The Seductive Three (open)

Mary

"Ian, I will tell you the truth. Darlene, Melissa and I have been friends a long time. Well one night we were fooling around, making words up, having no cloths on and dancing around. We just wanted to feel free and spoke of what we wish for. As we were saying these wrong we heard a sound, like something opening, and the next thing I knew we were here."

Watching the look on his face, I was waiting for an answer. I hope he believes me. If I told him this time in space open up, he wouldn't understand.

"So Ian, I really need your help. We have to fine them, and hope we could go back home."
 
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Ian

I watch her face as she speaks. There is truth to what she says, but she is holding something back. But what, are these women really witches?

"Mary, I do believe you and I will help you. First I need you to tell me if the three of you are really witches. It may mean our lives. Personally, I don't want to be burned at the stake by the church" I say to her. My voice is sincere, though there is a hint of trepidation to it.

I don't know why I am so willing to help this woman. She means nothing to me, yet I am attracted to her.
 
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Basil

I needed to get away. This had all become too confused. I nodded at the Baron's understanding of my situation and quickly put my manhood back into my leather pants refastening the bindings.

"Baron there seems to be some strange goings on here. I don't know anything about highway men but I do know that the one passed out is very different from any I have ever encountered. She talks in a strange way, uses words I have never heard and is prone to violence as you can see from what she did to my nose. I am hesitant to call her a witch but I fear there is magic or evil lurking nearby."

I didn't particularly want to follow the Baron to his house. I was tired, confused and leary of the strange women. I tried to think of a way to escape. I could also see that Gretchen was not particularly anxious to go with the Baron.

"Baron, the fall has shaken and bruised me. I feel I must lie down before I go anywhere else. Gretchen, do you think your grandfather would mind if I used his house to get some rest? And would you mind escorting me? I would feel uncomfortable going by myself. You know how your grandfather can be."
 
Baron Talon Von Brutus

Basil was indeed a rogue as I had labeled him earlier, but a dependable one when it came down to his loyalty for his people and with this in mind I replied.

"I concur, but on one condition...Once you have recovered you come to my home and offer your assistance there, I believe there is much more to this than meets the naked eye even now..."

I turned, knowing Gretchen now freed would do what she wished...a headstrong woman she carried her own weight and that of her grandparents as well, making it seem a light load...

"I will secure a pair of horses to carry our guests, and will return shortly"
 
Mary

"Ian, the time we come from, we aren't call witches. We study different things. Never use it to hurt anyone, we just enjoy it. I guess we have fun with it." Can't tell him anymore, don't want to get him into trouble if he knew more.

"Please no more talking about it. Lets get moving, did you hear anything about two women? I have to fine them" Could I really trust him?
 
Ian

"Mary, first you need to get cleaned up and changed. Next, we need to eat. Then we can find out where they are. The constable has taken them into custody, but I'm not from this area of England. I don't know what the local village is like, so we may need to get the help of others. All that is being said about the women is that they were found in unusual circumstances. I don't think they are in any danger for the moment" I say to her, trying to calm down myself.

I pace back and forth across the room trying to think of how I am going to keep Mary safe while trying to rescue her two friends from the local constable.
 
Gretchen

I nodded and bowed to the Baron, taking the lead I led Basil out of the barn and into my home. My grandfather was not home yet from the fields and my grandmother was in the kitchen fretting as usual.
"grandmother, I need to see to Sir Basil, he is under the weather and needs to lay down for a bit... I will show him to the guest bedroom.. You rest here." She nodded, her eyes having a far away look in them, I kissed her forehead and gave Basil a silent look. "This way Basil..." I worried over what was to come when we reached the Baron's home, or if indeed he would return here promptly?
I took him up the stairs and down the hall, opening a spare room and stepping aside. "Is there something I could get for you Basil?" I asked softly, wondering what he had been doing in the barrel to be so...so.... well he was exsposed!
 
Melissa

She came to just as the priest entered the barn. In her hysterical state, she immediately bolted over the haystacks, oblivious to all those in the barn and knelt before him. With her blonde hair lowered, she repented:

“Bless me father, for I have sinned, it’s been. . .a loooooong time since my last confession and this is the sin I wish absolve. . .I’ve recently had sex with the biggest penis I’ve ever laid hands on. And I’m a married woman and this was not my husband’s pee-pee.

For this sin and all the times I’ve thought of committing this sin, I am heartily sorry”

She bent lower still as she awaited her penance. The guilt in her heart outweighing the pain in her knee ten-fold.
 
Father Ambrosius

Exiting the Chapel, Father Ambrosius had decided to walk around the town and see if he could ascertain what on earth was causing all the disturbance.

Walking down the main street he could sense that things were probably starting to calm down for the night. But there was still a light burning in the town barn, and he could see several figures leaving it - heading in different directions.

Deciding that THIS must be where the source of all the commotion was located, Father Ambrosius eased the door open and walked into the barn. The place was brightly lit with torches and lanterns, and Father Ambrosius found that, with eyes weakened by hours of study as a novice, he couldn't see very far into the barn at all.

That's why it came as a surprise when the woman threw herself at his feet and babbled on about some kind of confession. Her words were strange, but he thought that she might be confessing the sin of Adultery to him. He laid his hand on her head, his blood stirring at the feel of her soft hair, and made his decision.

"My Child, God has forgiveness - even for one such as you. You are obviously in desperate straits, accompany me back to the chapel and we will do what we can to repair your tarnished soul."

He helped her to her feet, offered her his arm, and together they walked (in her case limped) out of the barn and back up the main street.
 
Midwife

Melissa, Darlene and myself waiting, when Father Ambrosius arrive in the barn. when all of a sudden, Melissa in her nakedness jump out and crawl on hand and knees to bag forgiveness To Father Ambrosius. He tells her to come back to the church to repair her tarnished soul. Out the Barn door they went.

*Father Ambrosius She might want to dawn some cloths before she goes in to town looking like that! What would the town folk say?

Hold out a dress about her size..

Turning to Darlene.
*You may want to put on your dress now, till the Baron comes to get us.*
 
In truth the priest, dazzled after the darkness, had seen little but silhouettes in the barn, and so he jumped at the midwive's voice.

"Eh? Ohh... I see. Yes, of course, I must admit I hadn't given it much thought, being concerned for the ladies soul over her dignity - but you are right."

Squinting he tried to make sense of the shadows.
 
Moving out from the shadows I look toward Father Ambrosius.

* 'Tis I, Father Miss Pearl, I hope I didn't startle you. The one before you is Lady Melissa, and here beside me is Lady Darlene *

Remembering hearing the names in the clearing of the woods.

* I was attending Lady's Melissa knee and head. Lord Baron has went to retrieve some horse's and wanting the Lad's to accompany him to his home Father. *
 
"Hmmm... My Lord the Baron is most assiduous in his care for the wellbeing of all noble ladies that stray into his demesne. However, we cannot have him bearing the full brunt of supporting them."

Father Ambrosius smiled thinly, knowing all too well what the Barons likely motivation was.

"Please make the Lady Melissa ready to travel - I will board her at the chapel, a place far more conducive of rest and recuperation than the Baron's busy manor, I feel."
 
After helping Melissa ready to go with Father Ambrosius, They head out the bard door back to the church, Before they get out the door. Remind the Father of her badly splinter leg, and the few that would need to be taken out. With that they were gone.


Now Just Darlene and I wait. Quietly Until the Baron Talon Von Brutus Arrival.
 
Rising to her feet sorely, she smiled gratefully at Father Ambrosius. She was so happy to see this wasn't the priest from their parish but one she'd definitely like to get to know better. He had saved her from the blonde one and his wild one-eyed beast. She would happily do whatever penance the good Father thought necessary.

Nurse Pearl handed her a dress to slip on and she accepted it readily, not caring about the fit at the moment. As soon as the good Father got her out of there and cleaned up, she'd stop at Nordstroms on the way home and buy a new outfit.

She didn't bother to say good-night to Darlene, she was pissed off at her friend for the whole damn mess of an evening. She'd deal with her tomorrow doing their aerobics class.

Limping out of the barn, she glanced around for the Father's car. "Where did you park, Father? I don't know how much further I can walk on this leg."
 
"Park Milady? I'm afraid I don't follow you - the only fertile ground that I tend are the souls of the people of Westford"

"My residence is a short stretch up here - please lean on my shoulder, I'd be glad to help you."

Father Ambrosius felt the press of her body against him - glad that the Vatican was currently taking a broad, spacious, view about sins of the flesh in its priesthood. The war against evil was difficult and dangerous, and provided he kept Westford clean of demons and the undead, minor venal offences could be winked at.

Still and all, as a Priest he was expected to set an example, and from the look of the lady, she'd already been set upon at least once.
 
He didn’t seem to have the faintest idea what she was talking about. He mentioned something about taking care of the people of Westford. . .

Westford?! Where the hell was that? She’d never heard of that town before. She was beginning to think all these folks seemed a bit whacked out.

But she was grateful for him coming to her rescue so she couldn’t give him too much grief. Letting him support her, they made their way back to his church. By the time they arrived, her knee was starting to swell badly and the pain was getting the best of her.

“Father, you wouldn’t happen to have a pair of tweezers and some Aleve, would you?” She plopped down into the nearest pew, having exhausted the last of her energy on the journey there. She pulled up the skirt and examined her knee, unaware that she was revealing a lot more thigh than the good Father was used to being exposed to.
 
Father Ambrosius was faintly scandalised, which he found interesting, as it was an emotion he hadn't felt since the seminary when he discovered that the rumour about the Arch-Prelate and the Mother Superior was true.

This young woman was very refreshing, even though her accent was barbarous, and half of her speech made little sense. He shrugged, these nobles often made up new jargon each season, and he assumed she was simply not being careful with her speech.

"Hmmm, tweezers and aleve... What might those be?" He had a feeling that she wanted to remove splinters, so he fetched a delicate pair of tongs, he used for handling the pages of ancient manuscripts. As for Aleve, maybe that was a corruption of the latin "Salve" which was a non-specific remedy for pain. He grabbed something to take the edge off her wound, as well as a rather good brandy, which he assumed a noble would find palatable.

"Milady? Might these be of any use? You'll need some light for that - let me get some candles." Father Ambrosius, as a churchman, had access to unlimited supplies of fine candles, and he began to light sconces around the room, until the church was lit brightly.
 
She found the candlelight to be very romantic and gothic but it wouldn’t be enough for the delicate work of removing the splinters from her knee. “Can’t you turn on some lights, Father?”

She glanced down at the tongs and salve he had given her. Shrugging, she just assumed he must be in a very poor parish and made a mental note to send a donation to his church just as soon as she returned home.

She watched him move about the building lighting candles in every nook and cranny. “God! This is Phat! I’ve never been in a church at night before.”

He came back over and knelt beside her, watching her face for pain as she plunked the long splinters from her tender skin. She wanted to let go with a stream of obscenities like Mussolini from the balcony, the pain was that terrible but she remembered her manners and bit her lower lip instead. Once she completed the chore, she lifted her tear-filled eyes to his, her lower lip trembling and slightly bloodied from her teeth marks. “Can. . .can I have a sip of that brandy now, Father?”
 
Mary

"Ian, you are right I need to soak my body in the tub." As I get in, "Oh my feels so good. My new cloths, we do have them, right?" I said to him as I wash myself. We have to fine them.

"Thank you Ian, I really needed this now. I never ask you are you married? I have been doing all the talking, don't know anything of you."

Looking for the towel, oh it is on the bed. "Ian, past the towel from the bed. So I have it here when I am done."
 
Ian

I glance at the bed and see the towel. I walk over to the bed and pick it up. I turn and walk over to the tub and hand it to her.

"Here you are Mary. I am not married sweet lady. My line of work doesn't really permit being married. I am constantly on the move" I say to her as I watch her bathe.

I quickly forget about the planning of a rescue attempt as she washes the grim of the road from her body. My excitement grows again, seeing more of her body than before. Her skin nicely tanned all over, not pale skin anywhere to be seen. I am awestruck by this.
 
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Mary

"Thank you Ian, well any woman go get you will be lucky." As he handed me the towel, I got this feeling in me that I need him. Need him more then just helping me fine them.

" Could you do my back for me? I am have trouble reaching it." I really shouldn't feel this way. There is to much to do.
 
Ian

"But of course, m'lady" I reply as I take off my leather gauntlets.

I take the cloth and soap from her, and get the cloth all lathered up. I begin with her neck, and slowly work my way down her back.
Massaging her back as well as washing it. Being a skilled swordsman, my touch is quite delicate when it needs to be.

"I hope this bath will help you relax and calm down. I am going to need your help to save your friends" I say as I wash the sides of her back, my hand carelessly brushing the side of her breast as I do so.
 
Mary

As I feel his hand on my breast, I felt a shot of fire in me. Looking at him I turn a bit, so more of my breast could be felt. I could feel the desire between us, knowing he feels it to.

We have to think better. I have to get this feeling out of me, but I can't my nipples looks hard. "Ian, what do you think we should do first?"
 
Ian

"Ian, what do you think we should do first?" Mary asks me as she turns toward me, revealing more of her body to me.

I let the cloth slip from my hand and into the tub. I lean forward, kissing her deeply as I cup her breast in my hand. Her nipple is hard, I can tell she is excited. Her skin is as soft as silk. I lift my other hand to the back of her head and begin to stroke her hair.

"I still need time to think of a plan to rescue your friends Mary" I say as we break our kiss. "Would m'lady care to relax in the bed for a while?" I ask her with a sparkle in my eye.
 
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