The Island (Closed)

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine stood in the hall, just outside Byron's door. She was in shock, her mind reeling from all that she had just heard...

Byron's words..." I want you to know it is true that I have feelings for you. You are beautiful and desirable. I would give much to see you happy,” racing around her mind..


She actually made her way back to her own room, without really remembering how she had gotten there..

Sitting down on her bed, she replayed the entire converstation in her mind, or as much of it as she could retain...

The points that hit home with her were... she would not be allowed to leave the Island. That had never been discussed, mentioned, anything. But the Master, Jacques, had already made the decision for her. In all truth, Paine was unsure just how to take that. She had no where to go, she had no real home, this place, she thought, maybe could be ... home... to her....

She would be allowed to.... be... with any man on the Island that desired her, once, of course the Master had His fill of her...

And she was being offered to Byron.... whom had suffered punishment because of His attraction to... her...



Paine swallowed as she tried to understand what was happening and why... She liked Byron, she had never professed to love Him, and He had never professed to love her... and why would He even want her now.... now that the Master had used her. She had been watching the conversation as well as hearing it, peeking thru the smallest hole in the curtain, her view having been of Byron... She saw something, something akin to repulsion, cross His features when the Master spoke of His using her before she would be free to be used, or find feeling, with others...


Jacques, who had reacted so violently to even the mention of laying with a man only for love, who had taken her virginity, no matter that she begged Him not to, by viciously raping her, then coming to her and, to confuse it all even further, showing her the pleasures of a man and a woman, taking her as if she were indeed someone He cared about...

Curling up on the bed, she tried to understand... but could not... Jacques was not through with her yet, that much she understood... He would come to her again, and she would welcome Him.... in her mind, He was the only one she ever should welcome, He had tainted her, no one else would ever want her, let alone love her....

When the dinner bell chimed, Paine had fallen asleep... she awoke to a servant girl lightly touching her. "He wishes you at dinner" she told the awakening Paine... after taking a moment to freshen up, which was only to retie back her wild mane and smooth out the dress she wore, tightening the shimmering golden belt about her hips... the chocolate dress still looking stunning upon her, she made her way, with the servant girl... to the dinning hall...

She was no longer hungry, the conversation and ensueing thoughts weighing heavily on her mind...

When she entered, she saw the Master, as well as Byron, and several other guards...

 

[karnelman]

The men stood when Paine entered the hall. Though Paine could not know it, the dinner was a kind of coming out party. She was now an eligible female, suitable to be the bride of one of the island’s unwed men. As Jacques had no idea what Byron would chose to do, he had determined that it was best to present the girl to all of the finest and most eligible of his men. The guards actually had no idea the diner was anything other than just a meal with the master and his ‘guest’. In the past the master had held such dinners. Sometimes after the food and wine they turned to an evening of using the guest other times they were just meals. The only truly curious thing was that all of the guards present were young and single other than Byron of course. The ex-captain was definitely single but none would consider him young.

The meal passed rather uncomfortably for all parties except Jacques. He was unusually jovial. The master was truly happy. At that moment in his bed was a young, beautiful virgin whom he had now decided would be his wife. At the far end of the table sat his voluptuous and exotic houseguest who for the next fourteen days would be his lover. His dear friend whom he truly hoped would marry and find lasting love and happiness with Paine sat to his right. The food was flavorful and the wine robust and intoxicating. For Jacques all was well in the world. He raised his glass in toast.

“To Paine, May your beauty grace my land for a long time to come and may you truly find happiness and all that you seek amongst my people!”

A few of the guards exchanged uncomfortable looks. They could not imagine how the master could call the girl they dined with beautiful. They could not utter such words of praise about the homely creature in kindness. Others of the guards lamented silently the obvious fact that they would not be using the wench’s cunt that night. The master was clearly welcoming the castaway as one of his people. Women taken prisoner were used but not those made members of the master’s clan. A couple of the guards entertained the idea of courting her assuming living amongst the master’s people meant he intended her to marry as any young woman would. They thought though she was not fair of face or complexion her body was indeed most desirable and she was certainly broad of hips and well made for birthing sons.

Byron quickly added to the master’s words, further confusing the guards.

“Yes, by all means to the lovely Paine, may she dwell long among us and leave our eyes treated to her vivacious beauty!”

One guard nearly gagged on his wine as he fought back the urge to state his revulsion at such talk. His face grew red as he bit his tongue and only spoke his words to himself in his head.

“That whore is barely worth a fuck in the barn. How can the master and Byron say such nonsense? I have found more desire in the sheep of the field than any healthy man would in that ugly cunt!”

Fortunately for the young guard he held his tongue. The master would have severely punished him for the insult and even if he did not, Byron likely would have killed him with his bare hands. Still the guard was glad that it was now clear they were not there to share the wretch’s pussy. He would rather pleasure himself then allow her nasty body to touch him.

Jacques and Byron remained standing after taking long drinks from their glasses. They looked to Paine. An observant man would have seen the love in each of their eyes. For Byron it was a love he did not truly understand. However, he had decided that if it pleased both Paine and the master he would find a way to make it the lifelong love of a husband. Jacques on the other hand knew well his feelings. He did indeed truly and completely love Paine. It was no longer merely feelings from long ago transferred to a look-a-like substitute. He had known love before and he knew it now. Were circumstances different he would be the one proposing to Paine. But he knew he could not give her the life she wanted and deserved. Yes he could give her passion and pleasure. But he could not give her fidelity and worse he would surely give her agony. Even he knew well that the darkness dwelled in his soul. When it again reared its ugliness were she in its path she would feel the wrath even as he loved her. These things that he knew made expressing his love far too dangerous. Therefore he would do what he hoped would make her happy. He would step away and let her love another who would love her and not hurt her. But first he would have a few precious days with her.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine no more wanted to be there, than most of the Guards. She knew well what some of the facial expressions she were seeing meant. She had seen those same expressions for a good portion of her life. It was not unknown to her that so many found her repulsive. She was more shocked that any would find her attractive, and that included Jacques and Byron...

Byron, she could not figure out to save her life. He was handsome, a Guard Captain, at least He had been, why was He not married to any one of the beauties that Paine had seen prancing about the courtyard, including the healer's daughter... and why or how could He even look upon her and see anything even akin to beauty....

And... she realized that Jacques was seeing someone else in His eyes when He looked at her... someone He had loved so very much.... Marisa...

Marisa...

As the dinner wore on, Paine let her mind wander to Marisa... She had heard that name somewhere.. but... where... She let her mind search, trying to pry into her most buried memories, a sip of wine relaxing her a bit more, allowing her to maybe see.... more... or at least remember more..

Marisa...

"........ You are good for nothing, you know that Paine... you could not even inherit at least some of my looks to get you by, no, instead you look just like your father... you're not even remotely attractive enough to be a whore like your grandmother Marisa.............." the words faded off....

Paine's eyes suddenly widened as the words her mother so hurtfully spit at her that night, it felt like a lifetime ago, spun slowly across her mind. She could hear her mother's liquer induced tyraid, she lamenting the fact that her daughter was even too ugly to be a whore... a whore like her grandmother, her mother's mother... MARISA....

Marisa Evangiline Fey......Paine had asked the Nanny, the only person who had ever really cared about her, about it later... asked who Marisa was, who her Father was.. The Nanny had sighed, and told her, her father had been low level guard, too ugly to even buy himself a whore... but even worse, was the fact that Paine's mother, was her own daughter... that the Nanny she trusted and loved was in fact her grandmother, a secret she had wanted to keep from her... for she herself was nothing more than a whore...


Paine felt her heart hammering in her chest... no wonder the Nanny had taken a shine to Paine when she had been young.. no wonder.... it made sense now... she was not just a little ugly girl to this Nanny.... she was her granddaughter...

And she rememberd the Nanny... Marisa... speaking of love... "never lay with a man unless you love him and he loves you".... she remembered her, speaking of a man, she would not name, that she had loved so very much... a man lost to her now... but in her heart, she still loved and missed Him...

Paine turned her gaze tp Jacques.... Marisa, the Nanny, had said she loved a younger man, one who loved her for who she was, not what, not caring that she had to whore to make a living, not caring what she looked like... not caring about her age... He had loved her for.... her...

How had she been so blind... That was the story the Nanny had often told the young Paine to help her fall asleep at night..

Paine had to get out of there.. had to think thru what she had just remembered...

"I'm sorry... I need to be excused" she was pale.... and ran from the dining hall before the Master, or Byron could protest...


The door slamming behind her, she leaning against it... her room was dark, lit only by one gently flickering candle....how had she not remembered this before... how had she not.... Marisa... Marisa Evangiline Fey... He... Jacques... had been in love with her grandmother, so long ago, when He was young... more than likely the same age difference that she and He had now.... she being the younger...

She slowly slid down to the floor... gathering her knees up to her chest and rocking back and forth.... she was not even sure what she was supposed to feel... other than her own shock at not realizing this earlier....

 

[karnelman]

Paine had once again made the mistake of disrespecting the master and his wishes. Jacques felt the darkness as the joy quickly drained from his heart. Byron was merely confused. First he simply could not understand how anyone dared to be so bold toward the master. If any other female had just run out on Jacques she likely would be under him being pummeled by fists as he raped her. But somehow Paine could get away with such actions. Secondly, Byron could scarcely imagine what in the words of those toasts could have sent her into such a state. Jacques ordered the guards to return to their duties leaving only Byron and himself in large dinning hall.

“Damn that bitch! I offer her kindness and true hospitality. I give her wishes for a happy life on my island. Why does she only return disrespect?” The master railed.

Though he likely did not truly seek answers form his friend, Byron felt that he had to do something to calm the master. He feared Jacques would fly from the room in pursuit of the girl at any moment. He knew if the master went to her in that state she would suffer much for angering him.

“My lord, I believe she is just confused. I do not see in her a true desire to disrespect you. Please let me suffer the blows of your anger and not her,” The distraught ex-captain begged as he fell to his knees.

“As you wish, fool!” The master shouted as he kicked his friend in the head sending him reeling across the oak floor.

Though only dazed, Byron lay sprawled ready to take the master’s full wrath. Jacques stood horrified at what he had done. Another day, with another man, the darkness would likely have compelled him to kick the helpless man until his body was bloodied and broken. But he could not lay boot to his friend again. Jacques stormed from the room with tears filling his eyes. Byron quickly scrambled to his feet. If the master were headed to assault Paine then Byron would give his life to stop him. Fortunately, the master did not turn toward the girl’s room. Instead he made his way back to his own chambers.

In the master’s bed, Kilea waited for Jacques return. As she was instructed she was completely nude under the covers. She had bathed and put on perfumed oils for him. She had even done something that she had thought strange, but that an older maid had assured her would please the master. The old maid had trimmed the hair that guarded Kilea’s virgin pussy. The girl knew that a couple of the guardsmen’s whores shaved away some of their body hair like a young man did his facial hair, but had thought that proper girls did not do such things. But she so wanted to please the master. Her mother had been happy when the girl mentioned that she was to be the master’s regular bedmate. Kilea understood that it meant a more comfortable life for her and her mother and was determined to make him happy so she could remain in his bed.

The girl saw the look of evil in his eyes immediately. She shivered in fear of what that look might mean. He ripped back the blanket that she lay under exposing her alabaster body. He grinned, but the girl could not tell if it was due to his pleasure at finding her naked as ordered or due to some evil desire her body brought forth. Lucky it was a bit of both. Jacques stripped off his clothes and climbed into the bed. He kissed her hard and deep. The kiss was a combination of lustful passion and violent assault. Kilea did all she could relax and accept her master. She felt the master’s hardness rub against and poke into her body. The girl whom Jacques had planned to take gently would not learn anything that night but the pain of having her virginity torn asunder. She felt her legs being pulled apart and then his weight was upon her.

She wanted to help, wanted to do whatever was needed to please him. But she did not know what to do and he said nothing. Unlike before he did not give instructions. All she got from him were moans and grunts. Her eyes went wide when she felt his thick cock head pushing on her maidenhood. Then she saw an amazing sight. He was crying. The tears that had welled in his eyes now ran freely down his cheeks.

“I love you my lord,” She whispered.

Those were the only words she could think to say. He kissed her and pushed his cock deep inside her. His mouth muffled her shriek as her pussy became inflamed with searing pain. She felt as if a knife had been plunged into her as the master’s long thick cock tore her open. He pumped and grunted for a couple of minutes as he kissed her hard. She did not struggle as she fought through the pain. Fortunately, for her it was over quickly. He fired his seed into her and then rolled off her onto his side. Still crying her gathered the girl into his arms and kissed her face softly.

“Now you are a woman, my sweet thing. I promise in future to teach you the pleasure that can replace that pain,” He panted softly.

He held her and caressed her as he fell into a troubled sleep.

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Byron satisfied that the master had retired for the evening made his way to Paine’s room. He knocked but received no response. Fearing she might well be attempting to harm herself, he let himself into her room. Finding her balled up on the floor looking as if she was descending into some madness he ran to her side. He dropped down to the floor and gathered her in his arms.

“Paine, I know you heard all that was said in my room earlier. I am sorry for that, much of those words were not meant for your ears. But please I must tell you. I love you! I want you to be my wife. As you heard, I can not court you for two long weeks. I will have to be away as I can not bear the thought of another having you while I lay in the very same dwelling, my love. Not even my master. But you must find a way to get through this time. He will not hurt you as long as you give him whatever his strange desires tell him he needs. Then if you will have me, I swear I shall never let another touch your beautiful body. Not even him! He has promised us this freedom. Also you should know that you are free to marry any man you chose if you do not wish me as your husband and you will still be protected by us both.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Kilea did not understand what was happening or why.... just as Paine did not... she could only lay beneath Him, and as the pain tore into her, she managed to bite back the cry that wanted to roll forth from her lips... He was thick and hard and long, and as He rutted against her, His body thrusting into her, she got not pleasure out of the act at all, despite the fact that at least, as He moved within the tight confines of her body, she became slick and wet, a mix of her blood and lubrication....

When He came, which seemed like moments later, there was no cry of pleasure.. Only His low groan as He moved off her....

Kilea lay in His arms, she wondering what had happened at the dinner, and why He had been crying..

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Paine had no idea that her leaving, and mind you she had said she needed to be excused.. had caused such a reaction within the Master...

She was upon the floor, slowly rocking back and forth, as she desperately tried to sort out her feelings, her thougths, her memories... when the knock came to the door, she went white.. afraid it would be Him, the Master.. and Paine was much too confused to even think about being near Him this night....

When the door opened on it's own, she was sure it was Him, letting Himself in.. for a minute she thought to bolt, anything... but never moved.. she had made a promise to Him... but...

It was Byron, who came to her side as the door thudded shut....

“Paine, I know you heard all that was said in my room earlier. I am sorry for that, much of those words were not meant for your ears. But please I must tell you. I love you! I want you to be my wife. As you heard, I can not court you for two long weeks. I will have to be away as I can not bear the thought of another having you while I lay in the very same dwelling, my love. Not even my master. But you must find a way to get through this time. He will not hurt you as long as you give him whatever his strange desires tell him he needs. Then if you will have me, I swear I shall never let another touch your beautiful body. Not even him! He has promised us this freedom. Also you should know that you are free to marry any man you chose if you do not wish me as your husband and you will still be protected by us both.”

Paine's breath caught at His words.. she turning slowly to look at Him... her dark eyes were large, having that deer caught in a trap look about them.. It registered slowly to her what He was saying, as well as the growing bruise that darkened down from the side of His head to the upper part of His cheek...

"Byron" she whispered... reaching up to touch that bruise just so very lightly... "why... why would You want one who let another take her, just because she did not have the strength to say no anymore... I am dirty... tainted... I wanted to save my.... my..... I only ever wanted to lay with someone who loved me.... why does He not understand that??" ....... she stopped... "You have always been so kind to me... and all I bring You is pain.... My name... fits me....Paine"...

She looked away... her head dropping down... "He loved a whore... once... does He think all need to be a whore? He has made me the one thing I never wanted to be... "


Paine leaned into Byron.... seeking comfort... she had not even thought of the action as she did it, she just shifted and ended up in His arms, her body, trembling, shaking, against His... the warmth, the wrap of His arms around her, just felt good, finally... it just felt... good....

 

[karnelman]

Byron brushed her tangled hair from her face and gathered her in his arms. Not thinking he leaned into her and they became prone lying in each other’s arms on the floor. He kissed her and then spoke from his heart.

“Oh my lady, you have been taught many things which I fear make little sense in the world I know. First, he doth not make you a whore, nor wish you to be one. Unless I am terribly off, he thinks you are indeed a lady and he cares deeply for you in some way I can not fathom. Further here on this island that is unimportant. In this world we do what we must to survive. If he demanded it of me, I would surrender my body to him. Old notions of propriety have no place when they conflict with real world survival…As to me wanting you when another as been there before, if you truly believe men and women were made to be with just one mate always then I could well ask you why I have any right to think you would want me. I have laid with countless women, my lady. None have ever meant to me what laying with you would mean.”

He paused only long enough to kiss her lips softly and shift his weight so as hot to hurt her. In doing so his engorged cock was clearly reveled to her as his bulging crotch brushed along the fabric of her bunched up dress.

“You are no more tainted then the cup of water that one has tasted before I bring it to my lips. Men and women are meant to share carnal passions. If this were not so then why would our creator make our desire for such things so great? But my lady, you can have what you profess to prize so highly. I love you and I want you. If we survive this fortnight and I beg that you accept and even reveal in his company to make it so, then you can have a man who indeed does love you,” He said breathlessly as he toyed with the loops of fabric that held her dress closed.

Byron knew the master was otherwise occupied. He had listened at the chamber door and heard the bed as he mounted the poor healer’s daughter. It was no secret on the island that the master had decreed that Kilea would be his regular bedmate. Knowing Jacques would fuck the poor girl until he was sated and passed out meant that Paine and Byron had that night to them. He could wait no longer he wanted her and hoped she wanted him as well.

“Go you are beautiful, Paine,” He moaned as he once again pressed his lips to her luscious lips.

He slipped his tongue out, licking her lips seeking an invitation to enter the warmth of her mouth.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

It all felt so surreal to Paine, as if she were caught in some kind of dream world, and any moment, she would awaken to find herself tucked into bed, in some safe place, and when she awoke she would look in the mirror, seeing a beautiful girl... she would have the love of her mother and father, and the love of a sweet man, courting her....

It all felt so dreamlike to her...

But this was not a dream... and in reality, Paine had come to accept her lot in life. That she had not been born beautiful, that she had been given a hideous name, to go with a hideous face and body... at least to some... She had left the only *home* she knew to try and find a better life.. and if she were lucky, love...

The Island, and the Master of the Island, was what she found.

Paine had really only wanted one thing in her life.... not beauty, not riches, she only wanted to feel love, the love of a man, in her life.

The Island, and the Master, had taken that from her too.... even tho, in her confusion, when He came to her to take her yet again, she felt... something... stir so very deep inside her.. a something she could not explain... He had not raped her the 2nd time, she had allowed Him to take what He wished.... He called it making love.... she was unsure what to call it... her feelings were confused and jumbled, between He and even Byron, speaking of carnal pleasures as if it were perfectly ok to lay with anyone who wished to lay with her... a concept that Paine refused to accept... They saw the act as pleasure, and nothing more, physical pleasure... she saw the act as something so much more than that....so much more intimate...

Paine's lips met Byron's in a deep kiss, she accepting the insistent push of His tongue into her mouth...tongues entwining... a low moan slipping past to vibrate along her and His lips.... but again her feelings were confused.. and she broke the kiss, gasping softly...

"Byron" she whispered... "You said, that You have lain with countless women... and that laying with me would mean so much more... tell me... why?"

Her lips brushing His as she spoke, she was still that close, her body quivering...

She had listened to His words as He held her, speaking of propriety, and the Master, the desires of males and females, of He Himself laying with so many women.. women who now meant nothing to Him...Hhe spoke of believing that the Master raping her and taking her did not make her a whore... He spoke of His feelings for her... of ... loving and wanting her....

All this only served to confuse Paine... for her thoughts and feelings differed on so much of what He spoke of...

"tell me Byron... please... tell me why it will be... different... "

 

[karnelman]

"tell me Byron... please... tell me why it will be... different... "

He smiled at her, barely suppressing a happy laugh. He could not believe the innocence of her question. He had never known so innocent a woman before. On the island all females knew the ways of the world. They were taught about men and sex before even their bodies were ready to experience such things. It was necessary for them to be prepared in case the master’s eye fell upon them. Before he came to the island he had lived the life of a mercenary. He had known whores and other men’s wives and had even taken sex from the women of his vanquished enemies.

He had barely had a childhood. His mother died birthing him. His father and the soldiers in his command raised Byron. He learned the ways of war as he learned to walk and talk. There was no question of any other profession and no other school was offered. There had been no innocent rolling in the hay with like age girls. There had been no romance, no groping, and no failed attempts at getting into the skirts of innocent lasses. When Byron came of age the soldiers shared their whores and conquests with the boy. Despite it all he had grown into a caring man. He had just never found a woman that made him feel as Paine did.

“Oh my sweet, Paine. I do not truly know how to explain it to you. I will not lie and say I never cared for another woman before. I have just never felt so deeply for anyone before you nor felt so strongly attracted. I love you and I want you more than I want my next breath,” He answered as honestly as he could.

The truth was he did not know why he felt as he did. He knew that he did want Paine more than he had ever wanted anything before. He assumed it was love that drove the desires and the passion that was rising in him. But the only love he had ever known was the love born of the comradeship of soldiers. He had loved his father greatly. But his father was a rather cold man who did not know how to return his son’s affection. There were other men in the company he grew close to after his father died. On the day he saw his father fall in battle it was one such man that held him into the night as he cried his 14-year-old eyes dry. But even that kind older soldier could do little to teach the boy how to love. Byron had managed over the years to learn compassion and kindness, but had not found love. Now he had but did not know how to explain his feelings to the girl he held in his arms. So instead of words he again pressed his lips to hers. As they kissed he slipped his hand under the bunched up cloth of her dress and caressed her warm smooth thigh.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine again accepted, and fell into the depths of the kiss... the fell of His hand, gliding under her dress, to rest upon the smooth, quivering flesh of her thigh, brought forth a gasp that again was swallowed into the depths of the kiss...

Fingers reaching, she allowing the soft tips to caress down the contours of His cheek, trace the line of His jaw.. their tongues coiled about one another, tasting, caressing... so lost was she in the action, that she did not even feel Byron shifting slightly, to lower her to her back upon the floor... Paine only knew that she was now beneath the Guard Captain, He carefully lain partially over her... their kiss never broke...

His hand slid beneath the skirt of her dress once more, fingers, palm, finding the soft flesh of her thighs...She gasping into the kiss, breaking free of His lips, needing to breath, as those fingers brushed her heat.... moist.... silken....

Her dark eyes met His... for a moment just gazing within... would He understand when this was over, would He understand what she had meant... why she felt as she did, why she said no, at first at least, to the Master??? Paine knew, as she gazed into the Captain's eyes, that she indeed did feel something for Him, something she identified with the very early beginnings of love... she wanted Him... she wanted to feel Him take her, and she prayed when He did, that she would feel what she had ...... what she had.....

felt with the Master....

That thought made her belly go cold .... had she felt love... with the Master?? Would she even have to ask herself that if she had?? Those jumbled confused feelings suddenly burst upon her once again....

No.. no... He saw someone else in her eyes... it was not her He had taken, He had made love to... It had been someone else...

Byron would only see her....

 

[karnelman]

His fingers found the undergarment that covered her sex. Breathless with anticipation he tugged at the crude fabric as his other hand struggled with the closure of his britches. Love and lust mingled within him to bring about an urgent desire to consummate their connection. Perhaps it was an unconscious fear that she would change her mind and reject him or a worry that the master would indeed rise from his bed and discover them if they tarried.

He continued to kiss her deeply as he removed her undergarment and pushed her dress up further exposing her most private area. As it was his custom to not wear under-britches his engorged cock sprung free as soon as the loops closing the crotch of his britches were loosed. His throbbing manhood rub along her leg as his fingers walked through the tangled nest of curls that surrounded her womanhood. He opened the folds of her warm pink flesh and to his delight felt the moist heat of her aroused sex. He pushed her legs apart and settled in atop her, prepared to enter and bound with her. He paused with his cock poised at the entrance to her quivering pussy.

“Oh, my sweet Paine, you are everything I ever want in this life. Please be mine. May I?”

Even he was not sure why he felt compelled to ask her permission. Her wetness and heat told him that she wanted it as much as he. With any other woman he would already be inside her, thrusting in and out and grunting and moaning his passions. But he could not simply take Paine. This had to be a shared moment.




Meanwhile, the master slept fitfully. Kilea remained in his arms and wide awake. She was concerned for her master. Even had she not been worried for her the burning in her loins would have kept her awake. She knew there were salves that could help ease the sting. But she chose to endure the pain which felt like a hundred tiny cuts had been made upon her virgin open rather than leave Jacques side. She did not know why he took her in such a rough manner when he had been so gentle before. All she knew was that he was greatly troubled. She stroked his cheek and tried to comfort him and calm his uneasy sleep

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

His touch was so gentle, a glide of fingertips finding and so sweetly stroking the heat that was building, moist and quivering, between her legs.. She gasped at the sensation, the sound trembling, much like her heart was.. deep in her chest...her hips rocking upwards, toward the touch, wanting, needing, more.. He was atop her now, settled between the spread of her legs, her dress slipped upwards, about her hips, exposing her now bared sex.. He had His breeches pushed down, His ass bare to the coolness of the room, His cock free'd, hard, throbbing, and ready....

Paine stared up at Him... for a brief moment unsure if she really wanted this to happen, if this were... right....

“Oh, my sweet Paine, you are everything I ever want in this life. Please be mine. May I?”

She blinked, her breath catching... for a moment she did not move, but could only stare...He.... He was asking... permission... Not just mounting and taking her, not just rutting into her, intent on His own pleasures and passions... Paine could feel her heart thudding in her chest... He had been the only one to show her true kindness and compassion... just as He was now, about to take her on this floor... she had no doubts that if she said no.... He would have ceased, she could see that buried in His eyes....

"Just.... Just be gentle with me... is all I ask... beg... of You...." she answered... giving her ok... she wanted Him, wanted to feel Him inside of her, wanted to feel what it would be like to be held in the arms of someone who truely loved HER, who wanted only to bring her pleasure and not pain,... not take from her, not make her feel.....

.....worthless... because she had wanted to hold out for ... love....

When He thrust forward, Paine cried out, a long, keening sound that slipped from her lips.. She had not meant to, but He was long and thick and His plunge forward had driven Him deeply into the vice tight sheathe of her sex... Paine wrapped herself around Byron, gripping His shoulders and back as her own spine arced off the floor...her head fell back, that wild mane of curls spilling out upon the flooring...

 

[karnelman]

"Just.... Just be gentle with me... is all I ask... beg... of You...."

There had been no need of her to ask for gentleness. Byron could do nothing that would hurt Paine. Though he did indeed lust after her, her pleasure was paramount to him.

“Always,” he whispered as he moved his hips forward.

His thick throbbing cock plunged deep inside her tight wet tunnel. The walls of her welcoming pussy squeezed and caressed his cock. Her cry caused him to pause with his cock buried deep within her; so deep that the tip his fat fully emerged cock-head pressed against her cervix. Her legs came up and around him and she grabbed onto his shoulders pulling him tighter to her body as she raised her sex up to him. He writhed against her, thrust in and out as much as her gripping thighs allowed. Mostly he remained locked deep within her quivering pussy. Her still tight nearly virginal tunnel gripped and pulled him. His passion spilled over and he lost all control.

His impassioned cried echoed off the stone walls of the tiny room. Though somewhere in the deep recesses of his conscious mind he feared being caught with her, he was powerless to stop the force that welled inside his loins. He panted and moaned and spoke lovingly in breathless whispers as he gently thrust in and out of her pussy. When his orgasm came he was unaware of the guard standing in the doorway watching as he pumped his seed into Paine’s womb.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine too became lost in what was happening, her legs tightly wrapped about His hips, her arching back, the rocking of her own hips to His thrusts.. she raking her nails into the soft material of His shirt, gripping Him... Her body and His moved in unision as His cock so easily, slick and wet with her own lubrication, slid in and out of her...The silken walls of her sex embraced Him, pulsing, warming, along the length of His cock as He drove into her again and again... the smooth head hitting her quivering cervix, bringing another cry to her lips...

He was gentle, yet insistant, His cock pushing deeply, but never hurting.. she was so soaking wet that thick droplets of her fluides fell to the hard floor under them with every bucking motion in and out of her... The sensations that were racing thru her... pleasure... pressure... heat... sudden shudders of what felt like electricity every time His cock head hit her inner cervix... Paine was crying out now, a constant sound that came from deep inside her, silenced only when His mouth found hers in a fevered kiss... tongues entangling... only to have to break that kiss in order to take a gasping, panting breath....

"BYRON... Ohhhh goddddd Byron..." she panted... her eyes rolling back and closing...

She never saw the Guard open the door, never heard the telltale creaking... her whole world was locked up with the man atop of her, the man mating her, thrusting deeply inside of her... all Paine could feel was Him, all she could hear was Him.. all she could see was Him.. Him and the orgasm which suddenly gripped her and shuddered thru her... she gasping and screaming out... the sound a mingling of a cry and a intense moan... her body shook.. she finding it hard to even get her breath... the muscles of her sex contract into a tight grasp... a flood of her own fluides spilling out.. coating Him... flooding out of her when He pulled back for that brief moment, only to plunge forward once again...

She never saw the guard at all... she only heard his deep gasp of shock, just as Byron stiffened atop her, she feeling His cock, so very deep within her, throbbing, spasm... and the sudden pumping of His seed deep inside her, coating her cervix, her womb.....

 

[karnelman]

Byron too heard the guard’s gasp. But the alarm was far too late. He rolled off of Paine, his cock still twitching and oozing last droplets of his seed. Somehow in his orgasmic haze he thought to cover his lover; quickly grabbing her bunched up dress and pulling it as best he could over her exposed sex. Thankfully, the guard made no movement. It was a bit of a relief to Byron to see the man that had caught them was a friend. The ex-captain’s hope was that he would still be loyal.

“Sir, please explain this!” The guard demanded. “It is my understanding that none were to touch this girl.”

Byron scrambled to gain his footing as he pulled his breeches up to cover his rapidly shrinking manhood. He knew he had to handle the situation carefully. He had to stop the young soldier from telling his discovery to anyone else, especially the master.

“Jacob, come, let us leave the lady to her privacy. Walk with me and I will explain,” He said to the guard in a friendly yet commanding tone.

Byron feared he would have to kill the young man to save Paine. Were it only his own life in jeopardy he would not hesitate to confess to Jacques and spare his young friend. But he would let nothing bring harm to Paine even if it meant throwing the young soldier into the boiling sea. He was sad he could not even kiss his love goodbye. A furtive look would have to serve to convey his love.

He walked the guard down the corridor and out into the vast yard where he had recently suffered the lash. As the torches remained unlit and the moon had waned to little more than a sliver, the night was unusually dark. Byron knew none would see the pair as they walk from the castle. He led his younger friend away from the protective walls toward the seclusion of the near woods. Having traversed the hidden path to the far outposts many times, Byron could have navigated the trail even if struck blind which was nearly the case in the darkness of that night. He began to speak in rather somber tone.

“Jacob, my old friend, I hope you do not mind the night chill. I thought it best we seek privacy for our talk. I must be honest and tell you that I contemplated lying to you. However, I hope the truth and out many years of friendship will convince you to let this remain a private matter.”

“Sir, I do not see how it is possible for me not to report what I have seen. If the master was to learn that I knew of such things and did not speak, I am sure I would suffer greatly.”

“There is no reason for the master to know. There are only three people in the world that know what happened in that room this night. I assure that neither the girl nor I shall ever speak of it, not even under pain of torture. Now I beg you, give me a chance to explain before ye judge!”

“Only because of our friendship and my respect for you, Captain, will I listen to your words. But a make no promise to hide your actions. I fear what you ask of me may have far too great a price to bear.”

Byron turned and took the young man by the shoulders holding him fully in his grasp.

“Jacob, we are in love! I have the master’s words that she may be mine in two weeks time. There is no question that I should have waited as he bade me to. But understand I foolishly let my passions take over. I know you understand love. Was it not just this last spring when I saved your hide and made it possible for you to marry the miller’s daughter after you were caught with her in a hayloft? I know that you know love. It can’t be she was just a fuck to you and married her to save yourself from a beating! Please, tell me you will keep this between us.”

The young man stood trembling. His duty was clear; he should flee that dark field and go directly to report Byron. Yes it was true that he loved the miller’s daughter and Byron had made it possible that marry so his child would not be a bastard. But what would her life and his son’s life be if the master demanded his head? He loved Byron almost like a father, but he could not risk what the man asked. He stood in his friend’s firm grasp and began to weep. Byron could see even before the young guard spoke that his cause was losing.

“I am sorry sir. You must see that I can not keep such a secret. The master’s wrath would be too great.”

The young guard tried to move away; tried to go to report his friend’s crime, but Byron held him fast.

“Jacob! Do you not know that right now my wrath is far more perilous for you? I can no more allow you to place my love in jeopardy than I would ask you to place your wife in peril for me. Please listen to me, fore this is truly your last hope. I assure you full protection. Tell does anyone know you were even in that corridor this night?”

“No ssss..sir,” The trembling guard managed to utter. “I happened by on my way to return home for the evening. The sounds alerted me; I thought the lady might need help.”

“Well then even if my transgression is somehow discovered how could anyone know you had knowledge of such things? If you hurry home now, your wife can honestly say you were lying with her when the incident occurred. Come let me escort you to your cottage. Tell her you need her. Lose yourself in passion, forget all this. I promise you shall be safe. On the other hand, I promise if harm comes to Paine from your reporting things that ought to be private it will naught be the master that you and yours need fear!”

Jacob could see the fire in his friend’s eyes. He was not sure whom to fear more. Certainly there was logic in the argument. It was most unlikely that the master could ever know he had witnessed Byron’s treachery. Whereas there was no question that the old soldier would know whom had turned in the couple. For the moment he decided the best course of action was silence.

“Aye sir, I will do as you ask. Please make me a promise. If I should perish, see that my wife and son are well.”

Byron embraced his younger friend and assured him that he had no worries in that regard. He was indeed in the younger man’s debt and would honor that always. As planned he saw Jacob to his cottage and left him with his family. He returned to his quarters even though he would have preferred to go to Paine. Another visit would be far too risky. For the moment all he could do was pray that Jacob keep his word. Byron had no desire to harm his friend’s family, but if harm came to Paine then he would act on his threat. Knowing Jacob knew well that he would carry out his threat was the only thing that gave him hope that the young man would remain silent.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

She... was scared... knowing that if Jacques found out that she and Byron had... consumated... just the thought sent a chilling shiver down her spine. Paine did not care what punishment, or rage, that Jacques would enact upon her, no she did not care at all, she feared for Byron... He had suffered enough because of her.. she would not let Him suffer again...

Paine would say nothing of their... encounter... she hoped, prayed, that Byron would convince the young guard of the same..

Paine knew she needed to bathe, just in case the Master came to her later in the night, He would be enraged to find another man's seed within her, so with a oh so quiet step, a robe gathered tight about her body, she made her way to the bathing chamber. It was empty and quiet this time of night, which was a relief for Paine... she filled the basin, let the robe fall to the floor, and slid into the water... the warmth felt good lapping at her skin... and she sank into the wet embrace... a low, deep sigh, slipping from her lips....

She had so much running thru her mind....

Marisa... which, as her memory finally opened up... was her grandmother, mother to her own father, and lover of a then younger Jacques... no wonder she knew what love was and spoke of it as she did... she had never bemoaned herself being a whore, she had only spoken to Paine from her heart, telling her of love, and laying only with one you loved....

Byron... who this night swore His love to her... they making love, on the floor of her small room... making love... is that what that had been? She shook her head, not understanding.. she had thought it would feel so much different than when Jacques had taken her... but....... it felt different from the rapes yes, but that.. was understandable...

She spent more time than she should have, laying in the warmth of the bath, thinking... when finally the water began cooling, it dawned on her she had been in there far too long... she thought she heard the morning servants beginning their day...

yes.. she had been in there far too long..

Paine got out of the bath... drying and slipping the robe back about her shoulders... she was back in her small room, lain upon her bed, when the servant knocked to ask about a morning meal. Paine elected to eat alone, unless someone requested her presence, and for the time being... none did....

In reality, Paine was left alone for several days, she saw neither the Master, nor Byron... part of that was her keeping to her room, but, several days later, needing to get out for a bit, wanting to feel, scent the fresh air, she did finally venture from her room....

She did so early in the morning, the sun only having just awakened and risen... it was her favorite time of day, when it was still so very quiet, and the world was just waking up. This morning, Paine, dressed in a black cotten dress that hung fairly loosely over her frame, belted with a black belt, and a cloak of the same color, it was a cool morning, and a pair of chocolate brown suede boots, borrowed from a young male servant... Paine preferred these to any of the sandals and such the women wore... Paine, made her way out to the courtyard, and from there, into the woods that bordered the Keep. She would not go far... she only wished to enjoy the morning, the quiet and the fresh air...


She had pushed back the hood of the cloak, having used it for warmth, and to hide her features from any that happened to be about, many of the Island still considered the girl so very ugly, and was standing facing the sun, her head lifted slightly, letting the morning light warm her...

....when she heard something, someone close by, and turning... the same young Guard that had witnessed she and Byron stepped forward, he too having heard something and come to investigate... finding the... girl....

Paine, her face flushed, as she realized who was now staring at her... stepped back... she trying to act... as if nothing had happened...

"good... Morning" she said quietly.....

 

[karnelman]

Jacques spent the next several days agonizing over his treatment of Kilea. It had been his intention to take her gently and then to his dismay the darkness sprung forth and though he did not rape her, as she was willing, he did hurt her. The next morning the blood upon his sheets told him just how badly. He had tried to arouse the girl but it seemed the ordeal had been more than exhausting. Not knowing what else to do he summoned her mother. The older healer rather quickly had revived the girl and within a day she was fine. There had been no permanent damage. It was merely the exhaustion of having not slept as she stroked her master’s trouble brow that had so fatigued the girl. However, Jacques was not told that it was not his taking of the girl that caused her malady.

Though he kept the girl in his bed once she was recovered he did not take her again. He gave her many strong orgasms with his tongue and lips and she happily reciprocated by drinking his seed. She was very fond of her master and had quickly learned to love pleasing him orally. She was puzzled as to why he did not take her again as she did not know he thought he had caused her harm.

As for Paine, Jacques feared what he might do was he to visit her. He very much wanted to make love to her but feared the darkness might arise if she was rude or standoffish. So he spent his days in his chambers. Kilea and he took their meals there; they talked for hours there; he enjoyed her company; and they spent hours exploring each other’s bodies with fingers, lips and tongues.

Byron spent those days alone in his rooms. Meals were brought to him and left mostly untouched. He ate barely enough to sustain his life. His main activity was worrying over his young friend and whether he would hold his tongue. He knew his threat had been taken seriously and it was threat Byron would carry out. But if the young soldier was clever he could make it so that Byron would be locked away before harm could come to the young family. Each sunrise that passed without alarm raised hope in Byron. He had been marking the days upon the stonewall with an old fireplace cinder. He expected his master would keep his promise of allowing him to court Paine. Since he had proclaimed his love and she had seemed to accept, Byron assumed their marriage would come very soon. After marking the fifth appearance of the sun he fell upon his bed. He was exhausted. He had slept little, fore when he did visions of Jacques panting and grunting atop his Paine and her moaning and cooing her pleasure invaded his head. Weak with both fatigue and poor nourishment he fell into a fitful sleep.

His beautiful lover was naked and on her knees. She was smiling as she lavished Jacques huge engorged manhood with loving kisses and licks. The master was smiling and telling Paine how much he cared for her and how good she made him feel. He clutched the sheets and tore the sweat soaked fabric as he saw the vision of Paine being lifted into Jacques arms. He tickled her and she giggled sweetly. She begged the master to take her and make love to her; to fill her hungry loins with his beautiful cock. Byron saw Jacques long fat cock slide into his lover the way he had seen it take so many others before. Paine was happy; her body was afire with desire and pleasure. She was enjoying being fucked by Jacques the same as she had enjoyed making love to Byron. He bolted up in his bed just as a young soldier discovered the castaway at the edge of the courtyard.

“You should not be here,” The young guardsman said rather angrily. “You have caused enough trouble. My family; my beautiful wife and young son are in danger because you are a whore. I wished I had had mine eyes dug from my face so I had not witnessed your fucking the captain.”

The soldier was purposefully graphic and coarse in his speech. He could not see how Byron could love the ugly whore that stood before him. He did not understand why his beloved family had to be placed in peril so that bitch could live. He knew well that she willing lay with the master and Byron. She must be deceiving the captain. Somehow she had bewitched him using some whorish charm that escaped the young soldier. For a fleeting moment he thought to rape the wretched woman to taste her sexual talents but the thought of touching such an unwholesome unsightly creature made him want to retch. Just as he was about to grab her and escort back to her room another’s approach was heard.

On that morning Jacques was feeling oddly refreshed. After taking breakfast with Kilea he decided to take a walk on his estate and then see Paine. He felt that the darkness was well contained and his hunger to make love to Paine was greater than ever. He left the dankness of the castle and stepped into the warm clear sunshine of the main courtyard. The day was inviting with clear blue skies, a bright warm sun and a refreshing breeze. He walked toward the small wood that bordered the yard. He saw movement and thought that perhaps a woodland creature had ventured near his house. He stepped past the tree line to investigate. Just as he came upon Paine and the young soldier, the guard was reaching for the young woman. What he saw greatly troubled Jacques. He had no way of knowing he had come upon an innocent chance meeting nor did he know that the guard was merely doing his duty and not moving to take Paine into his embrace.

“What is this? Do you dare betray me with this boy? Did you come to my wood to lay with another?” Jacques asked incredulously. “And you do you dare take what is not yours, even as your young beautiful wife awaits you with suckling baby in arms? Perhaps I should go and take her!”

The trembling guard was unable to speak the protest he wished to make. How could he get out of this situation without betraying Byron? He fell to his knees and begged the master to let him explain the truth of the situation as Jacques stormed toward the couple.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

“You have caused enough trouble. My family; my beautiful wife and young son are in danger because you are a whore. I wished I had had mine eyes dug from my face so I had not witnessed your fucking the captain.”

Paine could not help but stare in shock at the Guard, the words He hissed were filled with venom, dripping with hatred..She wanted to say something, anything... apologize? Tell him he was wrong? But....

Was he??

He had just called her a whore, just like she feared and hated. Wasn't that exactly what she was? She had lain with both the Master and the Captain, did it matter why? No, it did not matter why, even if Paine professed to love both men, would that matter? No. She had lain with both, she was exactly what the young guard called her, nothing more than a whore... No matter what Jacques or Byron said.

She managed to get out the words "Your right, I'm sorry" when Jacques came storming into the small clearing...

“What is this? Do you dare betray me with this boy? Did you come to my wood to lay with another?” Jacques asked incredulously. “And you do you dare take what is not yours, even as your young beautiful wife awaits you with suckling baby in arms? Perhaps I should go and take her!”

Betray??? Betray Him?? It was obvious that even Jacques, after all His words about passion and pleasure, men and women.... after everything.. EVERYTHING.. He had said to her in order to lay with her, to lay with her without the guilt of rape.... and He now, from His own lips, accusing her of being a WHORE....

But the worst of it was.... she was a whore.... she knew that now... but she would not, and could not, see Byron hurt because of what she was, what she had allowed to happen between them.. If Jacques found out that Byron had lain with her, He would kill him....

She had to think... fast...

"No... NO... Jacques... I... I needed fresh air, I only wanted to go for a walk, and I asked the Guard to come with me, because I did not want to be out here alone, not at such an early morning hour. And... I was merely looking for company.... He was telling me all about his new baby son... of the birth, how happy he was when it was a boy, to carry on his name... how he hopes for a girl as well, so that his wife's beauty may be carried on... THAT IS ALL Jacques... that is all...... "

She paused... Hoping, praying, that the young guard would back her up, despite his obvious distaste for her.

She had realized from what he said, that Byron had threatened him to keep him silent... and that did not sit well with her at all. She did not want anything to happen to that young family because of her..

"He had only just told me we should head back when You came "

Deep inside, Paine said a silent prayer that Jacques would believe her. She was in NO state of undress, was not flush, nor panting. She showed no signs of being a woman aroused for any reason... and she wasn't... only her wildly beating heart may have given her away, but even then, it was not thudding so hard in her chest because she was arouse, it was because she was scared.... scared and sad.........and ashamed... of everything that had happened...

Between her and Jacques... and her and Byron....

 

[karnelman]

“Fortunately for you, boy, this girl has the tongue you seem to have lost,” Jacques stammered not sure whether Paine spoke the truth or not. “Do you concur with her version of the events?”

The young guard was not sure whether he should confirm the wretched bitch’s lies or tell all he knew. He quickly decided something in between would be his best salvation. Still on his knees and trembling he spoke haltingly.

“M’ Lord for the most part she speaks the truth. Certainly, there was nothing sexual in our encounter. Even if I did not find this woman repulsive, you must know that I would neigh betray the love of my wife. However it was outside the castle that I found her. Based on her rather gruesome continence I thought it best to allow her fresh air. I was planning to return her to her room forthwith, master.”

The young guard had twisted the lie knowing that he would be punished for allowing the girl to leave the castle. There was not a single member of the guard that did not know that Paine was essentially a prisoner. He hoped his lie would cast punishment off of him and onto her.

“Ah, a simple minded guard that imagines he can think,” Jacques barked as he raised his hand.

The back of the master’s gloved hand fell upon the face of the surprised young guard sending him stumbling backward.

“You are relived of duty for now! Report to your commander and inform that you are under house arrest. I will decide your punishment when I have the time,” Jacques said calmly as he turned toward Paine. “As for you, please return with me to your room. The next time you have a need for air please ask me so as not to place any more of my people in jeopardy.”

The master took Paine’s arm and led her away as the young guardsman went off sadly to report to his commander. He assumed that he would face the lash. He actually felt he deserved it. He had been unkind to the ugly castaway and had even thought to rape her. Though those were not the crimes he was to be punished for at least he could take solace in the belief that the punishment though unjust was perhaps deserved.

Neither Paine nor Jacques spoke on the short walk back to the castle. Once behind the closed door of her room, the master took her gently into his arms and softly brushed his lips across hers. She was too startled by the sudden loving actions of the brutal man to react.

“Paine, I want you desperately. These many days we have been apart I have thought constantly of lying with you. I stayed away only because a terrible darkness afflicted me and I only want to be with you in happiness. I am sorry for my words and actions in the wood. Seeing you with another clouded my judgment. Please forgive me for my jealous reaction to an innocent situation.”

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Why had she lied? Why had she not just told the truth, that she went for a walk and the guard happened upon her? What was the matter with her?? As soon as the words left her lips she wanted to take them back... but then again, she had spoken the truth to the Master about only wishing to lay with one who loved her, and whom she loved, she had spoken that truth and it had gotten her beaten, and eventually raped because of it...

She had wanted to say something right then, but Jacques had taken her arm and lead her away.. she was afraid if she protested, she was not quite sure what she was afraid of... or what she was feeling... the guard had been hateful to her... but was that cause for any punishment that He, the Master, may give? He had a young baby at home.. He only reacted as he did, and said what he said, out of fear, after seeing her with Byron, and Byron obviously threatening him.... this was all spiraling out of control, and Paine had no clue how to stop it....

She was silent as they made their way back to the castle, her confused mind was reeling. She had to do something to make this all right. All of this.. everything, was her fault.. if only she had lain with Him that first night... if only she had not spoken her feelings...

“Paine, I want you desperately. These many days we have been apart I have thought constantly of lying with you. I stayed away only because a terrible darkness afflicted me and I only want to be with you in happiness. I am sorry for my words and actions in the wood. Seeing you with another clouded my judgment. Please forgive me for my jealous reaction to an innocent situation.”

Paine stared up at Him, stepping back from His intimate embrace... "it was innocent, that guard deserves no punishment... please" she whispered.. "it was I who lied... I only wished to go for a walk, I only wished for some fresh air.. I did not go far, and he found me. He was even then, telling me I had to return to the Keep, when you arrived... I...... I do not know why I lied Jacques... but do not punish him because of the false words that came from me... please"....

She turned her back to Him, head down, not wishing to look Him in the eye.

"If You wish to lay with me, I will, willingly, please You... but it is not me You seek, it is Marisa... if it is her You see in me, than that I accept, at least it is some pretense of love, however jaded and clouded... but don't lay with me under the guise of feeling something for me, when all You see is a whore before You.. I heard what You said in the wood... You think I am nothing more than a whore, whether money exchanged hands or not... that is what I begged for You not to make of me..."

"I speak the truth about how I feel, about wishing to stay untouched until I find love, and You beat and rape me for it.... Now I lied, because I am afraid of speaking the truth and another, or even myself, will again be beaten... or worse because of it... "

"Tell me Jacques... tell me what I am supposed to feel when You come to me, and I will feel it, as long as no one gets hurt in the process.... please..."

 

[karnelman]

“Why must you confuse and complicate everything, woman? As for that boy, if I believed he had truly done anything of consequence his head would be mounted on a pike as we speak. He did lie to me however and I cannot let that stand. I know you do not understand, but such things left unpunished only lead to a break down of the system. I assure you he will not be beaten; a loss of rank or privilege will suffice. Not that I understand why you care anyway. He obviously has nothing but distain for you,” Jacques said in a tone that showed his confusion over Paine’s reaction.

“As for you and my feelings about you, you have no idea what the truth of matter is. I do not think you are Marisa and I know you are no whore. She was a whore, which I assure you is a life you cannot begin to comprehend. However, if you persist in such a belief I can arrange for you to know the life. You see even on my island we have such women. They service the guardsmen.’

He turned away from her as he continued. The thought of turning her over to a life in the service of the rutting pigs that took their pleasures with whores was almost unbearable.

“You seem to think you know who and what Marisa was. It is true she was a lover and I did love her but not in the way you think. When my own mother was killed, Marisa cared for me and taught me how to live in the cruel world I was a part of. When our carnal relationship began, it was more in the nature of additional training. She taught me to be the male version of a whore. Yes, I loved her, but what I feel for you is not the same. She was first mother and teacher to me, then lover. There is no confusion in my mind or heart about you.”

His voice began to sputter. Tears welled in his eyes. For the first time he had allowed himself to see his relationship with Marisa in a true light. It had been a twisted unnatural thing that probably was the cause of the devil taking his soul. He wanted to take Paine into his arms and proclaim his love for her and beg her to love him back. But he knew that would be wrong. He could only give her temporary happiness. Eventually the darkness inside him would destroy her and he would descend further into the abyss. No it was best that she be with Byron. He would make her happy for all time. He would love her and there would be no evil to hurt her.

“I can not tell you what to feel. I wish that you would lay with me because it is what you wanted too; because it brings you pleasure. My life is such that all I can hope for is moments of happiness amongst a sea of darkness and despair. I only ask that you allow me a few more days to share happiness with you. Then I promise that you will have that which you seek. There is man that I know loves you and will treat you as you deserve if you let him. I would release you now and let that happen, but you see, I desire you, yes you, not some illusion from my past, far too much to give you up just yet. Please be with me, really with me for a time,” He begged as tears flowed down his cheeks.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Were You not in love with her?"

The question, the words, hung out there, having whispered from her trembling lips, she still turned away, head down, arms wrapped about herself, trying to still her own shivering...

"Were You not in love with her?"

Paine closed her eyes, remembering now, all of it... the Nanny... the so very kind Nanny that had taken a shine to the sooo very ugly girl with the horrible, painful name... The Nanny that turned out to be her own Grandmother... Marisa... How the fates had turned to take Paine to this Island, under the rule of this man... this particular Man....

"I loved Him" Marisa whispered, one night, as she held the still young, but growing girl in a warm hug.. I still love Him... He was my life, even tho I was a whore, worthless to most people, He... saw worth in me... He loved me, cherished me....." her voice faded into a sad silence...

Paine could remember the words as if they were yesterday now... she never asked what happened, she never could bear to ask... Paine was afraid of awakening a hurt deep inside her friend, her Nanny....

"Were you not in love with her?"

She finally turned to look upon Jacques....

"Just tell me... tell me what You felt for her... and what You really feel for me... please Jacques... ppplease... I need to know... "

 

[karnelman]

"Just tell me... tell me what You felt for her... and what You really feel for me... please Jacques... ppplease... I need to know... "{/QUOTE]

The question hung in the air like some ominous evil that Jacques dare not touch. He wished there were simple answers to her questions. But he well knew that such things were seldom simple.

“Oh my dear sweet lady, I wish that things fit into the simple little boxes you want. You ask much of me, but perhaps it is less than I owe you. I suppose I have asked much of you and I know I have taken much more than I imagine from you. Come sit with me and I will try to answer your questions,” He said in a soft easy tone.

Jacques moved across the room and sat upon the edge of the bed. He patted the spot next to him as he contemplated how to explain his feelings to the obviously confused young woman.

“I will as I said do my best to answer your questions and in return I will have a question I wish you to answer.”

He did not wait for her agreement to his terms before going on. He was accustomed to his word being law on his island. Therefore, he expected that she would agree. There was no need for her to speak her consent.

“I was indeed very much in love with Marisa. I love her still. But, Paine, things are not so simple in life as they are in the mind of a sweet innocent soul like you. Our love was not the love of youthful equals. She was a greater distance in years older than I than I am you. She was first mother to me after my own mother was brutally murdered. Then she was teacher to me. She taught me of the world, as she knew it. Our world was one where one did what one had to do to survive. Be we man or woman or even little more than a child our bodies and talents at pleasing others were our most valuable asset. She took me into her bed before I was old enough to understand. She made me a man in everyway. In doing so she took from me my boyhood and innocence,” He said barely above a whisper.

Tears began to flow over his cheeks as he continued to speak. He had hardly allowed himself to know the truth of his past.

“It was wrong for us to be lovers. Please don’t misunderstand. I bear her no ill will or blame. It began because she knew I would have nothing other than my cock as an asset in the world. The son of a murdered whore is not likely to fare well in the world. She gave me a life and her lessons led to my making an extraordinary living. I earned such a fine living that she could stop whoring. She was only mine for a time. I was the whore and she my lady, my love.”

He paused, having trouble continuing. Though she said nothing, he could see in Paine’s expression that she did not fully comprehend his story. How could she he thought? She had no knowledge of such a life. No way to understand Marisa and his perverted love. Fighting back the tears he continued.

“As for my feelings for you. I care for you deeply. I lust for you more so than I have ever for any woman before, including Marisa. It would be easy for me to fall deeply in love with you. But that cannot be. I care too much for you to allow you to be consumed by my darkness! I am the bastard son of a whore, who engaged in an affair that can only have been wrought by the devil himself. Can’t you see, what Marisa and I did has infested me with evil? All I ask is a few nights of happiness with you. In return I will give you all I can. I swear Byron, is a good man he loves you and will make you happy,” He said through sobs as he took a firm grip on her shoulders.

“Now, tell me why you care so about Marisa! It should not matter what I felt or did so long ago with some unknown stranger. Why do you insist on bringing her into our lives? What do you know of her?” He demanded.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

Paine sat quietly.... listening... her dark eyes focusing on the floor before her as He let go the floodgates of His relationship with Marisa... and His feelings for her...

"I care for you deeply. I lust for you more so than I have ever for any woman before, including Marisa. It would be easy for me to fall deeply in love with you. But that cannot be. I care too much for you to allow you to be consumed by my darkness! I am the bastard son of a whore, who engaged in an affair that can only have been wrought by the devil himself. Can’t you see, what Marisa and I did has infested me with evil? All I ask is a few nights of happiness with you. In return I will give you all I can. I swear Byron, is a good man he loves you and will make you happy,”

That brought Paine's eyes, those dark, intense eyes, up to His.. she looking Him square in the face... He reaching for her...

“Now, tell me why you care so about Marisa! It should not
matter what I felt or did so long ago with some unknown stranger. Why do you insist on bringing her into our lives? What do you know of her?”

"what do I know of her???" she almost hissed at Him... "what do I know of her... I know that she loved You, no matter how evil You seem to think that love may have been... I know she took You into her bed not because of what she was... a whore... who felt no worth other than the coin of men.... and even You speak of disdain for the whores on Your own Island... coin is not worth.... she took You into her bed because she felt nothing until she fell in love with You... no matter Your age... You made her feel.... as if she were worth... WORTH Love....She took You into her bed because You made her feel worth something.. and she Loved You for that.."

She paused.... shaking....

"You are going to ask how I know this... how could I possibly know this... I know this because many a night, I fell asleep to HER.... yes MARISA... telling me bedtime stories that involved her love, bedtime stories that, given her past, and if she spoke about it, would horrify most children, yet hers were not about her whoring... she told me about the nights spent with YOU...."

Paine did not even realize she had remembered all this... many of what she spoke of had been dreams, dreams she thought she had simply made up in her head, not memories of stories told to her as a child...

"It was she that told me to NOT lay with a man unless I were in love with him, and he with me.... she told me that because she wished, with all her heart, that she had stayed pure for You... even if she never told me Your name............ that evil love you speak of... was with Marisa Fey.... my.....Grandmother....." Paine tore her eyes away from Him.....

"You were the bastard son of a whore.... I am the unwanted daughter of a kitchen wench, to low to even beg for money to fuck... I swore... that I would be neither whore nor wench... that I would find someone who loved me... mattered not who that person was... as long as he made me feel the same worth that YOU made Marisa feel.... then... THEN ... I would know the joys of lovemaking...that is until I came to this Island.... "

Paine stopped there.... "but......." she was trembling.... her dark hued skin having gone pale.... "but this is not about me... not anymore... I no longer care who I lay with.... whether You... Byron... or another.... All You want is a few nights of happiness.... all I wanted was to feel real love... and be able to give it in return "

 

[karnelman]

“Damn you and you naïve childish sensibility! That is a nice little bedtime fairytale she told you. But it isn’t the whole story and it is in great part lies. I think now that you are grown it is time you knew the real Marisa. For example did she tell you how it was that your mother came to spend most of her waking moments toiling in the kitchen of such a fine wealthy family?” He retorted in disgust.

He neither waited for nor expected an answer to his query. He knew well that Marisa would not have revealed the most shameful act of her life.”

“Your sainted grandmother sold her beautiful young daughter to that man. I remember that horrible day well. I was still a boy, your mother, my playmate, my dear friend, my sweet life-long companion just eight years old! My own mother was gone less than a year at the time. A fine gentleman came to call. I tried to take my sweet pretty little girl away to protect her. Though I was barely eleven, I knew why men came to visit. I did not want her to hear him grunt like a foul pig of a man as he lay upon her mother. But instead I was told to go away. Marisa made me go and leave your poor mother there. I fought but was tossed out into the street. I hid near the door to our hovel fearing what was to become of my sweet friend,” He blurted out as his tears began to flow freely.

“Soon, the man emerged; much too soon for him to have had his pleasures. He was carrying my little friend. Your mother kicked and cried and screamed and fought as she was forced into his fine carriage. I tried to stop him but was kicked hard into the mud and garbage of the gutter. Marisa came and bade me to come inside as the horse pulled away. I never saw her again. Marisa had sold my only friend into a life of servitude for no more than she could have made by sucking a few cocks.”

He was sobbing by this point. The memories of that day overwhelmed him. Paine tried to speak but he stopped her. He wanted her to hear the entire story before she had her say.

“No, listen to me, Paine. You need to hear it all. Marisa told me that it was to save the girl from a life as a whore. But I learned not too much later what a lie that was. She simply could not bare the burden of raising the little girl any longer and the gentleman’s gold bought many good meals for us. You see she knew what I was yet to learn. Your mother had been sold into a worse life than that of a whore. At least a whore is her own mistress. She sells her cunt to whom she chooses. Your mother works endlessly for the scraps from her master’s table and has no say over who fucks her. When she is not scrubbing the master’s pots his sons or male servants are atop her using her and not leaving her so much as a penny for the ride. Marisa knew this. Over the following years I held her many times as she cried and sobbed over her lost little girl. I suppose somehow, she found her again and tried to make up for abandoning her to a cruel fate by telling her granddaughter foolish tales of love!” He spat as anger began to replace sadness.

“Yes, Marisa lied about only lying with your true love too. I do not say this because she was a whore. Despite what you may think, I bear no whore an ill will. As I told you, I too was a whore. It is an honest and even noble profession. No her whoring is not the reason I say the nonsense she told you were lies. Marisa was a lusty woman, which is of course no sin. She fucked many men for the pleasure of it when no money was exchanged. Even after her and I became lovers, even after I went to work fleecing the fine ladies of society so Marisa would not have to spread her legs for the filthy pigs that came calling, even then she still took lovers. And god damn you, yes I loved her with all my being! I lay with her in bed every night. I cuddled with her. I worshipped her. Knowing the whole time her cunt dripped with other men’s seed.”

Jacques face burned red with rage and his mind swirled with the anguish of long suppressed memories pouring forth.

“And I love you too Paine. I am one of but a few men who can see your beauty and make love to you as a beautiful woman should be made love too. But you can be sure that your precious cunt is now safe from me. I no longer desire to take anything from you. I don’t want a foolish little girl that clings to fantasies even in the face of all that you have seen. I want only one thing from you. Where is she? What has become of my Marisa? I have lived all these years since I was forced to leave her in despair over her fate and now I find she found a comfortable life. No doubt she did so after spending all of my money!”

The mention of money seemed to surprise the already shocked young woman.

“Oh, I suppose she told you nothing of the circumstances of my departure or what became of my sizable earnings? Well as I said, my lover trained me to be a whore. She taught me well and I was quite good at my job. I serviced the fine ladies of society. Ladies whose husbands would rather bend a feisty maid over the dining table than lay in their own wife’s bed. They married only for status and to gain a brood mare for their heir. These foolish men did not recognize the lusty needs of their wives. I did and I was paid handsomely for my services. I did very well until some lesser nobleman caught me with my cock buried in his wife’s very needy cunt. I fled to avoid losing my head. I could not even see Marisa one last time. I had hoped she would use my money to find me. That did not happen. Until just now when you told me of her I knew nothing of where she went. Now tell me what became her!”

Having finished his tale, Jacques sat silently glaring at Paine awaiting his answer. All that knew the master would be able to see in his eyes that he was fully in the grip of the darkness. All that could would stay clear of his path. It was quite likely that at the very least someone was going to suffer great pain at his hands.

 

[AmbrosiaCaress]

"Get out" was Paine's answer... She having moved, as He spoke, as He ranted, to the furtherest wall of the small room... her back against it.. away from Him.. and from the horrible, dirty, foul things He was saying...

"just get OUT....It matters not now what happened to my Grandmother... Marisa... but if You must know.. she is DEAD... how and why is of NO consequence to YOU... Just get OUT of here.. and leave me alone... You are nothing but a sad, disgusting man.... You wouldn't know what love was if it bit you in the ass.... I hope you die a lonely, sad death... with no one caring that indeed you had died... at least Marisa died knowing I cared.... "

Paine went silent... she was shaking... on the verge of breaking down.. what He had said to her was shocking to say the very least... Paine had no way to absorb or deal with the awful truth... she did not even entertain the idea that Jacques was lying... For whatever reason, she did realize, and somewhere deep inside, accept, that He was speaking the truth.

Her reaction was one of defense and horror... and near despair... The Nanny, Marisa, had been the only one who ever loved her... shown her real compassion and caring.. He had just ripped her apart... had made Paine see the real Marisa.. one that she did not want to see nor deal with...

"GET OUT" she screamed, loud enough that it actually brought several guards running from adjoining halls....

Paine turned her back to Him, hands over her face.. whether He was watching or leaving or what no longer mattered... she sunk slowly down to her knees.. sobbing, almost silently...

"You, You are more cruel than Marisa ever could be" she managed to spit out at Him, if He were there... but no more words could, or would come....