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LordLuck

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Lord Rhys was furious.

It had been three weeks since his wife had let him lay with her. Three weeks. Lady Alana was as attractive as he could hope her to be, and he considered himself lucky that his father, the late Lord Rhys, had made the pact for him. She was smart, but also moody.

She was diseased. The monks whispered of the plague. Rhys, fearing to be infected himself, decided that not laying with her waould be for the best. But still, he had his own urges.

The idea had struck him as he rode about his castle's neighbouring village. The poor hamlets usually hid some precious jewels, sometimes girls that his soldiers laid with, thinking he wasn't aware at all. Rhys was tall, his trimmed beard adding to his stern features, his broad shoulders speaking of a more than capable warrior.

And there was Lord Rhys, accompanied by three of his armed soldiers, inspecting his lands, when he reached the Castle's Mill.
 
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Tamina had not lay with anyone other than her husband. She was lucky to have caught the Miller's eye, her family had said so. He was one of those who swore his loyalty to Lord Rhys. And as the miller's wife, Tamina was sworn also, whether she liked it or not.

Working on the day's chores, Tamina saw the Lord ride in, asking for her husband. She was not prepared for the Lord's visit but she would make sure there was wine available to no doubt quench his thrist, as well as his men. With a fast pace, she hurried toward her home to prepare things. The Lord would probably talk to her husband for a minute before coming in.

Sure enough, minutes later, the Lord was the first to arrive in the main room, followed by Tamina's husband and then the Lord's men. Tamina was working on getting the drinks out as well as food out, bread and cheese, the finest in the village. With a brief glance up, Tamina bowed, "My Lord, welcome."
 
She was stunning.

Even more than Rhys could wish her to be. Tamina was really attractive. The Miller was one lucky, fast bastard. He had seen her before, but had never wasted more than a though on the woman. As she bowed in respect, Rhys didn't even nodded in acknowledgement. He didn't have to.

After all, she was his. The Miller was his. Even the Mill was his property.

The room was poor. Of course. Lord Rhys sat himself in the only chair in the house, his men staring right at Tamina, her husband only looking to his feet. Thanking with a smile, he sipped from the weak wine and ate a piece of the cheese.

"You have a beaultiful wife, Tom Miller."

"Thank you, m'lord.", the Miller awnsered, staring at his dirty feet.

Rhys pulled up a bag of coins, and threw it to the peasant. As he grabbed it, the soldiers pulled him outside, closing the wooden door after them.

"What's your name, woman?"
 
At first Tamina didn't hear his lordship, instead she watched as the guards dragged her husband out of the room...well, not dragged since it look like he didn't resist too much since he was busy counting the gold coins in the small purse he was given.

"What's your name, woman?"

With a shaky voice, the miller's wife kept her gaze lowered as she answered him, "T-t..Tamina, milord.." she told him. Her eyes raising slightly to meet his.

With a gasp, Tamina took a step back as she realized what was about to happen. "Please milord...I-I-I am married to my husband, a wonderful man who is faithful to your Lordship!" She started to beg as she fell to one knee before the man towering over her.
 
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"A wonderful, faithfu man indeed."

Rhys showed a twisted smile as he walked before Tamina. She was indeed pretty. Perhaps even more so than his wife. At least now, whe she drapped herself in many unguents and pastes so to try to scare the fever away.

The Miller was indeed a lucky man.

"That's why I've offered him a good deal of gold. He will use it to dress you, feed your children, as I only ask him of another favour he is bound to obey. You is bound to obey."

Rhys took Tamina's scared face by the cheek, almost caressing her. His eyes showing some kind of conforting kindness.

"Raise. Raise and serve me, Tamina."

He said, pulling her up by the arms, and throwing her towards the table. Many of the food he was graciously served stood there still, as he pinned Tamina by the waist towards the table.
 
"Raise. Raise and serve me, Tamina."

As she felt him caress her cheek, Tamina knew full well what was expected of her. It was no secret that this was what someone in the Lord Rhys' power did to villagers. She should consider it an honour that he had chosen her but yet, she wasn't sure how to feel.

With a small cry as she was pushed toward the table, Tamina had not an inkling of how to defend herself, nor did she even try! Lord Rhys was a big man compared to her small frame and that scared her more...she was afraid he would break her in half.

This was her duty, she didn't not to shame her husband or compromise his position in the Lord's court...

Tamina could only let this happened and in the process, do her best to please the lust hungry man before her...
 
Lord Rhys forced Tamina down, arching her back as he held her at the table, bending her towards it. Her back towards him, Rhys pinned Tamina at the table, forcing his groin at her buttocks.

She was indeed a worthy prize. Rhys cursed himself for not having the idea earlier. It had been three weeks since he had last laid with someone. Proof of taht was his already growing bulge, rubbing itself against the peasant woman's backside.

Her liege was fierce. Sending his left hand inside Tamina's neckline, rubbing his large callous hand over her brest, the other hand slowly raising her dress' skirt.

"You are really beaultiful, Tamina.", he said, enjoying the touch of her body against his. "The Miller and I had struck a contract. Not that he had any choice..."

As her skirt was lifted over her back, she could feel Rhys' hand touching her ass' soft skin, groping it harshly.
 
No, he probably didn't, Tamina thought as she felt Rhys' pushing against her backside. She didn't cry out, instead she shook her head, "There are more in the village Milord who have more beauty....and are willing to give themselves to you, please, do not do this!!"

But it was too late, Tamina's skirts were all lifted and as she felt Rhys' hand squeeze her ass roughly causing her to cry out..

She could feel his length, the hardness of it...it scared her. Her husband wasn't even that big!
 
Rhys grabbed a handful of Tamina's hair, pulling her brutally towards himself.

"Do not interrupt your liege when he speaks.", his voice menacingly low, like the growl of a predator discovered. He made her arche her back.


"From now on, whenever I deem it needed, I'll lay with you. Whenever I want it, I'll lay with you. Whenever I call for it, I'll lay with you. Your family will be lifted of any taxings and debts over them, as I will assume them as my own. Are we clear?"


Using both hands to lift her skirt, Rhys delighted himself at the sight of Tamina's womanhood. He still kept pinning her, forcing his groin and his erection towards her butt, the fabric of his trousers wetting themselves.

"Are we clear, peasant?", he demanded.
 
Tamina did her best not to scream when he pulled her back more toward him! Her eyes shut at thought what was about to happen and she could only nod awkwardly when he commanded her.

"From now on, whenever I deem it needed, I'll lay with you. Whenever I want it, I'll lay with you. Whenever I call for it, I'll lay with you. Your family will be lifted of any taxings and debts over them, as I will assume them as my own. Are we clear?"

What choice did she have in the matter? The lifting of the taxes would help her husband out, especially her sick mother...who worried about too much.

"Are we clear, peasant?"

Tamina hesitated a moment more before yelling out, "Yes Milord! We...are...clear..." She said with as much disdain in her voice as she could allow.
 
Rhys could notice the scorn in her voice. It did not mattered if she enjoyed this or not. It would be interesting to see if she did.

"Complain. Struggle. Scream. Do your best, woman, for I won't relent.", the feudal lord pulled his member out of his trousers, rubbing it against Tamina's womanhood slightly, calmly.

"Maybe your neighbors will listen to you. Maybe your children will. I remember a boy wandering outside. Imagine if he sees his mother screaming as she served her lord?"

Distilled venom mingled with Rhys words. It was surprisingly arousing to speak down to the peasant like this.

"Imagine if he sees us doing it savagely? Perhaps he'll think I'm hurting you?", he smirked. "Or maybe I could make him watch. Make him see as I spill my seed over your face."

Rhys suddenly groped both of Tamina's buttocks and spreaded them as wide as he could, his fingers digguing at her flesh. And then, he penetrated her.
 
Realization hit her hard! The tears started to fall and Tamina stopped her struggles when she felt the Lord's hardness rub against her most intimate place, "I'm sorry Lord Rhys, I will do what you ask of me, please..." Her words were cut short when she felt Rhys' enter her...

As he slowly pushed into her, stretching her wide, Tamina held in a scream, tossed her head back and arched her back more. It hurt so much but at the same time, there was a small amount of pleasure. She wanted to fight but knew it would've been fruitless..

She was sure her husband could her what was going on and she mentally cursed him for allowing this... He was suppose to protect her, love her...

Feeling Rhys push in all the way, Tamina was breathless from both the pain and pleasure of him being inside of her...
 
She was wonderful. Even though Tamina wasn't wet as he'd like her to be, he could feel his own member stretching her. Haven't the Miller done his wife? Having such an attractive woman home and never do her? The feeling as she clamped him was both marvelous and slightly painful.

He was too big for her. He had to make it right.

Rhys thought of the Miller. He was surely awaiting for him to leave outside, staring at his soldiers as they'd probably threw dices or even raped another of the neighbouring hamlet's girls.

The lord hilted himself in Tamina. Inch after inch, he had entered her relentlessly until his balls slapped at the woman's downside. And slowly, as slowly as he had entered her, he withdrew. Until half his throbbing member stood outside.

And then, Rhys hammered her again. And again. And again. Every hilting a strong blow that sent both shivers of pain and pleasure up Tamina's spine.
 
With her body still betraying her, Tamina came! Her cries filling the room and struggling dying down as the brute of Rhys over took her.

Her eyes were still closed and blurred by tears, her hands grasped the edge of the table for leverage, her chest and stomach crushing the lay out of food that had been prepared for his lordship.

He started to fuck her hard, painfully hard and fast..so much so, that she could feel herself cumming more, her wetness helping a little to make him slide inside her less painful.
 
"Hahah, yes! Yes! Scream, wench, scream so your husband will hear you! Scream so your child will listen!"

Rhys once again grabbed a handful of Tamina's long black hair, pulling it towards him so to force the peasant back as he pummeled her. Suddenly, sliding into her became easier, her juices caking his member. Tamina clamped him, as the friction only brough her lordship pleasure, the violent hilting reddening her womanhood.

For a moment, after Rhys scowled her, the only sounds to be hear were his groans, her sobs, and the slushing, wet noises as he slammed himself in her, his balls slapping at Tamina's cunt.

"You are enjoying this as much as I am, are you not, woman? Tell me. Whisper to me. Say that you are loving the honour of serving your liege."

Rhys said, bringing Tamina's head up as he pulled her by the hair.
 
At times, his lord would just slam into Tamina and stay there, she could feel his cock deep within her! Her pussy muscles quivered around his cock, milking it in pleasure, increasing her breathing.

"You are enjoying this as much as I am, are you not, woman? Tell me. Whisper to me. Say that you are loving the honour of serving your liege."

Tamina shook her head as best she could with him holding her hair. She could barely move her head. She didn't want to say it but what choice in the matter did she have?

As if to prove his point, she felt Rhys slam into her a few more times, and her answer was obvious as she cried out, tears streaming down her face, "I-I..I am loving it Milord..." her voice low, she swallowed hard, "I love serving you milord.."
 
"I knew you did, Tamina...", he almost laughted, had he not groaned in delight. "It's also refreshing to have such dedicated serfs..."

He was loving it. Loving her, how she moved and how tears flowed down her gorgeous face.

But he wasn't going to last. Even though Tamina was another incentive to keep ravishing her body, after three weeks without laying with someone, Rhys was in the very brink of exploding.

"Y-You'll be rewarded, my dear...", he moaned, as he pulled her head towards his face, smelling her hair, coming to nuggle at her earlobe.

Suddenly, he extended his arm, the one that held Tamina's hair, slamming her down into the table, pinning her at it. He tensed, feeling his own juices raising.

He exploded inside of her. He didn't even cared if this might generate him another bastard, he only kept filing Tamina's bowels. Once. Twice. Three times he sent jolt after jolt of his come in her, moaning all the while.

When finished, Rhys crashed himself over Tamina's back, laying her in place under himself, his throbbing cock still inside of her.
 
Tamina was completely spent. It was hard to breathe with Rhys laying on top of her, crushing her small frame. Her body would jerk each time his cock pumped his seed into her, causing her pussy to milk it in return.

Her crying ceased as she relaxed under him. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of fighting him since it seemed he liked that.

"Please Lord... leave me be now... " her voice cracked as she hiccuped a sob back/
 
Rhys was spent. He hadn't cummed like that for quite some time, the orgasm had never been so intense. Perhaps it was the feeling that his Lady would hear about it, or maybe the fear of being reprehended by his Chaplain.

Whatever it was, he felt wonderfully drained. He could feel his legs twitching with the efford.

"You... are wonderful, Tamina.", he said as he withdrew from within her. Buckling up his pants and belt, Lord Rhys walked towards the door. And cried to outside.

"It's done."

But before leaving, he came towards Tamina one last time, his characteristic twisted smile deturping his fine features.

"Tonight, Tamina, you'll be serving in the kitchen's duty. You will be paid for it as any other cook. Be there, otherwise...", he pointed to the dirk in his belt, "...you'll be missing a finger tomorrow."
 
It was hard to answer but she knew she had to nonetheless, "Aye milord..." came the whispered answer, with a harsh tone.

Tamina didn't dare move as pulled her eyes away from the dirk in his belt. He had flipped her skirt down so it was as if nothing ever happened. She was still breathing hard as tried to compose herself. Rhys had left and closed the door behind him.

The next sound she heard was her husband enter the home. He walked right by Tamina, never offering a comforting word and with that, she broke down and cried, falling to the floor, the pain between her legs worst than she had ever felt in her life.

After a while, she stopped crying. It was no use, it would not fix anything that had happened. Instead she got up, went and cleaned herself up...
 
Lord Rhys humour was suddenly so much better.

He took upon his escort and rode again, visiting the burgh that started to grow nearby his castle. Every time he had went there, there were many things to be handled. Taking new oaths of fealty from the miserable scum that had fled the nearby county to his, punishing one or another robber, order taxes collected... it was a busy afternoon to him.

But he had taken a woman. And that pleasure alone, besides knowing that he'd have her again later on, kept him humorous all day long.

It was already dark when he had reached the Castle's Halls. He had dismounted, disbanded his warriors, and walked straight to the Castle's Kitchens, searching once again for Tamina to ease himself, to relax.

He had missed that day prayer for his wife's health. His Chaplain, Friar Seamus, would be angered. But it did not matter. He had a visit to make.
 
Tamina was put in charge of making sweet biscuits, apparently the Lord's favorite. Rumor was that hers was the best in the village anyway.

She kept herself busy as she heard the many whispers and felt the stares of the workers. They knew. Some how they knew. No doubt from the men that had accompanied Rhys to her home.

Not one word was said to her husband when a horse was brought to the village for Tamina. She had been escorted to the castle and put to work right away.

Needless to say the entire ride to the castle was painful but Tamina drowned out the ride by having no choice in re-living what happened this afternoon.
 
He walked down the stone stairwell, arriving at the kitchens in no more than a few moments time. As he strode in, the cooks and servants watched him in both curiosity and... something else. Fear? Hate? He could not tell. But then again, he did not had to.

"Keep working.", his strong voice, ladden with authority, send the staff back to work immediately, their heads lowered, not one daring to look at Rhys.

The chief cook only pointed towards the back of the large, oil-smelling room, damp with smoke, it's walls blackened by it. He walked surely, down to a table where a woman worked alone.

Tamina.

He took her by the arm, his grip strong but not hurtful, and lead her outside the room, into a corridor lighted by torches. Opening the first door, he threw Tamina in with a savage pull, and locked the door behind him.

They were at one of the deposits of the kitchen, where the goods and food were kept. There were piles of potatos, awaiting to be peeled, and some cautiously piled sacks of flour. Her husbands flour, maybe?

Lord Rhys started to umbuckle his pants again.
 
Tamina didn't want to go through this again. Even though it was inevitable. it was her fate now. Once his Lordship had his eye on you, your fate was sealed.

But who was going to save her? No one. Her husband proved worthless.

Seeing him starting to unbuckle his belt, quickly looked down and away from him, speaking for the first time since arriving at the castle, "Please milord..." was all she got out before he grabbed her by the arm, bringing her to him, "...be gentle..." she said as looked up at him, her eyes finally locking with his.
 
Lord Rhys stared into Tamina's deep eyes as she asked, no, she begged for him to be gentle. He suddenly felt himself blushing as he grabbed Tamina's arm. But he was still interested in her.

Yes. Tamina's only chance was to have Rhys lose interest in her.

"I will, if you comply, Tamina. Otherwise, I'll collect my delights by force."

But it was too late to reason once he already got stiffening. Rhys forced Tamina to kneel before him as he touched the wall himself, unleashing his erection from the many folds of his rich clothing.

There it stood, in all it's fertile majesty, his throbbing member just before Tamina's face.

"Suck it.", he ordered.
 
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