The Island (Closed)

[karnelman]

Jacques lay back enjoying the pleasure the young woman was so affectionately lavishing on him. Though a total virgin she clearly had natural talent and her lack of experience was easily overcome by her enthusiasm. He playfully caressed her wherever his hands fell. There was no urgency and no roughness. His touch was gentle and he lay smiling, enjoying and relaxed. Soon Kilea’s lips and tongue began to cause rumblings deep inside the master’s loins. His seed was boiling up as he neared release. Of course she had no way of reading the signs. No way to prepare for her first mouthful of male cum.

The master gasped and his body jerked slightly. His cock spasmed in her mouth and then his seed flowed from his body. His orgasm was more a calm, slow release than the nearly violent erupting climax he usually experienced. He liked the feeling of peace that came over him as the girl continued to lavish affection on his manhood while he lay panting and contented. After a few more minutes he reached for her. He pulled her up into an embrace. He kissed her softly and closed his eyes. He was more relaxed and comfortable than he had been in a long while. He fell asleep with the naked virgin laying atop him.


Down in the dungeon, despite the potion given him, Byron had awakened. At first he wasn’t sure where he was. The dark and the potion left him dazed and a bit confused. The pain in his wrists and the cold chill of the stone wall on his bare ass quickly reminded him of his fate. Though hanging shackled to the dungeon wall, naked was a cold, uncomfortable experience. The true agony was contemplating the future. Byron knew his future was indeed bleak. He had dishonored and disobeyed his friend and master. In addition he had even moved against the master. He knew that how would have not done more than pull Jacques away from the girl, but his movements could have easily been seen as an attack. He also knew well the cruelty the master was capable of when he was so dishonored by a trusted servant. Byron imagined he would be in for the worst torture as he was both servant and friend. He imagined he would suffer greatly before being sent to meet the devil. He imagined that he might even be brutally raped as he had been forced to do to Gwenn.

But his own fate was not the worst of it for him. Even as he remained chained and helpless he thought of Paine, above him in the castle being taken over and over again by his men. Even those in the guard that might feel pity for the girl would still fuck her good and hard at the master’s order. They would not put themselves or their families in jeopardy for the castaway. Besides he had seen such scenes many times. Men seem to be taken over by the frenzy of the gang rape. He himself had been overcome by the lust of such situations, a group of men and a helpless naked female. Watching the others grunting as they take whichever of her holes they choose; at times seeing her used by more than one man at a time. Soldiers are by nature violent men. Though they might treat wives, lovers and their children with tenderness, but given the right situation they would well enjoy brutal sex with some hapless female they know not.


In Paine’s room the scene was not at all what the captain imagined. Though she was about to be used for the pleasure of a soldier. A guardsman, a middling officer that knew the captain was detained and the master was otherwise occupied had discovered Paine’s guard unconscious. Upon checking on the prisoner he found her asleep, he naked body uncovered on the bed. The sight of the female laid helpless and available stirred the lust in the soldier. He was one of the more brutal of Jacques’s men. He had no family and took his pleasures has he found. He moved to the cot and fondled the girl’s exposed intimate areas. When she didn’t awake, he unlaced his britches and allowed them to fall to the floor. As he climbed atop the sleeping girl he pushed down his underpants releasing his rigid cock. It was only as he moved to enter her that he looked upon her face. He shook his head in revulsion at the face he saw. She was as homely as he had heard and now her mouth was bruised from the hard kisses of her rape. Of course her looks were of little importance to the soldier. She could have been a beast of the field as long as she had a cunt.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea thought to herself that this was not so bad. She really had not known what to expect with the Master, as well as oral sex or regular sex. Stories, as with rumors, tended to vary widely even in the Castle. Painful sex. Not painful sex. Gross tasting oral sex. Girls who spit it out, others who swallowed. Kilea had ignored most of the stories. She knew she would find out someday for herself, why listen to the ramblings of others which would only scare her.

His cock did not taste bad, altho the slightest taste of Paine was still laced upon the length. He did not force it down her throat, gagging her, which was a favorite horror story of some of the other servant girls.... stories of gagging, choking... He allowed her to take Him in as deep as she could. It was not all the way, her throat was not used to relaxing for something like this, but the warmth of her mouth did envelope Him, her lips tight, her tongue caressing.

And no, she did not realize when He was about to cum. The only thing she really realized, was when the grasp in her hair tightened as His hips lifted slightly. A mere moment later and her mouth was filled with His seed, heated spurts shooting down her swallowing throat. Kilea closed her eyes, concentrating on swallowing, drinking from Him, not wanting to upset Him by drawing back or spitting it out. Her low whimpers rippled lightly against His spasming cock, but she managed to swallow all that He gave her....

She pulled free of His cock, taking a deep, needed, gasp of air. She had not expected Him to spill His seed into her mouth. She had thought that He would use her mouth as a prelude to taking her virginity... she was wrong. He pulled her into His arms, she lain atop of Him, a almost loving kiss offered, she of course accepting.

Kilea fell asleep, the warmth of His embrace and the quiet beat of His heart relaxing her. His steady breathing matching her own. Again, for a brief moment she wondered how He could have been as cruel as she imagined He was with the ugly girl, and some compassionate and gentle with her. He was a complex man....

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Paine was deep asleep, but not even the herbal mixture of the wine that had been given her could take her to a deeper dreamless sleep. As much as her mind and body wanted, needed to retreat into that world of oblivion, neither could not. She stirred slightly, a low moan escaping her lips as she did so.

"No.. NOOOO" Paine screamed in her dream, as the Master stood back, revealing a line of men, His men, awaiting to take their own pleasure from the girl. Paine stared in horror at the naked men, well, semi-naked. All were lacking pants, but all were still wearing their tops, their guard uniforms. There was no mistaking who they were.

Wild eyes stared at them, then back at the Master, she widening those dark eyes at what she saw. A monster, a beast, had taken the place of the Master, with a wolf like snout and fangs, horns curling from His head, taloned fingers.. He was snarling.... no... He was laughing... the sound was obscene, chilling, mingling with her screaming as the first guard climbed onto the bed....

She tried to fight, to push him away, but she was held down, tied down, all she knew was that she could not move...

"NOOOOOOO ... GOD NOOOO... " she howled... in her dream as the man mounted her, ignoring her cries, plunging his hard cock into her sore cunt... "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"

Paine startled awake, eyes snapping open, despite the drink she had been given. Indeed she was being mounted, a guard rearing over her. Her legs were spread, he had his hand around his hard cock, about to thrust into her.. She tried to scream, her body tensing, breath catching, but he grabbed the nearby pillow and shoved it down over her face, silencing her scream. She clawed at his hand, as he held the pillow down with one hand, bracing himself on the bed with the other and rammed forward with his hips, his cock plunging into her dry, tight, sore, pussy.

Back arching, she screamed into the pillow, the pain tearing thru her. The guard paid her no attention. The tightness gripped him, muscles spasming around his invading cock. Paine cried into the pillow, trying to breath, he finally pulling it from her face and dropping it to the floor with a quiet huff.

He filled her... thrusting deeply into her near virgin sex... a scream came from her throat again, and again, even as her body responded and wetness began to flow around his plunging cock. A pink hue from her recently taken virginity, blood still sprang froth at this new rape. Paine beat at him, trying to push the grunting man off her, but she was weak, disoriented, and no match for the rutting guard atop her.

He rammed into her, liking the feel of the struggling, albeit ugly girl under him, she arching her back, screaming, grabbing at him, nails raking into his back, she lifting her head, biting into his shoulder at the pain, he swearing at the girl as she let go, but he did not stop. The whole of the bed rocked under his exertions, she groaning with every bucking of his hips into her.

She was wet now, a wash of fresh blood, and her own lubrication, coating him... she felt his mouth.. his hands.. his tongue... lips... cock... upon her.. he bit into her nipple, she shrieking in pain, trying to pull his head from her breast, her fingers not able to get purchase in his short hair... "Bitch" he growled, pulling out of her, he grabs her and flips her to her belly.


Paine clawed at the bedding, trying to get away from him, she was sobbing, crying, begging.. "please.. PLEASE STOP" but he paid her no attention, grabbing her hips with his large hands and driving his aching cock into her dripping pussy... over and over.. deeper with each thrust, his balls slapping wetly into her marked ass...

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Kilea woke suddenly, hearing the screams of the girl down the hall. They were not far from the chamber that held the captive, and it was obvious that the captive's door must have been standing open for her to hear the scream as well as she did.

The whole of her form went tense, tears springing to her eyes. What was happening to the girl??

Kilea was tempted to get up and run, run to help her. But that would only place her in the same position as the girl. She was not sure she could survive that, she was not sure that Paine could. Kilea lowered her head, laying it to the Master's chest. Whatever was happening to her, He had ordered it. She whimpered softly, just wanting it to be over for her, for Paine.

 

[karnelman]

The girl’s stirring woke Jacques from his peaceful slumber. Even though Kilea tried not to disturb and had laid her head back upon his chest, consciousness slowly returned to the master. As soon as the veil of sleep lifted, he heard Paine’s cries of protest and anguish. He first thought that perhaps he was dreaming as it seemed impossible that his orders were yet again being disobeyed. But the light coming through his window and the feel of the sweet young woman’s flesh against him convinced him it was no dream.

“Get me my robe!” He barked, once again succumbing to the darkness and allowing the tyrant to come forth. “There seems to be something amiss.”

She sprang from the bed and had his robe in hand as he rose. She quickly helped him on with it and he left her alone in his chamber with instructions. When he arrived at Paine’s room he found the guard asleep in the hall and the door open. He spied the senior guardsman mounting the castaway like a common hunt dog does his bitch. He bounded into the room just as others arrived to see what caused the disturbance. Jacques grabbed the soldier’s collar and yanked him off the girl, roughly tossing the startled man to the floor. Not realizing it was the master that interrupted his pleasures the guard went to take an offensive posture. He froze upon seeing the master standing over him.

Jacques called to an arriving guard demand his sword. The gleaming, razor-sharp blade was immediately delivered to the enraged master. Jacques brought the sharp blade down between the soldier’s legs easily castrating him. As the soldier’s crimson life force leaked onto the floor his screams echoed off the walls. The master gave the man only a few moments to contemplate life without his testicles before severing the man’s head before the horrified on-lookers. One of the on-lookers a maid was ordered to take Paine to another room. The prisoner was to be bathed, her injuries tended to, clothing and food provided. Before the maid took Paine away, Jacques pulled the terrified castaway into an embraced and whispered something only she could hear.

“I am sorry for this brute’s actions. I assure that it was not my doing.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Everything happened so fast, one moment she was being raped, brutally, yet again, the next moment, the Guard mating with her was being yanked away, she scrambling frantically to a corner of the bed, against the wall, crying, and shaking so violently that she was finding it hard to breathe. The Master stood now between where she was cowering and the guard who was demanding who was interrupting his fun.

A moment later, the keening howl of the guard's screams tore thru her. She watching in horror as first the man was castrated, his head then severed. The Master never even flinched, blood pouring and pooling on the floor as the body convulsed, thudding around in the expanding pool of red before settling and stilling, finally.


When the Master reached for her, she honestly thought the next strike would be for her, severing her own head, or worse, that He would rape her with the sword, a thought so foul, and so terrifying, that she could not even bring to voice a pleading for mercy. She went white, knowing she did not want to die, no matter her desperate thinking, and honestly believing she were about to.

But altho He still held the blood drenched sword in hand, He instead pulled the violently shuddering captive up and to Him, she, in her confusion and fear, clinging to the Master, who only hours before had viciously raped her as well. She was cold, trembling, and crying, even if softly, terrified He was going to do something so utterly horrible to her that before He could speak, she whispered in His ear...

"mmmmmercy.... please..... Mmmmaster" the words were barely audible, and only He could hear them, her voice and breath quivering against His ear...

His answering whisper shocked her, and confused her.. “I am sorry for this brute’s actions. I assure that it was not my doing.”

He was ... apologizing... even tho He had ordered her gang rape from His own lips. Paine's heart was beating so hard, and so rapidly, that she was finding it hard to calm down, confusion, terror, and so many other emotions were flooding her senses.

The Maid, who could not even look at the body that lay upon the floor, came to His side when He beckoned to her and taking the hand of the shaking girl, helped lead her out of the carnage. Paine, in her confusion, did not want to leave His embrace, but He gently loosened her grip on Him and sent her with the Maid. Turning her dark eyes to Him, she met His gaze, and instead of seeing the horrible monster that had so hurt her, raped her, that had made her wish for death, she saw a Man who had actually saved her from another rape, or at least tried to, even tho the guard had already mounted her.

She saw the Man that Marisa had loved....



The Maid did exactly as instructed, bathing her, helping her to dry, she then clothed her in a simple black dress, one that the servants wore when the Master was entertaining guest. Simple, clean, and figure flattering with a V-neck and a long flowing skirt that was perfect for serving, kneeling, which of course the servants did alot of, and dancing, when it was requested. The Maid even tied back Paine's wild, still damp hair, in a black ribbon, thinking that it showed off her unique face. She, herself, did not think the girl as ugly as others had.

Food was brought, but Paine ate very little. She appreciated the drink tho, savouring the cool fresh water and the hot tea that was provided. She had calmed down some, now that she was cleansed, any wounds attended to, a rather nasty bruise colored the right side of her face, and her thrist was satisfied. Quietly she thanked the Maid, who left once all was done. Paine could have gotten up and walked out of the room, if she so desired. But she would not. She had learned her lesson well, she dared not move until He came for her.

Staring at the floor, every so often she would tremble. She said a silent prayer for Byron. When the Master arrived, whether that an hour from now, or several hours, she already knew she would beg for mercy, not for herself, but for Byron, caught up in all this, innocent, she felt completely responsible for what had happened to Him. She would throw herself at His feet, and beg, and do whatever He desired. She would not say NO again to the Master... Paine, at least for the moment, was broken.

 

[karnelman]

Jacques calmly left the bloody room. He spoke sternly to the guard who had been slumped on the floor by the door during Paine’s ordeal but did not raise a hand to punish. The master was in a most unusual mood. He gave no orders as to the body of the slain soldier. The astonished on-lookers did not know if the body was to be hauled away or left to rot. None cared to make that decision in the absence of orders. The highest ranking officer present ordered a guard to remain on the room until further notice. All were well happy to seemingly have been relieved of further duties involving the strange girl who had seemingly caused so much trouble.

The master went straight to the dungeon and lit a torch. His old friend was chained in the very same spot where Gwen had died. Byron was fading in and out of consciousness. The combination of the ordeals he had suffered and Helena’s potion left him dazed. It was only the recent screams he heard that kept him anywhere near alert. He did not dare speak. For although the master wore a calm continence Byron could see that the evil fire indeed burned in his eyes. Jacques crossed the cold dank room and stood directly in front of his helpless captain.

“Well, my old friend, you have brought forth a terrible dilemma. By rights your body should be resting on a pike beside that disloyal cunt you killed earlier,” Jacques said in an eerily calm tone.

The words stung Byron. Although the master meant killed in an indirect way, Byron could not know that the master had not learned of his treachery. If in fact the master knew of the poison then he would know where it had come from also. The captain could scarcely bear the thought of the kindly woman facing a torturous death.

“However, Byron, you are as close as I have come to having a brother of any kind. My love for you prevents my killing you as I should,” Jacques continued not noticing that Byron had winched at the horrible thought of Helena being punished.

“My dilemma of course is that I can not allow your flagrant disloyalty to go unpunished. But how to punish and not kill?” The master asked himself as he lifted the discarded bullwhip from the cold stone floor.

Even the strong tough old captain found that device terrifying. He had seen earlier how the lick of the tip of its tongue had laid open poor Gwen. Jacques almost smiled when he saw the fear in Byron’s eyes. He snapped the whip causing it to crack only inches from the captive’s toes. Byron jumped and squirmed against his chains.

“Please, Jacques, have mercy for our years of friendship. Take a blade and pierce my heart. I deserve nothing more or less than to be sent to my place in hell. Whip my dead body if you must to show your cruelty. Say the word and I will scream and plead as if you are beating me. All your people will know you power, my brother,” Byron begged weakly.

The captain had used the correct words. Jacques dropped the whip. If the light had not been so dim, Byron would have seen the pools welling in the master’s eyes. Whether it was true or not Byron expressed brotherhood with Jacques. The master walked over and stood inches from the shackled man.

“Why did you do this? Why do you make it so that I can not have a friend any more?” He asked and then spit in Byron’s face.

The master began to pummel his friend’s stomach with hard punches. The blows were more uncomfortable than painful and they were certainly not deadly. Then in a sudden fit, the master raised his knee and drove it hard into Byron’s ball sack. The howls of pain nearly shook the old castle walls.

“You are relived of your command. You shall serve as a sergeant in future. You will be assigned to the cliff guard post,” The master said calmly and then left his old friend writhing in pain.

The cliff guard post was literally carved into the side of the seaside cliffs. Its purpose was to watch for approaching ships. It was wet with sea spy day and night. During heavy storms guards were sometimes ripped from the cliff and toss upon the rocks below. The damp and the cold and the slat and the wind took a heavy toll on those assigned to the post. Byron decided his only hope was to escape the island upon his release from the dungeon. Jacques was weary and headed back to his bed chamber where he found Kilea waiting for him as he had left her. She raised her bowed head and smiled at him. He smiled back as he dropped his robed and joined her in nakedness.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea had not moved from where He had left her, naked in His bed. Despite the horrifying screams that had echoed thru the halls, she had shivered, wrapping her arms about herself at the pitiful sounds, but she had not left His bed.

When He returned, His robe was stained in blood. But Kilea did not let her eyes linger on that, instead lifting her gaze to Him, and offering a welcoming smile. The embrace of her arms was warm, and inviting, she gathering Him to her. She wanted to ask what happened, but dared not. She would learn soon enough, of that she was sure.

She had not heard His interaction with Byron, but she worried for the Guard Captain. Kilea was as much of a loner as the Master, when push came to shove. She had no real friends, her likings did not tend toward what other girls had. She did not wish to fight for the attention of a guard. She did not tempt fate by flirting, or dancing. She wanted to learn healing, so had stayed by Helena's side instead, forgoing friendship... She worried for the Guard Captain, but she worried too for the Master. A friend, a trusted friend, was not an easy thing to gain, let alone loose.

Her fingers glide into His hair, as she feels His own hands slowly roam over her naked flesh...

"Master... are You... ok?"

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The room Paine was in had all that she needed, a bed, a hearth for a warming fire, the instruments to begin such a fire, and a bathing chamber. Amazingly, the door was unlocked, in fact it was open, but Paine closed it, not wanting to be an open invitation for another wayward Guard.

She longed to go to Byron, but was absolutely terrified to do that. For herself and for Him. Instead she curled up on the bed, praying silently that Byron was ok, would be spared, and that the Master would allow Him to live. All she could see in her mind was Jacques, killing the guard that was raping her. Severing his head, his agonized screams suddenly becoming silent.

Paine lay there, feeling so completely alone, and responsible for so much death and pain. "How... how do I make this up to Byron?" she asked herself over and over. Surely the Guard Captain hated her. Just that thought alone hurt her to her very core, she feeling so very cold....

 

[karnelman]

"Master... are You... ok?"

‘I am ok, just weary of what the world brings me. Do not fret for me. I know you heard the screams earlier. It was a wayward guard hurting the castaway. He has been punished. Now go to you home and fetch what things you wish to keep with you. Return quickly and share my bed.” He answered calmly.

Her embrace had felt good and sleeping with a warm soft young woman after such trying days he knew would be good for his soul. The girl slipped on her dress and hurried off to retrieve her things. When she returned she stripped to her skin again without being asked. Jacques took her to bed to sleep. The whole of the house slept through the night for the first time since Paine had been cast upon the island.

In the morning when he awoke he was delighted to find Kilea under his blanket clinging to his body much like a cat. The warmth of her bare flesh against him was a welcome treat to the usual cold awakenings he experienced. He watched her sleep for a time until finally she opened her pretty eyes. He kissed her softly.

“Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well? Remember you wish, well I grant you the right to speak freely when we are alone. You will speak not at all when others are around, but alone in the warmth of our shared bed you do not need fear your thoughts,” He said.

Others were waking. In the dungeon, Byron opened his eyes and felt the combined pain of the blows to his stomach and his lack of food and water for so long. The master had left orders for him to be tended to in the morning. Four guards and a maid entered the dungeon. The sergeant in charge spoke officiously.

“Sir, we have orders to see you are bathed and fed. To do so we must unchain you. If you fight us in any manner our orders are quite strict. We are to subdue you in a most painful manner. I do not wish to do this but as you are aware I will not neglect my orders.”

Byron remembered the master’s knee nearly crushing his testicles and had an idea of what most painful might be referring to. Not that it mattered what they did to him anymore. Death would come soon either at cliff post or during his escape. He had little hope of actually getting off the island. At the same time he had no desire to force his men to carry out orders that included physically punishing their former captain. He stood docilely and allowed the maid to bath him. He sat naked without complaint at the rickety wooden table and gratefully ate and drank what was offered. He was surprised to find he was not to be reshackled to the wall. He was informed that he was to await further instructions. The sergeant added that there would be guards outside the door.

“No! This is not right!” He yelled as if giving an order in battle. “I demand to be provided clothing! If ye not be man enough then I beseech ye to take me to the master and I will lay the demand before him.”

The sergeant was confused and unsure what to do. He did not yet know of Byron’s demotion and therefore thought him still to be commander of the guard. However, his orders were for the captain to remain in the dungeon. Clothes had not specifically been mentioned and making such decisions oneself had never been encouraged.

“Well then sir, I would say it is likely your funeral. Take him to the master’s chambers.”

With a guard on each arm, Byron was led naked up the small stone stairway and down the corridor to the master’s chamber.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Sleep would not come to Paine that night. She paced the room, praying, thinking, crying. She was confused by the actions of the Master. Confused by her feelings for the Guard Captain. She felt so very guilty for His pain, and yes, she had heard Him scream when the Master struck Him. She thought He was being beaten to death, and when the silence came after, in her despair she had fallen to her knees and sobbed, alone, in the dark of the room.

She desperately wanted to go to Byron, but was more than terrified that, if the Master happened to catch her there, Byron would be slaughtered before her eyes. She was not sure she could bare that. It had taken all the self control she had to not go to Him.


The room she was in was afforded a window, more of a skylight, so when morning did rise, the awakening light illuminated the darkness of her chamber. Paine had ceased pacing and was sitting, with her legs drawn up under her, on the bed. She was silent, but the any life in her eyes seemed to be gone. Her inner pain over the Captain, her confusion, her rapes, had taken a toll on the strong willed girl....

She finally got off the bed and opened the door to her room, peering out into the empty hall. She was unsure where she was in relation to the Dungeon, her former chamber, and the Master's private chambers. But she knew she was close, the Maid and she had not walked far after the horrific events of the night prior. Paine did not realize just how close she was to the Master's Chambers until she heard someone, or more accurately, several someone's coming down the hall. Appearing from the darker end, were 2 guards, leading.... Byron... who was naked and bruised.

Paine's eyes widened, and her heart caught in her throat. The flood of emotions that came forth threatened to drown her. Guilt, her feeling of shame, for having caused all this, His pain, His suffering, His punishment, all because she said NO to the Master, all because she had wanted to only lay with a man who loved her, and the Master had refused to understand and accept that. Yet, Paine blamed herself. She looked up, meeting Byron's gaze... her own eyes dull, the sadness within nearly flowing from her..



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Kilea awoke in the Master's bed, she having wrapped herself around Him as she slept naked next to His body.

“Good morning, sweet thing. Did you sleep well? Remember your wish, well I grant you the right to speak freely when we are alone. You will speak not at all when others are around, but alone in the warmth of our shared bed you do not need fear your thoughts,”

"Good Morning.... Master" she whispered, as she sat up and stretched, her back arching, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her fingers slide into and thru her long dark mane, before her arms extended over her head... "I slept ok... tho I must admit, I am not used to sleeping with another." it was a true, and innocent admission.

He had remembered her request, before the hell of the night prior. She would not lecture Him, she would never judge Him. Yet she worried for the Guard Captain, a man she had known since she was young.

"Master, I only ask that You show mercy for Captain Byron. He has been nothing but a kind and gentle man for the entire time I, myself have known Him. I do not know what He did to cross You, Master, I ........ " she paused, hearing the thud of approaching footsteps outside the chamber door, and a loud knocking that followed. Kilea went silent, drawing the blankets about her naked body...

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Paine felt tears in her eyes as the Guards passed with Byron, not looking twice at the ugly wench of a girl. For the moment, their attention was on Byron only.

Paine realized then that the Master's private chamber, was almost directly across from where she herself had spent the night.

 

[karnelman]

"Master, I only ask that You show mercy for Captain Byron. He has been nothing but a kind and gentle man for the entire time I, myself have known Him. I do not know what He did to cross You, Master, I ........ "

He never got the chance to respond to her ridiculous request. Had he had responded it would have been to explain Byron’s treachery. Yet he had already shown mercy and knew he likely would show more. He truly did not want his friend to die on the cliffs. The disturbance annoyed the master.

“Come, if it is important enough to risk your life over!” He yelled.

The guards outside the door refused to open the door as they did not want to further anger the master. Byron, who was far beyond caring shook off the hold of one guard and opened the heavy door. The captain was startled to see Kilea in bed with the master having obviously spent the whole of the night with him. It was not Jacques custom to allow a wench to sleep the night in his chamber. In fact he rarely had servant girls in that room at all. His little sluts as he called them were not deemed worthy of his bed. They were only to be fucked in places befitting their station. Shaking off the surprise, Byron stepped into the master’s room. Suddenly remembering his nakedness he dropped his hands to screen his manhood from young Kilea’s gaze. He was truly embarrassed to stand before the girl he thought of like a niece so exposed.

“How is it that my guards dare to bring a traitorous prisoner before me in my bed?” The master demanded.

The guards were far to frightened to speak, fortunately, all fear had left Byron as he had little to lose.

“Sir, it is my doing that disturbs you. I ask only for basic dignity and as you left no orders regarding clothing the men had no choice but to allow me to present my demand to you,” He explained in a calm firm tone. “Now I demand of you my right as a human to be afforded clothing to shield me from the cold of my prison.”

“You are in no position to demand anything! You betrayed me and therefore have forfeited any rights you may have had in the past. Traitors are lower than the vermin that crawl below my boots! I will forgive the guards as they could not know of your demotion but you have pushed the matter and now must be publicly admonished. Sergeant come here!” The master bellowed, newly enraged by the captain’s demands and his interruption of a pleasant morning.

“Take Byron to the courtyard and chain him to a post. Assemble my people so that they may witness your administering a proper lashing. When the punishment is complete he is to be placed under house arrest in his quarters. He may dress, but not in a uniform. He is no longer a member of my guard,” Jacques instructed. “Byron, I will speak further with you after the noon meal.”

He knew that the sergeant would not severely whip Byron. He would carry out the lashing but it would be no worse than what an errant guardsman would receive for a minor dereliction of duty. Since Jacques did not plan to be present, it would appear that he was being tough when in fact he was letting his friend off rather easy. The master knew he could not appear soft in this matter or he would lose some of his hold on the people. As soon as the door closed and they were again alone he turned to the shivering young woman to explain.

“You may not understand this, but you wish for mercy has been granted. Byron is a traitor; he may well have meant to kill me yesterday. By rights his head should be upon a pike in the courtyard. I do not yet know what the final outcome of this will be. He is indeed my friend and I do not wish to impose harsh sentence. I think perhaps a trial. A jury of the people can decide his fate. What do you think?”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“You may not understand this, but you wish for mercy has been granted. Byron is a traitor; he may well have meant to kill me yesterday. By rights his head should be upon a pike in the courtyard. I do not yet know what the final outcome of this will be. He is indeed my friend and I do not wish to impose harsh sentence. I think perhaps a trial. A jury of the people can decide his fate. What do you think?”

Kilea had watched this all silently, remembering His strict order, she was not to speak with others were present. Altho if one were to look deep within her eyes, one would see the sadness, and the confusion, as to why all this was happening.

Once Byron was gone, she turned to the Master. Kilea could see a sadness in His eyes, as if He did not understand Himself why all this was happening. She surely did not.

Kilea had not been there when He had raped Paine, had not seen Byron's attempted attack. She only knew what she had heard, and even she knew that was never the whole story...

"Master, I can not imagine that Captain Byron would attack You for no reason, or kill You for ANY reason. That goes against everything I know about Him. What would drive Him to do such a thing?" This was Kilea's indirect way of asking what He was doing that would instigate the attack.

She was not even sure if the talk of Him raping Paine had been true. She did not live within the Keep walls, she had not seen nor heard any of it. The stories of the Master being rough with one of His... concubines was well known, and she had seen what He had done to Paine, the beating He gave her, as well as knowing what He had done to Gwen.

But Kilea still found it hard to believe that Captain Byron would just turn on Him, for no reason. She knew she was missing alot of what was happening, but had to be delicate in getting the information from Him, she did not want to upset Him or anger Him for any reason.


****************************************

Paine heard the entire exchange, her heart sinking at the idea of Him being beaten, beaten because of her. And... He was no longer a member of His Guard, let alone the Captain... why was this happening??? The tears flowed, lacing silently down her cheeks. When He emerged with the Guards, Paine quickly ducked back into her room, hearing the Master's door slam shut.

She stuck her head back out a few moments later. And.... against all her better judgement, she left the unlocked room, her bare feet silent along the stone floor of the hall.

Paine followed the trail of the guards.... Byron was strangely quiet. She had seen the look in His eyes in that moment she had met them, as He was being lead down the hall to the Master's chamber. He was suffering because of her, she wanted to fall to His feet and beg Him to forgive her... But all she could do was follow them out into the courtyard. She stayed back and in the shadows as Byron was chained to a post, a bell tolling calling His people to the courtyard.

She did not want to watch, but she could not turn away. Byron was alone, and it was her fault. All her fault. Her back against the wall, she watched, as the Captain of the Guard was viciously beaten before the people. Even Paine knew that it was not the lash that caused His pain... but the shame.... and the despair.. she knew that feeling well...

 

[karnelman]

"Master, I can not imagine that Captain Byron would attack You for no reason, or kill You for ANY reason. That goes against everything I know about Him. What would drive Him to do such a thing?"{/QUOTE]

“He took objection to my actions I suppose. I believe he misguidedly has developed feelings for that horrid bitch that washed upon the shores of my island. Her arrival I am sure is the work of some devil. She seems to be working to destroy us all. Byron knows well that there is nothing that I could do on my island that would justify his actions. That he still breathes is a testament to my fondness for him. He surely can not say he any longer holds any regard for me,” Jacques explained sadly. “Now my sweet, let us share a bath and then a meal.”

Unknown to any but himself, Jacques had made many decisions that morning. As he previously had planned, Kilea would remain his bedmate. Soon he would take her virginity. He had even considered the possibility of making her his wife. But first there was the matter of Paine. He was determined that she would willing lie with him. He would not mate with Kilea until that mission was accomplished. He was not sure yet if he would submit Byron to the people’s judgment. Though such things were becoming the vogue in the courts of the kings he despised, this was still his island and the thought of empowering serfs and soldiers to make judgments was very foreign. Whatever the course of action he had decided that Byron’s punishment could be no more than permanent imprisonment in his quarters. His last decision would have been seen as very curious by any who knew the true content of his heart and his own desires toward the new arrival. He had decided that once Paine willing gave herself to him, it would mean a sort of freedom for her. He knew well she had feelings for Byron and he for her. Jacques knew his own desires for Paine were based on old memories and not current reality. As he could not imprison his friend and doom him to a solitary existence she would become Byron’s wife once she freely fucked her master.


Out in the courtyard the master’s orders were being followed to the letter. Most of the serfs and about half the guardsmen had assembled in the great courtyard to witness Captain Byron being lashed naked to a post, not far from where Gwen’s rotting corpse hung. No one would dare not heed the call of the assembly bell; only those on post or engaged in tasks away from the castle were not present. All avoided looking upon Gwen’s ruined body, but could not help staring in amazement at the captain being readied for punishment. Some had heard rumors of trouble at the castle but no one knew the whole story.

Byron winced despite his efforts to maintain control as the lash licked and stung the flesh of his muscular back. Though the leather tendrils of the vicious torture tool caused physical pain, it was not the worst of it for the former captain of the guard. He knew well he deserved his fate. He had betrayed his friend and master and had he been the one betrayed he himself might well be wielding the lash. The sergeant for his part was being beyond merciful. Byron himself had laid the lash on far worse to wayward guardsmen in the past. Though it did not matter, even if the whip had cut him in half it could not have been more painful than the awful shame he felt. When the lashing was finished Byron asked a favor of the sergeant.

“Please, bring me a covering and allow me to speak to the people. They should know that I brought this upon myself. I want no more suffering over this matter,” He whispered as he was being untied.

The sergeant gave Byron his own vest to use to conceal what of his body he could and stepped back.

“Good people and friends. Do not morn or grow angry over me,” He began in a halting voice. “What you have witnessed is none but mine own doing. My master and friend whom I betrayed has been overly merciful in his judgment of me. Any other man might well have laid open my chest and presented my black heart as evidence of my deceit. More so do not judge the sergeant or any other of the guard for carrying out the just commands of the master. They do their duty well and I am sad that due to my actions I no longer command these fine brave men. I beseech you to take no actions that will bring more sorrow on our island. Now by the grace of the master, I will be remanded to my quarters. Please do not attempt to attend me without word to do so. I will be well I am sure. The master in his good time will make final judgment. I am in the hands of the fates and wish all of you to resist any desire to intercede. Remain the loyal and true servants I know you to be. To my former men I say honor your new captain as you honored me.”

His speech finished he walked off toward his quarters with the guards following behind.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“He took objection to my actions I suppose. I believe he misguidedly has developed feelings for that horrid bitch that washed upon the shores of my island. Her arrival I am sure is the work of some devil. She seems to be working to destroy us all. Byron knows well that there is nothing that I could do on my island that would justify his actions. That he still breathes is a testament to my fondness for him. He surely can not say he any longer holds any regard for me,” Jacques explained sadly. “Now my sweet, let us share a bath and then a meal.”

Kilea listened, her head down, taking in the words, letting the meaning sink iunto her mind. She may have understood better if Helena had told her what she knew, told her of the brutal rape by Him... Him raping Paine, while she screamed.

"I.. don't understand" she whispered, "what has the girl done? What makes her so horrid? She did not come here of her own will, Master, I don't understand. Why would Captain Byron's feelings to her bring forth such.... actions?...."

Kilea knew well that the Master more often than not sampled the girls from His servants, opening them before others, taking their virginity.... but not always. She knew that He also came into possession of girls from the surrounding lands beyond the island, what happened to them was never spoken about.

Kilea wanted nothing more than to understand. She was more intelligent, more inquisitive than the majority of the girls that lived and served in the Keep and on the Island. She just wanted to know... why....

*************************************************

Paine listened to Captain Byron speak. Even given what He had been through, the beating, the humiliation, the pain, the shame, He still called the Master His friend, and He still showed the Man more respect than even Paine could understand. Byron had seen the marks of the Master beating her, had watched Him rape her while she screamed, had suffered at His hand when the Master misunderstood her look to the Captain, had punished both her and Him for feelings that had yet to fully develop... had stripped Him of His life, as effectively as He had stripped hers from her.

Yet...

He was still loyal and devoted to Jacques. Paine struggled to understand this. As the guards and Byron passed by her, she hid in the shadows, not wanting Him to see her.

The people in the courtyard were milling about, murmering amongst each other.

Silently, Paine followed them back into the Keep. Her thoughts kept repeating, awakening in such a strange place, angering the Master of the Island, saying No to His advances... the beating, the rape, Byron's kindness, Byron's punishment, the other rape, the Master actually saving her....

All of this was HER fault.

She wanted to talk to Byron, one last time. She would apologize, beg Him to forgive her...

Then... Paine had made up her mind... she would end her life. It was that simple....

But, Byron's door was guarded, there would be no way to see Him. The guards would never let her near Him.

Paine made her way back to the room... across from the Master's chamber....

She remembered the wine that the younger healer had given her, it helped her sleep. If only she could find some of that tainted wine, and convince the guards to drink it... but that was an impossibility....

The only way she could beg forgiveness from Byron would be to write Him a parchment. Then, she would leave the Keep, while the Master was still either asleep or otherwise occupied.... She knew this was an Island. She would end her life away from this hell, a hell she herself had managed to create....

From a passing servant girl, Paine was given parchment paper and a quill and ink. This was not considered an all that unusal request. None thought to question it.

Sitting down at the small table, she began to write.......

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Captain.... Byron....


There is so much I want to say to You. But it would be better if I kept this to the ...point. Please know that I had wanted to see You, speak to You, one last time, to beg Your forgiveness, and to again thank You for the kindness You showed a stranger.

You, at least, tried to understand.

Thank You for that.

Please forgive me, for the pain, and the humiliation You have suffered. I am nothing, nothing but a girl who only tried to find herself a better life. To suffer for me, because of me, is to suffer for nothing. Please.... Byron.... do not allow Yourself to suffer anymore because of my actions.

If the Master reads this, then please know that Your Captain only showed me kindness and compassion, trying to understand why I refused Your advances. Please do not punish Him anymore, He is loyal to You, to the very depths of His heart. If You doubt this, then speak to the people who witnessed His beating. They will tell You of His loyalty, to You.... His.... Friend....

Byron, Your kind touch and words when I was in pain and frightened, will be what I remember most when my heartbeat fades.

May You find, and be able to lay, with the one You love.


Paine Fey

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She folded the parchment in half, Captain Byron, written upon the face.

Taking a deep breath, Paine stepped from the room, no longer caring if she was seen or heard, but still her bared feet were silent on the stone floor. She approached the Guard who stood outside of Byron's door. He was wary of the girl, so much had happened because of her, things were so confusing. With the Captain relived of His command, and the rumored use of the girl being offered, the death of the one guard who had.... He just did not know what to think anymore.

He certainly would not allow her in to see Byron. But come to find out, that was not what she desired.

"Sir, please give this to Cap.... to Byron... " She handed the puzzled Guard the note and turned away, heading back the way she came. He assumed she was heading back to the room she had been held in... but the Guard did not want to take a chance. He sent a passing servant girl to fetch another Guard, he would not dare leave his own post. Once the second Guard arrived, he was sent to check on the *ugly girl*..... meanwhile, he, himself, knocked on Byron's door. When his now demoted Captain answered, he handed the note to him, he had no desire to speak to the disgraced man. He then shut the door and turned away.


Paine, indeed did go in the direction of her room, but she remembered the way out, and within only a few minutes she was outside, really for the first time since the shipwreck. It was perhaps mid afternoon? Late morning? She was unsure, not that it mattered to her.

Staying to the shadows, she made her way into the courtyard, and the village beyond. It was easy enough to steal a cloak to hide her features. The talk of the ugly girl had certainly reached the people, she did not want to be seen if she could help it. If nothing else, Paine wanted to die in peace.... The cloak effectively making her anonymous.... she made her way away from the Keep, the Master, Byron.... simply wanting to find a quiet place, then she would find a way to end her life...

 

[karnelman]

Byron read the note from Paine. He immediately knew the meaning hidden in her words. Though she did not say it directly, the not was a true goodbye. She meant to do away with herself.

“No!” he cried into the empty the room.

The guard rushed in immediately thinking that some horror had befallen the prisoner. He found the man standing staring at the parchment as if it was written in the devils handwriting. The guard thinking he had made a mistake delivering the note grabbed it from the startled man and left Byron to his personal anguish. He called for another guard and headed off to deliver the note to the master. Since the guard could not read he had no idea of its contents.


Meanwhile the other guard had followed Paine on her journey to the village. He knew he should have simply detained the interloper and returned her to her room. However, he was far too curious for his own good. He wanted to see what she intended to do. When she stole a cloak it became obvious she was intentionally concealing her identity. The guard wondered if she truly imagined that she could escape the island. He knew that was impossible, but he also knew the girl was not familiar with its geography. He decided to continue to follow surreptitiously. He figured if she were trying to escape he would be twice rewarded. First, once she stumbled into a remote area he would have her cunt. Later he would have the reward of the master for returning the wretched wench to captivity.

"I.. don't understand" she whispered, "what has the girl done? What makes her so horrid? She did not come here of her own will, Master, I don't understand. Why would Captain Byron's feelings to her bring forth such.... actions?...."

“You are most inquisitive little imp,” The master answered with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “Though I am not accustomed to being question, I did promise you the freedom to speak your mind. I am not sure that there is an answer you will fully understand however.”

The master had quizzical look upon his face as he tried to find a simply answer that did not include his confessing to the brutal rape the castaway. Though he felt his actions justified, he did not see a way to explain why Paine needed to be taken in the manner he had chosen.

“I am now convinced that the homely girl is possessed by some demon. She obviously was cast here by the fates to test the people. Somehow, Byron allowed her spell to cast over him and he has misguidedly grown an attraction to her. As is my duty and right I was deflowering the poor woman. She had reached an age beyond which no woman should still be a virgin. I imagine it was her looks that left her in such an unenviable state. I of course had no knowledge of Byron’s attraction or I might well have passed the duty of breaking her maidenhood to him. In any event, while I lay with the girl, Byron attacked me. These are the simple facts. Any other master would have had him put to death instantly. I have chosen mercy. Now no more talk of such unpleasant things, come let us bathe.”

Just as Jacques climbed from the bed and was offering his hand to Kilea again there was a knock at the door. The guard entered upon being beckoned and offered Paine’s note to the master. Jacques went white upon reading the words. There would be no pleasant bath. The darkness had returned and only anger was in his heart.

“Find the wench now!” He ordered as he quickly dressed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea silently listened as the Master answered her questions. She knew He did not have to, He was the Dominant one. And it was not lost on her, the slight edge to His voice. Helena had taught her, listen, watch, and you were hear and learn more than doing just one or the other. So Kilea did that, carefully watching His eyes, His facial expressions.

Deflowering the poor woman.....

Kilea knew exactly what that meant. She could read it in His face. He was raping her when the Captain attacked. It was the only thing that explained the Captain's actions. If Byron were indeed attracted to the girl, then seeing that would have driven Him over the edge and into attack mode.

But Kilea also knew, His last words.. "Now no more talk of such unpleasant things, come let us bathe.” was telling her that no matter His promise, the subject was dropped. He was under no duty to explain His actions to her, she was nothing more than a servant girl, a healer, but a servant none the less.

The knock, the note, and Kilea saw a darkness descend over the Master. It was .... chilling....

“Find the wench now!”

*************************************************

The village was actually quite quaint. Small, sparse, but there was shelter for all, food, the needed neccessities.

Paine dared not pause to even get her bearings. The wood was just beyond the village, she needed to get in there. As she walked, with no knowledge that she ws being followed, she looked for a weapon, any weapon, that she could conceal and take with her, one that she could then end her life. A sword was to large for her to easily handle, it would need to be either a dagger or scythe of some kind. Those were harder to find. If worse came to worse, she would simply climb to the nearest peak and throw herself off.

The village waned, and she entered the wood. She knew she was still too close, too close to people, to the Keep. paine had no sense of how large the Island was. She would just keep moving until she no longer heard the sounds of people, of life. Then she would keep walking, until she tired. It mattered not where she ended up. But at this point, she did not even want her body found and brought back to the Keep.

The sun, which was high in the sky when she began her last journey, was now setting, casting long, darkened shadows across the forest floor that she slowly trudged across. Paine was tired, and, quite hopelessly lost. Well, that had been what she wanted. Stumbling into a clearing, she could hear running water close by... a water fall perhaps? What better sound to hear as one dies... she thought to herself. That tumbling water sound also masked the sound of the Guard following her so very closely behind....

Paine stretched out by the small creek that must either be fed by, or fed into, the waterfall. It was too dark now to continue. She needed to stop, think, decide what she would do, no..... decide HOW she would do it. She got to her hands and knees, letting the cloak slip from her body, the dress dancing over her form as she bent, slipping a hand into the cool, flowing water and bringing it to her lips....

That was when He jumped her.....

Paine screamed, a more shocked sound than anything else. The weight of the Guard nearly throwing her into the creek. If she had not been a stronger built girl, indeed she would have tumbled in. Instead, she pitched herself to the side, trying to roll out from under the weight of her attacker and get to her feet, but so did the Guard.... He easily pinning the girl to her back, not allowing her to complete the roll... Paine stared up at him, angry with herself that she had not heard him following, that she had been caught so offguard....

But that was ok.... at least this would get her killed.... he was the answer to her prayers....

 

[karnelman]

The guard pulled up her dress and yanked her undergarment down exposing her sex as her held her pinned with his weight. He had no use for subtle movement. He meant to fuck her quickly and then drag the foolish creature back to his master. It had been long since he had lain with a woman. Though not ugly he was considered a rather oafish and brutish man by the eligible village women. As he was caring for both his infirmed parents and his younger siblings he had not the means to pay for sexual favors. Rape would likely have cost him his testicles if not his life. So he made do with self release for the most part.

Now with a live woman pinned and struggling under him he was already hard and would need little time inside her to reach climax. Still using his weight to hold her to the ground he quickly released his cock. Having so little sexual experience he had some difficulty finding his target while holding his victim down. The excitement of the rape, the anticipation of fornication and the feel of his hand wrapped around his cock as he aimed it for her elusive pussy already had him panting and his cock twitching.


Jacques once again left Kilea alone in his bedchamber. He first went to the courtyard and saw that he had forgotten Gwen’s body hung there. He barked for a guard to remove her and arrange for a proper funeral. He was weary of all the troubles and wanted to erase all evidence of what had happened. Next he went to see Byron. Though the guard tried to accompany the master, he went into the former captain’s quarters alone. He had no fear of his old friend despite the incidents of the previous day.

“Byron, I believe you have seen this note from the castaway. I also imagine you know its meaning as well as I. Do you know where she may have gone as I am told she is not to be found?”

“Sir, I know not. I have fretted over the not since my eyes first revealed the words, but can not imagine where or how she might choose to do the vile deed,” He replied honestly.

Though both men had killed without hesitation the superstitions of the times still made them think taking one’s own life was an unforgivable sin. Even Byron would prefer to kill Paine rather than have her end her own mortal existence. If he killed her there was a chance of salvation. If she were to kill herself she would forever dwell in the house of the devil.

“We must find her my friend. Can I trust you?” Jacques asked.

“Jacques, please forgive my actions, I would never have harmed you,” He replied as he fell to his knees at the master’s feet. “I am your servant as I have always been. It be love or perhaps and illusion of love sent from hell that drove me to act yesterday. I pledge that I meant only to stop you and would have killed myself before harming you, my lord.”

“Then ye shall be trusted. Now join in the search, find her before the devil takes her as his bride,” The master commanded.

Byron quickly learned that the guardsman Arelious had been dispatched to follow her movements. After questioning several of the serfs he learned that Arelious had been seen entering the dark wood. Byron knew all too well the guards probable intentions. He summoned his two best trackers and they went off into the night. Though it was slow going the trail was not hard to find. Paine had not tried to conceal her travel through the woods. The guardsman had not imagined any would follow and added his own signs to the trail. Byron heard screams as they neared the brook that fed the hidden lagoon where the master often swam.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

He was pulling, no, ripping at her dress, at her undergarments. To Paine's utter and complete horror, he wanted to rape her.....

"NO... NOOOO" she screamed out, this could not happen again, to suffer this would break her. She was writhing, kicking, scratching like a wild animal, yet despite her fighthing, the Guard was determined, and strong.

Altho it was evident that he was having trouble controlling her.. he was grunting and sweating at the exertion, like a boar in heat, and was as heavy as one.

Her sex exposed, he was humping against her, trying to push himself into her tightened, and very dry, slit. He let up the grasp on one arm, and Paine took that opportunity to viciously rake him down his cheek with her nails, blood spilling from the open gashes, she nearly catching his eye. He howled in pain, a meaty hand striking out, hitting her so hard, she was sure she heard bones break in her cheek. Her eyes glazing over, seeing stars as she went limp for that moment, it was all he needed, he shoved forward, his hard, thick cock ramming against her and forcing painfully inside of her.

Paine's howl echoed into the night... her body arching, tensing.... why.. why must she die like.... this....

 

[karnelman]

Finally inside her the guard began to hump her dry pussy like a man possessed. His cock was small enough that it did not truly stretch Paine. If she had been aroused and her juices flowing she might well not have experienced any physical discomfort. Fortunately for the helpless woman the guard came with a couple minutes of his cock finding its target. Unfortunately, for the oafish guard just has he shot his seed into Paine’s dry pussy, Byron and his escort came into the clearing.

As he had feared Arelious was taking what no woman would give him. Having reached his climax the guard rolled off Paine and lay panting like a wounded beast. Byron gave a compassionate look to Paine as he lifted Arelious from the ground. Though surprised the guard managed to slip from the bigger man’s grasp. He might have managed to make an escape into the woods except for his loosened britches. As he attempted to run his pants slipped causing him to fall. As he lay prone upon the ground Byron kicked the man in the head with his heavy boot. The dazed guard had no fight or flight left in him after that. Byron then helped Paine to her feet.

“M’ lady this wood is no place for a woman especially at night. There are all manner of foul creature about. I am sorry you seem to have been accosted by one of them,” He said not truly acknowledging the woman’s plight. “As for you Arelious, I will let you live to face the master’s justice.”

All of the guard knew that the last man to rape the homely castaway had his throat laid open. Byron knew that Jacques would deal even more harshly with the second rapist. The big man took Paine’s arm and the two guardsmen each took one of the still stunned rapist’s arms. They were both returned to the castle. The young woman on her feet, the guard dragged and bloodied. News of their emergence from the wood had reached the castle and Jacques awaited them in the courtyard. Upon hearing the story of the rape, the master ordered the guard castrated on the spot. His orders were immediately carried out and Arelious’s screams brought out the entire household.

“Stake him to the ground and let his fellow vermin feast upon his flesh!” The master command as he escorted Byron and Paine back into the castle.

The girl was taken to be bathed and then returned to her room under guard. In the morning Jacques planned to ask her once again to lie with him. If she accepted him as he felt was the right thing for her to do then she would become Byron’s wife after a time and be free of the master’s attentions. If she refused and once again dishonored him she would be given to the guardsmen for their pleasure for as long as survived. Byron and the master talked and drank into the night, but Jacques never revealed his plans.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine lay in the room, under guard this time, bathed, fed, naked except for a provided robe. The ugly bruise coloring her cheek darkening. She had failed miserably in killing herself. And yet again caused the death of another. Byron had spoken and treated her like a stranger, with only the most needed kindness, as if He were a different man. He offered no real comfort, no real compassion.

Paine knew that His loyalty to the Master was more important than any feelings He may have had for her. But then again, who would have any feelings for her, she was nothing. She had liked Him because He was kind to her... that was all it had been.....

It took her only a moment to realize that she was lower now than even her kitchen wench mother had been....

Alone... broken.... Paine quietly cried well into the night. She did not eat the food provided, nor did she drink the tea that Helena brought. She lay on the bed, her eyes lost and dull... staring into the darkness of the room. She heard the heavy thud of boots outside, and even the small window, which overlooked the courtyard well below, provided her a caress of fresh air, and the sound of music, a small fair being celebrated in the village, the marriage of one of the village girls to one of the guards, a happy occassoin amidst so much......

If Paine could have thrown herself from that window, she would have, but it was nothing more than a bare slice in the rock wall of the castle, to allow air to move within.

She was given a blanket, and with that wrapped around her, she finally fell asleep.... her nightmares were kept at bay, somehow, and she managed to actually sleep without waking up screaming.

It was the sun's sliver of light, thru that same window, that awakened her, warming her bruised face, her eyes slowly opening. Gazing at the light, she knew it was early, the angle still relatively low.

What horror would await her this day? She had to wonder. Or would she merely be left here alone.... to die... alone on this .... island....

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

A soft knock on the door before the bolt turned, the door swinging open. Paine was at the small sliver of a window, looking out. But she was not seeing anything. She was merely letting her mind wander, trying to find better days in her past, to dwell on, not that there were many.

A servant girl came in, offering a tray of fruit and juice. Paine refused, she was not hungry, had no interest in food. It wasn't that she thought to starve herself to death, it was not that at all. She was truely just not hungry.

The most recent rape by the guard, her being returned to the Keep, she unable to carry out what she so desperately wanted, and now, she could not even beg a servant girl to kill her, she would have to wait for Him.... or even Byron, if He chose to look upon her again, to beg death from...

The very thought was humiliating.

All weighed heavily upon her, along with not knowing what the Master would demand next, if anything...

All she ever wanted, when all this began, was to lay with someone who loved her, and whom she loved.

The servant girl left the tray, and the juice, quietly vacating the room. The guard, this one not speaking, not looking at, not even acknowledging the ugly girl, closing and again locking the door behind.

Paine turned then, she did not hunger, but she did thirst. The juice was delicious, and she went back to the window, that narrow silver, while she sipped at the chilled mixture. The sun slowly ascended into the sky, the warm beams were one thing that she enjoyed, and she let the robe open just a bit so the light and warmth could touch her skin.... The bruise aside of her face was dark and ugly, but even the sun soothed that, much to her relief.....

 

[karnelman]

Jacques awoke refreshed. His evening with Byron had been most enjoyable. It had been long since he had been able to just relax and enjoy drink and conversation. Byron on the other hand awoke with a pounding in his head and a heavy heart. He had drunk his sorrows into submission before falling into a stupor on the master’s den floor. When he awoke the master was gone, likely to his own bed Byron imagined. The captain felt horrible that eh had not taken Paine in his arms and professed his feelings for her. But he knew that would do neither of them any good. The master had some odd attraction to this girl and Byron knew well that as long as the master wanted her she was his and would be used as he saw fit. It would only give false comfort to the girl to let her know there was one who cared for her, as he could do nothing to save her suffering. Now on top of his guilt and sorrow and had the malady of too much drink. The captain returned quietly to his quarters wondering what his own fate would be.

The master slipped out of bed leaving Kilea his new bedmate sleeping. He bathed himself and then went to take breakfast. While eating, he had food sent to Paine. He hoped that his kindness would soften her to his proposal. As soon as he had finished his meal he made his way to the girl’s room. Instead of his usual abrupt entry, this time he knocked upon her door. He opened the door slowly upon her acknowledgment of his knock. She stood in the light that streamed through the small window. The glow around her framed her like some angelic herald. Her wild tangle or hair shimmered in the light and her heavy facial features were lost in the blaze of the sun. He paused to catch his breath; fore standing there like that she seemed quite beautiful. The sight took him away from the castle and the island, to a place from his past; a happy place.

He was coming from a night of earning his nefarious living bedding lonely wealthy ladies. His lover herself just finished her own work of providing pleasure for the grunting pigs of a poorer class. Though he knew her pussy dripped with the seed of many other men he cared not. In his vision, Marisa turned to him and let her robe fall open. She wore naught a stitch under the silky fabric. Her full breasts and the dark patch of fur that marked her womanhood were fully exposed. He quickly stripped off his own clothing and they came together. Falling onto her bed; they blissfully made love on the very same bed where she had just that previous eve fucked so many men.

Jacques shook his head to bring himself back to reality. This was not Marisa standing by the window. It was the castaway that had caused so much trouble. He hoped that trouble would end that very morning with their joyful mating. He wanted so much for the girl to willingly lie with him. He wanted to use her to relieve something he knew was in reality lost to him. He would have it again for a short time and then he would give his friend a prize. Byron would have retirement and a wife. The couple could live out their lives on his island in peace sharing the love bed they both seemed to want.

“Good morning, Paine. I trust you slept well and that all of our previous unpleasantness can be put aside,” He said softly as he moved slowly toward the girl.

He touched her cheek gently as he continued to speak, “It is no secret that I desire you. I find you to be an alluring beautiful creature.”

Heleaned forward offering a kiss he dearly hoped that she would accept.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

The knock took her a bit by surprise, for none knocked here, well not on her door at least. With a slightly puzzled look on her face, she answered the knock with a "yes?"..... Paine expected a servant girl, or Helena... She had not expected that He would knock before coming in...

She had not moved from the small slice of sunlight that warmed her, she had not turned to look at the door, not until she heard the heavier bootsteps of a man. Turning, she was surprised to find Jacques standing just inside the closing door...

“Good morning, Paine. I trust you slept well and that all of our previous unpleasantness can be put aside,”

His voice was soft, with no hint of the harsh edge to it. He moving toward her, slowly, ever so slowly, the way One moves toward a spooked horse. Her dark eyes watched Him, but if He were to look within, He would see no life in there...

Her gaze was drawn back to the sunlight, head down slightly.... "I... slept" she whispered, desperate to keep her voice steady. The memory of His brutal rape of her flooding her mind, she having to fight to stay stilled, to not panic, not scream... She could feel a shiver wanting to grip her, but she kept it at bay. He had raped her one day, and punished another for doing the same only hours later... Paine just did not understand. Did not understand why He did this to her, why He taunted and tortured her one moment, and showed her such compassion the next....

“It is no secret that I desire you. I find you to be an alluring beautiful creature.”

She cowered back for just a moment at His touch, having been struck one too many times. But His fingertips were light, gentle, brushing along the skin of her unmarked cheek.

"I... I don't understand" she whispered, finally turning to look upon Him, He so close to her, His lips so very close to brushing her own, touching, caressing, as light as a feather in the breeze... Paine whimpered, a sound barely heard... Her mind was screaming at her to beg Him to kill her, but the warmth of His breath, the tenderness of His touch, even the soothing sound of His voice, easing into her....

She let her lips part, ever so slightly, as His touched, the kiss, so light, so warm, enveloping her. Paine let the kiss take her, her body, still bruised, but still strong, leaning back against the wall next to the sliver that was the window... she would not say no, she would not deny Him what He wanted. He had already taken it from her, it no longer mattered. Her dream of loving, marrying, laying with one that loved her... was shattered....

Her tongue sought, and found His, seeking comfort in the caress that His offered. Be gentle, her mind begged, but the words could not come, silenced in the deepening kiss, tongues dancing, curling, tasting...

 

[karnelman]

His heart nearly leapt within his chest as she accepted his kiss. Her tongue met his and he slipped his arm gently around her waist. He held in his arms as their tongues danced erotically from one mouth to the other. There was no pressure or force, only a free open exchange. He had let her whispered semi-question regarding understanding evaporate in the air. He could no more explain himself or his actions then he could stop the sun from rising higher in the sky. Even if he had such ability he had not the desire to dos o anyway. All he wanted was the young woman in his arms to enjoy lying with him and he to have the opportunity if even only for a short time to again make love and not merely to fuck those who mostly lay under him without taking any pleasure in the occasion.

As the kiss became deeper and passion arose between, Paine let her robe fall open. Whether intentional or merely through inattention Jacques had no way of knowing. He chose to believe it was her desire to give herself to him. He brought one hand around her body and slipped it under the fabric. He could feel the shiver as he touched her bare flesh. He knew though she seemed willing it was still hard for her and he moved slowly and gently, wanting to ease her discomforted. As there lips and tongues continued to play tenderly his hand explored her warm silken flesh. First her belly, then the cure of her hip; soon his fingers danced over the small of her back and ever so briefly grazed the cleft of her ass. His other hand moved up her back, caressed her neck and then his fingers entangled in her curly mane. His hunger grew. He held her head as he pressed his lips harder to her and his tongue explored more instantly. Still there was no force, nothing to say she could not pull away or that he would not stop if asked. He bare breasts now pressed into his shirt as he continued to hold and caress her. At last he broke the kiss and spoke softly.

“Please, lie with me and let us share the joy and pleasure of coupling,” He said in an almost pleading tone as he pushed the robe from her shoulder causing it to fall to the floor.

As he waited for her answer he took her hand as if to lead her to the bed.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Her robe did fall open, she, herself did not open it, but she also did not seek to shield herself from His eyes any longer. He had seen her naked, demanded it, and... He had raped her. She had nothing to hide from Him...

Paine whimpered into the kiss as she felt His hand slip beneath the robe, fingers gliding along exposed skin. His touch made her tremble, as both hands now explored under the robe, the soft material shifting over her warm skin, her face, even beneath the bruise upon her cheek, flush with heat.

She was not sure she could do this, but she also knew she had no more choices. He had raped her once, she did not think He would hesitate to simply mount and rape her again... Paine could handle death, for she truely believed that was all the future held for her now, that or become a whore on the Island, and that was something she could not bare to be.... and... she did not think she could suffer another rape, just the very thought made her suddenly, and violently shake in His embrace...

His kiss remained gentle, their tongues still slipping from her mouth to His and back again.. and she did find herself relaxing into the sensation, His roaming hands also moving slowly, as if calming a spooked mare, fingers feather light on her flesh....

The kiss broke, and Paine took a needed deep breath... She did not look at Him, her eyes instead focused downwards...

She could feel His breathing against her, the tracing of His fingers along her shoulders, letting the soft material of the robe slide back and off, fluttering to the floor around her feet. Her nipples, dark, warm to the touch, swollen with her body's arousal at the touch, and kiss, of the Master... the swell of her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took....

“Please, lie with me and let us share the joy and pleasure of coupling,”

That brought her eyes up to His. She found it hard to believe that He still could think that sex would, and could be pleasureable for her... she herself wondering if ever it could be. To lay with one she loved, one that loved her, had been all she wanted. Now she was no longer sure even that would bring her the pleasure she knew that love making could bring. Yet , He.... obviously thought so...

There was so much she wanted to say, to beg Him to be gentle, to beg Him to take her life afterward. To ask Him how He thought that she could ever feel pleasure now that she would never feel love, never be held in love, never be made love to. Paine did not see this as making love. She saw it as He taking what He desired from her, she no longer having the will to resist.... If she got pleasure out of it, it was only pleasure of the body.... not the heart... not the soul... and joy... Paine never thought she would ever know what joy felt like again...

Nodding, she slips her hand into His... with all she wanted to say, nothing would come out. Her eyes lowered once more, and she followed the Master to the bed... She would do whatever He wanted....