

“Spare me, I know of no women up here. They are all gone, your men must have captured them by now,” he pleaded.

William nodded and the man’s scream rose up high as one of his men cut off his index finger with his sharp blade. Blood began to spurt out, but they’d do nothing to stop it.

“OOOOWWW!” His body went into shock when he looked down and his finger was gone. The pain shot to his brain as he watched the red lifeblood run from the wound.

“Where are the women?”

“Gone, sir, spare me,” he begged, but then, he was forced to watch as the blade came down; this time, it took off two more fingers all the way down to the knuckles. “OOOOWWWW!” He could feel the life flowing from his body, as he grew cold. They held his hand as his heart pumped out his blood from the spurting wounds.

“The women; show me where they are hidden.” He didn’t even wait for an answer. His soldier cut off his hand at the wrist. The soldier fell to the ground, but he was dead before his head cracked on the hard floor.

William looked at the other soldier, his body trembled, and his trousers were wet with his urine. “Would you like to tell me where they’re at? If not, I think my soldiers will cut off your balls and your cock and make you eat them until you choke on them and die.”

“I’ll show you. Will you spare me?”

“Yes, but be quick about it. I’m losing my patience.” They followed him down the hallway until they got to a room. William opened the door, and they looked inside to make sure that there were no more soldiers inside. “Where are they?” William whispered so no one hiding inside would hear them. He didn’t want to have to drag them out.

“Behind the banner there is a small door.”

“Go to it and open it. Tell them the invaders are gone and it’s safe to come out.”

They moved quietly as the soldier pulled back the banner and slowly opened the door.

They heard a noise and the door started to open. Caitlin held the knife in front of her. The light started to come in and then she saw him. It was one of the soldiers that guarded her. He was wounded, but he was alive.

“Come out, you’re safe now. They’ve gone.” He lied to them, shivering as he felt a sword stick into his balls from behind.

“Are you sure?” Elan was nervous. It was too soon.

“Yes, we fought them off, but I’m the only one to survive. Come, quickly, we’ll go out the back and escape in case they come back.”

One by one, they started to go out. Elan was the first, checking for her mistress. She knew they were betrayed as soon as she stepped outside, confronted by six men, their swords pointed at her.

Caitlin stopped, knowing something was wrong. She grabbed Orla before she could get out.

“Come out, or I’ll slit the neck of this lovely girl,” William ordered her. He had no plans of harming such delicious female flesh, at least not until he had a taste of it. But the soldier that protected them, William had no further use for him. He slit his throat and pushed him until he fell in front of the open door. “Your female friend is next, and I assure you, it wouldn’t be quick like that one. I’ll make it slow and painful for her so you can watch every agonizing moment of her death.”

Caitlin would never let anything happen to Elan because of her. There was no escape from the room. “Don’t hurt her, we’re coming out.” Caitlin was the first to come out, followed by Orla. They saw the men and knew they were in trouble.

“What do you want from us?”

“You’re coming with us. Your husband, Lord Harkin, has been troublesome and King Henry II is dissatisfied. He has instructed me to handle the matter, and I thought capturing Lord Harkin’s wife would make him more amenable to ending his rebel conflict with the English.”

At least she knew he was alive, but she feared these men. She saw the way that they killed the soldier without provocation except to make an example of him. “Are you to be a gentleman with us?”

“As much as I like to think of myself as a gentleman, I’m more a man. A man that has desires, dark desires. I have an insatiable appetite in the more perverse pleasures of men and women, and I’m going to enjoy the most degrading acts on the three of your lovely bodies.”

“We’ll never consent to such acts; we’re ladies.” Caitlin said it defiantly.

“But of course, I would expect nothing more from ladies of your fine caliber. For that reason, I have outfitted the hold of my ship with some of my finest pieces of furniture, all made of iron bars that will place a woman’s body in the most exotic, if not painful, positions that are possible. The three of you will soon learn that pleasure and pain are hard to distinguish between. You’ll beg for my cock to take you.” He turned to his men. “Bind their wrists behind them and let’s get aboard the ship. Then, you can return to the village, enjoy the festivities, and share in the rewards. I’ve seen many nice females to be ravished by all.”

The men were cruel when they tied their wrists; the ropes dug in too tight and Caitlin felt the needles in her fingers as the blood was cut off. They were paraded out of the castle as trophies. Caitlin saw the village filled with bodies of her friends. There were ten men tied in the courtyard, and she saw a group of the younger women in the living room of the castle as they left. They were serving food and drink to the soldiers that lay across her furniture. The soldier’s hands pawed at the women with immunity, and Caitlin feared their fate as well as her own.

There were two ships anchored close to the dock. They were pushed into skiffs and rowed out to the largest ship. Hands crawled all over their bodies as they were shoved up onto the deck, running over their backsides as they tried to twist away, even hands pawed at their breasts. The one in charge did nothing to stop the men; in fact, he had a smirk on his face as he watched. Caitlin didn’t dare look down to the front of his trousers, sure, that she’d see an excited bulge. This man got his pleasure in taking women against their will.

They were brought down into the bowels of the ship until they were in the large hold. Caitlin’s eyes opened wide in fear when she saw what was in it. His description of the furniture paled in comparison to what her eyes witnessed. Caitlin knew they were in serious trouble. Her husband wouldn’t find them fast enough. They’d suffer beneath this man for a long time first. The three of them would be used in the most perverse ways, and from the look of the barrels around the hold, many would come to watch their degradation.





Chapter 9


Ship’s Dungeon



William brought four of his most trusted men with him to help with the women. They eagerly volunteered when they saw how beautiful the women were. They knew of William’s penchants for making young women perform for him and others, and they knew they’d witness and participate in such perverse acts. One of the women was nobility, and they loved the thought of her submitting sexually to them. They had spent time getting the hold ready, and they saw all the opportunities. They’d miss out in the festivities and women tonight in the village, but they knew they wouldn’t be disappointed.

William took possession of Caitlin, as Hugh and Vital held Orla close by, and Geoffrey and Robert pushed Elan into the hold. It was hot inside the hold. “Secure them to the posts.”

The women panicked when the men shoved them against the strange iron posts. They were bolted to the floor with four black iron bolts. One thick iron rod shot up high from the floor. It had two, thinner iron rods that were at a right angle to the main support. One was low down, not far from the floor. Two rings were secured to it at either end and there were leather straps tied to the rod. Higher up was another iron rod at a right angle to the main support. This one had a thick leather strap that was attached to the back of the rod; in front, it was open with a thick buckle on it.

Caitlin struggled as her back was pressed up against the cold iron rod. The one that held her was named William, the leader of the invaders. He pushed her back until her head struck the rod hard. He moved quickly behind her, not giving her a chance to move away, the blow to her head slowed her down. She felt the leather strap go around her throat, and when he shut the two pieces together and tightened the buckle, she could barely breathe. The leather cut into the flesh of her neck. Her upper body was pinned against the iron rod. He kneeled at her feet, and she felt his hand on her ankle. His fingers dug into her soft flesh when she tried to move away, she soon felt the iron ring encircle her ankle, and the leather tie wrapped around it. He did the same with the other, Caitlin was at least thankful that her legs were together. He looked up at her, but he didn’t get up yet. The bottom iron bar slid along the main shaft as it rose up higher, dragging her ankles with it. She couldn’t keep her feet flat on the ground any longer, balancing precariously on her toes as if she were a ballerina. He locked it in place. He stood up and went behind her, and she felt the bar that held the neck strap pull up higher. The unyielding strap yanked hard on her neck as it slid up, forcing her head up higher as she feared he suffocate her. When he locked the bar in place, her body was stretched up tall and rigid. He untied her wrists but only long enough to secure them behind the iron rod, this time tighter until her body pressed hard against the unyielding iron. He finally stepped back and admired his work, grinning broadly with an evil glint in his eyes.

Caitlin looked at Orla and Elan, both of them secured in the same way. Caitlin couldn’t look down with the leather strap around her neck, but she could see how the other women looked. Their bodies were drawn up tight, their breasts pushed out prominently and neither could move an inch. The five men stepped back, and she couldn’t help but notice the way their hands reached down to their crotches and gripped their manhood.

“Sit down and have an ale to celebrate our victory.” He looked over at the three women and made his decision. The honey blonde looked more experienced than the other one. She’d be the first. He moved next to her. “What is your name?” He was impatient, and when he didn’t get an answer right away, his hand swung through the air and found the soft flesh of her cheek. With her head bound rigidly, she couldn’t move much, so her face absorbed all of the power of his blow.

Orla was shocked and cried out in pain when the hand slapped her face with such power. She saw stars when her head was rocked and the leather strap around her neck tightened with such force that she couldn’t breathe. Her heart pounded as the pain radiated from her cheek throughout her body. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed. She saw the man look at her, his hand raised up to strike her again. “Orla,” she quickly spat out her name. “Orla.”

Caitlin was shocked by the sound of the blow. Orla didn’t do anything, but the man slapped her so hard. She looked at Elan, and she had the same look of fear on her face.

“You’re a lovely woman, Orla. Are you a virgin, Orla?”

Orla was shocked at the question, no self-respecting gentlemen would ask a woman such a thing, but this man wasn’t a gentlemen, he was a monster. “Nooo,” her voice trembled in fear and shame. She knew she had to answer or suffer another blow to her face.

“I suspected that, Orla. That’s good; you won’t be so shocked from what I’ll expect from you. You have a lovely body, but you have too many clothes on. My men and I would love to see more; I hope you don’t mind.” He stared into her eyes and saw the hopelessness in them. He moved closer to her and pressed his body up against the front of her. She couldn’t move and his cock soon pushed up against her mound. He flexed his cock, his trousers tight, but it moved excitedly at the thought of her naked and bound before him.

Orla couldn’t help but feel him press up against her until his crotch touched her mound. His hips moved from side to side, and she felt his hardness move as he rubbed on her so obscenely for all to see. He was big and excited; Orla feared that his excitement was from her helplessness and he’d only want more. She bit her lip in silence as he humped her like a stray dog. Then, his hands moved up to her waist, taking possession of her as if he were her lover.

He loved the feel of her body against him, from her soft mound to her full breasts pushed into his chest. His face was inches from hers. “Kiss me, and I want to feel the passion in it or else!”

He tilted his head slightly as he leaned in closer, and his lips soon found her wet, soft lips, feeling them tremble in fear, but he took it as excitement as he pressed his mouth onto hers. His lips were demanding, and his tongue fought to slide through her clenched lips. His hands reached around, pinched one of her plump buttocks, and when she cried out, his tongue entered her mouth with ease. Another pinch, this time harder, and he felt her tongue intertwine with his. He ground his lips on her, kissing her passionately as he pressed his cock harder into her mound as if he could fuck her standing up. Not even when his hand slid up to cup one of her pendulous breasts failed to stop her from kissing him back. She learned quickly.

He pawed at her body, but Orla couldn’t do anything but try to appease him with her kiss. His hand squeezed her breast, and she knew everyone could see what he did. He continued to rub and hump her mound with his growing erection, but she couldn’t do anything but kiss him back. She could barely breathe; his mouth sealed her lips with his. When he finally broke the kiss and moved back, she huffed loudly as she tried to fill her lungs. The leather strap around her throat made it difficult to breathe.

“You learn to obey quickly, Orla. That’s a good thing for you. Such nice firm, young breasts you have.” He saw the fear in her eyes when he took out his knife. “Have no fear; it’s only to slice off your dress.”

That brought her little relief, the thought of being stripped naked in front of the men and Caitlin and Elan. She began to sob louder, her chest heaving. She couldn’t see his hand that well, but she heard the tearing of her dress as the knife sliced effortlessly through the fabric. He started at the bottom of her dress, slicing it up all the way to her waist. He did the same to the other side. His hand slid up to the straps of her dress, the only thing that kept it up. She could see the knife now as it sliced through the straps and the sleeves with such ease. She also saw the blood on the knife, though it wasn’t hers. It was an unlucky man or woman that got in his way. She felt her dress start to fall down, her cleavage revealed more vividly. Then, he cut away the sides and the scraps of her dress fell to her feet. She was bound to the pole in only her brief undergarments. The top was a thin silk chemise that flowed over her breasts and a white silk undergarment that was pulled up to her waist but revealed all of her naked legs.

William was eager to explore her lush body, seeing her shiver in fear, half-naked and bound. He moved in front of her again, pressing his body up against her until his cock snuggled up against her mound. He could feel her unencumbered breasts push into his chest and thought he felt hard nipples push into his chest. He felt her suck in her breath loudly when his hands slid up to her sides and slid under the chemise to find, hot, soft flesh beneath his fingers. “A lovely body, Orla. Especially your breasts,” as his hand slid up under the chemise and found the naked flesh of her lush bare breasts.

“NNNOOOO,” she cried out, but she couldn’t do anything as his large hand engulfed her naked breast. He squeezed it too harshly, but she couldn’t stop her nipple from growing hard from the unwelcome touch. His hand mauled her breast, not caressing it, as a lover would do. His fingers were harsh as they dug furrows into her soft flesh. Then, his fingers moved up to her nipple, and she felt him squeeze it so tight that she was afraid he’d make the tip burst from the trapped blood in it. He twisted and turned his fingers on the sensitive tip of her breast, all while he humped her as if he were trying to rip his organ through her undergarments. “Please, not so hard,” she begged, but he twisted her nipple cruelly and brought a fresh cry from her lips.

William stepped back and admired his handiwork. She might not enjoy his fondling fingers on her nipple, but the pain or pleasure had made it so hard that it pushed out the silk chemise so luridly. “Let’s get rid of that chemise so our tired eyes can feast on your young, firm breasts.”

Her body turned flushed with shame as the knife slid across the delicate fabric with such haste. It soon fell to the ground, leaving her heaving breasts bared for all to see. He stood aside as the men stared lewdly at her naked breasts as they stroked their growing erections in their trousers. “NNOOO, don’t cut meeee!” She saw him move the knife below her breast and then slide the sharp point along her flesh until it got to her nipple. He picked her nipple up by the tip of his knife, and she felt the sharp point dig into the nerve-rich endings on her nipple. The pain shot through her breast as he swirled his knife blade around her naked flesh. In spite of what he did, her nipple swelled so hard with pounding blood as if she liked it. He rolled her nipple with the edge of the knife, feeling the burning pain as he cut tiny slices in her flesh. Her body was frozen, fearing he’d cut her nipple off.

Caitlin and Elan were forced to watch the demise of Orla, stripped to her waist for all to see as William played a knife over her intimate body with such cruelty. He put the knife down, but then, his fingers took up the task as he pinched, squeezed, and twisted her nipples until the hard flesh was gnarled. Orla groaned in pain, but she had no choice. Soon, he grew tired of abusing her nipples with his fingers, but then, it was his mouth that abused them. He licked, sucked, and bit her nipple while the other hand kept the tip hard and waiting. When he finished, both of her breasts were covered in his spit, the white flesh covered with red bites. The tips were bright red and swollen. They knew what he would do next.

William went behind her this time, wishing the iron rod wasn’t in the way so he could rub his cock on her ass, but he’d soon have that pleasure. Then, he felt it, her hands were bound behind her back, and he moved so that his cock fit neatly into her hands. He couldn’t control the contractions of his cock as her fingers squirmed to get away, but only succeeded in giving him more pleasure. His hands slid around her waist, feeling her body tremble from his touch. His hands slid up until they cupped her full, firm breasts, and his fingers played across her nipples for all to see. “What have you got down there for us to see, Orla?”

His hands touched her so intimately, but when they slid over her naked stomach, she panicked. Her fingers were trapped by his crotch, and no matter how much she struggled, his hard organ was in her hands. It was so big, bigger than any organ she’d touched before. His hands reached the top of her undergarment and then slid inside. She heard the ripping of the fragile fabric, as his large hands were too big to be contained in them along with her body. His fingers touched her bush, making her shiver unexpectedly. It sent tremors through her body as his fingers grew bolder. She felt him squeeze her mound; his strong fingers pinched her lips together. She would’ve pushed away, but the iron bars kept her body poised tall and defenseless. Her only saving grace was that her legs were still tied close together. Her undergarment finally couldn’t stand any more of the abuse, and they tore from his hands inside them. He moved his hands to her naked hips as the garment tore so he could expose her mound for all to see.

Most of the men had never seen a blonde bush before. It was almost as if she had shaved the hairs off, the fine hairs difficult to see and covered very little. Her full lips were clearly visible as well as the sharp divide of her slit. They waited for William to show them more.

“Would you like to see more?” William asked his eager men and heard a harmonious yes from them. He whispered in Orla’s ear to shame her since she wouldn’t be able to see how lewdly she’d be exposed. “I’m going to spread the wings of your pussy open and let everyone see the pink, wet inner flesh. Then, I’m going to use my fingers to open up your cunt and let them see how tight you are, which I’m sure you are. I suspect that you haven’t been used much, but my men and I will remedy that situation. We’ll have you begging for cock.”

Her body was bright red in shame when she felt his fingers pluck apart her pussy lips. She felt the heat in the hold on the wet, inner flesh, and she groaned when he yanked her lips open too wide. It felt like he tried to tear them off. It got worse, his fingers began to explore her slit, sliding up and down it as she struggled not to feel any pleasure, but she couldn’t stop the wetness, especially when his finger rode to the top of her slit and found her secret pleasure button with such ease. She was surprised by his hands, no longer harsh, he rolled it with such pleasure, and he gently stroked it back and forth with his finger. She struggled with her inner turmoil, not wanting to show any arousal, but he tested her resolve. Then, his fingers moved down, and she found her pussy impaled on a fat finger. He shoved inside her without any preliminaries, but he found her shame when his finger found her wet inside. His finger felt like a tiny organ as it explored her. It had been a long time since she had the pleasure of a man inside her.

Is that her fingers moving over my cock, or is it just my excitement? William felt her hot, tight pussy, shoving two fingers inside her to stretch her. If she wasn’t bound, he was sure that he’d have her on her toes as his fingers penetrated her deep. He moved his hips and her fingers never tried to move from his cock. He was sure that some of her fingers curled around the shaft of his cock. “Would you like your pleasure, Orla? In front of everyone?” He looked at the four men seated in front of the bound women. “I hear you have a talented mouth, Hugh. Would you like to make Orla come in front of everyone?”

“Only if she’ll do the same to me.” But, he already stood up from the chair, eager to taste her fine royal pussy.

“You won’t mind sucking his cock, would you, Orla? If he makes you cum with his mouth and tongue?”

No, she couldn’t do that, she couldn’t let him do that to her. Not in front of everyone, forced to have an orgasm as if she wanted this. “No, noo, nooo!” She cried out in protest, but Hugh already kneeled down in front of her. He was a big man, with big hands. His hands slid up her naked legs, and she soon felt them between her thighs. Her legs were spread slightly, but she clenched her thighs tightly together, but his hands already caressed the soft flesh of her inner thighs as they moved up to her mound.

Caitlin was shocked at what he was going to do. His mouth drooled as it neared Orla’s mound, his fingers already plucked at the sweet lips of her mound to pull them open.

Orla gasped loudly when his mouth grasped onto her pussy lips and sucked them into his mouth with powerful force. She didn’t expect that or expect to feel his sharp teeth nibble on the sensitive lips of her pussy. He ground them back and forth, not so much pain as the shame of what he was doing in front of everyone. His hands were everywhere; one was on her backside as he squeezed her buttock as if it were a ripe fruit. She felt his fingers dig into her flesh and the crack of her backside opened up by the sheer power of his fingers. Her anus contracted and pulsated at the way her cheeks were parted; glad that no one could see behind her. Hugh gobbled nosily as his lips and mouth sucked, bit and licked every inch of her pussy. Where his mouth wasn’t, his fingers were. He roused her pleasure button out of hiding with his fingers, but then, his tongue lashed at it, back and forth over the very tip as Orla struggled with the growing arousal that she tried to avoid. His lips sealed over her button, and then, she felt it stretched so far into his mouth by his powerful suction that it felt like he was trying to rip it off. He finally released it, but then, she found her pussy impaled on two thick fingers while his tongue lavished such attention on her.

Hugh had her going, tasting her growing arousal and wetness, lapping up the sweet nectar of her pussy while he felt the contractions of her pussy on his fingers as though it was his cock and she was bringing him pleasure. He wished he could get behind her and suck her ass hole, but he was sure that he’d get that pleasure soon enough. For now, he was eager to make her cum for he wanted his reward. He wanted to feel her sweet lips around his cock and her tongue bringing him such excitement. “Cum for me, Orla,” William urged her as Hugh used his mouth and fingers to wring the pleasure from her bound body.

Orla fought it as long as she could, but William joined in, pushing his organ against her fingers as his hands fondled her nipples until perky tips. She couldn’t stop her fingers from curling around his organ and squeezing it as the pleasure built up in her body. She wouldn’t last much longer, his tongue and fingers were relentless in the pleasure he gave her. She’d never let a man do that to her before, but bound and stripped naked, she had no control over what they did to her. That scared her and excited her. She feared what she’d have to do once she got her pleasure, but it was too late to stop the pleasure in her body as it exploded. She cried out when the orgasm ripped through her body, but his tongue sucked and yanked hard on her pleasure button to drive her orgasm higher. She knew she’d wet his face with her arousal, but she couldn’t stop her hips from trying to drive her mound harder into his mouth or her fingers tighter around the organ behind her. It felt like hours before she slumped in her bondage, her body exhausted by her pleasure. Her fingers reluctantly released the organ behind her as Hugh moved away.





Chapter 10


More



“Take her down. I think the chair would be good. I have a better idea.” William moved next to Caitlin and whispered in her ear. “You’ll soon be naked and on your knees ready to worship my cock with your mouth. You’ll take it down your throat as I enjoy your throat gagging, but you won’t be finished until you swallow every drop of my seed.”

Orla was released, but the chair was nothing like any chair she ever saw before. It was a shell of iron bars, four legs, with only two bars to support her back. It had two armrests of iron bars but also had leather cuffs bolted to the armrests. The chair had no seat except for two slim bars near the edges; the center of it was open. At the bottom of the legs were more leather cuffs, two in front and two in the rear. The chair was bolted securely to the floor.

The man forced her into the chair and another one helped him. They first put her wrists into the cuffs to secure her. Once that was done, she couldn’t fight them off. They moved to her legs, but instead of securing them to the front of the chair, they yanked her legs all the way to the rear and secured more cuffs around her ankles. It left her legs parted wide, and she feared why they did that. It left her sex lewdly exposed for all to see and also left it defenseless. Her buttocks barely touched the slim bars on the edge, the rest of her buttocks were exposed. The wide spread of her legs left her cheeks parted.

William made sure that Orla didn’t see it when he handed it to Hugh. “Try this. I think you’ll like it better. It’ll make it more exciting for you when you control it all and Vital might help you out with her. If he plays with her harshly, you’ll enjoy her cries around your cock pleasurably.” He handed him a leather ring gag. It was large; the leather covered the wood frame that would lock in her mouth.

Hugh worked quickly with Vital. He held her head as Hugh moved the ring gag to her mouth. He pinched one of her nipples harshly and twisted it until he got a cry of pain from her lips. Her mouth opened wide as she yelled out. That was his chance. He shoved the leather ring gag beneath her upper teeth, and with his hands, he pried her lower jaw down until the gag fitted into the slot of her lower teeth. He pulled his hands away, and he saw how well it looked.

“GLLLUG, MGGGG,” the unintelligible mumblings came from her mouth. Drool ran down her chin as she slobbered, but it was the pain that she felt the most. Her jaw felt like it would break; her lips felt like the corners would tear from being pushed open so wide. She couldn’t believe her mouth could open so wide, but it gawked open widely.

Now that she was immobile, Hugh and Vital went to work on enjoying all the naked flesh available to them. It had been a long time since they had such a young woman with as lovely body as Orla. They pushed the back of the chair forward until her back arched and her ripe breasts jutted out lewdly, hard nipples pointed and begged to be touched. Hugh grabbed one of her nipples and twisted it while she cried out as spit flew from her wide-open mouth.

“GGLUGG, NNUUGH, Nnnooogh,” Orla cried out, her back ached from the unnatural arch as her breast was yanked harshly by his fingers that cruelly dug into her nipple.

William moved next to Caitlin. “Why don’t you see what you can do with her cunt,” William urged Vital. He wanted to make sure she heard it.

He didn’t need any more invitation than that. He saw how Hugh had made her cum with his mouth and sought to make her just as excited and aroused, in spite of what Hugh was ready to do. He felt her body jerk when he first touched her pussy, but his hands were gentle, not harsh as she expected. He began to play with her lips, pulling them back as his fingers stroked the wet, inner lips, so smooth and hot.

Orla bucked in the chair as she tried to clench her thighs together, but they had bound her too tight and spread so wide. She couldn’t avoid the fingers that played with her, afraid that he’d make her have an orgasm just as Hugh had done. But, she couldn’t escape the fingers that invaded her.

Vital loved the fine, blonde hair and her plump lips that glistened with her juices. His fingers searched her slit until he found it, the pleasure button that Hugh had so expertly sucked and licked until she came for him like a trained animal. His fingers took possession of it. He was surprised how much and violently she could move in the tight bondage when he squeezed the swollen bud. He ran the tip of his fingernail over the sensitive bud to scrape it with the sharp edge until she cried out again.

“Glleeeg, glllubb, Mggggg,” Orla cried out when her pleasure button was rubbed and scraped by his fingers. It started off gently, but once he made it hard and throbbing, his fingers became cruel and demanding.

“I think she’s ready for you, Hugh.” Vital would work her over as Hugh took her mouth.

Hugh stripped off his clothes in haste until he stood naked in front of her. He looked at her, her blonde hair now stuck to her sweaty forehead, but it was her mouth that inspired his hardness. He held his cock with one hand and stroked it gently in front of her face. Her pink tongue almost hung out of her mouth, surrounded by the thick black leather ring gag that stretched her pink lips so wide. The dark hole was so inviting. He ran his finger inside her mouth, her tongue tried to move away, but there was no escape, the gaping hole of her mouth was defenseless.

She tried to shake her head and get away from the foul-tasting fingers that invaded her mouth, but there was no escape. She saw Hugh in front of her, his large body naked; his muscles rippled on his chest; his skin bore the scars of swords that missed their mark. He stroked his organ in her face, so big, the head so swollen with blood that it was almost purple. The shaft was long with pounding veins running up the side and the shaft disappeared into the dense jungle of wiry black hairs. Yet, the thick hairs couldn’t hide his dangling balls between his legs. The more he stroked his organ, the wetter the head got from the drops of his seed that leaked out. If she thought that sucking his organ voluntarily was bad, this was worse. She couldn’t do anything to stop him, his organ big, and her mouth small.

Hugh grabbed her lovely blonde hair, his fingers twisted into the damp tendrils to twist her head to the side where his cock was poised. He rubbed the end of his cock over her smooth complexion, enjoying the trail of shiny cum that he left behind. He pulled her head up until he got the right angle, his fingers in her hair twisted tighter to make sure she stayed in the right position. He felt her hot breath blow on his cock as he slowly pushed the thick helmet of his cock through the open hole of the ring gag.

“GGLuggh, GGGLLAhhhh, MMMGGGG,” her muffles cries changed as he pushed deeper into her mouth.

She bucked frantically, and he heard her tone change as she tried to breathe in enough air around the thick head of his cock that threatened to block her mouth and throat. Her voice rose up higher as he slowly fed his cock into her mouth. He pulled back, but not very far, before he pushed back into her hot, wet mouth, sliding over her tongue as his hips thrust his cock forward. “You love my cock in your mouth, I can tell. Yes, let me feel your tongue go to work on it.”

Vital stripped off his clothes and stroked his cock as he waited.

Orla couldn’t do anything as Hugh’s cock dug deeper into her mouth, struggling as she fought the cruel and suffocating penetration of her mouth. He made her suffer, taking her slowly, but her natural instinct was to struggle against deeper penetrations. She feared that he would penetrate her throat and suffocate her with his large organ. Her mouth could barely suck in any air, so her nostrils flared as her head grew dizzy from the lack of air to her lungs. His cock slid easily in her wet mouth, sliding over her tongue as she tried to push it out of the way, but when it touched his organ, it made it jerk in such pleasure that it leapt violently to the roof of her mouth, only to bounce back down and sit heavily on her tongue. He pulled back as she struggled to fill her starved lungs with air, but then, his organ was back to shove deep, and this time, it lodged to the very depths of her mouth and blocked her throat with the thick head, like a cork in a bottle.

Her struggles made Hugh’s pleasure so much better; her tongue lashed out on his cock, even though she tried to escape, it brought him so much pleasure. There was no escape as his cock filled her mouth.

Vital went to work on her pussy again. Two fingers pushed effortlessly inside her, feeling her muscles clench uncontrollably on his fingers, wishing it were his cock that got the pleasure. He pinched and scratched her pleasure button, but what really got her attention was when his hand slid up her sweat-drenched crack to find the tight knot of her anus. He pushed hard against the resisting muscles of her anus, but it was no match for his sweaty fingers. He felt her anal ring slowly forced open until a finger popped into her rectum. The hot, tight hole gripped his finger so tight that he could barely move it. He twisted it from side to side until he loosened her up so he could bend his finger and stretch the tight elastic hole. He pulled his finger back, but only long enough to slide another finger alongside of it. He tore it through her reluctant anal ring as he speared her on two fat fingers.

“I think Orla enjoys the two men. Vital got her attention now; if you look, he has two fingers in her backside, as well as two in her pussy. Along with the cock in her mouth, she is full. What do you think it would feel like if all three holes were filled by big, hard cocks, Caitlin?” William teased Caitlin.

Hugh looked down at Vital when Orla gurgled and cried out. Her body shook in the chair, but she couldn’t escape Vital’s probing fingers in her ass.

Vital worked his fingers in deeper into the hot, moist sheath of her bowels. He pushed hard against the resisting muscles of her rectum as her cries rose in intensity. He shoved in a third finger, and her cry changed to a high-pitched tone.

“Whatever you did, do it again. Her tongue went crazy on my cock.” Hugh changed the angle of his cock, pushing in to the sides until he could see the head of his cock push out one of her cheeks as if it would burst through. He pushed in hard; this time, the head of his cock breached her throat, and he felt the pleasure of her throat muscles as they tried to fight off its invader. He grabbed the back of her head and with all the power of his hips, he punched his cock into her resisting throat while she gagged and choked on his hard flesh.

It felt like a giant log was pushed into her throat. Her stomach turned, and she gagged, fighting the urge to vomit, but she feared she’d choke to death before he’d pull his organ from her throat. He was ruthless, his organ rode up and down her throat, rubbing it raw as his balls slapped against her chin so lewdly. Worse were the fingers that were shoved up her backside. They stretched her in a place that shouldn’t be touched. Her anus burned as it stretched around fat fingers and bony knuckles that slid back and forth ruthlessly.

“GGLLUGH, MMGGG, NNNNGGGGOO!” She cried out around the thick organ that blocked her mouth and throat.

William loved the sounds of anguish from Orla as her mouth was fucked ruthlessly with a cock and her ass was filled with probing fingers. Hugh fucked her mouth rhythmically, but he wouldn’t last much longer.

Hugh stood up on his toes as he shoved with his hips as hard as he could. His body arched forward to stick three inches of hard cock into her virgin throat. He began to pull out, feeling her throat muscles ripple over his cock with such delight. He pulled free of her throat and heard her tormented cry as she sucked in air. He pulled out of her throat for only one reason. His body froze as it began to spasm with his lust. He cried out in triumph as he ejected a load of cum into her waiting mouth. The thick, white crème blanket her tongue, but she could do nothing as his hips jerked three more times, each time he spurted into her defenseless mouth. He put his hand under her chin, lifting her head up so she couldn’t spit out his seed.

She was grateful that she could breathe again, but now, she had to contend with a mouthful of his seed. Her mumbled sounds took on a thicker, viscous sound as his thick seed blanketed her mouth and mixed with her spit. He held her head up as her mouth filled to the brim.

“Swallow or you’ll choke on it,” Hugh warned her. He saw the suffering in her eyes as she tried to get the thick crème to go down her throat. Her nose ran and drool covered her chin, but her throat bobbed continually as she took it down her gullet.

The softening organ slowly pulled from her mouth. Her belly began to fill with the warm seed as it slowly sank down her gullet, but the taste never left her mouth. She was thankful that it was over. She’d survived the vicious mouth fucking.

Vital got up and quickly took Hugh’s place. He twisted her head the other way when Hugh didn’t get out of the way quick enough. His cock wasn’t as long as Hugh’s cock, but it was thicker. He drove it through the ring gag with barely any room to spare. He was too excited and shot into her throat with a brutal thrust as Orla struggled for air once again.

Hugh went to work on her pussy and ass to help Vital out. His fingers found her pleasure button and rode it hard, but it was his thumb that he shoved unceremoniously up her rectum that brought a fresh cry from her plugged mouth. There were barely any sounds except for muffled cries, but Hugh expected her cries reverberated over Vital’s cock with such delight.

Vital pulled his cock from her throat but only long enough for her to fill her lungs, then he was back, plugging her with his thick cock. Hugh worked her over, and her tongue lashed at his cock as she jerked and gasped from Hugh’s probing fingers.

It started all over again, but this one was more anxious. The fingers in her backside were thicker and moved relentlessly to tease at her soft muscles and stretch the walls of her bowels. He tormented her as her tongue moved frantically, and it wasn’t much longer until her mouth was filled with another thick eruption of a man’s seed. She knew what to do, gulping and swallowing all of the acrid, salty crème. He didn’t pull out; sealing her mouth with his cock, but the touch of her tongue around the sensitive head of his cock was too much for him. He reluctantly pulled out.

The smell of sex and men’s seed filled the foul air in the hold. Orla was released from the chair, but they weren’t finished with her yet. Caitlin saw the despair in her eyes as they moved her over to another of their cruel iron racks.

“It’s time for me to fuck her, Caitlin. But, don’t despair; I’ll have much more for you.”

Orla knew that eventually she’d be fucked, but she never expected that she’d suffer through so much first. Then, she saw the new iron rack. This one was low and long, a center bar was thick, and at each end were iron cross bars. Both ends had leather cuffs, the one in the back spread wider apart. She knew that they were for her arms and legs, and she was sure that the back one was spread wide for her legs. She’d be split up the middle. The whole thing sat on four legs just beneath where the cuffs were located.

Geoffrey and Robert got to help this time, hoping, like Hugh and Vital, they’d get to indulge in Orla’s charms. “Over here, down on it, straddle the center bar.” Robert pushed down on her back until she straddled the bar. It looked like a giant black cock between her legs. “Put your arms out in front of you.”

They made short work of securing her arms, but they yanked them far out until her body lay prone on the bar between her legs. Then, they went behind her. They got groans out of her as they yanked her legs back and her body was drawn taut. She groaned louder when they spread her legs. They stared up between her legs when she was spread, but their eyes weren’t on her pussy, it was on her luscious ass. Her full cheeks were parted, and in the sharp divide of her crack nestled a tiny, brown, wrinkled hole. It shone brilliantly in contract to her pale-white skin. She hadn’t figured it out yet, but they knew Lord William well. When her legs were spread, they lowered the rack closer to the ground so she could use her hands and legs to support her. William had another surprise for her.

The iron bar in the middle cut her up the middle, but then, she found she could put her arms and legs on the floor. It forced her to arch her back and push her backside out, but at least she didn’t have the bar cutting across the soft folds of her mound. She knew she’d be taken from behind and that his thrusts would be harder and deep in that position, but she had no choice.

Hugh went over to Caitlin, and his hand fondled her ass as he spoke to her. “Lord William is going to use her now, watch the surprise he has for her. Roses for the lady.” Hugh laughed loudly as William approached Robert with something in his hand.

Caitlin saw it and knew what it was. It wasn’t a real rose, but it resembled the flowers of a rose, and it was every bit as treacherous as a real rose with sharp thorns. It was made out of metal, intricately cut and put together with flowering petals that shot out from the center. It was about the size of a hand with six petals, but instead of thorns on the stem, this one had them on the petals. They weren’t big, but they were sharp and pointed, twenty or thirty littered the six petals.

“A flower for another beauty,” he told Orla. “Place it underneath her. You’ll want to arch your back up a bit higher. My flower can be treacherous and unforgiving.”

She felt Robert slid the flower over her side and purposely rubbed one of the thorns on her buttock until it stabbed into her with such pain. It felt like a needle. He pulled it away quickly, but she still felt where it pierced her flesh so easily. She had no qualms about pushing up higher, but then, she felt him place it underneath her. She should have known, but it still surprised her when he placed it just beneath her mound. She rose up higher, not wanting such a tender place pricked with the cruel thorns. “No, please, not there!” she cried out, but he placed it into some type of cradle so it was poised up beneath her mound. Her legs pushed up higher as she struggled to keep from dropping down on it.

William looked at her now. Her ass was thrust up high, and with the spread of her legs and the extreme arch of her body, her anus flowered open. He could see her thighs tremble as she tried to hold the position. He’d test her resolve.

“She’s ready, Lord William. Take her now.” Robert was ready to help William. He knew William enjoyed a woman that gave him a great ride.

Orla struggled to stay in the position as she saw Lord William walked behind her. He was naked, and he stroked a massive cock that had to be two hands long. The more he stroked it, the longer it grew. Or at least it looked that way. Luckily, her pussy wasn’t long, but she knew she’d suffer bruises on her cervix when he shoved in too hard.

She felt his hands on her buttocks, strong fingers dug into her flesh like iron talons. He pried apart her buttocks until she felt the strain on her anus as it felt like it would open under the onslaught of his prying fingers. She wished he’d fuck her and get this over with. All of them watched in silence. Then, she felt something. It was the head of his organ. It was wet and hot, but it didn’t touch her pussy. It nuzzled up against the tight opening of her anus. She saw the smiles on the men’s faces when it dawned on her.

“No, not there, please, you’re too big, no, I don’t like that, it hurts,” she begged as she felt the pressure against her reluctant hole.

William had greased up his cock, but he still had to grip his cock on the shaft to keep it from bending as he fought his way into her ass. He pressed harder as he felt her anal ring slowly open up under the intense pressure of his cock. It felt like a vise around the head of his cock as he slowly pushed the domed head of his cock through the unwilling hole.

Caitlin couldn’t believe what he was doing, but the scream from Orla’s lips and her crying words of despair left no doubt.

Her anus burned and stretched, and then, her cries of despair turned to a scream of pure suffering. The head of his organ stretched her anal ring wide, and Lord William forced the head through the tight muscle of her anus.

“Pleeasse, take it out, no more, don’t movvve, itttts toooo big!” She couldn’t believe he entered her there, but there was no doubt any longer. It felt like a rock was shoved up her backside. Instinctively, she bucked away from the cruel intruder, but the minute she did, she found the sharp points of the flower pierced the soft, tender lips of her pussy with such pain. Her ass shot back up and more of his organ was forced into her rectum.

Lord William stopped to savor the tight, warm, virgin rectum of the young woman that surrounded the head of his cock. He heard her sobbing cries but that only excited him more. He flexed his cock in the tight hole and felt the powerful contractions of her rectum respond with such pleasure for him. He moved higher up on her body but stayed on his knees to take some of the weight off her back. He didn’t want to stab her pussy on the flower; he just wanted to stab her ass hole with his cock. He didn’t move, savoring all the pleasure. He heard her whimpering cries of desperation and that made him harder and more determined. He took a deep breath, enjoying the satisfaction of having his cock nestled in her virgin hole, warm and massaging like an oiled hand on his organ. He loved the sounds of desperation the first time he sodomized a young woman.

Hugh whispered into Caitlin’s ear. “First, you’ll feel the stretching of your tight, virgin anal ring, wider and wider until you think he’ll tear you and ruin you forever. Then, he’ll pop inside a place that had never been visited by anything from the outside. He’ll make his cock jerk excitedly in your rectum which will make your rectal muscles quiver beneath it.”

William was ready now. He began to push inside. Slowly, one long push, stopping but then starting again until he felt her panic beneath him.

She had adjusted to having the thick head inside her guts. It no longer hurt; it was just uncomfortable and shameful. She thought it was over, waiting for him to spurt inside her, but then, she felt him move. He didn’t pull out but pushed in. She shivered in fear when she felt the size and length of his organ fill her bowels. She began to panic, but if she pushed away, her pussy was pierced by the sharp points, yet it hurt worse, when she pushed her ass back out and took more of his large cock in her bowels. Her insides had to stretch around the thick head and long shaft, her anal ring slipped tightly around the shaft as more was fed into her guts. It felt like his organ went in forever.

William smiled in pleasure when he bottomed out in the darkest depths of her bowels. He flexed his cock and felt her ass muscles ripple along the shaft as if she wanted to massage his cock with her ass. He stopped for a second to savor the moment and then withdrew. He felt her muscles clench on his cock as he pulled out as if she didn’t want him to leave until only the domed head of his cock was trapped by her tight anal ring.

It felt like his organ sucked out her insides when he withdrew. She felt the wetness, squeezing her muscles tight on his organ, fearing she’s shame herself with the wetness.

“Look how her ass hole grips his cock so urgently,” Hugh instructed Caitlin.

“OOOOOWW, nnnnooo mooorre, takkke it ouuttttt!” Her cry of pain and despair filled the room.

“Look at her face, clenched in agony as his cock fills her once again. He’s stretching her deep inside, his cock long and demanding. Soon, he’ll have her singing another tune.” Hugh teased Caitlin.

Orla’s eyes popped open wide each time he shoved his organ deep inside her bowels, the stretching pain unbearable. Why does he take me there? His organ moved relentlessly in and out, burning up her backside.

Robert was ready to help out Lord William now. He saw the tear-stained face of Orla as William reamed out her ass hole with his cock. He smiled, knowing the pleasure that William got from her. He moved next to her hanging breasts, eager to pluck at her big nipples. He rolled then until they grew, tweaking them to greater hardness. “Feel his cock inside you. The only way to end this is to give him his pleasure. Grip his cock with your ass muscles. Clench hard and tight and he’ll reward you when he cums inside you.”

Her ass was alive with his driving organ reaming her out. He shoved in so deep that her stomach cramped around it, but he didn’t stop until she took the entire organ inside her. It felt like she ate an entire pig. Now, the man was playing with her nipples as she struggled to keep her ass arched up high and kept away from the sharp points on the flower beneath her. She tried to concentrate on ending her misery. She felt the way his organ rubbed the soft, sensitive membranes inside her rectum and the way her anal ring gripped the slick shaft as it slid up and down. Even the way his balls slammed into her backside, when he shoved in so hard, sent shudders through her body. She began to feel a heat inside her that she never expected, but she let her body go so she could end it all.

Yet, she still cried out the denial for all to hear. “NNNooo, morrre, pleeeeease, take it outtttt! You’re burning me uppppp; it’s making me so…” She gripped her hands tight as she took his powerful thrusts inside her ass.

“Yes, I knew you’d love a big cock in your ass. I’ll help you. Clench on his cock while I bring you pleasure.” Robert ran his hands between her legs, careful to avoid the sharp flower, but he found her slit and wasn’t surprised that she was wet. His hand slid up until he found her hard, throbbing pleasure button stand out so prominently as if it waited for his touch. He ran his finger over the tip of it, back and forth, and soon it, was his fingernail that scratched across the sensitive nub.

She felt something different, pleasure, as the man rubbed her so expertly. The pain was different now; it still hurt, but it hurt good. Her body heaved wildly, shoving up to meet the powerful thrusts of Lord William, desperate to feel more of his hard organ slide into the depths of her bowels. His finger went to rubbing her pleasure button to a sharp scratching with his fingernail. She began to writher and twist her body from the double assault, front, and back.

William grunted in pure pleasure when he felt her fuck back. He didn’t know why or care why. Whatever she felt was no consequences to him, all that mattered to him was the delightful tightening muscular contractions that rippled on his cock with each spasm of her young, tight body. His thrusts in her ass grew harder as his pleasure built up.

Orla felt the fingers tug, pinch, and scratch her pleasure button, and she grew frantic, shoving back harder and faster as the cock in her ass speeded up. He slammed into her ass with such power that he rocked her body, but he pulled out and shoved back in unmercifully.

William couldn’t have held back any longer if he tried. The spastic clasping of her ass muscles provided too much stimulation. He was ready to cum. He grunted as he exerted so much power behind each thrust, pounding into her ass hole with his hard cock. He shoved in deep, and as soon as he hit the darkest depths of her bowels, he spurted inside her. He pumped his hips as his cock spurted his powerful seed inside her as her muscles clenched to milk his seed from his balls. Every muscle in his body grew taut as he remained still while he enjoyed the way her powerful internal ass muscles rang every drop of cum from his balls.

She was shamed when she felt the hot seed flood her guts. His organ jerked and shuddered as it continued to spew out his hot seed. The man continued to rub her pleasure button, and she exploded in pleasure with each spurt of seed inside her. Her muscles rang out the next spurt, increasing her orgasm with each spurt. She couldn’t believe that she came with him, but the smell of sex and his seed filled the room. He slumped on her back, and she struggled to keep off the cruel flower beneath her. She used all her internal muscles to squeeze his organ out, and she felt all his seed flow out when she squeezed his organ out.

They took her off the iron device, and she struggled to breathe as she stood up, her face flushed with shame and her thighs thick with his drying seed. They put her back in the iron rack, the same one when they first brought her here, except now she was naked, Elan and Caitlin were still dressed and unmolested.





Chapter 11


Repairs and Revenge



Harkin’s ship limped along, but there was no way they would make the continent. The sails could barely contain any wind; they were too damaged from the warship’s cannons. They proceeded cautiously along the coast of Scotland; staying far enough from the large amounts of islands until they found one where they could take a chance of landing and making the repairs. They were running out of food and fresh water, down to eating fish when they could catch them.

Harkin looked through the spyglass. It was the first island that they saw that looked promising. It wasn’t very big, but it had a wide, sandy beach. There was a small harbor with six small fishing boats in it. There were small huts along the water’s edge and smoke came from their chimneys. By all reckoning, this should be Barra Isle, the southernmost island of Scotland. There couldn’t be more than a hundred people on the isle, if that and many would be women and children. He had to take a chance. He still had over twenty soldiers on board, but he hoped he could avoid any bloodshed. He needed a place to fix his ship, get some food and water, and be on his way.

“Head for the northern edge of the beach. It’s out of sight of the harbor. We’ll moor off the shore where the water is calm. I’ll take a skiff and ten men to check out the village. Be on watch while we’re gone.”

The water was calm, not much in the way of waves. They made the beach in short time, pulling the skiff up and carrying it to the edge of the beach so they could hide it in the brush. They first headed for the village to see if there’d be trouble. There was a prominent point that rose up high where they could survey all around.

He watched the village, not many men around now. There had to be more boats out fishing, too early for fisherman to end the day now. This would be a good time to go into the village and see how friendly it was. Ten men were too many to take. They would be too threatening. It was a chance he’d have to take. He took two men with him, though he did pick the largest and meanest of the bunch.

The activity in the village picked up as soon as they were spotted. His other men were out of sight, but they were ready if there was trouble. By the time they reached the village, there were about twenty people standing around, most of them men, but they were older. They had knives in their belts, but they didn’t look menacing.

Ian looked at the three men, Irishmen for sure. They were well armed, only three, but Ian knew that they had a ship nearby which meant there were more, though he didn’t know how many. They didn’t get many visitors here. If they stopped, they were in trouble with their ship or lacked food and water. He saw the one that was the leader.

“Welcome, stranger. I’m Ian head of the MacNeil clan. We don’t get many visitors here.”

“I’m Harkin, head of the Donoghue clan of Shire Kerry. We don’t mean to make any trouble. Our ship is in need of repair and we’re about out of water and have been living on fish for a week now.” They sized each other up.

“Where’s your ship?”

“We’re north of the beach, moored just off shore. We wanted to give you a wide berth. We aren’t here to make trouble, but we’d be obliged if we could cut some timber, secure some water and maybe hunt for wild game. I reckon it will take us two to three weeks to finish the work. We don’t have much money that would do you much good, but we have some things we can trade.”

“We don’t have a lot, but we’d never turn down someone in need, as long as you keep your distance. How many of you are there?”

He wouldn’t lie to him, he’d find out on his own. “Thirty. We’ll stay out of the village, except for me. I can come back tomorrow and see if you can help us and maybe do some trading.”

“You’re welcome to the trees, but take them further away from the village so we don’t have to go so far when we need lumber. There are many wild animals that are good to eat, plentiful enough that we’ll share. Come back tomorrow and I’ll show you where you can get fresh water. It’s not too far from where your ship is, if I figure correctly.”

“I can’t thank you enough. We’ll be on our way now.”

“Come in the morning and I’ll have a sheep carved up for you. It should last you a day or two at least.” Thirty men eat a lot, especially when they’re hungry.

“My men will certainly be obliged. It’s nice meeting you, Ian.”

Harkin left and never turned around to look back. He wanted to instill trust in their first meeting. They met up with the other men, and they all went back to the ship. “We should be good. We’ll have lamb tomorrow.” The men cheered that news.

The next few days Harkin and Ian became good friends, though they always were a bit hesitant. Ian showed him where the water was good, and he got to see their ship.

“Looks like you had more trouble than just a storm.” The damage was done by cannons, not Mother Nature. “Are you pirates?”

“No, Irishmen that don’t take a liking to English rule.” He hoped he didn’t offend him.

“We’re not big enough for the English king to bother us, but I suspect someday he might. I’ll decide then how I feel about that.” He saw the men on his ship, most weren’t sailors; they were soldiers. He suspected that the English wanted them for raiding their villages, but he made no mention of that. He didn’t want them to get any idea and raid his village. Ian had more men, but they weren’t soldiers and didn’t take to killing unless absolutely necessary.

“You’ll have to decide then how you feel about it, but we’ll not bother your village or your people. You have my word as an Irish gentleman.”

“I’ll take you on your word.”

* * * *

William wanted no part of Dingle once he got what he sought, Lord Harkin’s lovely wife. Dingle had no strategic position and was only good as a fishing village. It was too far from Wexford for him to hold and protect. He suspected that Harkin would come home and want revenge, but once he found his wife was his prisoner, he’d have to cease his attacks on English villages. Or else. It would be weeks or months before that would happen, and William would enjoy the company of his wife and her two lovely ladies.

“Set sail at first light. Take what you want from the village but don’t burn it. Give them something to come home to.”

Caitlin felt the ship set sail, and she feared what would happen. He didn’t come to molest her; he wanted her as his prisoner. After seeing what they did to Orla, she feared what they’d continue to do to the three of them and where they’d be taken.

Lugaed hid out with seven other men that managed to escape the village as it was plundered. They weren’t soldiers, just fisherman. They fought at first, but they soon found themselves overpowered in strength and numbers. They slipped out of the village and suffered in silence as they watched from afar the fate of the village. They saw many of their friends and family slain by the soldiers. The rest were taken captive, and from the sounds that came from the village at night, the women were not treated with respect.

Then, Lugaed saw Lord Harkin’s wife, Caitlin, taken along with her two ladies. They were bound and taken aboard one of the ships, the largest one. Is that what they came for? Lord Harkin had taken two ships to raid the English villages to harass them. Was this the English answer to his raids? The men that took the village weren’t English but Normans. The Normans did the English king’s dirty work. Lugaed had to find where they would take Caitlin. Harkin would return and seek out his wife and get revenge. The Norman force was large and powerful; Harkin couldn’t take a chance and raid each Norman stronghold. He’d need to know her whereabouts beforehand.

“Let’s get the ship and set out to sea before morning. We’re going to follow them and hope they don’t decide to chase us.” Lugaed knew it would be risky, but Lord Harkin’s family had been good to the village for many generations.

By the time the sun came up, Lugaed’s ship was far out to sea. He looked through the telescope and saw the sails rise up in the harbor. They slowly began to move. Lugaed was grateful when he saw no smoke rise up from the village. They had spared it, though he still feared for the survivors. They took as much food as they could find, hoping they wouldn’t have to go far. He suspected where the Normans would go, but he had to be positive.

* * * *

On the other side of Ireland, the three ships arrived at the harbor in Wexford. Most carried supplies and more soldiers, but it also carried a special cargo. Lady Alastair de Barry strode off the ship with two ladies-in-waiting accompanying her. Her luggage included six trunks, but the wife of Lord William de Barry needed to look good to her subjects.

Alastair hated coming to this Irish town, but she was beholden to her husband. He had conquered the Irish, and now, he was the ruler of this part of Ireland. He was given all the rights and land, and he’d live there. She was expected to be with him. She hoped it was civilized. If not, William would surely make it civilized. He was a ruthless master to those he conquered, and she found no fault in that. She had married him ten years ago, the marriage arranged for political reasons. Her father was an important member of the aristocracy, and William was an up-and-coming warrior. He didn’t have a pedigree background, so her marriage to him would give him entrance into higher society.

She was a fine woman, long brown hair, beautiful green eyes, with a lovely figure that she kept in its prime, though she shared it little with William. He was a bit uncouth in the bedroom, and she did her wifely duties when she had to, but she preferred that he get his pleasure from the whores and the unfortunates that made their way into his dungeon. Yes, she knew about his dungeon. That was his business, and she wouldn’t interfere. It was better that men took their perverse pleasures from women that had no choices in life.

She arrived at the house and was surprised that it was that nice. She hadn’t expected that, but she was glad. Wexford wasn’t that bad from what she saw. “Where is my husband?” She asked curtly to the butler at the door.

“He’s off, m’lady. He set off on some urgent business for King Henry II, but he’s expected back within a week. He didn’t expect you to arrive so early.” He could see the anger in her eye and tried to avoid her wrath. “Your rooms are ready, m’lady.”

“Very well,” she huffed. “Come, ladies, you have much work to do before dinner. I want all of my things put away.” She turned to the butler before she went upstairs. “Have some tea ready for me. I’ll be down soon. I hope the tea here is presentable.”

“Yes, m’lady, it’s fine English tea. Lord William had it sent on especially for you.”

She left him without saying a word. She went to her bedroom, the one next to her husband’s room. Her two ladies, Jocelyn and Rose, were already unpacking her clothes. Both had been with her since she married Lord William and had proved adequate. Now that they were in this strange land, they would be more valuable; Alistair was sure that she wouldn’t find many suitable ladies in this new land. “Come down for tea when you’re done.”

Over the next week, Alistair went out among the village, though she did take soldiers with her and her ladies. She had seen the riff-raff in the village and many of men looked at her with evil intentions in their eyes. They had been conquered by her husband, and there was much animosity. She didn’t let that bother her; William was too powerful for anyone to try to cross him.

It didn’t take her long to find out where the dungeon was in the house. All she had to do was follow the servants. Even prisoners had to be fed. She stayed in the distance but followed Henry, the head butler, go down a dark corridor. He opened a door, and the flickering light reflected off the wall from the doorway. He went through the doorway, but he shut the heavy door behind him. It closed with a loud thud. She waited for a few minutes for him to get to his destination, and then, she went down the hallway. The door was made of heavy, roughhewn wood, no windows in it and it was secured with an iron latch and lock. She waited for a second, and then, opened it. There was a long, stone stairway going down, with two small torches that lit it, but below, it was brighter. She took her time going down the stairs, the stone wet from the coldness. When she got to the bottom, she saw the room. It was everything she expected from William. The furniture, if you could call it that, was heavy and bolted to the floor. There were chains on the walls and some came down from the ceiling. There was a large fireplace that had a fire in it to keep out some of the dampness and the cold, but she suspected it was for William, not his prisoners. There were five cells, all of them had big, wooden doors, but they had windows in them with iron bars. She saw one of them open, and she walked over to it.

Henry watched as she ate, but his eyes were on her naked breasts and long legs. She wore a brief cloth wrapped around her like a skirt, but it barely covered her crotch, which he knew she was naked beneath it. His cock was hard, but he knew he didn’t dare touch her. He heard a noise, turned toward the door and saw her. He got up instantly, trying to hide his erection from her as he addressed her.

“You shouldn’t be down here, m’lady.” Lord William would be angry with Henry that his wife had seen the dungeon. He tried to shield the woman from her view.

“I know about my husband’s dungeon and what goes on in them. Who is she?”

“Her name is Bridget. Her father was the lord here.”

Alistair saw that she was beautiful, but she had suffered since she was brought here. “Clean her up for me. I’ll change my clothes. When I come back, I expect to find her hanging from her wrists in the other room.” She stared at Henry, wanting no doubt in his mind that she was in charge.

“Yes, m’lady. I’ll take care of it. Would you like for me to stay?” He didn’t want to leave her down here alone with the woman, though she could probably handle herself if needed.

“No, I’ll be okay. I’ve done this before, so I’ll know how to handle her.” She was glad she packed her special items, hidden from her ladies. She left, eager to return.

Henry gave Bridget a basin of water and a cloth. “Clean yourself up. If you give the lady any trouble, you’ll suffer the same fate as your father,” he warned her.

Bridget never saw her father again and hated them for what they did, but she couldn’t do anything now to get her revenge. She’d been down her for weeks now, at least Lord William was gone, and no one had touched her. “Who is she?”

“She’s Lord William’s wife. If you harm her, Lord William will make sure your death is long and painful. Hurry up; she’ll be back soon.”

Alastair wore a coat over her dress so no one would see it. She held the velvet bag in her hand. She went directly to the dungeon, and when she went down, she saw that Henry was gone, but she was greeted by a beautiful sight to behold. Bridget hung by wrists in the center of the room. Her wrists were bound with rope, and a hook on the chain that came from the ceiling pulled her arms up high. Henry had done a good job; she was on her toes, her young body drawn taut. Her full breasts stood up proudly and were capped with big nipples that were surrounded by dark-brown areolas. The short skirt she wore barely covered her crotch now that she was on her toes.

Bridget saw her as she took off her coat. Beneath it was a dress, but nothing like she’d ever seen before. It was made of leather, and it clung to her body like a second skin. She was older than Bridget, but she still kept her figure. Her cleavage was revealed by the low-cut dress, and it was short by every standard, high above her knees. The leather skirt clung to her buttocks and full hips. She saw a bag in her hand, but the woman put it on a table. She feared that, knowing that Lord William and Dr. Philip had strange instruments that shamed her. Bridge didn’t know what she wanted.

“You are a very lovely woman, Bridget.” Alastair moved next to her. Her hand reached out and touched her belly, drawn tight by the position she was bound in. She felt her try to move away, but she dangled precariously on her toes and couldn’t escape. Alastair began to explore her body with her hand, moving up to cup one of her breasts, and her finger sought out her nipple. It didn’t take much to make it grow hard and throbbing.

“Please, don’t do that; you shouldn’t,” Bridget cried out as she felt another woman touch her as a man would do. She shivered in fear when her soft fingers plucked at her nipple and Bridget struggled not to grow aroused from the touch, but she failed. Her nipple tingled with unexpected pleasure. The hands became more demanding, fondling both of Bridget’s breasts and plucking her nipples to such hardness. She grew confused as Alastair moved closer and rubbed her leather-clad body against her.

Alastair loved the feel of her body, no wonder William kept her. Her breasts were so firm, and she grew aroused with such ease. Did William make her cum for him? Her hands went to Bridget’s waist, and it didn’t take much to rid her of the tiny strip of cloth that hid the rest of her body. It fell to the floor, and Alastair admired her naked body. She turned Bridget around until her firm, plump butt was revealed. “Did William take you here?” Her hand slid between her cheeks and found her anus, slightly swollen. “Of course he did; he loves to do that.” Alastair would never let William do that to her, that is why he needed his dungeon to get out his perverted lust.

Bridget was spun around and hands fondled her in all the places that shouldn’t be touched by another woman. Her fingers ran over her mound, tickling the fine hairs, and then, her fingers became persistent and sought out her lips. It was shameful to be touched that way, but Bridget was at her mercy. Soft fingers stroked her, and Bridget struggled and lost the battle to hide her arousal. The fingers knew just the right places to touch, just as Dr. Philip had known.

“Oh, you grow so wet, Bridget. Such a naughty girl. You must be punished.”

Bridget couldn’t help it; she’d done it to her. She looked at what Alistair took out of the mysterious bag. She’d never seen anything like it before. She had two long, narrow pincers. They were made of gold, but they had small pearls embedded in them. They looked like beautiful jewelry, but Bridget was confused as to where they were worn. The hand moved one of the pincers to her nipple, as Bridget looked down as her nipple, already roused to greater hardness. It took a second for it to dawn on her, but the moment the cold gold touched her nipple, she knew. The pincher spread around her nipple as it opened up and soon slid over the hardened tips. It was released, and Bridget cried out. She looked down at her nipple, the tip swollen and red with trapped blood, as the cruel pincher bit painfully into the sensitive flesh around her nipple.

When Alastair released the pincer, the weight of the pearls and gold dragged it down, misshaping her beautiful breast and nipple. Alastair went to work on the other one and soon had both of Bridget’s firm breasts hanging down by the nipples.

Bridget bit her lip in pain, her nipples trapped painfully in the evil devices as if they were vises. “Please, that hurts,” she cried out, but fingers returned to her nipples and teased them to greater hardness, running over the end back and forth with sharp fingernails. It made the pain of her trapped flesh more painful.

“I have one more, Bridget. Where should I put that one?” The next one was slimmer at the end, but the opposite end had more pearls encrusted in it for greater weight. It was built to yank harder on the trapped flesh.

Bridget felt the finger run up her slit once again, rubbing her pleasure button, and it dawned on her. “No, not there, that’s cruel,” she cried out but couldn’t do anything to stop her pleasure button from growing harder and bigger, an easy target.

“Of course it is, Bridget, that’s why I do it.” Alastair had to kneel down and use two hands. She peeled apart her thick lips to reveal her pleasure button. A sharp nail ran over the very tip sliced the delicate nub, but instead of making it shrink, it grew harder and tender. Alastair began to slide the pincer over the throbbing nub; this time, she made sure the pincer went further down to trap it tighter. Alastair dropped it suddenly so that she got the maximum reaction from it.

“OOOOWW!” It felt like her pleasure button was ripped from her body. It was crushed in the pincer, but it got worse when the heavy pincher fell from her hands. It pulled on her pleasure button, stretching it as the pincer hung and swayed between her legs. Bridget’s body froze as it swung back and forth. But that didn’t do any good; it was snapped by the woman’s fingers to make it dance once again, igniting the pain in Bridget’s pleasure button. Then, her nipples were snapped until Bridget danced in pain.

Alastair played with her body and even used the slim ivory dildo in her ass. Bridget took it as well as could be expected, but Alastair ignited the pain of the pincers as she reamed her ass.

It was time for Alastair to get her pleasure. She took Bridget’s bound wrists off the chain but left her bound. She brought her over to the bed and soon had her stretched out with her arms bound high over her head. It pushed her breasts out. The pincers were still attached. Alastair stripped off her clothes. She pushed apart Bridget’s legs and climbed between them, her body poised above her. “We’re going to rub up against each other. While it will be a little uncomfortable for me with the pincers rubbing me, I suspect that I’ll get more pleasure than pain from it. But, I don’t think that’ll be the case with you. If William trained you well, maybe you’ll cum, but for sure, I will.”

Alastair laid her body on top of Bridget. She felt the pincers rub her nipples to the same hardness, but then, she felt the pincher between her legs. She could feel the pearls on the pincer touch her in places that loved the feel of the tiny pearl knobs. Alastair moved slowly, letting the pleasure build up in her body. Bridget cried out beneath her, but that only made Alastair’s pleasure build higher. Soon, her pussy flooded Bridget, and Alastair’s movements became more vigorous. Bridget’s cries grew louder as Alastair pushed down on her pussy with all her weight, trapping the pincher between the soft folds of Bridget’s pussy to rub it harshly. “Yes, can you cum with me, Bridget?” Alastair humped urgently as the pleasure built up in her body until she couldn’t control it any longer. She came explosively, always enjoying the pleasure of another woman instead of taking the brutal thrusts of a man’s organ inside her.

When Alastair was finished, she put Bridget back in her cell. Without warning, she ripped the pincers off Bridget’s nipples as she squealed in pain when the pounding blood rushed back into the tips. Bridget begged when Alastair’s fingers gripped the pincer on her pleasure button but Alastair ripped it off harder.

Bridget thought her nipples were ripped from her body, looking down to see if they were still there and bleeding, but they were still intact. Her pleasure button was crushed and ripped when the pincer was yanked off harshly. She didn’t know whether she’d ever feel pleasure again.





Chapter 12


His Prey’s Wife Brings Such Pleasure



As soon as the ship got underway, William went back into the hold. Orla’s naked body was bound tight, her flesh perspiring from the heat. She cried in abject terror when she saw the men enter the room. Three men, naked to their waist entered the dungeon. One was the leader, William, which had taken her so ruthlessly.

Caitlin was damp with sweat, her dress stuck to her body, and she felt her undergarments press harshly between the grooves of her buttocks. Her legs were now spread wide and bound, unable to do anything about it. At least she still had her clothes on.

Elan shook in fear when she saw the men enter; their trousers bulged with huge erections. She saw the way they took Orla, even driving their member into her backside. It was such a perverted act, and she feared that her virgin body would be subjected to the same perverse pleasures.

William went over to Caitlin. “I’m going to enjoy the pleasures of your body like your husband, but I suspect I’ll teach you something new.” He turned to Vital and Geoffrey. “Prepare her for me.”

Caitlin tried to struggle before they unshackled her, but the two men were strong. They dragged her over to the center of the room, and she saw the four chains dangle from the ceiling, each with leather cuffs at their ends.

Vital and Geoffrey easily overpowered the weeping woman, and it didn’t take long before they had the leather cuffs engaged on her wrists and ankles. Vital moved back and began to work the chains while Geoffrey was ready to cushion her fall. First, her arms were raised up by sheer force, but not too high, only waist high. Then, it was her ankles, and this is where Geoffrey cradled her body as he laid her back until the slack on her wrists were taken off. One leg slowly rose up as she tried to hop on one foot, but soon, Vital tugged on the other chain, and she cried out as her body began to hang in mid-air.

Caitlin felt her body suspended in the air, but it was the tug on her limbs that distressed her. She was stretched out to the extreme, her arms and legs spread wide at the level of the two men’s waists. She was face down, her body sagged slightly, the chains so tight that it left her immobilized. Both men stepped back as the evil William walked up to her.

William went to work on her clothing. He grabbed the bodice of her gown and ripped it with such ease. Her full, naked breasts spilled free to dangle so nicely. His cock grew in pleasure as he ripped the rest of the gown from her body. Soon, most of her white flesh was revealed, covered only by the immodest underwear she wore. He licked his lips as he tore the fragile garment until it lay in rags beneath her and he kicked it away.

Caitlin cried out and begged for mercy as she was stripped naked in front of the three men.

William looked at her firm, young breasts, capped with pink nipples and surrounded by dark-brown areolas. He saw the gentle swell of her buttocks, two luscious ovals, split by the sinuous, shadowy cleft of her behind. They were pulled apart and revealed a tiny, wrinkled, brown hole that winked in confusion. He walked between her widely spread legs to gaze at the red soft fleece that barely covered her delicate cunt.

Vital and Geoffrey quickly brought over a square, wooden block set on creaking wheels. The surface of it was lined with tiny metal spikes of different heights. Each tip of the sharp spikes glistened from the light of the torches. They would cause implacable suffering if they found soft, female flesh. The chains rose up higher as the block slid beneath her. When it stopped, the chains creaked again as Caitlin was lowered toward them. They didn’t stop until her body hung precariously close.

William watched at Caitlin sucked in her stomach and her thighs tightened as she tried to shrink back from the spikes. Caitlin cried out in desperation. “Please, don’t hurt me. What have I done to deserve this?”

William rubbed his cock when he saw her contracting muscles ripple along her white buttocks as she struggled to stay away from the spikes. She arched her back, slick with shiny sweat, and her lovely breasts hung down in front of her. Her breasts hung free in front of the wooden block so that the tender globes could be subjected to fingers, mouths or a whip if necessary.

Vital grabbed the locks of her fine red hair and pulled forward until it hung down in front of her. Geoffrey moved behind her, and his fingers ran over the sinewy muscles of her legs. His fingers ran unopposed along her flesh and rubbed the soft flesh behind her knees. “Such fine skin, soft and supple.” His gloved hands ran over the thighs and calves as she struggled and flinched beneath his touch.

William joined in to explore the flesh open to him. His long, bony fingers palpated the spastic, naked flesh of her twin hemispheres, trying to contract to keep his gaze from the secretive, rosy orifice that lay between the twin peaks. He passed his finger through the sweat-drenched crack, not stopping on the spastic, clenching hole snuggled between them but passing lower down until his fingers sought out the pink rim of her cunt and the delicate red hairs that surrounded it. He heard her gasping cries as she struggled, when he slowly fingered the tight hole.

His hands and fingers took such liberties with her naked body, touching her in places that only her husband should and in some places that should never be touched. His hand pulled away from her pussy, but it slid up her side, and she soon felt the foul touch of his fingers caress the side of her panting, bosom. He touched her everywhere, even her face as his fingers left a foul taste in her mouth, as they circled her pink lips.

William stood back as he took off his trousers. Vital and Geoffrey joined him, hoping that they’d get pleasure from this tart. He stood in front of her, grabbing her by her red hair and yanking her head up until she stared at his throbbing erection. “Beg me to fuck you, Caitlin.” His twisted his hands in her hair until tears came from her eyes.

“Never will I ask you to soil me with your foul seed,” she defiantly said, but she feared what he’d do to her.

“Just as I expected and wished for, Caitlin.” Vital was ready and handed him the birch rod. William slashed it through the air, and it whistled loudly. “Save your voice, Caitlin. I’m going to start on that plumb backside of yours. I hate to mar that fair white skin, but you’ll soon beg for my organ inside you, so you can give me my pleasure.”

William didn’t need another excuse. He brought the birch rod down on the right glove of her buttocks with such power. The rod whistled in the air, and then, it hit the soft flesh with a thick thud. A shriek of pain ran out from Caitlin as her naked body jerked and writhed, struggling to escape the sharp points beneath her. She didn’t have time to catch her breath before a second lash struck her other buttock, her face contorted in pain, her fingers twisted as she jerked in the leather cuffs that bound her limbs. Tears fell from her eyes as she sobbed and cried.

William grabbed her hair and yanked her head up high. He cupped her chin as he crushed her panting mouth with his to savor her agonizing kiss as he struck her buttocks once again. He caught her scream in his lips. His cock jumped excitedly in perverse pleasure.

Geoffrey raced to squat beneath Caitlin’s dangling, fine, round tits as William moved away from her head. He used his thumbs and forefingers to tweak the soft nipples as he cunningly tightened his grip on the sensitive tips as William laid the rod on her clenching buttocks once again.

Caitlin cried out as the rod continued to beat her flesh, but she refused to give up her prize to these cruel men.

William grew impatient, wanting to plant his erection in her body. He raised the birch rod up high, but this time, he swung it so it bit into the groove of her buttocks. He got the desired result as the rod struck her undefended anus with such force.

“AAWRREEOOOWWWW!” It felt like he branded her insides with the rod as she struggled with her bound limbs, thrashing in the tight bondage. “Not theeeere,” she implored him, but the rod was back, slashing the same spot as she felt the muscles of her anus go into uncontrollable spasms of pain.

“Are you ready to surrender, Caitlin, and beg for my organ to take you?” He tapped the rod on her anus, not hard, but enough to get her body to flinch in expected pain.

“Yes, yesss,” she implored him.

“Will you give my organ its pleasure? Will you squeeze me with your innards until I shoot my seed in your unworthy body?” He continued to tap her anus with the rod until he heard her final surrender.

“Yes, no more, take me with your organ. I’ll give you your pleasure.” Her sobbing body submitted to his power over her.

William grabbed her hair until she gazed at his magnificent cock. He stroked it inches from her mouth as he saw the look of terror on her face. Drops of his seed covered the plum-like head with his shiny fluid. He released her head and went behind her, staring at her shuddering thighs spread so wide. He pushed his long, slim fingers into her cunt and felt her tightness. He parted her labia so he could see all of the pink flesh.

Geoffrey saw Lord William look at his fingers as he pulled them out of her cunt. “Shall you take her there?”

“Removed the spikes from the table and lower her down so she rests on it. I want her to be able to take my powerful thrusts inside her and give me my pleasure.”

Vital helped Geoffrey as they took the spikes off the table and then slowly lowered her arms and legs down until her belly rested on the table. They pulled her arms up a bit higher again to keep her upper body from slumping too low. Vital would play with her tits while Lord William took her. Geoffrey hastily brought over a footstool for Lord William to stand on so he would be at a better angle. He suspected that he’d take Caitlin, not as a woman, but as a man might take a boy.

William stroked his organ as the mushroom-like head swelled to such enormous proportions. He stood on the footstool, but then, he rubbed some oil on his cock until it was slick and glistened in the light. He didn’t let Caitlin see his movements. He wanted to hear her gasp in surprise when she found out his intentions.

Caitlin cried out when his fingers dug into her buttocks, yanking them apart and aggravating the welts where the birch rod had done its work. She expected he did that to cause her pain, but then, she felt something different. She cringed when she felt the hot, hard head of his organ push against the tiny opening of her anus. The moment it touched her there, his cock jerked in pleasure and sent her tiny anus into uncontrollable spasms. “NOOOOO!” She panicked as she felt the pressure against the tender and untouched spot. “What are you doing?”

“I’ll take you where I desire, Caitlin. Since your husband has taken your maidenhood, I want to know the penetration of another tunnel that hasn’t been deflowered.

She felt the monstrous pillar of flesh try to bury its head in her backside. She cried out as his organ diabolically enlarged her tiny hole. She felt her anal ring begin to open under the terrible attack as her muscles tried to fight the invader off. She should have realized what he’d do; he did the same to Orla. She was forced to watch as he entered Orla’s backside, and she took every painful thrust inside a place that shouldn’t be entered from the outside. “Don’t push so hard, it hurtttts…” Her cry was cut off when her backside contracted desperately to push the invader out but lost the battle as the thick, slick head of his organ stretched her so wide until her anal ring snapped shut on the offending organ and trapped it in her tight hole. It felt like a huge log was trapped in her rectum, bouncing and jerking against the tight muscles. She couldn’t stop the violent contractions of her body.

William felt the pleasure as the hot, tight vise of her anus gripped his cock into the depths of her bowels. He couldn’t stop his hips from moving as he succeeded little by little to sleeve his cock in the tight sheath of her guts. Her muscles fought him, but she didn’t realize that the contractions and the circling movements of her sphincter delighted him even more. He didn’t know how long he could hold back the eruption of his seed.

William felt the frenzy as his half-buried cock in her ass, hardening and swelling bigger as the blood poured into the thick head. He pressed harder to fight his way inside the hot blanket of her guts in the hope of feeling his heavy ball sack slap harshly against her pussy from behind. She grunted, gasped, and cried out, but her desperation was overshadowed by his pleasurable panting.

Vital went beneath her titties to slap and pinch them as Lord William drew his pleasure from her ass hole. He knew that the added stimulation of her breasts would make her clench tighter on the lord’s organ and drive his seed from his balls. Then, Vital would have his chance in her back passage.

Sweat gleamed on Caitlin’s body as she was forced to surrender to the strength of his powerful organ in such a profane place. His rigid organ lanced through her anus as it spread her wider. The pain was excruciating until she gave up the fight and admitted his organ into her rectum. She cried and begged, but he continued to drive his organ deeper into her bowels as it filled her. He bottomed out inside her as she felt him flex his organ and pushed hard against her elastic walls to stretch them. Then, he pulled out, feeling as though her guts were extracted with his organ, and then he thrust back in so hard that it took her breath away. One moment she was almost free of his organ; the next, it filled her round tube with his hard, pulsating flesh like a serpent. He pounded in her as her nipples were abused. His body slapped against her with each powerful thrust. Then, she felt his organ swell, and she recognized the signs. He cried out, but his cry was pleasure, not pain as he crammed his organ into the deepest depths of her bowels. It began to jerk, and then, she felt the dreaded, hot ejaculation of his seed flood her in a place that was not destined to take such things. She couldn’t control her own contractions that rippled up and down his organ as though she tried to drive more of his seed in her intestines. He ejaculated repeatedly until her body was flooded with his hot, foul seed.

William never felt anything as good as this. With his cock buried in her ass, he filled her with his wanton seed as her untrained body milked it from his testicles. His body was still arched up and taut as he finished, but he enjoyed the way her muscles squeezed his organ as if she wanted more from his testicles. Finally, he couldn’t fight the spastic muscles as they discharged him from the swollen, red hole between her cheeks. His white crème dripped out of her hole as it finally snapped shut.

Vital was ready as soon as Lord William unsheathed his organ from her ass. He pushed the stool aside; he didn’t need the added height. He took his place behind her and heard her shriek in agony as his broader organ delved into the depths of her guts. He cared little for her displeasure, bottoming out in her wet hole with one plunge. He held there briefly then ripped his organ back out until the tight ring of her anus trapped it. Then, he began to sodomize her hard and fast, tearing up and down her wet, tight hole until he shot his stored-up seed into her backside with such pleasure.

She thought the first organ was bad, but the next one was thicker, and he took her hard and fast. It didn’t take him long to satisfy his lust, but another took his place as soon as he pulled his organ out. This one wasn’t as thick, but it felt like a snake that pushed into her bowels, so long and slithering. She had to take long thrusts that churned her guts until he was done. She thought she was done, but Lord William was back, and for the fourth time, her chafed and twitching backside was visited by an organ. He wasn’t as hard and demanding as the first time, but her backside was burned up by the powerful friction of all three men. She thought he’d never finished, finally forced to clench her muscles onto his organ as if she wanted this as much as he did. It was the only way that she could end her misery. He finally pulled his organ out of her well-used backside.

“I think she should pay honor to Lord William’s organ.” Geoffrey cracked with pleasure as he yanked on her head to pull her up to stare as Lord William’s shrunken organ wagged in her face.

Caitlin grimaced with nausea at his slimy, shrunken organ that dangled in her face. She didn’t have time to refuse the sordid act before she felt the birch rod slip up between her legs and attack her cunny with such harshness. Vital was ready to strike again. Caitlin at once opened her mouth and accepted his organ. She closed her eyes as she gagged on the soiled, limp organ that sat heavily on her tongue. Her lips clasped tight around the wet shaft, and her body shook violently in tremors as she began to work on making his organ clean. She licked, sucked until Lord William’s organ was shiny and clean. When she finally spit it out, it glistened with her spit as she was forced to swallow. Then, she had to do the same thing for Geoffrey and Vital.





Chapter 13


Home with a Virgin Treasure



William loved to tease himself, and he did that with Elan. After taking Orla and Caitlin, he secured the three women in separate cells and didn’t touch them again on the way home. He had a special treat for Elan. He’d enjoy her in front of his friends. He was sure that he could convince her to accommodate all his perverse desires with the minimum of harshness. She’d seen Orla and Caitlin forced under duress to submit. They had fought back and lost.

William’s ships were welcomed by his people with celebration, though the majority of Wexford didn’t see much celebration in the sacking of another Irish village. When William arrived at his home, he found a surprise.

“You look ravishing, my love,” he took Alastair in his arms and kissed her passionately. In spite of the women that sated his lust on the return trip, his wife always brought his erection to such hardness. He finally broke the kiss and stepped back. “How long have you been here?”

“Almost a week now.”

“How do you like your new home?”

“It’s more than I expected. The house is more than adequate, and the village people are respectable, but you can see the reluctance in their eyes.”

“That’s not reluctance; it’s fear. And it’s justified.”

“I see you have already fitted the house for your peculiarities?”

“So, you have found my dungeon. I suspected you would.” He had no shame about his desire for women in his dungeon. “And did you indulge your peculiarities?” He saw the smile on her face. “I’m hope you found Bridget to your liking?”

“You trained her well. And, yes, she takes to a strong woman as well as a man. Did you bring any new treasures back from your trip?”

“Yes, in fact, that was the purpose of my excursion to the western coast. A rebel earl has been bothering King Henry II, and I was dispatched to take care of the problem by the Irish king. He was nowhere to be found, but I suspected that. He will come to me now that I have his wife and her two ladies in my custody.”

“And did you already fancy yourself with her and her ladies?” They were never as good once William took to them. He knocked all the reluctance out of them.

“I do have one of the ladies untouched by me, and from what I suspect; no man has ever touched her. I plan to make a spectacle of it for my friends, and since you’re back, also for my wife to see.”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, but I hope that you’ll wait long enough to satisfy your wife with your manhood first. It’s been a long time since I enjoyed the company of a man instead of a woman.”

“But, of course, I won’t arrange it with her until the weekend. You might visit her before then, if you have a mind to.”

“No, I’ll wait. I thought I might help you with her. I do love to unveil a lovely virgin for all to see. It’s always much more humiliating to be stripped naked by a woman in front of so many strange men, especially for a shy virgin.”

“I always enjoy your participation and my friends do, also.”

* * * *

Lugaed landed in Wexford on a small skiff, late at night when the moon was just a sliver in the sky. His ship was moored far off from the harbor and out of sight. He went to the pub and soon met many men that despised the Normans as much as he did. It didn’t take long before he found what he was looking for. On the second night, he met her at the pub.

“Thank you for coming,” Lugaed said as she sat down. She was a beautiful woman, Irish for sure. Her name was Brea, and she worked at Lord William’s house. She previously worked for Lord Liam Collins, but since his demise at the hands of Lord William, she now worked for him. She hated him with a vengeance; Lord Collins was always good to her and her family. And she hated the occupation of her country by the Normans.

“I’m looking for three Irish women that Lord William captured and brought to Wexford. One of them is the wife of my lord. She’s a fine beauty with red hair. Have you seen them?”

She’d made sure that it wasn’t a trap, finding one his relatives living in Wexford. “Yes, I’ve seen them, all three of them.”

“Do you know where they’re kept?”

“In the house, Lord William has built a dungeon in the cellar. He has Lord Collin’s daughter locked in a cell there after he defiled her. Your three women are in cells.” She waited for a moment before she told him, afraid of his response, but he needed to know. “I hear that two of them have already been defiled on the ship coming to Wexford. The other one will be on Saturday. Lord William has his friends come over to watch.”

“Is it the red-haired one for Saturday?” Lugaed didn’t know what he could do to stop it. He didn’t have enough men to do anything but find Caitlin for Harkin.

“No, sorry, it’s one of the others. I thought I heard the name is Elan.” She saw the look of anguish on his face.

“I can’t do anything. I’m here just to find her until Lord Harkin returns. It might be weeks or months before he returns. I have to return to my village and wait for him. Would you be willing to help him?”

“Yes, but I’m not sure how much I can do. He has many men in the village and many ships. I hate him, but he is strong.”

“My lord is cunning. I appreciate you talking to me. Any help you can give him would be appreciated.”

“I’ll see if others in the house might help. There might be a way to get in and out without alarming them.” She wanted to help if she could.

“Thank you.” Lugaed left and took the skiff back to the ship and set sail for home. He hoped that Lord Harkin would return quickly. He feared for the safety of Caitlin and the two ladies. William was evil and ruthless.

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William was glad to have Alastair back and to have a warm body in his bed every night. She was a loving wife that understood what made him happy. And he did the same for her.

The gathering on Saturday night was planned meticulously. He wanted to leave little to chance. Ten of his closest friends would attend, including Dr. Philip. He had the large dining room in the house cleaned out and moved a bed into the center of the room, a very large bed. They would bring up the other two women soon, with Elan brought up last.

The women knew there was trouble brewing when they were allowed to take baths and fix their hair. They weren’t allowed to be together, but they passed in the halls and each had a look of fear in their eyes.

The men were seated and waited. They sipped fine wine and smoked cigars as they waited patiently. William always put on a good show.

Caitlin and Orla were brought in first. They wore velvet robes as if they were regal, but their wrists were bound behind their backs like slaves. They saw the large crosses in front of the room, with chains and leather cuffs in the four corners. Men waited for each of them, and as soon as their wrists were unbound, they set upon them. The robes were stripped off them to reveal their naked bodies beneath them. Their arms and legs were spread and bound until they were pinned against the crosses. Caitlin saw the way the men looked at her and Orla, fearing that they would take advantage of them. There was a large bed in the center of the room, and Caitlin feared that Elan would be defiled by Lord William, just as she had been. She feared for Elan, a virgin. Elan watched what happened to Caitlin and Orla, so she knew the ways of foul men, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Elan was grateful that she was dressed when they brought her into the room, but the large bed in the center of the room professed her destiny. She wore a peasant blouse that was held together with fragile ties. The skirt was wide, and she only had silk pantaloons beneath it. Her feet were bare as well as too much of her legs. She saw all the men stare at her as she was led in, but it was Lord William she feared as he lay sprawled out on the bed, clad only in a blue robe, but there was no escaping the bulge in it as if he had stroked his own organ before she was brought in. Next to the bed was Dr. Philip, and in his hand he had a small whip, the handle of white ivory and was carved into the shape of a serpent wrapped around it. She feared the whip if she didn’t do as she’d be demanded, but she was repulsed by Lord William and his organ. She’d seen too much of what happened to Orla and Caitlin, unable to fathom how she’d allow herself to succumb to what he’d do to her in front of everyone.

“Come onto the bed, Elan, I await your virginal beauty.” He shifted slightly as his cock reared in pleasure when she crawled onto the bed. He saw the gentle sway of her naked breasts beneath the peasant blouse and the long legs that he’d enjoy wrapped around his ass when he penetrated her. His hand wandered to caress her body as she lay next to him.

The minute his clammy hand touched her arm, she shrank away, but she felt the gentle slap of the whip on her backside. She clamped her thighs together to shield her virginal flower that Lord William planned to take with his growing organ. His hand found her arm again; this time, it moved higher to spread across her face as his other hand held her from shrinking away. She tried to move away, but he was strong and her struggles were futile. She found herself being drawn closer to his eyes and his waiting mouth. She promised herself not to beg or scream out, but the moment she felt his wet kiss on the soft skin of her neck, the horror of him taking her was too much to accept. “Please, no.” She tried to shrink away from his touch. His wet kiss was soft but demanding.

William loved the way she struggled; he wouldn’t want it any other way. His hands encircled her waist and pulled her toward him. He crushed her to his chest and felt her naked breasts beneath the blouse push into his hard muscles. To stop her screams, his mouth took possession of hers. He felt her soft, wet lips against his, as his mouth consumed her cries. She struggled, but he kept her in his firm grip.

She knew she’d have to take his organ in her virginal hole, but for the moment, it felt as though she was in hell, a plaything for Lord William, and his friends. Her shame made him more excited. The more she struggled, the more powerless she became. He controlled her, and she could do nothing to stop the inevitable. She’d soon find herself beneath his body as his organ took her for all to see. His kiss took her breath away, and she felt her nipples grow hard as they pushed into his chest. Something strange happened to her. Frightened at the thought of what he’d do, she also felt a perverse excitement. A man was about to take her, desiring her so ravenously. Her heart pounded unexpectedly. She felt a strange wetness between her tightly clenched thighs as though his organ was already inside her and she needed to tighten her muscles to please him. She felt her skin begin to sweat, her body heated as he crushed his firm, muscular chest against her breasts.

William lay by her side, and his hands began to explore her flesh. He pulled his mouth from hers, her screams silenced, but he saw her flushed face and the unmistakable hardness of two nipples push out the blouse. Her hands stayed at her sides, clenched in fists. She didn’t do anything to stop him as his hand took possession of one of her firm breasts. He squeezed it, not roughly but firmly, as the nipple pursed to greater hardness. His fingers sought out the hardened tip and made her moan when he clenched on it with his thumb and forefinger to push the blood from its tip. His hands urgently pulled open the ties on her blouse, as he first slowly revealed the deep cleavage and then bared both of her breasts.

She arched her back and pushed her naked breasts into his mouth when she felt his hot, wet lips encircle the tip of her nipple in its hot embrace. She never felt anything like it before; it was as though he suckled her breasts like a baby. Her hands no longer stayed at her sides, but she didn’t push him away; instead, her fingers yanked on his hair and pulled his head tighter against her breast. She felt his mouth engulf her breast as his tongue attacked her nipple. It rubbed over the sensitive tip with such pleasure. She felt the tingle of excitement run all the way down to between her legs and shame her with her growing wetness. His mouth went from one breast to the other until her nipples were so hard that they ached from the blood that pounded in the tips. Not even when he accidently bit one of her nipples could dull the pleasure. It wasn’t long before her blouse was pulled off her body, ripped in his haste to bare her to her waist. He pushed closer to her, and then, she felt it. His robe had slipped open and that could only be the unmistakable touch of his hot organ on her naked thigh, her skirt pushed up to reveal her naked flesh. She couldn’t look down, she wouldn’t as she feared how big and hard he was. She felt his organ jump up and down each time it touched her flesh as if it were burned. His organ began to slide up and down her half-naked thigh and left the unmistakable wetness behind.

He began to hump her when his cock slipped out of his robe, and he felt her soft skin rub his throbbing organ. He loved her breasts, with big nipples that responded to his mouth and fingers, but he was eager to get her to surrender that treasure that lay between her thighs. His hands moved down to her legs, finding the naked flesh as they slid up her soft, silky thighs. Higher and higher, he pushed up her skirt until he found the silk of her pantaloons. He hastily opened her skirt and pulled it down to get it out of the way, leaving her almost naked.

She found her skirt pulled off, and then, his hands began to explore her pantaloons. The tingling sensations built up in her body to change into a heat that stirred in her loins. She never felt anything like it before as his fingers touched her so intimately between her legs. Her thighs no longer clenched tight, surrendering to the expert touch of his tantalizing fingers. She knew that he could feel her wetness through the silk pantaloons, but she no longer cared. Her body was heated and flushed like nothing before. His fingers ran over the front of her mound, touching her pubic hairs through the silk and sending them vibrating into the depths of her being. “AAAAAHH!” She arched her backside off the bed when his fingers gripped the soft lips of her mound. No man had ever touched her there before, and it tingled with unexpected pleasure. His fingers explored her hidden mound and slit, drawing more of her juices to flow so freely.

He could feel the warmth of her wetness beneath his hands as they explored her pussy. He felt her thrust up and accept his touch. He explored her pussy until he had a mental picture of what it looked like, but now, he’d reveal it to his lusting eyes and those of the other men. There was no gentle taking down of her pantaloons; William was too excited for such niceties. The silk fell apart in his hands as he tore them from her body and threw them to the ground for all to see his conquest.

Elan didn’t expect what he did next. Her pantaloons were gone, completely naked for all to see, but it wasn’t his hands that touched her mound. He pushed his face between her thighs and forced her to spread them. She felt the stubble on his face scratch the soft skin of her thighs, but then, it was soft, gentle kisses on her thighs that sent her juices flowing so urgently. His kiss moved higher, and she soon felt his hot breath blow on her mound. Her spread legs had exposed her so vividly, and now, she felt his wet, demanding lips touch her slit as his tongue moved to explore her pussy lips. She cried out, yanking on his head once again, pulling it down to give her such delightful pleasure. His mouth and tongue explored, licked, caressed, and coaxed out her juices with such skill.

His mouth was slick when he finally pulled away from her pussy. He tasted her nectar in his mouth, but his cock was eager to explore her virgin hole. He took one of her hands, feeling her surrender as it grew slack. He drew it down until he pushed her fingers around his throbbing member. She recoiled from the first touch, but he pushed her hand back down until he felt her fingers slowly enclose the shaft of his organ with her soft touch. He began to move her hand, back and forth, her fingers clenched tighter around the skin that slid so easily, as she stroked him. “Explore my organ with your fingers. Let me feel your excitement.”

She knew why he grabbed her hand, but she still didn’t look at his organ, even when her hand touched it for the first time. It was so hot and throbbing, jerking back when her touch made it move so vigorously, as though he didn’t like her touch. He pushed her hand back down; this time, his organ slipped into the palm of her hand as if it belonged there, and her fingers slid around the shaft to grasp it before it could get away. She felt the muscular contractions in his organ, but her hand was able to contain it. He moved her hand, and she learned quickly. He pulled his hand away, but she continued to stroke it, up and down the thick shaft. She could feel the thick veins that ran up the shaft, pounding with his blood. She heard his command as he released her hand. She didn’t pull away. She began to explore it with her fingers, but not her eyes. The shaft was long, but then, she felt the thick ridge with the smooth helmet that sat on top. Her fingers ran beneath the ridge, and her touch made his organ jerk and shudder in such excitement. She couldn’t believe that her touch could inspire such actions. Her fingers slid along the helmet, the skin smooth, not like the slack skin on the shaft. When she got to the tip, she found her finger wet and sticky with his arousal. She rubbed her finger back and forth across the tip and found more of his wetness inspired by her touch.

“Use your other hand to grab my balls but gently,” he ordered, and he felt her soft hand cradle his balls as if they were fine jewels to cherish. Her hand got inquisitive, and her fingers sought out his twin balls but gently touched him. Her two hands continued to inspire him to greater hardness, but he needed to be inside her and show her the pleasure that his cock would bring her once he rid her of her virginity.

She thought she did something wrong when he pulled his organ from her touch, but then, she felt him push her down onto her back, and he kneeled between her legs. She shivered in fear when she felt him guide his organ to her pussy and slide it up and down her tight slit. Instinctively, she moved away, making his penetration of her more difficult, but that didn’t stop him. He was persistent and followed her every movement to seek out her taut opening. She moved and found that instead of moving away from his organ, she was in an easier position for him to take her.

He felt her move beneath his cock, taking it as a sign that she was aroused and wanted to feel his cock inside her. He pushed the head of his cock against the tight opening and felt her begin to panic beneath him. “Hold still and I’ll give you such pleasure,” he shamelessly professed for all to hear.

She felt his restless organ push against the tight, virginal opening of her pussy. First, she panicked, but she knew it was fruitless to refuse him what he desired. She surrendered, leaving herself open and defenseless. She felt him push harder, her muscles forced to open under the harsh attack. She wanted to surrender, but to surrender actually was more difficult when she felt the hard helmet of his organ begin to stretch her. He pressed harder with his organ, and her virgin hole gaped wider from its demanding presence.

She was unsure of herself; one moment, she wanted him inside her; the next, she fought off the inevitable, but all it did was make the final act slower and more humiliating for her. In the end, William won, as if there was any other alternative. He held steady for an instant before he penetrated her while he waited for her ultimate surrender. At that split second, he thrust forward as his organ ripped through the last vestige of her innocent and tore away her hymen to seek the hot, dark depths of her virgin passage.

Her body leapt in pain as he tore her open, her virginity lost as she felt the head of his organ stretch and push into the depths of her once-virgin hole. Her cry of pain was mumbled when she bit her lip to contain it. She felt the wetness inside and knew it was her virginal blood that aided his organ to penetrate her deeper. She never felt anything like it before. His hard organ shuddered and twitched inside her to stretch her wide to accept his big organ. He launched himself into her with a thrust that shot his organ beyond the ripped opening to stretch her with his wide shaft as it bore into the depths of her womanhood.

She was delightfully tight and hot. He had to withdraw often to give her a chance to relax and then shove back in, taking her deeper with each thrust. He got cries of pain and pleasure from her lips; his cock slipped in and back with each successive thrust, as he possessed her. His hands went under her buttocks to clench both firm cheeks and pulled her up at the same time he thrust in. He began to fuck her with such authority, each time he drove deeper inside her, each time he pulled her up by her buttocks to receive his punishing thrusts in her once-virgin hole.

Elan couldn’t believe his organ was inside her, but the stretching could only be from his thick organ. It bore into the very depths of her soul. He pulled her submissively up onto his thrusting organ, forcing her to meet his thrusts with her own. His hands squeezed her buttocks, and then she felt the sharp divide that separated her buttocks parted ruthlessly by his powerful fingers. She felt the strange tingle in her anus as the tiny hole was pulled open. The tingle raced from her anus to her mound as though both holes found pleasure in what he did. Fire raced between her legs as his organ possessed her with his hardness. It rubbed and teased at her insides until her juices flowed freely to mix with her virgin blood. She looked down to see his buttocks shoot up and down in rhythm to the organ that penetrated her. She felt his organ penetrate as deep as he could, his wiry pubic hairs pushed against her bush. The thick helmet of his organ sat deep inside her and pulsated with such pleasure. He began to move his hips from side to side, her insides forced to expand to take his organ. That movement made her pleasure button pop out as it was rubbed in just the right way by his organ. It felt so good, her hips responded to make sure that it continued to rub her button in the same way.

The room was silent except for the slapping of naked flesh against each other and the moans of pleasure from their lips. It was as if no one watched and they were in the privacy of their bedroom.

William picked up the speed of his thrusts when he felt her insides caress his cock as the muscles rippled with excitement. He wouldn’t last much longer as he rode her hard and fast, as his pleasure built up to a crescendo.

She felt him inside her. His organ shot out inside her. She could feel the hot fluids bathe every crevice inside her tight channel. It shot inside her with powerful spurts, each time the pleasure built higher in her body. By the second spurt inside her, she joined him, a feminine explosion shot through her body. She met each of his spurts with one of her own, exploding wetly on his organ. Their bodies merged into one for long minutes until both lay exhausted from the pleasure.

William lay nestled in her wet, tight hole. Sighing, he finally began to withdraw. The acrid smell of semen and the odor of blood from her lost virginity filled the air. He looked down to see his cock covered in a shiny sheen of pink blood and their arousal fluids.

Dr. Philip was beside the bed immediately. “Would you like your organ cleaned, Lord William?”

Elan looked up at him with surprise and then down at Lord William’s organ. It was slightly hard, but it gleamed with wetness and the faint trace of pink blood. He couldn’t mean what she thought he did.

William didn’t say a word, but when he saw the look of fear in Elan’s face, he nodded.

“Now, Elan!” Dr. Philip was adamant.

“And if I refuse—” her words were broken when the whip slashed across one of her soft thighs, so close to her mound.

“You will suck his cock or you’ll feel the lash again, but this time, it’ll be closer to that lovely cunt.”

Her thigh stung as she cringed in pain. She saw his messy organ still erect, dripping with their juices, and it looked like it grew harder. “NO, I’ll do it,” she surrendered. She knelt between his legs. She reached for his organ with one hand to grasp the wet organ. She leaned over, staring at his organ for a moment while she contemplated the foul task of taking that smelly organ in her mouth, dreading the further nasty task of swallowing what she licked off it. She knew that would be what he’d order her to do. She gulped twice, tightening her grip on his slippery organ as she moved it to her mouth. She felt the swelled helmet touch her lower lip, and she spread her mouth wide to accommodate the thickness of it. She began the final humiliation as the organ came alive in her mouth, bouncing on her tongue and leaving its wetness wherever it touched her.

William lay back down on the bed when he felt her soft lips wrap around his cock with such tenderness. He felt her lips tighten around his cock, and it took a minute, but she soon relented as he felt her tongue begin to lick his cock. He saw her face grimace as she licked up his drying cum, but it stirred his cock to greater hardness. He might have just cum in her, but her mouth did such things to excite his cock. She sucked in the head through her lips and her tongue swished across it. He knew it wouldn’t be long until his cock was fully restored to its hardness.

It was a foul job she was forced to perform, but she feared Dr. Philip and his whip behind her if she didn’t do what he commanded. She felt the smooth head on her tongue, and she whipped her tongue across it. It didn’t take long before it was shiny with her spit, and she had to swallow until the foul taste was gone from her mouth. The more she swished her tongue over the head, the more she tasted the salty, thick drops that leaked out the tip. She saw what her fingers could induce from his organ and her tongue did the same.

“Grab it with your hand around the shaft. Stroke it as your mouth sucks on it,” William instructed her. He felt her soft hand grip his cock, and she instantly stroked it as she did so expertly before. Her mouth took on a new vigor, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked the head into the hot confines of her mouth with powerful suction. “Yes, that is good, Elan, you do it so well.”

Her fingers gripped the shaft, and she felt the contractions of the muscles of his cock as her fingers began to stroke it. She sucked the head deeper into her mouth in spite of more of his drying juices on the shaft, but she soon licked that as clean as the head. Now, she had to contend with the leaking drops that her mouth and hand drew from his organ. She didn’t think she had such skills to do it, but it seemed the more she sucked and stroked, the more fluids she drew from his organ.

“Take it deeper, Elan; suck it deeper into your mouth.” He was surprised she did it so easily. He watched her face as her head moved down and two more inches of cock slipped through her pink lips. Her hand continued to stroke his shaft, but she used her other hand to cup his balls. She clenched them gently as if to coax out his cum.

Elan felt a perverse tremor of excitement at what she did. The organ in her mouth grew longer and thicker, and she did that to him. She grasped his heavy ball sack, and her fingers sought out the elusive balls that rolled around inside it. She clenched on them, and each time she did, he dribbled more of his juices into her waiting mouth. The drops were salty and thick, difficult to mix with her spit, but the taste didn’t deter her from the job she had to perform. Both of her hands continued to work on his pleasure while her mouth was filled with his growing erection. His organ pushed against her cheeks, and then, he pushed upward with his hips until the head of his organ slid across her wet tongue and pushed to the depths of her mouth. It slammed into the back of her mouth and blocked her throat but not before the head made her gag. Tears fell from her eyes as she gagged loudly for all to hear. “GGLLLUGGGH!” Her stomach churned. She feared that he’d shove harder, so she began to rock her head back and forth as well as use the skills of her two hands to stroke and induce the seed from his balls. She knew now that this would be much more than cleaning his organ. He would use her mouth as he did her pussy, except it would be her mouth that received the spurts of his seed, and she’d have to contend with it.

William grew more excited at Elan’s expertise. He grabbed her head in his hands and pulled her down into his lap as his cock sank deeper in her mouth. He felt her struggle for a moment, but Philip was ready with the whip.

Lord William became more demanding, grabbing her hair and twisting the tendrils in his powerful fingers to drag her down into his lap. She felt his pubic hairs rub on her face, but it was his organ she had to contend with as it filled her mouth and pressed against her throat. She knew better than to try to push him away, her hands stayed where they were, to stroke his shaft and clench his balls.

“Deeper, Elan, take it in your throat,” he ordered her. He felt her body tense up as he pulled her further down, but then, he felt her surrender. The head of his cock felt like it was in a vise as he pushed up with his hips and slowly rotated them as if he were trying to pull a cork out of a bottle of wine. He began to have success; the head of his cock suddenly was grasped in the tight confines of her throat when she gagged on his cock. He had to hold her tighter when she struggled, but he soon had the head of his cock fully embedded in her throat. He began to move his hips, slowly and deliberately, feeling her muscles ripple along the head with such delightful contractions. Her hand could no longer stroke his shaft, more of his cock was embedded in her mouth and throat, but her other hand continued to milk his balls.

It felt like a wooden bar was shoved down her throat. She choked and gagged, but he wouldn’t relent. It filled her throat in spite of her efforts to push it out. His hips moved more urgently now, and she hoped that he’d end this misery soon. She rubbed, clenched, and squeezed his balls, knowing that is where his seed was. It would fill her mouth, but at least it would be done.

He pulled her deeper into his lap, but he knew he’d have to relent, but he had no desire to shoot his seed into her throat. He wanted to see her mouth fill with his potent seed and for her to swallow it. He released the tense grip on her head and allowed her mouth to back off until the head of his cock popped out of her throat loudly for all to hear. “Use your tongue on my cock and make me cum in your mouth.” His voice rippled with impending excitement.

Her tongue just started to move when he erupted in her mouth. It was much more than she expected; the hot fluid was thick and covered her tongue with a blanket of hot crème. She continued to run her tongue over his organ, but that only inspired more of his seed to shoot out. Her fingers on his balls milked them until the organ shot again in her mouth. She couldn’t contain it all in her mouth after the second time he shot, swallowing the load in her mouth with a loud gulp, but he already filled her with more of his seed. Two more times he shot into her mouth until she finally felt his organ shrink. Her tongue licked it to scoop up every single drop and swallow it before she would push it out. She was finally able to kneel back up, her back creaked from the position he had her in. She saw all the men look at her, knowing that her chin still bore the scars of his leaking seed. She couldn’t look at Caitlin or Olan, too shamed at what she’d done, in spite of them having done the same. She watched as Lord William got off the bed and dressed, but she heard a rustling behind her. When she turned around, she was confronted by Dr. Philip, as he undressed. She knew she wasn’t finished yet, but she couldn’t do anything, his hand still held the whip. She looked down as he revealed his organ, hard and ready for her.

“Kneel on the bed, hands, and knees,” he ordered her. He raised the hand that held the whip slightly in the air. That was all it took for her to get into position. “Spread your legs wider, open up for me,” he urged her.

She felt the bed sink down as he got on, and it took a second before she felt his hands on her naked hips. The next touch she felt was his hot organ as it bounced on her naked cheeks when he moved closer. He pulled her head up by her hair until she was forced to stare at all the men. They’d all see the shame on her face.

He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, still wet with her juices and that of William but cared little for that wasn’t where he’d sheath his cock. He turned the whip around until the white, ivory handle jutted out in front of him. He moved it down until it ran through the sharp divide of her buttocks, slowly rolling it over her tiny, brown anus before he found the slick lips of her pussy peek out from behind.

She turned her head suddenly when she felt it. It wasn’t his organ. It was too hard. She saw it in his hand, the handle of the whip poised behind her. She saw the serpent etched in the ivory with all the intricate carvings and raised ridges. It was thick, as thick as his organ, but it wasn’t flesh. “No, don’t put that in me. Give me your organ. Let me give it such pleasure,” she begged, anything but the handle of the whip.

“You’ll give my cock its pleasure, but not there. Hold still or I’ll have the men come over and hold you, and as they do, they’ll make you suck their cocks while I fuck you.”

She had no choice, not wanting any more men next to her, knowing that there were ten of them, and if she took one, the others would want their pleasure from her mouth. She turned her head and faced the men again as she felt the whip’s hard handle slowly spread the lips of her pussy open. She could feel all the raised ridges, bumps, and protrusions of the serpent pass through her reluctant hole. It wasn’t long ago she was a virgin, and now, she took something much harder and thicker inside her hole. Her bottom raised up as the handle filled her, more than Lord William’s organ had done. It pushed all the way to the end until it sat heavily against her cervix.

Philip greased up his cock, not for her but for him. If he took her ass dry, it would tear up his cock from the friction. He wanted to slide in deep and easy. He fisted his cock and placed the head over the tiny hole of her anus. It covered it, but he felt the spasms of her anus on his head. Her body shivered, and he dug his hand deep into her hip to steady her while his other hand gripped the shaft of his cock to keep it from bending. “Take it, Elan. Open up your ass and take me in.” His hand on her hip pushed her up higher, her back arched and her butt wagged in the air. He pushed with his hips, and the head of his cock began to stretch her anal ring around the slick head.

She braced for a sudden penetration, but he took her slowly. She didn’t know which was worse. Her body was so tense. Her anus began to flutter open under the brutal thrust of his hips, and the head of his organ began to enter her. It took long minutes before the head of his organ pushed into her backside; Elan cried out, fearing she’d be torn by his organ.

“So hot and tight.” He used two hands to hold her hips and slowly impaled her on his cock. It felt so good, taking her slowly, inch by inch of pure pleasure for him and agony for her.

It was worse than the whip handle that was used inside her pussy. It felt like one giant log was between her legs and it sought out some deep place inside her body. His organ jerked and shuddered as it slowly tunneled into a place that had no desire to be impaled by an organ. It was just as bad when it withdrew as when he pressed forward. She bit her lip as she tried to contend with the stretching by his organ.

As soon as his abdomen pushed against her backside, she knew he was fully embedded. He made his cock twitch and felt her muscles react, to clench and cling to his cock with ripples of pleasure. He ripped his cock back until only the head was trapped by her tight anal ring and then sent it back in with a powerful thrust. Her head reared up as she cried out. He’d twisted the whip handle in her pussy so she’d feel every protrusion.

“OOOOW!” It felt like he drove his organ through her body and tried to come out her mouth. Her insides curled around the ravaging organ; the whip handle turned and twisted to rub her insides raw by the carved serpent. She didn’t realize that she’d have to take every inch of his organ, and it was quite formidable. Her stomach cramped around it when he pushed in too hard or shoved out on the elastic walls of her intestines. But, he cared little except for his pleasure, and he soon slapped her ass until she gripped his organ with the inner muscles of her backside.

She didn’t know that he could last that long, but he took her backside with punishing thrusts that jerked her body forward, only to have his hands pull her back onto his rampaging organ. Forced to clench her muscles on his organ, she finally felt the shameful wetness as he spurted deep into her bowels. She could smell his seed as he continued to shove his organ in and out until he had spurted repeatedly inside her guts. Only then did she get any relief. His organ pulled out, and she felt the wetness drip out her tiny hole. Then, the whip handle was pulled out as her body was allowed to slump to the bed in exhaustion.





Chapter 14


A Plan Gone Wrong



It was three weeks before they had the ship seaworthy. There were more repairs to be made, but the sails would hold wind, and the rest of the repairs were above the water line, so they could be repaired as they sailed. Harkin was eager to get home, as well as the other men. They’d lost too many good men.

“I want to thank you for honoring your word, Harkin.” Ian was skeptical of his promise, but there hadn’t been any trouble since he came on the island. They traded some of his treasures for supplies and equipment. Ian thought he got the best of the deals, but the treasures would have little value to Harkin if he couldn’t get his ship home.

“We have no arguments with you or the Scots. I suspect that one day, we’ll both be on the same side against the English king. He has his eyes on our lands. As soon as he is no longer preoccupied, he’ll set off to conquer us both.”

“That might be true, but until then, we’ll try to live in peace. Good luck on your voyage home. I hope you make it past the English warships. Maybe you’ll be lucky and they went home.” Ian knew it would be a dangerous passage home for him. If an English warship spotted him, he wouldn’t have a chance. He couldn’t outrun or outgun them, especially in his ship’s state of repair.

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Luck was with them. They had gentle swells, a good breeze, and no English warships in sight. The repaired sails held the wind as though they were new, and the men’s spirits began to pick up the closer they got to home. It got much better when the shore of Ireland appeared, though they tried to stay in open waters in case the English still hunted them.

The excitement on the deck picked up when Dingle Bay came into view. It felt like the ship sailed faster as if was just as anxious to get home as the men. The excitement turned to fear when they saw the village. It was still there, but there was no doubt that it suffered, the scars of a battle littered it. Harkin felt some relief; it hadn’t been burned to the ground, his hopes that many survived were aided by the sight of the fishing boats still in the harbor. As they neared the harbor, the people came out, hesitant at first, but they gradually came to the dock. There wasn’t as many as before. Harkin scanned the castle with his spyglass, but he saw nothing of Caitlin. His heart began to pound faster.

They quickly tied the ship to the dock, all the men eagerly got off to see if their friends and family were still alive. There was talk of a Norman raid on the village, but Harkin didn’t wait to hear it. He headed off to the castle.

Lugaed saw him coming up to the gate, and he stepped in Lord Harkin’s path. “She’s not here.” He saw the terror in Lord Harkin’s eyes.

He feared the worse, but then, it dawned on him that if she wasn’t here, at least she probably was alive. “Did she escape into the hills?” He’d left his best men to protect her and hoped they were successful.

“No, Lord Harkin. The Normans overrun the village and took the castle with ease. All of your guards were slain. The Norman leader, Lord William de Barry, captured her and her handmaidens. He came with many ships, and they took them aboard and left.”

Harkin feared the Normans and what they might do to his wife. They were ruthless. The Normans occupied a large portion of Eastern Ireland, and she could be anywhere. He didn’t have many men left, and he was sure that many lost their families. He couldn’t ask them to search enemy lands for his wife. “How long ago?”

“Weeks, many weeks.”

“I must find her, Lugaed.”

“I know, Lord Harkin. That is why I followed them. I know where they’ve taken her.” He saw the look of relief on his face. He was glad that he did it, in spite of all the dangers in doing it.

“Where, where?”

“She’s being held by Lord William in Wexford. He has taken over one of the large houses; he has your wife and her handmaidens jailed there. I have a friend that works for him in his household. She has told me that they are alive.”

“Has he harmed her?” Wexford was one of the Norman strongholds. He couldn’t sail into the harbor with one ship to rescue her. But, his mind began to plan her rescue for he wouldn’t stop until he rescues her or lose his life trying.

“I’m afraid that the Norman lord has taken her and her maidens in his dungeons, on his ship and in the house. The man is a degenerate and does unspeakable things to the women he captures, but there is no permanent harm that has come to her. “There’s one more thing, Lord Harkin. The Norman lord left a message for you. If you surrender to him in Wexford, he’ll release your wife.”

“And hang me, I suppose?”

“Yes, Lord Harkin. You’ll be hung in the square for all to see, including your wife.”

“Do you think he’d release her?”

“No, Lord Harkin; he’s not an honorable man. I suspect that she’d be hung alongside of you.”

He felt sorry that Caitlin and her handmaidens had to suffer because of him, but he vowed to take her from his clutches. “How about the village here, how many did we lose?”

* * * *

The village had lost a third of the people, most of them men. The Normans spared the life of the women and they didn’t burn the village. Harkin began to plan the rescue. He was glad that Lugaed followed the Normans, and it was good news that he had a trusted person on the inside, even though it was a woman. He’d need every bit of information about the guards and the layout of the house if he expected to be successful. The only way he’d do it was with a small group of men and surprise. The Normans wouldn’t expect anything that bold. “We set sail tomorrow.”

Harkin took a small group of men, ten soldiers, the rest were sailors. The sailors would stay on the ship and be ready for the escape. They set sail at the first sign of the dawn. “We’ll moor the ship north of Waterford and take to the land to go north to Wexford.” It was about thirty-five miles, but they’d have to take a circular route to stay away from anyone that might alert the Normans.

They dressed as farmers and entered Wexford. It was worse than Harkin expected. The Norman soldiers were everywhere. The harbor held at least six Norman ships and even the pubs were filled with Norman soldiers. They squeezed into a small booth way in the back, Lugaed and Harkin along with Brea. The rest of his men spread out at the other tables to be less conspicuous.

“I want to thank you for helping me, Brea. I don’t know how to repay you.” Brea was a lovely woman, and she took such a risk to help him.

“Don’t get caught or get me caught,” she warned him. “I don’t know how you’re going to do it, not with ten men. I don’t know how you’d do it with fifty. There are more guards now, just in the last couple of days. I think he suspects something, but I’m not sure. I have to be careful.”

“It’ll have to be tonight. We can’t take a chance of being caught in the village. The longer we’re here, the more chance of them seeing our ship. Can you get us into the house tonight?”

“Yes, but as soon as I do, I need to leave. It’s too risky for me.” She handed him the hand-drawn map of the house that she meticulously made over the last couple of weeks. “There’s a back door here, in the alley way. It’s only used to bring in supplies to the storeroom in the cellar, but in the cellar, there is a stairway that goes to the pantry next to the kitchen. If you go up the stairs close to midnight, no one will be in the kitchen.” She showed them the layout of the house. “The dungeon is here, down these stairs. There is only one way in and out. It’s heavily guarded from the upstairs, but also downstairs, there are guards. Last night, I counted at least a dozen of them downstairs and ten upstairs. It’s as though they are waiting for you.”

That was too many men for them to fight in such close quarters and expect to rescue Caitlin and escape with their lives. “Can you tell us how many men downstairs tonight, just before midnight?” He’d decide then if it was possible.

“Yes, but then, I’m off. If you do this, I’m leaving the house forever. I don’t want to take a chance that they’ll discover me.” Brea was scared for her own safety. She’d done as much as she could.

“Okay.” This would be their only chance. It was tonight or never. “Tell me about the rest of the house.” He went over the rest of the houses, including the second floor where Lord William resided with his wife. He wasn’t surprised that they had separate bedrooms far away from each other. With the women he kept in the dungeon, his wife had to know of his perchance to seek his captives’ pleasure, but she wouldn’t want to be in close proximity to him.

* * * *

He and his men were quiet as church mice as they went down into the storeroom. Brea was waiting for them, and she had her bag with her. She was serious about leaving the employ of Lord William. They huddled in the corner next to the stairway.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “There are six men near the entrance to the dungeon, with another four in the kitchen having tea. I sent fourteen dinners down to the dungeon, all for guards. It’s a long stairway down, and you’ll be exposed before you reach bottom.” It was all bad news. With ten men, he didn’t stand a chance.

“Thank you, Brea. Go now, get out of here. It’s not a fit place for a lady, and I wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.” He saw the look of fear in her face as she left.

Lugaed looked at Lord Harkin. Lugaed wasn’t a soldier, but he came along anyway. He owed it to Lord Harkin and his wife. He knew it was suicide, but he would do it anyway.

“I have a plan.” They all gathered around as Harkin laid out the plan.

They snuck up the stairway to the kitchen quietly. Harkin peered around the corner and saw three men at the table sipping tea, but they had a bottle of whiskey nearby. He could hear more men talking in the hallway. That was the way to the dungeon stairway.

But, Harkin and his men went the other way, down the hallway away from the dungeon. They found the back stairway up to the second floor. They saw one lone guard walking the hallway, but he quickly disappeared. They made their way quietly down the hallway until they came to the room. Harkin took two men with him as the others guarded the hallway. Harkin slowly and silently turned the door handle and pushed the door open. The hallway was fairly dark, but he could make out the body in the bed. It rustled softly but made no movements as Harkin and the two men crept up on it. Harkin was on one side of the bed, the other two men were on the other. With a nod of his head, they sprung their trap and captured their prey. Bound and gagged, Harkin flung his captive over his shoulders as they all made their way out of the room. The eleven of them made their way back down the back stairway and into the kitchen pantry. The men were gone from the kitchen, but they were nowhere to be found. Harkin and the men snuck back into the storeroom and were relieved when they found themselves in the alley. It was dark and deserted. They quickly snuck out of the village under the cover of darkness. It was a long walk through the dark forest, but by the first light, they saw their ship. The sails were set before the sun came up and the alarm would be sounded.

* * * *

William had his breakfast, and then, he was off to his office. He had much work to do. It was harder than he expected to rule Wexford, but it did have its rewards. He’d been warned of a possible rescue of the scum’s wife, but he doubted that he’d be stupid enough for such a thing. But, as a precaution, he doubled the number of guards. So far, nothing happened, and he expected that he’d soon surrender to him and that would be the end of it.

It was late afternoon when the captain of his guard entered his office. He was nervous and flushed. “What is it?”

“We can’t find your wife, Lord William.”

“What do you mean you can’t find her? She went to bed last night. Was it slept in?” Maybe she had a tryst with someone in the village and slipped out to meet him.

“Yes, Lord William, but it was messed up this morning. As though there might have been a struggle of some sort. We’ve searched the whole house and found nothing. I have men scouring the village for her, but so far, nothing.”

“Anything unusual last night.”

“Nothing, Lord William, though one of the chambermaids didn’t show up for work this morning. The last they saw of her was last night.”

Could someone have captured Alastair? “Send out more men in the village. I want to know for sure if she’s there. This rebel couldn’t have done this.” Was he that cunning?

* * * *

Alastair was woken suddenly. Something covered her mouth as she struggled but hands were everywhere, slapping hers away as if they slapped a pesky fly. Her arms were pushed behind her and tied too tight. Her fingers began to tingle from lack of blood. Her ankles were bound, so she couldn’t run away. A cloth covered her eyes to blind her. She was thrown over the shoulder of some ruffian, and she bounced along on him. She could hear many footsteps, but they moved softly. It couldn’t be William’s soldiers, they were always loud. She felt her body go up and down stairs, but then, she could feel the cold of the outside air. She was dressed in only her nightgown, and the air was crisp and cold. She heard the sounds of the village, but it gradually grew fainter. Then, she heard the sounds of the woods, owls hooting, night birds singing. The men nearby made more noise and she heard voices talking. Irish voices with their accents.

“Throw a blanket over her, I wouldn’t want her to die of cold,” Harkin said as they made good time through the woods. He wanted to be on water where he felt safer and more comfortable.

* * * *

They set sail and left Welford behind them. They took to the open sea, far from the coast as they headed back to Dingle Bay. Lugaed stayed behind with the note for Lord William. It was a dangerous task he’d do, but he volunteered.

“It’s time to unveil our captive.” Harkin and some of the men went below where they had her bound tight. Brea had told him of what they had done to Caitlin and the other women in his dungeon. He was furious at the time and pledged revenge. Now, it was his opportunity to extract that revenge.

Alastair finally had the blindfold removed, and she saw six or eight men stand over her. She was on a bed, bound tight. She was thankful that the gag was taken off. “Do you know who I am?”

“No, who are you?” Harkin wanted to make sure he got the right person.

“I’m Alastair de Barry. My husband is Lord William de Barry, Earl of Wexford. He’ll have your head for this,” she blurted out confidently.

“I guess we got the right person, Alastair.”

“What do you mean? Why did you take me?”

“I’m Lord Harkin O'Donoghue, and my wife, Caitlin, along with her two handmaidens, are guests in the dungeon of your husband. I expect you know that.”

“I have nothing to do with the affairs of my husband. Let me go and I’ll have your lives spared,” she spat out defiantly.

“Like your husband, I now have his wife in my dungeon. We’ll see how agreeable you are to serving our pleasure as your husband forced my wife to do.” He turned to the men. “Strip her and spread her to the bed. We don’t have a rack, but this will do just as well.”

The men took to the task with such fervor. They tore off her clothes before they untied her. Four of them each took a limb when the ropes came off her wrists and ankles, but they were traded for new ones. They pulled her arms high over her head and then her legs to the far corners of the wide, wooden bed. They threaded the ropes through the iron rings until her arms and legs were pulled tight.

Her naked breasts were pushed out by the cruel bondage. Her crotch ached with the wide spread of her legs, and her sex was opened up lewdly as the men peered between her legs to inspect her like a piece of meat. She saw the bulges in their trousers and feared what they’d do to her. She knew what her husband did to the women, and she found herself in the same dilemma.

The muscles in her arms and legs were drawn taut as the men yanked cruelly on the ropes. He heard her groan, and some of her bravado was gone now that she was stripped naked and bound so lewdly. Her firm breasts were pushed up high, and with her legs spread so wide, the lips of her pussy pulled back to reveal pink inner lips that beckoned to the eyes. He wished he could make her pay for what her husband did, but he couldn’t. He wasn’t that kind of man and neither were his men. “Release her. Give her a blanket to cover herself, but tie her arms and legs. I don’t want her going anywhere. We’ll not stoop to being like her husband, no matter what he’s done.”

Alastair didn’t understand this Irishman. After what William did to his wife, he wouldn’t do the same to her. She was glad for that, but she couldn’t figure why he wouldn’t. He was a man after all.

* * * *

Lugaed waited two days per the instructions from Lord Harkin before he delivered the note to Lord William. “I have to deliver it in person,” he told the guard. “It concerns his wife.”

Lugaed was ushered into the house immediately and taken to Lord William.

“You have something for me.”

He handed the note to him and waited while he read it. He saw his face grow flushed and angry. This was the time that Lugaed didn’t know his fate.

“How did you come about his note?” William’s voice rose up in anger.

“It is from my lord.”

“Do you know its content?”

“Of course. If you wish to see your wife alive, you’ll trade her for Lord Harkin’s wife and her two handmaidens.”

“How do I know he’ll do it?”

“You will take out one of your smaller ships with his wife and two handmaidens. You are not to have more than ten soldiers and eight crew on board. I will go with you. We’ll meet at sea, far away from the coast. I will tell you the location once we set sail. He’ll meet you with a ship with the same number of men. If there is any other ships on the horizon, the deal will be off and I can’t vouch for the safety of your wife.”

“Or yours or his wife.”

“I accept that. His wife would rather have a short life than the life she has in your dungeon.”

“Do I have assurances that Lord Harkin will never seek out villages in England to attack? That is what drew the wrath of the English King Henry II.”

“Yes, he’ll take his wife and go back to his life of fishing.”

William would do anything for his wife. He’d end the terror that Lord Harkin began with the English, and he could go find this Lord Harkin at any time he chose in the future. He was sure that he’d run across him again, and he’d have the upper hand. “I agree. We leave at sunrise.”

* * * *

Lugaed felt uncomfortable on the Norman ship, but Lord William had followed every detail. Lugaed searched the ship to make sure. Once they were out of sight of the coastline, he gave the captain directions but didn’t tell him how far. It was two days before he told the captain to stop the ship. All around them was water, not a bit of land within sight. “We wait; it shouldn’t be more than a day.”

William felt at a disadvantage, but he didn’t say anything. It was boring to wait, but he did. It was the next morning when another ship came into view. William looked through the telescope and saw that it was about the same size as this one. It was four hours before it came close to his ship but then stopped and dropped anchor away from them.

“You may go or send one of your men to inspect his ship, just as I did with yours. If as agreed, then we’ll pull alongside each other and make the prisoner exchange.” Lugaed noticed that Lord William didn’t go; he sent one of the soldiers.

Harkin was never so glad to see Caitlin in all his life. She didn’t look harmed; though he knew what was done to her wouldn’t be visible. Both sides of soldiers stood along the edge of the decks as the women passed over a plank laid from ship to ship. Harkin never took his eyes off Lord William for an instant, not even when Caitlin came aboard his ship.

So that was him, he didn’t look so fearless. Lord William would have his revenge, though it might not be now, it would be soon enough. The two ships separated, and they set sail in opposite directions.





Epilogue


Harkin took his wife and her handmaiden’s home to Dingle Bay where they stayed to live out their long, rich life. They set about to rebuild the village, but Harkin kept a watchful eye on the horizon at all times for the return of Lord William. Caitlin bore Harkin two sons and a daughter.

Lord William took Alastair home to Wexford, but they soon left to go back to Normandy before he could get his revenge on Lord Harkin. King Henry II got sick of the Irish king and his Norman soldiers and decided they were more trouble than they were worth. He mounted an invasion and took back Ireland. Dingle Bay wasn’t large enough to warrant English troops.

