The Road is Long

Cinewine was a place barely deserving a name. A waystation between two important cities in a small duchy daring survival as each day passed. It was a common place for Irving to end up. Its few taverns, inns and whorehouses suited him fine. The stopping point was even a good place to find work if you happened to run into the right person. Sometimes it was shady but anything was better than becoming a beggar. Especially on these uncaring roads where people were spat on or ignored.

Irving was a common nomad, wander, finding work wherever he could get it. He’d taken on a number of jobs sending him all over the region, covering the place like a swarm of locust. Although he was never quite as successful as they were, he did what he could.

As the sun began hiding behind the mountains outside, Irving was inside drinking stale liquor from a mug at the counter. Listening to the gusts of wind outside and the casual conversation inside he tried to be wary of opportunity. And thieves. A pointed reason why he had two daggers stashed on either side.

Dragging his hand through his dark hair he half turned to the room, looking over it. It was a mix of everything. Business, pleasure, loners and those who couldn’t be without. As Irving noticed his mug growing lighter he reached into a pouch, flipping another coin onto the counter. The servant girl came by, picking up the coin, refilling his mug with the dark liquid. He wasn’t quite sure what he was going to do tonight. Stay at the tavern and drink away the evening or head across the street to the inn to get started early on the next day.

Bronwyn pulled her cape tighter around her in an attempt to sheild herself from the cold wind, as she peeked in the grimy window of the tavern, and stared enviously at the blazing fire in the hearth, and the variety of travellers who were eating meat and bread, and drinking ale!

Her stomach grumbled noisily, her hunger making her whimper. The cold permeated her bones, and she shuddered, she could not continue like this!! Her father had sent her to Blathswaite castle, as a companion to Lady Gweneth, but the caslte had been stormed, and she had been lucky to escape before it was taken. A lone traveller faced many dangers, a lone woman faced unbelievable dangers. A young woman, with a beautiful figure, large breasts pressing at the bodice of her dress, long, shiny dark hair, a piercing blue eyes, was fair game, for the first man to see her and take her!!

Numerous men roamed the countryside, and she had decided that she had better attach herself to one of them, than leave herself vulnurable to all of them.

She peered in the window, her eyes alighting on one traveller in particular, but she did not want to enter the tavern, as it would be better to approach him alone. As she watched, he stood, and walked from the inn, and around the back to relieve himself, as he walked back toward the Inn, she approached him.

"Sir, one moment of your time, if you will!" He stopped, and turned to face her. She put back the hood of her cloak, showing her pretty face, "Sir, I am hungry, and with out protection. I see you have food, and you seem to be travelling alone, I wonder if you would enjoy some company?" she blushed as she spoke words which shocked her, and she awaited his reply. She dreaded he would refuse her, she dreaded he would accept.

As time went on he drained another mug of liquor and finally decided it was time to leave. Passing between the tables he shoved his hands into his pockets as he left the tavern, intent on keeping them warm for what he was about to do. Walking across the street and around the rear of the inn he was going to be staying at he pulled himself near a wall when he was startled by a voice.

Craning his neck slightly he heard the woman speak he relieved himself, uncaring of her attitudes toward it. Habits from the road carried themselves within the city. When he was through he turned to face the woman with a questionable look on his face. “Enjoy some company?” he repeated her last words as though it were a mystery.

Irving wasn’t entirely sure what she meant by that. Was she only looking for conversation? A wayward hooker? Something else? Crossing his arms over his chest he took a good look over her as he asked, “What do you mean by company? While I travel?”

“What do you mean by company? While I travel?” the stranger asked, and for a moment, she was non plussed. She blushed, unable to control her nerves. Despite the cold, her heart pounded, and she felt sweat slowly trickle from the back of her neck, and roll down her spine.

"Sire, I.... I am alone! I am a refugee from the recent attack on Castle Blathswaite, I escaped minutes before the castle fell, and I have been on the road, wending my way south since. I..." she stammered to a halt, unsure how to continue ..."I, well, I have no money" she rushed, trying to get to the difficult part of the discussion.

"I have no money, and I need to be with someone...... a man....... for protection...... a woman alone is vulnurable! Do you have need for a woman Sire, .... in...... in any capacity?"

Irving watched her reaction as he stood there in the cold weather, the wind whipping against him in spite of his favorable position behind the inn. It was going to be a rough night for anyone out traveling to be sure. Absentmindedly a hand rubbed at his arm to keep it warm as he listened to her. She seemed desperate enough but he’d lead on.

“That is unfortunate,” he commented, speaking of her refugee status. “I’m a traveler myself, looking for work where I can find it. For the moment I’m running a message farther south but I can’t spare the coin to feed and house someone else without something in return. Tell me, what are you capable of doing for me?”

He was being careful of himself, not wanting to offend but not wanting to spurn her away either. Irving was interested in the girl and willing to help her but there was only one thing he was willing to receive in order to give up the luxury of liquor. And he was reminded of it as he looked her over again.

As the time passed slowly by the wind bit into his skin, reminding him that they were in worsening weather. He was becoming anxious to get inside, something he showed by the warming of his arms until at last he asked, “We could talk more about this inside,” he hurriedly added.

When the traveller uttered the words “We could talk more about this inside,” Bronwyn could have kissed him! Anything to get out of the cold, even if it was only for a while.


They re-entered the noisy bar, attracting the looks of some of the patrons. She sat close to him, speaking quietly, for his ears only. "Sire, I will speak plainly! In return for your protection of me, I will do whatever you require! Anything at all! All the duties a wife would do for you...." she paused, getting to the difficult part, but knowing she had to spell it out. " I will mend, sow, clean and ..... warm your bed at night! Please sire, this is difficult for me, if you are uninterested, please tell me now, so that i may seek another! I cannot face another night out doors in this cold!"

Bronwyn looked at him hopefully, wondering if she had spelled it out clearly enough for him. although she was a maid, she knew the mechanics, of what occured between a man and a woman, and if doing so kept her safe, she would try to learn as much as she could, and to please him, so that he kept her!

After they reentered the place and found a table he felt her near, telling him what exactly it was she was willing to do for him. When she spelled it out she finally got to the part that interested him most though he didn’t need someone who could sew or mend. And cleaning would be beneficial but what he wanted most out of her was that body she was hiding under those clothes. There were a few things he needed to know first.

When she had finished, he in turn faced her, though he wasn’t as quiet with his voice. He spoke to her as one person would speak to another in a noisy tavern and it wasn’t with a hushed tone. “I may have some use for you but it isn’t as a wife. To put it in plain terms, I could use a whore to use as I need her.” And then he added before he forgot, “And one that can clean.” He knew he was speaking in rough terms but at this point it seemed like she was desperate enough. "For those services you'll be fed and given protection."

Even as he spoke his desires he stared at her body. What she was capable of suddenly came into his mind and almost as an afterthought he asked, “How much experience do you have?”

Bronwyn listened intently to all he said. "I may have some use for you but it isn’t as a wife. To put it in plain terms, I could use a whore to use as I need her.” She inhaled quickly. That was what she knew she would have to do, but to hear it spelled out plainly, shocked her somehow.

However, he had siad, that in return she would be fed, and given his protection, and that was what she needed most. Better be whore to one, than whore to many, she thought, and she nodded slightly.

"thank you sire, you wont regret it, and I gratefully accept your offer!" she smiled for the first time, revealing even white teeth, and then she answered his second question nervously, knowing that he might be unimpressed. "As to experience Sire, I have little. Well, I have none! But please, dont be put off! My health is clean! and you can train me and teach me to suit your needs, so that I will do what pleases you! What say you Sire? Will you teach me to be a good ... a good whore to you?" she stammered over her new position, but knew she must be able to say it without reluctance, or he might think her frigid, and not want her.

When she replied positively to her new position even he dared a smile. It was a strange situation but he wasn’t about to turn it away. For a moment his eyes darted toward the stairs where his room lied before he returned his attention to her, listening to what she was saying. Was it true that such a woman on the roads had no experience at all? No matter, he reasoned with himself, one woman was like another.

“You’ll be trained,” he spoke gently when she stopped speaking as he relaxed in his chair. Irving couldn’t help but smile when she said she’d be a good whore to him. Her shyness, or whatever it was, seemed to endear him to her as he continued. “What do you think about getting your training underway now?”

Again he cast a look toward the stairs, this time with an intent for her eyes to follow. Irving already had a key in his pocket and was willing to lead her to the room. But he wanted to watch, to hear her reaction. He loved looking at her.

Bronwyn followed the direction of his gaze, he was looking at the stairs, and wondering if she intended to follow through on her proposal. The thought of sleeping inside appealed to her like nothing else, and she would gladly have laid down with Bealzebub himself, if it meant she got to sleep indoors!!

"Yes, Sire, I am ready!" she swallowed, "I am eager to begin my new position, and for my training to start! You wont be sorry, I promise you!!" she looked at him, showing her earnestness.

She took a deep breath, and steadied her nerves. Her heart was pounding, hammering against her rib cage, and she knew that this was about to change her forever, but she also knew that at 18 she had held on to her virginity a lot longer than most. It was normal for girls of 13 and 14 to be married off, and she herself was close to being considered an old maid. She looked at him "I am ready when you are" she said.

Taking one more look at her Irving began to stand from his chair, “Well then. Why don’t we test your body out and see if its worth the food you’ll be taking in. You’ll be earning every bit of it, you can rest assured.” There had been so much pent up frustration traveling on the roads that he had a lot to give and he was going to make her work hard for her supper... and harder for her rest.

“Follow me,” he spoke simply as he walked around their table, assuming she was following him. Climbing the stairs he made a right, passing a few doors on either side until he came to his. Slipping a key into the lock he popped it, pushing the door open wide. The inside of the place wasn’t anything special. There was a bed, a small dresser for those who stayed a few nights, a wash basin filled with water near the corner and a rug on the floor.

With his back to the door he was going to test her right away, if she had followed him. “Close the door behind you and get on your knees.”

Bronwyn followed him up the stairs into his room at the tavern. Following his instruction, Bronwyn closed and locked the room door, and then fell to her knees, as he had insisted. She had spotted the rug on the rough hewn lumber and sought it out, hoping to save her knees a little, from splinters.

She lowered her head demurely and awaited his next order, trepidation beating through her. She desperately needed to meet with his approval, but she didn't know if her lack of experience would go against her.

Irving moved toward her on the rug, standing directly in front of her. “Open your mouth,” he spoke to her directly as he began to unbutton the front of his pants. When they were open he freed himself as he looked in her eyes for some sort of reaction, if she’d have one at all. Then he ordered. “Take me into your mouth,” he dared to tell her. This was a first test. Mostly it was to see if she’d actually go through with it. Irving had his doubts but he was hopeful for more than one reason.

As he waited for her he ran a hand through her dark hair, letting it fall through his fingers as he pulled his hand away. He wondered why a girl like this couldn’t have found someone at her home. He knew she was a refugee but shouldn’t some local have come by to take her away? Or maybe her betters had decided against trading away such a beauty. Either way, she was here now.

As he stood in front of her and ordered her to take him in her mouth, she knew the act to which he referred. She had seen the men of the castle force this act on one or more of the serving girls, and knew the purpose of it.

Okay, she thought, she could do this. He had now taken his long hard cock out of his pants, and as he gathered her hair in his hands, she opened her mouth, and sucked him in. She bobbed her head, over and over, one hand caressing his heavy balls, as she worked him deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Irving was surprised at how easily she took to the idea. First at grabbing him and then by taking him into her mouth. He took in a breath of air as she brought his cock into her mouth. He wasn’t sure if it was out of surprise or the feeling. She seemed so willing and he wondered what else she’d be capable of doing. He had plenty of ideas. Plenty of ideas...

He ran his hands through her hair when she started bobbing up and down on his dick. Letting loose a sigh he grabbed two handfuls of her dark hair, bringing her face toward his hips as he thrust into her mouth. He was going to keep her on a steep learning curve. There was going to be little guidance and plenty of force.

He kept his eyes downward, on her. All that went through his mind as he continued to use her was about how lucky he was for this girl to have followed him around back. Such a girl would’ve gone to waste should she have found a well-meaning merchant or a caravan heading out of the city. But not here. She was going to be put to work.

Bronwyn did her very best not to gag on his intruding member as it drove hard and fast into her mouth, as she knelt on the mat, with her stranger. She had seen this act before, but it was very different to experience it, than to watch it.

He wrapped his hands in her hair, and he forced her to take every inch of him, and she relaxed her throat, as he forced his way down her gullet. She discovered that if she didn't panic, she could breathe through her nose, and she endeavoured to do so.

She tried to suck him, to massage him with her tongue, and to give him as much pleasure as she could, while he drove deep into her mouth, all the time conscious that she might be sent away if she did not please him. It was imperitive that she meet his needs, and hopefully surpass them, so that he would be eager to keep her with him, protecting her. Other wise she might have to start over, and try to find someone else, and she might have to wait days for that, and she needed shelter and food now.

She looked up at him, and saw him watching her, as she swallowed his length. She tried to convey silently to him, that she would do whatever he required of her, in order to stay.

As he continued pounding away at her he couldn’t help but feel the right decision had been made. She seemed very eager to learn and was able to learn quickly but he wasn’t going to be nearly as gentle with her once he got her into bed. That much he knew for certain.

Irving’s eyes remained on hers as they continued their act; he wanted to see her face, see her eyes when he came in her mouth, down her throat. He could feel himself nearing that moment as he hastened his speed, the movement of his hands on her hair, the thrusts from his hips.

“Keep your eyes on mine,” he commanded between breaths. Then he removed his hands from her hair, using only his thrusts to drive his cock into the back of her throat. Silently he wondered if she ever did anything like this at all. Had she ever even kissed a man? He'd ask her later.

Maybe she asked the wrong person... there were so many things that were running through his mind once she showed her desperation earlier in the night.

Bronwyn wondered if he was going to finish in her mouth. She had never done this before, but she had seen it, within the castle. She concentrated on sucking him, and maintaining eye contact with him, as he demanded.

She did her best to please him. She did not want to give him any excuse whatsoever to say he was displeased with her. She did not want to be back to square one, seeking someone else who would offer her the protection she sought, the protection she needed.

She braced herself, knowing that the moment was near at hand, and she did her best to relax, and prepare herself to swallow.

Irving was pleased that she was listening to him even during this time. There were other plans he had and if she were going to go through with this so soon, he doubted there wasn’t anything he couldn’t do.

He felt himself growing nearer to the moment as he continued finding her mouth. Then he placed a hand on the back of her head, pulling her close to him as he thrust his hips forward, trying to get as deep into her mouth as he could. He held her there for a few seconds before shooting the back of her throat with cum. It had been a small while since his last experience with a woman and he had a lot for her.

When her mouth had been filled his told her, “Swallow every bit and don’t let a drop hit the floor. This is your dinner for the night and I wouldn’t want you to go hungry.”

As he pulled his cock from her mouth he instructed her, “When you’ve swallowed everything, wipe me clean with your mouth and your tongue. Then I’ll tell you what you have to do before bed.” But he wasn’t going to stop there. There was plenty more to add when she finished with her task.

Bronwyn had tried to prepare herself for what she knew was coming, but as he pushed forward, driving himself down her throat, and shooting what felt like gallons of cum into her, she struggled not to choke, to cough or splutter, and somehow managed to swallow every drop.

She was pretty pleased with herself, until he said that that was her dinner for the evening, but perhaps if she pleased him, she would fare better with breakfast. Dutifully, she leaned in and ran her tongue all over his softening cock, cleaning him of all traces of his cum, and her saliva. finally, he was spotless, and she remained kneeling, looking up at him, wondering what else he had in store for her. Perhaps he would like her to undress him, and clean off his clothing.

He had said he would tell her what else he required of her before the night. She waited for a few moments, and then deciding to be brave, she asked, "Sire, is there something else I can do for you tonight??"

Irving sighed as she took him, watching her swallow everything he gave her. Then another soft, low groan came from his throat as she cleaned his cock clean with her tongue. A shame he didn’t start north a few days sooner.

When she was through he stuffed himself back inside his pants as he told her, “I want you to do that every single morning. Every morning that will be your breakfast. Its how I want to be woke up. For lunch and dinner you’ll receive good food for your daily work. But make sure you swallow all you can in the morning because we’ll be headed out at a good pace.”

Then he moved toward the bed, sitting on it as he stared at her. Her obedience was incredible. “Now its time for sleep. I’ll take the bed and you take the floor. You’ll sleep in your clothes, playing with your pussy as I fall asleep. Be sure to get your panties nice and wet because we’re going to be trading your clothes tomorrow for something else and if a man is behind the counter, we might get a good deal on them.”

He didn’t know if she wore panties or not but given where she had come from, he guessed she had. And he knew of the one clothing store in the outpost. With a place filled with rowdy men, taverns, inns and whorehouses, he could just imagine the clothes they had in stock. As he laid his head on his pillow he thought of the things she'd be wearing tomorrow on the road.

Bronwyn's heart sank when she learned that her breakfast would not be some porridge, or some bread even but another mouth ful of his cum!!

She lay on the mat, and endeavoured to comply, her hand on her pussy as her fingeres worked her wet folds. Even though the room was quiet dark, now that the candle was extinguished, the fire still illuminated enough that she knew he could see what she was doing.

She dared not defy him, and frantically played with her pussy, making herself cum six times, before sleep finally took her. Her panties were soaked through, and she was happy when she thought that he intended to purchase new clothes for her. Her's were good quality, but they were beginning to show signs of wear, and she was suprised at his generosity.

Morning dawned, and sunlight shone into the room and she stretched, achy from the hard floor, but pleased to be in the warm and dry room. Then she recalled his order from last night. She hoped he was still asleep. She located his semi hard cock, and began to suckle it until it was hard, then she worked him hard, using every inch of her mouth and tongue, and sure enough, she saw him watching her, as he filled her mouth to capacity with his white seed!!

Irving didn’t care about her playing with herself as he laid his head down on the pillow. In fact, he turned his body in the opposite direction as he listened to her until he drifted off to sleep. It was just an order. It was just another thing for her to do to keep her occupied.

When he woke up he was surprised to see a girl on the end of his cock, startled at first but then remembering the events from the night before. As she worked her mouth, her tongue against his skin he closed his eyes in pleasure. Reopening them he moved a little so he could watch her better as she took him into her mouth. At last he couldn’t hold back anymore, sending his seed into her mouth.

He didn’t pull away though. She still had a duty to clean him up with her mouth after she swallowed what he gave her. However, while he waited for her to finish her morning duties he spoke to her, “When you get through with that then we’ll head across the street to the clothing store. But you don’t get a choice in what you wear. You’re traveling with me and you have to look how I want you to look.”

Bronwyn sucked down his seed, as he exploded into her mouth, and then, she continued to lick and suck him, cleaning him, complying with his instructions.

She was pleased to hear that he was buying her more clothing, and didn't particularly care what he purchased for her! Her own clothing was becoming threadbare, and some new ones were exciting!! She had really landed on her feet, in selecting his traveller over and above anyone else, she thought.

In these times, it was unlikey that many men would purchases clothing for their ....... their, words failed her..... what was she? Their travelling companion, she decided.

She smiled at him, and brought over the water she had warmed by the fire, which she had stoked up. She herself had washed up earlier, and tidied her hair, which now needed to be redone before she got her new duds!!

Irving couldn’t lie to himself. He could become very used to being waken like this every morning. A hot girl bobbing up and down on the end of his cock, whose name he didn’t even know, what could be better?

As he shoved the blankets aside and set his feet on the floor he reached for his jacket, pulling it on. Reaching under the bed he then pulled on his boots before standing up, glancing at her with the water. He'd ignore it for now, knowing it’d be useless. She’d be dirty all over again before long. “Let’s get going,” Irving spoke as he walked toward the door, leaving. After walking down the stairs he set his key on the counter where a woman was tending to the few morning customers and he left the inn.

Without even looking behind him Irving crossed the street toward the clothing store. After the events of last night and this morning, he understood this woman’s desperation. And she seemed willing to do anything so why wouldn’t she follow him? he reasoned. Entering the clothing store there was a mix of styles and tastes. Anything from the whore to the traveler and he spoke aloud, “Pick out a few things. If I approve then we’ll make them yours. If I disapprove, I’ll choose,” he smiled to himself.