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Slaves to Passion (greybishop & ShadowOfDesire)

To Lukas’ surprise, now that Lady Erica had pulled her pretty, curly haired head out of her rather shapely arse, he found himself feeling genuinely sad for the nobelwoman. Her last comment definitely reminded him of all the beautifully exotic, well cared for birds he’d seen in the Sooltan’s expansive gardens – which were all locked up in safe, airy gilded cages, never to fly free. Erica clearly wasn't a stupid woman either and seemed to be educated and cultured, which forced the sellsword to remind himself that judging people on your first impressions of them was sometimes a mistake. So the sad smile he offered the nobelwoman was quite genuine, as was the encouragement he hoped she could hear in the tone of his reply.

“Well, all that seems a shame to me. A bit of a wasted opportunity for your family I think. Still, I suppose your father knows best.” The sellsword shrugged as he said the last, and his tone made it quite clear he didn’t believe it for a second. Then his expression brightened. “But I’d still love to see your paintings, and also your family’s library as well.” He grinned. “I do know how to read so perusing all your books with you, not just the ones with the pretty illuminations, would definitely be a treat.” But then he frowned a little. “Sadly though, I play no instrument, save perhaps the men …” he paused for a moment while his crooked grin returned “… and others that I … lead, so as to make them dance to my merry tune.” Quite casually the sellsword’s hand nearest the back of the couch settled on the noblewoman’s bare shoulder. “On the other hand though, I do ride and enjoy it quite a bit.” The big warrior’s thumb and forefinger started to ever so gently begin massaging the muscles beneath Erica’s butter smooth skin. “Perhaps we could go for a gallop some time. And as for the selection of horseflesh you might have available well … I do know a thing or two about taming everything from stallions to fillies, so I think you’d be in good hands …”

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Jacelyn’s strong voice and comforting hand appeared to have a calming effect on Lord Eric; he sat through the hard tale of Jacelyn’s life completely focused on the ranger and what she said, and while he didn’t look particularly pleased he also seemed … satisfied that … what? A guest in his home was safe and at peace with herself perhaps? Or that the highly trained and very experienced swordsman sitting just behind him on the couch wasn’t a depraved maniac, like the Northmen who had scarred Jacelyn?

The sense of calm that had been creeping back into Eric was then quite suddenly thrown for a loop when the ranger started murmuring to him intimately about her chain. And since, just like his twin sister, he clearly wasn’t stupid he smiled and his eyes filled with desire when Jacelyn arched her brow, leaned back and sipped at her wine. But then she said “Perhaps, if Master permits it, he might allow a demonstration;” which was the start of the next few moments, when the entire evening – their entire quest – seemed to hang in the balance because some of the hardness of the Stone Men of Eastmond suddenly crystallized within Eric Aldrich …

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As he chatted with Lady Erica, Lukas mentally congratulated himself on how well his stratagem had been playing out; then he heard Eric’s voice behind him. “Captain Lukas, a word please;” it seemed to the sellsword as if some iron had suddenly crept into the lordling’s backbone, since he was suddenly being addressed as if he was one of Eric’s retainers. In the back of his mind Lukas could hear Mikael speaking to him; “Effendi, how many times have I told you that hubris has killed better men than both of us combined?” So even though his jaw started clenching, he kept his tone polite as he turned away from Lady Erica to say “Yes, Lord Eric, can I help you?” Some of the toadies around Lord Aldrich’s couch had also turned to look.

“I’ve heard that pleasure slaves are supremely skilled in the arts of love. You’re widely travelled, and have a …” Eric paused abruptly for just a moment. “You’ve said that when you were in the East, you had several pleasure slaves gifted to you. Would you say that what I’ve heard about them is correct?” Eric’s voice had risen and more people were focusing on the main couch, some even leaving their places elsewhere to better see what was going on given the nature of the exchange.

Lukas wondered where this was all going, but saw no reason to contradict the nobleman. “Yes indeed Lord Eric, no doubt about that.” A few of the men looking on chuckled, as more onlookers drifted closer.

“I see” was Eric’s simple reply. He seemed to think for moment as he drank deeply from his goblet, then looking directly at Lukas. “I’ll give you one thousand silvers for Jacelyn. Or the equivalent in gold if you prefer” A stunned silence left the muted music from behind the screens the only sound in the room for a few moments, and then the … reaction began …

The first response seemed to be a collective gasp by everyone, followed by a cacophony of confused murmuring; a thousand silvers was an outrageously exorbitant sum, even for the finest of this particular commodity locally. As Lukas’ eyes widened and he heard Mikael remarking “As I said effendi,” the sellsword also felt Erica clutching at his arm and pushing into his back as she peered over his shoulder while trying to speak to her brother. “Eric what are you doing? That’s …” But amid all that, the sellsword also started making out some of the other comments:

“Oh, well played Eric, well played indeed!”

“My, he does take this all quite seriously doesn’t he?” “Hush my dear, history is his passion.”

“Ha ha Eric, an auction is it now then? I’ll offer eleven hundred silvers for her!” “That’s not funny Phillip, stop it …”

All of which gave Lukas some time, and an idea of how to reply. He pulled himself together and chuckled amiably before answering Eric with a smile.

“That’s a very generous offer for my … um, slave Lord Aldrich. But I’ve grown … somewhat fond of her, so sadly … she’s not for sale at any price.”

The sellsword’s response prompted a definite but rather mixed response from the onlookers, which now encompassed almost everyone in the room; even the servants had stopped to watch what was going on, but the muted music continued from behind the painted screens. Lukas could see the men looking on all staring at Lord Eric, while most of the women seemed to be nodding their heads. Then the Master Scrivener’s wife found her voice, and spoke up in a tone that was as loud as it was clear; “Hear hear, Captain Lukas.” After a second or so the sellsword saw the woman’s portly husband slip his arm around his wife’s waist and then also speak up. “Indeed. Well spoken Captain.”

Eric’s eyes squinted as he sat up straight, and he seemed to somehow almost grow into the archaic attire he wore. It was easy for Lukas to see that the other man was angry at being defied, and angrier still at having been rebuffed in a way that had caused no obvious offense. But Lord Eric was not to be denied so easily, since perhaps he did indeed have some of the blood of the Stone Men running through his veins after all. His voice was also clear and strong when he spoke next.

“Alright Captain. Then how about, shall we say 100 silvers, for one night with her.” Lukas could feel Erica’s nails digging into his bicep at her brother’s words, since again the sum offered was ridiculously extravagant; 10 silvers would have been more than enough to buy any blue blood an evening with the finest courtesan in the region.

The sellsword realized his gambit just may have gone seriously wrong, and he instinctively reacted by considering what he knew best; as Lukas sipped from his goblet to buy a little time, Jacelyn could see his eyes dart towards the sword at the scrivener’s waist. But in those moments reason prevailed for the big warrior, as he again heard his mad brother’s voice in his head. “Patience effendi. Patience. Last resorts should come last. Your tongue may have failed you, but perhaps your woman’s has not?” Which was all it took for Lukas to stay his hand and finally reply in a friendly tone.

“Again you’ve offered a truly generous sum Lord Aldrich. But as I’m sure you know, Jacelyn is not some common whore …” That last word caused almost everyone around the room to gasp, and the sellsword could feel Lady Erica’s nails starting to cut through his skin; Lord Eric’s face was seized by a cold fury, and it looked like he was about to call for his household guard. So Lukas just went on talking.

“We’re all friends here Lord Eric, are we not? And money doesn’t change hands between friends, at least not for a simple favor, does it?” Lukas could again see heads nodding around him, as the first drops of blood sprouted from his arm. “So why don’t we just ask the lady in question who she’d prefer to spend the evening with?”

Every head in the room swiveled to look at the ranger – except for Lukas’. As the onlookers stared at Jacelyn, waiting to see what the new woman in the “slave girl” costume would say, she could see the big warrior considering how to most efficiently kill every man in the room before the guards arrived …

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As Jacelyn considered her reply, a good deal of the entity left the adornments on her chest and wafted down and over into the short sword being worn by the rotund man creature; anyone sober and quick eyed enough might have caught sight of an odd shadow flickering across the floor, which meant that none of the revelers saw a thing. As it settled into its new vessel the entity instinctively took stock of its latest temporary home. The blade was surprisingly clean and sharp, and the entity also determined the weapon had fed it seventy-three souls over the centuries; a respectable enough number indeed for such a basic tool. Perhaps this evening the blade would finally top the century mark with its offerings …
 
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Jacelyn's stomach flipped sickeningly as she felt the tension growing in the room. She'd expected only mild flirtation from Lord Aldrich, but should have guessed that he'd make something of a spectacle of himself. The entire night was a spectacle, and he seemed to thrive on being the center of attention. Her choices were clear and yet muddled just the same. She could submit to the lord and entertain him for the evening, risking the ire of Lukas and likely jeopardizing their newly forged relationship. Or she could defer to her master, leaving Eric seething, embarrassed, and likely to have Lukas killed for his insolent tone. Her gaze swept over them both, to the staring guests, to the heat in Eric's glare, the tension in Lukas' body just waiting to uncoil, and the fearful expression on Erica's face.

In the face of such conflict, Jacelyn dismissed both choices outright. Selecting either of them would alienate the other party, likely leading to death, but ultimately to a failure of their mission. That she couldn't have. Isolde was more important to her than the anger of one minor lordling, but Lukas' safety was paramount to her mission, as well. If the swordsman fell, Jacelyn wouldn't be able to continue, for a variety of reasons, chief among them being an overwhelming grief.

But how to be diplomatic? How could she further their cause while offering everyone something they desired?

One hand supported her on the table as she rose, straightening gracefully before the mass. Lukas had started them down a path by accepting the lord's invitation and allowing her to dress so provocatively. She couldn't simply toss that aside for the sake of her own fear or pride.

"M'lord, I would protest that this is not how such things were done. As my Master pointed out, I am no whore to be rented for the night, nor a slave to be purchased. My servitude is one of willingness and can't be bartered away." She paused, her attention shifting from Aldrich to his guests. "However, if your lordship is playing the part of an Imperial in the great play of this evening, then I should not be the only one to enjoy such diversions. If your intentions were to stage a grand drama of how the Imperials lived and the slaves that pleasured them, then each woman here should participate if they so desire. However, I think it would be a refreshing change if the women here make a selection among the males at to who they might spend the evening with in conversation, entertainment, or otherwise. We are your Mistresses, and you become the slaves. Just as you've given me a choice, then all other females should choose."

That sent a ripple of amusement and interest through the crowd. Many of the women blushed, but began looking about the room. Jacelyn continued.

"And, as the highest ranking female in the room, it should be put to Lady Erica to make her selection first before the men start preening to attract a companion." That drew a laugh from the women, but Erica looked as though she might faint.

She rose with a tinge of blush at her porcelain cheeks. "I-I would claim the honor of entertaining Captain Lukas this evening," the noblewoman ventured. "If he would have me." She said the last in a rush and sat down.

That sparked a round of excitement as many of the women in the room suddenly began to confer with one another as to their choices. And the selections began. Some had quite obviously listened to the opinions of their escorts, for a woman would select one partner only to have that partner's wife or sister select the original's escort. The guests began to pair off in couplings and small groups, some merely to play games or for deeper conversations, but there were more than a few that were clearly accustomed to amorous activities in a group setting and wasted no time in involving themselves in private trysts. Wine flowed and clothing became optional.

When at last all of the men had been claimed, only Eric Aldrich had been left free by an unspoken agreement. As it was clear who he was most interested in, no other female would be able to satisfy him, so they left him unpicked for Jacelyn to claim. The ranger crooked a finger at him, beckoning him closer.

"It seems, by chance, that you are mine for the evening." It wasn't happenstance and they both knew it. "Perhaps we might find a more private setting? Though, I do need to speak with my Master before we go."
 
A bleak expression crept over Lukas’ face as he watched Jacelyn deftly steer the evening away from the brink. He understood exactly what she was doing and why, and had even experienced something similar in his past. There had been a few times during galas in Izantium when other, far more senior guests than he had “suggested” to him that they’d like to spend time with Ilse; since both of them were technically the property of the Sooltan, he’d had no other option save agreeing. But it had hurt then, just as it did now.

The sellsword noticed drops of blood on his forearm and that cleared his mind enough to recall the part Lady Erica had just played in this drama. And so to take his mind off of Jacelyn, or at least his eyes, the big warrior turned away to address the noblewoman. The die had been cast, and he now had his part in all this to continue playing out …

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Lord Eric was clearly confused and not terribly pleased by what Jacelyn’s remark had prompted, and indeed called for; some, though not all, of the other men in the room seemed equally perplexed. But he held his peace as the sorting out of partners began, perhaps because it was not just Jacelyn but his sister as well who were now instigating events. As he impatiently sipped at his wine Eric first looked around to try and find that older woman who never wore a proper costume to his bacchanals, and now had openly voiced her support for the mercenary as well ...

As women swirled around the room choosing partners, the Master Scrivener and his wife stood together as an island of calm in all the excitement; the handsome woman in the stola gazed serenely about as if sizing up her prospects, while the bespectacled, portly man beside her stood in his ill fitting cuirass, looking slightly nervous. Then, after several long moments, the woman turned and extended her hand to her husband, who positively beamed as he squired his lady to a quiet corner of the room …

Unable to find the Master Scribbler and his infuriating wife to vent his ire on, Eric then cast about for his closest friends – only to see Phillip gazing forlornly after Marie, who was happily moving about the room chatting with other women and quite brazenly sizing up several other men! Just as Eric was about to call out to his friend the young nobleman turned, and hurried to catch up with his wife as she walked away from him …

Seemingly unable to do anything about what was going on around him, at a revel he was hosting under his own family’s roof, Lord Eric had some more wine and quietly seethed …

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When Lukas turned around he could see Erica sitting there looking more than a little nervous and embarrassed. Which didn’t take his mind completely off of Jacelyn, but at least forced him to focus on something, someone else – there was little he could do to help the ranger now but at least he could do something for the trapped, uneasy woman sitting directly in front of him. The big warrior reached out, took the noblewoman’s small hands in his and smiled sincerely.

“Lady Erica, it would be my honor to be your companion and protector this evening.” He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “And I will do my very best to entertain you.” His smile broadened a little. “For it seems you are to be the Captain of our little company tonight. So what is it you think we should do first? It’s rather late for a visit to the stables I think, but if you’d like to show me the library, or your paintings and embroidery, or perhaps your artistry with the harp, that would all be to my liking.” Then he chuckled. “Though perhaps that’s presumptuous of me, to think a Lady such as yourself would want to go off with a man like me. So if you’d like to just stay here and chat a bit more, I’d be delighted to do that as well.” He sat back a little and looked into her eyes.

“So what is it Lady Erica wants to do now?”

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Once all the sorting was done Jacelyn crooked a finger at Eric, beckoning him closer; by then the nobleman was impatiently focusing on the scantily clad ranger and so did as she asked. “It seems, by chance, that you are mine for the evening” Jacelyn said; her statement seemed to calm and please the nobleman immensely, even if it didn’t come as a complete surprise. “Perhaps we might find a more private setting?” she went on. “Though I do need to speak with my Master before we go.”

The expressions that flashed across Eric’s face as Jacelyn spoke clearly mirrored his inner thoughts on what the ranger had last said; he was delighted with the former and … less than pleased with the latter. But the nobleman didn’t answer Jacelyn immediately, and instead had a little more wine as he seemed to try and reconcile his emotions; when he finally did answer he began pleasantly enough.

“But of course. I can think of just the place where we can best enjoy each other’s company.” Eric had another sip of wine and his tone changed, as did the smile on his face; it suddenly seemed to be more of a smirk. “And by all means, feel free to chat with your Captain before we go.” The nobleman paused. “Oh, and he really does need to restore the portion of your … costume that’s hanging from his belt, so do remember to get that from him before we make our exit together.”
 
Jacelyn quirked a brow at him, but said nothing. Venturing over to Lukas, she placed a soft hand upon his shoulder. "Lady Erica, might I steal my Master away from you for a moment? I just need a word."

Erica had been pondering Lukas' question when she interrupted and nodded her head, though her gaze slid back to her brother. "Of course. Captain, I shall be with my brother when you're done. I think I'd like to show you the library first." With a slight dip of acknowledgement, she rejoined her brother.

The ranger beckoned Lukas over to where they could speak without being overheard, brows drawn with worry as she murmured. "Is this what you were expecting when you accepted their invitation and dressed me so provocatively?" she asked. "He should not have been so insistent on having me before everyone. I understand why you insulted him as you did. He's an arrogant fool that believes he can have whatever he desires. But he's also an arrogant fool with more guards than you could slay alone. You'd end up captured or dead, and he'd likely never let me leave this place. I could not let that happen."

"Shall we flee? If you tell me you wish to, I will run from this with you and damn the consequences, for both us and Isolde. But if you believe we have information to gain from the pair of them, then I will do what I must, though I will not enjoy it as I do with you. I submit only to you, unless it is your desire that I do so."
 
Lukas couldn’t keep himself from sighing before he quietly answered Jacelyn. “You and I certainly could make it out of this madhouse, and probably also get free of your Lord Mathis as well. But we’d always be haunted by the thought of having left Idolde to her fate. A fate that most likely would be akin to that of poor Emelin’s.” Lord Balan’s future didn’t seem to feature much in Lukas’ thoughts, but given Lord Eric’s recent … performance, perhaps the gods forgave him for that.

The sellsword’s expression stayed glum as he went on, but it was abundantly clear he wasn’t upset with the ranger. “And no, it is not my desire that you submit to that arrogant, self centered …” Lukas seemed at a loss for words for a moment. “… child pretending to be a man.” Then he amended that. “Playing at being an Emperor.” The big warrior sighed again. “But this place, this oh so noble house is all we have to go on in finding Isolde. And something is amiss here I think.” Lukas glanced quickly towards their noble hosts as he stroked his beard.

“Erica isn’t as bad as I first thought and has let a few things slip. Their father seems to be a reclusive tyrant, and as I understand it both their mother and stepmother are dead; the stepmother apparently hated Erica, but was rather fond of Eric for some reason. And then …” Lukas hesitated “… well, just look at the two of them. Both trapped here in one way or another; there’s something else going on between them I’d wager.”

The sellsword quickly glanced around the room and back towards Eric and Erica; many of the other guests seemed to be … progressing their newfound relationships with gusto, even as their host and hostess were looking increasingly impatient. So Lukas tried to finish his thoughts as quickly as he could. “And then there’s this Prestwick, the Master of their household. He seemed to be a capable fellow when we first met him, and given how … ineffectual the rest of the family seems to be, I’d wager he knows where all the skeletons are buried.” The sellsword thought for a moment. “Though this is a big estate, so there might be others who also help run the place and know a thing or two.”

Lukas didn’t look the least bit happy, but wanted to make sure Jacelyn knew his ire wasn’t directed at her. “I understand why you said what you did lass, when I left things for you to decide.” The sellsword paused and Jacelyn could see his jaw muscles tightening. “I knew they were playing games and also that we had to be sitting at the table with them, not consigned to some corner as so much low born riff raff. Sitting at the head of the table. And things seemed to be going well enough. Erica was behaving, and Eric just seemed interested in pestering me with questions about my travels. But then we switched places and for some gods damned reason he suddenly started treating me like the Captain of his guard, and things went completely to shite.” Another quick pause. “You saved us from disaster lass, but only so that we could stay the course; if we want to find Isolde I have to go with Erica … and you have to go with Eric.” Lukas’ voice suddenly became completely flat.

“But if he hurts you I will kill him, even if it’s the last thing I ever do.” His eyes flicked over towards the couch. “They’re waiting for us lass. Was there anything else? We only have a few moments before he comes over here and makes another scene …”
 
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She touched his cheek, not hiding her smile. "If he hurts me, I'll kill him myself," she promised. Her hand dipped low, reaching for the leash in his belt and pulling it free reluctantly. "This is all I need at the moment. He requested it specifically." She didn't go into speculative details about why he wanted it, because it'd only hurt them both. Instead, she only offered Lukas a nod of understanding, touched his arm, and then walked back to her 'master' for the evening.

"M'lord, as you requested," she said, offering the leash to him with one hand.

Erica returned to Lukas once Jacelyn had abandoned him, sliding her arm into his. Her full breast pressed against his elbow as she leaned into him. "This way, Captain. I promise to take good care of you this evening. I hope it will not be boring for you." She offered a smile and gave his arm a squeeze.

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The library was a large room with many floor to ceiling shelves filled with books of all sorts. Several shelves had been positioned at right angles to the walls as the collection had grown, leaving a wide central aisle through the room, with thick carpets underfoot. The layout allowed for several private alcoves between rows that had been furnished with comfortable chairs, lanterns, and tables -- some meant for reading and others for research. The fireplace crackled merrily in the hearth in a larger seating area away from the books where stray embers would present no risk to the room full of tinder. Likewise, all but a few lanterns had been extinguished, leaving most of the alcoves in quiet shadow.

Erica seemed perfectly at home in the room, though the space clashed with her costume as they were from two very different eras. Even so, she relaxed and smiled once they were alone within the walls. "This is my space. Father has his own smaller library for his private collection. Mama enjoyed her time here, so I've been told. Eric always has other pursuits that keep him elsewhere." She glanced sidelong at him with a curious gaze. "Are you well read, Captain? Do you enjoy reading?"
 
Lukas had no memory of his walk to the library with Lady Erica, because the only thing he could think about was Jacelyn; she was the most capable woman he’d ever met, but when she’d pulled the leash from his belt his stomach had started churning along with his mind. He knew – he’d seen – what some Masters could do to their slaves, which was why he’d said the last thing he had to the ranger. And now there was no way for him to help her escape that possibility – while also knowing full well that while revenge might be sweet, it never changed what had already been done. So all he felt as he was guided along by Lady Erica was sickness, and a sense of shame that his fate that evening was almost certainly going to be far easier than Jacelyn’s …

The nobelwoman’s words finally started registering with Lukas once they’d entered her family’s library; to some extent that was simply because it did seem rather extensive, especially for such a repository of knowledge in the West. But he also thought he’d been rather churlish, for ignoring Erica during their walk; she was clearly doing her best to be … well, hospitable and then some and for him to just ignore her because of her fucking brother was, well … him being deeply unfair to her. So the sellsword pulled himself together and focused on Erica.

“Your library is truly impressive Lady Erica, impressive indeed. Sadly though I can’t honestly say I’m well read. I’ve studied the military classics of course, as your brother suspected. And also read portions of most of the important holy books when I was being raised, though I can’t say memorizing passages from them engaged me like chronicles of ancient battle wisdom did.” He frowned a little, for some reason suddenly hoping he wasn’t disappointing the woman before him. Then his visage brightened.

“Though when I was in the East, I did also dabble in trying to read some other works. Rabian remained mostly a mystery to me, for its characters are so different from ours. But I did pick up some Grecian, and was able to peruse some of Soplato’s teachings as they were originally written.” Then he actually laughed some. “But truth be told, the best work I read out there were parts of a translation of Five Hundred and Ten Nights a friend loaned to me; have you ever read it? It’s a collection of tales and songs, and riddles and poems too.” Lukas stopped to think for a moment and then decided to tell Lady Erica something further. “It was that book which made me try to write poetry myself. I’ve never been very good at it, but I think I’ve gotten a little better.” He thought some more. “Would you like to hear a poem I wrote just yesterday evening?”

CYOA: If Erica says yes to Lukas, click on the spoiler below. If not, just keep on reading.

She gave her body to him, to be pierced, to be taken,

And tho’ roughly used, she was never forsaken.

He saw her bright spirit, as scarred as her form,

And knew that he wanted her, safe in his arms.

“In an event Lady Erica, enough of my prattle. You say this is your space. That these are your works. What tales here do you hold dear, because they intrigue or inspire or entertain you?” Even though Erica’s lush form was almost completely revealed to the big warrior because of what she was wearing, oddly enough his eyes were completely focused on hers as he waited to hear a little more about what this woman valued most in her treasure trove …

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Eric grinned smugly as Jacelyn handed him the leash. “Well done. Now why don’t we get this attached?” A quick movement of the nobleman’s hands and a soft click accompanied the leash being attached to the ranger’s collar. “Excellent. Now let’s finish completing your costume.” The nobleman’s hands grasped Jacelyn’s wrists, brought them together and swiftly enough clipped one cuff to another, neatly binding her hands in front of her. “There, just like when you arrived.” Eric paused. “Though I suppose the room wasn’t full of guests then. Ah well that was their loss, but we’ll try to make it up to them now.” The nobleman tugged lightly on Jacelyn’s leash. “Off we go, to make our goodbyes …” And then, quite slowly, Eric made a circuit of the room saying farewell to his guests, all the while trailing the bound and leashed ranger behind him …

The general reaction to Eric and Jacelyn’s exit was essentially a combination of feigned indifference and stunned fascination; while the ranger’s “costume” had certainly attracted a great deal of attention before, it was clear most of the nobleman’s guests had no idea whatsoever of what to make of seeing the “new woman” being led away by Eric with her hands cuffed together and on a leash. But there were a few exceptions …

When they walked up to Lady Marie the young noblewoman was sitting on a couch between two men, neither of whom was her husband Lord Phillip. The man to her left was a very young noble who’d come to the bacchanal as his older sister’s “escort,” while the one to the right had been introduced to Jacelyn as Maxime, Eastmond’s Master smithy; when Maxime had been brought round to Jacelyn and Lukas he’d been accompanied by an attractive “companion” who had clearly been an expensive courtesan – she wasn’t the only “companion” Jacelyn and Lukas had been introduced to, for they seemed to be the “entry fee” single men paid to be invited to the bachannal. The only thing the two men were wearing were their sandals and Marie was down to her low heels and jewelry as well, and she also had a semi-erect cock in either hand; Lord Eric greeted the nobelwoman cheerily.

“Lady Marie, are you enjoying the bacchanal?”

“Oh yes indeed my Lord. It’s turned out to be your best one yet.” Marie’s hands kept slowly stroking. “And it’s all thanks to the oh-so clever and brave guest of honor you have with you now.” Marie’s eyes turned to Jacelyn and slowly took in the ranger’s collar, cuffs and leash, and also closely studied the other woman’s chest, the chain dangling from it and the dark shadow at the top of her legs. “You know my Lord” Marie went on, “I’ve had a thought. To repay your bountiful hospitality this evening perhaps I could join you later, once I’m done with my two new friends.” Both the noblewoman’s small hands gave a quick squeeze and began stroking a little faster. Marie smiled sweetly at Eric. “I really have learned a thing or two training my household’s indentured servants …” the noblewoman laughed musically “… and would also dearly love to spend a little more time with you;” to emphasize her last point Lady Marie uncrossed her long legs and spread them wide, which only served to confirm that the lush ginger hair on her head was quite natural.

Eric hesitated as he seemed to consider the offer that had just been made to him, but then his eyes happened to catch sight of Marie’s husband Lord Phillip, standing alone and forlorn off to the side; it seemed none of the ladies present had chosen him, and he’d been left adrift in the sea of revelry swirling around the room. Eric smirked as he replied to Marie. “What a simply wonderful idea my dear. Do pop up to my chambers when you’re done with your new admirers …”

As Eric tugged lightly on Jacelyn’s leash and led her out of the room the ranger could see Marie swivel to take the young nobleman’s cock in her mouth, and then also lift her skinny arse and shake it at the blacksmith; off to the side Marie’s husband Phillip was now sitting in an arm chair and his hand was moving under his togha, as he sat there by himself watching two other penises enter his wife’s slender body …

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Eric took his time leading Jacelyn up to his chambers and superficially the experience was much like her first walk to the bacchanal; only she knew how the two might differ in her head and heart. But eventually they arrived in the family wing of Aldrich manor and to Eric’s private rooms …

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Unsurprisingly enough, Eric’s chambers were expansive and lavishly furnished; there was a small waiting area and study to the fore, much larger bed and dressing rooms further in, and apparently separate bath and wardrobe rooms beyond that. The nobleman paused for a moment after the heavy doors were closed behind them by a servant then led Jacelyn into the bedroom, which was centered around an enormous, four poster bed that was still dwarfed by the room. Eric paused again as they entered, then turned to Jacelyn.

“Wait here a moment” was all he instructed as he released her leash and let it flop down against her torso. The nobleman then walked over to a small iron stanchion bolted to the wall that was being used as the anchor for a large lamp hung from the ceiling; after a bit of fiddling Eric was able to undo the rope and lower the light to where he could remove it from a heavy iron hook. Then, still holding onto the rope with one hand, he beckoned to Jacelyn with the other.

“Come over here and hold out your hands.”
 
Erica nodded eagerly that she wished to hear Lukas' poem, though when he'd recited her, her smile fell a trifle. She sat down on one of the sofas near the fire, looking quite small upon the oversized furniture. "You wrote that for her, did you not?" she asked quietly. "About her. Oh, dear."

"Captain..." She paused, toying uncertainly with a lock of her hair that hung loose against her neck. "I am sorry for my brother's brashness. He's so accustomed to having his way in most things... all things... that his challenge could not have come easily for you. I apologize for hurting you, in trying to hold you back. I did not want to see you killed. I am certain you are a fierce warrior, but it would not have been a fair fight. He would have set his guards upon you, and killed you for the insult."

"I see now that I shouldn't have interfered. Your woman seemed to play things perfectly, sacrificing herself to appease him and keep you safe. I was thankful to her for that, but I am not the company you wish to have this evening. I am nothing like her, and I'm certain that you abhor useless women like me. This..." She waved a hand at her costume, suddenly embarrassed by how much he could likely see. "This is not who I am. This is my brother's influence. He delights in showing off his toys, whether it's a new stallion, sword, or his sister. Now he has your ranger, and he's not going to be gentle with her." She flushed brightly. "I know this quite well. He enjoys hurting people."

"If you ask it of me, I will take you to his chambers so you can deal with him as you like. I'm certain she's stronger than me and can survive him, but if you wish to spare her... I will help you in any way I can."

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Jacelyn was extremely irritated by the time she'd been led out of the feasting hall and up the stairs. He had his prize and couldn't help but show it off to everyone. Remembering Lukas' coaching, she did not balk at their attention, however. Her chin remained tipped upward, proud, and she walked with a graceful gait that did nothing to betray the nervousness she felt inside. She trusted Lukas more than anyone. Trusted him with her own life, knowing he'd never truly harm her. She didn't have the same assurances with Lord Aldrich. She'd seen the hardness in his eyes as his personality shifted so easily. Such men were inherently dangerous, as she well knew.

Once they were alone, his actions did nothing to ease her trepidation. As he removed the lantern, she knew what he had planned for her, and stared at the hook that he meant to use. Her evening had only just started, but she knew it'd prove to be a painful one. However, she'd endured it before. She could do so again. Though... how far would he go? How far would he wish to punish her for whatever slight he'd experienced earlier?

Pushing down her fear, she moved the few steps to meet him, holding out her bound wrists to her new 'master'. "One speculates that you've done this before, m'lord," she commented, eyes following the rope to where it looped through the fixtures at ceiling height.
 
Lukas immediately realized he’d blundered again; his mind had strayed back to Jacelyn and of course the poem was about her. He’d composed it the evening before while sitting at that bonfire outside the mine, but hadn’t had the chance to recite it to her yet. And now it’d come spouting out of his stupid mouth at the absolutely worst possible time, ruining things between him and Lady Erica. But stupid wasn’t the only emotion he was feeling at the point …

Erica’s offer of helping him go to Jacelyn’s aid and “deal” with Eric was sorely tempting him, especially given the nobelwoman’s thoughts on her brother’s personality, and even though it certainly would end any hope they had of finding Isolde – and it was that last thought that gave Lukas pause. That was the whole reason why they were here in the first place, why the ranger had said what she did, and why Jacelyn was now alone with Lord Eric. Who was he to let his emotions run amok, ruin all that, and consign Isolde to her fate, especially since he knew Jace was the strong woman Erica had mentioned. Which brought his thoughts back to the woman he was destined to be with that night …

He’d once again treated Lady Erica poorly even though she’d been attentive and pleasant to him, and in response to that insult she’d actually offered to help oppose her own brother if the sellsword so wished it! As he looked down at the true Lady sitting in front of him, looking so small and nervous and forlorn, Lukas also felt like a right piece of shite just then too …

With his mind in turmoil the sellsword stood paralyzed until he heard a voice speaking to him that he hadn’t heard for many years; the Abbott who’d been in charge of the monastery he was raised in, and the man who may have been his father as well, lecturing Lukas and the other young initiates on the principles of their Order. “… and above all else, Brothers of the Hammer are ruled by duty; first and foremost we do our duty to Lord Mares and his priesthood, our Order, and our fellow Brothers. Even if it means our death.” If he couldn’t do his duty at that moment, to Jacelyn and Isolde, and now Erica as well, while just standing there safe as houses in a library? – what use would he ever be again on the field of battle? So Lukas pulled his head out of his own arse, took a breath and sat down next to Erica.

“Lady Erica, I am sorry” he began sincerely. “You have been nothing but the finest hostess to me this evening, and I’ve repaid your hospitality with rudeness; my thoughts have not been very clear of late. But I can see now that my place is here with you tonight; the gods want that, I want that, and I also hope you still want that.” He reached out and gently took her hands in his. “I hope you can forgive me. Especially because there is something … something else, that you and only you can help me with …”

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Eric grinned smugly but didn’t reply to Jacelyn’s comment as he worked the hook through the loops attached to both her cuffs. Then the nobleman took hold of the rope and began pulling towards the floor, slowly but surely lifting the ranger’s strong, slender arms until they reached straight up above her head towards the distant ceiling. He stopped just as Jacelyn’s heels would have begun to lift from the floor, leaving her still able to stand on her feet if she didn’t move them too far but also more exposed and vulnerable to the nobleman’s attentions than she’d been so far that evening; stretched out as she was the ranger’s sheer tunic had also ridden up even higher on her lean thighs, and now just barely pretended to cover her sex. Once Eric had secured the rope to its stanchion he returned to stand in front of Jacelyn and finally replied to her. “Perhaps I have done this before” he said smoothly enough. “But one could also … speculate that you have as well, Mistress Jacelyn.”

With a smirk on his face Eric strolled towards his enormous bed, slowly removed his extravagant togha, and revealed he was wearing a finely made version of Lukas’ costume beneath it. That let Jacelyn see that the man who had control over her was actually quite fit, albeit in a way that looked rather different from the sellsword. Eric’s arms, legs and chest were unblemished and sparsely covered with a fine, light blond fuzz that, combined with his clean shaven good looks and curly hair, made him look less like a shaggy, scarred bear and more one of the marble statues one might see in the old Imperial cities to the south or in Grecia – with light blue eyes that were just as hard.

Still smirking the nobleman tossed his outer garment onto his bed then retrieved an ornate ceremonial dagger from a nightstand, which he used to quickly cut Jacelyn’s flimsy garment from her body leaving her nude save for her shoes, the adornments in her hair and her slave regalia. That done the dagger was also tossed onto the bed and Eric went to retrieve something else from a rather innocuous looking chest sitting off to one side; it was three strips of leather, each slightly narrower than the man’s wrist. The bottom strip was about as long as Lord Eric’s forearm, the middle one slightly shorter than that and the topmost strip shorter still; they’d all been stitched together at one end and wrapped to form a handle of sorts, complete with a thong which now looped around the nobleman’s right wrist. Eric swung his arm back and forth which let Jacelyn see that the strips, while not as rigid as leather armor, were certainly not as supple as a nobleman’s boots either. As if to prove the latter point Lord Eric swung his arm swiftly and the strips struck the wooden nightstand’s top with a very loud slapping noise.

That little display taken care of Eric sauntered back towards Jacelyn still grinning smugly, glanced down at the chain hanging from the clips attached to her nipples, and then looked into the ranger's beautiful blue eyes. “So Mistress Jacelyn, as I recall you said you find pain an enjoyable sensation. And are accustomed to rough handling. Was that correct?”

Before she could answer Eric reached out with his left hand and yanked down on Jacelyn’s chain – hard …
 
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"Of course, I forgive you," she protested, giving his hands a squeeze as he held them. "Though you have no need to apologize! It's clear that you care deeply for the ranger. I do not fault you for that in the slightest. Though I'm glad you wish to be with me tonight, because there is no one here that I would rather spend the evening with, even if it is only in conversation." Though with the way she angled her body toward him, she hinted that she'd be interested in something more than conversation if he was amiable to it.

"Please. Whatever I can help you with, I will certainly try." She waited with unfeigned interest, large, expressive eyes studying his face. He was far more handsome than he realized, even with the gruffness that his lifestyle had added.

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As Jacelyn's arms were hoisted into the air, she watched Aldrich with a careful eye. He was the sort to take every advantage given to him, no matter how it hurt others, she guessed. He'd certainly leapt at the opportunity to have her for the evening, and she could only speculate as to what he had planned. However, what she knew without a shadow of any doubt was that when she was finally released from his company, she'd be going with lingering pain and likely bruises. Swallowing her fears, she stretched as he'd raised her, keeping most of her feet upon the floor and her hands wrapped about the section where the rope was secure to the cuffs, keeping the leather from digging into her skin and possibly spraining a wrist. For one that depended on the bow, damage to her hands could be devastating.

His return with the dagger caused her stomach to tighten. In her vulnerable position, she could do little to prevent him from plunging that blade into her body if he suddenly changed his mind. Her breath caught and held as the metal neared her skin, but the blade itself never touched her directly. The thin cloth she wore was easily removed, and she was able to breathe as soon as he'd tossed the dagger away. Had Lukas done the same, she would have had no reason to distrust him, even if he'd put the blade to her throat. With Eric, she didn't yet know just how sadistic he might be.

When he returned with his toy, she licked her lips, watching the leather instrument for a moment. Knowing she'd likely feel the leather against her skin soon, she readied herself for the sting. She wasn't at all prepared for the deep, intense pain to her nipples. She'd barely registered his question before the first of his punishments came, sending a searing heat through both of her breasts as the clamps held tightly. Her body tensed as a quivering scream was involuntarily pulled from her. Her hands tightened into fists as she struggled to remain on her feet. Though she swallowed additional cries, she was panting softly when her body finally relaxed.

"Y-yes, m'lord!" she answered, voice wavering a trifle. She swallowed thickly, composing herself as she met his eyes. "However, I would advise against leaving any sort of mark or drawing blood. Even I couldn't save you from my Master if you damage his property."

Her breasts were throbbing painfully, but that spark of pain had telegraphed straight to her clit, which pulsed in time with her heartbeat. She knew better than to promise her body could hold against against this man. The reactions were involuntary at this point in her life, trained into her to the point where she couldn't control those feelings. She could feel guilty about it later, of course, but her body felt no guilt or shame. Her body loved and craved it. Somewhere, deep inside, Jacelyn craved it, as well.
 
Lukas smiled warmly at Erica. “Thank you Lady Erica” he said sincerely. “You’re being far too kind to me, but I’ll try to repay your kindness as best I can.” The sellsword paused for a moment, as if he was organizing his thoughts before he went on – which was precisely the case. “My Muse has visited me once again this evening; she seems to be a fickle one, coming and going as she pleases, and never as helpful as I’d like.” The big warrior chuckled then paused, now seemingly hesitant about continuing; but he did so anyway. “I believe I have a new poem somewhere in me. A poem about you. But the words are all … jumbled, and indistinct as well; I told you I’m not a very good poet, and my thinking has also been less than clear of late.” Lukas’ smile became rueful as he said the last, but then his expression turned hopeful once again. “But with your help Lady Erica, I think I might be able to coax those words out of me.” He gave her hands a gentle squeeze before resuming.

“Any favor from you would help with that, and of course you’ve already done me a great one by choosing me as your companion for this evening. But anything further, any other favors you might see fit to grant, could only help as well.” Lukas glanced down towards their joined hands after saying the last and as he did his eyes couldn’t help but slide over the noblewoman’s lush and barely concealed form. But then he looked right back up into Erica’s eyes. “And so if I may, I’d like to ask you another question in hopes that you’ll answer it honestly.”

Before asking his question though, Lukas adjusted himself so that he was sitting right up against Lady Erica on the big sofa with one of his arms wrapped rather boldly around her slender shoulders. His other hand still held hers, but as the sellsword looked at all the books that surrounded them he briefly gestured with that hand before retaking hers; his eyes though continued to focus away from her, not because he didn’t want to look at the beautiful noblewoman but because he thought it would be easier for her to reply that way.

“This is your space, where you come to read and reflect. But what is it you dream about in your idle moments here?” He gave her hands another gentle squeeze before he continued in a way that tried to be as firm as it was caring. “And I don’t mean just any dreams; we came together at this evening’s bacchanal after all. And while you say you were there because of your brother’s influence, which I believe, you’re also still a normal, healthy woman in addition to being a Lady. And it certainly wasn’t your brother who forced you to pick me. So what sorts of … those dreams slip into your head as your mind wanders here?” Lukas wanted to make his very forward conversation as easy as possible for Erica even though they were sitting alone, so he just started tossing out ideas to hopefully get her thinking, and perhaps her … juices going and flowing in a … pleasant direction …

“Do you fancy yourself some great Tsarina of the East you’ve read about, with a hareem full of men at her beck and call?” Lukas rather doubted that was the case for Erica, but you never knew and it seemed best to him to start with a notion that was probably furthest from the mark. “Or perhaps you picture yourself as a damsel who’s been rescued from some great peril by a brave knight, or being on a vessel in the Middle Sea that’s taken by a roguish corsair?” After a brief pause to see how those suggestions were received Lukas continued talking to the row of books across from them, so that Erica didn’t have to meet his gaze as even more scandalous ideas came her way.

“Or might it be that your mind prefers to stay closer to home, and you see yourself as some maiden who’s seized and taken into an alley in town or the woods in the countryside, by a ruffian or brigand who suddenly wants far more from you than your valuables?” Lukas grinned, but still didn’t look at the woman beside him as he hugged Erica’s shoulders and finished. “Or closer to home still, perhaps you imagine yourself the Lady of some great manor, who’s brought down to her library in just her nightclothes to meet a broad shouldered mercenary Captain, who’s taken her estate in the night at the behest of some rival?” Lukas couldn’t help laughing a little at the last one. “I told you my thoughts have been less than clear of late.”

But then he caressed her fingers with his, still looking away. “But seriously Lady Erica, if you could help me by telling me a little of what you prefer in … that regard, I think it might help me be a better poet.” He paused very briefly. “And also a better companion to you this evening …”

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Eric’s reaction to Jacelyn’s reply was very much akin to how he’d reacted at the end as they chatted on the couch down at the bacchanal. Initially, when she panted out “Y-yes, m’lord!” in a wavering voice he actually smiled. But after the ranger had looked him in the eyes and added “However, I would advise against leaving any sort of mark or drawing blood. Even I couldn’t save you from my Master if you damage his property” his mood abruptly turned … less than happy.

Eric’s eyes stayed locked with Jacelyn’s as the nobleman’s face darkened and his whole body began quivering with obvious rage; the ranger could actually see the leather strips in the man’s right hand shaking as his body vibrated. Finally, a little spittle flew from Lord Eric’s lips as he hissed venomously at the bound woman in front of him. “You advise me? Because you couldn’t save me from your Master if I …” Eric’s left hand rose up and his fingers opened and closed as he pantomimed someone talking “… yah, yah, yah. Bah!”

The nobleman slowly turned in place as he looked down at his feet; only after Eric had made a full circle did he once again look at the ranger and speak to Jacelyn in a sugary sweet tone. “And who is going to save you right now Mistress Jacelyn, hmm?” And then, quite suddenly Lord Eric’s face contorted with rage as he screamed at her at the top of his lungs. “AND WHO IS THIS MASTER YOU KEEP SPEAKING OF YOU HALFWIT BITCH!? TONIGHT I AM YOUR MASTER!”

Before Jacelyn could even think of a reply to this outburst, Lord Eric roughly turned her to face the wall of his bed chamber and the beating began …

The implement in Eric’s hand first targeted the ranger’s buttocks, cracking into both cheeks over, and over and over again. Because of the way the strips were configured each stroke hurt two times more than Lukas’ hand ever had, and sounded ten times worse. The nobleman clearly wasn’t counting his blows, and only finally stopped when he could see Jacleyn’s shapely arse beginning to bruise. Then he worked over the backs of her lean thighs all the way down to the crease of her knees, and after that shifted up to abuse her torso; thankfully some of his rage seemed to have boiled away by then and he skipped over the ranger’s lower back and the organs within unprotected by bones, and instead punished all the lean muscle that lay above it. If Jacelyn could have seen Eric’s face she would have noticed how he grinned with satisfaction as his implement cracked into her old scars, which would have told her just how inexperienced he was at this sort of thing – for one good thing about scars is that they have no nerves to feel pain …

Seemingly satisfied Eric once again spun Jacelyn in place to face him, apparently caring little for whether she could keep her feet or not. And then that pleasant smile returned to his handsome face. “How was that Mistress Jacelyn? Did you find it enjoyable enough, hmm? Or perhaps I haven’t been a good enough host to you; please do excuse me for that oversight Mistress, I’ll remedy it immediately.”

And then quite suddenly, Lord Eric’s right hand whipped upwards in a vicious underhanded blow and the tips of the leather strips in his hand cracked into the tender flesh of the outer bottom of Jacelyn’s left breast …
 
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The moment that Lukas drew near, Erica's heartbeat thrummed rapidly against her chest. Each place he touched, every place where their bodies aligned, tingled like the air just before a storm. His hand upon hers caused a swarm of butterflies to flit about her nervous stomach that had somehow become directly linked to her sex. It throbbed, as well, even though he'd yet to stray anywhere near that area.

And if she thought his touch electrifying, she found his words to be even more so. Each additional suggestion caused her blush to deepen, from the apples of her cheeks to the hard points of her reddened breasts that dimpled her dress. Though not particularly lewd in his descriptions, the images they conjured and acts they implied were more than enough to make her squirm. The girl was no virgin. Her brother had seen to that, but her partners had usually been selected by Eric for his own amusement and pleasure. Lukas had been her choice, and that thrilled her most of all. The handsome Captain was spending time with her because he wished to do so, not because he was obligated to either her father or her brother. He'd honored her when he'd agreed to her choice, and likely didn't even know it.

As he didn't look at her, she was free to gaze at him openly. While pondering his choices, she nibbled at her lip. "I... I suppose that I dream of a lot of things," she admitted. "All involving freedom, having someone steal me away. Though... now that you mention it, there is one particular dream that I'd not realized would appeal to me so greatly until this very moment."

"The raiders who've come to claim our estate and sever the Aldrich line. We are all pulled from our beds in the dead of night and put to the sword. They die before my eyes, and I weep for them, but mostly for myself because I know that I shall be next. But the rugged Captain has other plans for me that involve an entirely different type of sword with which to impale me." She could hardly believe she was saying such things to him. They sounded dirty and wrong, but admitting them aloud was thrilling in a small way.

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Jacelyn knew she'd made a grave error the moment the words left her mouth, and she watched his expression change so dramatically. He was mercurial and shifting, easily swayed by his emotions. Easily enraged. Mouth closing tightly, she stood with her heart hammering in fearful anticipation as he began to circle her. She'd seen the great mountain cats do the same when they had their prey trapped, circling as they waited for the perfect moment to strike. Aldrich was no cat, however, no matter how vicious. He was a volatile flame, merely needing the smallest spark to spread.

His angry tirade drew a wince from her as he shouted practically in her face, but she had no chance to recover as she was whipped about. Logically, she knew what was to come, but there was no possible way to be prepared for that first strike, no matter how many times before she'd felt the sting. She shrieked as loud as he'd been, hips jutting forward as the straps contacted her rear with a loud pop. The man would offer no quarter, she soon learned. Each stroke followed quickly, giving her no time to acclimate to the pain before the next one fell. The result was excruciating as her raw nerves screamed in protest.

She didn't scream after the first blow, but each additional slap pulled an involuntary whimper from her throat that rose in pitch a fraction at a time. Her body twisted initially, trying to flee the pain, but soon caved to the logic of experience -- that it'd be easier on her in the long run if she simply stood still. Stroke after stroke came, feeding her darkness, that small part of her that insisted she deserved to be mistreated and punished. Oh, how she hated that part of herself. Oh, how she craved it.

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Rope bound her arms, viciously tight and unforgiving, tightening further as she struggled between the two men that held her. She hissed at them, jerking her body about in a pitiful attempt to break free, but the strong hands upon her simply closed until her bones threatened to snap. She dug her heels into the packed earth, which earned her a cuff to the head. Her vision swam and the world tilted dizzingly, making her wholly unprepared for the moment they shoved her forward. Staggering, Jacelyn fell painfully to her knees. One jerked her head up by her hair and set a knife to her throat.

"Look at me!" he growled.

Her eyes rose slowly to stare at the man that towered over her. The Northman, vicious and intimidating, with a multitude of scars that told the story of his violent life. The Jarlman. Her Jarlman.

"I spared you the first time because you were young and, I thought, malleable. A second attempt is an unfortunate pattern that cannot be tolerated." He nodded and she felt the blade against he throat.

"No! No, please!" An elegant woman threw herself from the crowd, kneeling at the Jarlman's feet to clutch his tunic with both hands. Tears streamed down her pretty face as she sobbed. "Please, spare her! For me, my love. She is my only daughter. She could be your daughter."

He shook his head as he eyed Jacelyn with disdain. "No child of mine would ever be so disobedient and weak."

"She was frightened, my Jarl! Wounded by your men and frightened they'd hurt her further. Please, have pity upon her. She is a strong worker and helpful. You have seen as such. Please do not slay her! Please allow her the chance."

He sighed and glowered at them both. "Off me woman! The lash, then. And this shall be the last merciful act I allow your eldest. If you do not keep her in line, I will put you both to the knife."

How many lashes she endured, she couldn't say. They struck her time and again, leather snapping painfully. She screamed until she lost her voice, and could do little but sob when the last three strikes fell, each from a specially barbed flog that sliced through her skin like paper.

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Endure. You've endured worse. He'll tire. You must endure.

It was the mantra that the ranger chanted each time the leather fell across her skin. She didn't openly sob, but couldn't stop the tears that fell. Then at last, the beating stopped, though her back and legs still burned with pain, and her thighs quivered and threatened to collapse. Even so, the absence of that torturous implement upon her tender flesh was almost blissful.

Until the moment he decided to turn his wrath upon her breast.

The ranger cried as pain exploded within, legs faltering beneath her. She clung to the rope that held her, as though it were her salvation, and kept the downward drag from jerking at her shoulders, but the reflex was involuntary. Her thoughts were solely on the man before her as she rapidly calculated how best to please him.

"Please, m'lord! Mercy!" she sobbed. "'Twas but a foolish jest. Please forgive me! You are my Master. You are my Lord! I only wish to please you. You've been a most gracious host. Never have I seen such a celebration!"
 
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Lukas was more than a little shocked to hear that Erica’s private dreams included seeing her family put to the sword before her eyes, but was able to hold his peace about that little revelation since he’d seen how her brother was and had to assume her father was just as bad. When she was done he just gave her hands another squeeze and also stroked her hair gently as he spoke to her quite casually. “Thank you Lady Erica, that was most helpful to me.” Then they sat together quietly for a few moments, before the sellsword shifted a bit so that he could look into Erica’s beautiful face.

“You know it strikes me that the bacchanal is still going on, and even though we’re not there we’re dressed for it. And since that revel is really about play acting, we could do a little of that right here in the library, using your thoughts as a script of sorts. Do you think that might be enjoyable?” Without waiting for an answer Lukas stood and offered Erica a hand to encourage her to rise as well. Then he placed his hands on her bare upper arms and just kept on talking, in a voice that was now as urgent as it hopefully was dramatic.

“Imagine this if you will. You’ve woken in the middle of the night to the sounds of commotion and fighting outside. A servant rushes into your bedchambers and urges you to remain within, then rushes out again leaving you completely in the dark as to what’s happening. Then … eerie silence for a time, until your doors burst open and two strange warriors stride up to you, blades unsheathed. They roughly bundle you from your chambers clad only in your night clothes and bed slippers …” here Lukas gently shook Erica a little “ … and haul you outside where, to your horror you see your family put to the sword before your very eyes.” Lukas squeezed Erica’s arms a little more tightly for a moment as if to emphasize the horror of what she’d just witnessed. “It seems you’re to meet the same fate when suddenly you hear one of the warriors say ‘No, stay your blade. The Captain said he wants to see her first, in the library.’ So once again you’re whisked away …” a little more shaking “… and brought to this very spot, and told to just stand and wait until this mysterious Captain comes for you …”

Lukas looked into Erica’s eyes closely for a moment, to make sure she understood her role in their little play. Then he gave her arms one last reassuring squeeze, turned and quickly walked off to disappear behind some bookshelves for several moments to ready himself and let her anticipation grow …

The mercenary Captain came striding around the corner towards Erica with sword in hand (which he’d found on the library wall,) looking like he was about to take command of a company of a hundred battle hardened warriors and tell them all to think of him not so much as their new commander, but their new god. His glance slid over the noblewoman for a moment, but then he marched up to a table, placed his sword on it and then pantomimed pouring himself a drink. Only after all that did he finally turn and speak coolly. “So you are Lady Erica, hmm?”

Lukas began walking slowly around the noblewoman, appraising her openly and closely as he stroked at his beard; he hoped it looked as if he was deep in thought. Then he began speaking in an odd, muted tone as if he was thinking aloud, which seemed to match the words he was now using. “She’s quite the beauty, even more so than I was told. It would be a real shame to put her to the sword like the others, and certainly an affront to Vendite as well. Hmm … My orders were to ‘ensure the Aldrich family is no more,’ which means I can exercise some … discretion if I choose to. She certainly would make a lovely companion on campaign, helping to warm my blankets at night. If she can ride that is … and is willing to be mounted as well. Of course we’d have to darken those lovely blonde locks of hers for a time, to avoid arousing any suspicion but that would be a small price to pay. Let’s see what sort of spirit she has …”

Lukas’ voice returned to a more normal tone as he ceased his pacing, strode up to Erica and looked her in the eyes. “I am Captain Lukan, and this manor is now under my control until I turn it over to he who hired me and my company. Your family is no more and you may join them if you wish. But there may be another fate in store for you, if you understand that you are now mine and please me as well.” The sellsword took a step back, crossed his burly arms over his broad chest and spoke to Erica in the same flat, hard voice he would have used with any one of his men - but anyone looking on closely would have seen there was only kindness in his eyes.

“Take off your nightdress. And understand that with it you will be also ridding yourself of the title Lady Aldrich, and stand before me simply as a woman named Erica …”

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Eric was breathing heavily as Jacelyn sobbed and pleaded with him; the ranger could see he was still angry despite her words, though it was hard for her to also miss the way his tunic had tented up above his groin – it seemed he had rather enjoyed the beating in his own way as well. But before Eric could say anything in reply another voice was heard from the doorway, that of a woman; it was Lady Marie, still wearing nothing but her shoes and striking a pose that emphasized her long legs and the fact that while she had a boyish figure, she was still very much a woman.

“Well done my Lord, I couldn’t have done a better job myself.” The noblewoman laughed. “And believe me I’ve tried, with some of my more … unruly indentured servants.” Another musical laugh followed that. “I do hope you don’t mind me letting myself in. My two new companions could only last so long, so after I had Phillip clean them up and sent my husband packing, I thought I’d pop up as you suggested and see if I could … lend a hand.” As she said the last Marie’s hand appeared from behind her back to reveal that she was holding a riding crop.

The noblewoman pushed off the doorjamb and strutted forward, tossing her curly ginger locks over her shoulder with a flip of her head. Then she swished the riding crop through the air a few times and offered it to Eric. “Would you care to try this my Lord? Just to make sure that your clever and oh so brave … guest is being completely sincere with you? And perhaps I could also help you in checking to see if she’s … truly enjoying herself?”

Eric had seemed a little put off by Marie’s sudden appearance despite having invited her up to his chambers, but then he smiled at the mention of her husband and accepted the crop from her in place of the joined leather strips that he’d been wielding. “Yes, yes I would Lady Marie. Thank you for remembering my invitation.” Then he turned, reached out and ever so lightly touched Jacelyn’s sex with the tongue-like leather keeper at the end of the crop. His voice seemed to suddenly be quite pleasant as he spoke to the ranger, though his eyes still seemed rather … excited.

“So … Jacelyn. You now say that I’m your true Lord and Master. That you’ve never seen such a celebration. That you’re enjoying yourself tremendously. But is all that true? Are you now willing to do anything and everything I tell you in order to please me? Or are you just lying to me as my good friend Lady Marie suspects?”

While the two nobles waited for Jacelyn’s response Eric lightly tapped the ranger’s vulva once with the crop’s leather keeper, then began rubbing it against her sex while Marie’s bright eyes roamed over the ranger’s nude body …
 
As his scenario unfolded, Erica's excitement grew. Each layer he added to their private drama added to the almost palpable anticipation that all but radiated from the woman. He'd described exactly what she'd envisioned down the smallest detail. Nodding her understanding, she took her place as he disappeared, trying to tamp down the giddiness she felt so that she could react properly to his performance. When he strode back into the sitting area, she had her hands clutched and pressed to her chest. The sight of his sword made her jump, in truth, for she'd not expected him to bring in a prop, but that small nuance simply added a sense of realism to the production. Wide eyes followed him as he paced while she nibbled nervously on her lower lip. Her nervousness was not all feigned. He was a powerful, intimidating man, and the thought of giving him control, even in jest, made her stomach quiver. Thus far, he'd been nothing but a gentleman, but what if... what if he turned out to be like her brother?

"He killed them all. Killed them, and I'm alone," she lamented quietly, coping his mechanism for sharing an internal dialogue. "He's so large. He looks so very strong. He could easily kill me with his bare hands without ever needing that sword. And yet he spared me. For what reason? To own me? To own my body? I... I have so very little choice in the matter. I do not wish to die, so I must do as he asks, else I might endure a worse fate. But... I've never known a man. How badly will he hurt me?"

Slowly, her arms lowered, and she reached for the sleeve of her gown, sliding it over the curve of her shoulder and then pulling her arm free. Hooking both thumbs along the sides of her gown, she pushed it down her body. Her breasts appeared, fuller and larger than the Ranger's, then her slender waist and broad hips. The diaphanous fabric clung to her curves, but eventually whispered down her legs to pool about her feet. Erica was fully nude for him, save for her shoes and the jewelry she wore. The blonde curls atop her head were echoed in the thatch of blond between her thighs.

Ducking her head a trifle, eyes lowered to the floor in feigned embarrassment, she covered her breasts with her arm and stretched her other hand out to cover her sex. Her body was flushed, both from indulging in her father's fine wine, as well as the excitement she felt at playacting the shy victim.

"Yes, Captain," she intoned with the barest of whispers.

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Jacelyn was extremely glad for the distraction that Lady Marie provided, shifting Aldrich's attention away from hurting her, if only for a second. Her breast stung, but not terribly. Certainly not in comparison to the raging inferno that had engulfed the entirety of her back. While the two bantered, she concentrated on regaining her breath, still panting harshly from the intensity of her first test.

At the production of a new toy, her eyes followed as it changed hands. Breath catching as Aldrich neared, she tensed in anticipation. The light tap against her sex wasn't a surprise, but it made her yelp all the same. She jerked a fraction as pain and pleasure bloomed within. Shamefully, her hips jutted toward him as he began to rub her with that crop, chasing a bit of pleasure to distract her from the agony. A soft moan rose in her throat each time the leather neared her clit.

"Anything, m'lord! I will obey you as you desire and pleasure you however you wish! Please... please let me show you ." She choked down another moan as her throbbing clit twitched from anticipated contact that never came. Despite the pain radiating through her back, her pussy was sopping. If he wanted proof of her enjoyment, he'd only have to look at the riding crop in his hand to see that her lust was very real. The leather glistened with her sweet honey that had begun to ooze out of her sex.
 
Lukas rounded on Erica with an expression on his face that matched the stern tone of his voice. “Don’t trifle with me woman! Do you think I told you to remove your nightdress so I could see the backs of your hands?”

But before the noblewoman could do or say anything in reply Lukas was advancing on her. The warrior wrapped his big hands around the sides of Erica’s torso, high up just beneath her full breasts and began half lifting, half coaxing her backwards, which inevitably caused the much smaller woman to stumble – but not fall, since Lukas ensured that wouldn’t happen. The sellsword manhandled the noblewoman in this fashion until they were very close to one of the pillars that supported the library’s roof, and then he abruptly stopped – so that he could quite carefully place her back up against the pillar, while making sure that her head also didn’t crack into the rough-hewn stone; Lukas wanted Erica to feel excited and a little bit frightened, not scared witless and in pain. Then he stepped back and glowered at the woman before him, trying to look as if he was barely containing his fury.

“Now I'm going to tell you two things, and you're to attend to them carefully woman. First, you are to keep your back against that cold stone until I tell you otherwise; if you disobey me in this, you will be punished.” Lukas paused for just a moment to see what Lady Erica’s reaction to that might be, then went on in a flat voice. “And second – drop … your … hands Erica. Drop them now.”

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As Lord Eric continued to toy with Jacelyn’s sex it was Lady Marie who finally spoke up. “Perhaps a few strokes with the crop is in order my Lord, just to ensure she speaks the truth?” But Eric didn’t seem to be paying attention to the slender noblewoman and just kept moving the crop’s keeper about, alternating between lightly tapping on the ranger’s vulva and rubbing the smooth leather over her sex; he seemed to be mesmerized by the soft moans that escaped Jacelyn’s lips and the way her hips had seemingly taken on a life of their own, twitching towards him in response to what he was doing. Finally though the nobleman stopped, and carefully brought the tip of the crop back towards him so he could look at and touch it as well; the juices that now coated the keeper seemed to fascinate him. Marie spoke up again, in a voice that sounded a little strained; “M’Lord, are you … is something amiss?”

That seemed to break whatever spell had been on Lord Eric, and the nobleman turned to Lady Marie. “No, no everything is fine. Thank you again for bringing me this wonderful toy …” Eric lifted the crop slightly in his hand “ … it hadn’t occurred to me to use it for this; I rather prefer it to the one I had made.” Then he looked over to where Jacelyn stood. “No, I think she’s speaking the truth now; no need for any more … discipline at the moment …” Then, quite suddenly the crop swished as Eric twitched his arm, and the keeper cracked into the outside of the ranger’s lean thigh, where it immediately left a mark. “… But we’ll keep both implements close to hand, in case we need them later on. Come Lady Marie, help me get her down so she can make good on all her promises …”

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A short while later Jacelyn found herself kneeling on a portion of the bedchamber’s floor that was uncovered by a rug or carpet, her cuffed wrists clipped together before her and still only wearing the silver band around her forehead, a ribbon in her hair, her collar, leash and chain, and the shoes that went with her costume; the two nobles were looking down at her from nearby. After a moment’s consideration, the nobleman spoke to Marie.

“I think that while I have her service me, I want you to make sure she keeps … enjoying herself.” At this Eric held up the crop’s tip, so that the noblewoman beside him could see what coated it. “It seems to make her much more … pliant and agreeable, wouldn’t you say?” Marie grinned wickedly as she examined the crop and then looked at the ranger. “Indeed it does m’Lord. And I think I know just the thing to keep your clever guest in that frame of mind. Leave it to me …”

As Marie disappeared behind Jacelyn and out of the room for a few moments, the ranger could still see as Eric stripped off his tunic to reveal a form that matched what she’d seen so far of his arms and legs – he was fit and his chest and stomach sported a fine coat of blond hair that did little to hide his unblemished skin. The shaft that jutted from the man’s groin actually seemed to be a bit lengthier than Lukas’, though perhaps less girthy as well and was crowned by a patch of trimmed, curly hair; the sack that dangled between the nobleman’s legs might also have been a bit smaller than the sellsword’s, though that could have been because it had already started to tighten up as Eric became excited.

Just as Lord Eric began to approach Jacelyn wearing nothing but his gold sandals, laurel wreath and rings, the ranger could hear Lady Marie reenter the chamber; the nobleman paused at that, while Jacelyn could feel Marie stepping up right behind her, kneeling as well and then scooting forward so that the noblewoman’s modest bosom was pressed tight against the ranger’s scarred and beaten back. Eric watched curiously as Marie began cooing into the other woman’s ear.

“Don’t be afraid Mistress Jacelyn; stay just as brave as you’ve been clever all evening. My Lord wishes you to continue enjoying yourself at his bacchanal, and it will be my pleasure to do as he commands, as always.” The ranger felt Marie’s left hand slip around her hips and then seek out Jacelyn’s sex – which the noblewoman began deftly fingering until the ranger’s nether lips were open as well as slick; Marie spoke to Eric as her slim fingers worked. “She’s quite the little slut don’t you think m’Lord? Getting all hot and bothered by a beating! And not even being paid for it as a whore would be. Ah, there I think I have her almost there. Just let me do one last thing, and she should be ready for you.”

As Marie said the last the ranger could feel the noblewoman’s right arm slip around her hips, and then something hard and smooth begin to press up against her slick, open sex and … slide inside her! There was no way for Jacelyn to tell what it was, but it felt as if Marie was inserting a large crystal stopper from a decanter of spirits into the ranger’s womanhood; as she worked the tapered cylinder slowly into the bound woman before her Marie once again addressed Eric over the ranger’s shoulder. “Trust me m’Lord, this will keep her mind where you want it. And her body as well.” The noblewoman held her lips just beside Jacelyn’s ear and whispered to the ranger. “Won’t it, little slave?”

Then, as Marie began working the crystal stopper slowly back and forth with her right hand, her left found one of Jacelyn’s full breasts and fondled it for a few moments … before she then yanked down on the ranger’s chain and laughed. “I think she should be ready for you now my Lord.”

Lord Eric had been following what Marie had been doing with great interest, and his eyes were focused and bright and his cock was twitching when the noblewoman finally told him he should proceed. Seemingly in a trance yet again Eric leaned forward to grasp Jacelyn’s leash in his left hand and then stood so that his glans was almost touching the ranger’s full lips. The nobleman’s voice was husky and full of desire as he spoke down to the ranger in an imperious tone. “Now service your new Lord and Master.” Eric still held the riding crop in his right hand and gently brushed its tip over Jacelyn’s cheek and the side of her jaw as he continued. “Service him well …”
 
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Erica started as Lukas spoke to her so sternly, having to remind herself that they were still deep in their play. No acting was required as she gasped in surprise at the way he moved her about with such ease. The cold column made her wince, but she settled as he bid her, using it for support and the marble slowly warmed against her back. Her eyes fell, fixed on the floor, unable to meet his gaze as he stared at her with such ferocity. Slowly, she nodded.

"I'm s-sorry, Captain," she murmured. "I'll do better..."

Though it clearly pained her to do so, she hesitantly lowered her hands to expose herself fully to his roving gaze. Her youth was quite apparent in her smooth, unblemished skin and the pert breasts that showed no signs of sagging. Her breasts were much larger than Jacelyn's, and the girl showed none of the toned muscle that the ranger possessed. Rather, she had the soft womanly curves and pale form of a noblewoman who had been spared the toils of hard labor and the harsh elements.

Her hair and body had been washed and oiled, scented with lightly floral perfumes. All the hair had been removed from the neck down, as well, save for the small patch of blonde curls that accentuated the path to her sex. Beneath those curls, he could see her bared lips quite clearly, a deeper pink as if they'd also been rouged like her breasts. As she glanced up with feigned trepidation, her hands slid alongside her hips and tucked slightly behind them, causing her shoulders to roll back a trifle and her breasts to jut toward them.

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Jacelyn squirmed like a whore upon the lord's crop, not ashamed to be indulging in the pleasure he offered as she struggled to ignore the pain. The sting on her thigh faded quickly, but the tenderness upon her back remained, even as they released her and pushed her to her knees. She was thankful for that small mercy, however, as it allowed her to rest her aching shoulders. They rolled forward to relax, trapping her breasts between her arms as she settled her bound hands against her stomach. The stone floor would eventually begin to dig into her knees, but that was the least of her discomforts in that moment.

Lady Marie's contribution was also greatly appreciated, though the pressure of the woman's body against her back caused her to wince. She found herself leaning upon the other woman, however, as her fingers began to explore. A soft gasp escaped her as the cool item was shoved into her slick hole, but that exhalation soon turned into a shuddering moan. As she'd testified, her body had responded to the pain that Aldrich had provided and her cunt was soaked with her desire. Even the tug at her chain made her moan like a whore yet again. There was absolutely no hiding that she'd had years of training.

Jacelyn well remembered the first time that an unwanted cock had been shoved into her face to be sucked. She'd been a woman in technical terms, experiencing her first moon blood and signs of fertility. The Jarlman's eldest son had returned from a campaign of successful raids to the south, bringing back with him great riches stolen from the southern cathedrals. Had the Jarl claimed her as his daughter, his son would have been her half-brother, but no one gave any weight to the possibility. Instead, her virginity had been given to him in reward, and he made certain to claim every hole before the night was done. Her mouth had been the first, and he'd cuffed her when she inadvertently scraped him with her teeth. It was the only punishment she needed to remember that particular lesson. The job had been sloppy with inexperience and naivety, but he finished all the same.

That had been years ago, and Jacelyn had sucked a countless number of cocks during that time, many of which had been forced upon her. She'd done what she needed to do, and it'd be no different with Aldrich. As his glistening head neared, her lips dutifully parted in welcome. Her eyes rose to meet his as she took her first taste, letting her tongue explore his shaft to tease him. A moment later, she took him fully, lips closing, and she began to suck. A low groan rolled through her as she bobbed her head, stroking him with both lips and tongue.

Pleasuring him while Lady Marie fucked her was a welcome experience. She began to buck against the makeshift phallus inside her as her head bobbed, falling into a slow and steady rhythm. Her tongue scraped against his underside as she worked, stroking the sensitive area twice as much as the rest of his manhood. Soon, his shaft glistened even more as her spit coated him. Her only pauses came whenever she took him fully at random times, burying her face against his groin as he pierced her throat, causing her body to convulse around him as she gagged. Never once did she use her teeth. She was far too good a cock sucker to make that mistake ever again.
 
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Lukas smiled as Lady Erica dropped her hands; while she wasn’t the type he normally fancied, the sellsword had to admit she was a very appealing woman in her own way – which made him feel more than a little guilty, but he pushed that thought aside so he could focus on the woman standing in front of him. His voice sounded happy as he spoke to her. “Better woman, much better; I’m glad to see you’re a quick learner. I’ll expect you to always be open with me, hiding nothing.” Lukas ran his eyes over Lady Erica’s lush form then looked at her pretty face. “And you have no reason to hide those charms. If you were working as a tavern wench, you could quickly become a very rich woman keeping company with lonely soldiers on cold nights.” The big warrior chuckled as he moved to stand close to the nude woman while he added “Not that I plan on whoring you out, or sharing you with my men.”

Lukas’ left hand slipped behind Erica’s neck holding it lightly and then he crushed his mouth to hers, claiming the noblewoman’s sweet lips as if they were his by right. A little to his surprise the sellsword found his kiss quickly becoming more heated, as if he was trying to suck the woman’s breath from her chest while his thick tongue pushed into her dainty mouth and began dancing with hers; a brief thought of Jacelyn flashed through Lukas’ mind, but he soon started losing himself to the pleasure of kissing this noblewoman.

As the kiss deepened the warrior’s right hand instinctively took possession of one of Lady Erica’s impressive breasts, handling her roughly for a moment to see how she reacted before settling down to a gentler fondling. Soon his thumb moved to begin teasing Erica’s large, rouged nipple and then, not wanting that bud's sister to feel left out, he dipped his head and began suckling on the noblewoman’s other teat; the rouge darkened his fingers and lips but the big man didn’t care, as he did his very best to arouse and excite the beautiful creature he’d been fated to spend the evening with …

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Lord Eric groaned as Jacelyn expertly pleasured his shaft, which prompted Lady Marie to again speak around the ranger’s bobbing head. “She seems to be quite enthusiastic m’Lord, and skilled as well. Perhaps she has more experience than most at this sort of thing.” Marie laughed as her fingers kept toying with Jacelyn’s sex and chest as Eric had instructed, and then she added “Though I too have some skill in the art of oral pleasure, which I’d be happy to show you any time.” That prompted the nobleman to pull himself together and reply to Marie in a husky voice.

“She is indeed. And I thank you for your part in helping me to … correct her behavior. Perhaps I’ll take you up on your offer later this evening.”

“It would be my pleasure m’Lord.” Marie paused speaking for a moment, but her fingers never stopped teasing. “So do you intend making a gift of your seed to her, to allow her to swallow it when you reach your peak?” That seemed to cause Eric pause, and finally he shook his head. “No, no I think not. There are other ways I wish to take her just now …”

And perhaps surprisingly, with that Lord Eric stilled Jacelyn’s bobbing head and then stepped back, trailing a line of saliva from his cock to the ranger’s mouth that dribbled down her chin. The nobleman still held Jacelyn’s leash and used the crop to stroke her beautiful flushed face as he finally looked at and spoke to her. “You’re learning your place. Good. I think it may be because of Lady Marie’s efforts on my behalf. So I’m going to have her reward you for your improved behavior. Because I can and want to. Want to see you reach your peak, while kneeling in your proper place at the feet of your Lord and Master.” Eric looked past Jacelyn to Marie. “You can guide her in such a way, can you not?”

Lady Marie laughed lightly. “But of course m’Lord, if it is your wish. She may be lowborn, but a common woman’s body is still much like my own.” The noblewoman squeezed one of Jacelyn’s full breasts. “Though how she goes through the day with these udders hanging from her chest is a mystery to me. Still though, it’s not her tits that will bring her to where you want her to be.”

As Lord Eric looked on Marie’s hand began working the crystal stopper into Jacelyn’s open, sopping cunt faster. And then her other hand also dropped down to Jacelyn’s sex and began rubbing and stroking her lips, and the swollen bud that sprouted from above where those lips joined. As Lady Marie fingered the bound woman as if she was pleasuring her own self, the noblewoman leaned forward and whispered into the ranger’s ear.

“You heard what your Master wishes of you clever Jacelyn. Now don’t disappoint him. We all know what you are, so there’s no reason for you to be shy anymore. Surrender little slave.”

And then Marie began nibbling on Jacelyn’s earlobe as her dainty fingers kept moving over the ranger’s sex, in a well practiced effort to coax the bound woman up to and over the edge. And all the while Eric just looked down at Jacelyn dispassionately, her leash in his hand as he stroked her face with a riding crop that had been coated with the same juice that now covered Lady Marie’s fingers and the crystal stopper thrusting into the ranger’s body…
 
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Her first kiss from the swordsman left her heart pounding even more. Erica moaned softly as he invaded her mouth, offering up her tongue to tangle with his, savoring him as much as he seemed to do with her. Her hands slid up to twine about his neck, fingertips caressing bare skin. She closed her eyes, giving herself to the embrace, finding her choice far more pleasurable than she'd guessed. He wasn't simply humoring her. Erica could tell that he was enjoying himself as the kiss became fiery and demanding.

He stole her breath and left her gasping the moment they parted, lips slightly plumped from the bruising kiss as she panted. Below, her body arched a trifle to press her breast into his hand. The rough teasing made her shudder, but he could see the desire growing in her eyes as he toyed with that full globe. Slender fingers twined in his hair, gripping his head loosely as he bent to suckle. His fondling sent tiny shocks through her, but the warm suction of his mouth increased that sensation even more. Those delightful pulses telegraphed directly to her loins, leaving her wet and squirming.

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Jacelyn's chest rose and fell as she drew in several ragged breaths once Aldrich had removed his cock. Swallowing thickly around those shuddering pants, she nodded her understanding and surrendered her body into the woman's arms. The pumping crystal had already worked her body to a foaming frenzy, leaving the ranger's sex and thighs coated with her own juices. Lady Marie's hand and the implement she plunged into her time and again were also dripping with her lust, shining in the torchlight.

Soft sucking noises accompanied the woman's wild fucking as the ranger's cunt dragged at the makeshift phallus, squelching each time the crystal was driven fully into her channel. She would have come in time with that sensation alone, but the addition of Marie's fingers teasing her clit was not one that Jacelyn could withstand for long. As exploring lips closed about her ear, she felt the tingling in her body rising to the forefront where it could not be ignored.

Her eyes remained upturned, fixed on Eric's, and he could easily see the deepening line between her brows as Marie's efforts pushed her closer to the edge. All at once, the ranger came, mouth opening in song as she cried out in screams of pleasure rather than pain. The sting and feel of the riding crop against her cheek couldn't stop the onslaught of pure bliss that overwhelmed her in that moment, sweeping away the ache in her back, if only for a moment. Her eyes finally closed as she was swept away with passion, body arching against Marie's hands, tensing in the initial moment of climax. Her slender form shuddered as cresting waves battered through her body, crashing into one another recklessly.

Panting once again, she finally collapsed in the woman's arms, her cry dissolving into soft moans. She looked up once again to the man that held her leash, privately wishing to see Lukas there. It irked her that the nobleman saw her in such a vulnerable state when her orgasms truly belonged to the swordsman she called Master.

"T-thank you, m'lord," she gasped out between breaths.
 
Lukas finally pulled his head away from Erica’s bosom, wiped the rouge from his lips and then spoke cheerily to the squirming noblewoman. “Excellent woman, excellent. And you taste as good as you look, at least from the waist up; now we’ll see about your other half. But remember Erica, I expect your back to remain against that pillar; if you move away, I’ll stop – and punish you for your disobedience.” That command delivered Lukas licked both of Lady Erica’s nipples one last time, kissed her between her luscious breasts and then began running his lips even lower on her curvaceous body …

The sellsword’s first stop was at the noblewoman’s navel, which he licked at a bit to see if she was at all ticklish; then he pushed the tip of his tongue into the little indentation a few times to give her a taste of what was to come before he moved on, planting tender little kisses on the soft skin of this woman’s cute little tummy …

The next destination for the warrior’s lips were Erica’s rounded, blonde tufted mons and the soft curves of her inner thighs, which he kissed and licked at quite slowly to tease her and let her anticipation build. He found it rather pleasant work, since the noblewoman’s nether hairs had been curled and scented to match her hair, and her legs had been lightly oiled with some fragrant unguent as well. Once Lukas thought he’d “tortured” Erica enough in that way, his efforts began moving closer to the heart of the matter …

Next came the tasting of Erica’s puffy outer lips and meatier inner ones, which had plumped up and opened to welcome her guest and were now coated with a rather more natural lubricant. The sight and smell of Lady Erica like this made Lukas smile, and once again he took his time teasing her before moving on, his lips now once again coated with the rouge that had been artfully applied to highlight her sex …

The big warrior’s tongue finally flicked out and began slowly licking around and over the engorged little bud that now peeked from the fleshy hood at the top of the noblewoman’s slit. As he explored Lukas also began gently working two fingers into Lady Erica’s womanhood, taking his time to make it easier for her to accommodate his invasion of her body. Then his fingers and their tips began working in tandem with his tongue, seeking the secret of what would bring this noblewoman to her peak, while his other big hand rested lightly at the top of her full hip, also keeping him aware of how they twitched and when – and in a position to know if she dared to move her back fully from the rough stone he’d placed it against …

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Lady Marie’s hands slowed but didn’t stop completely as passion took control of the ranger’s body; perhaps the noblewoman was trying to draw out Jacelyn’s pleasure, or please her Lord by prolonging the exhibition the ranger was now putting on for him. Or maybe Marie was trying to lengthen the time she was seemingly in control of another person; there was no real way to tell. But finally the noblewoman’s hands stilled and she held Jacelyn in her arms propping her up, the crystal stopper still buried in the ranger’s leaking cunt, as Marie looked around Jacelyn’s head to see what Lord Eric’s reaction was …

The nobleman looked down at Jacelyn with a little grin on his face as he watched the ranger reach her climax, and just kept on watching as the bound woman before him screamed and arched and shuddered, and then finally gasped out a few words of thanks. Then Lord Eric spoke in a pleasant voice which was far more mundane than his choice of words. “And now you see what it’s like to kneel before one who wears the Imperial purple; a true god walking among men;” Eric held the leash in his left hand a little higher, as if to emphasize Jacelyn’s current position, then he went on. “I can bring you pleasure if I so choose …” the tip of the crop gently brushed over the ranger’s flushed face “… or pain …” and then it thwacked into the underside of Jacelyn’s left breast, exactly where she’d been struck before; there wasn’t a lot of force behind this blow, but given where it impacted it still had to have stung sorely. “Remember that as your evening goes on.”

Then Eric looked over at Lady Marie. “Unclip those cuffs of hers, and place her down on all fours. Like an animal …”

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As Marie did as Lord Eric commanded, the nobleman had a little wine and then positioned himself behind Jacelyn. This left Lady Marie hovering off to one side, and the noblewoman took the opportunity to speak up once again. “I’ve left the stopper for the decanter there near her leg m’Lord, if you wish to use it as well. It’s still well coated with her juices, should you wish to … explore her in more ways than one while you’re behind her.” That seemed to give Eric pause and when he replied to Marie the ranger could hear real curiosity in his voice. “Thank you Lady Marie, that’s an excellent idea. You really have been most helpful this evening; what’s come over you? You’re usually so … attentive of Phillip and so … demure when I see you with him.”

Now it was Marie’s turn for her tone to change; it was easy for Jacelyn to hear the hesitancy in the noblewoman’s voice as she answered, and also see the nervousness in her body as her two fine fingered hands twisted together. “M’Lord I … I’ve tried to be a good wife to Phillip. But he makes that … very hard sometimes and so I’ve become … hard with some of our servants in return. Tonight, thanks to your generosity and your clever little guest’s suggestion, I … didn’t have to hide that anymore.” Lady Marie’s voice suddenly sounded very small. “I … I liked that. And I think Phillip did as well. Please m’Lord, please … I didn’t mean to ruin you bacchanal, or anger you in any way. Please believe me m’Lord.”

All Jacelyn could feel was Eric’s hand on the small of her back, and the cold stone under her hands and knees for several long moments of silence. Then the nobleman answered Marie in a voice that was, perhaps for the first time that evening, genuinely caring. “Marie, I’m not displeased with you, not at all. I find this development most … interesting and agreeable to me. Thank you for your honesty as well as your assistance.” The relief in Marie’s reply was obvious. “Oh gods, thank you m’Lord, thank you so much.” Then Eric went on. “While I enjoy myself at this end of her, feel free to make use of that skilled mouth of hers if you like; she really is quite good, just as that oaf of a mercenary promised.” The noblewoman sounded positively giddy as she answered Lord Eric; “Oh, my. Yes m’Lord, yes. I do still hope we can spend some time with each other this evening, but thank you for not leaving me out of your private revels!” And with that Marie promptly rushed across the room, to begin dragging a heavy, low slung chair into position in front of Jacelyn …

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As Eric slowly worked the slick crystal plug into Jacelyn’s anus Marie settled into the chair and scooted forward as she spread her long legs. The ranger could see that the sex before her was crowned by a neatly tended tuft of the noblewoman’s ginger hair, had already opened fully and was quite moist – not only with Marie’s juices but a little of the big Master blacksmith’s seed, which now oozed from the opening of Lady Marie’s quite visible silken channel. The noblewoman took Jacelyn’s leash lightly in one hand and caressed the ranger’s disheveled hair surprisingly gently in the other, as she spoke in a low, almost friendly voice. “Now clever Jacelyn, it’s your turn to repay me for the kindness I’ve shown you. Our Lord and Master says you have a skilled tongue; show me.”

As Marie waited Jacelyn could feel the stopper pop into place, suddenly fully seated within her as the little flange at the end kept it from vanishing completely up her shapely, bruised arse. Then Lord Eric positioned his glans up against the ranger's sopping cunt and began pushing his shaft into her so that he could fuck her like a dog on the cold stone floor; that prompted Lady Marie to lean forward and whisper into Jacelyn's ear. “You can touch yourself now if you want little slave; I know you do, so don't be shy on my account. He probably won’t notice, and I’ll even help you hide it from him. But only if you please me …”
 
Erica's breath came in soft little pants as the swordsman roved down her body. His teasing tongue and tickling beard made her squirm. When he finally reached her aching womanhood, her head rocked back against the column and her eyes closed. Her deep appreciation for him met his ears in the moans that slowly grew louder the longer he delved. Each swipe of his tongue against her throbbing clit stoked the flames within even higher and her pussy grew ever wetter. By the time his fingers found her opening, she was sopping wet and that sweet nectar coated her entire sex, his fingers, and mouth. One of her thighs rose to hook her leg over his shoulder to give him even better access to those womanly mysteries.

His mastery brought her to her peak very quickly, and he could sense her drawing close as she began to squirm, bucking her hips against his mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair. It was his last warning before she climaxed, body quivering both within and without. Loosing another cry, she arched off the column as she came, connected to the cold marble between her shoulder blades alone. Whether that was enough to follow his instructions would remain to be seen, but she was lost in the seas of pleasure washing over her in that moment, too far gone to care.

He left her shaking from the aftershocks that rolled through her as she relaxed, opening her eyes to peer down at him between her thighs. The sight made her moan once more, and she quickly removed her leg from his shoulder, almost surprised that it had been perched there.

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Jacelyn bore the pains and pleasures of the lordling without complaint, though wavered on whether she wished to truly hate the Lady Marie. The woman's interference had allowed her a measure of bliss to ease the throbbing in her back, but the way she gave Aldrich ideas was irritating. Without the woman's craftiness, she wondered if he'd have thought to plug her rear, for example. Of course, he'd taken to the idea immediately, leaving her gasping in pain as he worked the stopper into her recently abused ass. The twinge of pain reminded her of Lukas, and she secretly hoped he was enjoying his evening as much as she was enduring hers. It was almost a relief to feel the cock shoving into her entrance. The swordsman was larger around than Alridch, so his slow plunge didn't hurt in the slightest.

Her eyes rose to her 'mistress' as the woman positioned herself as close to Jacelyn's mouth as possible. She roved over the woman's body and shuddered at the state of the well used cunt. Her attraction had never been to women, and she'd rarely been made to service them, but the ranger knew what she enjoyed on her own body, and would use that knowledge to please the woman before her. Leaning forward, she buried her face between Marie's thighs, flattened tongue dragging up and over her swollen clit. She began to flick at that swollen little nub with her tongue, alternating between stroking and rubbing, letting herself delve down to taste the woman's sweetness and the salty leavings of the blacksmith. The flavor of cum upon her tongue made her moan, as it always did. It might not have been Lukas', but she lapped at it eagerly while her nose teased the woman's sensitive little nub.
 
Lukas’ tongue and fingertips gently teased Erica until her small, curvaceous body stopped shaking. The big warrior had grinned when her slender fingers had tightened in his hair and she’d bucked her full hips off the column, and he smiled even more broadly when she’d wrapped one of her legs over his shoulder to open herself more fully to him; he’d used the last as an opportunity to slip his thick fingers even deeper within her silky channel, lightly brushing their calloused tips over what was clearly the entrance to the moaning noblewoman’s womb. So when Erica finally relaxed and looked down, her eyes took in Lukas smiling up at her as he pulled his head back and slipped his fingers from her sex …

Lukas didn’t say a word as he stood, and instead just took a moment to quickly wipe off his face then clean his fingers some using the bacchanalia costume he still wore; the big warrior’s silence might have been unnerving but he didn’t look angry, even if his face, and beard, and hand were still more than a little … messy. Perhaps to make that clear Lukas brushed a stray lock of Erica’s curly blonde hair back behind her ear, and then leaned in to lightly kiss the noblewoman on her full lips – thus giving her a slight taste of her own womanly juices. Still grinning the big warrior then pulled his head back, wrapped his arms around Erica’s back and behind her legs, and scooped her up as if she weighed no more than a feather …

The sellsword spun the woman he was holding in tight circle and then carried her over to where a few low slung arm chairs were clustered about a short table. There Lukas carefully placed Erica back on her feet facing one of the chairs, and held onto her for a moment until he was sure she’d gained her balance on the low heels she was still wearing as her only clothing; only then did he coax her into bending at the waist and gripping the chair arms, as he remarked “Hold onto these woman, while you catch your breath. I’ll be back shortly.” Leaving the noblewoman for a moment the big warrior then retrieved the golden cord that had been part of Lady Erica’s bacchanal costume and used it, as well as the cord from his own tunic to lash Erica’s hands to the chair arms – the bindings were hardly tight, almost symbolic in nature, but Lukas somehow doubted Erica would pull free of them even if they did leave her bent awkwardly and shamefully exposed from the rear.

Oddly enough, instead of stepping behind the noblewoman Lukas then moved to her side while still wearing his tunic and squatted down so that he could speak to Erica almost face to face; he was still smiling as he did so and as he talked he reached out to casually begin caressing one of Lady Erica’s large, dangling breasts.

“You’re doing well woman, adapting to your new life quickly. And I can see you’re smart enough to realize that if you do as I say, you’ll be rewarded.” The sellsword paused, and when he resumed speaking his voice sounded quite sincere, as if he wasn’t play acting for a moment. “You really are a beautiful woman Erica. In more ways than I think you know.” Then Lukas’ tone became playful once again. “For instance you have a wonderfully womanly bosom, which I fear I’ve neglected a bit.” The warrior pivoted, so that he was able to fondle both of the noblewoman’s breasts; then his thumbs began stroking across Erica’s large nipples. “The way you rouged yourself was quite enticing …” he chuckled “… even if the taste of the rouge left something to be desired. I’ve heard that some noble ladies have also started adopting other ways to adorn their chests, ways that mimic what some slave girls have been known to wear.” The big warrior began lightly massaging Erica’s swollen nipples between his thumbs and forefingers.

“Have you ever thought about doing the same woman? Not that you’re a noble anymore, or that I have any of that … special jewelry with me. But I can still give you a taste of it if you like, before I mount you and have a little fun of my own.” Lukas waited patiently for Erica’s reply, his fingers still gently teasing her chest. As far as he could tell the noblewoman seemed to be enjoying playing out her rather bloodthirsty fantasy, at least so far – but he wanted to give her a chance to tell him how rough she wanted things to get before they went on, and he stepped behind her to fuck the brains out of her very pretty little head …

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When Jacelyn began pleasuring Lady Marie, the noblewoman moaned softly and began running her slender fingers through the ranger’s dark hair. Then Marie leaned back a little in her chair and lifted one of her long legs so she could rest a foot on Jacelyn’s back; maybe she did that to open herself up further to the ranger, or perhaps it was so that she could dig the blocky heel of the sandals she wore into Jacelyn’s body. In any event what Marie did also hid one of the ranger’s shoulders and arms from Lord Eric, and the idea that might have been part of the noblewoman’s intent was only reinforced by what she sweetly said to the man who was then mounting Jacelyn from the rear. “Do you like the new sandals I had specially made for your revels m’Lord?” Marie moved her foot about a bit, digging the heel into the already abused skin of the ranger’s lower back a little more – and also drawing Eric’s eyes to her footwear. “Um, yes Marie … they look quite lovely on you. Thank you for taking such an interest in my … little hobby.” The noblewoman’s foot stopped moving but stayed perched on Jacelyn’s back. “Of course m’Lord …”

Then the ranger’s tongue began flicking over the swollen nub at the top of Marie’s slit and the noblewoman gasped aloud and began mewling as her fingers tightened in Jacelyn’s hair. “Oh gods yes! Yes … right there Jacelyn.” But it was when Jacelyn’s tongue began probing into Marie’s silky channel that the noblewoman began to truly get vocal, huskily moaning from deep within her modest chest as her hips began bucking against the ranger’s face. “Oh gods … oh …oh …yes! Don’t stop Jacelyn. Please … don’t stop …” As she moaned in time with Jacelyn, Marie began grinding her bud against the ranger’s nose and in short order came to her peak, her strong thighs clamping down on Jacelyn’s head as her back arched and she began keening incoherently. “Yes, yes … oh … oh gods …” And then the noblewoman’s body went limp and she slumped back in her chair …

After Eric’s exchange with Marie the nobleman began fucking Jacelyn in earnest. While his cock was a bit less girthy than Lukas’ it was also a tad lengthier, which caused him to plow deeply into the ranger’s cunt with every stroke – and also slam his hips into her bruised arse, which forced the crystal plug he had worked into her to dig a little deeper every time. To add to all that, the nobleman also went out of his way to roughly grope or slap one of Jacelyn’s cheeks from time to time, just to add to his display of complete control over his new plaything. But the nobleman didn’t say a word as he rutted away, and it was only his hands tightening on her hips and the way his thrusts became positively frantic that told the ranger he was close. And then Lady Marie began shrieking out her pleasure, which seemed to finally push Eric over the edge; he pounded into Jacelyn and smacked her bottom one last time, then pulled out of her and began groaning loudly as jet after jet of his warm, noble seed began spurting onto the ranger’s lower back – and also onto Marie’s foot and sandal. But Jacelyn only found out about how the noblewoman had been … soiled when it was brought to her attention several moments later, after the two nobles had recovered their senses …
 
Erica was still panting as Lukas removed his mouth and fingers from her trembling body. Her eyes followed him as he rose, lifting as he loomed over her once again. Her chin tipped upward slightly into the kiss, and the taste of herself there caused her to groan. It was a perverse pleasure that she'd never before indulged but quickly found she enjoyed. She was disappointed when he broke away, wanting him to claim her mouth once again, but couldn't complain as she knew there were far sweeter things to come. He lifted her so easily, as if she weighed nothing, and again she felt a particular thrill building in her stomach at the show of strength. As he walked her to the chair, she leaned forward to nuzzle at his beard, placing soft kisses upon his neck in a way she thought he might enjoy.

Back on her feet, her body flushed with desire, she found herself bent over the chair. Her heart hammered against her chest as she waited for him to return, glancing behind her, not knowing what to expect from him in the slightest. When he brought forth the cording, her cheeks reddened further while he bound her. Was it really how it'd feel to be his captive? She tested her bonds after he'd secured them, finding them somewhat loose and comfortable. He was leaving her with a choice, she realized, and a way out of their play if she so desired. The realization warmed her to him further. He wasn't a brute, though he could certainly act the part.

The hand that teased her nipple made her jerk at first with surprise, but then drew forth a soft groan from the girl. She bit down on her lip as he played with her hardened nipple, squeezing and rolling in delightfully painful ways. She'd spent her lust upon his tongue, but the groping hand had her quickly rising toward another. He could also see the fresh rush of blood rising to her cheeks at his line of questioning.

Almost meekly, she shook her head. "I've never... thought it about it until I saw your slave girl this evening," she replied. "I wondered then how it might feel. I still wonder... how it might feel." Speaking it aloud made her suddenly bashful and she ducked her head, almost hiding behind one arm.

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Jacelyn hissed as the woman's foot dug into her tender flesh, purposefully causing the ranger pain, for she couldn't believe it was a simple accident or mistake. No matter the woman's intention, she didn't attempt in that moment to take her own pleasure. She simply didn't trust the lady to keep her bargain, nor the lord to offer mercy if he discovered her disobedience. Each of Eric's thrusts pushed her further against the woman's quivering cunt, which Jacelyn continued to attack with ferocity until she felt the woman's nectar spill over her tongue. Her head fell a trifle as the woman's thighs loosened, allowing her to ease the ache in her jaw and to glance back at her captor.

Her slender form shook from the force that he used to fuck her, chained breasts swaying wildly beneath her, and she moaned loudly for him each time his long cock filled her. The pleasurable pain provided a familiar foundation to her rising lust, though there were times that his cruelty broke through to shatter it completely. Her tender rear was already throbbing from his lashing and still sore from Lukas' rough treatment that very morning. The special attentions the lord paid and the crystal jammed into other hole exacerbated both conditions greatly. By the time he finished, marking her skin with his seed, she was trembling from the experience.

She panted deeply as her head hung low, body still thrumming from being roughly used. The brief respite lasted only a few moments, however. Erica's foot thrust into her face made it perfectly clear what was demanded of her. Jacelyn bent to clean the woman's foot and sandal with her tongue, lapping away the lord's seed. Hoping to put herself in the lord's good graces once more, she then turned to clean his cock, carefully licking away their combined cream from the entirety of his sensitive shaft. Her eyes lifted to his as she finished with a lick of her lips.
 
Lukas had to grin when Erica tried to hide her face, after admitting she’d thought about how the clips Jacelyn had been wearing might feel on her; it was such a silly, sweet reaction to answering him, especially given the wanton decadence that seemed to characterize her brother’s bacchanals. So there was a smile in his voice as he answered her. “Well then woman, if you’re …wondering how they might feel, perhaps I can help you.”

The big sellsword’s scarred fingertips began clamping down on the noblewoman’s sensitive, swollen nipples, increasing the pressure on them slowly but surely. He kept his eyes on her the entire time, carefully listening as well for the first sight or sound from Lady Erica that she’d experienced quite enough of what it was really like to wear the adornments of a pleasure slave. And then, once he’d pulled his hands away from her breasts and left her small body thrumming with … feeling and more open to sensation, he stood away from her and pulled the tunic that was his costume off, letting her finally see his hard, scarred, hairy torso and the swollen, twitching cock that jutted from his groin …

Lukas’ fingertips traced gently over the soft skin of Erica’s flank and back as he stepped around to stand behind the bent over woman. Then she felt the man’s glans, which had been almost purple around the edges with the blood that filled it, and quite slick with his pre-cum, gliding just as gently over the wet, open lips of her sex for a moment before he began sheathing himself in her body. Lukas worked his weapon into her slowly, partly because he wanted to savor the experience but also because, even though she was obviously ready and willing, she was also so very small and he didn’t want to hurt her in this part of their little fantasy. But Lady Erica proved to be as marvelously … accommodating as any other woman Lukas had had the pleasure of coupling with, and soon enough his hips were pressed up against her delightfully curvaceous rump. And then he just … held himself still, letting her adjust as he enjoyed the view and the quivering of her cunt around his hard penis …

Lukas had to admit that he was rather enjoying himself. It wasn’t just that Erica was a beautiful woman or that, much to his surprise, he’d come to genuinely like her – it was also that she was a blueblood too. He’d thought about – fantasized about – something like this before, though not exactly in the same terms she had. But still his fantasy was coming true too. But instead of simply following through on those juvenile dreams, the big sellsword found himself leaning forward and gripping both of the chair arms, so he could whisper to Lady Erica soto voce as they said in the Southland: “So my Lady, we find ourselves at the part of the evening where I fuck your brains out, hard. Now you have no choice anymore in whether that’s going to happen, but I’ll still give you some say in where my seed is going to be sown when the time comes. Inside you, on you, or would you prefer to swallow it? Those are your three choices woman – decide now.” And, as if to punctuate his point, Lukas’ big hand cracked down on one of Erica’s curvy ass cheeks with a loud whack, and quite enough force to truly sting …

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Lord Eric looked down at Jacelyn and then over to Lady Marie; the noblewoman was smart enough to start talking before he did, or at least try to. “She’s quite the find, isn’t she my Lord?”

Eric glanced down at the ranger kneeling before him, then back at Marie. “She’s less than a whore. A broken slave, nothing more.” The nobleman walked slowly forward, then placed his hand on Jacelyn’s head; “Let that buffoon of a mercenary have her; the two of them are made for each other.” Lord Eric was not a small man, and when he shoved Jacelyn aside the ranger toppled to the ground.

“Um … as you say m’Lord, so now …?”

Jacelyn could see Eric’s hand wrap around Marie’s neck. “And so now Lady Marie, I take you up on your offer for us to … get to know each other better.”

As Jacelyn lay there she could here Eric lead Marie to his bed. There were some sounds of feeble protest, but those were soon followed by long moments of … care and kissing. But then, after a time, as she lay on the chamber’s floor, the sounds Jacelyn heard changed …

“M’lord what … what would you have me do?”

“Just kneel like that. Get your rump up in the air … perfect …”

“M’lord what … my wrists, my ankles … there’s no need for …”

“Hush Marie. If I’m to get to know the wife of one of my vassals a bit better, well …”

The first crack of leather on flesh came soon after; Marie’s first cry of pain immediately followed, but no one answered. The cracks kept coming without change, but Lady Marie’s voice went from being loud, to sobbing, to almost whimpering inaudibly. Then Jacelyn could hear the creek of Eric’s bed, as the nobleman obviously mounted and took Marie – there was no way for the ranger to tell whether the noblewoman was conscious for the act, or what she actually thought of it ...

Then the sounds from Eric’s bed stilled, and the chamber’s candles burned out, and Jacelyn was left lying on the hard, cold stone floor, nearly nude save for her collar, cuffs and heels, with the plug of a decanter rammed up her arse, and her body covered in the seed and juices of the noble class …

---CYOA---

It seems poor Jacelyn’s ordeal has come to an end, at least for the moment thanks to Lord Eric’s … interests being transferred to Lady Marie. So what does Jacelyn do now? Curl up and sleep until dawn? Slink quietly away? Or perhaps try to do a little exploring before Eric and Marie awake? Does our heroine have the energy to do anything besides recuperate? And if she does, what might happen to her if she’s caught snooping about the family wing of this noble manor? Well now, all that’s up to our plucky heroine, and what she does in the next installment of … Slaves to Passion!

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Erica had never felt such delicious pressure on her breasts before then. Pain and pleasure in equal measure, but never both combined. She closed her eyes as he squeezed, a low and lusty groan trapped behind her nibbled lip. The heat intensified in those little nubs, deeper than expected, and it caused them to throb. An echoing pulse thrummed at her clit, needy and wanting, demanding more attention. The release was just as sweet, but surprising. The moment he unclamped his fingers, the blood rushed back to her hardened nipples and left them aching. She gasped at the sensation and squirmed.

Even a casual touch made her shiver, eliciting a rush of goosebumps upon her tender skin. She glanced over her shoulder as he took a stance between her legs, rubbing his cock within her wetness. Wet she was, from his mouth and fingers both, leaving her sopping and slick, providing an easier way for his cock as it slid inside her. She was no virgin, of course, but her cunt still hugged him tightly as he swam through those velvety depths. Previous lovers hadn't been quite so full of girth as the swordsman, making her body to stretch in new ways. Her fingers tightened about the arms of her chair as he pressed forward, forcing her to brace herself lest she be pushed into the chair. When he was finally fully seated, her head dropped as she panted.

Yet again, he surprised her with his consideration. Her brother had never given her any such choice, taking his pleasure wherever and however he willed. Lukas' was far more kind. The first option was dangerous. Seed inside her meant the possibility of pregnancy, which neither her father or brother would stand for. They'd beat the child out of her if that's what it took. Thankfully, that had yet to happen. The shocking smack to her rear decided her quickly. Her squeal died into a soft groan as she sought the words.

"Please let me swallow you, Captain," she begged. I want to taste him. I want to taste us. The thought made her stomach clench delightfully. Nestled within the blond curls at her sex, her clit continued to throb.

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Jacelyn did not move from the cold floor for some time after the lordling took his hapless woman to bed. Her body ached in a multitude of ways, from being beaten to the forced contortions and being fucked on the cold floor. Had it not been for Lukas' massive cock stretching her ass, her tight little hole might have suffered more greatly than it did, but she was thankfully spared from those pains. When the noise above grew quiet, leaving the room silent save for the faint sounds of the continuing revelry downstairs, the ranger finally began to move. Slowly, she removed the stopper from her rear, shuddering at the moment of tension that kept it in place. Her loins throbbed in response, but she ignored any further arousal as she pulled herself to her feet. The chain that linked her clamps swung heavily as she moved, providing yet another distraction. She did not remove them, nor the collar that Lukas has fashioned about her neck. Both were the swordsman's gifts, and she'd wear them for as long as he desired her to do so.

The room was dark save for the dim casting of flickering torchlight from the corridor. She used that light to cast about for her clothing, pulling on the sheer garment as she stumbled into the hall. One hand met the stone wall to keep her upright as she struggled to endure the new rush of pain upon her back. The corridor was empty. Either the guards were enjoying themselves elsewhere or had been stationed at one of the lower levels to keep anyone from ascending. With the screams that they undoubtedly heard from their lord's chambers on a regular basis, she assumed it was the latter.

She was determined that her troubles wouldn't be for naught. Though she'd seen nothing in Eric's chambers to indicate he used the space for anything other than sleeping and pleasure, there were other places for her to search. Supporting herself down the corridor, she went in search of his or his father's study, thinking that the likely place to hold evidence of their involvement... or some clue that'd lead them to the brigands that had taken her charge.
 
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Lukas’ voice was soft and warm as he whispered “As you wish my Lady” back to Erica. But then his voice hardened and he continued on in the same gruff tone he’d been using for most of their time in the library. “So woman, it’s an interesting position you find yourself in now, eh? Bent over and bound. Roughly used.” As if to punctuate his last point, one of the sellsword’s hands slipped around the noblewoman’s ribs so that he could once again pinch one of her nipples just as she seemed to like; then that same hand reached back and cracked down on Erica’s other curvy ass cheek. “Alone, vulnerable and helpless. Completely at the mercy of a mercenary Captain you’ve never seen before.” Lukas’ voice stayed hard as he went on, but as his fingers snaked around the noblewoman’s slender waist and traced over her flat belly they were suddenly surprisingly gentle. “How does that make you feel woman?” His fingertips found Erica’s swollen bud peeking from her nether curls easily enough and began slowly stroking around it. “This is your life now. Are you enjoying it?” His fingertips started gently stroking over her bud as well. “Does being treated like a common whore excite you?”

The sellsword kept up the gentle teasing for some time, enjoying the sounds Erica was making and the way her tight little cunny was fluttering around his cock. Then he suddenly laughed. “Well now, all that’s neither here nor there to me really. I said the part of the evening where I fuck your brains out had arrived. So I guess I’d best get to it.” But instead of beginning, Lukas’ hand moved to undo the cord binding Erica’s right wrist to the chair she was bent over. “And of course, only a complete slattern would enjoy having that done to her.” Then the sellsword guided the noblewoman’s hand to between her own legs, and pressed her slender fingers up against her sex where his had just been. “Especially after having been so roughly handled by a common soldier.” And then Lukas straightened his back, took firmly hold of both of Erica’s womanly hips, and began to … make good on what he’d said was going to happen next.

He started thrusting into her gently enough, but given how open, wet and willing she was that lasted mere moments; before long he was pounding his shaft into her moist little slit hard, fast and deep. The feeling was exquisite but Lukas knew he could do better, so he began pulling back and up on Erica’s hips, yanking the petite woman up onto her toes over and over again as he sheathed himself as fully as possible within her body, using the noblewoman as some sort of human pleasure toy within her very own library; as Erica tried to hang onto the chair the cord binding her other hand came free, and her small frame flopped about on the end of the sellsword’s hard cock as if he was trying to shove his shaft into her womb …

Suddenly overcome with need Lukas felt his excitement rising to a boil as his swaying sack began to tingle. He was sorely tempted to empty his seed into Erica’s belly, but just barely restrained himself; he’d given her a choice and he felt obliged to honor her wishes. So he reached down to undo the noblewoman’s other wrist, and when he saw it was already free just pulled her back and around, and quickly coaxed her to her knees before him. His shaft was swollen, twitching and glistening with their mingled juices, and he once again was sorely tempted to just push himself into Erica’s mouth so he could find his release – but he thought that too would have been wrong somehow. So with the last of his willpower Lukas stood there with his purple glans almost touching the noblewoman’s lips, waiting; if she was going to take him into her mouth to swallow his seed, he wanted them both to know forever that it had been because she had wanted to service him in such fashion …

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Jacelyn’s hard won opportunity to search for clues to Isolde’s whereabouts within Aldritch manor initially went for naught. Eric’s study was opulently furnished but seemed little used, his writing desk empty save for a packet of erotic sketches depicting acts of fornication between various pairings of men and women; the scenes depicted might have indicated some sort of connection to the group Mother Helena had referred to, though Eric’s lewd pictures were far tamer than the one, truly repulsive scene the Priestess had shown them in her forbidden tome. On the other hand, Lord Aldrich’s study was another matter entirely …

Eric’s father clearly was the person who still attended to his family’s affairs; his writing desk was covered with correspondence and there were half a dozen books pulled from the shelves lying about the room, seemingly in the process of being studied. Since Jacelyn could read very little and wrote even less, making sense of what exactly Lord Aldrich favored as his reading material or who he was corresponding with was going to take the ranger no small amount of precious time – but then the gods, or perhaps her own sharp eyes came to her rescue. Off to one side of the desk she saw a single piece of parchment covered with lines of writing and figures, and sealed with a wax stamp. But it wasn’t the document itself that had first caught the ranger's eye, it was a familiar item that lay atop it – a small pendant attached to a cord, which featured a serpent or slender dragon coiled into a circle as it swallowed its own tail. But before Jacelyn could investigate any further, her keen ears heard movement behind her; as she turned she saw Lady Marie standing behind her in the doorway to Lord Aldrich’s study ...

The noblewoman was a pale shadow of how she had looked earlier in the evening; her hair was disheveled and her makeup was in ruins, but there was quite a bit more to it than that. Marie was also now completely nude and as she leaned heavily against the doorjamb, torchlight from the hallway let Jacelyn see that the noblewoman’s small breasts looked red and raw, which matched a handprint also now visible on the left side of Marie’s face perfectly …

Before Jacelyn could utter a word Marie came rushing towards the ranger, moving with an odd, tottering gait that spoke of something being injured or torn within the noblewoman’s slender frame. But despite that Marie was able to latch onto Jacelyn’s shoulders with a surprising amount of strength, as if she was a drowning woman clutching onto an oar held out to save her …

“What are you doing?” the noblewoman hissed, her voice low and urgent. “If he catches you in here, he’ll kill you.” Marie glanced quickly over her shoulder at the door, then back towards the ranger. “He’ll kill us both.” Jacelyn could feel a shudder run through the noblewoman’s body as Marie’s eyes clouded over not just with fear, but terror …
 
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