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Arii's Travels

By: Kitti Klaw



Her heart pounded as she raced through the forest. The young elf didn't dare to look behind her; not for fear of crashing into a tree, but because she did not want visual proof that they were gaining on her. Their shouts were enough!

"Come back here, elven witch!"

The elf girl only grimaced and ran faster, their yells fading in the distance. Then she heard the barking. She tripped on a protruding branch, measuring her length in the dirt. "Dammit..." She scrambled to her feet and started scaling the nearest oak tree. The dogs caught up, however, when she was about five feet up. Jumping, they bit at her. One closed its teeth around her boot heel and pulled. The dog's weight was too much for her small body, and she tumbled back down, just in time to see the four or five young human men catching up to their dogs. The tallest of the group, a black-haired, black-eyed lad dressed in dark colors of the forest, yanked her to her feet.

"Where's that loaf, witch?" he demanded.

"I ate it, dumbass!" she shot back. He slapped her across the face, hard, as the other boys snickered. One grinned maliciously and said, "She can pay us back..."

The tall lad, nor the others, missed his meaning. Indeed, the small elf was quite shapely, with pert breasts considered medium by humans, large by elves, and that elven slimness of waist made her average waist seem quite voluptuous to the boys. Her bright bluish green eyes sparkled, and her honey hair shone in the patchy forest light. Her long, pointed ears twitched at this suggestion. Their eyes raked across her body, glinting dangerously. "That bread was to last us all the day, and you had the audacity to steal it. Now you *are* going to have to pay."

Her eyes flickered with something~fear, perhaps?~but was quickly erased by her eyes, which turn to glimmering bluey-green ice. "How? You gonna have me make more?"

"No. We're... how nicely can we put it... adopting you."

Her eyebrows shot up, and as she opened her mouth to make a retort, he slapped her again. He motioned to the others, and they stepped forward. Tying her tightly, they gagged her. The thickest of the lot, a blond haired, blue eyed oaf, slung her over his shoulder, but they all had to take turns carrying her~their backs got sore from her tied-together hands beating at them. Finally, they came into a small clearing, with a small pond and a cottage. They took her into the cottage and ungagged her, throwing her to the floor. Closing and locking the door behind them caused the elf girl to think for a moment. She realized she might as well get some sleep now.

Several hours later, the cot came to life once more with sound. Soon, one of the boys entered the room, carrying a wooden bowl in one hand and a spoon in the other. She recognized him as the one who had grinned maliciously at her. She rolled her eyes as he knelt next to her. His eyes narrowed, and instead on untying her so she could eat, dipped the spoon into the bowl and proceeded to force-feed her. After the first bite of the thick stew, the girl decided that she might as well cooperate; because her elven heritage kept her safe from herbal poisons, the stew was good, and she didn't want to give these boys any more satisfaction than she had to...

Later that night, all of the boys came into the small room in the cottage they had put her in. The dark lad untied her while the others bolted the door. She moved, not to escape, but to rub feeling back into her wrists and ankles. "You people ever heard of proper blood circulation?" she grumbled. None of them spoke as the dark boy reached out and grasped her left forearm , pulling her slight body to him. Startled, she didn't move. Dair, for that was his name, as she would later learn, pressed her back to his chest, which resulted in her sitting on his lap pressed against his young virile body. "Be a good little elfie, now, and we won't have to hurt you." Her throat tightened as she nodded. "Yes, Master." Her voice was barely above a whisper, loud enough only for Dair to hear her. He nodded in satisfaction.

He pulled off her elven boots of silence, which were followed by her leather jerkin. He unstrung her belt, loosening her tunic. He lifted both off of her, revealing fully those pert breasts. He squeezed one lightly, and she jumped as her body trilled. He laughed softly, and the others backed quietly out of the room. "So I'm your master now, am I?" She nodded. He ran his fingers around her nipples, which slowly hardened into small pink rocks. He let go of her and she scrambled off his lap. "Where ya going?" he asked, catching her by the ankle. She fell into his arms and he laid her on the ground. Pulling off her soft deerskin breeches, he admired her long, (in comparison to her body) muscled legs. He ran his hands up those legs, caressing her soft, milky white flesh. His hands touched her now-exposed cunt, and a shiver ran through her slight frame. He smiled softly and slowly slipped one finger into her. He wiggled it about a little, and said, "Are you a virgin?"

"Yes, Master..." was the hesitant reply. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle," he said. He pulled his finger out and licked it off, savoring her juices. "You taste very good, my little elfin friend." She moaned quietly as he reached up and began to lick her clit. Soon, he had her trembling at his touch. He flicked his tongue at her labia, teasing her. She quivered as he backed up and pulled down his own breeches, revealing a seven- or eight-inch member. Her eyes widened as he lowered it to her dripping cunt. He placed his head at the opening and slowly eased his way in. A low moan escaped her lips. He pulled back out, and pushed back in several times, picking up speed each time. Her hymen had long been destroyed by long rides on horseback, so this was easier than it should have been. As he pumped her, she vocalized her pleasure until she had her first orgasm. Soon, his inexperienced cock shot its load into her, falling limp and slipping out again.

"Master.." She murmured. "Yes, elfie?" he said back. "My name is Arilyn..."

To Be Continued...

(seeing as how the others need haven't had their turn yet...)

Arii's Travels Ch. 02



(Acknowledgements are gratefully offered to KittyKlaw for her original story. After a four-year absence, I hope she will not mind if I take up the tale. – M.)

She was interrupted by a pounding on the door. “All right, Dair, you’ve had your turn. Just because you pulled the long straw doesn’t mean you get to play with her all night.” Dair scowled and rolled off her, shot the door a look of irritation, but headed for it anyway. Arii scowled as well behind his back. With a little more humility, she might have managed to bring Dair round to her side – and she could have used that right now. Well, she was going to have to start all over again. She might as well get into the bed, for a start; rough as it was, it was an improvement on the floor.

Arii looked up as the door opened. It was the thick blond. The candle he was holding illuminated his coarse-featured face and emphasised the craggy brows over his icy blue eyes. He didn’t so much leer at her as bore into her with a cool, appraising stare that told her he enjoyed what he was seeing and wasn’t in the least embarrassed about it, and she felt a little uncertain about returning his stare. But she gave it her best shot as he set the candle down on the rough wooden table and twitched the single blanket off her naked body.

“Is that it, then?” she demanded. “Straight in and get on with it, and not even a good evening?”

“I’ve nothing to say to you,” he said matter-of-factly, unlacing his dirty off-white tunic with a couple of tugs.

“Nothing for my ears, but you’re not too proud to use my cunt,” she snapped. The movement of his shoulders cued her that she had remembered the human word right, and she rolled with the slap as it came round. She couldn’t quite duck it, but she took the sting out of it and let it knock her off the bed onto the floor.

“Dead right. And if you want to make it harder, just keep flapping your mouth. It’s all the same to me,” he said. “Back up on the bed if you want, or stay on the floor. That’s all the same to me too.”

She climbed back up onto the bed. The floor was rough and she didn’t doubt he would cheerfully use her on it. That might not hurt his work-hardened knees and elbows, but it would be murder on her back. Letting her knees sprawl akimbo, she gave him a good view of her already-used vagina, which stopped him momentarily in his tracks, even if only to take in the sight. She was small, almost girlish, but there was no mistaking her for anything but a mature female, and as similar to a woman of his own kind as made no practical difference for the time being.

“All I wanted to say was this,” Arii said. “I don’t want to be your pet. I know what you’re going to do to me, but there ought to be an end to it. I’m worth more than a loaf of bread.”

His britches had joined his tunic on the floor – evidently he wasn’t in so much of a hurry that he couldn’t wait to get properly naked before the fun started – and he was already well and truly erect, but he stopped as he was about to climb aboard and gave her a peculiarly intense stare. “Is that right? And what do you think a loaf of bread costs?”

“A farthing?” Arii replied, shrugging. “I’m not used to your money.”

“I could have guessed that without being told,” he said. He sat on the bed, close enough to reach out and touch her. “No, you can keep your legs spread while I’m talking to you. I like the view. Anyway, you’re half right.”

“Half right?”

“Yes.” There wasn’t a hope she was going to talk him down, Arii decided. He smelled of sweat and arousal, animal-like and almost chokingly strong, yet not altogether offensive; he was sweaty not because he was habitually dirty but because he had been working hard. As for his erection, that was large and purple and a man as young and virile as him was going to be staying hard about as long as he wanted to, at least as long as he was in the presence of an attractive female with her cunt on display. “You’ve got the price near enough right if you pay money for it, but that’s only half the answer.

“See, if you haven’t got the money, the price gets a lot higher. For Benji – that’s my youngest brother – it might mean just being tied to the gatepost and having the rope’s end to his back and his legs until he couldn’t stand up. A little older, and you have to pray the judge didn’t get out of bed on the wrong side, or it’ll not be your back feeling the rope, it’ll be your throat. And that’ll be the last thing you ever feel, however long it takes.”

“That’s dreadful!” Arii gasped.

“Yes. You’d think flesh and blood would be dear, and bread would be cheap, but that’s not the way of it. Not in this world and this age, my dear. No, don’t move.”

His fingers traced up her thigh and slipped inside her without a pause. Of course she was wet already. Her cunt twitched a little despite herself. Rough though his fingers were, his touch wasn’t at all brutal, at least not at the moment.

“But, Master-”

“Just Seth. I’m not Master to anyone,” he said.

“-Seth, just because your people are cruel to each other doesn’t mean you have to be cruel to me, does it?”

“Cruel? I’m letting you live!” Seth snorted scornfully.

“As a pet. As a slave, more like,” Arii blurted out. Seth’s fingers had driven deep inside her and made her gasp. Despite herself, she liked what they were doing; Seth wasn’t as rustic and untutored as she would have guessed. She had to concentrate hard to remember what she was saying. “Listen, you must know you can’t cage a wild thing. A wildcat will take food from you, but it’ll scratch and bite if you try to pet it. Put a wild rabbit in a hutch, it pines away. And if you keep me shut in, I’ll die too. Here, inside, I’ll die.” She patted her heart for emphasis. “A life for a loaf of bread, the way your people do it? Why not hang me now and be done with it?”

Seth grimaced. “That would be a waste. Well, and what would you have me do?”

His fingers slipped out as far as her entrance, and slid up her wet, smooth flesh over her clitoris, making her whimper with pleasure. Biting her lip, Arii answered, “If I was in my own home now, with a full kettle over the fire, the fair way for me to repay you for your loaf would be this. Each of you brings a bowl and a spoon, and I fill you up with all the stew you can eat. You don’t take any away outside your skin, but you don’t leave the table while you can eat another bite. Then you get back like for like, and some over for the nuisance and the insult – and then it’s over and done.”

Suddenly she moaned wordlessly and ground against his hand, seizing him by the wrist and pushing his fingers back inside her. He watched in amusement, then pulled his hand away, not without a little difficulty despite his large advantage in size and strength.

“I believe I follow you,” he said, grinning, “but you’d think it only fair, surely, for a man to present himself with an empty belly and a generous appetite when the time came to settle accounts? And we’ve all of us had a tiring day.”

“Seth, don’t tease,” Arii begged. “We both know what I’m saying. Tell me what you’re going to do, but fuck me now.”

She’d remembered that word too. Chuckling with amusement, Seth lowered her to her back. “I will,” he said. His large cock slid easily into her excited vagina and Arii could not, for the world, have kept from pushing up to meet him. Her arms went around the back of his neck. “Here’s how we’ll manage it. Tonight we’ll all try you out. Tomorrow you get the day and night off. But the day after is the Baron’s birthday. No work for us past midday, and a free feed by the charity of the man himself. When we get back from that, you’re to please us. All of us, one at a time or together, for as long as a man has the wood for it. Then when the Sun rises the next day, you’re free to go, with all the goods and gear you crossed the doorstep with, and never a grudge borne; and this I swear on my grandfather’s grave.”

He didn’t even wait for her agreement. Arii thought he probably didn’t care one way or the other about that, either. Instead he bent to his task, slamming his fat cock deep into her more-than-ready cunt. She felt the excitement rising again from his ruthless use of her and the uncompromising control he was exerting. Instinct took over, the ancient female instinct that drove her to take him deep inside her, to grind her clitoris against the base of his hot, hard penis, to tear at the skin of his broad back and shoulders with her sharp nails, and finally to scream aloud in a full-blooded, completely uninhibited orgasm that went on and on until Seth gave an answering snarl as he unloaded a huge flood of hot, sticky sperm into her cunt.

Almost immediately there was a banging on the door. “Come on, Seth, it’s my turn now!” yelled a youthful voice. She thought it was the malicious-looking one.

“Shut the fuck up, Ned!” Seth yelled back. “I’ve just barely got there. If you can’t wait a minute more, go jerk off!”

Arii couldn’t suppress a moan as Seth slid out of her. Half an hour ago she had been a virgin and already she wanted more. Ten minutes ago she had been all set to try to make a puppet out of Seth and she knew she would never manage that – he was ten times as deep as his looks made him – but she wanted his cock in her again as soon as she could manage, and not only so that he would let her go. But it was no use for now.

“Please, Seth…”

“What?”

“Tell them… Ask them not to be too rough with me.”

“I will,” said Seth. “And I’ll tell you why, slut.”

“Arilyn.”

“Slut. Because, if we did that stew-kettle deal you were talking about, and you served us up lukewarm, tasteless gruel… we would not be pleased. We wouldn’t think we’d been paid. So you’re going to do your best to please us – but I’ll tell the boys to let you have your chance.”

It was the malicious-looking one, she saw. Ned. Not as tall as Dair and nowhere near as strongly built as Seth, but he was scarier than either of them. His eyes took in her nakedness as eagerly as Seth’s had, but almost ~sneakily~, as though he was the kind who would creep up on a girl bathing innocently in the stream and snatch a covert glance at her, or worse if he thought he could get away with it – and not because he had some kind of legitimate grievance against her. “So. Dair and Seth had first and second go at your twat,” he grinned. “Too bad. I don’t want thirds at it.”

“What’s a twat?” Arii asked. There was only so much human slang she’d managed to pick up. Ned sneered at her ignorance.

“That thing you’ve got that we haven’t. That thing that’s all sticky with my big brothers’ come. Looks pretty, but I’ll use it when it’s fresh, not now.”

“Big man,” she retorted, with an odd sense of superiority at having had real, actual sex for the first time in her life and a kind of intuition that Ned never had. “If you’ve ever been in a cunt in your life, the owner had four legs.” But she said it quietly, in Elvish, and it sounded almost musical despite her meaning.

“Lovely mouth,” said Ned, sneering again. “Well, you’re going to put it to good use. Stand up.”

He sat down on the bed, undoing his breeches as he did so. He was just as hard as his two brothers, if not quite as big as either of them, short of Dair’s impressive length and Seth’s almost frightening thickness. Still he looked quite big enough for Arii to worry about, and she was glad that her cunt was already stretched open and wet.

“Come here,” he said, motioning her to stand in front of him. Her cunt was some way below his eye level and her breasts rather above them. Ned squeezed one of the latter, uncomfortably hard, and sucked on her swollen pink nipples. It wasn’t very pleasant. Dair and Seth had both been firm and uncompromising, but Ned was just plain rough.

“Ow!” she winced. “Didn’t Seth say…?”

“Huh. Going to peach on me to Seth, are you? All right, it’s time we stopped that mouth of yours. Kneel, here,” snapped Ned, an ugly flush colouring his features.

Arii complied uncertainly. “What do you want me to do?”

“Open your mouth, and don’t talk,” said Ned. His right hand gripped his cock and pumped it up and down a few times. Arii winced again, expecting him to come over her face. She wasn’t sure how much force there was behind it or how much to expect. Dair and Seth were the only men to have ejaculated in her presence and she couldn’t tell from the feeling in her cunt whether there had been much liquid or little, nor how hard it had shot out. But Ned stopped, his hand sliding the skin of his cock all the way back and exposing the shiny, purple head of it.

“Okay, witch. You know what to do.”

“But…?” She looked at him questioningly, genuinely puzzled. Ned snarled bestially and grabbed her by the hair.

“Suck it! Come on, slut, get on with it!”

She was horrified. Why should he want to put his cock in her mouth? That was what her cunt was for, surely. She didn’t connect Ned’s demand with Dair’s gentle and rather expert use of his tongue. At the time she had been a good deal too overwhelmed by the occasion to pay much attention. But the painful tug on her hair made her mouth open reflexively and a moment later Ned pulled her head towards him.

“Wider! Open wider and keep your fucking teeth off me, slut, and don’t get any clever ideas,” Ned growled. “Suck it. Fucking suck it, bitch! Properly!”

Arii couldn’t help complying, but it was horrible. His cock tasted slightly salty and had a harsh, rank smell, and it was quite as big as she could get in her mouth at all. Desperately she pulled away, fighting the tug on her hair, and gasped “I need to breathe!” a moment before Ned would have stuffed his cock back in.

“Breathe, then. And get on with it! Come on, suck. Suck! Harder!”

It was awful. Ned just gave her the bare minimum of time to snatch some air before making her suck him again, and it was like drowning, like the time she’d got caught in an undertow beneath the falls and been lucky to escape. She sucked desperately, hardly knowing what to do but frantically trying to get Ned to finish with her, horribly afraid of what he would do if she bit him accidentally. But from Ned’s angry cursing and swearing, she couldn’t tell if she was pleasing him at all.

Suddenly he gave a loud yell and pulled her hard onto his cock, going in so deep that he made her gag, and all at once a thick gout of liquid, as warm as new milk but with a dreadful taste that was salt and bitter at once, or so it seemed to her, flooded into her mouth. She wanted to spit it out but Ned’s cock was in the way and his grip on her hair was unbreakably tight. She had to get his sperm out of her mouth somehow and the only other way was to swallow it. Arii’s eyes flooded with tears. She retched deep in her throat, and somehow the sound penetrated through Ned’s self-absorption.

“Fuck it! Not in here. Come on!”

Still holding her by the hair, Ned bundled her out, half bent over and hobbling, into the cottage’s other room and outside, ignoring the startled yells of his brothers. Swearing every step of the way, Ned ushered her clear of the house. He didn’t offer to let go of her hair. Perhaps he thought she would run away, as though she was in any state to. She dropped to all fours and opened her mouth wide, feeling her insides convulse. Back up came Ned’s semen, her stew from the previous hour and her stolen loaf of bread, and everything else her stomach had in it, until there was nothing left but dry heaves, and still she retched. Her face was a mask of tears.

“Ned, you utter shitbag.” It was Dair’s voice. “What the fuck have you done to her?”

“Nothing,” said Ned. “I only wanted her to suck me. You had first go at her cunt. I wanted first go somewhere else. It was my idea to make her pay us back in the first place.”

“Yes, and now Benji and Len get her after she’s thrown up,” said Seth. Arii looked up. It was almost worth the last ten minutes just to see Ned cowering before his two pissed-off brothers. Almost, but not quite. “Fuck it. If you can’t do better than that, you’re not getting your turn on the Birthday.”

“That’s not fair,” Ned protested.

“I’ll tell you what’s fucking fair,” said Dair. “Get the shovel and bury all that mess. Come on, Arii. In you go.” He turned his back on Ned, but Seth glared at the evil little youth and made a finger-to-lip gesture: ~Button it~.

Seth caught her by her elbow and drew her to one side. “Listen. A bargain’s a bargain. Just because Ned’s a sick little cunt doesn’t mean that Benji and Len don’t get their share, or that we don’t stick to the Birthday plan. Understand?”

Arii nodded, unable to speak without crying out loud. She was dimly aware of a pump clanking, then Dair thrust a heavy clay mug into her hand. “Here, girl. Rinse and spit, out here. And again. Okay.”

She did as she was told, and after a minute or so, her tears stopped.



Arii's Travels Ch. 03



They went back in and once again Dair busied himself with something. She smelled slightly sour beer, with not much body to it, but it was a lot better than the acrid taste in her mouth and she swallowed a couple of mouthfuls gratefully. "Benji. Take her through."

Benji was the youngest of the five, but still muscly next to her. A hard outdoor life did that to humans. He almost blushed as he looked at her, but he struggled out of his clothes and braced himself gamely enough. He drew breath, and then let it out again with an air of exasperation.

"I was hoping you'd enjoy it when it was my turn," he said, "but I guess Ned's ruined any chance of that. What's going to upset you least?"

It was the politest prelude to a rape Arii had ever imagined, and almost made her laugh. "Can you just hold me for a bit before we do anything?" she pleaded. "I actually did enjoy it, a bit, with your big brothers. Seth, and..."

"Dair. Well, look, they've done it once or twice before, but I never have," said Benji. "I don't even really know where I'm meant to touch you."

She held onto him, grateful for even unschooled tenderness after Ned's callous use of her. "Here's a good place to start," she whispered. Her slim hand guided his rather thicker one to her nipples. "They like to be stroked, or pinched very gently. Don't pull."

Benji did as she said, looking in wonder as they hardened up again, and she gasped. "I ~am~ a slut, after all," Arii said. "You're making me forget about Ned already. Do you know what that does?"

"No."

"It's like there's a little string inside me, from there down to here," she said, patting her cunt, "inside. Like when you pull on a puppet string, and his legs kick – something kicks inside me."

Fascinated, he did it again. His mouth took over at her nipple, and his hand strayed down over her belly. Somehow or other, he knew not to hurry.

"Here," she said, when he hesitated. "There's a special place just here. I play with it sometimes. Do boys play with themselves?"

Benji giggled. "You better believe it. An awful lot, specially stuck out here with no girls around. Is that what I'm meant to do with you?"

"Ow!" Arii protested, twisting away from his probing fingers. "Sorry, Benji. Too rough. My little thing's not as big and tough as yours."

Grinning modestly, Benji guided her hand to his cock, which was rock-hard, and wrapped her fingers around it. "Here's what I do," he said, moving her hand up and down him in short, hard strokes.

"And here's what I do," she said, moving his finger round and round her clitoris, "and keep it nice and wet. See how wet I get?"

Benji saw. He furrowed his brow in concentration, working away at her clitoris and dipping his fingers into her wet folds with the air of a musician practising a tricky passage on the violin. But if he was inexperienced, he was gifted. Arii began to thrust up against his fingers, moaning and gasping. Her other hand caught him by the head, hugging him to her.

"Are you all right?" Benji asked, not interrupting himself. Arii gasped again.

"Yes. Getting excited. Oh, I'm going to... I'm going to...!"

His hot, hard cock in her hand felt exciting and heightened her own sense of pleasure as she felt her orgasm approaching again. It wasn't like the ones she'd got from being fucked by Dair and Seth. It wasn't like the brisk climaxes she gave herself sometimes, more for relief than enjoyment. It was intense, pure clitoral pleasure, but spun out just a little more because it was someone else's hand doing it. Frantically her own hand pumped at Benji, quite without any prompting from her mind.

"Oh shit... Wait, I want to... Oh, shit!" gasped Benji. A bolt of come shot out of his cock and all over her side and her belly, arcing up to her breasts, and that was all it took for her own orgasm to go off. "Fuck, fuck, I wanted to fuck you!"

They clung onto each other for several seconds, before Arii turned her face to Benji's. "You will, Benji, you will. I promise you will."

He had a sense of humour, at least. "Wouldn't you fucking know it, I've got a girl right where she's ~got~ to do what I want, and I fuck it up."

"Or not, as the case may be," said Arii. His smile tipped her off that he was nothing like Ned and he would take the joke. "But you did make me enjoy it, and that's what you hoped. Never done it before? You're a ~natural~, Benji."

"Thanks." His mouth met hers. There was a wistful expression on his face, as much as to say: ~sorry it had to be this way~.

"You'd better send your brother in; Len, wasn't it?"

"That's him."

Len was almost copper-haired, and it was natural colour too, as Arii saw when he stripped for action. He gave her a matter-of-fact look. "Well, thief, it hardly seems like it's been a punishment so far. Looks like you get your fun this way."

She shrugged. "Would it have been better if I'd hated it? Seth's as good as told me I've been lucky not to be beaten or hanged."

"There's that," Len said. "Be a shame to beat you or hang you, though. Okay, move over."

"What do you want me to do?"

Len lay back on the little bed, his cock jutting skywards like a unicorn's horn from out of his tangle of dark, reddish pubic hair. "I get to go last, but at least it means I haven't got four brothers banging on the door demanding their go. Now, I want you to suck me. But I'm going to let you be in control, and I want to finish off in your cunt, not your mouth. With me?"

"I'll try."

"You'll do it," said Len, but his tone was firm, not cruel. She knelt by the side of the bed and he half-turned towards her, guiding her hand to his cock and then resting his hand on her shoulder, not her head.

Arii fought the urge to gag again, but it made a world of difference being allowed to go at her own pace. Remembering what Ned had done, she slid the skin of his cock back and took a few seconds to take in the sight and scent of Len's glistening, purple head shining in the flickering candle-flame. It wasn't horrible. Slowly she parted her lips and licked them to moisten them, gradually closing in on Len's cock.

"Ahh..." he sighed, as she made contact. "And just a little firmer, thief. Lick. Here, give me your thumb."

His mouth closed around her thumb and she felt him suck gently, and the tip of his tongue circled around and around the tip of her thumb. "Understand?" he said as he released her.

"Mm," she said, mimicking what he had done. There was an animal smell to him, the coarseness of the human scent overlaid by the smell of arousal, but it wasn't horrid. Gradually she stepped up the rhythm, stroking him with her hand. Shallow penetration in her mouth didn't make her gag and it let her breathe through her nose – and, she realized with a flutter of astonishment, it was making her hot and wet in her cunt.

When Len caught her by the hair her heart gave a sharp thump, but he was only moving her away from his cock. "That's enough for now. Come up here."

He got her to straddle his chest, and then move further up until she was as good as sitting on his face, her cunt exposed to his lips and tongue. "Just hold yourself there. Move when you feel the need."

Arii cried out with pleasure as his tongue probed in between her labia, found her clitoris, teased at it, and then travelled down to her vagina. It felt unlike anything she had imagined as it poked at her entrance; softer than fingers, more dexterous than Dair's cock or Seth's, but penetrated only a frustratingly short distance. She ground herself down on it, then gasped as she was lifted off Len's face.

"All right. And now down you go, just there. That's it. You're going to ride me, just like a horse."

"But I'm the girl," Arii said, startled.

"No odds. You can fuck me, for all that," said Len, "and you're going to. Come on, take me inside you."

Once again, Arii revised her mental picture of what it meant to be raped. For she was being coerced, without a doubt. She was the prisoner of these five humans until she'd paid her dues, and if she didn't do what Len said then it was more than likely he'd punish her without a thought. But she was the one controlling what was going on, the active partner, in effect being made to rape herself on his hard cock. Dripping wet, Arii had no trouble sliding herself down onto him. She had no idea what she was meant to be doing, but it was easy to pick up as she went along. Len reached his hands up to her slim, bony hips and eased her backwards and forwards.

"Get the idea? You're pushing to and fro, not up and down," he said, "and you can wiggle from side to side. This ought to hit the spot for you – which is fine by me."

"It is doing," gasped Arii, with complete accuracy. She leaned forwards, finding the going easier that way, and it also made it easier for Len to reach up to her firm breasts and erect nipples. He stroked and caressed with confidence and a sure sense of touch, while Arii ground back and forth on his cock with increasing fervour. Her punishment had entailed her reaching three mind-blowing orgasms already, and there was a fourth on its way, no mistake.

"Oh, I love this!" she cried. "I love fucking! I love your cock. I'm going to... I don't know what the word is!"

" 'Come'," said Len. "Is that it?"

Arii could only scream in answer. She bore down on his cock as the spasms started in her vagina, shrieking in astonishment as she found a still more sensitive spot deep inside, and fucked him for all she was worth. She was youthful, fit and athletic and had stamina to burn, and the more she ground down on him the longer her orgasm went on and the more intense it became, until Len let out a roar of his own and began to pump a hot, sticky fountain far up in the depths of her belly.

"I don't know," Arii said eventually, "but it's a good word. It feels like... arriving somewhere. Oh, that was wonderful. I'm glad I stole your bread now. I was terrified of what you were going to do to me, but I'm not sorry now."

Len gave her a crooked smile. "Me neither, but let's see if you're still singing the same tune two days from now."

Len took the candle with him when he left, but there was enough moonlight filtering through the window-shutters for Arii to see by. Apart from the rough little bed there wasn't a great deal to see. There was a slight whiff of a pungent smell from under the bed, where she found a flat round pot with a single large handle – just as well, if she was going to be shut in here. The floor was rammed earth with a layer of dirty rushes strewn on it, but if she had been entertaining any thoughts of digging her way out before dawn, the low growl from outside made her think again. As to the shutters, they'd been designed with burglars in mind and they didn't even have hinges on them; they were nailed in place. Well, too bad.

She knocked on the door and immediately a voice that sounded like Ned's called out "Shut up, bitch!". But Dair said "Shut up yourself. What is it, elf?"

"May I have some water, please?"

There was a groan, and then the sound of the pump outside clanking, before she heard a bolt drawn back. "Don't get any clever ideas," said Dair, with the door open a fraction. "The outside door's bolted, we're all awake, and the dogs are loose. Here's your water."

"Thank you."

Dair shrugged. "I'd do as much for a donkey." Then he grinned, his teeth just visible in the gloom. "And what happened to 'Master'?"

"I'm sorry," said Arii. "I've had a trying couple of hours."

His grin broadened. "Go to sleep, then."

He shut the door and slid the bolt across, and Arii found her way back to the bed. Sitting on it, she picked up her discarded clothing and folded it. There was no point getting dressed for now, when she wasn't going anywhere, and besides, she would rather get thoroughly clean before she put her clothes on again. At the moment, she was just a little bit messy.

She lay back and examined herself where Dair, Seth and Len had left their mark inside her, and the stickiness on her skin that came from Benji. All in all it had been a surprising time. Sometimes she had imagined being caught by the cruel, brutish humans, although her fantasies had always been a little short on detail. They hadn't needed more. On the warm nights when she threw off her blanket and explored her body, pretending it was being exposed to the scrutiny of a rag-tag handful of lustful captors, she had never got much beyond imagining being caught and their crude explanations of what they were going to do to her. That plus a little attention from her fingers was all it usually took.

She had certainly never imagined that the first male to fuck her would have made her orgasm within minutes, that two more would repeat the experience in quick succession, or that a fourth who wasn't much more than a boy would masturbate her to another climax as though born to it. Only the horrible experience with Ned had been at all like her worst fears, the kind she had when she seriously thought about her frightening fantasy. Even then, when Ned had made her suck him, it wasn't so much the act itself as his cruel callousness that scared her and sickened her. Arii dipped a finger into the sticky juices slowly trickling out of her vagina and cautiously licked at a drop of it. No, it wasn't as revolting as all that, and if she hadn't been nearly gagging and terrified witless to begin with, she could probably have stood the taste of it.

She might have to again, if it came to that, Arii realized. There was the Baron's Birthday to come and it wouldn't surprise her in the least if Ned wanted her to suck him again. For that matter any of the others might. She could imagine Len getting her to do it until he came in her mouth, taking it gently and letting her control when and how it happened. And if Benji wanted it, she would happily do her best for him. As for the rest of them...

Five young human males, and all so different, Arii thought. Dair was a natural leader, dark, handsome in a rugged kind of a way, and she had found herself calling him Master without conscious thought. Of course he was just in the process of taking her virginity at the time and she had been half-mad with fear at the thought of what was going to happen to her. Still, of all five of them, she thought it was most fitting that Dair had been first. Seth, the deep one, the brains of the five even if he hid it under a bushel. He was misleading to look at and she'd mistaken him for a loutish oaf when he was nothing of the sort. Ned had a mean streak, the kind of petty meanness that would pull the wings off a fly just for the pleasure of watching it buzzing helplessly. Benji, boyish and sweet, asking her how she would like to be raped, if you please, and then ruefully crestfallen because he had ejaculated before even getting inside her; and finally Len, who was a knowing one for sure. He had to have had some training somewhere despite his youth.

She could have done worse, if she had to get caught like this. Only one of the five was likely to hurt her deliberately and at the very least Seth and Dair would keep Ned under control. Well, but if she tried hard to please Ned he probably wouldn't hurt her anyway. If that meant sucking him again...

She was a little surprised to find, as she touched her sticky cunt again, that her clitoris was responding slightly. Arii transferred her wet fingers to her mouth and began to touch herself with her other hand, imagining that she was being made to suck one of the youths. She carefully didn't concentrate on any one of them. A cock was a cock whoever it belonged to, and she would mind Ned less if she didn't think too hard about him. Her fingers sped up. Incredibly, she was aroused at the thought of what she might have to do and it wasn't going to take her long to orgasm, Arii realized. She ground her teeth together and masturbated harder, biting down on the moans that wanted to escape from her.

"Oh please," she whispered. "I want your cock in me."

Spoken at the right time, it might keep Ned from ejaculating in her mouth... but, Arii realized as she started to come, it was also true.

~What a slut I am~, Arii thought as the jolt of pleasure spasmed through her clitoris and made her vagina contract again and again. A prisoner of five lusty rough humans, a virgin as recently as the last sunset, and already she loved being fucked and wanted more of it. She sighed and relaxed, her fingers still resting between her open thighs, and was soon deeply asleep.



Arii's Travels Ch. 04



The next day Arii slept a good deal, partly because she expected to need all the rest she could get ahead of the Baron’s Birthday and partly because there wasn’t much else to do. Dair brought her some food and a quart jug of water at daybreak but didn’t stay to chat. She sensed it was going to be a long day and made the food last as long as she could, nibbling on little bits of bread and cheese from time to time. Both were verging on the stale, but she was hungry enough not to mind.

Her vagina had a strange warmth in it that fell some way short of actual soreness. She could tell it had been well stretched both lengthways and widthways by the three different penises that had been in it. It was just as well that Dair had got her wet before he had started on her and that he, Seth and Len had been only forceful, not rough. Thinking about it made her bite her lip. It was pointless to deny that she wanted to be fucked again.

During the afternoon some sunlight streamed through the shutters; it was a pleasant afternoon out there. If she listened carefully her sensitive ears could pick up someone at work with a spade not very far from the cottage, the occasional flap of wings and a quack or honk of a duck or goose coming down to the pond, one of the dogs dislodging a particularly troublesome flea, and the cooing of wood-pigeons away in the forest. It was peaceful, if rather dull.

When the evening came she heard the sound of the five young men coming in and a rattle of firewood in the pot-bellied stove in the next room. Gradually a smell of cooking filtered through. Give them their due, at least one of them knew how to make a good stew, and her mouth began to water.

The bolt grated back. It was Seth bringing her a well-filled bowl of stew and a horn spoon. He motioned to her to stay where she was, and set it down on the floor. Arii looked at it.

“Do I have to earn my supper?” she asked tartly.

“No. A bargain’s a bargain,” Seth grunted. “Tomorrow will be soon enough.”

He took her chamber-pot outside as well as the water-jug, returning a minute later with the one of them emptied and the other filled. By then Arii had tucked heartily into her stew and was most of the way towards finishing it. He looked her up and down. She had the blanket wrapped around her as a concession to modesty, while it was allowed.

“We’ll be turning in shortly,” he said; it was after sunset and the dusk was already fading. “Big day tomorrow for all of us.”

As if the Baron had ordered it specially, the Birthday dawned bright and clear, with a promise of heat to come. Four of the brothers trudged off after breakfast, but Len stayed behind; Arii could here him pottering around in the cottage.

“How come you’re still here?” she demanded, through the closed door. “Are you getting a head start on your brothers?”

“It’s tempting, but no,” Len replied, with a chuckle. “I’m here to keep an eye on you. Yesterday was our day to work our own holding; today it’s the Baron’s field, at least in the morning, so officially I’m ill. No-one’s going to think I’m faking it, when it means missing the hog-roast.”

He went back to his chores, while Arii sat on the bed and tried to relax. She was going to be fucked over and over again when the brothers came home and she wasn’t cold-blooded enough to face the prospect unmoved. She’d enjoyed it despite herself two days ago, but that was then and this was now. Suppose they were rough with her? Suppose Ned had her first and didn’t give her time to get wet? A dozen or more fucks would be no laughing matter if she was sore from the first one, and she had to make sure she pleased all of them or they might not let her go, after all.

There was something she could do about that. Very gently, Arii parted her labia, stroking them with the tips of her fingers, barely touching herself. She imagined Benji’s soft, inexperienced fingers, guided by purest instinct, finding her sensitive places and making them respond. Dair’s tongue, moistening her with his saliva and her own juices. Seth’s firm touch, uncompromising and demanding, giving her no choice but to beg to be fucked properly; and Len’s startling expertise. Startling…

“Len?”

“What now?”

He sounded amused as much as anything else. “You’ve had sex before, haven’t you? With someone who knew what she was doing?”

“Nosy! Yes, as a matter of fact. Last autumn, after the harvest was in, a fine lady came by, wanting someone to go to town with her to fetch and carry. We’d no work on right then, so I went. It meant a shilling in wages, and, as it turned out, she’d a fat old husband twenty-odd years older than her who couldn’t keep up with his young wife. He’d a taste for good red wine and he was in bed and snoring by nine o’clock at night… and she’d a soft tread in her bare feet and could find the garret bedroom without a light. She said it would be an education for me. It was.”

“You fucked a fine lady?”

“Believe it,” said Len, laughing lightly. “All three ways, at her bidding – after I’d licked her and fingered her. She wanted her shilling’s worth. There wasn’t that much fetching and carrying to do. Good job for the both of us she knew how to keep quiet.”

“Will you tell me about it?” asked Arii. She was getting wet just thinking about it, and a deliciously naughty thought arose in her: to masturbate while Len talked to her, secretly, on the other side of a locked door. She sat on the floor by the door and spread her legs wide.

“All right, why not? Can’t hurt to prime us both for the party, can it?”

I was up at the castle helping to move some barrels out of the buttery so the cooper could check them over, mend the ones that needed it and throw out the ones that had had it, when one of the guards came by. He said there was one of His Nibs’s friends that was passing through on the way up to their winter quarters. They’d sent their servants on ahead to open up, but Lady Jane (and that’s not her real name) had decided she wanted to see about some dress material and fripperies from the town, so they needed someone with a strong back for a couple of days. Well, it was a change of sights and besides they were paying hard cash, so I took it like a shot, just as soon as I could pump the sweat off me. That’s how I got a ride on the back step of a carriage for the first time in my life.

Her ladyship dragged us round the cloth merchants for a while and got me to carry a few bolts of silk and satin to their carriage, and some more odds and ends that I don’t need to list right here and now, and by the time she was done it was getting on to dinner time and her lord and master was in need of a drink. He’s not quite His Nibs’s station, but he’s got a fair bit of gold to his name from the wool trade and it does even a Baron no harm to keep in with such as he, and he’s also got a taste for drinking the profits, though not enough to ruin him. But he’s well past forty and looks the better part of sixty, what with his red cheeks and whiskers and a peppery sort of temper that I shouldn’t wonder was down to gout, and by the time he’s finished stuffing his face he’s well in his cups and fit for nothing but sleep.

I’ve had a good dinner below stairs in the inn, and I’d’ve taken the job just for the meat meal even if there hadn’t been a shilling to come, and what’s more, I’ve got a room to myself up in the attic with proper sheets on the bed. So I’m just settling down to sleep in my little bed when I hear the latch on the door, and that makes me jump, ’cos I surely hadn’t heard anyone coming up the stairs.

There’s no light and hardly any creak from the door, and I hear some footsteps as soft as a cat, but just as I’m deciding whether to scream or take my best shot at giving whoever it is a knee in the pods, I hear a whisper: “Don’t worry, Len, it’s only Lady Jane. Shh!”

“You startled me, my lady,” I say, sort of nervous. “Is something the matter?”

“No, but I’m not ready to go to sleep yet. I want to stay and talk for a while. Can you move up a bit?”

I do, though it’s not that big, and she edges onto the bed next to me, just a hint in the darkness. She smells sweet, some of that lady’s scent that my sort couldn’t afford if we saved for a year, and I remember her trying some out in the perfumer’s earlier in the day. I’m pushed up against the wall and even so she’s pressed right up against me, not to fall out.

We start talking and she tells me some scandalous stories she’s been hearing that we both have a quiet laugh at, and it turns out she knows some filthy jokes too. I tell her one of the filthiest I know to see how she’ll take it, and she sort of slaps me and tells me I’m a bad boy, but with a laugh in it. Then she says: “Whatever is that you’re wearing, Len? I can feel it through everything I’ve got on.”

It’s only my wool vest. I always keep it on from harvest to May-time to keep out the cold, but she says “You don’t need it at the moment. It’s warmer here than in your cot, I’ll be bound. Take it off. Don’t worry, it’s too dark for me to see anything I shouldn’t!”

I do as I’m told and toss it down at the foot of the bed, a little cross that she’s laughing at what I wear, and I say, “Is that better now?”

“Oh yes,” she says. She is pressed up against me and I can feel the silk of her nightgown, and she takes a handful of the sleeve and says “How do you like the feel of this?” and strokes it over my bare chest.

“It’s smooth,” I say.

“Mmm. So are you, Len, lovely and smooth. Except I can feel all the little dents that wool’s made in your skin.”

“It’s soft too,” I say.

“Yes. That’s why I love silk. So beautifully soft. But you’re not soft, Len, are you?” She lets the silk drop and strokes my chest and my shoulders. Well, okay, I’ve not yet got my full growth, then or now, but I’ve got some muscles already. “No, that’s not soft,” she says, coming back down over my chest and down over my belly, “and that’s not soft – and oh, my Len, that’s not soft either is it?”

Her hand’s gone down over the sheet, over my belly and so on down, and you can guess what she’s found that isn’t soft. I mutter something, sort of embarrassed, but she shushes me and turns the sheet down. “Oh, my,” she says again, as her hand takes hold of me, “that’s not even a little bit soft. I thought we’d hired ourselves a boy, but this doesn’t belong on a boy!”

Now she’s got her whole hand wrapped around me and she moves it up and down a little. “So hard!” she says. “May I say hello to this little man, Len?”

I nod, and she says “Only if I say hello properly, I might end up getting something on this nightgown, and that would never do. Should I take it off, do you think?”

Without waiting for me to answer, she stands up and there’s a soft rustle as she slips out of her silk nightie, and lays it over the chair in the corner. There is just enough light for me to see a couple of smudges on her breasts and a darker one between her legs, but no more. That’s too bad, ’cos up to then I’ve never seen a girl there, at any rate not since I was too young to care what I saw. She edges back onto the bed, pressed up against me all along my whole body, and her hand finds me again, and she rubs and strokes at me gently.

“Is that good?” she says.

“It’s fantastic,” I say. I want to touch her too but I don’t know if she’ll let me and I daren’t ask, but she brings one of her breasts up to my mouth and says, “Why don’t you suck on me, Len?”

She doesn’t need to ask twice. Her hand is going oh so slowly and her nipple is big on my tongue, and she’s breathing slow and deep and sort of musically.

“Oh, I think I ought to suck this little man now, Len!” she says, and I gasp. I can’t think what it must taste like, or why a fine lady like her would want to do that to the likes of me, but she says, “Don’t be shocked. It’s all right, Len.”

As she starts to slip down me, leaving a trail of kisses on my chin, my throat, my chest and my stomach, I say “But, lady, if you do that I might…” and then I don’t know how to finish the sentence.

“Might? Might what?” she teases. Then she says, “I hope there’s no might about it, Len. Don’t worry, I know perfectly well what I’m doing. But you’ve got to be *absolutely* quiet, do you understand?”

When she takes me in her mouth I’m quite sure I’m going to spend right there and then, but I’m too embarrassed to, if embarrassment can stop that happening. Then she goes to work tormenting me good and proper. I don’t mean she’s hurting me, because that’s the last thing she’s doing. It’s just so much pleasure and I’m so close to coming, and she doesn’t quite let me, for what seems like ages. She licks at the tip of me, sucks on the end, then takes me deep inside her mouth, strokes me slowly with her hand, pumps me hard and fast for just a second, then starts all over again. I’m catching my breath every breath I take, expecting to fill her mouth up any moment, but never quite getting there.

“Oh, please, lady,” I say eventually, and that’s all I have to say. She pumps and licks a little harder, sucks a little deeper, and all at once it starts to happen. She drives her hand right down to the base and lifts her mouth away from me, there’s a second or two when I think it’s not going to happen after all, before I suddenly go off like a cannon. I swear I hear it splash into her mouth and then I hear her snap her mouth shut, and she gives a sort of a hum and a giggle.

“Mmm. And how was that, Len?”

“Wonderful,” I say, truthfully, “but why did you want to do it?”

“Because I love it, silly boy,” she says. “Oh dear, look what I’ve got all over my face! I’ll have to mop it off. I’ll use your sheet, it’ll be all right, they’ll know young men like you have little accidents now and then.”

I hear the rustling as she dabs at her face, then she gives me a hug and says, “All right, would you like to do that back to me?”

“How?” I say. “I’ve never done it before.”

“I’ll teach you, then,” she says, and gets me to kneel at the foot of the bed, as if I was going to say my prayers. Her feet are on the floor either side of me – the bed’s not high – and I can smell her woman-place, all hot and sort of musky. I don’t know what I expected it to smell of, but it’s exciting. She says, “I’ll help to guide you into place. Feel around with your tongue, you should be able to find a little bump about the size of a small bean. Being licked all around there is good, but if you find the place I’m talking about…”

I do my best. I burrow into her damp crevice, hidden away inside a mass of soft curly hair, sort of rooting around like a pig in an orchard, though I hope she doesn’t think of it that way. Actually my nose finds something before my tongue does, and I guess it’s the place she’s talking about, especially as she gasps when my nose hits it, and all the more when I start to lick at it.

What hits me most is how tiny the thing is I’m licking at. It’s not the size of my smallest fingertip, and I’m astonished to learn that women have got a place that goes hard the way my cock does, and doubly so to see what it does to her. She starts making groaning noises, like I’m hurting her, but she whispers “Don’t stop, Len, please don’t stop,” when I make to ask her, so I just get on with it. Soon she catches me by the back of the head and starts pushing up to meet me. I get my nose banged like this, but I don’t stop. After she’s taken my stuff in her mouth, I don’t want to let her down.

This goes on for a while and she sounds more and more excited from the way her breathing’s going, and she’s moaning and gasping all along but keeping it very quiet. I wonder how long she wants me to keep it up for. I mean, I know that when I shoot my stuff I’ve had enough, but how do I know what it’s like for women?

She breaks off after I don’t know how long and moves my head away from her cunt, which is just as well for me as she’d been riding my face harder and harder and it was getting tricky to breathe. She sits up on the bed and bends down to kiss me on the face, right where I’m covered all over with this wetness of hers, and she says, “Lovely, lovely Len, you’re doing your best, but I don’t think you’re going to get me there like that.”

“What do you want me to do then, lady?” I say.

She reaches down and takes hold of me, and laughs. “I thought so. This little soldier’s standing to attention again. I think we ought to send him into the breach. Lie down on the rug.”

She follows me down as I go, and says, “That bed would creak far too much for what I want. Are you comfortable?”

“Yes,” I say, wishing there was just a little more light. Her ladyship straddles me at about knee height and shuffles forwards, and I see the dark shadow between her thighs come down over my little soldier, as she calls it. She’s right about him being at attention, too. I feel something warm and wet touch him, and then she shuffles some more and I feel him all of a sudden wrapped to half his length inside her. It’s the first cunt I’ve ever been in, and it feels fantastic.

“All right, Len?”

“Oh, yes,” I say, just barely remembering to whisper. Then she starts to ride me, like I got you to, but she’s been for a sight more gallops than you have, elf. I feel myself going deeper and deeper in, until I can feel her wet cunt pressed right down to the base of me. She’s grunting and groaning and letting out little low moans all the time.

“Are you all right, lady?” I say.

“Mmm. Oh, yes, Len, yes, you bad boy!” she says. “Oh, you’re so big and hard, you’re just what I needed, this is wonderful.”

That’s the one word of truth. I’d always imagined what it would be like for my cock to be deep in a girl’s cunt, but I never knew what to expect. My hand’s hard, dry and rough, but she’s the complete opposite, soft though firm, wet and slippery, and so, so smooth I’d never imagined. You don’t know what it’s like being inside a cunt, girl, or you’d know why men want it so much.

She rides me hard and fast, and starts to make whimpering noises through her clenched teeth, until she calls out, “Bad boy, bad, bad boy!” and then just lets out a whole string of little mews. I feel her cunt sort of clench, over and over again, in time with her mewing, and I can feel myself well up, all ready to shoot inside her.

And then she pulls off me, really sudden, enough to make me gasp, and she says, “Len, you naughty boy, you were just about to do it inside me, weren’t you?”

She sounds teasing more than angry, and I say, “Wasn’t I meant to?”

“Ooh, no, you mustn’t dare do that, Len!” she says. “That old fool doesn’t see half what goes on right under his nose, but even he couldn’t miss a round belly on me by Lady Day, and it wouldn’t be a bit of good my saying that an archangel did it!”

I see what she’s saying, of course. She can pull the wool over her husband’s eyes, but she can’t risk getting a baby that way. I can’t help sighing, though, which she hears and says, “Now don’t be disappointed, Len. I haven’t finished with you yet. Will you stay hard for me a little longer?”

There’s no danger I won’t, and I see her get to her feet and rummage around in her nightgown. There’s a little rasp of something, stone on stone or maybe pottery, and a sort of slurping noise. I can just make out her rubbing her bottom, and I catch a strange smell, sort of like butter. Then she kneels down next to me and feels around until she finds my cock, which she strokes with a hand that’s now all greasy, and damn me if it isn’t butter, which I find mighty strange at that place and time.

Before I can ask what’s going on, she’s slid the bolster off my bed onto the floor, and she lies across it so her bottom’s up in the air. “Now, Len, you can fuck me in my arse,” she says, “but you’ve got to be patient to begin with, until I open up. Do you understand?”

“I think so,” I say.

“Good. Find the hole with your fingers. A little higher. That’s right. Now bring that battering ram of yours up there and just push gently. Ohh!” she gasps. “That’s it. Really slowly.”




Arii's Travels Ch. 04



Well, I do as I’m told. For a while it seems like we’re getting nowhere, and then a little bit at a time it starts to give way and I push in slowly, slowly, and slower still, until I can feel I’m well in. Then she tells me I can go ahead and fuck her properly.

All through it I hear her moaning and gasping again, and she sounds near on as excited as when I was fucking her in the cunt, or should I say when she was fucking me *with* her cunt. Her arsehole isn’t as smooth and slippery as her cunt, not even with both her and me all buttered up, but it’s tight and hot and my cock likes that combination.

“Lady!” I say. “Is it all right for me to…?”

“Oh, yes!” she says. “That’s the whole point. Go on, Len, do it!”

So I do. I shove it in deep as I start to come again, and she chokes off a squeal in her throat and I think she bites the bolster, and I feel her squeeze me with her buttocks and then let go, and then do it all over again. That was all I needed. I feel my stuff shooting out of me right up in her innards, and maybe she does too because I hear her moan again.

“Oh, Len,” she says. “Just stay in there while you go soft. Oh, you good, bad boy, Len.”

And she explains that it’s perfectly safe for me to shoot off up there, and it can’t possibly do her harm. “Have you really never done this before, Len?” she asks.

“Never,” I say. “Word of honour.”

“Well, don’t let anyone call you a boy again, Len, for I’ve just made you a man – though you must never tell anyone.”

Arii took her fingers away from her cunt. She had come silently, though it took all her self-control, just as Len was getting to the part about how wonderful a cunt felt. Hers certainly did right now, all open and wet and hot. She had to bite her lip to keep from asking Len to come in and fuck her there and then. “So why did you just tell me that,” she asked, “ – if you were never to tell anyone?”

Len laughed aloud. “You’re an elf, girl. Tell anyone you like, no-one expects to hear truth from an elf. But come to think of it, I don’t believe you are going to tell anyone, are you?”

“No,” Arii said. She paused a while. “Len?”

“What now?”

“Please call me by name. Arilyn, or Arii. It matters.”

“You’re right, it does,” Len said. “ – elf.”

She heard his footsteps moving away from the door, and once again concentrated on not making a sound. This time, it was her crying she was keeping quiet.



Arii's Travels Ch. 05



Arii heard singing outside and the tramp of feet from some way off; four pairs of feet in heavy boots, almost in time with the rhythm of the singing, as if they were marching. She didn't recognise the song, but the rough, tuneless rendition made her sensitive ears twitch. Well, it was time. The boys were back from the Baron's birthday celebration and she was due to earn her freedom. Standing, she wrapped the blanket around her and waited for the first of them to come in.

Instead there was the sound of the outside door being slammed shut and bolted, and then the door to her room opened and Dair looked in. "Come on out, girl," he said. "We've got something for you."

If it had been Ned saying it, Arii would have been worried, but Dair hadn't laid ungentle hands on her yet. True, he had been the first to rape her and true, he had forcibly undressed her; but he had told her not to be frightened and he had been as gentle with her as he had said he would, and made her enjoy it as well. It would hardly have counted as rape at all – except for the perfect certainty that neither he nor the others would have taken No for an answer.

In the outer room, Len was helping himself to a huge bite of a big black sausage. "Here," he said. "Compliments of the Baron. No-one goes hungry on the Birthday, even if he's too sick to go to the hog-roast."

He cut a piece with his knife and handed it to her. "And our Ned won us a greased piglet, only we've swapped it, what with not having a pig-pen," Seth added, "for a promise of a leg when it's butchered, and this by way of down-payment."

Levering the cork out of the heavy stone jar he was holding, the burly blond tipped a generous slug of honey-gold liquor into a tin mug and took a gulp. He passed around the five of them, and finally to Arii. She sniffed at it and wrinkled her nose. "What is it?"

"Applejack," Seth grinned. "Puts hairs on your chest."

It tasted burning hot on the tip of her tongue, and Arii pushed it away and said, "I don't think I want this."

Seth lowered his voice to a murmur. "Your choice, but a word to the wise. You're going to get used within an inch of your life, and once we get going, I doubt we'll be paying much attention to whether you like it or not. A strong drink will help you not to care."

His eyes bored into her. Her throat felt dry for a start, and she worried that the preliminary wetting she'd given herself might not be anything like enough. Arii trembled, put the drink to her lips and forced herself to swallow. It burned as it went down, and seemed to spread out along her arms and legs all the way to the tips. She gasped, coughed and wheezed, expecting to start breathing fire like a dragon, and the five boys cheered. Hands grabbed at her and she was spun from one to the next. One mouth after another met hers, kissing her roughly, lustily, masterfully even, and as she spun the blanket was plucked from her shoulders and she was left standing nude and slightly dizzy in their midst.

Lent courage by the drink, Arii lowered her head and put her hands on her hips. She looked out from under her lowered brow and spoke in challenging tones. "All right. Who's first?"

She got another cheer for that, and then yelped as the five of them picked her up, as easily if she was a toy, and plonked her unceremoniously on the makeshift table. "Let's warm you up a bit first," Dair said jovially. "Grab whatever's nearest."

There were a few moments of confusion before Benji stationed himself by her head, Len and Ned to either side, and Seth and Dair at the foot of the table. Benji's mouth met hers while a hand closed on each breast and, moments later, a mouth on each nipple, while Seth's thick fingers spread her labia apart and the first two fingers of his other hand began to explore the entrance to her vagina. Dair stroked his fingers down over the narrow trail of hair that led from her belly-button down to her crotch, until they landed on her clitoris. It was already hardening, matching her nipples that were swelling against Len's and Ned's tongues.

Mouth, breasts, clitoris, labia and vagina all at once added up to a storm of erotic sensation that mere apprehension couldn't dampen. She squeaked against Benji's kiss, her eyes widening in astonishment and pleasure, multiplied by excitement and the thrill of knowing that, despite her helplessness, there was a kind of power she was wielding just by being the centre of attention for the five young men. Her mouth sought Benji hungrily, while she thrust up against Dair's fingers and squeezed Seth's inside her, mutely pleading for deeper sensation.

Dair took his fingers off her clitoris, but only so that he could replace them with his mouth. His lips nibbled at her labia and his tongue teased around and around her clitoris, until it settled on target. Arii squealed louder and signalled to Benji that she needed her mouth clear, and as soon as she could she took a deep, shuddering breath and pleaded, "Don't stop! Please, don't stop. I'm going to come!" It had taken her less than a minute since she had been lowered to the table.

Laughing, Dair took his mouth away from Arii's cunt as she screamed in orgasm. He wiped the back of his hand across his lips and smeared the mixture of saliva and her own lubricant across her belly. "Wow! She's hot. Who's first? Ned, fair's fair, you won us the prize."

"Right. Turn her this way," Ned said. Seth slid his thick fingers out of Arii and helped to spin her around so that her legs straddled Ned as she sat on the edge of the table. Ned was hurriedly thrusting his britches down around his knees and his hard cock jutted out from under the tail of his shirt. Grateful that she was going to be taking him in her cunt, Arii gripped the edge of the table and spread her legs wide. She was wet enough to have taken Seth's thick member without a pause and Ned's rather smaller one slid in easily. He let out a savage snarl of triumph. "Yes!"

"Oh, yes, Ned, yes," Arii moaned. "Fuck me, ram it up me, give it to me please! More!"

She wasn't even having to simulate desire. Her legs locked around Ned's waist and she leaned back as he banged her fast and furiously. There were still hands at her breasts although she was starting to get a little unclear as to who was doing what. Her whole being was wrapped around the intense sensations in her cunt and she gratefully accepted Ned's urgent fucking, not only to please him as ordered but in response to her own need. "More, please, don't stop, more!" she moaned. Already she could feel another orgasm on the way.

Ned bared his teeth in a rictus of ecstatic pleasure and yelled "Take that, thief, take that!". She felt him thrust still deeper inside her and a burst of hot liquid shot deep into her. Biting down on her disappointment, for she had been only a few seconds away from coming for the second time, she hugged him tightly with both arms and legs.

"Thank you!" she said, and Ned actually smiled at her for the first time – a creepy sort of smile, but maybe that was all he could manage, Arii thought.

"No, thank *you*," he said mockingly. "Be back later."

He stepped away from her, and Arii thought he had a slightly stunned expression; perhaps coming in her cunt for the first time did that to him; perhaps, she thought, he hadn't really wanted to make her sick before, but only wanted his own way. Right now though she had other priorities. She turned to Benji. "Are you having the next turn?"

"Go on, Benji," said Dair, when the younger boy hesitated. He blushed.

"All right, but I want to do it on my own."

Seth, Dair and Len looked at each other with the amused tolerance of the sexually experienced, and nodded. "Take her next door then," Dair said. He helped Arii off the table with a heave of his strong arms, and added, "And don't be all day about it."

Benji shyly closed the door behind him while Arii lay on the bed. She smiled too, feeling some of the same superiority that the older three had felt. "Come on, Benji. I said you'd fuck me, and now you're going to. Please don't keep me waiting, I'm more than ready for it."

His youthful erection was fully pumped up and every vein in it was sticking out as he knelt between her parted legs. Diffidently he lowered himself onto her, and she felt his penis probing, trying to find her entrance. It struck Arii that he'd only played with her clitoris the previous time, and might not even know where to find the way in, especially not by feel.

"Here, I'll help," she whispered, reaching down and finding his cock. Benji shut his eyes and whimpered in pleasure. He began to push inside her and almost at once he held his breath.

"Wait!" Arii murmured, warned by a kind of instinct. "Hold still and don't move, or we'll be done before you've even started."

Benji did as he was told, but he hadn't the patience to wait for long. Soon he started to push in and out of Arii and she felt her own excitement rising again. She tried to relax, to put as little squeeze on Benji's hyper-sensitive cock as she could, but her own instinct was leading her to push up to meet him and to clasp his cock with her engorged, erotically charged vagina. Throwing caution to the winds, Arii suddenly ground her crotch against him and pulled him deeper inside with her hands on his buttocks.

"Oh, this is wonderful!" Benji sighed. "Arii, you're fantastic."

"So are you!" Arii moaned. A wave of emotion swept over her at being called by name and she pulled Benji's face down to her. "Oh, Benji, you're nice to me!"

Benji didn't answer, except to kiss her on the mouth and hold her very tight as he began to ejaculate. She held him tight in return, once again left frustratingly short of her own climax but not in the least disappointed, loving the feel of Benji losing his virginity to her and matching him kiss for kiss in the shared intimacy of the moment.

She held him on top of her for several minutes, as the last drops of sperm leaked out of him and his erection subsided. They didn't speak again, but their eyes had plenty to say to each other.

They were interrupted, thought, by a dissonant chorus from the other room as Seth, Dair and Len demanded to know why they were waiting. Arii rolled her eyes in mute appeal for help. On the one hand she felt resentment at being ordered about and made to move just when she was enjoying lying splayed under the one of the five who had bothered to treat her like a person, but on the other she felt determination to live up to the agreement she had made and, if the truth were to be told, a certain horniness after being twice brought close to orgasm and not getting there either time.

"See you in a bit," she said, as Benji rolled off her, and she strutted back into the larger room, trying not to be too put off by the stickiness that was dribbling gracelessly down her thigh as Benji's and Ned's combined contribution leaked out of her open vagina.

"Here," said Dair, as she came through the door. He was sitting on the table and he was thoroughly ready for action. "We're getting impatient here so you're going to have to look after two of us at once."

"What do I have to do?" Arii asked. There was no point arguing or protesting.

"Come and stand in front of me," Dair answered, holding out his hands. "Now, I'm not going to hold your head down, and you can breathe when you want, but you're going to suck me – and while you're at it, Seth's got something for you."

Seth had, as she could see very clearly. Both the oldest two had got naked while she was busy with Benji and both were quite as large and hard as she remembered from the first time. So, she was going to be skewered like a joint on the spit. Dair was giving her a look that didn't promise any reward for disobedience or delay, and Arii bit her lip. All right, she was going to show Dair and Seth that she wasn't as easily put off as that – and maybe, while she was at it, show Ned that it wasn't the act itself, it was just his clumsy approach.

A little to her surprise, she found that bending over Dair's purple-headed erection and preparing to take it in her mouth made her feel even more warm and open, and the unfamiliar sensation of feeling herself mounted from behind was exciting as well. In contrast to the almost loving encounter with Benji she had just had, this felt delightfully naughty and depraved, and she rather enjoyed it.

She enjoyed it even more when Seth rammed bullishly into her and found a place deep inside her that she had never suspected existed. Her squeal of delight was muffled by the large, hot mouthful she had. Her legs wobbled in response to the jolts of pleasure inside her and she had to take her hands away from Dair's cock in order to hold onto the table. It didn't matter all that much. Dair's erection was so hard it didn't need holding in place and, filled with a sudden lust, Arii bobbed her head up and down on him enthusiastically. Dair yelled in surprise and pleasure.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Yes, keep that up... girl!"

Sensing that he had almost been carried away enough to call her by name, Arii did as she was told and kept it up. His head was flung back and his fists knotted themselves in her hair, though by a large exercise of will he managed to let them move with her head instead of controlling her. Seth's large hands meanwhile were holding her hips in a vice-like grip and he pounded into her with the raw sexual energy of a rutting boar. She didn't even need a touch on her clitoris to send her over the edge. As her orgasm approached she put even more urgency into her sucking and Dair yelled even louder.

"I'm coming! Arii, I'm coming!"

"So am I!" she yelled back, releasing his cock to do so and rewarded a moment later by a thick, hot, creamy spray of his semen all over her face. She blinked just in time and laid her head on his thigh, crying out in pleasure at what she had done to him, at the joy of being called by name, at the intense orgasm that was shaking her from top to toe, and by no means least at the feeling of Seth spunking deep inside her, in a scalding hot spout that drenched her cervix in hot come. His growl of triumph and release was matched with a final thrust that almost lifted her bodily off her feet.

"Fucking hell!" Ned exclaimed. "I need another go now after watching that!"

He had his trousers off and, as Arii saw through rather glazed eyes, he was well and truly hard again. She blinked and wiped Dair's come off her face. "Better come and get it then," she said brazenly.

"Hang on!" Len protested. "I've not had my firsts yet."

"Well, pick an end and let's get on with it," Ned suggested crudely. "She can take us both on at the same time."

Len pondered this. "Fine by me. I'll have what Dair just had. You taking over from Seth?"

"Huh. I won't be able to feel a thing after she's had Seth's old man in there," Ned complained. "Unless... Yeah, why not? I can fuck her in the arse."

Arii gasped, but gritted her teeth. "You'll have to use some butter, then," she said, just as glad that Len had told her how it was done. Anything some rich merchant's wife could do, she could do better.

Ned snorted derisively. "This girl thinks she's the one making the rules, *and* she thinks we've got butter to waste on her bum-hole."

"She's got a point though," Len said. "You'll need to use something, or you'll never get in, not without ruining one of you. It's tight back there."

"The boot grease," Seth suggested. "We've got plenty of that." He rummaged in a wicker basket in the corner of the room and tossed a small heavy pot to Ned, who caught it casually and dipped his fingers in it.

The stuff smelled rancid, but it was slippery, and Ned gave both Arii's anus and his own penis a good coating before he positioned himself behind her. Len held up a warning finger. "Take it steady. You need to let her open up."

"Since when do you know so much?" Ned sneered.

"That's a secret, even from my own brother, but heed my words," said Len, grinning broadly. His cheeks seemed flushed, maybe from the apple-jack; Arii was feeling a little light-headed herself.

When Ned began to push into her she hissed in pain and ground her teeth together. Fortunately Len was waiting for Ned to get settled before he started to use Arii's mouth. Her arse stung mightily, but Ned seemed to take the hint despite his harsh words. And as she began to dilate, Arii realized it wasn't unbearable by any means. He was stretching her wide open, but maybe no wider than she'd been stretched by something really big going the other way, and she was going to be able to manage it.

With a growl of triumph Ned slipped all the way in and Arii let out a yelp, holding up her hand. "Wait just a moment. Let me get used to that."

"Used to it? You love it, you witch!" Ned taunted her. "Come on, open wide for Len."

She did as she was told and moaned, partly in pain but mostly in pleasure, as his slippery cock began to work back and forth in her rectum. Now she could trust herself not to bite she began to suck on Len, and a surge of determination hit her. She was going to take Len all the way in her mouth and she was going to swallow afterwards, just to prove that she could do it if she wanted. And as for what Ned was doing to her...

Arii moaned louder. It was filthy and degrading being fucked in the arse, disgusting, depraved and unnatural, perverse to use that hole when she had another one that was perfectly suited to the purpose, and it was adding insult to injury to lubricate her with the rancid grease they used to waterproof their boots. But the sensation of a hot cock stretching her anus was disturbingly exciting, and taken with the feeling of Len's cock in her mouth at the same time...

"Oh, gods!" Arii gasped, letting Len slip out of her mouth for a moment. "I can't come from this, can I?"

She re-applied herself to her task and felt Ned's thrusting build to a climax, and just as she heard him growl exultantly she moaned aloud herself and sucked Len for all she was worth. Ned's hot spurt arrived in her rear at almost exactly the same moment that Len began to pump his come into her mouth, and Arii fought down the urge to gag and swallowed determinedly. She opened her mouth and gasped for breath, briefly apprehensive in case she was going to be sick again, and then realized that she wasn't, and she thumped the table with the side of her fist, surprised to discover how pleased with herself she felt.

In a daze she felt Ned slide out of her behind, felt herself turned onto her back on the table, felt herself ridden in turn by Benji and Seth and Dair, although she was a little unclear as to the order, and with the last of these Len stretched her arms out over her head and got her to hold her hands together so he could bring himself off between them while she was being vigorously fucked. Arii felt herself swept away by orgasm after orgasm. Once she was thoroughly turned on it took very little fucking to take her over the top again and she felt as though she could carry on coming indefinitely. She was the brutalized, used and abused sex toy of five rough, rude young human men, and she was loving it.

Eventually she became aware that all five of them were clustered around her, touching her here and there, fingering both her sperm-soaked vagina and her greasy anus, stroking and fondling her breasts and nipples, and all of them masturbating in unison. Arii could hardly believe they had a come left in them, but they had one final treat in store for her, it seemed. She was at the centre of a whirlwind of erotic sensation and all at once, apparently on cue, they crowned it by ejaculating over her simultaneously. Jets of hot, sticky fluid landed on her face, in her hair, over her breasts and belly and over her already dripping cunt, and Arii squealed in simulated outrage and genuine delight.




Arii's Travels Ch. 05



Of all the ways for a thief to earn her freedom, Arii thought. Then she felt four of them seize her. Benji and Len had an arm each, holding her upper half immobile, and Dair and Ned each grabbed a leg and spread them wide apart, exposing her cunt to Seth. She couldn't move an inch. Even Benji's half-developed frame was roughly twice as strong as her slender elf-girl's body, and the rest were stronger. She bit her lip, wondering what they had in store for her now.

Seth had the pot of boot-grease and rubbed a generous palm-full over his other hand, and smiled grimly. "What are you going to – Oh!" squealed Arii. "Ow! No, that's too big!"

He was sliding all of his lubricated hand into her, stretching her wide open far more thoroughly than even his thick erection. As she yelped he slid his hand out, then bunched it into a fist. Arii gasped again.

"No, oh please no, Seth, that hurts! It's too big, you're hurting me!" she cried out, struggling in vain as she was securely held by at least ten times her own strength. "Stop it, stop it, please!"

"No," said Seth. His coarse-featured face had turned ugly and he pushed his fist into her cunt, distending it massively. Arii was sure he would split her open, but couldn't even plead now. Searing pain drove the words out of her head and the little she could remember how to say was in Elvish. Mostly, all she could do was scream.

"There, thief," said Seth, catching her by the hair with his left hand and forcing her to look down. "Take a look at that."

His hand was embedded in her cunt up to the wrist. Arii screamed again, and fainted.



Arii's Travels Ch. 06



The world seemed to swim in and out of focus. She felt herself being lifted, heard a sound of clanking and another sound of sloshing, but Arii was unaware of what was happening. She was hiding somewhere safe, where it didn't hurt any more, and that was where she wanted to stay.

Eventually, though, she had to come out again. She was in the inner room, sat laxly in a tin bath that was filled to waist height with warm water, and Seth was washing her gently with a cake of rough soap. By the light of a single candle, she saw that the two of them were alone together.

"Why did you do that?" she asked, and burst into tears before Seth could answer. She sobbed as though her heart would break while Seth finished soaping and rinsing every inch of her, and lifted her out onto a rough off-white towel. "Why did you do that? I was keeping my side of the bargain, I was pleasing all of you – wasn't I?"

"You were," Seth said gently.

"Then why – why – why?" Arii demanded between sobs. "Just for the fun of being cruel?"

He picked her up, wrapped in the towel, and sat on the bed, holding her. She huddled, not wanting to be touched ever again, not by Seth, not by anybody else. "Well, if it was just for that, it wasn't against anything I promised," Seth said, "but it was for a reason. Maybe two reasons."

"I don't understand," sobbed Arii.

"No, you don't," said Seth. "Mostly, you don't understand the difference between a prank and a crime. That's why I did that."

"Why? Because I was enjoying my punishment too much? So for it to be a proper punishment, I had to hurt? Or because I needed more punishment for being a slut?"

"That's not it, exactly," Seth said. "Remember how I told you about the price of a loaf of bread? That's when they find out who did it. I told you what we do to thieves. What I didn't tell you is what happens when nobody saw who did it.

"Now for a start, if you're seen running away from the scene of a crime, and someone yells 'Stop, thief!', or whatever, that's known as the hue and cry. Once the hue and cry's up, anyone can stop you how they like, and if you get hurt or killed, that's your look-out, whether or not you actually did anything.

"But if you do give yourself up, or get dragged in some other way, then there are ways and means, if there's no evidence against you. Sometimes they make you carry a red-hot horseshoe ten paces from the anvil. Then they bind your hands up and on the third day they see if you're burned. Or they get you to swear on the Bible that you're innocent, and the priest gives you a piece of the Host, because that won't go over a lying tongue. Otherwise they take the story to twelve good men and true to hear the case against you, and they have to agree that you're guilty.

"All very well, except that if you ask me, anyone who carries red-hot iron in his hands gets burnt, or if he doesn't, he's got the luck to know some knack that I don't, and it's got nothing to do with whether he's guilty of anything. Or if you've got a crowd looking on ready to swing you from the nearest tree, you're throat's too dry to swallow a hard crust. Or if you go before the jury, you need to hope you're not the village recluse, or a senile old woman who lives alone with just her cat, or a simpleton, or a stranger who looks a bit funny. You see, once a crime's been committed, people like to see someone punished for it."

"What's that got to do with me?" Arii asked.

"Enough," said Seth grimly. "You're light-fingered and soft-footed, and if you hadn't wanted to rub it in, I'm guessing you'd have got well away with our bread before we noticed a thing. That means, wherever you're around, there are likely to be unexplained crimes. Things going missing. Things that don't even seem important to you – but in a land where they'll stretch a man's neck for a lamb, never mind a sheep, or for a silver penny... If I thought that letting you go was going to mean even one innocent person getting the blame for something you'd done, I'd foreswear my oath, and my grandsire's ghost could damn me all he liked. So I came up with this, so you'd remember the lesson. Because anyone seized up for a crime he didn't commit would be really, really wishing to be let off with a fist-fucking and sent on his way. If it takes a piece of brutal cruelty to get the message home, then that's how it's got to be."

Arii looked at Seth through tearful eyes, and suddenly realized that he was hurting too. He couldn't look straight at her, and he was having to hold his voice unnaturally steady. "And then you go and spoil it," she murmured, "by making me see you had a reason."

"More than one reason," Seth answered. "We needed a lesson too. When we first chased after you, the blood was hot in us, as you might say, and we were eager to drag you off and put the frighteners on you. I don't know that we were meaning to follow through right then. Oh, but we did, and in cold blood, and plenty of it. Well, now the boys know what it is to be a rapist, and I hope it's not something we're going to forget, me included. We pushed it to the limit and far beyond until we came up with something violent and horrible. You should see them now, Arii. Guilt and remorse doesn't begin to cover it, Ned included. Well, if it's taught us that there are roads a man shouldn't tread, so much the better."

"May I have my clothes?"

"Of course."

Arii dressed in silence while Seth politely if illogically turned his back. She winced and gasped once or twice as her tight clothing rubbed on one part or another of her bruised body. "All right, I'm dressed," she said. "Seth?"

"What?"

"I know you'll never rape again. And I'll never steal."

She held out her hands to him and, as he stood up, clung to him as though he would save her from drowning.

************

Crowns and thrones have perished and kingdoms risen and waned since then, while my life has gone on unchanging. Seth, I believe, kept his word; I know I did. I never saw him again, though. The memory of the pain went away, although the lesson did not, but it was many years before I passed that way again and the oldest people I listened to barely remembered him. Such is the way of mortal men. He was born in the wrong time and place. He should have been a leader of men – No, Dair was the one that men would have followed, but Seth would have been the guiding light. Well, he is old bones now, as are they all. As for me...

It is in my nature to be able to remember the good and forget the bad. The pleasure, the excitement, that still remains. Pain, fright and degradation – yes, I must have felt those as well, but I have forgotten them. And while men have grown old and died, the memory of those five is still fresh in my mind: masterful Dair, deep Seth, innocent Benji and knowing Len, even cruel Ned. All is remembered without rancour or regret. In truth I believe I got myself caught that day – I know I got myself chased – and I was the richer for it. How fortunate I was, considering how much worse matters might have gone.

I never again wanted to be the plaything of five rough men, but I shed no tears for my lost innocence. Awakened, knowing what delight my body could bring to me and to others, there was no going back for me. Nor did I wish for any; not then, and not since. I have drunk deep at the well of bliss countless times, and yet, when I am alone with no lover but my own hand, I need only close my eyes and I am once again bound by the wrists, dragged bodily off to a rough cot in the woods, where a strong young man will remorselessly undress me and make me pay for my mischief.