The Island (Closed)

[karnelman]

“Please, do not ask me questions, I can not answer. All I can say is this is his land. He will eventually take if you do not give. I think you have already seen the how he takes. He can be almost kind as long as he is happy. He will be good to you, if you can but give him what to him what is truly only a symbol to you I think,” He said in an extremely hushed toned.

Then he did something that he knew could cause him to loose favor with the master. He slid one hand from her breasts, down her smooth belly and through the dark tangle of hair that guarded her pussy. He very gently cupped his hand over her sex and softly caressed her.

“See, my lady, it is not so unpleasant to be touched there? He will treat you well, he will give you pleasure. But I fear if you continue to resist him, he will be the only one to have pleasure and you shall never know the love you want so much,” He pleaded with her as he continued to fondle both her breast and pubic area.

He felt the warmth of her and even the slight dampness from the arousal he knew she did not understand. He was so close he could smell her scent mixed with the aroma of the soap she had bathed with. He heard the quickening of her heartbeat. He wished it could be he who took her virginity. He would do it gently and with caring. She would know the love she wished for before laying with him. But he could do nothing to change either of their fates.

“Now, please come with me to your room. In the morning when you awake call Gwen to bathe you, then send for me. Let me take you to him.” He said sadly as he took his hands slowly away form her body.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine swallowed slowly as she listened to the hushed whisper of the Guard. His hands still caressing, massaging... He moved another half step closer, and one hand left her breast. For a moment she blinked, thinking he would walk away from her, and she was not sure she wanted him too.. when his hand slid down along the taut, bared plane of her belly, his fingers dipping within the dark curls that covered her most intimate of places. Her eyes widened, lips parting in a quiet, hushed.. Ohhhhhh.. but she did not flinch back. There was no where to go, the wall had her trapped, but her body, ready to tense, wanting to tense, did not, as Byron slowly began stroking those fingers into her sex...

"See, my lady, it is not so unpleasant to be touched there? He will treat you well, he will give you pleasure. But I fear if you continue to resist him, he will be the only one to have pleasure and you shall never know the love you want so much,”

Paine's answer was a low moan, hushed, quiet, yet unmistakable. No one had ever touched her like that, and his hand was so soft, so gentle as he stroked her that she found herself moving, rocking, in rhythm to his fingers. Her wetness began to increase, the warmth beginning to slicken his fingers, the folds of her untouched sex becoming flush.. as the silken softness caressed him in return.

“Now, please come with me to your room. In the morning when you awake call Gwen to bathe you, then send for me. Let me take you to him.” There was no mistaking the sad tone to his voice...

He stepped back... Paine almost... almost ... reached for him. She nodded to his words, but it was not neccessarily a nod of complete agreement. She would follow him to her room, that was all the nod meant to her.

Paine hid her nakedness behind him as best she could as they walked to her room.. She stepped in, but he hesitated.. She turned... taking his hand in her own..

"please don't leave me alone" she whispered...

 

[karnelman]

"please don't leave me alone"

“That could be dangerous for both of us..wait, he said to post a guard. I can be your guard. I will sit by the door in a chair and watch over you as you sleep. In the morning you will see that the best thing to do is go to him.”

He insisted that she get into bed. Not that it truly mattered. Jacques had taken her sheet from her in the dining room. She had to lay naked and exposed on the small bed. He asked if she wanted the light extinguished to give her what little privacy he could, but she said she did not want to be in the dark. Byron sat in a small chair and though he wanted to turn away he could not stop from gazing at her. He was entranced by the way the flickering candlelight danced over her dark skin. He loved the way the lines curved on her voluptuous body. He was becoming more taken with her every minute. As he watched her breasts rise and fall upon her chest from her soft breathing his mind began to wander.

He imagined stealing away with her, somehow escaping the master’s rage. He saw them living together in a small cottage. He was no longer a soldier. He was but a simple tiller of the soil and she his wife and partner. He saw her naked in a very different bed; their bed in the small cottage. Somehow he knew in the other room, their children slept. Something startled him from the fantasy just as he was about to make love to her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

He would guard her... He would watch over her.. she would not be alone this night. The thought comforted her. Paine laid down upon the small, barren bed, wrapping her arms about herself. She wished she had her sheet, thin tho it was. But she would have no comfort this night, other than the warmth of his gaze upon her.

She fell into a restful sleep, the nightmares she thought would haunt her did not. Instead her mind filled with the voice of the Guard, as he tried to reassure her. His touch was felt, his warmth, and Paine realized that... she was developing feelings she should not, feeling things inside she had thought she would never feel.

She turned to her back as she slept, the candle light bathing her in a soft flickering golden color. The light was a compliment to her dark hued skin, soft, supple, marred only by His beating of her along her ass, which was apparent as she turned over, that curve of ass facing him now.

Instead of nightmares, it was a dream she had, a dream where she was being married, just like all the pretty girls did, just like all the pretty girls wanted. Paine was a vision in white, the simple dress of lace and silk clinging to her every curve, her long, wild, dark hair entwined with small white flowers. It was her... and him... Byron... the guard... He was handsome in his guard's finest. His smile was beaming.

They stood before a simple village preist, and offered their lives to each other.

Paine awoke, crying ... tears flooding her eyes and cascading down her cheeks. The dream had been so vivid, so alive, that when she awoke and it was not true, her emotions erupted.. and she cried out.... to Byron... the Guard sitting and watching over her...

 

[karnelman]

Upon returning to reality, he thought it was Paine’s sobbing that had disturbed his fantasy. Unable to help himself he went to the sobbing woman who was now sitting up in the small bed. He set next to her and took her into his strong arms. He loved the feeling of holding her naked body next to his. He felt her shiver and realized the night chill made her punishment of nudity cruel indeed. He held her tighter and rubbed her exposed flesh in an attempt to warm her.

“I am sorry, you must endure such hardship. Were it in my power I would find covering for you. Though I cannot deny I enjoy your nakedness, I would gladly give you my clothing to spare you this chill. But were the master to discover such things we both would suffer. I do not fear so for myself, but I can not bear the thought of the leather being laid upon you again,” He said in hushed tones.

Suddenly, there was a clap of thunder from beyond the cliffs. It was the second roar of nature that night. It had been the first one that had awoken the two of them. In their dream state neither had realized that was the cause of their waking. In another part of the castle another had been disturbed by the thunder. Jacques was fully awake after the second explosion of sound tore through the old stone walls. Knowing that he would be denied further sleep, he rose. Putting on his heavy boots, but not dressing as usual when he couldn’t sleep began to walk about the castle. His look was a source of amusement to the occasional servant that caught sight of him on his nocturnal wanderings. He looked rather silly in his nightshirt and heavy riding boots.

Jacques had not the intention of visiting Paine’s room. He indeed wanted her to come to him next. But as fate would have it, his unguided journey about the corridors led him down the very hall where she and Byron were embracing. Seeing no guard posted as he ordered, Jacques decided he would look in on the girl and then seek out his captain for an explanation. He already felt the anger and darkness rising within him at the idea of his orders being disobeyed. Fortunately for Byron, the doorknob creaked as it was turned.

The captain released the girl from his embrace just in time, though there was no way to get himself away from her side.

“Byron! What have we here? Have you taken it upon yourself to sample the nectar of this flower?” Jacques exclaimed in a harsh yet perplexed tone.

Coming to his feet and bowing slightly, Byron quickly made an excuse for his being in such a compromising position, “My lord. As you requested a proper guard for her, I placed myself in the position. As I stood my duty, I heard her in distress inside. At first I imagined that the thunder had disturbed her and that was the cause of her being distraught. However, once I came in the room, I found that it is likely more. I believe she is ill. No doubt her ordeal was more trying then perhaps we thought earlier.”

Not wanting to disbelieve his trusted captain, Jacques seemingly accepted the explanation. “Well, you should have called Gwen. You have placed yourself in a very dangerous position. I already am quite aware that this wench wants to fuck you! Do not let me find you in such a position again or I will have to act on appearances. You girl, are you truly ill or was this a ploy to get Byron’s hands on you? You wish to profess how pure you are and then I find you naked in your bed practically in the arms of this man? Byron, go and find another to guard her room while I speak with the wench privately!”


The captain quickly left the room to carry out his orders. He would have preferred to stay and defend Paine. It was however, a fight he knew he could not win. Byron was not allowed to carry weapons in the castle. Jacques had no such prohibition. The captain knew his master likely had more than one razor sharp blade concealed under his nightshirt and in his boots. Besides, even if he could subdue the master, his own men would set upon him in revenge. They would kill their captain and then repeatedly rape Paine. There was no solution to his dilemma; there was only his duty. Doing as the master commanded was the only way to help the girl, that he knew he was falling in love with.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She had not expected him, Byron, to come to her, yet He did, as soon as she cried out. She was shivering, sobbing, and the 2nd roar of thunder only scared her even further. Normally, Paine treasured thunderstorms, finding them stunningly beautiful in both sound and visually, but this night, in this place, the sound was more terrifying, never mind the fact she had no window to see the storm.

Byron wrapped her in His embrace, trying to warm and calm her, His hands were soft, and not for a moment did He attempt to fondle or otherwise grope her. Her skin was heated and sweat laced, which alarmed the Guard.

"I am sorry, you must endure such hardship. Were it in my power I would find covering for you. Though I cannot deny I enjoy your nakedness, I would gladly give you my clothing to spare you this chill. But were the master to discover such things we both would suffer. I do not fear so for myself, but I can not bear the thought of the leather being laid upon you again,”


She had slowly calmed down as he whispered to her, his words filled with a kindness she had never really known for the better part of her life, except the nanny, the one who had taken such a shine to her. She leaned into him, wanting, needing the warmth and nothing more, even tho it surely would look to another that more was indeed what was desired.

Niether had taken into consideration that the thunder had awakened another, a mistake that would nearly cost both of them

When the doorknob creaked as it turned, both Paine and Byron knew who would be at the door. He throwing it open...

"Byron! What have we here? Have you taken it upon yourself to sample the nectar of this flower?”

Paine started to protest, but instead, the Guard stood, bowing and letting his louder voice overshadow her own..

“My lord. As you requested a proper guard for her, I placed myself in the position. As I stood my duty, I heard her in distress inside. At first I imagined that the thunder had disturbed her and that was the cause of her being distraught. However, once I came in the room, I found that it is likely more. I believe she is ill. No doubt her ordeal was more trying then perhaps we thought earlier.”

He was LYING for her. Or was he???

"Well, you should have called Gwen. You have placed yourself in a very dangerous position. I already am quite aware that this wench wants to fuck you! Do not let me find you in such a position again or I will have to act on appearances. You girl, are you truly ill or was this a ploy to get Byron’s hands on you? You wish to profess how pure you are and then I find you naked in your bed practically in the arms of this man? Byron, go and find another to guard her room while I speak with the wench privately!”

Byron quickly left the room, as Paine cowered back on the bed as Jacques approached. She was cold, naked, and suddenly seething once more. She dared to look up at Him, her dark eyes were filled with fire, yet she did indeed look exhausted ..... sweating and flushed....

" I ... I awoke freezing, crying, and in pain. The crash of thunder scared me and I cried out, and the Guard, came in to check on me. He was only reassuring me that only a storm was passing and he thought that I may be sick.... " she stopped there... looking straight at Him... "why do You even care" she snapped, her anger getting the best of her.. "You berate me, You beat me, You threaten me, and now You think that I am nothing more than a whore parading around in virgin's clothing, trying to get into the pants of Your Guard. Why don't You just end my suffering, and get it over with... RAPE ME AND BE DONE WITH IT.. then You can be so fucking proud of Yourself."

She tried to get to her feet, her anger was smoldering and she no longer cared what happened to her. She was scared, and mixed up with that were her feelings for the Guard.......

But in reality, she was sick, an infection was raging thru her system from the beating, the maid having not properly cleansed the wounds. As Paine got to her feet, the world spun around her, her eyes widened, she whimpered as she actually reached out to Jacques for help, but her legs gave way, and she collasped on the floor at His feet. If one were to touch her, one would realize that at this moment a raging fever had spiked, as her body desperately fought the infection that raced thru her. She shuddered on the floor, unable to lift her head, unable to even beg for help...

If one had asked Gwen, she would have professed to have taken proper care of the wounds that night, but if one had delved deeper, perhaps one would have seen the jealousy that was festering inside the servant girl.

 

[karnelman]

RAPE ME AND BE DONE WITH IT.. then You can be so fucking proud of Yourself."

She had asked for it and now in his mind that was all the invitation that was needed. He had seen the flushed look when he entered the room and thought Byron’s touch had aroused her. She had spoken to him in the language of the gutter, proving she was no more than a slut at heart. She denied the master while offering herself to a mere guard. She had no doubt lied about her virginity and hoped for love. Now she would know what it meant to be fucked. He would rape her brutally and in ways she could not even imagine. For sure he would fuck her cunt until it was battered and sore, but there would be other abuses, other holes fucked. When he was finished her throat and jaw would ache and her asshole would be stretched and bloody. As for Byron, his punishment would be knowing that he was the cause of the girl’s anguish.

But none of that happened. As she attempted to stand, her knees gave way. She reached for Jacques but was unable to grab him. Her body crumpled to the floor at his feet. His anger disappeared. Byron had not lied the girl was ill. He reached down to help her and felt the burning of her skin. He lifted her to the bed and inspected her body for a sign as to the cause of her fever. He saw the girl’s ass and knew at once that Gwen had failed him. Though the wounds had been tended, he could see the red streaks under the flesh indicating the presence of the poison. Gwen had failed to properly cleanse the cuts. The sickness was now clearly spread throughout Paine’s body. Jacques cried out for help just as Byron returned with the replacement guard.

The master barked orders for blankets and hot water to be fetched. He also insisted that two females other than Gwen be found to care for the sick girl. The wife and daughter of one of the guardsmen were summoned and told to remain at the side of the girl. They immediately shooed away the men so they could bathe Paine. Once bathed and with her wounds properly tended she was covered in blankets. They knew there was not to do but sweat out the fever at that point. The guard remained outside the girl’s door. Byron was sent to fetch Gwen. Jacques went to the dungeon to wait for Byron and the maid. He had decided to reward Byron by letting him have the maid’s sexual favors before he tortured the disloyal wench. The darkness had descended upon Jacques again and Gwen would be its victim.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine's world faded into a myriad of images and heat, pain and anguish. She was so weak that breathing was a labor, but with the help of the mother and daughter servants, who were well versed in healing... her life would be saved....

Once the Master and Guard were gone, they set about the task of thoroughly bathing her, using the nearly scalding hot water... The wounds were reopened, this was a must for the infection needed someplace to drain. Salves were applied, and herb tea, along with a pain relieving drug, was given. She was wrapped in blankets, her own body would have to try and rid itself of the infection within, but with the help of the mother and daughter, who stayed by her side thruout the ordeal, it was thought she would survive....

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Gwen, had no idea that her... little indiscretion... had been discovered. She had done it before, on several of the Master's guests, but He had never wondered why they died before HE chose to end their lives. He had chalked it up to weakness and nothing more. She did not realize that Paine was much stronger than the other girls He had taken and fucked before.

But one thing Gwen did know, He often came to her after the "girl of the moment" died, and that was what Gwen lived for.

When Byron summoned her, she was just finishing the planning for the morning meal. She had only just woken up herself, because of the same storm, and had decided to put the time to good use. Gwen knew not to question why she was being summoned, but in reality thought that more than likely that the ugly girl that Master had been so interested as of late, had, in fact, died. Just that thought made the pretty maid smile. And Gwen was pretty, with a mane of bright red hair and sage green eyes. She was slender, with a small backside, and breasts that were no more than a bare handful, but the Guards loved her, she was saucy and could dance better than just about anyone. None knew that dark side to her, the jealousy she carried for the Master.

Byron lead her past the Master's chambers, and that puzzled the maid. She was about to question him, when he grabbed her arm and propelled her down the stairs and into the Dungeon. She knew the Dungeon well, she had tended many a female's wounds down here. She had seen many of them die down here.

"What's going on?? Did the ugly girl die?? " which is still what she thought, maybe the girl had died in the Dungeon and she was being summoned to clean up??

The Master emerged from the darkness, just as her words faded, the look on His face, and in His eyes, was haunting, chilling, and lethal...

 

[karnelman]

“Why would you think my guest has perished, wench? She seemed perfectly healthy when I dined with her. Have you done something that might cause her ill?” He asked with snarl.

The color drained from Gwen’s face. Her skin was suddenly drawn and pale. Byron looked on in shock as the reason he had been ordered to bring the unfortunate maid down to the dungeon suddenly dawned on him. If as he feared it was her doing that caused Paine’s illness, he could do nothing to help her and knew he may even be called upon to assist in her punishment.

“M’Lord, I have no knowledge of any reason the wretched creature should be ill. I only imagined that she had displeased you and I was being summoned to clean up her remains. I have only attended to her as you asked,” She protested in a shaky voice.

“Do not bother to lie to me you worthless cunt!” Jacques barked as he stepped toward the terrified maid. “It is obvious you did not properly tend to the poor girl’s wounds. Now speak the truth!”

He struck her viciously across the cheek as he spat out the command. The maid staggered, but managed to keep her feet.

“Master, please. If I failed you it was not with any intention. I am not trained as a nurse. I did my best!” She begged as tears streamed down her cheeks.

“Neither your tears or your lies will protect you, bitch! You are a worthless, disloyal, whore. I thought you were loyal to my word. Your skills at healing are known to all in my house. You wished her to die for some nefarious purpose of your own!”

He spat out the words as her took hold of the plain, thin dress the maid wore. He yanked upon the well worn material tearing open the bodice. Under the gown as was her habit she wore only the barest of undergarment. He was not surprised to find her so whorishly covered under her dress. He had known that she spread her legs for man that could offer her any favor. He never really cared as she was pretty and a good fuck when no other was available. He reached for her again and she flinched fearing another strike, but it was the torn dress he sought. Taking the ragged fabric firmly in hand he turned the dress to rags and pulled it from her trembling body.

‘Take the rest of your filthy rags off and get on your knees, slut!” He ordered.

Gwen quickly complied. She was actually a bit relived. Instead of the expected beating it seemed it was sexual abuse she would get. Though having her mouth raped would leave her throat sore and her face and mouth bruised she would not be made to suffer the lash had she had imagined.

“Byron, this disloyal cunt needs to be taught a lesson. You on the other hand have proved to be a true and trusted member of my household. Your reward will be to use her and all her dirty holes for your pleasure.” Jacques said calmly.

The captain knew he had no choice but to abuse the maid. If he did not he would become the target of the master’s wrath. He could only hope that the girl would be allowed to live after being brutalized. Without being given further instructions he stripped off his uniform. This was not the first time the master had put him in such a position. He knew exactly what he was to do. Once naked he walked over and stood in front of the helpless maid.

As he stood before her preparing to ram his already growing cock down her throat he felt a mixture of sorrow and distain. He was angry the maid had been so stupid and even angrier that she had hurt Paine. Even so the darkness that caused Jacques to act with such cruelty did not consume the captain. He looked down at her, unable to speak his apology for what he had to do. His sad eyes were all that he had to show the maid that he regretted what he must do. Her eyes seemed to tell him that she understood as she leaned toward and began to kiss and lick his huge member. The size of his manhood was the reason he was sometimes called upon by the master to abuse errant wenches.

Gwen of course had pleasured the captain many times and both her mouth and pussy were quite accustomed to his length and girth. As she enthusiastically licked and sucked his monster cock she began to worry about the master’s words. He had said all of her holes. Smaller men had taken her ass but never the captain. She could not imagine any woman accommodating him in her ass. She feared at best she would be left bloodied and ruined if hr fucked her rear opening. Impatient with the action, Jacques grabbed the maid’s hair and forced her forward forcing her to swallow more of Byron’s giant cock.

“Fuck her face, damn you! Make the lying whore cunt pay for her treachery!” He screamed as he yanked the maid’s head about by her hair.

Having no choice Byron forced his cock deeper into the girl’s throat causing her to gag. Nothing the girl did would stop the assault. The big guard pumped in and out of her mouth as the master yanked her head back and forth. She somehow fought off the natural tendencies of her body as she gasped for breath. When finally the master allowed the face fucking to stop, the maid’s lips were swollen and bloody and her throat ached from the damage Byron’s thrusting cock had done. She had barely caught her breath when the master yanked her head down and put her on her knees with her face on the floor. Her ass was pulled up into the air and with out being told, Byron mounted her from behind.

In order to please the master and perhaps spare the girl the ass fucking he knew the master intended her to have, the guard began to fuck the sobbing maid’s cunt hard and deep. He thrust the full length of his long fat cock in and out of her body roughly. With the encouragement of the master he began to slap the maid’s ass hard with each thrust. As Byron feared no matter how brutally he fucked the girl’s pussy it was not enough for the master. He ordered the captain to take her ass. Byron pulled out of her cunt and aimed his cock for her much tighter hole. He pressed into her and her rim began to give way. The master screamed for him to fuck the bitch. Having no choice, the guard drove his body forward impaling the terrified maid tearing her rear canal. She shrieked as the searing pain tore through her body. The sound echoed off the thick stone walls of the dungeon to the delight of the master. Byron closed his eyes and tried mightily to shut out the sounds of her pain and terror as he obeyed his master and fucked the maid’s ass hard and deep as he had he pussy. He pounded her like that until the master gave into his requests and allowed him to release his seed. When his cock finished spasming he pulled his half erect cock from the girl’s ass. As a nasty pink mixture of his seed and her blood oozed from her she collapsed on the cold stone floor.

Byron backed away as the master began to berate the maid again, “Get up you fucking worthless cunt! I am not done with you yet.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Gwen's world was spiraling out of control. It had happened so fast, and so brutally, she barely had the strength to lift her head from the cold stone floor. Burning pain ripped thru her, her blood spilled, her body nearly broken...

“Get up you fucking worthless cunt! I am not done with you yet.”

She shuddered at His words, her sobbing preventing her from saying anything, but what she did do was crawl to His feet... She took a deep breath, and managed to cease her crying enough to speak... more like whimper... to Him....

"please... Master... mercy.... please" she begged... as she looked up to Him... "I'm sorry Master... I'm sorry... please don't hurt me anymore.. pppplease"

Her voice wavered as her head fell to His boots, a splay of red hair nearly hiding the dark leather.

The fact that the Dungeon was only a couple of doors away from where Paine now lay, made it easy for both the mother and daughter servants, the posted guard, and Paine, who was now awake, to hear the agonized screams that had come from the room, the thick heavy door still standing open. The painfilled sobbing could be heard, as well as the grunts and groans of Byron as He carried out the Master's orders and raped the maid viciously.

"I want to know what is going on" Paine whispered, looking to the mother and daughter who would not meet her gaze. The bathing, the wounds draining, the healing salve, and the teas that she had drank, had brought the girl from the brink of death, back to life. The fever waning, but still leaving her weak, she was awake and alert, the blood chilling screams having ripped into her dreams ....

She looked to the guard, but he knew better than to say anything, even tho his face, like those of the mother and daughter, was ashen grey. Another scream tore from the Dungeon room, followed by the sickening sound of a body hitting the floor.

"Tell me what is happening" she again asked, reaching and, with a finger under her chin, she turns the daughter's face to her own. The daughter looked first at the mother, then back to Paine...

"He is punishing Gwen, she allowed the infection to breed within you"

Paine's eyes widened, and she got to her feet, barely.

"where are you................." the mother blurted out, getting to her feet as well.

"I will not have a girl die because of me." she whispered, heading to the guard. "Please, take me there, otherwise I will go alone" The guard was confused, but did as she asked, guiding the girl down the hall to the Dungeon.

Paine appeared in the doorway, just as Gwen again begged for mercy... "Please Master... mercy.... I... I love you" the words fell from her lips, the bleeding girl staring up at her Master... "mmmmercy"...

"Jacques" she said, her voice soft, but loud enough to be heard. The guard standing right behind her, suddenly terrified that he would be next in that room.

 

[karnelman]

"Please Master... mercy.... I... I love you"

Jacques reached down and grabbed the maid by her hair, intending to yank her to her feet.

"Jacques"

Upon hearing Paine’s voice behind him he dropped the maid’s head and kicked her aside. He turned to see his guest and her guard standing in the doorway. Byron who was in the corner struggling with his boot looked on in horror. He knew the master was already deep into the darkness and saw the fire in Jacques’s eyes as he turned toward the door.

“Why have you brought that woman here?” Jacques demanded of the guard.

“I was trying to get her back to bed,” The guard stuttered in protest.

Before the master could continue questioning the terrified guard Byron made his way to the door and attempted to hustle the two of them out of the dungeon.

“Wait! Byron take that bitch back to her room and see that she stays there until I say otherwise. Drag her by her hair if she resists! He can stay and witness what happens to insolent servants that displease me by not carrying out my wishes!” The master ordered.

Having no choice, Byron pulled Paine out into the hall. The guard stayed behind as ordered. Paine was no match for Byron’s strength even when at full health. In her condition her struggling only added to her exhaustion. Byron had to carry her up the stairs. Jacques ordered the guard to shut the dungeon door. The guard fearing for his own life watched horrified as the master yanked Gwen to her feet. He pushed and dragged the half-dead maid to the same place on the wall where Paine had been shackled. Gwen being shorter than Paine was completely lifted from the floor when her wrists were placed in the manacles. She hung helplessly against the dank hard stone wall. The guard gasped when Jacques took a thick whip from the wall.

The thick eight-foot length of leather was wrapped from end to end with strips of rough black suede until it had been rounded. It tapered to an end reminiscent one of a serpent’s tongue. The guard had never seen such a cruel device laid to the flesh of a human. He knew such a whip would tan the hide of even the sturdiest beast of the field. All who had seen it hanging upon the wall assumed the ancient rulers of the island had placed it there merely as a warning. Certainly no one could imagine it actually being used in punishment. Jacques raised the whip and cracked it upon the hard floor. The sound reverberated off the walls sickening the guard. The thought of that serpent touching her skin caused Gwen to cry out in terror.

“Please my lord, no! Allow Joshua to pull his blade and end my wretched existence. I did naught mean you harm, master, please it were love that made me dishonor you, please mercy, let me die!” She begged.

Jacques raised the whip again, this time bringing the foul leather across the maid’s smooth, pale, white belly. Her flesh was torn open and the shock of the sudden searing pain sent her into unconsciousness. She hung limply, somewhere between life and death as her crimson blood dripped from the tear on her belly. Jacques was disappointed and spat on the maid as he turned toward the astonished guard.

“There is no further use in continuing this now. I will have to finish her when she awakes. Now as for you, how is it a frail young woman was able to slip past you and wander about in places she did not belong?” Jacques asked with fire in his eyes.

The frightened guard had no answer that would suffice. He was lucky that his master thought him too valuable to kill.

“Bare your back and stand against the wall next to the slut,” He ordered.

Figuring he would soon know what it felt like to have the flesh torn from his body by a bullwhip, Joshua quickly complied not wanting to make the beating worse. He indeed was beaten, but not with the vile serpent. That remained lying at his feet as the master gave him twenty lashes with an ordinary cat. Though it was painful and left many tiny cuts, it was a punishment he had withstood before. When it was over he thanked his master for his mercy and quickly left the dungeon as ordered. Jacques returned to his study and fell into a fitful sleep in his favorite chair. Gwen was left hanging alone on the wall in the dark; bruised and bloody but still alive for the moment.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine was distraught, but had not the strength to fight, nor the will to argue, once she got a saw the dark, lethal look in Jacques eyes. Byron lifted her into His arms, carrying her, silent, back to the room where the mother and daughter awaited. They had dared not leave to chase after Paine, that was the guard's duty, not theirs. But.. they heard the scream... a scream of the purest, agonized pain, come ripping from the Dungeon just as Byron stepped in, with Paine in His arms.

Paine heard it too, and she started to cry, sobbing against Byron's shoulder. She did not quite realize that Byron had been the one to rape the girl, even if it was on His Master's orders...

She felt Him set her down on her bedding... she had not the strength to question Him on why... why was Jacques so cruel, and who was this Marisa He spoke about that had obviously hurt Him so badly, it drove Him into madness, because what she had seen in His eyes was madness.

"she should not suffer because of me" Paine whispered, not understanding that Gwen had done this to others, that she had not been the only one. Paine was a compassionate creature, she did not understand why the servant girl had let her wounds fester, had let the infection take hold, but she did not think it was on purpose, she knew people could be cruel, but Paine tried to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, that was what the Nanny had taught her.

She no longer could give Jacques that consideration... or could she? It had been Jacques, she was sure, who had brought forth the mother and daughter that had so treated her, it was Jacques that was punishing the girl because the girl had hurt... her...??? Paine struggled to try and understand the Man.....

At least the screams had stopped...

"Is she dead?" she managed to whisper to Byron as He stood over her..

But she did not get the answer, Byron, was being silent. It was obvious He was as troubled by what was happening, even if she did not know the real reason why. The mother and daughter gave Paine a tea to drink, which she did....

"it will let her sleep, and keep her out of trouble" the elder woman said, offering a smile to the Guard Captain whom she knew well. "Be assured the girl will not awaken til the following morning... meaning not the coming sunrise but the one following... The Master needs time to calm down, she needs time to properly regain her strength, this will keep her safe.... Captain" she said with a slight wink.. the woman was not stupid, she could see the look in the Guard Captain's eyes when He gazed at the girl.

"Here, have a cup of tea as well, the herbs will not affect You as it did her, she is weakened, You are strong, this will only calm You and I think You need it after such and ordeal" She also knew well the Master's habit of using Him to inflict His punishment. She sat at the foot of the bed where Paine slept, glancing at the nearby chair for Him to sit down. Her daughter had gone to fetch food for both the Guard Captain and her mother.

 

[karnelman]

Byron pushed aside the tea with a sad smile. He had no desire to calm down. He wanted to creep back to the dungeon. He wanted to find a way to end Gwen’s suffering. Her death was assured. Her death was assured. He even felt her death was deserved for what she had done. He thought perhaps that even the brutal fucking was deserved. But that was just his own justification for being too cowardly to resist the master’s orders. Once he was sure that Paine was sleeping soundly her spoke to the older woman softly.

“Clarina, you know the herbs. Is there a tea that would end the life of one who was suffering from incurable illness?” He asked almost timidly.

He could not know if the woman would guess his meaning and he dare not speak it aloud. Even though they were friends and he knew she did not like to see the suffering the master inflicted, she may well to protect herself betray him. But he wanted badly to prevent Gwen’s further suffering. He could not simply slit her throat, as that would leave evidence of his treachery. Poison though would be silent, painless and undetectable. The master would simple think that the maid had passed from her injuries. Clarina nodded to fearful to even speak her answer.

“Please, go and prepare it for me. I will wait with the woman until your daughter returns,” He asked in a somber tone.

The woman crept away and carefully made her way to a side exit from the castle. What she needed was in her cottage in the peasant’s village. She prayed that her husband was still out on patrol. He would never tolerate her involvement in such things.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Gwen awoke, hoping, praying, that the savage beating had been nothing more than a nightmare, a nightmare visited upon her as she slept, safely, snugly, in her bed. But as her eyes fluttered open, that... was not the case.

Raging pain shattered thru her mind as she attempted to move. Her wrists were bound brutally tight, arms outstretched painfully, the weight of her body hanging from her shoulders. Her belly lay splayed open, the strike of the bullwhip, a weapon of pure torture, having torn the skin down to the muscle beneath. Blood still oozed from the slash, along with the blood that still leaked from her abused cunt and ass.

She cried out, in pain, in fear, in despair, begging the darkness for mercy, begging for death.....


Death that would brewed by the elder servant, death that would take her in the midst of sleep, death that would mimic a simply passing away, from blood loss, from the beating... It was not poison, but instead just a combination of herbs that would simply slow the heart and the breathing....

She trusted the Guard Captain, He had been nothing but kind to her and he elder husband, as he had aged, Byron had placed him on lighter duty, when the cold set in, Byron made sure there were enough blankets. She owed her life to the Master, He had taken their daughter but upon learning of her healing abilities, instead of raping the girl, He had welcomed her and her family into His home, onto His island. Her life here was much better than it ever would have been in the poor village where they were from. Perhaps to some it was not great, but here they had a cottage, always wood for a fire, and always food on the table, thanks to the Master.... she owed her life as well to the Guard Captain, who had befriended both she and her daugter. She often wished He would take a liking to he daughter, for she knew He would make a fine husband for her. But that had yet to happen. But it was the Guard Captain who had defended both she and her daughter when the decaying disease had eaten away at one guard's mind and he had attacked them with no provocation. Had he not intervened, surely she would be dead and her daughter raped.

The Master had commended the Guard Captain for His bravery.

She offered her undying loyalty and friendship to Him. That was why, in the dark, in her cottage, she prepared the tea He wished.

She brought it to Him, less than an hour after He requested. Her daughter had returned with the food, and He was enjoying the simple dinner of bread, fruits and roasted pheasant.

Paine was awake as well, altho barely conscious, and it was only to allow her to eat. She was asleep again moments later.

"Captain... the "tea" You requested" she whispered softly, as he daughter cleaned up, "may it serve it's purpose".. She handed Him a small bottle, medicines were often referred to as teas....

Another guard appeared to relieve the Captain... He was a burly man named Derek, he nodded when the Captain told him that Paine was not to leave the room under any circumstances other than to visit the bathing chamber if needed, and then ONLY with the elder and daughter servants at her side. He ordered blankets and a feather mattress to be brought in so the 2 could sleep there overnight, for as long as needed.

Gwen heard sounds, noises, screams, her own screams, as she relived the rape and beating over and over again in her mind. She cried uncontrollably, begging, praying, wishing for death, and begging forgiveness of the darkness , the ever silent, all consuming darkness.

 

[karnelman]

Byron nodded as he took the small bottle form the woman. He slipped it into the pocket of his waistcoat. As soon as his relief arrived he slipped out of the room without a word. There was nothing he could say. He had already asked the older woman to risk her life along with his. He did not wish there to be any other with knowledge of his plan. His first destination was to check on the master.

He knocked lightly on the door to Jacques study. As there was no answer he carefully opened the heavy door. Fortunately, that door did not creak like so many others in the castle. In the dim light of a nearly spent candle, Byron could see his master sleeping in his chair. He carefully close the door and hurried down the back stairway. Byron had no idea how much time he had to complete his mission of mercy. If the master awoke and discovered him in the dungeon he knew his life would be forfeit an he would die in a most horrible manner.

As he reached the bottom of the steps he could hear Gwen’s plaintive cries beyond the dungeon door. He quickly entered and closed the door behind him.

“Be quiet girl, you do not wish to bring the master back down here,” He spoke in a soft gentle tone.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the maid silenced her moans and pleas for death.

“Ah, Byron, are ye here for another fuck?” She asked with venom in her voice.

“Please Gwen, forgive me, I had naught a choice. But I have come to help if the help I offer be your desire,” He said sadly as he lit a small candle and approached the girl.

He stared in utter horror at the gash upon Gwen’s belly. He had not seen what caused such an abomination on the maid’s flesh. The blood had clotted and begun to form a hideous scab. The gash itself was surrounded by black and blue marks. Whatever had cut her open had also bruised the area around the awful gash.

“I am sorry too, I know you had no choice in this. I also know you cannot help me without facing the same fate as I. I but can pray for a quick death,” She said as she started to sob.

“That is the help I bring,” Byron said sadly as he withdrew the small bottle from his waistcoat.

He had killed before, usually at the behest of one or another master. He had always when he could been merciful in dealing the end. This time would be different. He had never before killed to spare the possibility of future suffering, nor had he ever killed a friend. Though he was nearly sure the girl would die after much more pain at the hands of the master, he could not be certain. He had seen Jacques emerge from the darkness and spare others in the past. But it seemed unlikely Gwen would be so fortunate.

“If you drink this liquid, you will feel no pain as you slip away. Decide quickly, if death be an escape you wish,” He said as tears welled up in his eyes.

“Aye, but yours surely are a saint. Fore ye came to me I was praying to the angels to take me away. They sent me you! Please, give it to me the elixir of peace quickly and be gone, I wish naught to be the cause of any harm coming to you,” She pleaded almost joyfully.

Byron uncorked the bottle and raised it to her parched lips. She struggled to swallow every drop. When the bottle was empty a slight smile formed on her lips. Byron extinguished the candle and crept from the evil room. He was fortunate that he did not tarry. The master’s fitful sleep had come to an end and he was already shaking the cobwebs from his mind. As Byron passed the door to the study, Jacques came to his feet and bellowed for a wench to attend him. The captain himself answered the call.

“My lord, are you in need of assistance? I happened to be passing this way and heard your call.” He said in his most subservient tone.

“I am in need of a wench to tend to my bath!” The master barked.

“My lord, I fear with Gwen in chains and her sister still abed with her injury, there is no one in this wing to hear your call. Perhaps I can fetch another girl for you?”

“Yes bring me the young one that tends to our guest. She should make for a delicious bath,” Jacques ordered.

Unable to deny the master, Byron quickly went to fetch the daughter of his old friend. He knew it likely that after this day the girl who had just that spring reached adulthood would no longer be a virgin. He hoped the master was at least be gentle.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The elder mother had tried to prepare her daughter for just this... situation. The fact that she had not attracted a Guard for a Husband only made the fact that the Master would take her a sure thing. Oft times even if she had attracted a Guard, if He wished her, it was He who took her virginity, before being given back to said Guard. It did not always happen that way, there were a few in the Master's Castle and lands that had not felt His touch, but they were few and far between.

Her daughter, Kilea, was a pretty girl , with a fall of long, straight dark hair, highlights of her father's blonde intermingled. She was slender, petite, and had just turned 18 summers old this past season. She was learning her mother's healing talents, and had managed to stay out of trouble with the Master. She was a quiet, respectful girl, and again the Elder wished that the Guard Captain had taken more notice of her, but that... was not to be.


Kilea was not necessarily ready when Captain Byron told her that she was summoned to the Master's chambers to assisst Him with His bath. She knew what that meant, and she was scared. After hearing the horrific screams of the girl Gwen, knowing that He had inflicted the pain, ordered the rape, after seeing the girl Paine, and the whip lashings along her backside, and knowing that no other raised a whip in this Keep... and knowing that being deflowered, more times than not, caused pain, blood, and... she shivered thinking about it. But she had no choice, and that she knew.

"I will go to Him right away" Kilea whispered, hugging her mother, and nodding to Captain Byron. She slipped quietly out of the room, not wanting to disturb the sleeping Paine...

She made her way quickly, and quietly, to His chamber, pausing just outside for a breif moment. She looked down at herself. She was wearing nothing more than a plain forest green dress, a gold satin belt about her waist. Her hair tied back in a tight braid, hanging over one shoulder. She had no chance to bathe, to put on the scented oils that she knew men liked, to pretty her face, her eyes, again as she knew men liked. Taking a deep breath, she went to her knees at the door, knocking lightly and pushing it open when He answered.

"Master... I have come as requested... may Your humble servant enter?" she asked, her eyes down, her body trembling slightly, there on her knees at His doorway...

When His permission was given, she crawled to His feet. Her mother had told her... you are the slave, the servant, he is the dominant, in all but healing. When you serve Him, and you will... always be respectful and obediant, again except in healing.... He will defer to you in healing, but ONLY if he trusts you and you are respectful... do you understand daughter?... Kilea understood all too well...

"I am told You desire assisstance with Your bathing .... Master.... I can draw the bath of heated water, and provide the soaps needed... Master... whatever You desire... " her voice was soft, yet easily heard, low, and pretty.. she not lifting her eyes... not yet at least...

 

[karnelman]

"I am told You desire assisstance with Your bathing .... Master.... I can draw the bath of heated water, and provide the soaps needed... Master... whatever You desire... "

“Undress me first, girl. Then go to my bathing chamber. You should find the fire still lit under the cistern. Fill the tub and then remove you garments. I have found that a naked wench does a better job of bathing,” He instructed casually.

The command to undress him was more of a test than an actual desire. He generally attended to his dressing. He was not born a nobleman and therefore was not used to the trappings. The only reason he did not bathe himself was because he enjoyed having a naked wench attend to him. The girl, even knowing his commands were absolute law and to even hesitate meant punishment, was a bit hesitant, keeping her eyes averted.

“Well, girl, have you not been properly trained in how to attend to a man? Why is it you will not look upon me, wench? Is my body so hideous to thine eyes?” He asked, again testing the poor girl.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea had not even realized she had hesitated. She had heard His command, but her body had not moved, not as quickly as it should. She was frozen in place by one thought, the realization that she was about to see Him naked, fully naked... Kilea had not see a naked man since she was younger and had seen her older brother naked, and that had been by accident.

She had been raised by proper parents, shielded from sex until she understood what it was, and even tho it had been explained to her, her parents had taught her that it was improper to gaze upon another naked, whether the same sex , but moreso, the opposite. Kilea had taken that lesson to heart, not even gazing upon the whores the Master or the guards sometimes were seen with, she had not even stared at Eve's naked body during the bathing and treating of her wounds. Kilea had focused on the wounds, not the sex, of the girl.

But she knew that with the Master, all that was about the change.

As these thoughts raced willy nilly thru her young mind, she indeed did hesitate...

“Well, girl, have you not been properly trained in how to attend to a man? Why is it you will not look upon me, wench? Is my body so hideous to thine eyes?”

Kilea knew what she was too do, altho He was right in one respect, she had never "attended" a man this way before.

She lifted her pretty eyes to Him, answering right away... "Master... forgive Your servant... I do understand what I must to do attend to Your needs, I am sorry for making You wait...." she got to her feet, circling around the back of Him.. He was still wearing the clothing He had on the night prior when He had beaten Gwen... Both His breeches and shirt were spattered with a bit of blood, Gwen's blood, from when He tore open her belly with the vicious bullwhip... Kilea reached around front of Him, letting Him feel the softness of her curves along His back, she remembering her mother telling her, males love to feel the female body against them... her breathing was slow and steady, allowing her breasts to gently move against Him... one by one she unbuttoned His shirt... "I will have this cleaned for You... Master" she whispered in His ear... SHe hoped.... prayed... she was doing what she was supposed to...

The shirt came open and she stepped back, sliding it down over His shoulders and arms and off....

"Master..." she again whispered... "You are far from hideous... I would look upon You in want... in need...Master... and not otherwise.. " she answering the last half of His statement... Kilea was going on pure instinct, and what her mother had told her, shown her, as she had matured. Kilea had been taught to be always pleasing, especially if the Master summoned her... The only reason none of the guards had made a play for the virgin girl was because she had only just come of age, and... many thought she had eyes for the Captain... Byron... and none wished to step on his toes...

Once more she moved around the front of the Master. She was trembling, that was something she could not seem to control, as she lowered to her knees , reaching for and loosening His breeches... His boots were pulled free, this followed by His breeches, and His underthings. He was left standing in the warm chamber, for there was a fire burning in the hearth... naked, His semi-erect cock just before her face.

Kilea blushed, unable to help that reaction, before tearing her eyes away from it and looking up at Him...

"I will draw the water for Your bath now... Master... " her mouth and breath so close to His cock that the warm caresses over Him as she speaks...

 

[karnelman]

"I will draw the water for Your bath now... Master... "

He smiled as he stood naked watching her walk toward the bathing chamber. The darkness had left him. He was feeling good and knew he would enjoy deflowering the pretty servant girl. Few got to see his gentle side. It was well reserved for but a select few. Included amongst those had always been the daughters of those servants he thought to be loyal and trusted. To him those girls were almost his own family. As the lord of the land it was his duty to break them in and part of that duty he felt was to teach them to enjoy the pleasures of lying with a man. He thought perhaps once broken in that this one would make a good gift for his captain.

His good captain, Byron had served him so well. Just the previous eve he had helped to teach a treacherous servant bitch her lessons. For a moment the master’s eyes flashed with rage as he thought of the wench that even then hung lifeless in the dungeon. Of course he had no idea that she was already dead. He only knew that he would soon return to finish what he had started. He knew that she would die screaming at his hand. He shocked his head and sent those thoughts away. Now it was time for different pleasures. Pleasures he seldom allowed himself. He willed away the darkness as he continued to think of the girl and Byron.

Jacques knew that Byron was not a man within who burned with the same desires that burned within he himself. He knew Byron was at heart a gentle man for whom many of the things he was asked to do were beyond his nature. This endeared the captain to his master even more so than if Byron was a man who lusted to torture and kill. Byron’s loyalty was unquestioned and unquestioning. He did as he was commanded. He would kill for his master as well as lay down his own life if need be. Yes the captain deserved to have the pretty young girl for his wife as soon as she was properly trained to please him.

Jacques walked across the room and entered the bathing chamber. Steam rose from the nearly scalding water the girl had filled the tub with. The master stood almost as if displaying himself as he watched the girl attend to her work. He smiled as he spoke.

“Well, girl, it seems you have forgotten one of my instructions. You were to have stripped off you own clothing. There is no shame, you have seen me and it is fitting that I should see your beautiful body as well,” He said in a gentle, kindly tone.

The girl looked at him a bit perplex as she had never heard such a tone form the master before. He just looked at her with a relaxed smile. His eyes were soft and reassuring. He seemed nothing like the tyrannical master the inhabitants of the island knew so well.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea busied herself with filling the bathing basin with the heated water. It was near scalding, with whisps of steam rising from the surface, but she knew that it would cool quickly as it sat, and her practice had been, when drawing a bath for others, was to add a last bucketfull of cold water. It always worked to make the temperature perfect.

She did not hear Him enter, but of course she would not. His feet were bare and silent on the cool stone floor.

“Well, girl, it seems you have forgotten one of my instructions. You were to have stripped off you own clothing. There is no shame, you have seen me and it is fitting that I should see your beautiful body as well,”

She froze for a moment, realizing that she indeed had forgotten He had wished her to remove her clothing. She had busied herself with filling the basin...

"Forgive me Master, indeed I did forget" she would not lie to Him and say she did not hear Him say that like some others may, no... she forgot and admitted it readily, bowing her head, eyes down. She did not hesitate either, as much as the idea of being naked before Him make her blush, Kilea knew what was going to happen, she had to accept it, and hope He would be gentle with her....

Gwen's screams echoed in her mind for a brief moment, before she cast that memory back...

She slipped off the gold satin belt, setting it aside near the corner of the bathing chamber. She could feel His eyes on her, watching, roaming over her curves, His gaze was heated, intense, making her tremble just alittle... The dress was loosened, the buttons in the back opened and she let it slip down, freeing her arms, sliding over her hips, to pool on the floor at her feet.

Kilea was a simple peasant girl, her undergarments were nearly non-existant. No bra held the swell of her breasts... both were a bit more than a good sized handful, tipped with pale pink nipples, as opposed to Paine's much darker complexion and much darker, and larger nipples.

Her panties were slipped down her long, lithe legs.. Her hips were not as rounded as the darker girl's, Paine's, and her belly more flat and her ass a bit smaller, the soft downy curl of the hair that veiled her virgin nether region was a pale brown.. almost an dark golden color, like the hair upon her father's head. It was obvious this was the daughter of the older pale guard that most knew so well..

Her braid hung still over that shoulder, the tip tickling the nipple of her left breast as she stood there... bared for His view. She knew better than to try and hide herself, and instead her hands rested behind her, clasped at the small of her back. Her cheeks were flush with her nervousness, and she could feel the heat building beneath her skin..

"Forgive me Master... I am a virgin and not accustomed to being bared for a Man's eyes... " She could not cease her slight trembling, and was afraid that, and her blush, would anger Him. Her eyes were fixed on the floor before her, and it was there that she saw His feet appear as He stood before her.

 

[karnelman]

As he watched the young virgin strip for him his manhood began to swell slightly. Deflowering the sweet young lady was just what Jacques tortured soul needed. He absentmindedly reached down and fondled his growing cock for a moment as she bared her untouched pink nipples. He was pleased that though she clearly was scarred and a bit embarrassed to undress in front of him she so readily complied with his request. He somehow knew that he would never have to lay a hand on this ones smooth, white ass.

"Forgive me Master... I am a virgin and not accustomed to being bared for a Man's eyes... "

He smiled at her as he stepped forward moving slowly toward her.

“After this day you will no longer be a virgin and soon you will be quite accustomed to baring your beautiful body to my eyes. It is my duty and pleasure as master of this land to teach you the joys of adult play between a man and a woman. You are a delicate flower that I will teach to be a fiery bed mate,” He said as he came within inches of the nervous young woman.

He reached out and took her hand in his. Raising her hand to his face he softly kissed her trembling fingers. Then he guided her hand down between his legs. He helped her first cup his full heavy ball sack and then directed her fingers along his growing shaft. He helped her trace the large vein that runs along his rigid member. As he showed her the feel of a man he began to gently caress her breast with his other hand. His large hand engulfed her pale perky tit. He toyed carefully with her hardening pink nipple as he continued to guide her exploration of his engorged cock.

“Now that you know the feel of me and my touch, it is time that you bathed me.”

He stepped away from the astonished girl and climbed into the steamy tub.

“Come join me, sweet thing. When both our bodies are cleansed I shall take you to my bed chamber and teach you what it is to lie with a man,” He said with a warm smile.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The hardness of Him felt... strange at first.. to her hand as He slowly guided her, allowing her to softly stroke Him.. her delicate palm and fingers moving over the surface of His cock. He was warm, rock hard, yet she somehow had expected it to be... slimey... and it was not. Kilea found that she liked the feeling in her hand, like the ridges and the veins, and... He was rather large.. it had not yet occurred to her that He would be putting that very large member of His inside of her, inside a small, tight opening. It had not occurred to her.... yet....

His hand caressing her breast was sending gentle tingles thru her, she herself had touched her own breast, during bathing, as well as from just being curious. But the sensations she was feeling from His hand were so much more... intense.. than what her own hands had done... a low sound, a moan, ripples past her lips as He touches her and she Him, her eyes looking up into His, she unable to look away...

“Now that you know the feel of me and my touch, it is time that you bathed me.”

He stepped back, leaving her trembling as she stood there, she could feel a dampness between her legs, a dripping of her own arousal, her nipples were hardening, darkening, especially the one He had been playing with.

“Come join me, sweet thing. When both our bodies are cleansed I shall take you to my bed chamber and teach you what it is to lie with a man,”

"Yes... Master" she managed to whisper, the fear clearly showing in her quivering voice. The realization that He would indeed be pushing His hard, thick cock into her now just hitting her. She knew what sex was, knew very well what it was, and in knowing that she knew that a woman's first time was quite often painful... very painful... and bloody... it was not something that Kilea looked forward to.. even tho she knew sex after that would feel wonderful...

She stepped into the steaming water as well, settling behind Him, He leaning back against her, her legs parting to offer him a soft cradle to settle in, her body being His pillow. The swell of her breasts pressing along His back, arms coming around His torso, His ass now nuzzling her sex... She had left the sponge, soaked in His favorite soaps, within reach and now grasped it, dipping it into the water and beginning to caress His skin, washing Him, cleansing Him, she feeling Him relax.

How could this be the Man that had made Gwen scream as she had, she wondered, even tho she did not know the details of what He had done to the servant girl...

Her breath played along the back of His neck as she bathed Him, warm and tickling, her fingers dancing on His skin.. She found herself becoming more and more aroused.. the Master was truely a handsome man, and many a maiden dreamed of the night He would take them, even Kilea had fantasies about it, dreams she would never admit, and now, she was in His presence, naked, bathing Him, and soon, He would take her, take her virginity...

"MMMMMaster" she moaned into His ear... the sound and word escaping her lips without thought...

 

[karnelman]

The feel of the naked girls body against him and her warm soapy hands roaming over his flesh, was both erotic and relaxing. Jacques nestled back against her for a time and then took the sponge from her hand.

“My turn, stand and let me wash your beautiful body,” He ordered softly.

The girl, stood as ordered and her master began to run the sponge and his hand over her tingling flesh. He washed her from her feet to her neck, paying special attention to her crotch and tits. The girl giggle as his soapy fingers touched her in the most intimate places. When he was done and she was rinsed, he stood and beckoned her to thoroughly wash his cock and balls, explaining that he needed to be very clean there. When she finished with that they exited the tub of now gray water and she dried the two of them. Though she had tried to cover herself with a towel, the master would not allow it.

“Sweet thing you are beautiful and when we are together like this, alone, I want you to be naked so that I can enjoy your beauty fully,” He said in a gentle sweet tone as he took the towel from her.

Taking her hand he led her to the bedchamber and sat her upon the edge of his big bed. He stood in front of her with his large fully erect cock only inches from her. He smiled as he looked upon her sweet innocent face. He reached out and caressed her head, letting his fingers tangle in her locks. He knew he would have to guide her actions and teach her how to pleasure a man.

“It is time you learned the ways of lovemaking. Fondle my manhood gently and bring your warm soft lips to me,” He panted.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea could not deny that she was scared.. If it had been any other Man, she may not have been nearly as nervous, but this was the Master, and to anger Him, well, she had heard what could and would happen to one who angered Him, she had heard Gwen's screams...

He had bathed her, dried her, lead her to His bed... Kilea looked up at Him, her eyes wide, open and vunerable... His hand slipping into her long dark mane, fingers entwining, but not pulling, not hurting, only holding steady...

“It is time you learned the ways of lovemaking. Fondle my manhood gently and bring your warm soft lips to me,”

"yes.... Master" she whispered, those hushed words caressing over His cock, so close to her lips, He could feel the softness of her breath, the warmth... her hands came up to His length, one wrapping about Him, the other first resting on His thigh, before slipping underneath to gently fondle His balls, her palms were soft, slender fingers loose... she felt Him rock His hips slightly, and she began to stroke Him, her eyes watching His face for acceptance.. desperately afraid she would do something wrong...

"Does that feel good ... Master?" she asked... wanting to know if she were doing it right, again because He was who He was... her one hand still slowly and gently slipping along His cock... feeling the veins, the long ridge underneath, the smoothness of the head of Him...

Kissing it was a whole other issue tho, that she hesitated on, altho she knew it was something she would have to do, and be expected to do...

 

[karnelman]

"Does that feel good ... Master?"

He nodded and smiled his approval. It did feel good, very good. He liked watching the young virgin as she tentatively fondled a man for the first time. Noting her hesitation in bringing her lips to his throbbing cock he reached down and gently caressed her flowing wet hair. He touched her cheek lightly as he slipped his other hand behind her head. He softly nudged her head forward.

“It is ok, sweet thing. There is no shame in doing these things. It is natural for men and women to please each other in many ways. Please let me feel the warmth of your lips caress my manhood. Let me know the pleasure that you can give.”

He wanted her first time to be gentle. He could easily have forced her to suck his aching cock. He could as he had with others, grab her head pull her to him and ram his cock into her mouth. He could fuck her face or any other part of her he chose and none would come to her defense. But he wanted a willing lover. He wanted her to see the joy in carnal coupling. He smiled as he waited for her to take her first taste of cock.