The Island (Closed)

[karnelman]

(OOC: This is a closed thread, comments are welcome via PM's)

In the 17th century there was a tale told of a mysterious island off the coast of Europe. Its exact location is lost as no one ever dared chart it. Sailors had long known to avoid that part of the sea. Those that dared come close enough when the fog was not too deep could see a great fortress upon the cliffs and the outline of the castle within the walls. The fortress was so placed because it overlooked three sides of the island and made attack impossible. The fourth side needed no defense. The rocky shoal and heavy surf made approach from the east suicide.

There existed many legends about the islands inhabitants. A single theme tied all of these tales together. Outsiders were not welcome and the natives were ruthless killers. Some claimed they were cannibals that began eating their victims while they stilled breathed, others just talked of the pleasure these horrible people got from slowly torturing invaders. Whatever the story the message was clear; the island was to be avoided.

The truth of the matter was that though the fortress was indeed several hundred years old its master had only lived upon the island for twenty years. He was the son of a Sicilian prince and a French whore. Therefore, he was bastard with no birthright. His father likely did not know of his existence, which may have been a saving grace. Such a baby likely would have met his end upon a sword soon after birth. Jacques’s knowledge of such things helped shape his life. Of course life as the son of a whore who spent more time on her back tending to grunting pigs then caring for her child certainly left its mark also. From the time he learned to walk he began to learn to fend for himself. When he was 12 he returned home from scrounging the city to find his mother dead, murdered by a customer. The next customer through the door finding the mother useless for pleasure raped the boy and left him unconscious and bloody.

Somehow he survived the next few years becoming quite an accomplished, thief, liar and conman in the process. By the time he was 18 his good looks and toned body got him started in a career as a gigolo. His father’s Sicilian genes had mixed well with his fair haired and skinned tall mother’s French genes. They produce a tall man for the time at six feet. He had the olive skin of his father and the thick blond hair and deep blue eyes of his mother. His body was toned and his fighting skills excellent from years in streets. Rich women paid handsomely to feel his talented tongue and long thick cock in their pussies. Unfortunately, his easy life came to an end before his 20th birthday. He managed to escape when the Duchess’s husband return home unexpectedly, but with a death sentence hanging over his head in France he was forced to flee the continent.

He found himself on the island. Using his considerable charm he ingratiated himself to the childless owner. The man was already elderly and the last of a long line of Corsicans that had ruled the tiny island. Within six months Jacques had been named heir and a month later the old man died mysteriously in his sleep.

Twenty years passed and Jacques now 40 but still youthful and virile lives on the island alone save for a few servants to see to his needs. There is also a small army of guards on the island. The army is made up of natives that Jacques somehow obtained from an eastern land. Females are brought from the continent to service Jacques’ carnal needs but he has never allowed himself to become attached to any woman. The fate of most of his female visitors is rather gruesome. Though a few have been allowed to remain as maids and couple were even allowed to return home.

Word comes to the master that a shipwreck has been discovered on the eastern rocks. There is a lone female survivor. It has been sometime since he has had a woman so Jacques welcomes the news.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine

Legends and Royalty, Beauty and Wealth, Adventures and Rewards, Love and Family, Promises and Wishes.

All of these things shaped the land where she was birthed. A land of blessings, of abundance, where the beautiful princess, the handsome knight, the regal King, lived, played, and ruled. Wealth and Power were what mattered in this land. Beauty and Charm.

She knew none of these things.

She was not born to Royalty, like the other children. She was not born to the Beautiful, the Wealthy, the Powerful.

Screams tore thru the room, the scream of one in great pain, the pain of childbirth. The woman was covered in sweat, panting, sobbing, and screaming when the jolts of the intense contractions hit her. She was not given any herbs for pain, she did not rest upon the feathered mattress that another may have, she did not have the benefit of a healer to ease her thru this. She was nothing more than a kitchen wench, who, unfortunately, attracted the attention of a visiting Knight. She was even lower than the whores that walked the streets outside the opulent Manor where she now lay, on the floor of the storeroom, begging for this to be over.

This was where she, was born.

The babe, barely crying, was deemed ugly, a painful sight to look upon. The wench that birthed her at least had attractive qualities beneath the grime of what she was, with long flaxen blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. But the babe, a girl, did not have even the eyes, nor the hair, of her mother. She was graced with a head of almost wirey hair, dark sable brown, that stuck out at all angles, even on the newborn. Her eyes did not have the shine of blue that her mother's did, instead they were shadowed, nearly black, for all they could see. Her mother, had fair, pale, skin, and if she had a better lot in life, she would have been a stunning beauty, but that was not to be, not for mother, and not for daughter. The Knight that had come to her in the darkness, had been as horrible to gaze upon as any orge or monster of fairy tales. It was his features, his souless eyes, his dark hued skin, his thick, wildly curling hair, that graced the babe, much to the horror and shame of the witnesses and the mother.

She named her daughter Paine. A reminder of the pain of birthing her, a male oriented name, for she did not look like a petite female baby, but more like the male children, and her name, gruff and harsh, reflected that.

As Paine grew, in the less than nurturing atmosphere of the kitchens of the Manor, living in the storeroom, and more often than not, in the barn. Her mother cared not for the girl, and barely paid her any heed. Instead, a Nanny from the Manor, who took a shine to the child, and took her under her wing, giving her the love, and nurturing that the girl so desperately craved. Paine, at least felt love from someone, for the most formative years of her life, and that love allowed the girl to grow. But....

She did not grow into a stunning beauty like the other little girls did. Little girls of royal blood, priviledged and pampered. They all carried the genes of their bloodlines, and as they blossomed into teenagers, their beauty only grew. Not for little Paine tho. Her name was even ugly.

She lived among the Miriam's, the Cassandra's, Daphne's, and Lavinia's, Clarinda's, and Araminta's. All names that not only sounded alluring as they rolled off one's lips, but reflected the gorgeous young women as well. Paine was a male name, and denoted not so pleasant images. And Paine did not have the flawless pale skin, the long silken hair, the sparkling eyes of her peers.

Her skin was dark hued, her eyes shadowed, and her hair, altho hanging long down her back, was a wild mass of waves and curls, tumbling every which way and certainly not shining with that silken glow the others had. She was a little taller than the petite girls, standing at 5'7", where they were all 5'4" and 5'5"..and her frame betrayed her mixed heritage, where they were slender and sleek, she was much more, curved, and muscular. She hated what she was. And as she grew into a young women, she looked less and less like the others. She was called ugly, orge, and told none would ever think to touch her, let alone marry her. But then again, she was nothing more than the daughter of a kitchen wench, destined to be the same.

Paine

That was, on her 18th birthday, what drove her to leave her beloved Nanny, and the only home, such that is was, that she knew. She could no longer handle the tauntings, from both males and females now, nor the idea of spending her life in the kitchens, a place she HATED..

That was how she found herself, stowed away, upon the large ship. She cared not where it was going, as long as it was away from HERE. None knew she was there, none cared. She just hoped she could find enough food and water to survive the trip to where ever this ship was going.....

She never made it...

The storm hit hard, and even buried in the hold where she was hidden, Paine knew it was bad. The ship was tossed, battered, bruised, and several hours into the storm, driven against a bank of underwater rocks, ripping open the hull, close to where Paine was hiding. It was that, that saved her, for she was quickly washed out of the hold, and into the sea, her screams of terror swallowed up by the churning sea. The ship went down, taking her crew and passengers with it, Paine, however, having been carried away from the sinking wreck survived, struggling to break the surface of the raging water.

Breath............................... Must Breath................ her agnoized lungs told her as she fought to the surface. She got one good gasp before she was pulled under once more, pummeled against the rocks, she loosing consciousness.

She did not know that she was the only survivor... she did not know that she had washed up on the shore of the Island, barely alive, barely breathing, bleeding and battered. She did not know, what was instore for her.

 

[karnelman]

The barely alive girl was brought to the castle and laid upon a bed in small room near the master’s chamber. Jacque curious as to what the fate had tossed upon his island as a gift headed for the room as soon as he was informed that she was in the castle. All he knew was that she was young and female. He needed little else. He thought perhaps he would be lucky enough to have a virgin plaything for a change. He loved the way they cried when he broke through their wall and he loved wearing the satin of their blood on his cock for a time as a prize.

He burst into the room with a knock. Though the girl now lay naked on the bed the two maids tending her thought nothing of their master entering the room so boldly. Their years of service had taught them that he was a man that went where her wanted and took what he wanted. In his home modesty was a luxury no female was afforded. Her clothes had been no more than tattered rags when she was found and the maids removed them to the trash so as to tend to the many cuts and brushes she had suffered.

Jacque was immediately disappointed. He had hoped to find the light haired, fair skinned daughter of some wealthy aristocrat. Instead laying on the bed was a wretch of a girl. Of course he knew the sea and rock had caused much damage but beyond that she was not beauty he had imagined. Her hair was dark and wiry and at that moment matted about her head. Her skin was as dark as those that worked his fields. But hers was not so colored from days in the sun. Still though on the stout side she had a rather voluptuous body. In fact as he moved closer he realized her tits were quite exquisite.

He waved one maid out of the way so that he could make a closer inspection. He stood by the bed unapologetically looking over the unconscious girl’s exposed body. He reached down and fondled her breasts. He gently touched a scratch, which marred their beauty. He then moved pieces of matted hair from her face. Her nose was broader than the fine ladies of society and her lips fuller. He imagined that behind her eyelids he would dark foreboding eyes. She was no beauty, but yet there was something about her he found enticing. A memory he could not quite capture tugged at him.

“Clean the wench up and tend to her wounds. When she is awake and presentable call me. Perhaps she will look like a girl again after she is bathed!” He barked at the maids and turned for the door.

He paused as he turned. His eye had caught sight of a small birthmark on her thigh that sparked yet another memory. A memory he could not catch hold of, yet he was sure he had seen the mark before. As his eye again wandered her body he noted that the hair surrounding her pussy was thicker than most females he had known. It was also wiry and tangled like hair on her head.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Must breathe, MUST BREATHE..... must.... MUST..... BREATHE...

Drowning, water, struggling, thrashing.....................

The Maids were trying to bathe the girl, now that her wounds had been tended to. A sponge bath was in order, and the washing of her hair, of one could call that wirey mess hair. But she was fighting them, and, she was not even conscious... yet. It was a hard smack across the face that awakened Paine, her dark eyes snapping open, only to see 2 faces, female faces, that she did not know, did not recognize, who were touching her in the most embarassing and intimate of manners.

Grabbing the wrist of one of the petite girls, Paine twisted it, and the entire arm, as she rose from where she lay in one smooth, quick motion. Pain shot thru her, but she ignored it for the moment, forcing the one girl whom she held captive by the wrist to twist around, back facing her, she lifting a leg and kicking the girl's feet out from under her, driving her to the floor. Paine turned on the other girl then, but she was already running, the door slamming behind her. Where ever she was going, she was heading there in a damned hurry, Paine thought.

Paine was no weakling, she had grown up with the taunting of the other children, and learned to fight back because of those tauntings. She wasn't a bully, far from it. She wanted to be left alone. But often, as she grew, that did not happen. Fights were common among the boys of most families. Paine just had to learn to fight as well as they did, to survive. Now that little bit of training paid off.

The maid was groaning in pain, having been taken by surprise and completely unsure of what had happened. All she knew was that her wrist and arm hurt, and that her Master would NOT be happy with her.

Paine had no idea where she was, or who these people where. All she knew at the moment was that she was alone, hurting, and naked. She quickly tore thru the room, looking for something, anything, to at least take care of the naked part. Hanging on the inside door of a small wardrobe, was a simple dress, long and dark, a deep, very deep red, as a matter of fact. It had been chosen by the maid who had run away when Paine woke up and attacked. Chosen because she thought that the very deep red of the simple dress would accent the girl's darker hued skin and dark hair. Personally she did not think anything would help this creature of a girl look better, but that was not for her to decide. A golden silken belt hung with it, to accent the deep color of the dress.

At least this is something, she thought to herself, slipping the dress on, and trying the belt about her waist. Indeed the maid had chosen well, the dress looked stunning on her. She quickly tangled her fingers into her long, wild hair, shaking her head to send that mane falling down her shoulders and back, absently brushing a few stray strands back from before her eyes.

Where was she? What had happened? And who were these people?

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The maid ran, as fast as her small feet could take her, down the long dark hall, bursting into the main dining hall of the Keep. But her Master was no where to be found. She felt a cold shiver come over her. She would have to go to His private chambers, and that thought made the girl go cold. He would not like the news she was bringing him, not at all.

She paused to take a deep breath and calm her nerves. That girl was so strong. And had taken both her and her sister by surprise. She prayed, as she approached His door, that He would understand.

"Master" .... her knock was light on the heavy door, but nevertheless, she heard His voice on the other side granting her permission to enter.

The Maid fell to her knees just inside the door, her skin still palid, her breathing still rapid...

"Master, the girl awakens....................... "

She told him only what she saw, the girl attack her sister, bringing her down, fighting, struggling like a wild cat in a snare. She dared not look up, afraid of seeing the anger in His eyes.

"I'm sorry Master"
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Paine carefully opened the door that lead into the hall, peering out, dark eyes looking for any sign of movement. Nothing. She stepped out, making her way slowly down that long, very long hall way.

 

[karnelman]

Jacque was not pleased with the news the sniveling maid brought him.

“You two stupid old whores can’t even take care of one half-dead wench!” He screamed.

Not waiting for her response he stood and headed for the door. He shoved the maid roughly to the floor as he passed. Once in the hall he looked about but found no one present. He headed to the room where he had inspected the girl earlier. To his disappointment all he found there was the other maid. She was still sitting on the floor moaning over her injuries. Though it was obvious the maid’s arm was broken, he still barked orders at the hapless female.

“Well get up and go alert the guard that the wench is loose in the house, you stupid whore! I will not have strangers wandering about my home!”

The maid quickly got to her feet and scurried off to find a guardsman. Jacque began to look through the nearby rooms. He hoped to find her himself as he imagined such a girl would put up a fight. He would enjoy teaching the bitch who was in charge.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Paine was not actively trying to hide, nor sneak. She had reacted as she had because of the mere fact that she was disoriented, in pain, and naked. Not to mention the small fact that war was happening all around them, even if her own homeland had not been involved.

What if she were in the Keep of a Hostile party?

Just where the hell was she???

Her bared feet were silent on the stone floor of the hall, and she stayed close to the wall, letting the shadows hide her a little. She just needed to find the Proprieter, the Owner, someone, and find out where she was. But she wanted to try and get a sense of whether this was friendly territory or not.

Carefully, she listened at the doors of each room she passed. Some were unlocked, and Paine peeked in to see if anyone were inside, but most were empty. "Look like bedrooms" she said to herself. Some others were locked. Those she left alone.

Coming to a staircase that lead... down... to a heavy wooden door, Paine, wincing slightly with the pain she felt, descended and came to that door. A check of the handle verified it was indeed unlocked, she finding that surprising for some reason. Opening the door with a low groan that echoed down the hall, she slipped into the darkness, pausing a moment to let her eyes adjust. Very little light was coming in from the doorway, but it was enough to at least attempt to see. She looked around, seeing ................. things.............. hanging from the walls. Investigating further, she realized, it was a dungeon, used to interrogate enemies.. she could make out various things hanging from the walls, whips, chains, flogs, razors, axes.......

Paine could feel her heart hammering in her chest... the sound now thundering in her ears... ~

 

[karnelman]

Jacque completed his search of the rooms in that wing of the castle. As he checked each room and found it empty he became increasingly angry. He did not care to have strangers roaming about his home. He also found the girl’s action to be a rude rebuke of his hospitality. He had provided care for her when he could have easily left her to her fate on the rocks. As he turned back to move to the west wing the captain of the guard joined him.

“Sir, I am informed that the foundling is gone astray. I have assigned men to search the castle and the fort in the unlikely event she slipped out.” He reported respectfully.

“Fine bring her to my study when she is found. Oh and take care, the little bitch broke Glenda’s arm. She is apparently of a savage race. I suppose that explains her unfeminine appearance,” Jacque commanded the guard.

He headed down the back stair to his private study. As he turned to enter the sanctuary he thought he heard a faint whimpering. Looking around he saw nothing. He had not thought to peer down the remaining stairs so he did not see that the door to the old dungeon was open. He dismissed the sounds as a trick of the wind whistling about the old stones of the tower. He fell into his favorite chair and set to contemplation about the odd girl. He tried to recall the memories that her looks and the birthmark had hinted at, but to no avail. They were old memories, long forgotten or perhaps suppressed. He wondered why she had acted with hostility to his hospitality. Had she hoped to escape? Who knew what thoughts were in the mind of such a creature. She was obviously an outcast, probably as wicked of heart as she was of looks. No doubt she did not know her fate had been to be tossed upon the shores of a secluded island he assumed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

~ Paine managed to calm herself down. Of course there would be a dungeon here. There was a dungeon in the Keep she had grown up in. All men had enemies somewhere. Of that she was sure.

This was not a place to be poking around, she thought, as she quickly exited the room, closing the door behind her as quietly as she could. She knew that the maid that had run from her room, and surely the one she had injured, must had told someone by now. Yet she heard no alarm raised. But she did not doubt that she was being searched for. Maybe she should just wait to be found.

No, she would simply walk to the next door and the next, until she came upon someone.

She followed the stairs upwards, then over and down again, leading to yet another room that seemed to be cloistered away from the others.

Paine was tired, sore, and just wanted to go home at this point, which for her was a feat in and of itself considering how much she hated home. She leaned into the door to listen, but leaned a bit too hard, and the door swung easily, and silently open. She stumbling forward and into His private study, where He now currently sat.

Her eyes widened, staring at the figure in the chair. She felt her breath catch, and her skin pale, such that it was. The door had swung closed, as it was meant to do, and she fell back against it...

"I.... I'm sorry" she managed to stammer, having no idea what to say or who this was. ~

 

[karnelman]

“Ah the ungrateful little wench that responds to my hospitality by attacking the servants I sent to care for her. Do come in and explain yourself before I have you thrown off my island!” Jacques said rather coldly, “And shut the door behind you please. This part of my home is rather too drafty.”

He stared at the trembling girl who somehow must have sensed that he was not a man to be trifled with and quickly closed the door as instructed. In the red dress that had been selected for her she looked far more attractive then she had earlier. Her hair was still a mess of tangles that needed attention, but he could see the potential in the female that appeared so homely on first glance. She moved tentatively toward him and stood silently shivering in the middle of the room. She was trying his patience, which was not wise under the circumstances. He was already angry after his futile search for the girl. He should have been resting while her naked body was prepared for him. Instead she was roaming about his house still unwashed and hair a mess and he was forced to hunt for her.

“Well, what have ye to say, woman? This is my house and I am not accustomed to having strangers just take it upon themselves to roam about the place! Now explain yourself. Who be you and what business have ye on my island?” He demanded.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Ah the ungrateful little wench that responds to my hospitality by attacking the servants I sent to care for her. Do come in and explain yourself before I have you thrown off my island!”

“Well, what have ye to say, woman? This is my house and I am not accustomed to having strangers just take it upon themselves to roam about the place! Now explain yourself. Who be you and what business have ye on my island?”

Ungrateful little wench???!!!! Thrown off the island??? Explain herself??!!!

Paine stood there, trembling, staring, and getting angrier and angrier. She met His gaze, her own eyes dark, with a building heat within. She had not asked to be stranded here, nor had she asked to be lain naked, and .... and.... fondled... or whatever those 2 wenches were doing to her...

"Ungrateful???" she blurted out... "I was laying NAKED... being pawed at by 2 girls I had never seen before, in pain, and in shock, and You wonder why I reacted the way I did? Just what would YOU have done had the situation been reversed????" she paused, taking a deep breath... "as for how I ended up here, Your guess is as good as mine. All I know was that the ship I was on was caught in a massive storm, pummelled on the rocks. I remember the sea sweeping in, and I remember being unable to breathe. Then I woke up here. So don't You stand than and act like I invaded Your precious island because I have no clue where I am."

"As for my name, I am called... Paine... "

She had stopped yelling, trying to take the edge off her voice. She was obviously in this Man's home. She should not have reacted as she did. But His accusations angered her, and that anger came bubbling to the surface.

"I... I'm sorry if I injured the girl, I was only trying to defend myself. Being naked and scared, I reacted badly, and for that I apologize..... Sir"

She did not look away, but instead managed to hold His gaze. Her own was strong, those dark eyes showing that inner strength that she had developed over her years of growing up.

Who was He? She took a moment to really look at Him. He was tall, taller than most of the men she had seen in her life. Handsome, toned, He reminded her of a hunting panther, with those sleek muscles and a killer's look in those deep blue eyes. His most shocking feature was the pale blonde hair that only looked even lighter compared to the dark complection of His skin. How could a man such as He be alone? Surely there was a beautiful woman here with Him?

Then she remembered, as she stood there, the stories, of the Island, and the Man that ruled it. Of the missing women, and the gruesome discoveries of bodies. It was said that He devoured women, that He fed on them. Was this that same Man? The Beast from all the stories that she herself had paid little heed to?

 

[karnelman]

Jacques was even more angered at the stupid wench’s hostile attitude. No one ever spoke to him so. Now here in his own sanctuary the intruding bitch as he now thought of her was actually yelling at him and accusing his servants of pawing her.

“It is not as if you were being fucked. They were caring for your wounds and cleansing you! One that looks such as you would not know the difference though I suppose. I doubt you have ever known the touch of a lover. I assure you however that your precious cunt was in no danger. Now if you care to apologize perhaps I will let you stay. Of course you will need a proper bath. Perhaps you will not be so wretched to look at once you are clean,” He barked in a nasty fearful tone.

The girl stood without speaking. Though she had certainly been spoken to in degrading fashion much of her life this coarse nasty speech coming from such a handsome and refined looking man stunned her. Jacques was quickly loosing what little patience he had left. He stood and raised his hand as if to slap the girl.

“Well, what shall it be? If you chose to persist in your attitude I will gladly you show you how ungrateful, arrogant, homely bitches are dealt with on my island!”

Had she not looked on the verge of collapse already he would have struck her. But he was not yet ready to give up on and he could rape and kill her later if she didn’t decide to cooperate. Also, at that moment he caught a look in her eye and once again that old memory was triggered. This time it came with a name, Marissa. He still could not capture the whole memory but he knew it was a happy memory. He knew he could not have known this girl. What was his mind trying to tell him? He lowered his hand and starred hard at the trembling unsteady girl.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine never flinched as He yelled at her. He was obviously a vile man, no matter the fact that He was handsome. Often times the most handsome are the most cruel and vile. The ugly so much kinder, compassionate.

"I will gladly you show you how ungrateful, arrogant, homely bitches are dealt with on my island!”

That... made her flinch. That and the fact that He had raised her hand. She had been struck before, she was treated more like a guy than a girl, and had acted as such, but it did not mean she liked it.

Paine stepped back, turning aside her head and raising her arms to protect herself. She was unable to cease the trembling shiver that raced thru her at that moment. He was right, He could have left her on the rocks to die, He did not have to bring her here, into His home. But regardless, she was still wary, and still on guard.
He did not strike her, which was what she fully expected, and when she dared to turn her head to look back at Him, she found Him staring at her, His hand lowered. His eyes held a strange, haunted look.

"Please... don't strike me" she whispered, letting her own guard down slightly.. "I am sorry I caused such trouble. I..." she stopped. What would explaining herself do... She felt partially justified in her actions, she was scared, naked, and being touched, she had no idea what was going on. If she had not been bare assed naked, maybe she would not have reacted, even a blanket would have helped.

Paine stepped back, His look a little unnerving. She smoothed her hands over the dress she was wearing. A bath sounded wonderful at this moment, even here in His home. She really had no home to go back to, she would rather just go on, and find her way someplace else. But she needed to heal a little, at least, and if He would let her stay................................

Again the stories invaded her mind, The Beast of a Man, and the disappearance of women, and the.......... bodies. She shook her head, casting those thoughts aside. If He were such a man, surely she would be dead by now...

"Please, forgive me, please understand my actions" she said softly. She felt her legs quivering slightly. She had lost some blood, she had no eaten, nor drank, she was scared and exhausted, how was she on her feet?? She stepped back further, seeking the hard, thick, closed door to lean back upon.

 

[karnelman]

“Aye, you are forgiven. I see that perhaps you may have had reasons for your actions. You are clearly not a lady used to being bathed by maids. I hope you will forgive me, also. There are times when I am too quick to anger. But you must understand if you want to remain here that this is my home and I am used to things being a certain way, my way. I enjoy my solitude. Except for my servants who know well the rules and do not disturb me I am alone here. That is by choice,” He said in a soft seemingly sincere manor.

Fearing she was about to fall to the floor he quickly moved to her. He explained as her took her arm that he did not wish her to worsen her injuries by falling on his cold hard floor. He helped her to a chair.

“Now, perhaps you will let my uninjured maid help you bathe. Once you are cleaned up, you may join me for the evening meal. You look as though you could well use substance. Then a place will be found for you to rest and recover,” He went on once she was seated.

Seeing what he perceived to be a look of concern on her face he added, “Do not fear you will naught be molested. However, I will caution you, I must require that while you recover from your ordeal you do not wander about unescorted. Your needs will be seen to, you have but to ask the servants.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

You are clearly not a lady used to being bathed by maids.

She winced a bit at those words, but said nothing. His gruff, vile manor seemed to change, but Paine was astute and observant enough to realize that what she was seeing now was more of an act, and that vile beast was more what He really was. She began to wonder if indeed she were in any danger, but she was too tired and weak to care anymore. The idea of a bath and a meal sounded good to her. She would not refuse.

"I understand" she nodded to His specifications, of course none of what He said was out of the ordinary, given that this was His home. "Might I know Your name? Since you already know mine?" Paine asked as she waited for the maid servant to come, He having rung a chime that she supposed was used to summon His.... servants...

She again looked up and into those eyes, and was again met with a darkness within, a haunting, a chill, that was nothing short of forboding ...

 

[karnelman]

“My name is Jacques, my lady. Being born a bastard like my mother I have no true family name. You will hear the servants call me by the name of my benefactor, Galanis. It is I believe the ancient family name of the clan that first inhabited this island and built my home,” He told her honestly as he studied her for more clues that would unlock his trapped memory.

The maid came and helped the girl to her feet. As they left the master’s study, Jacques was left with only a name tickling his memory, Marissa. He fell back into his chair and closed his eyes. He fought to recall what his mind did not want to reveal. Then suddenly as if some unseen force had lit the room brightly memories of a day long ago before he lost his mother came to him. Paine looked much like his mother’s dear friend and fellow whore. She too was not a classic beauty. Jacques however, knew her inner beauty and came to appreciate the outer beauty that was uniquely hers.

Marissa was his mother’s only true friend. She had for a time been like an aunt to young Jacques. She often cared for him while his mother worked. He recalled the kind older whore holding him many times while his mother entertained clients just beyond the curtain that separated her bed from the rest of the tiny room that was their home. She even at times covered his ears trying to shield him from the sounds of their professions. But he still heard the nasty groans of the customers, the slaps upon his mother’s ass, the fake sounds of pleasure she made to please the dirty bastards as they fucked and even the occasional cries of pain when a customer’s fancy was a bit rough. He remembered the love he felt for this women. She was the only person other than his mother that he ever felt anything for.

Marisa had been the one that found the boy after his mother’s murder. She nursed him back to health and cared for him as best she could. She helped him to get over the shame of having been used like a girl by the bastard that raped him upon discovering there was not a whore available. She made him see that it was not a reflection on him, only on the vile man and his blind lust. In time she even helped him move past the horrible image of seeing his mother naked and lifeless.

She was also the one that took his virginity when he was little more than a child. Jacques had matured early as most children of the street do. Marisa helped him become the man he had to be. She taught him to pleasure women in bed. She gave him the tools he needed to survive. She helped make the son of a whore into the male equivalent. She knew with his looks that was his best way out of the horrible life he was born into. He knew even at the time that it was love and not lust that bade her to take him to her bed. When he fled he was forced to leave her behind.

For some years he did not know what had become of the kind whore who had likely saved his life. He made many inquires through his servants but never found her. Finally he just erased her from his memory. As eh descended further into the dark side of life all that had ever been good or happy disappeared from his conscious memory. He recalled the dark times only. He remembered listening to his mother being fucked endlessly by untold numbers of men. But he had no memory of the kind woman that helped him survive those days. He remembered his mother’s naked lifeless body but not the woman who save his tortured soul. He remembered only the same and humiliation of is rape but not the woman that taught him it was not his fault. He remembered the rich fat cows he had to fuck to make his living but not the only woman he had ever truly made love with. He sobbed for the first time since his mother was murdered. He grieved for what eh had lost as the memories of Marisa flooded his mind.

Had he know what had become of his beloved Marisa he likely only would have been driven even deeper into the darkness. Although he had left her with considerable money she died the way most whores die impoverished and alone. It was of a disease brought to her by a customer. Age and a hard life had taken its toll on the whore. She was not the pretty type that commanded gentlemen as customers even in youth. Once what beauty she did have was gone, only the lowest of men would pay to fuck her. She needed whatever pittance they would offer and could not be choosey.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine let the girl lead her from His presence. She was weaker than she herself had realized, and her little stroll around the Keep had only weakened her even further. Fear and confusion had a way of doing that, sapping one's strength.

Paine knew nothing of His contemplations, of His thoughts and memories. Had she heard the name Marisa, either uttered to her in passing or asked of her outright, she more than likely would not have known that name either. At least, not right away. The nanny, the only one who really seemed to care for the ugly duckling girl that Paine was, had mentioned the name once or twice. If Paine searched her memory, she maybe, just maybe, would have remembered.

Paine knew nothing of her Father. Only that he was a passing knight, a guard, who had taken a shine to her mother when she served him in the kitchens. He had gone to her that night, and she could naught refuse him. Paine was the result of that consumation on the floor of the kitchen. Paine knew this, this was not hidden from her. It was obvious that her heritage and looks did not come from her mother's side of the family, no matter how poor or lowly they may be. She bore her father's genes. And his lineage. The Knight that had come to the lowly kitchen wench in the darkness, had been as horrible to gaze upon as any orge or monster of fairy tales. It was his features, his souless eyes, his dark hued skin, his thick, wildly curling hair, that graced Paine.

He Himself had been the son of a whore...

Paine's heritage was nothing more than whore and wench.. it was obvious she would be one or the other... even tho the Nanny... tried to convince her otherwise.. The Nanny, who in reality, and not know to Paine at the time, was her own grandmother... the whore known as Marisa...

The story of Marisa was not a pleasant one.. once Jacques, the one man she indeed did love, was gone.. she found nothing but despair and pain wihtin her life..

We will not speak of the money left to her, nor what she did with it, other than search for Jacques... Jacques and her own daughter... It was her daughter that she found...


Paine knew none of this.

The name Marisa had been mentioned, but more than likely Paine would never remember.

The servant girl lead her back to the rooms where she had first attacked them, where she had woken up. The girl, being a bit smarter than some of the others, explained exactly what she was going to, which Paine appreciated.
She helped Paine out of the dress, and into the already warming bath. The water felt good over her bruised, and dirty skin, and she found herself relaxing. The servant girl climbed in with her, which Paine found to be a little... odd, but she explained that she just wished to help wash her. Paine nodded, and settled back into the girl's embrace, feeling the soft caress of her hand, as well as the soft sponge she was using, over her skin. Taking a deep breath, she could not help but murmer slightly as the girl gently glides the soapy sponge over her nipples, bringing forth a soft gasp. The same was drawn forth when that same sponge dipped between her legs to cleanse her most private of areas. Paine had never been touched even remotely like that, and the sensation was confusing, yet.... pleasurable. The servant, whom had bathed both males and females in the past, was well used to most any reactions. She had not been told that she was allowed to pleasure this new guest, so she would not take it any further. She knew better.

Once out of the bath, she checked Paine's wounds, most were superficial, the girl was more exhausted and nearly drowned than badly injured. She then helped her dress, this time in a simple black dress that fell to the floor. She offered Paine some shoes, but Paine refused, wishing to go barefoot then squeeze her feet into those heeled things the servent offered. A lace belt was tied about her waist in a pretty satin silver material that sparkled in the candlelight.
Paine's hair had been a whole other issue. It took sometime, and some coaxing, but the girl managed to get the tangles out, and shampoo her hair...and now, as she stepped back and looked at the guest, the servent girl had to acknowledge that now that her hair was washed and allowed to flow loose down her back, the wild curls and waves were quite... attractive. Paine, self consciously, ran her fingers thru her still damp mane. The servent girl had offered to put it up, but Paine refused, she was much more comfortable with it down.

She was lead then to the main dining hall, where a table was set near the fire hearth. There were only 2 settings at the table, and Paine was lead to one.

"The Master will be joining you shortly" and with that, the girl turned and was gone, leaving Paine alone. In reality, and she knew this, she was not alone, she was being watched. But in her nervousness, she could not just sit there. She got up and walked to the nearby window, peering out, and seeing only the open sea. It was apparent that His Keep was at least on one side, bordered by the ocean. The sounds were breathtaking... waves crashing, the wind over the water, and as the clouds parted, the moon, a haunting blue light, tickling the surface.

 

[karnelman]

Jacques fell asleep with visions of his past in his head and tears in his eyes. He dreamt of times long past. He saw himself in youth, happily making love to Marisa as he taught the skills that would put him in high demand. Though he heard the others deride her and call her hideous, he knew she was beautiful. Suddenly, he was older. He was with a different woman. A once pretty woman whom age and a rich diet had robbed of her looks and body. Not even her wealth could change that. She had her husband’s title and money but not what she most desired. He had long since left her bed for young sexy mistresses. She too had found a way to fulfill her needs using her husband’s money. Jacques was skillful with tongue and cock He tossed about in the chair as her heard the old cow’s moans of passion in his dream.

Suddenly he was running half-naked in an alley. His life was in peril. He had to flee, there was not even time to say goodbye. A note to the bank to release his money to her was all he could manage. Then he was aboard a ship, hiding amongst barrels in the foul hold. There were voices and the barrel next to the one he was behind moved. Swords were drawn. He was given he choice of swimming or being run through. He dove into the murky sea assuming he had seen the last of his days. Land, dark and foreboding, but land. A kind frail old man and a new life for him. Dark thoughts, murder; his benefactor struggling as his last gasps of breath leave him.

“Sir, pardon, she is ready for you,” The maid said carefully, wishing she was not the one that had to disturb her.

Startled from a deep sleep and still unsettled by the girl and his memories Jacques awoke in a foul temper. He immediately noticed the maid’s wet hair and knew that she been in the bath with the girl. It was how she had bathed him on many occasions.

“Does she taste good, slut!” He spat out, testing to she if she had dared pleasure the girl without permission.

“My lord, I but only washed her for you. I would not, without your leave do more,” She protested I a shaky, fear filled voice.

“Come here!” He demanded.

He was horny from all the sexual dreams. As he was not ready to take the new wenches virginity yet he decided that the maids mouth would do for the moment. He had more to learn of the girl and he was leaning toward seduction, not rape. He pulled the maid to her knees at his feet and unleashed his already growing cock. The maid new well wanted and moved her head toward his crotch. His heavily veined thick cock was growing rapidly to it full impressive length. He grabbed the maid’s hair and forced her mouth onto his member. She did her best to please him. She knew from experience the pain of disappointing the master. This occasion it mattered little what she did. He closed his eyes and while holding her head thrust his cock in and out of her throat. Many years of practice allowed her to mostly suppress her natural inclination to gag on the invading cock. Fortunately for the poor woman he did not hold back. He son spilled his seed down her throat in torrents. When he was done he shoved he to the floor, put away his cock and left her sprawled on the floor.

When Jacques entered the dining room he found his prisoner staring out at the sea through an open window. Because of the thunderous roar of the waves she did not hear him approach. He was almost standing next to her when she detected his presence. She cried out in surprise as he startled her from her hypnotic gaze at the sea.

“Pardon my lady. I did not mean to frighten you. The sea is quite enchanting and beautiful. I sometimes forget how easy it is for new visitors to become lost in its rhythm from here,” He said in a soft deep voice.

As she turned he immediately noticed the vast improvement in her appearance. He had been right in the beginning, which a bit of cleaning up would transform her. The fact that she looked so like Marisa, likely added to her beauty in his eyes.

“Well it seems the sea’s ravages had hidden your true beauty from me,” He said with a smile as he brushed back a piece of her curly locks. “Ah that is better, I can see those enchanting eyes now. Shall we sit and see what the cook has prepared for us?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine, for the moment, forgot where she was, and let herself become lost in the beauty and the sound of the roaring sea below the window. She did not hear Him enter, nor the soft thud of His boots as He approached her. A slight, very cool, breeze, gently glided in the window, bathing her in the beautiful scent of the sea below, and she was allowing herself a deep breath of that magnificent scent when she became aware that indeed, she were not alone. He had drawn in a breath, about to speak, when she turned, startled, and cried out. He was so close, that He could reach out and easily touch her, that the warmth of His own breathing was detectable, had she been paying attention.

“Pardon my lady. I did not mean to frighten you. The sea is quite enchanting and beautiful. I sometimes forget how easy it is for new visitors to become lost in its rhythm from here,”

Her dark eyes met His, lifted beneath a veil of equally dark lashes. Paine was not afraid to meet another's gaze, that much was certain. But she indeed did step back when He raised His hand to brush back a stray tendril of her curly hair, having, for a moment, thought she would be struck. Instead, His fingertips ever so lightly trailed along her cheek for a brief moment.

"enchanting and beautiful does best describe the view from here, and the ocean below.. yes" Paine agree'd, not letting her gaze waver.

“Well it seems the sea’s ravages had hidden your true beauty from me, Ah that is better, I can see those enchanting eyes now. "

Enchanting eyes? She had never heard that term applied to any part of her before, let alone her eyes. Most thought her eyes looked ominous... dark and forboding, evil and tainted. She had, for most of her childhood, wished she had the bright blue and green eyes the other kids had, that her kitchen wench of a mother had, that even the nanny had.

"Enchanting is reserved for others more...... refined.... than I .... as well as for the ocean below, Sir" she said, and this time she did take her eyes from His, looking away. "I am not of royal blood, nor even of the blood of the royal servants, other than a lowly wench"

She did not want Him thinking for a moment that she were special in any way... for a couple of reasons. One being that she would not be worth any kind of ransom, nor leverage with any of the rulers of her land. Another, was that she did not want Him wooing her like she was some stranded princess. Just the thought made her tremble. She had never been approached by a man, let alone touched. Paine had seen some of the others, in the throes of sex. She herself had only been laughed at when she brought up the ... subject... It was not a laugh she wished to hear again. It was cruel and hurtful, it was one of the reasons she had hidden on that fateful ship.

"Shall we sit and see what the cook has prepared for us?"

At that suggestion, her belly actually rumbled, and blushing a bit, she laid both hands over it to try and silence herself.

"well, as has been made quite obvious by my belly, I am hungry.... Sir.... and I thank You for showing me such.... kindness"

Truth be told, she was starved, and when the servants brought the fresh bread, honey, fruit and venison stew... the delicious aroma alone was nearly maddening.

Seated across from her host, Paine smiled, for the first time... a shy, small smile, but a smile none the less. "Again, I thank You"

 

[karnelman]

“You are most welcome, now eat and we shall talk and get to know one another,” Jacques said in a bright friendly tone.

He was happy to be dining with a female instead of alone. He had now found the girls hidden beauty. Her looking a bit like his only real lover had certainly something to do with his change of mood. But there was more. He had never really found beauty the way other men had. The thin, blond, giggly daughters of the cows he fucked for money had never held much interest for him. He tended to be far more enamored of serving wenches and other lesser women that foolish gentlemen eschewed as ugly and unworthy of their beds. Jacques knew that the truth of the matter was that most of the lower class women merely needed a bath and a bit of pampering to be as if not more beautiful than the rich bitches of society. He also knew they were more enthusiastic bedmates, as they tended to be grateful to any men who made love to them. All they could normally hope for was a farthing or two for allowing some grunting pig to fuck them.

“Now Paine, we must get something quite clear, for I will hear no more of your lack of blood line. As I have already told you, I am but a bastard with no name. I was born of a whore and some of the finest people I have known had far less pedigree than you. Noble blood does not a lady or gentleman make. After all, is not the hound born of a mutt bitch as loyal and well serving of his master as the finest purebred mastiff? When I look across this table I see an exciting exotic lady. You may well be descended from the same Corsican princes that once ruled this island. All you lack in life is the wealth and training to be able to accent your natural beauty. You have no doubt been told you are ugly and worthless because you do not look like the high-minded bitches society so values. They are as worthless to me, my lady as their frail bodies are to field work!” He opined earnestly.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“Now Paine, we must get something quite clear, for I will hear no more of your lack of blood line. As I have already told you, I am but a bastard with no name. I was born of a whore and some of the finest people I have known had far less pedigree than you. Noble blood does not a lady or gentleman make. After all, is not the hound born of a mutt bitch as loyal and well serving of his master as the finest purebred mastiff? When I look across this table I see an exciting exotic lady"

Paine could not help but stare back at Him. He was right, He had stated that He, Himself, was born a bastard with no name. But, men and women, male and female, were very different, even those born of whores and kitchen wenches. Males, no matter their heritage, almost always had the chance to make amends, and either earn, or marry, into a more, distinguished bloodline, or... even... royalty. Females were not afforded that consideration. The idea of a Princess, meeting and falling in love with a commoner, whether stable boy or blacksmith, was romantic, and accepted, altho not necessarily *liked*... the idea of a Prince, meeting and falling in love with a common woman, whore, wench, barmaid, was frowned upon, and forbidden. But she did not point this out to her Host, for she was sure He knew all that. All men and women did. He was merely being kind, with His words, a kindness that, deep inside, was most appreciated. And..... it made Paine feel even more guilty for her actions of earlier. He was turning out to be a very compassionate Host, at least that was what she was .. seeing....

"Sir... all I can say to that is, that Your view is not as widely held outside your Keep walls. And... I do thank You for Your compliment, but surely one such as You has had the most beautiful at this very table. One's that look as You do are the One's that cause most of the ladies that I have seen to.... to put it bluntly.. froth at the mouth and act like the whores they so despise... " Paine had to keep from smirking, not at Him, but at the funny memories that flooded her mind for the moment, the other girls, acting all a twitter... when a handsome man came by. "To say they would be drooling at Your feet is a understatement, it is something I would like to see someday"... and with that she did giggle, letting Him know she was teasing, but also telling true. Surely He had many females wishing for a night, an hour...a moment... in His prescence...

 

[karnelman]

“Since you chose to speak plainly, I take it that is how you prefer conversation. This pleases me, as I hate the conventions of society that make it ungracious to speak truly. Therefore, I hope I do not offend when I speak as plainly, my dear. I believe you may misjudge my life and me. The truth is few ladies of any description have shared my table. This is a privilege reserved for a special few. That is not to say that few have shared my bed. I have enjoyed the fruits of numerous women’s loins. Having such experience I can honestly say that the women of class can scarcely hold a candle to common women when it comes to carnal pleasures. Noble ladies whore, but they do so to attract rich or powerful husbands. They believe it is enough to lift their skirts and spread their legs. For the rutting pigs of the nobility that is likely enough. However, for a man like me that can see the real beauty in the world, the pleasures given by a lustful woman that makes her living honestly, be she wench or whore is far more precious.”

Paine stared at him mouth agape, her last bite of food unchewed as Jacques philosophized.

“You, my dear are a beautiful women though society would naught let you know it. I also would wager a fair sum that you also are a delightful bedmate. Now, tell me Paine, what type of man makes your loins tingle in anticipation? Be it the fancy boys of Louis’s court, or a man of substance?” He asked casually ignoring her surprised look.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“You, my dear are a beautiful women though society would naught let you know it. I also would wager a fair sum that you also are a delightful bedmate. Now, tell me Paine, what type of man makes your loins tingle in anticipation? Be it the fancy boys of Louis’s court, or a man of substance?”

Paine very nearly fell over, but the shock of His words only lasted a moment or two. The boys that she had grown up with, the same ones who laughed at her later, often talked like this, and worse. Never mind the kitchen staff, or the whores on the street she sometimes had watched. She was more caught off guard because she had not expected it, not because she found His language offensive.

She got up from the dining table.... turning away from Him.

"That is not a question that I am comfortable answering... Sir... I'm sorry. But know it is not because I find it offensive.... I have never been... nor do I plan to be.. anyone's bedmate. " she stopped there... unable to answer the rest of His question. Paine had never given it much thought, what she found attractive, what made her tingle. Had she thought about sex? Yes... at least a little. But she never considered that anyone would want to be near her, so she never considered who she would want to be.... near.... herself...

She walked back to that same window, looking out once more, unable... to look Him in the eye. Unsure of what she would see. She was .. embarrassed..

 

[karnelman]

Jacques scarcely believed his ears. He could not imagine that a sultry, sexy girl of her class was virgin into womanhood. Even if she did not whore herself for food money, surely some man would have taken her, would have known inside the dark skinned creature was a fiery sexy female. He stood and joined her at the window. He put his arm gently around her and turned her body making her face him. He stared into the dark pools of her eyes as he spoke softly, but firmly.

“Paine, what fools the boys you grew up with must be. To have had you in their midst and not to have wooed you, to have not shown you the joys of coupling is surely a great sin and will forever be their misfortune.”

While still holding her waist with on hand he reached out and pushed back her hair. His fingertips brushed he cheek as he did so. Then he gently ran his fingers through the soft tangles caressing her head gently. His deep blue eyes remained looked with her dark bottomless pools. He did not even blink as he continued his speech.

“No one as young as you should be so closed to the pleasures of the flesh. Besides how can you deny yourself a thing that you as of yet have not experienced? How do you deny yourself the sharing of passions as only lovers can? Why do you deny yourself the caress of man? How is it you can be so certain in your choice when you have not yet lain naked with another?” He asked passionately as he slid his hand around her on to her buttocks.

As he massaged the globe of her ass through the heavy material of the dress he began to guide her head toward him. His fingers were now entwined in her curls making it impossible for her to resist. He was intent upon drawing her into a kiss. Her pronouncement had sealed her fate. His preference was to seduce her to his bed. However, no matter her choice that night she would no longer be a virgin come the morrow. He had no qualms about taking what he wanted when it was denied him. The girl still had a choice, but not the choice of refusal. Her choice was only to freely give herself or be brutally forced. Jacques wanted her consent, wanted to make love to her. But if her choice were resistance he would settle for fucking her. Already he felt the lust building in his loins.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine felt His touch, as He turned her to face Him... the cool breeze from the window seeming to coil around both of them, enclosing them in a soft, slightly chilling, coccoon... In contrast to that cool touch was the heat that was radiating from Him, a heat that she could feel, crawling up and along her skin, seeking to sneak within her, a heat she could not deny.

“Paine, what fools the boys you grew up with must be. To have had you in their midst and not to have wooed you, to have not shown you the joys of coupling is surely a great sin and will forever be their misfortune.”

She was going to answer, but the look within His eyes silenced her. He truely was handsome, strikingly so. She did not quite understand why He was alone, other than the fact that He did not carry a noble name. His hand lifted, and this time, for the first time in a long, long time, Paine did not flinch back as if she were to be struck. He ever so gently brushing back a curl of her hair, fingertips trailing along her cheek, then slowly gliding into her hair. The touch was simple and tender, and Paine found herself letting her dark eyes close to that caress, she almost unconsciously leaning into it, her lips parting, emitting a soft, pleasurable sound. Her heart, was wildly thundering in her chest. Her blood felt warm, tingling, as it flowed thru her, seeming to center all her sensations on that touch of His hand within her hair...

"No one as young as you should be so closed to the pleasures of the flesh. Besides how can you deny yourself a thing that you as of yet have not experienced? How do you deny yourself the sharing of passions as only lovers can? Why do you deny yourself the caress of man? How is it you can be so certain in your choice when you have not yet lain naked with another?”

Her eyes, lidded, opened then, as He spoke, she watching His lips move, lips that began to draw so much closer to her own. She felt His other hand trail downwards, palming over the curve of her ass, pressing her body closer into His. She drew her gaze to His as His lips came closer, she could feel the warmth of His breath, her own mingling with His... Her mind was racing... but words would not come, words of protest... or would they be words of want and need? All were swirling about in her mind at this moment, but all were lost in the kiss, His lips finding hers, moist, soft, warm.

Paine moaned into the kiss, a soft sound that vibrated along His lips, tongue. She felt her body against His, soft curves meeting the strength of His muscles. He parted her lips with His tongue, hers meeting His within her mouth. She was a little startled, but she melted into the sensation, the velvet softness of her tongue entwining with His, dancing together, tasting, caressing, their breaths mingling. Paine had lifted her hands and both rested against His chest. At first she was going to push Him gently away, His closeness having been a bit...uncomfortable ... to her... but the chance never came, He being the stronger, more dominant. Now she raked her fingers down His chest and around to His back as she clung to Him, the kiss deepening, and the warmth spreading around her..

It was she that broke the kiss, gasping for needed breath. He had ever so slowly backed her up a step or 2.. where now her back was to the wall next to the very window she had been peering out of. Paine looked up at Him, her lips were deep dusky pink from the pressure of the kiss, moist, and trembling.

She lay her hand to His chest once again, feeling the rapid beat of His heart.

"please... I.... I can't" she whispered, still in shock over the fact that He would even want to kiss her. SHe had always wanted to try kissing one of the boys, to see what if felt like, but that had been when she was younger and she had been laughed at, even tho all the others her age were kissing boys. She had all but given up even thinking about it. Til.... now....

"To ... lie naked with a man... " she paused... "I can not.... only.... only when in love.... to do so otherwise would only brand me a whore like any other... Please.... I do not wish to be that"...

That was the one thing she did not wish to become, a whore or a wench like her own mother had been. The Nanny had told her, only lie with a man when you love him and he you. Otherwise you are nothing more than a whore, no matter your breeding. What was not fair was that the other girls, the ones of breeding, that she had grown up around, had lain with men, but none would call them whore, even tho her Nanny friend told her they were, no matter what they called themselves.

"lay with a man only for love" was what Paine remembered...

"only for love" what what she repeated... staring up at Him ~

 

[karnelman]

Jacques thought for a minute about how to respond to the obviously confused young woman. He really did prefer to seduce rather rape this one. He simply could not imagine that she had been raised to be such a prude. The only reason to a female retained her virginity was to show her noble husband she was pure on the wedding night. This one could not hope for a noble husband. He knew though there was beauty to be seen, few men had the vision to perceive it in her. He also knew that whores were those that got paid to fuck men, not those that fucked them for their own pleasure. His mother as well as his dearest friend and lover had been whores. There was no shame in it, it was a necessity and it was honest work. It was those that spread their legs for rich men just for the privilege of having a husband and becoming a brood cow to produce his heirs that were the shameful dishonest ones. In any event, he knew love was irrelevant. Few could afford such luxury and most how tried to achieve such pairings failed.

“What rubbish your teachers have put into your head! I know what a whore is. My mother was a whore. She accepted the cock and anything else of any man whose purse had a few coins to spare. That is what makes a whore, allowing a filthy pig to lie atop you grunting so that you and perhaps your bastard child can eat. There is no shame it and there is not shame in lying naked with another. Sharing our passions is how nature intended us to live. You will find that I am a man of great passions and one who enthusiastically shares his passion. I am no fancy boy who would just push your legs apart, climb aboard and quickly shoot my seed into you, leaving you wanting. You see, I know fully what I want and I am rather certain of what you truly want. I want you, my lady and I want to fulfill those desires you are now trying to refuse,” He said passionately before pulling her into a tight embrace.

He pressed his lips to hers, cutting off any chance of her protesting as he held her body pinned to his. He knew she could feel his heat and the hardness of his body as he could feel the curves and softness of her body. He pressed himself into her letting her feel what she did to his manhood. Though only slightly engorged his cock was already large enough to be struggling for space in his britches. Just as suddenly as he had pulled her into the embrace he broke the kiss and stepped back, leaving a gap between them. He continued to hold her at the waist with his arms extended as he once again stared into the dark pools of her eyes.

“Now, tell me you feel nothing, that you have no desire! But you cannot, can you? You are too well mannered to lie.”

As he spoke he smiled broadly and his eyes seemed to twinkle. He could see by her expression that he was right. He knew her loins now itched with desire. He had ignited a fire in her that he was sure she could not refuse.

“Well? There is no shame. Tell what you want my lady and you shall have your desires fulfilled,” He added seductively.