2 comments/ 12505 views/ 7 favorites Lady Jane Ch. 01 By: Zach_lost_in_Aus Note: This is the first part of a two-part story with possible further parts to come. It is set in the past. It is not intended that the setting be a clearly identified era or that any detail is historically accurate. ***** It was a chill evening in the great hall at Halden Manor. The December wind whistled through the doorways and battened windows. The roaring flames in the vast fireplace did little to relieve the creeping cold, gamely fighting a losing battle. Guttering candles threw wildly leaping shadows across the grand room, the tapestries looming suddenly as the light played across them. William had been summoned to an audience with Lady Jane. Only a short while before, he had returned from the marshes on a scouting mission for her ladyship. He was tired, cold, hungry and in the mood to murder a flagon of ale. He waited with the patience of duty, edging closer to the fire; hands open behind his back to soak up the radiated heat. He flipped up the bottom of his doublet to feel some of that warmth on his hose covered behind, still numb from a day in the saddle. The only others present were a couple of footmen waiting near the doorway into the private apartments. They looked half-frozen. Into this somnolent, frigid space burst a sudden flurry of colour and energy. Lady Jane swept in, resplendent in flowing skirts and close fitting bodice. William found his eyes admiring her form. The bodice emphasised her trim figure, the swell of her pretty breasts, dipping to show just so much as decorum would permit. The pearls set in the neckline drew the observer in with a delicious entwining of modesty and suggestion. The flare of the skirts revealed nothing yet spoke volumes of womanly charms, hips, derriere, and concealed treasure. "What news, Sir William?" Her voice commanded his attention with ease. William stepped forward and dropped to one knee. Taking her proffered hand he dropped his lips to the backs of her fingers. He wondered whether his lady's personal servants noticed that there was actual contact, contravening social etiquette. He felt the tingle of static. The tension between them was palpable. William hoped that he could read the unspoken signals correctly. Lady Jane stepped onto the low dais and sat upon the grand chair waiting there. Her face remained inscrutable. William stood before her and delivered his report of the growing encampment out beyond Appledore. Yet, despite the threat of those disenchanted rebels so close by, William's mind kept wandering even whilst he spoke. His eyes lingered on his Lady's cheekbones, her ears, the fine line of her neck as it flowed out to her shoulder, the pale skin seemingly luminescent in the dim room. He followed the line of pearls and felt himself stir at the tantalising curves they traced. His mind taunted his hands with ideas of plucking at the laces tying the front of that bodice. A small movement caught his attention; there from beneath the hem of her skirt peeped a slim, pointed shoe and the pale skin of an ankle. Mind racing, William dragged his eyes back to Lady Jane's face. The sparkle in her eye and the faint hint of a smirk at the corners of her rouged lips told him that the unladylike revelation was no accident. She was playing him, playing him like a puppet on a string. He faltered on but his mind filled with lewd thoughts. He wondered whether or not his submission to her publicly would be mirrored in private should such time ever occur. "Sir William, is that all?" He blushed at being caught dreaming, hoping the poor light would hide his sudden embarrassment. "Yes, my lady." "Thank you for your attentiveness today." Her words were accompanied by a wry smile, leaving little doubt in William's mind that they weren't actually a reference to his arduous day in the field. "I may need to call upon you for your advice a little later, once I have digested your report. Please stay close. I shall have you called to my chamber as necessary." "With pleasure, my lady." "I do hope so." And with that she was gone in a whirl of skirts. William strode off, mind awash, to seek out the kitchens. First things first, he couldn't think straight on an empty stomach and he had a feeling that he needed to have his wits about him if he was to walk the tightrope seemingly stretched before him. - William sat at the heavy oak table in the kitchens at Halden Manor. He had managed to persuade Her Ladyship's cook to serve him some of that evening's leftovers and just as importantly a large tankard of ale. Even better it was warm there, wonderfully cosy compared to the great hall. Just as William emptied his second tankard a maid came into the kitchen and approached him. Standing demurely before him she spoke in a quiet voice. "My Lady's compliments and would you please attend her chamber at once." "At once?" William repeated with heavy sarcasm. The maid simply looked at her feet, face burning with embarrassment. "Not your fault. Lead the way." The maid looked relieved that she wouldn't become stuck between two strong wills and bustled off with William striding in pursuit. They went up a cold, stone, spiral staircase and across the gallery of the hall before finally reaching an iron studded door. The maid knocked timidly. A second maid, somewhat prettier than the first, William observed, opened the door and let them in. As he took his bearings, the two maids left and closed the door behind them leaving William standing, looking at the silhouette of Lady Jane before a tall, narrow window, silvery with moonlight. She had her back to him as she spoke. "I need your help Sir William." It was a statement that invited no response. As she turned in the moonlight piercing the uneven glass panes, her form was picked out. William realized, with a peak of interest, that she had divested some of her apparel. She walked in a wide circle past him. He kept his head and body still, looking straight ahead, unsure where this was leading. "Do we have allies?" Her voice was a whisper from just behind his right ear. "Yes My Lady. Lord Marsham of Romney and Lord Finch of Winchelsea are with you." The rustle of silken fabric betrayed her movement, so close, her scent filling William's nostrils. Then she was directly before him and his eyes widened. Lady Jane wore only her corset and a flowing demi-slip. Whereas her décolletage was chaste before it was now demanding attention; whereas her legs and derriere were hidden by flared skirts they were now accented by the shimmer of clinging silk. If he managed to keep his features straight his response to the visual stimulation would be evident to the most cursory examination lower down. "Not the finest two specimens of men." She placed heavy emphasis on the last word. Her face was now so close that William could feel her breath upon him. He remained silent. "Do we have the strength to prevail?" "Yes My Lady." "What makes you so sure?" "We have your leadership My Lady." "Flattery Sir William, flattery. Are you a fine specimen of a man, Sir William?" "I will fight for you My Lady, if that is what you mean." She looked directly into his eyes and watched with delight at his reaction to her next move. Her elegant fingers were drawn up the front of William's hosiery; tracing the long, thick bulge that had formed at the first sight of her revealing attire. The sound of her nails dragging across the rough fabric filled the room. "I should say that you are quite the upstanding soldier." Unable to think of any suitable reply, William stayed mute. His equilibrium further disturbed as Lady Jane's hand flattened across his manhood and then gripped firmly. "But you must be my man, loyal only to me." "I will be that My Lady." "So you say now, whilst in the palm of my hand." Her smile did not throw warmth. "Take off your doublet." William was stunned into immobility. Lady Jane squeezed his cock. "Do I have to repeat myself?" He struggled out of the heavy jacket. "Your undershirt too." Bare chested in the pale moonlight, William felt vulnerable but not a bit less aroused. His Lady was a feisty one for sure, that had been one of the attractions for quite some time. "Do you trust me Sir William?" "Implicitly My Lady." Said with a confidence he didn't quite possess. "Then remove your hose." She was behind him now, the back of her hand brushing across his bottom, the warmth of her breath upon his neck. She circled his naked form, studying the firmness of his thighs and buttocks, unashamedly appraising him from head to toe and back up to stare lasciviously at the rampant rod of his erection. It bobbed gently with his thumping heartbeat, the crown smooth, swollen and dark pink. From behind her back, Lady Jane produced a crop. Its long, slender shaft tipped with a flap of shiny black leather. She lifted it up under William's balls, presenting them for her inspection. She slid the supple tip up the underside of his shaft and then over the engorged plum of a head. With a sudden flick the crop struck the side of the straining phallus eliciting a stifled gasp from William. Repeatedly the crop flicked his upright cock, up and down the shaft until it was red with lust and a bead of milky fluid oozed from the slit. Then Lady Jane ran the crop up William's chest, stinging his nipples with cruel blows, before trailing it lightly across his skin as she circled, he could hear it whistle through the air just a fraction before the cutting pain seared across his buttock. Then her body was pressed against his back and a hand slipped around his hip to grip his staff. "I trust you will always stand tall and fight for me." William bit back the snort of nervous mirth that threatened to burst forth. "I will My Lady. With pleasure." "And with pain as necessary?" "Yes My Lady." Lady Jane, still gripping his cock, led William to a long, low upholstered bench that ran across before the fireplace. The light from the flickering flames dancing over them. "Lie down on your back." William did as he was bid, submissive to his Lady's command. As he did she pulled his arms back behind his head and he felt the hard, coldness of metal clamp around his wrists. A flash of fear raced through him tinged with an erotic thrill. With his feet on the floor either side of the bench, his arms secured behind and below his head, William was stretched out. His erection obscenely exposed. Lady Jane stood between him and the fire. She hooked her thumbs into the top of her slip and shimmied her hips. The silk pooled at her feet. Gone were the dainty shoes from earlier. Instead Lady Jane wore long, supple leather boots that reached above her knees. William let his eyes wander up the line of her long, encased legs and over the pale skin of her naked thighs. He could, between them, see her lips, garishly pink and glistening in the firelight thus betraying her own arousal. The short curly hair on her mons looked soft, inviting, he wanted, suddenly, to taste her. She strutted around him, trailing the crop over his body occasionally flicking him with it leaving his body marked with small welts. Then she stepped across his torso and stood astride his prone form. The suede of the boots rubbed the sides of his chest and William pulled against his manacles in an involuntary bid to take hold of those thighs, to pull the treasure between them to his hungry mouth. "All in good time Sir William." It wasn't hard to read the lust on William's face and in his body. "I need to be sure you will provide satisfactory service." "Have I ever failed you My Lady?" The tip of the crop traced the contours of his face, his nose, his lips, his chin, down his throat and his chest until it was angled back between Lady Jane's legs. She drew it up, running the thin, ridged shaft between her pouting lips. The polished flap of leather pressed deep into the furrow of her sex and emerged shining with her juices. Lady Jane stared intently into William's eyes as she presented that wet tip like a sweetmeat at the end of a banquet. She thrust it forward and William's taste buds flooded with the salty sweetness of her as the leather slid over his tongue. He felt his erection throb insistently with the eroticism of the moment. "Not as yet, no." - William was in no position to speak. Lady Jane's crop remained in his mouth as she stood astride him on the narrow bench. He watched entranced as her knees bent and her smooth thighs flexed as she lowered herself slowly. William could detect her scent and felt his mouth water in anticipation. Casting her crop aside Lady Jane put the palms of her hands on his forehead to steady herself. William's senses were now overwhelmed. Smooth, silken skin brushed the rough stubble on each side of his face contrasting with the pressure on his forehead. The crackling of the fire, the faint whistle of the wind, faded behind the roar of the blood in his body. The aroma of Lady Jane's heated sex assaulted him to the extent that he could taste her on the cool air. And there, inches from his eyes, was the lewd glory of her most intimate place. The flesh of her labia a shocking deep pink, taut and turgid, glistening with a sheen of her juice. He had time to view the folds from which her clitoris peeked, the plump lips still clinging together all the way back to the puckered ring of her anus. Then he could feel her heat on his lips, instinctively his tongue flicked out running along the crease of that ripe fruit. Her lips sprang apart and William was rewarded with a little rush of the nectar he had first tasted just a short while ago. He heard Lady Jane's long drawn out moan before her engorged vulva mashed into his face. Fingers clutching his hair painfully hard, she rubbed her hot, wet sex across his mouth, his nose, his chin. He could scarcely breathe but opening his mouth and thrusting out his tongue William tasted the delicious flesh. Lady Jane's hips slowed as his licking, sucking and biting began to have their desired effect. She adjusted her position to allow him access to different parts as she desired. For a while delighting in the sensation of his squirming tongue probing her arse to feeling her lips sucked and her cunt teased with that ceaseless muscle before settling with his mouth clamped around her aching clitoris. "Oh William! Yes, there, there, more, don't stop, don't stop... coming, yesssss..." He felt her thighs shudder, her fingernails cut into his scalp and his mouth fill with her come. She stood shakily and he gasped for much needed oxygen. "I need you inside me, now." Lady Jane reached back and grasped his iron shaft. With little hesitation she lined up the angry looking head and sank down on it until her buttocks rested on his thighs. "Arhhhhh..." Both of them exhaled simultaneously with the shared pleasure of penetration. The pause that followed seemed to stretch out but in all probability only lasted a few seconds. Then Lady Jane began to ride. First leaning forward, hands spread across William's chest, scratching him in her bid to gain the purchase necessary for her to rise and fall the full length of his pole. Then she sat up straight, wholly impaled and pulled open the top of her corset. Her pale breasts shone in the moonlight from the window. As her hips circled and bucked, her fingers pinched and pulled at her own nipples until they stood dark and erect. William thrust upwards with all the power he could muster in his thighs, making sure the blunt head of his cock bumped high up inside his Lady's clutching cunt. "It's coming again... there, there..." A flush swept down Lady Jane's neck and across her bared chest in wonderful testament to her impending orgasm. William grunted with the effort of every vertical lunge and was soon rewarded with the keening cry that announced Lady Jane's surrender to a crashing climax. Then she collapsed forward, crushing those pretty tits against his chest. Her lips close to his left ear. "And still you have not failed me," she whispered. - Lady Jane soon recovered her air of dominance once the aftershocks faded away. In resuming an upright posture, her movements inflicted an exquisite torture on William's highly sensitised phallus. It was still painfully hard and aching. Lady Jane looked down at him and let a ghost of a smile play across her face as she squeezed it deep inside with the muscles in which Kegel would take an interest in the distant future. "I think, maybe, you have earned your reward Sir William." "As My Lady thinks fit." She abruptly stood, letting William's cock slap wetly against his abdomen before springing defiantly back. The crop reappeared in her hand and she began to lightly tap the tip against the tight balls and turgid prick, working up and down with a maddening rhythm as she circled. Eventually she dropped to her knees at the end of the bench between William's parted thighs. Placing the crop under his thick shaft she took both ends and pulled the swollen, ridged length upright, inches from her face. He could see her eyes examining it minutely, from flared tip to aching balls. Arching her back to thrust forward her exposed breasts and pulling the glistening cock yet further toward her, Lady Jane rubbed the slippery crown against her taut nipples. Her eyes closed and a low moan escaped her lips as she did so. That moment of reverie was broken with a swift, decisive movement. She engulfed that smooth plum with her mouth, swirling her tongue around the ridge and sweeping it firmly across the slit in its centre. William let out a loud, deep-seated groan. Head flung back, arms straining against their bonds, he felt her mouth move down his shaft, licking and biting on the way. Then each heavy ball was taken one at a time, sucked, licked. He felt a hand wrap around and begin to stroke him, then the head was engulfed once more. He watched, entranced. Lady Jane's eyes locked with his. There was no going back. The tell-tale tingling began in his toes, feet, calves, thighs. His heart pounded and his breaths came fast and shallow. He could feel the surge starting behind his balls. Lady Jane lifted her mouth from him and using both hands pumped his shaft firmly. Once, twice and then, pulled hard toward her, his cock swelled and jerked. His seed exploded from him and hit her neck and chest. Two gouts of the thick fluid escaped before Lady Jane again took him in her mouth capturing the continuing eruptions. He could feel her swallow as the spasms died down. Lady Jane stood. Leaning over William she surveyed him with an inscrutable expression before unclasping his wrists. "You may leave now. Be ready to ride out at 6 tomorrow." [To be continued...] Lady Jane Ch. 02 Note: This is the second chapter of the story. Reading the first chapter would be best but there is enjoyment to be had even if you prefer to plough on straight ahead now. As previously stated, it is set in the past. It is not intended that the setting be a clearly identified era or that any detail is historically accurate. CHAPTER 2 ---------------------- William woke in a guest chamber, the air around him punishingly cold. A maid was busy laying a fire in the hearth and William cursed quietly under his breath. "A plague on Lady Jane," he thought. "But God, what a woman." His hand absent mindedly cupped his genitals as he remembered the previous evening. With an effort he forced his way out of the cot and stood in the big pan of tepid water set out by the maid. He washed quickly before ice could form. Once dressed and with a hunk of bread wrapped around a thick rasher of bacon in hand, William crossed the frozen courtyard to the stables beyond. It was invitingly warm inside, a score of horses saw to that. "So you are alive this morning Sir William." Her voice rang out from a loose box half way along the row. William picked his way toward it. "Pray don't tell me you have lost any of your vigour." "It will show soon enough My Lady." "I count upon it." Lady Jane came into his view at that moment. He stopped in his tracks. Not sure of what he expected he knew it was not this. She stood engaged in adjusting her mare's tack. Nothing curious about that, but her attire? Unconventional. No ladylike skirts to be seen. On top she wore a loose linen blouse with a leather doublet over. Lower down, the legs he had so closely admired last night were clad in close fitting woolen hose. On seeing his confounded gaze, Lady Jane interjected, "Does my outfit not bring out your vigour Sir William?" He simply scowled and stalked off to find his own steed. Half an hour's riding found them cantering though the woods and commons toward the Rother Valley. The landscape was white with a thick frost highlighting the dark branches of skeletal trees. The breath of the horses trailed in clouds behind them. The cold bit at their faces. Avoiding settlements the two riders approached the ancient trading route of the Rother somewhere between Bodiam and Newenden. Dismounting and hitching their horses the pair continued on foot. In the still of the frozen countryside their footfall sounded unnaturally loud, each leaf crunching, every twig snapping. Occasionally a crow would caw loudly as it lazily flapped away. William led the way to a vantage point of which he was familiar. Keeping to the trees they slipped into position. Looking around, rather than over, a rocky outcrop, the Rother valley lay before them. The river wound placidly as usual. Against this idyll a group of barges stood out like the sores on a plague victim. They lay tethered at the bridge. A column of smoke rose from a campfire. A dozen or so men huddled around it. The rebels. "They're on the move My Lady," William whispered. "A few cold wretches." "Those wretches are just the baggage train. If they are down there then the armed militia and horsemen will be up here and around about. We should leave at once." No sooner had he spoken than the sound of voices and the clank of weaponry reached their ears. Still distant but too close for comfort. William drew his sword and ushered Lady Jane in the direction of their horses. Soon those men would be between them and their only real means of return to Halden Manor. "Swiftly My Lady, we have no time to lose." Fortunately the militiamen were careless to the noise they made. Equally fortunately William could not make out any indication of horses among them. If they could regain their mounts all would be well. He led them circuitously ahead of the column. They would be perilously close. Just as William boosted his Lady onto her horse a shout rang out, soon followed by the sounds of men breaking into a run. "Ride My Lady, I shall catch you." William swung himself up as four men brandishing swords came crashing through the undergrowth. Causing his mount to rear up in their faces William then wheeled around. His sword flashed and he felt the thud of contact jar through his arm. Taking advantage of the surprise created, he spurred the horse into a gallop and chased after Lady Jane. She appeared unexpectedly from behind a large yew tree a mere few hundred yards away. "Thank you Sir William," she called as the two horses fell in together. "Thank me when we are well away My Lady," he growled. Eventually they slowed to a walk allowing the tired horses a rest. Lady Jane was excitable from the thrill of the close encounter and bombarded William with questions. They were by now in woods closer to Halden and well away from danger he judged. A wild thought grew in his mind. Whilst crossing a small clearing, Lady Jane leading, William pulled a length of rope from the rear of his saddle. He fashioned a complex knot forming a double noose. "My Lady, wait a moment if you will," he called just as she passed beneath a vast oak. He pulled up his horse right alongside. "Can I show you this?" Lady Jane reached out as he hoped she would. In a trice he had slipped the nooses over her wrists and pulled the knot tight binding her wrists together. With a well practiced flick he sent the long tail of rope over a branch and hauled. Before she even realised what was happening Lady Jane sat in her saddle with her arms pulled high above her head, helpless. "How dare you! Get me down." "Gladly, My Lady." With that William slapped the rump of Lady Jane's mount and it stepped away. He lowered Lady Jane's feet to the forest floor, just. After tying off the rope William stepped in front of her. "So, My Lady, how does it feel?" "You'll pay a price for this." "This is my reward." "For what?" Lady Jane spat. "Rescuing your delectable hide, My Lady." He walked around her. Reaching out a hand he caressed the fine curves of her buttocks. "Yes, a fine reward." Taking his short dagger William cut the cord at the waist of her hose and pulled the cloth roughly down to her ankles. "Such fine legs, My Lady." Standing behind her he ran his hand up the inside of a leg from ankle to crotch. He smiled as he heard Lady Jane's involuntary gasp as his palm cupped her cool sex and smooth buttocks. But he pulled away and drew his sword once more. He could see the flash of fear in Lady Jane's eyes but she defiantly said nothing. Standing to one side William wielded the shining blade. As the flat of the sword struck the back of her thigh she yelped. Again and again he slapped her pale skin until her bottom and upper thighs glowed pink. William dropped the weapon and stood before Lady Jane, his hand delved between her thighs. His fingers met with a fierce heat and copious wetness. "I think My Lady enjoyed her spanking." "You brute." With a booted foot and forward thrusted knee, William forced Lady Jane's legs apart. In contrast his fingers delicately traced the edges of her rapidly swelling lips. Letting her juice lubricate his path, he ran them forward to circle her stiffening clit and back again to her perineum. He kept repeating this slow path until on one forward stroke he let two fingers trail deep into the soaking wet cleft. She sagged more heavily on the rope as her legs buckled. She moaned with evident disappointment when his hand left her vulva, eyes questioning. William unbuckled her doublet, gripped either side of the undershirt and ripped it clean apart down the front. His fingertips ran down the centreline of her chest and around to each side before his palms came up to cup those delicious breasts. Each was topped with a hard, puckered nipple. It might have been the cold but more likely the rush of arousal. William's fingers and thumbs pinched the proud nubs and pulled on them roughly. He could see the lust burn in Lady Jane's eyes. As he bowed his head down to suck on a tortured breast, William slid a hand down again. Just as his mouth clamped over a nipple and a good portion of soft flesh, his fingers speared up into the molten core of Lady Jane's cunt. He felt her body fall against his chest as he moved his fingers in a vigorous beckoning motion. Forward and back, forward and back, the tips repeatedly rubbing the ridged pad deep inside her. "Oh God, oh William, yes, yes..." "That's it My Lady, feel the vigour." But then he stopped abruptly. "No, please, don't stop." "You've changed your tune My Lady." "You bastard." "Now, now, remember, I won't fail you." Having made his point William tilted lady Jane's face to his with a hand in her hair. He brought his lips to hers and lightly brushed them across as her mouth opened with expectation. They fell into a deep, lustful kiss, tongues dueling, lips crushed. Once again William impaled her with his strong fingers. Three. Stretching and filling her hungry cunt. This time he kept pumping them until Lady Jane came. Her juice spurted over his wrist and forearm, and she bit his shoulder hard to stifle the screams of ecstatic release. For a long while he held her tightly to him as her body slowly calmed. "All right Sir William, you win," she murmured in his ear. "I think you will find that it is we who win My Lady." He paused dramatically. "And anyway I haven't finished with you yet." ------- William wandered over to the tied off end of the rope ensnaring Lady Jane. With a deft flick or two it was undone. Keeping the line taught he returned to where Lady Jane stood, breasts jutting proudly from between the ragged edges of her shirt and open doublet. "Tonight I think you will need some more of my wisdom and guidance in your chamber." Lady Jane's eyes simply narrowed and flashed in the sinking sunlight. "Well, My lady?" "If you must," she spat. "Now, now, we both know what we want." She averted her eyes to the ground. William released the rope and slipped the makeshift cuffs from her wrists. He kissed the reddened skin and methodically buttoned up the thick doublet. The he boosted her up onto her horse and they set off at an easy trot to Halden Manor. An hour later, washed and dressed appropriately the two met again in company of the household for dinner. The guest of honour was Lord Marsham of Romney. As hospitality dictated he was sat beside Lady Jane at the high table. William was a few seats away and opposite. Lady Marsham to his side. The next couple of hours would be extremely taxing. The Marsham's lived, in fact, in London, eschewing provincial life for the status of the Royal court. Or rather, the perceived status. They were somewhat peripheral figures clinging to the reflected glitter. The truth was they were tediously tiresome people. She only talked about society gossip and fashion and he was nothing but a lecherous bore. However, he was lord of the neighbouring lands and as such relations needed to be maintained. In pursuit of such, William smiled and nodded his way through a seemingly endless stream of prattle broken only when Lady Marsham filled her trap with the endless courses of food and copious quantities of wine. He even put up with her pawing hands in the cause of neighbourly solidarity. Every so often he looked over at Lady Jane. Despite the mask of good humour plastered onto her face he could tell that her ordeal was equally if not more burdensome. Lord Marsham was in full flow. Talking to her as a master to his pupil. In his pauses for breath, eating and drinking he leered and manhandled. Once or twice William felt almost compelled to call him upon his honour but his Lady's steely eyes kept him in check. With a wry inward smile he reckoned that she was more than a match for the odious man but with deft skill let Lord Marsham think he was the consummate charmer. Finally, the banquet came to a close. Lady Jane was able to slip away to her private chamber and Lady Marsham retired. William had a little longer to suffer. Lord Marsham regaled him with wholly misguided ideas on how to deal with the rebels. William knew that come the fight it wouldn't be the noble Lord in the lead and so he just let the piffle wash over him. Eventually the man seemed so drunk that he almost passed out in his seat. William was free. A maid approached him, "Sir William, my Lady's compliments and will you attend her chamber when you can." "Please return my compliments and I shall be with her shortly." The lack of command struck William. Not wishing to seem too eager he loitered a while before the slowly diminishing fire in the hall. Then he strode purposefully to the iron studded door and rapped upon it. The pretty maid opened it and let him in before slipping silently from the room. All was as the night before save that Lady Jane was not to be seen in the low light of candles and flickering fire. Then she appeared from the shadows of the far corner recess. So very differently presented than before. Simply wearing a long, nightgown in pale chiffon silk she looked delicate, vulnerable almost in contrast to the dominant woman of last night. As she approached, William saw the low neckline and couldn't fail to notice how the fabric clung to her breasts and wrapped around her thighs. "What does my knight still have to finish?" The words whispered from her mouth as she stood just to one side, left hand on his right shoulder, right where she had bitten him in the throes of passion earlier that day. He noticed that she avoided eye contact. William spun Lady Jane around and pressed her bodily to the rough wall. He could feel his ardour rush to fullness against the scantily clad curves of her bottom. His lips brushed her neck and his tongue flicked against her ear. "You, my Lady." ------- William's left hand clamped around Lady Jane's wrists and held them against the stone above her head. His right hand roughly dragged up her thigh and grabbed her buttock. "You will beg for me my Lady." His lips were just an inch from her ear. Lady Jane scowled but said nothing. The wet heat between her legs spoke eloquently enough. William's boot forced her feet apart even as his fingertips just barely followed the outer rim of her labia. The contrast of contacts confused and delighted Lady Jane's body. She could feel the rough fabric of his crotch rubbing coarsely against the delicate skin of her hip whilst his soft, warm lips caressed her jawline, her neck, her shoulders and the exposed underside of her arm. Gradually the stroking fingers became more forceful, pressing more firmly, delving deeper until with a sudden upward thrust they penetrated into Lady Jane's molten core. The shock made her rise up on to her toes, involuntarily, just as a gasping moan escaped. Those fingers, strong and relentless, repeatedly filled her then massaged her vulva, spreading her juices, making her whole crotch wet and slippery before filling her again. She was rapidly on the edge. But William played her, never thrusting for long enough to trigger her climax. Lady Jane fought against her submission. Desperate not to let her need betray her self-control. But the flush of her skin, the panting of her breath bore silent witness to the futility of her battle. With the next thrust her control fled. William's thumb, long flirting with the taut ring of her anus, penetrated it in time with the up thrust of his fingers into her cunt. He pinched the two invaders together and moved his whole hand back and forth. Her legs buckled. Her breasts rubbed against the rough wall, the flimsy chiffon fabric offering no protection. She was held up by her wrists and from being pressed between the cold stone and the warm body of her lover. Just as she was about to go over the edge he stopped. Fingers and thumb abruptly left her. She felt her quivering body being wrapped in his arms and carried. "Please, just do it," she cried out in equal measures of frustration and annoyance at the weakness of her flesh. William simply smiled wryly and took her over to the bench upon which he had been subjugated only a day or so earlier. He placed her down and clamped her wrists just as she had imprisoned him before. With a flash of steel William's dirk slit the thin nightgown from hem to the V at her breasts. The sliced fabric slithered aside, exposing Lady Jane's lithe form. Her breasts topped with hard nipples poking up, her stomach stretched flat and heaving with her pants. Her pubic hair glowed in the firelight, atop the prominent mound above her exposed sex. She regarded William through narrowed eyes. He circled her before dropping to his knees beside her. His hand lazily ran up her leg, over her hips and tummy before curling around her left breast, filling it with her soft flesh, squeezing enough to reach that edge of pain but not crossing. Finger and thumb pinched the areola at the base of her stiff nub. Lady Jane couldn't resist the need to close her eyes and suck in a deep breath as the electric jolt ran straight through her. William undressed before her. He watched as she surveyed his solid, hardened body. Watched as she looked at his muscles and sinews flex. Watched as her eyes fell to his half swollen cock and heavy balls, following him as he moved between her parted thighs. He took hold of her lower legs and brought her slim feet to his mouth. Lips kissing softly, tongue flicking over her toes before taking each into his mouth in turn, sucking one by one in and massaging it with his tongue. Then slowly he worked his way along those long limbs, alternating from one to the other until his rough stubble rubbed at her soft inner thighs. His strong hands held each leg behind the knee and he pushed them up and apart. Lady Jane was never more exposed than at that moment. For an age he looked lustfully at the folds of her obscenely engorged lips framed by the soft, light curls. He mentally licked his lips at the droplets of moisture pinpricking the rosy flesh. His shaft stiffened at the sight of a little trickle of juice running erratically down over her puckered anus. Unable to resist any longer William bowed his head and with closed eyes began to gorge himself on the succulent treat before him. With slow but inexorable precision his lips and tongue teased and caressed the turgid heat of her sex, played with the little bead of her clit and swirled around the flaring ring of her arse. Then with mouth capturing her nub he plunged three fingers into her slippery cunt over and over until the dam was about to burst. He stopped and stood. "No! You can't!" "What is it my Lady?" "I need..." she stopped, still resisting, still fighting against the loss of control. Mind and body in conflict. "What, exactly, is it that you need my Lady?" The inadvertent flick of her eyes down to William's rampant phallus told a succinct story. ""What?" "That," she whispered barely audible. "I need to hear it my Lady." "I need that!" She spat. "I'm not sure I follow, my Lady." "Fuck me!" "I'm beginning to understand." "Fuck me, damn you!" William simply stared at Lady Jane. Her eyes were dilated and flicked wildly from his face to his cock and back. "Please William. Fuck me, take me, make me come. Please, I need you." Taking her legs against his chest, William leaned into Lady Jane and let his staff spear into her depths. "There my Lady, was that so difficult? I need you too." Lady Jane seemed incapable of responding, her only response a long, drawn out moan. William put aside the games and simply drove into her. Over and over impaling her until the telltale flush spread down across her neck, chest and breasts and Lady Jane's body went stiff with the spasms of orgasm. Her face screwed up with the exquisite pleasure approaching unbearable pain. Lady Jane Ch. 02 Without relent William continued plundering her until his thrusts became ragged, his breath loud and his legs started to tremble. Pushed deep inside her and with his weight over her prone body he came. Jerking, spurting, emptying himself into his Lady Jane. With weakened arms he reached out and released her bonds. They slipped sideways to a thick sheepskin rug before the fire and William wrapped her up in his arms her head on his chest. Nothing was said and yet everything was made clear. ------- Much later that night, William carried Lady Jane to the imposing four-poster bed. He lay her down and wrapped her in his arms until she drifted away again. Sunlight spearing in through the tall slender window woke William. As he blinked into consciousness the silhouette of Lady Jane appeared above him. She was naked and William smiled at the memory of the previous evening. He felt the familiar hardness of his cock tinge with an ache of good use. "This is how it will work between us." Lady Jane's voice was full of command. "In public you shall appear as dutifully serviant as ever. In private you can be more... well, familiar." William moved quickly, grasped her torso and flipped her onto the bed, pinning her down with his weight and strength. His tensed thigh pressed against her sex and inwardly smiled at the involuntary little buck of her hips. His mouth swept across a flattened breast and rapidly puckering nipple. "In private I will devour you, fuck you, make love with you. Is that familiar enough for you my Lady?" Despite herself, Lady Jane grinned. "Perfectly." "We are in agreement then." As if to seal the pact, William entered his Lady with one bold thrust making her cry out in pleasure with just a tinge of pain at the bump of his blunt weapon against her cervix. As he drove her over her private cliff William saw a small movement in the deep shadow between the imposing fireplace and Lady Jane's dressing room. Holding his gaze still even whilst maintaining the merciless rhythm of his hips, William could make out Nancy, his Lady's maid. She stood pressed into the shadowy corner, her skirts bundled up at the front, the wrist of her right hand betraying the reason.