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A Knight Dream

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Its been months since the war of the Willow Mountians had ended. The heros who came back alive were given gifts of gold, land and women. One nobleman gave a wounded Knight one of his beloved servants. For those weeks she was at the Knight's side tending to his wounds. During those weeks she grew comfortable with his manner enough to relax to be herself, smiling.

Soon the sun was rising from the east over the dew covered grass. The sweet smell of flowers filled the warm air. The young slave or servant was outside with her tan skirt being soaked from the dew. The brunnett had her hair braided back from her soft face with her emerald eyes sparkling with her petting the Knight's steed. She laughed softly as he nuzzled her chest with him nipping at her bound breasts.

"Stop that..." she pushed the massive horse away with him nickering softly before he trotted off to go graze on the sweet green grass. Aiko walked from the pasture back into the large home of the Knight's. Aiko listened carefully for any movements but when she heard none she slipped into the kitchen where she washed up then turned back to kneading the dough for the bread that evening. Her white top had some flour on it along with on her cheeks. This still didn't stop her from smiling and singing softly in hopes of not waking the man she was given to.
 
Luc awoke in a cold sweat. His dreams of the war had returned once more. He shook his head, trying his best to erase the images of bodies, fire and blood that had burned themselves into his mind whilst he slept. Luc came to realize he was panting. His heart was beating fast. Shaking his head, Luc allowed himself to fall back into his goose-down bed. He lay awake, staring at the ceiling.

The casual viewer would not be able to instantly identify Luc as a knight. His unruly sand colored hair was uncharacteristic of his warrior allies. Unlike many of his warriors, he bore no beard, although stubble was beginning to dot his face, the result of not shaving for a few days. He slept shirtless, revealing the many scars decorating his chest.

Luc lay awake for a few moments more before a sound caught his ear. His brow folded as he attempted to guess its origin. It was after a few moments of thought he recognized it to be the voice of his new servant, a girl that had been forced upon him by one of the many nobles he had fought for. He was reluctant at first to take her, but he had since found no problem putting her to work.

She was rather attractive to boot, too.
 
Aiko soon placed the dough aside with her washing her hands then reached up tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. It was getting rather late, in her terms, for him to be sleeping in. Carefully she pranced to the doorway of his room to see if he was awake. "Sir?" She said softly with her venturing into his room to see the blankets were kicked off during one of his nightmares. Her heart sank as she walked over to his side then sat down on the edge of the bed.

Her slender hand slid across his scarred chest. Some were fresh while others were old from his training years. Her left hand rested over his heart as she looked up at his stubled face. "Nightmares again?" She asked as if willing to listen to him. She had a run in with him before as she walked in on him bathing, later she commented 'Nice rump' during dinner with a soft smile.

Since that day she was careful when he was in area of the house also when she bathed to keep the door closed with the door in front of it. So he couldn't just walk in on her either.
 
Luc sat in silence, paying no attention to his servant entering the room. It was only after she began to slide her hand across his chest that he finally gave a nod to her presence. Luc gave the maid a curt nod before sinking back into bed. He closed his eyes and relaxed as he savored the feeling of her soft hands running over him. It was a strange sensation, one that Luc had never been able to feel anywhere else.

"Yes. Nightmares again," Luc finally grunted after a minute of silence. He shook his head. The war had ended. His side had won. Why did such visions still haunt him. He shook the thoughts out of his head as he sat up in his bed, propping his back against the backboard. He looked at the maid and nodded, before addressing her again, not looking directly at her this time. "Is breakfast ready?" He asked stoically.

A pause filled the room before a realization hit Luc. His brow knit lower and he turned to the maid quickly, his hand shot forward and grabbed her, squeezing her cheecks. His grip was like a steel vice from which there was no escape unless he deemed it. "You're dirty," he said calmly, "and you're common," he continued. "Why are you on the bed?"
 
"It is." She said softly with her getting ready to get up when he reached out for her. She gave a soft cry of shock with him holding her still. She was pulling away from him as he held her there before him. Her heart was racing with her mind reeling of what he was going to do until he commented she was dirty and a commoner. She narrowed her eyes at him with her biting her tongue to curb her temper. She took a soft breath with her sinking her nails into the palms of her hands.

"I thought you may have reinjuryed yourself so I was concerned. Now....Let me go." She snapped at him with her trying to pull from him once more to check on the dough. Aiko closed her eyes wishing he didn't hold her so tightly and in his chambers as well. "I apologize for being concerned for your health next time you're wounded I may leave you be." She snapped but her eyes shot wide open with her hands shotting up to her mouth, covering it.
 
Luc drew his arm back as she broke free of his grasp and left the bed. He shook his head at her blatant disobedience to him. He scoffed before reaching his arm out and striking her once. Her rage was apparent, and Luc failed to understand it. She was indeed a commoner, and Luc knew of no noble that would be willing to allow a commoner into their own bed, much less their own bedroom. He turned to look at her, his piercing gaze meeting her eyes.

At her comment about him dying, Luc flinched slightly. His eye twitched with a slight rage. The girl was probably well aware that what she said could cost her very dearly; a woman of her status saying such an unpleasant thing to a noble, much less a knight was unheard of. Luc took a breath and turned to face her.

"You. Servant. Go to the barn and fetch a length of rope," he commanded, using the voice he had become famous for as a knight. "Bring it back here and disrobe before you enter this room again. Do so, and I may have mercy." He ordered, snapping his fingers along with the command for an added effect.
 
Aiko thought she got out of his reach knowing she didn't do well on curbing her temper. Though with her standing there she felt his hand slapping her hard across her face. She fell to the floor dazed as it somewhat took her as a surprise. Locks of her hair had come loose to cover her face as her lip had split slightly from the hit. Her head throbbed slightly from the impact slowly she looked up with her glaring at him as he spoke of her finding a rope.

Slowly she got to her feet turning from him and left his room. She didn't go straight out to the barn to get his rope as she went into the kitchen seeing everything was fine. Slowly she slipped outside seeing his steed galloping around. Smiling faintly of him running free but she reached the barn and grabbed the robe. Quietly she returned to his room but didn't disrobe for him. There she tossed him the rope. "Beat me as you wish. I won't be disrobing for you anytime soon." She saw it he wasn't going to show her any mercy even if she disrobed for him so she saved herself a step.
 
Luc did recoil slightly when he saw the maiden fall. He did not intend to knock her over, although he was satisfied with his ability to do so. He had no problem with attacking the servant, for she was below him as a person. Any means that he took to punish her outbursts would never be questioned. Truly, he owned her in every way, and it would greatly benefit her to learn such lesson as quick as she could.

Luc sat in bed calmly as he heard the servant move about downstairs. He shook his head and let out a slight chuckle as he wondered if she would actually obey him. He had grown impatient by the time she returned, and offered a simple set of commands once more. "Disrobe. You will be doing what it is I am about to make you do regardless of if you are robed or not. Disrobing makes this task easier, and will not damage your clothing." He ordered, keeping his stern expression.
 
Aiko stood there as she crossed her arms under her breasts. "As I see it...If I obey you or not you're not going to show me any mercy." She pointed out to him with her heart racing knowing what may be coming soon enough. God, she wanted to chew his ass out to slap some sense into him but rolled her eyes as she reached behidn her and loosen her lacings. Slowly her dress slipped off her shoulders then down to the floor.

She kicked the gown aside as she stood there in her bound breasts and the small fabric skirt that was made to hide her womanhood. Aiko reached back as she took the ribbion from her hair and loosen the weaving loose. Slowly she rebraided her hair thinking he was going to strike her with the rope though this punishment wasn't new for her. Now she knew why her last Master gave her up so quickly to him. He couldn't break her wild spirit when he or men did something unreasonable.
 
Luc shook his head at her defiance. He couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle at how she still didn't seem to understand the massive class divide between the two. She also didn't seem to understand that refusing to obey his orders would make whatever punishment he so decided to inflict upon her worse. He actually did intend to show her a degree of mercy, were she to pass the challenge he would soon impose on her.

Luc nodded at her before continuing his list of orders. "Take off your skirt." He commanded, slightly pleased at the thought at what lay beneath. However, he had no intention of touching her. She was commonplace, a trait that made her beneath him. "Now," he continued to command, "tie one of the rope to this bedpost, the other to the door. It should be about the height of the bed." He commanded as he undid the sash around his waist. He had nothing better to use for the purpose his sash was about to fulfill, but was disappointed that such a fine silk sash was about to be wasted on a commoner.
 
She turned red with him demanding her to remove the skirt. Aiko looked away from him as she didn't want to be touched by him either. Aiko took the rope from him as she saw the sash in his hand. She looked up at him with a curious look. "You know...Telling a servant who isn't broken in to use a rope isn't wise." She mentioned but she tied the rope off but left a loop to pull on if needed to get loose. She turned to the door and tied the other end off but with her side facing him her hands went to the skirt.

Her hands were trembling at the thought of her revealing her lower half to him. Unable to bring herself she withdrew her hands from the small skirt. "No..." she said with her facing him. Though she wandered about tying the rope to the bedpost then to the door. She never heard of such a thing but she didn't turn her back on him. Even the dim light concealed the faint scars of whips that she took in her younger years.
 
Luc shook his head when she rejected his command once more. This time, he had less of an issue with it. Her keeping the shirt on did her no real favors, but he did not feel inclined to tell her that. He was more content to allow her to find out herself. He chuckled to himself when he saw the loop she left upon the bedpost. Having used rope to tether his horse and secure his weaponry and armor, he knew his way around rope, and could instantly spot her ruse. He opted not to comment on it though. As he back was turned, he wrapped the loop around the post once more before lashing it, so that pulling it would simply make the rope tighter.

"I don't fear you." He said calmly when she commented about the rope. Indeed he didn't. Luc was a durable man, and capable of subduing men larger than him. A women of her build would offer no resistance. When the rope was finally lashed, Luc climbed out of bed and gently lifted the servant up, before placing her standing over the rope, so that she had a leg on each side of the rope and that the rope came to between her legs. Forcefully, he took the sash from his pants and tied her hands behind her back, feeding the sash under the roped, effectively pinning her hands down. As a knight, he was skilled at moving quickly, and he manged to accomplish this feat in mere seconds, before the maid could effectively respond.

"Walk from here to the other end of the rope and back." Luc ordered. "If you can make it there and back without a single orgasm, you need fear no punishment. Otherwise..." he warned, instructing her what to do.
 
With him forcing her over the rope she reached out to smack his hands but he tied her hands before she could react. Withhim instructing her to walk forward then back on the rough rope. "ORGASM?!" She snapped at him as this was painful for her to even have the rough rope pressing into her sensative folds. God she wanted to kick out at him but she couldn't. She'd do anything to get away from him as she began to walk across the rope. The rope bit and pulled at the sensative skin making her wince in pain. She didn't dare to allow him to see the look of pain in her eyes as she kept walking forward. Since she was short the rope rubbed into her harder. Soon blood was showing as she made her way back, tears rolling down her cheeks. She had bitten into her lower lip to keep herself from crying from the pain but soon her toned ass pressed against the bed post with her small form trembling from the abuse.
 
Luc shook his head as she returned. "Shame. You should have picked one of the curtain ropes. Those are so much softer," he said calmly, paying little attention to her still. "I hope you learned your lesson here." He said before retrieving his sash from her wrists and fastening it around his waist again. "But, I'm giving you the rest of the day off." He said calmly once more before situating himself in the bed again. He glanced over to ensure she was not getting any blood upon his bed. She wasn't, thankfully enough, both for him and for her.

He paid little attention to her from that point, situating himself comfortably in bed again and attempting to fall asleep once more.
 
With him untying her she got off the bed with her glaring at him. "Why would curtain ropes be in the barn....Where you told me to get this one?" she asked softly leaving that rope tied with her walking out of his room leaving her dress there. Aiko had disappeared outside and went to a stream. There she cleaned the fresh wounds and tended to the scrapes. Seeing he was leaving her alone she laid back in the grass with tears rolling down her cheeks as the burning still didn't stop. Her hands went to her eyes to try to stop her tears. "Why me...." She muttered between her silent sobs with the afternoon sun shining down on the area.
 
Luc went back to sleep and slept for a good few hours. He was weary, and having a slight weakspell. Finally, he awoke to find it was evening. He let out a tiny curse, he had slept all day, and he would probably find himself awake all night. He shrugged and pulled himself out of bed, putting a simple robe on and stepped out onto the balcony. His eyes instantly drifted to the servant girl, sitting by the river. He wondered how long she had been out there.

((Sorry it's short! I'm back now! I was dead for a while!))
 
Aiko had been out there all night. Though the chilled air touching her exposed skin made her tremble which woke her up. "Oh..." She said realizing what happened as she was still rather tender from the torture she recievced. Looking to the night sky she bolted to her feet wincing in pain. She was runnig to the house of his then slammed the door shut. There the bread had rose plenty with the stew thicken from the low heat she left it on. Smiling weakly but she forced the bread in the old oven as she forgot she was wearing that small skirt to hide her womanhood and her large ample breasts were bound down.
 
Luc came down the stairs quietly, slipping into the kitchen and taking a seat at the table near unnoticed. The servant was working before him, and he watched her work diligently. While he still saw her as an inferior person, he couldn't help but admire her form, and the fact that she was still standing tall after what he had done to her that morning. Something resembling a smile cracked across Luc's lips are he waited for her to leave her work and notice him.
 
Once she managed to clean the flour something told her she wasn't alone in the kitchen. Aiko grabbed the long knife in her slender hand as she looked over seeing Luc sitting there with a smile. She gave him a look that he sicken her. So she tossed the knife aside and grabbed his bowl with the kitchen filling with the scent of fresh bread. The scent seemed to calm her nerves enough to allow her to sing softly. She filled his bowl as she walked over to him and placed it in front of him as she gave him plenty of meat and other goodies she thought he may like. Even with ehr being so close she was wanting to strangle him till he passed out so she could run but knowing of his title and reputation she'd be caught then the rope burn would be the gentle side of him.

Aiko brushed her hair away from her face as she went back to the over away from him as she got ready to take the bread out. In her mind bread and thick stew seemed to be perfect for any time or night.
 
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