The wife of the enemy (closed)

[DarelHute]

OOC:

Robert Dudley, 28 years old
6' 2", brown hair, blue eyes, athletic

IC:

Robert Dudley was the son of the late Ambrose Dudley, the Earl of Warwick and Lord Lieutenant of Warwickshire until he was assassinated in 1590 by the Greville family who took over Warwick Castle a few years after his death. The assassination was carried out with great skill and stealth, as everyone thought the Earl died of natural causes. Ambrose knew for some time that Henry Greville was conspiring against him and threatened him openly in a few occasions that he will wipe out his name from the accounts of history. He even tried a few times to convince Queen Elizabeth I that Ambrose was involved in the Queen Mary of Scots plot to assassinate her. Elizabeth did not believe Henry and maintained Ambrose in his position of Lord Lieutenant, to Henry's exasperation.

Knowing how dangerous the Greville family was, Ambrose secretly sent his 6 year old son Robert to Japan, as far away from the Greville spies as possible. He was entrusted to his most loyal servant Andrew Boyce, who promised to keep Robert far from the Grevilles. There was no better place for a Protestant noble offspring to hide than a strange land far, far away, that only had commercial dealings with Catholic Europe. By the time he was 7, Robert and his attendant Andrew arrived in Japan with a merchant ship from Spain, Andrew's talent for languages and diplomacy ensuring they were able to hide their origins well. They posed as Catholic refugees from Protestant England, running from persecution.

When they arrived in Japan, a powerful local lord took Robert under his wing, as a play companion to his own son Ishida, and kept Andrew by his own side to teach him English and Spanish. Robert and Ishida were sent to study with Japan's best sword master, and returned to Ishida's home to serve his father a few years before his death. As Ishida inherited his father's estate and title, Robert decided it was time to return to England, much to Ishida's delight, as Robert turned out a much better swordsman than him; penis envy was another factor. He was now 28 years old, and sadly Andrew Boyce, his loyal protector had died a few years before of an unknown disease. Robert was sent back to England accompanied by four of Ishida's samurai that Robert trained himself.

On his return to England he learned that Henry Greville had died in battle and his son Sir Fulke Greville was given the Warwick estate by King James I of England who succeeded Elisabeth. Fulke was married to Isabella, a beautiful and complex woman who was often left to defend the castle by herself while Fulke was away commanding privateer ships and hunting Spanish ships. The castle was in a great state of disrepair, making it an easy target for thieves, bandits and local rivals. Robert learned that Isabella had only two guards to defend her and the castle, and both were getting quite old and unable to cope with the constant attacks.

Robert arrived at the castle in the evening, just as the two guards were surrounded by a band of thieves armed to the teeth, threatening to kill them both. Robert signalled his four samurai who launched forward with swords drawn, scattering the ten thugs. The four took them out one by one, and Robert finished the last one who tried to get away. He then approached the two guards who fell on their knees of exhaustion and bleeding wounds.

"Please, sir, the mistress was seized in the castle!" one of the guards pointed to the entrance.

Robert pushed his spurs into his horse and sprang forward, hearing a woman's screams coming from the tower. He flew off his horse and followed the voice up the stairs. He reached the door and kicked it in, storming inside to find her held by two men while another almost stripped her of all her clothes. As Robert stormed in, the third man picked up his sword and charged Robert. He deflected his charge, and the thug slammed his body against the wall.

"Let her go!" Robert roared at the two thugs holding her as her torn dress revealed one of her beautiful round breasts. "Are you deaf???" he roared again and charged the two men, who let go of Isabella and moved away from her reaching for their own swords. "Drop your swords if you don't want to lose your heads right now!" he said to them as they positioned themselves to attack.

The third man got on his feet and charged Robert from behind. Robert took one small step to his right and turned his body to the left, deflecting his sword and cutting the man's head clean off in one smooth stroke. The other two froze as they saw their companion's head roll on the floor.

"DROP YOUR SWORDS!" he roared again, this time being met with instant obedience, just as two of his samurai entered the room, with blood dripping from their swords. "Tie them up and take them outside!" Robert commanded as he turned to Isabella. "Milady, are you alright?"

 

[haremfaery]

Lady Isabella Greville, 30-ish
5'6", blonde hair, blue eyes, slender

IC:

Lady Isabella Greville had been married off to Lord Fulke Greville before his father died. She was as intelligent as she was beautiful A difficult combination to be sure. She had been tutored alongside her brothers and knew Latin and Greek. She turned down suitor after suitor until they stopped making requests. Finally, her father, and the King insisted that she be wed.

She did her duty but not happily. While She and her husband were rather compatible in the bedroom, Lord Greville was more interested in finding adventure on the High Seas. He was absent for long stretches of time leaving her to maintain the castle which was in disrepair. Isabella was not sure where all the money went, but little of it came back home to maintain the residence. Her father thought she should come home until Fulke returned for her own safety. But she was chatelaine of the manor and refused to be frightened from her home. She would not go back to her father and be controlled by him again. Perhaps if she petitioned the king...

She was at her desk working on her petition when she heard shouts down below. She sprang from her chair to bolt the door, but she was too late. Three men came into the room. They were not intent on thievery for there were sitll many things that would have caught their eyes and kept them from exploring the tower. From the glint in their eyes, she knew what they had come for.

She pulled the small dagger from her belt. Decorative, but dangerous enough. She was not afraid to use it. However, the men were not determined by a highborn lady with a dagger. One easily disarmed her, then two of them held her roughly while the the third ripped and cut her clothes away from her.

"I want to see if there's a different 'tween a highborn lady and a whore." He seered.

Isabella fought like a she-devil, kicking, biting, whatever she could do. But it was no good. What would Greville do when he found out? Would he turn her out once he discovered she had been defiled? She did not have much time to think. What if these men decided to kill her when they were done with her.

She heard more feet on the stairs, how many of them were there? She refused to faint. She would fight to the end and if she could could inflict some damage so much the better.

But the man who entered was not another bandit. The men with him were strangely attired, but she had no time to contemplate that.

She stood there gasping. Relief washed over her and her knees felt weak. She should probably cover herself, but this man, a noble by his clothing, speak and bearing, had already seen far too much. She wrapped her arms around herself to cover her breasts.

"I am now, I think. Your entrance was timely." Her voice quivered a little but gained in strength. As she calmed she took in this man. He had fierce blue eyes, not unlike her own. His dark hair made them more prominent. He was younger than Greville, younger than herself. As he stood there with blood dripping from his sword, barely out of breath from his fight, he reminded her of some warlike god, Mars, perhaps.

"I am Lady Isabella Greville, wife to Lord Greville, and I am in your debt sir," She curtsied low to him. It said much about her grace that she managed it without exposing any more of herself to him. She looked up into his blue eyes before standing again.

 

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Robert looked into her blue eyes, feeling strangely drawn by this woman, the daughter-in-law of the man who assassinated his father. He smiled at her and bowed respectfully.

"I'm pleased I was able to assist, Milady! My name is Robert D... Boyce!" he said, kicking himself in his mind for almost giving away his real name, not that Isabella could even know the Dudley name; but then again, she might know the whole story.

(He was fairly confident, however, that nobody knew of what had become of him after his father Ambrose was killed. People thought Robert had died in his infancy - a regular occurrence in those days - if it was ever known that Ambrose even had a son. After his death, his name and title disappeared along with much of people's memories of him.)

This woman made him lose his cool head, something that had never happened to him before, so he had to pay more attention to what he said, lest he be discovered.

"Oh, forgive me!" he suddenly said as he snapped out of it, dropping his sword on the ground and rushing to the lounge chair to grab a blanket and wrap it around her torn dress, smiling with the corner of his mouth as he got another peek of her beautiful body showing through. He looked away, only then really becoming aware of the sparse surroundings of the Bear Tower - a desk with a chair, and two lounge chairs in front of a fire place. A strange place for a lady to spend her time in. Just as he was noticing the environment, one of the lady's servants rushed in the tower chamber and ran to assist Isabella.

"Milady, are you hurt?" the young woman asked with terror written all over her face, rushing to hold the blanket in place with her hands, just as Robert stood back.

Before she had a chance to answer her servant, one of the two guards entered and bowed to her and Robert.

"Milady, it's over! They're all dead, except for the two who were captured and taken to the dungeon! And it's all thanks to you, milord!" he said and bowed to Robert. "We are in your debt!"

"You are welcome, sir! Would you please escort lady Isabella to her boudoir while I tend to my men?" Robert asked Isabella's servant and then turned to Isabella, as he picked up his sword still dripping with blood. "With your permission milady, I shall withdraw now. Perhaps I could get a tour of the castle later on?" he smiled calmly and awaited her response, looking straight into her eyes.

 

[haremfaery]

((Maybe she looked something like this, except with her clothing more ripped up. ))

Isabella pulled the blanket tighter around her but it managed to slip off her shoulders revealing the creamy skin which was already purpling from her rough handling. She briefly leaned back against her rescuer before her maid came to hold her gown.

Her bodice had been cut away, her corset as well. Her skirt had been ripped along with her chemise. Only her stockings seemed undamaged.

((I read the were not wearing underwear yet.))

"Thanks to the timely intervention of," He had not given a title, "DeBoyce, I am unharmed save for a few a few bruises and scratches." She told her people. "Please prepare food for De Boyce and his men while I retire to dress."

She turned, the blanket lagged behind her movement showing quite a lot of leg before her back was turned and she went through the door.

((Not sure if she is actually living in Bear Tower, or just using it to work in. So I will keep things vague. Is any of the castle proper in use?))

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Isabella tossed the blanket off her shoulders. "Bring me the blue silk." She pulled off the remaining shred of her clothes. Layer by layer her maid put her back together, then spent some time restoring her hair.

Her upper arms had well defined marks of the hands that had gripped her. Her shoulders and hips were bruised in a more diffuse way. She decided that the ones that could be seen in this dress made her look more vulnerable. So much the better. DeBoyce seemed to enjoy being the conqueror.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the wardrobe and decided she was ready to go learn more about this DeBoyce. He must have some money if he had men in his command.

"See that wine is there for DeBoyce," She really must learn if he had a proper title. "And beer for his men, have a new barrel open if it must."

Isabella waited a few more minutes so that she could make an entrance. She walked into the room and schooled her face into a the brave smile of a woman who had barely escaped a fate beyond imagining. She held out her hand and approached DeBoyce. "Now we may make proper introductions. I expect you already know that I am Lady Isabella Greville and this is Warwick Castle, such as it is."

 

[DarelHute]

OOC:

I think you're right about the underwear bit, even though new research in England discovered a bra originating in the 1700 or even sooner Lady Greville uses the Bear Tower as a work station, mostly because of privacy and a good view out of the Castle, keeping an eye on incomings and outgoings. The opposite Clarence tower is in a great state of disrepair and can't be used. The Guy's Tower is under repair as a workstation for Sir Fulke, and now at the final stages of interior decoration. The Caesar's Tower is used as a prison, and has a good sized dungeon in the basement fully equipped with torture devices, often used by Isabella for her dark sexual escapades. The other buildings on the map are more or less usable, but with roof leaks here and there. There is another level - stretching over the Budoir all the way to the Red Drawing Room - housing apartments for high ranking servants, retainers and guests, in various states of disrepair. The lady uses the Budoir where she sleeps, dresses and sometimes entertains intimate guests, only sharing the State Bedroom with her husband when he is at home.

IC:

Robert bowed as the lady left the Bear Tower chamber and followed soon behind her to find his retainers waiting for him in the courtyard, bowing to the lady and then to him, reporting that the threat had been eliminated and arrangements for the disposal of dead bodies have been set in motion by the castle staff which emerged from hiding. It seemed strange to them that such a big castle domain only had two armed retainers defending it. Robert made a mental note to inquire about this situation when he would see Lady Greville.

While Robert conferred with his retainers a young servant girl came to them and invited them to come to the dining room where dinner was being served. Robert accepted the invitation and took time to clean his sword first and wash his hands before entering the dining room. He looked around with nostalgia, remembering growing up within the castle walls. Soon after he entered the dining room the lady appeared in her beautiful blue silk dress, extending her hand to Robert: "Now we may make proper introductions. I expect you already know that I am Lady Isabella Greville and this is Warwick Castle, such as it is."

Robert kissed the back of her hand and smiled, taking a few seconds before responding.

"Thank you milady, for your hospitality. My name is actually Robert Boyce, and not DeBoyce, as I thought I heard you say. My father was a laird in the Highlands of Scotland; we moved at the command of the King with the whole family to the far east all the way to Japan, where my retainers come from!" he said and pointed to them, aware that the servants were staring at his exotic and fierce looking warriors with strange eyes and skin colour. "I have only returned to England a few months ago on my way back to Scotland. I spent some time in this castle when I was a young boy, visiting with my father... It looks like you could use some help defending its walls in Sir Fulke's absence. We would be glad to help for as long as you would need or require our help, milady!" he said kissing her hand again, admiring her from head to toe.

 

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Isabella blushed prettily at her mistake, "I am so sorry, my lord. In my distress earlier, I must have misheard. Japan, you say. How exotic." She looked with wonder on the strangely armoured men. They looked like some strange demons carved from leather and wood.

"You were fostered here? You have seen the castle in better days than I." She shook her head and her blonde curls bounced. "My husband sails the high seas for his majesty and has little time to tend to matters on land."

She considered his offer and wondered if he truly meant it or was he being gallant? Or, seeing the way he looked at her, did he think to defend the castle from intruders while he himself intruded upon her bedchamber? He was very pleasing to look at and Sir Fulke was expected to be away for many more months.

"The castle does need defending and I would be _most_ grateful for your aid, but I cannot in good conscience keep you from returning home."

She let him walk her to the table. Places were set at one end for the lady and Sir Robert. At the far end were places for his own men. Once they were seated, she leaned toward him, "I cannot afford to have you stay. While Sir Filke does much to line the coffers of his majesty, little gold comes back to me to manage his household, else I would already have adequate guards to defend the castle." She took the wine and poured it into Robert's cup with her own hand.

Servants brought out a few simple dishes, guinea fowl and root vegetables and crusty peasant bread. Once they were served, Isabella leaned into Robert again, "You must tell me all about Japan. That is where silk comes from, does it not? Does England still feel like home after being away for so long? What did you miss the most?"

Isabella was no coquette. She was far too skilled to use the tricks of foolish girls. A gentle touch of the hand here, an accidental brush of the foot there. A certain smile and genuine interest in what a man had to say--or at least a very good approximation of interest. In this case, she really did want to know about Robert's travels.

 

[DarelHute]

Robert smiled at her inquisitive questions and interest in his travels. He began to eat, taking time to enjoy the company and answer questions as they came his way.

"I have no immediate plans to return to Scotland, milady, so please don't feel like you're keeping me away from anything. And you do not have to pay anything for our services, as we are not mercenaries. On the contrary, if you would be so kind to rent out, say the Watergate Tower or the Gatehouse to us, we will rebuild it and use it as a base. We will pay suitable rent and offer protection for the castle during our stay, which will depend on how long we're needed." he said, enjoying the touch of her hand here and there, smiling at her subtle and stealthy flirtations.

"And don't worry, milady, if you decide to accept our offer, we will have plenty of time to talk about Japan; there are many stories to tell. Japan is very different to England or to any other place I have ever traveled to!" he said smiling, enjoying the food and the simplicity of the surroundings, which reminded him of his childhood days when his father was not as rich as an Earl of Warwick would have been expected to be.

"So, milady, what do you think about our offer?" he inquired, looking in her eyes gallantly, thinking to himself: I'm sure you could use some company while your husband is away... Say yes and I'll take my revenge on the Greville clan by making you beg for Dudley cock!

 

[haremfaery]

Isabella looked thoughtfully at Robert. She had not given him a tour of the castle and grounds, yet he spoke of the towers. But of course, he said he had spent time here when he was young. She supposed he would not forget the names of the towers.

"Your retainers are unlike any men I have ever seen. Are the Japanese women so exotic as well? Do they all have such hair and eyes?" Isabella had never seen hair so straight and black. Gypsies had wild dark hair. Nor eyes so dark and slanted. She could not decide if she found the men attractive or not. But they were strange enough for her to be curious about them.

"Having grown up the Japanese do you now find English women strange?"

"It seems that I would benefit more from your arrangement. You pay me rent _and_ make repairs to one of the towers _and_ provide much needed protection to the castle." She looked at him over the rim of her cup as she took a sip. "What do I do for you?"

 

[DarelHute]

Robert enjoyed the food and the company, constantly stealing glances at his beautiful host. He was also very amused by her curiosity. Her questions flowed one after the other, making him smile after each one.

"Japanese women are indeed similar as far as their eyes and hair is concerned, but they are much more beautiful than these dragons!" he said, making his retainers laugh out loud. "Japanese women are beautiful and passionate, and their skill in pleasing men is unsurpassed as far as I myself experienced!" he said and smiled at her.

"And no, I do not find English women strange at all. In many ways, I did miss blue eyes and blonde hair!" he said smiling mischievously.

"I'm glad you find my offer tempting, milady. What could you do for me? Your hospitality and pleasant company is a very, very good start, milady!" he grinned. "I really cannot expect anything more from such a gracious host!" he continued, looking in her eyes.

"Certain favors here and there... if required... we may perhaps discuss in private later!" he whispered in her ear and took a sip of wine, smiling at her.

 

[haremfaery]

((Sorry I've been away so long, RL is a bitch sometimes.))

Isabella looked at Robert's retainers and tried to imagine them female, and beautiful. She could not imagine it.

"Are all Japanese women so skilled or only their tarts?" She wondered what those skills might be. And if they were different from anything she knew. The advantage of having many lovers was that one learned many things.

So, Robert was offering all of this simply to have access to her 'favors.' That still seemed quite a bargain.

"If required?" Isabella quirked her eyebrows. "My lord, I expect I shall grant any request in exchange for your protection." She whispered back to him. She moved her small slippered foot to rest on top of his booted one. "You will find me a most generous hostess."

She picked a piece of fruit from her plate and bit into it in a very meaningful way. She licked her fingers daintily. Her pointed tongue flicked out to touch each one.

 

[DarelHute]

Robert listened to Isabella's questions and greatly enjoyed her flirtatious taunts.

"Actually, yes, all Japanese women are skilled in the art of love. They are taught how to please men from a very early age. And their... tarts, as you called them, are especially skilled. Geishas are skilled in the arts, in preparing and serving food, and making a man feel alive!" he said and then leaned forward and whispered in her ear: "Much like you're making me feel now!"

"And I know you are a most generous hostess, as you have already proven it by your warm hospitality!" he said out loud, his retainers nodding in agreement. "Perhaps, if it pleased you, milady, you could show us where we can set up camp and then give me a tour of the castle. I can see it changed quite a bit since I was last here!" he continued, smiling at her, his foot caressing the bottom of her slippered foot.

 

[haremfaery]

"All of them?" Isabella's eyebrows rose. "I feel a challenge has been set forth. I cannot allow you to think that English women are inferior to your...geishas." She whispered back to him.

"If you are finished your meal, I would be happy to give you a tour. Although I think you wuld probably know better where to make your camp. Caesar's Tower perhaps? That would keep you near the gatehouse... However, I defer to your experience and desires." That last would simply sound as if the lady knew little about the best placement for Robert's camp, which was true. However, the look she gave him implied something else altogether.

((We seem to have lost the pic of the castle But here is a link. ))

 

[DarelHute]

Robert smiled. I think I'd like a taste of English women, and so would my men. he thought and then decided to speak out: "Milady, I'm sure English women are also skilled, I cannot deny that as I've never had one, and neither have my men. I know my men would surely appreciate to try out the skills of English whores." His men nodded to his words with big grins on their faces.

"As far as accommodation goes, Milady, Caesar's Tower sounds very good, as the dungeons are right underneath, and we would have a good view of the gatehouse. If you would allow my men to inspect it, I am ready for my tour!" he said smiling and stood, extending his hand to her and helping her to her feet.

His men stood and bowed, leaving the dining room lead by one of her guards.

"Milady, shall we?" he asked smiling gallantly. "Could you perhaps tell me, milady, where I could find whores for my men? Japanese warriors need regular... bedding!" he smiled as he lead her out of the dining room and into the Great Hall.

 

[haremfaery]

"Cesar's Tower it is then. I shall sleep sounder knowing you are so close." She touched the bruises on her neck.

Isabella took Robert's hand. Once out of ear shot of the servants, she said, "I expect most of the tavern wenches, if not all have round heels. As to actual bawdy houses...you would have to speak to my men." She smiled that he chose a more polite term. She had no problem with rough speak in the bedroom, but she did not abide it elsewhere.

"Did you wish to see the grounds as well? If so, we should start there, so we do not lose the light. My servants will have made up a room for you in the castle. I thought you should sleep with more comfort here than in Caesar's Tower with your men." He could take that as he wished, but she thought she was making herself plain without being blatant.

You have already seen the tower where I spend my days managing the castle and lands. "I thank you again for your rescue. One does not require an imagination to know what those horrible men had planned for me."

 

[DarelHute]

He took her proposals with a smile, especially the one about sleeping near her chambers. He bowed to her proposals and thanked her graciously. He allowed her to lead him out in the grounds, watching the to an fro of her servants and village people coming to trade in the castle courtyard. This was a good source of income for the castle, as traders preferred the safety of the walls to the openness and vulnerability of the village market. The recent attacks on the castle had slowed the trade down, as she explained to Robert, and he vowed to change that dramatically in the days to come.

Robert looked at the walls and towers still under construction, and noted that builders were nowhere to be seen. He asked Isabella about it, and she explained that money had run out recently and builders left. She lead him to Caesar's tower, up the stairs, where his men were already clearing the space and setting up their quarters. The four samurai stopped what they were doing when they walked in and bowed respectfully. Robert smiled at the quick progress and then turned to Isabella:

"Perhaps you could begin the interrogation of the prisoners, milady, while I linger here and give my men instructions. After awhile I shall join you in the dungeons!" he said, wondering who the men worked for and how she would handle the interrogation.

 

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"Perhaps your men should ask the villagers where they should go to...slake their needs. I shall see you anon, milord." Isabella replied. She gathered her skirts and went back down the stairs.

This was all too good to be true. But Isabella was not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. She would not mind having Robert here for the pleasure of both of them. It would give her a chance to discover why he was being so generous with her. She was too jaded to think his sense of chivalry had been brought to the fore upon finding her about to be raped. However, her castle would be safe once more once word got out as to the prowess of his men. She would have to let one or both of her new prisoners free in order for them to spread the news.

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She entered the dungeon and went to the room set aside for questioning prisoners. The men had been stripped and had their arms chained above the heads, just high enough so they could not fully stand. Implements of torture were laid out on a table. A brazier was burning in the center of the room, not for warmth although it did take off the chill a bit, but to heat branding irons and pokers.

Isabella ran her hand along a whip then selected a riding crop before inspecting the men more closely.

"So you thought to enter my castle and rape me? To what purpose? You can't have thought of that by yourselves." She let the tip of the riding crop trace down one of the prisoner's chests. "Tell me who sent you and you will be on your way." She asked him sweetly. She used the tip of the crop to nudge his cock.

She got very close to him, she knew he could smell her perfume. She wrapped her finger around his cock and watched his eyes. "Tell me your name." She stroked his cock feeling him get hard in her hand.

The prisoner sucked in a breath, but did not answer. Without warning, Isabella brought the riding crop down across the backs of his thighs. She smiled. "I'm so glad you aren't making this easy for me. You see, I rather enjoy this." She brought the crop down again then went back to stroking his cock.

((Sorry, this is all I have time for now, but feel free to either write about what Robert is up to, or have him join Isabella.))

 

[DarelHute]

Robert watched Isabella make her way to the dungeons and stood behind a few minutes to supervise the organization of the space given to them. He allotted four individual spaces on the wall opposite the entrance, separated by curtains as a temporary measure, moving to a light timber-frame construction in the near future. Once he was happy with the arrangements he took his leave and proceeded down the stairs to the dungeons.

As he entered silently, he heard Isabella's words: "I'm so glad you aren't making this easy for me. You see, I rather enjoy this." He watched as she lashed one of the prisoners with a riding crop and then went on to stroke his hardened cock, making the poor man squirm and breathe heavily. Watching her stroking this man's cock was a most arousing scene. The other prisoners certainly thought the same as his cock was throbbing hard as he watched.

He moved stealthily behind her until he almost could smell her perfume.

"Milady, you are very skilled in the art of torture, I see!" he smiled. "Please continue!" he said as he unsheathed the shiny blade of his short sword and moved to the other prisoner.

He turned the sword with the sharp edge upwards and rested the blunt edge on the other prisoners cock, making the poor man scream in terror, as he wasn't used to a sword with only one sharp edge. Robert grinned amused at his fear.

"Perhaps you could tell us what we need to know!" he said to the prisoner, as he looked terrorized in his eyes, and then on the blade resting on his hard cock. "Well?" he asked and started to move the blade in a sawing motion.

"P-please milord... don't cut me..." he whimpered. "W-What do you want to know?" he asked sobbing, his cock slowly losing its hardness as he trembled with fear.

"First of all look at what she's doing to your friend!" Robert commanded. "It's not as fun cutting a soft one!"

The man refused to look, staring at the blade instead.

"DO IT, or I'll cut your head off instead!" he roared, the man looking at Isabella immediately, who continued to stroke the man gently, making him groan. "Now... Who sent you?" Robert asked while the prisoner's cock got hard again.

"Don't talk, you idiot. He'll have both our heads if we talk!" the other intervened, groaning under her touch.

"If we don't, I lose my cock!" the prisoner responded, his eyes locked on Isabella's hand, as instructed, his mouth salivating.

"This one values his own cock, it seems!" Robert said. "Perhaps you, milady, could reward his willingness to cooperate, and encourage further cooperation!" he continued and moved towards the other prisoner, passing Isabella, to whom he whispered: Show him some flesh and make him come. He'll tell you everything. Then I'll kill him!

 

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Isabella smiled. It seemed that Robert had similar predilections to her own. That only aroused her more.

She really was not wearing something conducive to displaying her flesh. She leaned toward her prisoner and reached her hand inside her bodice and lifted her breasts up as far as she could. Her breasts looked very round. Just a bit of her aureolas showed.

"Now, tell me what you know. Who hired you?" She fingered the man's cock again then gave it a few long strokes.

"Hmm. Not enough to arouse you? For myself, I am very aroused." She purred. She hooked a nearby stool with her foot and dragged it closer. She placed one dainty slippered foot on it and hiked up her skirts.

She took a deep breath and gave her prisoner a sultry smile. "Perhaps if we do this together..." She put one hand between her legs and used the other to stroke him hard and fast. "I want you to tell me everything. Who hired you and why. What did they hope to gain?" She sighed a little as she fingered herself.

The prisoner groaned. "It was Lord [someone who has holdings nearby]. He said you made of fool of him and he wanted to to make you pay." He gasped as Isabella stroked him even faster.

 

[DarelHute]

"Lord Wedgnock! Sounds like a real gentleman!" Robert grinned at the confessor's companion, who was furious.

"You bloody idiot! He will kill us for sure now!" he snarled at the poor man who was moaning under Isabella's expert touch.

She stroked his cock faster and faster while rubbing her own clit, making the poor man squirm and groan as he looked at her enticing pussy and her beautiful fingers pleasuring herself.

Robert rested the blunt side of his small sword on the other man's cock, which was throbbing hard as he watched Isabella.

"Oh my, lady Isabella must have upset lord Wedgnock very badly if he sent men like you to rape her! Whatever did her ladyship do to your master?" he asked the stubborn prisoner. "And, please, do consider answering my question unless you want to feel the other edge of my sword!" he grinned at him.

The prisoner looked at Robert with anger in his eyes and huffed.

"That whore seduced my master and made him fuck her whenever she wanted, and then discarded him like a rag when she got tired of him!" he snarled at Robert. "She's a wanton whore! Look at her! You thought she was a damsel in distress? Think again, Lord... whoever you are! She's an evil slut who uses men like you for breakfast and spits them out by dinner time!"

"My, my! Did you hear that, milady? This man seems to think you're a wanton whore. Hm... I don't know about you, but I would find that offensive! Would you like me to defend your honour?" he asked and raised his sword above his head, ready to strike at her command.

"Ahhhhhh... FUCK!" the other prisoner suddenly cried and shot his cum all over Isabella's hand and dress.

 

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((Love you new icon. I am now down with pneumonia, so doing the best I can to keep up with posts. I think RL just wants to keep hitting me when I'm down ))

Isabella shuddered a little with pleasure at the thought of Robert defending her honor. She pumped her fingers faster into her hot cunt. She was nearly ready to come herself when her prisoner beat her to it.

"Tsk, language." She pouted. She licked her fingers and smoothed down her dress. "What man says no when a beautiful woman wants to be bedded? Wedgnock required no seduction at all. And only became angry when I no longer wanted him in my bed. He proved to be not only a selfish lover, but a boring one."

She looked at a spot her her dress. "Oh my, I do hope the laundress can get this stain out--this is quite my favorite dress." She licked her index finger again and looked at Robert.

 

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OOC: Sorry to hear about your health problems! I hope you'll get well soon! Maybe you should stop walking around the house naked

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Robert grinned at her defense: "What man says no when a beautiful woman wants to be bedded? Wedgnock required no seduction at all. And only became angry when I no longer wanted him in my bed. He proved to be not only a selfish lover, but a boring one."

Robert laughed copiously at that. He lowered his sword, since he did not get a clear signal from Isabella for killing the prisoner.

She went on: "Oh my, I do hope the laundress can get this stain out--this is quite my favorite dress."

Robert smiled as he approached her to take a closer look at her dress.

"That stain is proof of her whoring ways!" the obnoxious prisoner snarled.

Robert ignored the man at first. He looked at her dress. "Don't worry, milady! If the dress cannot be saved, I shall gladly commission a new one! A beautiful woman such as yourself has to be well dressed!" he said and smiled, gently taking her hand and kissing it, moving his lips on the two fingers she used on her cunt, kissing them as well.

"Dress her like a tavern whore; that's what she deserves!" the prisoner scoffed, his cock throbbing free as he watched Robert kiss her fingers. "Why don't you come over here and suck my cock, whore? I heard you're quite the expert!"

"The lady would most probably rather cut your cock off than lay her heavenly lips on it!" Robert said calmly as he turned to the man. "You seem to enjoy calling her a whore far too much!" he said and pointed his sword at his throbbing cock. "That will make it easier to cut! If that is what the lady desires!" he grinned and turned to her.

He whispered in her ear: "If you also enjoyed being called a whore, take off your dress, and we'll have some wicked fun with this idiot before I kill him. Otherwise say the word and I'll cut his head off and end it right now! Your wish is my command!"

 

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((LOL. I'm on the mend. Still coughing a lot though. And yeah, no more traipsing naked around the house. ))

Isabella pouted at the prisoner's remarks. "Such disrespect for one in your position. You should be begging for your life."

Isabella's curiosity was piqued. She wondered what Robert had in mind once her dress was off. "You'll have to help me." She turned her back to Robert so he could undo her lacings. She lifted up her hair to get it out of his way.

"Why should we make our fun come to an end so soon?" She smirked over her shoulder. She sighed as she felt the ties loosen. It was so restrictive. She liked feeling Robert's hands undressing her and wondered how long it would be before she felt his hands on her naked flesh.

 

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It didn't take long before Robert unlaced her dress and slowly slipped it off her shoulders, pulling it down gently until she was left naked in the view of the two prisoners as he stood behind her.

"FFUUCCKK!" the loud prisoner shouted. "Now I understand how my master fell into your trap! You are a beautiful whore!" he said looking at her naked body.

Robert took Isabella by the hand and lead her to a pillar between the two prisoners and gently raised her hands above her head, restraining them in the chains. He then spread her legs and chained them as well. He then took a step back and smiled at her, admiring her beautiful naked body.

"You are convinced the lady wronged your master?" he asked the prisoner.

"Of course I am! She's a dirty whore! I told you!" he hissed, grinning as he saw her tied up next to him.

Robert came to him and untied him slowly, and handed him a leather flogger

"If you say she wronged your master, then she deserves to be punished. Go ahead! But if you break her skin I will have your head!" he said and unsheathed his longsword.

The prisoner took the flogger and gave Robert a confused look before going over to Isabella. He extended his hand and caressed one of her breasts, tweaking her nipple.

"You are mine now, whore! Do you confess your crimes? Do you admit you're a wanton whore?" he grinned as he gave her breast a light slap, aware that Robert was standing right behind him, his sword at the ready.

 

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Isabella stood proudly, like a queen or a goddess as she stood naked but for her shoes and hose. The soft curls on her mons was only a little darker than the golden hair on her head. Her breasts were high and full. Her nipples were hard and a ripe pink like the flush in her cheeks.

She narrowed her eyes at the prisoner. She did not like being called a whore and he would pay for it. Eventually.

She allowed Robert to lead her wondering what he had in mind. She frowned slightly when he chained her. She was not one to submit easily to a man, but she was curious.

Robert came to him and untied him slowly, and handed him a leather flogger

"If you say she wronged your master, then she deserves to be punished. Go ahead! But if you break her skin I will have your head!" he said and unsheathed his longsword.

Isabella frowned at Robert. What was he playing at?

She jerked away from the prisoner's hand. Robert had promised he would never leave this dungeon room alive and she would hold him to that.

The flogger did not really hurt, but it surprised her and she made a little cry. "I am no whore. Lord Wedgnock paid no money to lie with me." She smirked. "He did, however give me many lovely gifts."

"Insolent whore!" The flogger came down harder across her breast.

Isabella cried out again, this time the hit had stung. She twisted on her chains.

 

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Robert took a step forward and rested the blunt edge of his longsword on the prisoner's neck.

"I said, if you break her skin it will be your head! Besides, my friend, this is not how you punish a woman like this one!" Robert said and sheathed his sword, coming face to face with Isabella.

He extended his hand and caressed the skin of her breast where the flogger had left slight marks. He looked at Isabella and winked as he squeezed her breast and stepped back.

"Now try again, this time not so hard! She may be a whore to you, but she's no common whore!" he said, looking at the prisoner who grinned back at him.

The prisoner came nearer Isabella and swung the flogger again, this time barely making a sound as the leather lashed her other breast.

"You said she uses men! What others has she used beside your noble master?" Robert asked the prisoner as he lightly lashed her breast again.

"Milverton, Budbrooke and Littleworth!" the prisoner said, gritting his teeth while he lashed her again, this time over her tummy. "The whore..."

"Enough with the whore! I will call her that if I so please, not you!" Robert interrupted.

"The... lady... lured and fucked all four of them and then discarded them as she pleased!" the prisoner said and gave her another lash across her breasts.

"I see. It's understandable that the four gentlemen would seek revenge! To taste such beauty and then be denied is... cruel!" Robert lead him on.

"It IS! Their poor wives!" he gritted his teeth and lashed her tummy once more, being careful to leave no marks.

"But the four should know Lord Greville would take great revenge on them when he returned. Surely they are not that foolish!" Robert said, crossing his arms.

"Lord Greville does not know of her whoring ways! She would be silent, lest he found out!"

"But still, the four gentlemen would not take the chance that he would take offense at them. Surely, no lord takes it lightly when he finds out his wife was fucked by lesser nobles!" Robert insisted, making the prisoner cease his lashing and turn to him.

"It was the wives!" he said and looked down. "They wanted her raped and warned to stay away from their husbands! We were hired by the wives, not the noble men! I know they're planning something as well, but I don't know what! They do not speak to each other. I think they still hope to fuck her!" he confessed and then came face to face with Isabella, dropping the flogger and taking her breasts in his hands, squeezing them softly. "If I fucked such a woman once, I, for one, would never want to stop!"

"That is not going to happen!" Robert said as he unsheathed his sword. "Step back!"

The prisoner did as he was told, and when he turned to Robert, the last thing he saw was the glimmer of his blade swinging at his head. The other prisoner shrieked as his companion's head rolled on the floor and his body fell lifeless to the ground. Robert wasted no time and he came to the second prisoner.

"Is what he said true?" he asked him pointedly.

"Yes, milord, yes, it's all true!" the prisoner said shaking like a leaf.

Robert grinned as he returned to Isabella and unchained her.

"Thank you for playing along, milady. It appeared by force would never had known all that!" he smiled. "What do you want done with that one? Should I kill him too or keep him alive for now?"