0 comments/ 16788 views/ 0 favorites Red & Black By: Vermillion I’ve dressed up for our night on the town. I imagined how I wanted to look and feel and I was able to find all the pieces to fulfill the fantasy. Black and Red for tonight. A soft and feminine silk suit in black. Red heels. And a lacy red and black camisole under the jacket, just hints at what might be underneath. You’ll find out soon enough. We dine at a quiet place with luscious food. Lots of flavor and a little spice. Just right for a bottle of red wine. We walk to a club just down the street. Enjoy the music. Sit close to each other in the dark club and act like kids in the back of a theater. On the walk back to the room, you pull me into a dark breeze way. You pin me against the wall and run your hands up and down my silk suit. You lock me in a kiss and your hands run under my skirt and up to the top of my hose. My hands are under your jacket and around you back. You run kisses down my neck to the top of my lace camisole. Your nimble fingers are about to pop one of my garters..."don’t you dare!" So instead, you run your hand up between my legs. I move a hand to the front of your pants. I am rubbing against your rod and have my thigh up on your leg. And boy are you happy to greet me! My little silk panties are no barrier and your finger is dancing on my clit. I go weak in the knees, so you push me against the wall and pull my waist to you with your other arm. I am all silk and butter in your hands. Just as I feel I will melt away, a bolt shoots through me and I cum in your hand. I arch forward and lock onto your mouth to stifle my scream. You kiss me softly so I can get my legs under me, and so you can, well, get yourself in control. We somehow manage to get to our room. You have a bottle of wine chilling. We sit in comfortable cane chairs on either side of a small table. We both take off our jackets. You sit back in your chair. And I am fumbling for something in my small bag. "Ah ha. I think you need to show a little more restraint then you did on the street tonight," I say with wicked grin. I come over and kneel in front of you. You lean down to kiss me. "No, just sit back and relax." I take the two silk scarves that were in my bag and tie your arms to the arms of the chair. "There, that should do." I get up and walk away. A few feet away I stop and take off a few more clothes - a little strip tease for your benefit - heavy on the tease. I remove my skirt and slip. Then "snap" I remove my panties (handy side snaps). As I turn so you can appreciate all my work you whistle appreciatively. Red silk camisole, trimmed in black. Black garter belt, trimmed in red. Black stockings and red shoes. I walk back to you and straddle your legs. I rub my silk covered breast over you face and you try to latch on, to no avail. I sit back and undo your pants. The buckle, the button, the zipper. Oh yes. Then with a little help from you I slip your pants off. I straddle of your legs and am rubbing my wet cunt on your leg. And doing a fine job of kissing you senseless. I also have my hand on your rock hard cock. I open your shirt and pull up my camisole, so I can make as much contact as possible. Just when you are starting to truly strain at your restraints and I feel my resolve to keep you restrained seeping away, I pull back. I pull the other chair up in front of yours. I sit on the chair. Still in my heels and stockings, I put a red spiked heel on either side of you. I have my camisole up above my breasts. I knead my breasts and then move one hand down, slowly, to my clit. I work my tit and clit in a steady rhythm. I have my eyes closed in concentration. You are looking on with delight and great deal of hunger. As my rhythm increases, you start to work at your restraints. My finger moves round and round. My hips start to grind against my hand. And then I open my eyes, as I moan and with our eyes locked I cum and "Ohhh yes, baby I want you now!" "And you are going to get me." You managed to get your arms free. You lift me by the waist and drop me on the side of the bed. You walk forward holding your rod in your hand. When you get close to me, I wrap hands around your buns and pull you close. Even closer and I have you in my mouth. I moan deep in my throat. And pull on your cock with my mouth as I squeeze your buns. You push me back onto the bed as your knees are about to give way. You ravage my mouth and then my breasts. Your hands are all over me. I call your name and say "please I want you inside me." Finally, you have my knees up and are in me. My silk clad legs are wrapped around you and I yell "Oh baby, harder, harder." You pound me hard and fast. About every 12 strokes, my cunt spasms, squeezing you. "Tell me you want it baby." "I want you all over me, now!", I urge you. You pull out and pumping your cock; you cum on my breasts, "Oh yess." And then another spasm and you shoot it in my mouth. I buck with a final hard orgasm just feeling your juices on me. You fall onto me and we caress. The night is young. Red and Black This is a story about a fictitious place known as the Internet Cybersex Prison. Here the worst criminal minds among girls, ages 18 to 24, are incarcerated. They frequently are too dangerous to keep in normal prison populations. Here they are used in the most despicable ways imaginable. This story concerns two girls: named only "Red" and "Black." Archibald Minor, known as "Archi," was awarded custody of two girls. One is an Irish lass with jade green eyes, flame red hair, and freckles, known as "Red." The other is an oriental girl with dark brown eyes, straight black hair, and a dark complexion, known as "black." They housed together in a concrete cell. Their sole possession, which they must share, is a large brown wool blanket. Each girl has a steel collar welded about her neck. They are subject to the sadistic control of Archi. In the Internet Cybersex Prison, each day begins the same. The panel in the steel door opens. A girl presses her back against the cold steel and presents her wrists for handcuffs. Once cuffed, the door opens and a matron with two uniformed male guards enter. The two girls are examined. Each is subjected to a body cavity search. One male guard examines her mouth, inserting three fingers. The matron inserts a long speculum in the girl's vagina and dilates it. The second male guard inserts two or three fingers into the girl's rectum. After the humiliation of the body cavity search, the two girls are leashed and led to a special preparation and examination room. The action of handcuffing the girls is in itself interesting. The male guards generally cuff the girls loosely, tight enough to ensure that escape is impossible. The matron, on the other hand, may use the cuffs as a means of punishment or torment. The handcuffs tightly lock and behind a girl's back hurts her when she is forced into examination positions. The two girls, Red and Black, always strive to please the matron, whom they refer to as "Mistress." The speculum is another device. For sure the girls would have little opportunity to conceal something in their vagina. But the body cavity search is a requirement. It affords the matron a chance to penetrate and dilate the girls. The speculum has two long, duckbill like sleeves, which can be spread and locked into position by a thumbscrew. Once inserted, it can be rotated to expose the cervix. During her menstrual period, each girl is vulnerable. Dilation of her pussy is painful. The matron also has at her disposal a long, flexible probe to dilate the bloody cervix and enter the uterus. The pain is excruciating. This is a preferred punishment because it doesn't display bruising on the girl's skin or marks on her body. She is suitable for naked display and examination. Girls have periods. When one does, she is forced to wear an inflatable pussy plug, holding the menstrual fluid inside her vagina. During such events she is still subject to body cavity search. The matron may decide to wait and conduct the girl's body cavity search after her period is ended. This allows an uncomfortable fluid build-up. One day each week each girl in the Internet Cybersex Prison has her head hair clipped, her eyebrows sheared off, and her bush shaved to a stubble. Fingernails and toenails are also trimmed very short. For Archi's two girls an additional feature is added: bright red and black hair dye is applied to their armpits, arms, legs, and stubble. The thin body hair is pronounced, emphasizing their embarrassment, humiliation, and total submissiveness. Archi is muchly into control. On the six days of the week when his girls are not being clipped, snipped, and shaved, he has them prepared in his own unique sadistic way. The two girls are taken to a special preparation station. One at a time each is mounted on a gynecological chair and administered soapy, vinegar water enemas. Each girl received three such two quart enemas and, after each, is required to hold the solution until permission to void is given. After the enemas, each give is catheterized and has her bladder drained. After this preparation, it's time to feed the two. One girl, on alternate days, has her hands tied high above the ceiling via a chain hoist. Her armpits are coated one with honey and the other with peanut butter. A urethral catheter is used to fill her bladder with apple juice or orange juice. Finally, her two bottles of Boast(tm) energy and protein drink is pumped into her rectum. The other girl, hands cuffed behind her back, is invited to eat. First she must lick and suck the honey and peanut butter. Second she must kneel before the suspended girl and drink the juice from her fountain. Finally, she must schmooze up to the anus of her partner and receive her protein, fiber, and vitamins from her rectum. Once one girl is fed thus, the roles are reversed and the other girl is invited to eat. This is a messy arrangement. With hands cuffed behind her back, the kneeling girl must force her face into pussy and ass. Expelling juice and protein drink is difficult and inexact. There is leakage. The two girls are not permitted to clean up until the end of the day before bed. Both pussies are sticky and there are brown streaks over their derriere's and down their inner thighs. It looks as if they soiled themselves. And, more disgusting, over their faces. Archi leads the two on leashes past groups of girls in coffles and queues. The girls are brought to play in "The Dirty Room," where they appear to be covered with excrement. Actually that's not the case. The two girls are introduced to the room naked with their hands cuffed behind their backs. Their discomfort is minimized if the cuffs are not overly tight. The room matron may loosen or tighten the cuffs depending on the desire of the user. The girls must kiss, lick, and suck each other as best they can on command. The last humiliation and mortification is when a girl is forced to wear the bright blue inflatable pussy plug. The inflation bulb and tube are removed so that the girl cannot remove the indwelling device. The bright blue plug bulging out of her vulva bespeaks a reservoir being held for discharge---at the decision of the matron. 24 October 2011 Taunus Trumbo Red & Black & Sleeping Beauty They call me Red Fire. This is partly because of my hair and partly because Red is the only name I admit to. I'm what they call a heroic adventurer, going around righting wrongs, and if I happen to accumulate a little treasure while doing this, good luck to me. You can think of it as my way of stimulating the economy. I find unused and lost treasure and spend it, spreading the wealth. The people I buy things off then spend the money on other things and the economy flourishes, everyone being better off. Then I go looking for another treasure, because I'll be broke. I have a boon companion, name of Blake Ashertongowtre. Yeah, like he's going to answer to that. We call him Black Ash, mainly because he's as black as the ace of spades. In our line of work we're a distinctive pair and quite well known. Being well known is a bit of a draw-back, especially if there's been acts of banditry in the area. People hear of them and look at us suspiciously, which is totally unfair. We don't rob honest citizens. Being well known is also an advantage, as we hear stories and get tips to lost treasure, usually on the understanding that we'll share with the person who gives us the tip. We do, too. It's just good public relations. Stiff one tipster and we may miss out on a dozen good leads. I'd just had a tip from a barman and Black and I were heading out to investigate. The story was that a wicked witch had cursed a princess who lived in a castle in the forest. On her sixteenth birthday she'd fallen into an enchanted sleep from which she'd be wakened by love's true kiss. Her parents, the king and queen, and the entire population of the castle had then fallen into a deep sleep, and slept yet. Brambles and thorns surrounded the castle and none could enter. This had happened about fifty years back. Not believing in magic I had another theory. Someone had slipped poison into the castle water, probably powdered sleep-curse. This would cause everyone to fall asleep. Forget love's true kiss. No-one woke up after taking sleep-curse. The fact that a new king appeared on the scene right smartly after the curse took effect is a pointer as to who might have done it. To keep it simple, Black and I headed into the forest to find this enchanted castle. When you think of it, a king in his castle with all those nobles and their jewellery and the king's treasure chest, a fortune waiting to be had, and who more deserving than Black and I. The barman had told us where the trail used to be that led to the castle. Fallen into serious disrepair as no-one wanted a bar of that castle. We managed to follow it and found the castle. Bramble and thorns surrounded the castle they say. Try fifty years of neglected rose bushes and wild unrestrained growth. Of course there were brambles and thorns. Simple logic dictated that the lightest growth would be along the trail and that's where Black and I chose to hack our way through. All I'll say is that if that was the lightest growth the gods above will need to help anyone who tries a different path. We got to the main gates and they were open, the portcullis still raised. Whatever hit them appeared to have hit them fast. Passing through the gates we heard noise from what was probably be the guard room. It sounded like a muted growl. Not wanting to be taken by surprise by scavengers or predators we eased up to the guard room. We eased the door and looked in and that's when things started to get a little kinky. There were two guards there, lying on the floor, snoring, not growling. Black and I looked at each other and when I nodded Black eased up to one of the guards and nudged him. He snored on. Black gave him a harder nudge by kicking him sharply on the knee. He went right on snoring. We looked at each other and backed out of the room. "Weird," I said. "Magic?" suggested Black. "I don't believe in magic. Let's just call it weird." We moved on into the castle, moving slowly. We found more sleepers. People in the castle seemed to have just slumped over where they were and gone to sleep. No-one seemed prepared for it. Whatever had happened had just swept through the castle and left them lying there. "Whatever it was, it was fifty years ago," I pointed out. "If it was still active it would have hit us as soon as we entered the castle." "So why can't we wake them?" "You can always try kissing one." Eventually we came to the main dining room and it was jackpot time. The king and queen and their court were there, sitting at the dinner tables, asleep. Scattered here and there around the room there were servants curled up on the floor, sleeping happily. "That tiara that the queen is wearing looks as though it would bring a pretty penny," I said. "The rings and necklace aren't to be sneezed at, either." "You're right there," said Black. "They all seem to be wearing their best jewellery, all trying to outdo each other." The dowagers among the diners were going to be the biggest scores, but even the young women were loaded. I will say this for the king, he sure seemed to like a lot of fair young damsels in his court. "Notice someone missing?" Black asked me. Not knowing who should be there how could I possibly know if someone was missing? I gave him a confused look. "No princess, or no-one who stands out as being a princess." He was right. There were some older people and a few young men at the king's table but no obvious princess. "Doesn't matter," I said. "We don't want her anyway." "We don't?" "Definitely not. Imagine if you woke her with a kiss. You'd be her true love and have to marry her. Everyone would wake up. The king would make you his heir apparent. The current king would come after us with an army. His family has had the throne for fifty years and they're not going to give it up just because some old king wakes up. Finding the princess and kissing her is a major no-no." I looked around at the glittering spectacle. "You start on that side," I said. "Dump a table-cloth on the floor and toss all the jewels and things on it. Don't forget the cutlery. It looks as though it might be gold. I'll start from this side." I started removing jewellery and tossing it onto a table-cloth. "Forget the cutlery," I called to Black. "It's only plated and not worth carrying the extra weight." I was moving along quite nicely when there was a sudden scream. That sort of brought me up short. Was someone having a nightmare? Looking over at Black I could see he was, ah, wrestling with someone. I wandered over to see what the problem was. Black's trousers were down and his cock was firmly inserted into a struggling young lady, a maid from the way she was dressed. "What's going on," I asked. "Apart from the obvious." "This monster grabbed me and started raping me," wailed the maid. "Get him off me." "She was in my road and so I went to move her aside," said Black. "She felt soft and warm so I stroked her a little. Her responses were normal and she was ready for me so I slipped it home. As soon as I did that she started struggling and screaming." "Interesting. So it's not a kiss that's required to wake them. I suppose we could go around and wake up a few people and let them get on with a general orgy to wake everyone else. Why don't you pull out of the poor girl while we ask her what happened? You can always continue later. Or with another woman," I added quickly when the maid glared at me. Black gave a grunt and withdrew. The maid gave him a nasty look, closed her eyes and went to sleep. "Hum. That makes it harder. It seems you can't be her one true love after all. Why not plug back in and see if she wakes again." Black gave a grin, lined up and nailed the maid as neat as you please. Her eyes popped open again and she screamed again. "Hey, quieten down a bit, while I explain," I said quickly. She shut up but it was obvious that she wasn't happy. "What's the last thing you remember?" I asked her. "You mean before this animal attacked me?" "Yes. From the dinner. You were obviously serving or something and then nighty-night. SO WHAT HAPPENED?" She flinched at my raised voice but answered. "It was the witch," she said. "The witch?" "She had a curse on the princess. On her sixteenth birthday she was going to fall asleep for some reason and sleep for a hundred years. She was confined to her bedroom for the day to keep her safe. Then in the middle of the dinner the witch appeared in the middle of the room, laughing. That was all until I woke up with this animal poking me." So maybe there was such a thing as magic but it didn't seem to be impacting Black and me. Probably whatever the effect was it only hit those who were there when the spell was activated. "Well, young lady, when Black poked you he also woke you up. When he pulled out you fell asleep again. It seems to me that if he completed his poke and brought you to a climax that might complete the job of waking you up. Why don't you go ahead and try, Black." "Wait, wait, wait," the maid howled. "He can't do that to me. He's black." "Well, yes, I already said that." "I mean, his colour is black." "Your colour is white and he's not being rude about it. Just think of him as heavily tanned. Besides, he's got a nice big dong and that's what you should be concerned with." Black started pumping into her while she squealed and wriggled. "Remember, woman, if you don't climax it may not break the spell. Better move with him and see if you can get there." I received another nasty look but the maid settled down to being fucked. She seemed to know what to do and I watched in appreciation as she fucked Black just as hard as he was taking her. I could see the tension building in her and Black was certainly doing his bit to encourage it. He reached his end run and was really pounding her. Her legs were wrapped around him and she clung like a limpet, taking everything he could dish out. She reached the climax point before he did, giving a shriek and letting him loose, and then he really cut loose, hosing her down. She gave a heartfelt groan and slumped back against the table. Black gave her one last poke, a wink and withdrew. The blasted girl promptly fell asleep. "Well, that didn't work," I observed. "Why don't we gather up the rest of the jewels while I consider this?" We wandered around the tables, gather rings and brooches, necklaces and tiaras, tie pins and jewelled daggers. Come to think of it, they were in the presence of the king, so they shouldn't have had those daggers. By the time we'd finished we had a nice swag of sellable loot. "I think we have enough here to keep us going for a while," I said. "No need for us to be greedy. If we find ourselves running short sometime in the future we can always come back and start going through the bedrooms to find the rest of the jewellery, and I'm sure the king will have a treasure room we can raid. First things first, we'll go and spend this lot." "What if the princess's true love appears and wakes her up?" "Then I'm sure we'll hear about it and will keep well away from this place. We'd probably be wise to leave the country because if the princess wakes up I can see civil war and I want no part of that." "So we pack up and go now?" "Not quite yet. We'll certainly be out of here before nightfall as I have no intention of going to sleep in this place. However, it seems to me that one failed test doesn't really prove anything. We should make a few more tests." "What do you mean?" "I think it only right and proper that we should try to wake a couple of these ladies. You see that blonde goddess over there? I'm going to remove all her clothes and see if she responds when touched up. If she does I'll plug in and see if she wakes. If she wakes up I'll explain the situation to her and ride her to a climax and see if that keeps her awake. If you want to pick out someone we can explain to them both at once." "You're right," agreed Black. "I couldn't live with myself if I didn't at least try to help these poor people. I'll take that brunette." Both the young ladies nominated appeared to be in their early twenties. They were probably married and knowledgeable in the ways of men. Their experience would serve them in good stead. There was actually a rug on the floor in front of the king's table. It seemed a nice place to lay a young lady down. I proceeded to do so. I was damned if I could figure out how that blasted dress was fitted onto the woman. It's a good thing that a sharp knife works as a dress removing tool. It wasn't long and my blonde beauty was lying naked in front of me. A natural blonde, too, I observed. Even allowing for Black's earlier demonstration I was slightly surprised to find my lovely new playmate quite responsive to my touch. Becky (I had to call her something) was soft and warm, pressing her breasts lightly against my hand as I stroked them. She arched her back slightly, wanting a firmer contact, but still slept happily. I continued my explorations of her body and she reacted very sweetly, turning towards my touch, unconsciously reaching for me. I'd dropped my trousers and I was ready for her. I eased her over onto her stomach, resting her head on her folded arms and lifting her up onto her knees so she was posed ready for my attentions. Looking over at where Black was playing with his brunette I made a suggestion. "Why not pose your new friend the same way, facing Becky" I suggested, indicating Becky. "When they wake up they will be able to see that their friend has also awoken." (And is getting screwed rotten.) He laughed and in very short order we were kneeling behind the girls, ready for the experiment. As one we eased home, just a little, determining how much was needed to waken them. Not very, it turned out. My cock had barely passed Becky's lips when her eyes opened and she pressed back towards me with a sigh. Then she saw her friend and Black posed in front of her. The ladies seemed to freeze and then twin screams rang out. "Ah, ladies, ladies, if I can have your attention. Excuse me, but will you be quiet. I need to talk to you. WILL YOU SHUT FUCKING UP!" The last request brought a moments silence and I hastened to fill it. "Princess, curse, witch, sleep. Can I have a moment to explain?" "Explain? Explain what?" the brunette asked. "Can you explain without using your cock?" "No, I can't. Look around you. See the king and queen snoring their little heads off? See all the courtiers taking a nap? See the staff all lying down on the job?" The two girls were looking around, noting the general sleepiness of everyone. "The witch's curse put the whole castle to sleep and you've been like this for fifty years. Black and I found you and we are risking our own lives by being here and trying to wake you up. The only thing that has woken anyone was with us sticking our cocks in you. It seems to bypass the curse and let you wake up. However, I suspect that to make the cure stick we'll have to bring you both to a climax. Now do you want us to withdraw and let you sleep for another fifty years or are you prepared to get fucked awake?" "Why us?" demanded Becky. "Kissing the princess is supposed to break the curse." "Yeah, we heard that. True love's first kiss and all that. Ah, which of us would you say would be the princess's true love?" Both the girls looked at me and Black and the brunette gave a delicate shudder. "Point taken, but why pick on us. Why not one of the older women?" "Gods above, woman. If it's a choice between screwing a lovely blonde goddess or a bitter old woman, who the hell do you think will be chosen? Now do you both understand the situation?" "Well, yes, but," said Becky, but that was as far as she got. "OK, then," I said cheerfully. "Let's get to it." With that I was driving firmly forward, cock sliding along a nice warm passage, feeling it yielding and wrapping itself around me. "Wait, wait, wait," wailed Becky. "Stop being so selfish. It's no use waiting. We need to break the spell. Don't you want to be woken up and enjoy a normal life? Let's see a bit of cooperation here." I gave her a friendly slap on the rump and started taking her properly. Still complaining Becky started showing some cooperation. She lifted her bottom and pushed as I slid deep into her, my cock sliding happily along her warm, moist tunnel, the friction raising delightful sensations in my flesh and, hopefully, within hers. When I took hold of her breasts she grumbled a little but didn't do anything to stop me playing with them, her bottom continuing to bob up and down as I took my pleasure. I saw no need to hurry things along. By my estimation this was the first time she'd has sex in fifty years. She deserved that it be special so I did my best to draw it out. I established a nice little rhythm, keeping things going so Becky hovered just below that point where a climax would hit her. It's the best time for women, hovering on that point and enjoying their bodies, knowing ecstasy is coming. I thrust away merrily, squeezing her breasts in time to the strokes, feeling her happy bouncing as she met my plunging cock. I was really a bit surprised and a little narked when she turned and spoke. "Will you, for the sake of the fucking gods above, stop stuffing around and do the job?" Well. If that's what she wanted. I started taking her harder, my thrusts coming faster, pushing her ever closer to what she wanted. Then I slowed down a little, bringing her off the boil again. "You don't really want to finish yet, do you?" I asked. "We're having such fun." She didn't actually seem able to answer that but I got the impression that yes, she would like me to finish things off. Ever ready to please I did my best. I started hammering her, moving fast and furious, and it wasn't long before I could hear her gasping and moaning, her moans rapidly increasing in pitch. Then I had my climax and Becky was yelling and having her own. "Feeling wide awake now," I asked her. It turned out to be a silly question. Looking over at Black we both pulled loose at the same time to see what happened. Two well fucked young ladies gave a sigh and fell asleep. "Well," I said as I tidied up my trousers, "it was an interesting experiment but it seems to have failed. Do you think we should try again in a little while?" "I don't see why not," said Black, while stifling a yawn. "It's not as though the ladies will be going anywhere." He was yawning again, I noticed, and his eyes were drooping. "What the fuck?" I thought. A wave of tiredness swept over me and I was yawning. I wanted to lie down and go to sleep. What the fuck, doubled? "IT'S BUG OUT TIME!" I roared, turning and bolting for the exit, not forgetting to grab my tablecloth full of goodies as I ran. I heard a startled exclamation from Black but, true to our training, he was pounding along behind me. We didn't stop, bursting out of the castle and crossing the courtyard at full pace, although I seemed to be running through air as thick as treacle. We swept through the gates and plunged into the path we'd cut in the brambles, a path that seemed to be closing rather rapidly. Then we were past the brambles and standing next to our horses, breathing hard but no longer wanting to sleep. "What the hell just happened?" asked Black. "Damned if I know. Did you grab your stuff?" "Naturally. I was feeling tired, all of a sudden, not stupid." We stashed our treasure on the horses and mounted up. "You know," I observed as we started riding away, "there's still a lot of treasure in that castle." "True, and it can stay there as far as I'm concerned," said Black. I nodded in agreement. It's not that I believe in magic, but something strange was going on and why take chances? Red & Black at a Farm It was the reaping season and all the men and everyone else they could grab were out in the fields bringing in the crop. My mother and I were at home in the farm house, preparing meals so that we could feed the hungry horde when they descended. Normally it would be my mother doing it, with a maid to help her, while I sweated it out in the fields, but this year I was officially in mourning and my father thought it would be best if I stayed home. My fiancé had died the previous week. We were due to be married as soon as the harvest was in, then there was this tragic accident. Bob, my fiancé, owned a bull. It was a very large, incredibly vicious bull with a really savage temper. This bull was the sort of animal that other bulls ran away from. Bob was very proud of his bull. He said that it was really gentle as a lamb. You just needed to know how to handle him. It seemed to work for Bob. He'd walk up to the bull, put a hand on its nose, and lead it around. The trouble was that Bob was like the bull in one way. He also had a savage temper. He was proudly walking the bull out to the fields one day when the bull stepped on his foot. Bob swore and slapped him. Witnesses say the bull stopped, looked at Bob, swore, and slapped him back. With his hind leg. Then with his front legs. His horns. They say at the end the silly animal was jumping up and down on Bob using all four feet. To cut a long story short, there wasn't much left of Bob when they scraped him off the ground. It wasn't so much a closed casket funeral as a closed bucket. They came to break the news to me and then my mother made me go to bed. It seems I was hysterical when they told me about the tragic accident. They assumed hysteria because I was laughing so hard. Bob finally tangled with something more vicious than him. Mourn Bob? Don't make me laugh. He was a cantankerous old buffoon with a vicious temper and a lot of money. He didn't woo me, because he knew it wouldn't get him anywhere. He got his clutches into my father's finances and offered to forgive all debts if I agreed to marry him. Some choice I was given, being only a female and all. Normally I'd have been married straight away once the dowry was settled. Unfortunately my grandfather died, which was a great blessing to all who knew him, and I was able to enter a year of mourning. I was also able to insist on no sex before we were married, because he might change his mind afterwards. As it was, after the year of mourning was up I was able to defer things a bit longer because of the upcoming harvest. It was agreed that the wedding would take place as soon as the harvest was in. "The girl has turned eighteen now," pointed out Bob. "Getting a bit old, you know. Want her young enough for children." So harvest was on us and I was sweating blood about the thought of marrying the old bastard and then the bull did him in. I love that bull. Still, officially I was in mourning which meant I was doing light work at home and not slaving out in the fields. Another thing I owe to that bull. It was the middle of the day when a couple of riders arrived at the farm house. They dismounted and called out to let us know they were there. My mother and I came to the door to see what they wanted. Wow. You should have seen these two guys. They were huge, with big muscles and big weapons and big smiles. One of them was white with the reddest red hair I've ever seen, while the other guy was really strange. He was black, would you believe? I've heard of black people but I'd never actually seen one. "Ah, if you're looking for work," said my mother, "you'll need to see my husband. He's out in the fields bringing in the crop. Just continue down the lane for another mile and you'll see where they're working." The guy with the red hair seemed to shudder at the idea. "Ah, farm work is not really our style, ma'am," he said. "We just stopped on the off-chance that we could get something to eat that we don't have to cook. We don't mind paying." He was flicking a coin as he spoke and I could see the glint of gold. As far as we were concerned a gold coin would buy them meals for a month or more. My mother dithered for a moment but she was watching that coin like a hawk. She finally nodded. "Yes, well I suppose there's no reason why we shouldn't give you a meal. I do have a pot of stew on right now. Ah, I'm Muriel Everglade and this is my daughter, Eva. What sort of work do you do?" Banditry, was my immediate thought. "That's very kind of you ma'am," said Red. "Catch." He flicked the coin and mother caught it. "Oh, really, there's no need to pay us," she said, but I noticed she wasn't handing it back. "I insist, ma'am. By the way, the name's Red." That figured. I looked at the black man, an eyebrow raised. I'm good at that. I lift one brow and it asks all sorts of questions. "Guess," said the black man, grinning. "He's Red and I'm. . .?" He left the question hanging. "Black?" I asked. He had to be kidding me. "Blake Ashertongowtre, actually, but I'm more generally known as Black Ash, or just plain Black. You can see why he's called Red. I don't know his real given name and his family name is unpronounceable so we just call him Red Fire." "As for work," said Red, "We're what you would call gentlemen adventurers. We go around looking for excitement and profit, lending a hand to people in trouble." "Alternatively," said Black, "some people call us barbarians and a scourge let loose on a civilized world, but we ignore them." "Why are you in this area?" I asked. "There's not much in the way of excitement or profit around here." "We're just passing through. A bandit gang robbed a temple and got away with a lot of gold and jewels. The priests have asked us to recover it." "Oh. Rather dangerous I'd have thought." "They should have thought of that before they robbed the temple," said Black, smiling comfortably. "Um, I meant for you, actually," I said, feeling embarrassed when they gave me a pitying look. Were they arrogant or confident? Looking at them I had to say confident. Mother invited them in and showed them into the small room we use for feeding occasional visitors. These weren't the first couple to drop by to scrounge a meal, although normally it would be neighbours passing and feeling hungry. Red followed my mother into the kitchen and I could hear them talking, while Black talked to me, telling me about some of their adventures. If one were to believe in dragons, then I had the honour of meeting a pair of dragon slayers. "And if I don't believe in dragons?" "Then you are a poor under-educated hick with no romance in your soul," Black informed me. About them Red came back in and sat down at the table. "Fought many dragons lately?" I asked him. "No such things," he promptly said. I looked at Black, who was covering his face with his hands, shoulders shaking with laughter. OK. I retired to the kitchen, returning shortly with a couple of big bowls of stew and a couple of loaves of bread. I thought men their size would need a full loaf each. It turned out they could also go through several bowls of stew each. I revised downwards the amount of meals that gold coin would cover. They ate like a couple of horses. Eventually they finished and I cleared away the dishes while they sat back and relaxed. When I came back in Red rose to his feet and stretched. "We'll be on our way shortly," he said. "Black, why don't you go back and personally thank Mrs Everglade for the delightful meal?" Black rose with a grin and departed in the direction of the kitchen. "There was no need for that," I said. "I'd have passed your thanks on." Red grinned, grabbed my arm and pushed me so I was bent over the table. That done he was hauling up my skirts, pushing them right up until my bottom was on display. At that point his hand landed on my bottom and started caressing it. "What the fuck are you doing," I demanded, my voice shrill with surprise. "I'm going to thank you personally for the lovely meal," he said, his hand drifting down and sliding between my legs. "What do you mean? You can't touch me there. No-one touches me there. Get away from me. Just what do you think you're doing?" He didn't move. He just started rubbing me down there and it felt most odd. "You've been engaged. You know what I'm doing. I think it's only fair to thank a woman properly after they do something for you. Sorry to hear about your fiance's death by the way." "That makes one of us," I pointed out, "and he never touched me down there. Stop it." "What, never? What was he, a eunuch?" "He was a geriatric old fart with enough money to make pa sell me to him, but I wasn't going to have him touch me before the wedding and now he's dead. Will you stop that?" I was getting the strangest feelings from down there. I was all hot and squirmy and I wasn't sure why. "You are a farm girl, right?" "So what?" "You've seen the male animals with the females, surely?" "Well, of course I have. What's that got to do with. . .?" I shut up, remembering the way the stallion had looked when he mounted the mare. Surely he wasn't intending to do something similar with me? I twisted my head around to look at him and oh lord. He was intending to do precisely that. "You can't do that to me," I gasped out, and then another thought hit me. Black had gone out to 'thank' my mother. That's when I heard an outraged cry in a female voice floating out of the kitchen. Other odd sounds were being carried through the air. "What is Black doing out there?" I demanded. "This," came the answer, and I felt something pressing against me. I was appalled. That monster was, ah, servicing my mother the way a stallion services a horse. How could he do such a thing? I demanded an answer. "How can that man do that to my mother?" I demanded. "Probably a damn sight easier than it's going to be for me to do it to you," Red grumbled. "She's not a timid virgin. Stop wriggling your bottom and hold still." "I am not wriggling my bottom," I said irritably. "It's just that that thing of yours pressing against me makes me uncomfortable." "It's called a cock. If you'd just stay still I can steer it home a lot more easily. Now don't move." I wanted to argue the point but did as I was told, waiting to see what he'd do. His fingers were probing at me, apparently moving my lips apart and then that cock pushed between my lips. That's when it all became real to me. There was a sudden stab of pain and what had been an unusual but pleasant sensation promptly became an unpleasant sensation and that thing of his was forcing its way in where it would not fit. "Fucking hell!" I yelled. "That hurt. Stop it. Take it out you rotten barbarian." "Oh, shut up," growled Red. "We've barely started so there's no need to whine yet. Give me a chance to get going. You'll find it will get better." Better for who, I wondered, but I did shut up. I wouldn't say another word. He wanted me to shut up so silence would be the order of the day. He promptly gave another push and I could feel him moving even deeper into me. "What the fuck are you doing? How big is that thing? Surely it's in far enough? Why are you doing this?" "Just wait. I'm getting there. Gods above, what's with the questions?" His cock was still moving deeper. I didn't want to admit it but that flash of pain has gone and those odd feelings were coming back, but much more so than before. I was starting to feel downright peculiar down there and when had the day got so hot? It seemed awfully warm all of a sudden. Another push and I could feel his hairy groin pressing against me. It seemed that he was finally in. I waited for him to take it out again. All that fuss to just stick a cock in me. Why bother? Sure enough he started to pull it out and I got a horrible shock when he stopped and came straight back in. Um, a shock, anyway. It didn't feel that bad. Actually, if forced, I'd probably have to say it felt good. He kept on doing that, out and back in. "WHAT the FUCK are you DOING?" I asked, gasping the words out between his thrusts. "Thanking you," he said. "You'll find it easier to accept my thanks if you moved with me." Moved with him? I assumed that he meant me to move in time to his assault upon my person. I found myself pushing back towards him as he pushed and oddly enough it did seem to become easier. Those funny sensations were increasing and I liked them, even though they seemed to be making me dreadfully hot. Oh gods above, I was starting to burn up inside, a pool of heat building up down below my tummy, and every time he pushed in it grew hotter. I was seriously gasping for air now and whatever he was doing to me he was doing it harder and faster, his groin slamming up against me and bouncing back only to return with great speed, with that great long cock of his leading the way, driving deep into me and poking that fire. An idle thought did cross my mind, but only for a moment. Was Black really doing this to my mother? He was, I just knew it. Then I forgot about it. A cock certainly has a way of focusing your attention. I don't know how long he was thanking me but he was suddenly holding my hips tight and really thanking me, his action becoming a lot harder and a lot faster. I was feeling stunned by this new assault and then he squirted fuel on the fire he'd ignited. I felt it, hot and liquid inside me, and the fire exploded, carrying me away. I didn't get burned up by that fire which surprised me slightly. I felt Red withdrawing and I managed to stand up and turn to look at him. "That's OK, love," he said before I could even open my mouth. "No need to say anything. I was happy to thank you for your hospitality. Ah, here's Black. We'll be on our way now." Black was there with a big smile on his face. He winked at me and the pair of them bustled out the door, grabbed their horses and they were off. My mother came hurrying in to look for me. "Ah, that man, did he. . .?" she asked looking a little distraught. "Thank me? Gods above, did he ever. Um, Black, did he thank you?" "If you can call it thanking me, I guess he did. Um, I'd been meaning to have a talk with you before you got married. I guess it's a bit late now." I briefly imagined a stallion at a mare and the subsequent foal. Then I thought of Red with me. Yes, I'd say a talk was a bit late. Foal? "Ah, does this mean I'm going to have a baby?" I asked, horrified. "Time will tell," was the answer. "Time will tell."