3 comments/ 65590 views/ 8 favorites The Peasant Captive Ch. 01 By: ladycass Ashlyn swiped at a lock of hair that clung persistently across her sweat soaked brow. The day was hot and sticky and her work here made it all the more grueling. Her corse cotton gown felt heavy and cumbersome, the shade of brown darkened where the water of her labors had soaked through it. She bent over again, her small but calloused fingers gripping at the fence post she was attempting to pull from the ground. She pulled with all her might, the tendons in her neck standing out as if she were a pretty but ill used plow horse. The post slid out of the ground another few inches, then the piece she had in her hands broke off, and she tumbled back with a small shriek of frustration. "The Devil take this worm rotted fence and my Da' along wi' it" She cursed as she lay back against the ground panting, her disturbed skirts revealed shapely long legs beneath the shapeless dress she wore. Ashlyn was immediately overcome with guilt for her words and closed her eyes with thoughts of what Father Thomas of the village would say of her blasphemous thoughts. The girl was obviously a peasant, no lady would be sent at such a mean task. In fact it was unusual for a young girl to be out doing this sort of work as it was. However, these were hard times and her father was cursed only to have daughters. A fact that of late he was feeling keenly as he struggled to keep up with the local Baron's heavy taxes on their fief. Her father had gone from a loving and doting man to a short tempered fiend who drank a bit too much and used his switch on the girls with little provocation. The fact that he had sent his favorite girl, his red haired beauty of a daughter who had a shape that had the boys from the village sniffing around often, on such a masculine task as pulling old fence poles bespoke greatly of his desperate state of mind. She heaved a heavy sigh as she got back to her feet and again began tugging at the post wishing that the last mule hadn't died in the winter this year. ..... The sun had fallen in the sky before Ashlyn dared begin walking back to her home. She knew if she came before dark with the task incomplete she would likely face the switch across her very sore bottom. In fact, every part of her body was sore and achy from the days labor. Her face was streaked with tears from when she had finally given in and cried. Her hands were a jungle of splinters and cuts. As she crested the hill she was almost too tired to notice that something was wrong. Indeed it took her a moment to stop her stumbling trudge forward. The small and broken hut that her father, mother and two younger sisters lived in was ablaze! The sky lit with the unnatural light of the fire and in the glow she could see the devilish silhouettes of armed men on horses riding about the disaster! She let out a cry and ran forward instinctively. However, as she neared the inferno, she stopped, and ducked back behind some scrubby brush. She had seen something that terrified her. There was a body on the ground near the front door that could be no one but her father. More shocking than that, her mother was on the ground as well, laying on top of a pile of washing that had spilled into the dirt. One of the soldiers was on top of her and she was screaming. Ashlyn's mind swam with confusion. Her first thought had told her that the cottage had caught on fire by accident and the Baron's men were helping to put out the blaze. Her innocent mind slowly grasped the fact that the Baron's men had set the blaze themselves. She lay there face down in the dirt, panting and trying to make herself small. She heard the sobs from her mother as the soldier violated the woman. She peeked her head around unwilling to watch but unable to help herself. Her mother was an older women who was pretty and petite. In her days she had been quite the village beauty. Now years of hard work made her look older than her age. The man was on top of her, fully dressed in his armor except his cod piece which had been pushed aside. Her mothers corse dress had been ripped to the waist, her tattered corset slit open baring her white heavy breasts. The man grunted as he savagely thrust against the woman's upraised skirts. His hands roughly pinched and kneaded the woman's heavy tits. Her head was thrown back and every time the man griped her breasts and slammed his body forward into her she screamed out her agony. "That's it you slut, yelp for me like a bitch in heat!" the man said with a cold leer that chilled Ashlyn's blood. She had never felt so terrified in her life. Her lips and fingers tingled and her blood pounded in her ears. As she watched she slowly became aware that the men were no longer circling the burning shack and were instead gathered in front watching the soldier who was thrusting again and again into her mother. A couple of them were fingering their own crotches and watching with an intensity that made Ashlyn's stomach turn. One however kept looking around and scanning the hills. He was the largest of the men by far and the best dressed. His armor was trimmed in what Ashlyn could only guess to be gold, and he wore a fine red cloak that billowed back over the flanks of the black steed that he was mounted upon. Beside the horse was a large hunting hound, an Irish wolfhound. One of the men dismounted his horse and approached Ashlyn's mother as the other strained and grunted letting out a final hard thrust and a howl of pleasure. Her mother just lay there now, whimpering and shuddering, and didn't even try to get away as the next man mounted her. Ashlyn felt a strangled sob rise in her own throat and muffled her own cry with her hand. At that moment the wolfhound's head perked up and it gazed strait toward Ashlyn's hiding place. Ashlyn froze, she knew that hounds were sight hunters and she wished no notice to be taken of her hiding place. To her horror the dog let out a long bark and bolted strait toward her. The girl's terror overwhelmed her and she bolted upright and tore up the hill away from the oncoming beast. Of course her speed was nothing to match the powerful animal and she was very quickly overtaken. She fell forward against the earth painfully as the powerful dog landed on her back and shoulders. Ashlyn let a hysterical moan out as she felt the powerful jaws of the wolfhound griping around the back of her neck. "HOLD!" A deep and commanding voice rang out behind her. The hound's jaws relaxed a bit, but he laid his whole body down over her small frame, effectively pining her to the dry earth. "I am going to order Titus to release you. When I do so you will stand and turn and face me and make no further effort to run. If you do attempt to run I will run my sword strait through you and leave you cold and dead on these moors. I have already gone through enough trouble this evening to locate the eldest daughter of this little hovel." The man's voice was deep and full of anger and contempt. The very sound of his words made shivers of fear slide down Ashlyn's spine. "Titus RELEASE!" Ashlyn felt the dog immediately let her go and move his weight from her. She lay there for a moment her breasts still crushed into the hard earth. She could feel the blood from a split lip dribbling down her chin. Her normally vibrant red hair was matted and caked with dust from the fall. She stood before the mounted man with her head down. She fixed her gaze on his black leather riding boots. "Well, I have to say that this is a disappointment. I was lead to believe that you were a great beauty. What I see before me is a shapeless slip of a dirty peasant! I will tell you girl that you are responsible for all the trouble down there. Your father was quite irreparably behind on his taxes. My head tax collector informed me that the man's eldest daughter was quite the beauty. Having grown tired of my previous tart I decided that having you as a replacement would be quite the solution. Unfortunately your father was rather bull-headed about it and refused to tell me where you might be. His insolence and your absence caused me to have to damage a perfectly good cottage. Well it is of no matter, I will get work and compensation from you anyway. You may work in my room at the castle as a chamber maid in repair of your father's debts. Bring your grubby little hands up here now my dear." Ashlyn gaped at the man. This man had destroyed her home, killed her family, and up heaved her life to gain a chamber maid?! Looking at him closer she could see who he was. She had only seen him a handful of times before, when he lead a troop of men through the village on occasion. This was the Baron Stephan DeMark the 2nd. He had dark hair, a very intimidating muscular frame, and deep blue eyes that looked almost kind. His attractive face would normally have made a young girl like Ashlyn feel warm and flustered. As it was, his kind eyes only made her more angry and confused with this sudden change in her life. "Please M'Lord, let me go to the village and spare my mother further torment! I am begging you, we have done nothing to deserve this treatment! We work hard for your land and your household! Plea..." Her words were cut short as the powerful man slid from his mount and backhanded her. Her head rocked back and her teeth clicked together harshly. Without further discussion he jerked her hands out in front of her and roughly bound her with a corse fiber rope. Her head throbbed and dark spots obscured her vision as he re-mounted, and gave her a sharp tug forward as he lead his horse into a brisk walk. She stumbled and fell once and was drug several meters before she was able to stumble back to her feet. Her dress was torn and her legs scratched and bleeding. Finally the torture and stress became too much for the girl. She passed out and was dragged for only a moment when Stephan stopped his mount with a curse. He felt quite the idiot for going through all of this trouble to capture such an ugly slave. Now the little chit had passed out. He slid again from his mount and picked her up. As he did so he ripped her bodice down the front more from frustration than interest. As the cloth was ripped away a pair of full, round, and very pert breasts were exposed. Unlike the rest of the girls bruised, dirty, and misused skin her breasts were soft and white. The nipples were hard from the chill night air and a lovely shade of delicate pink. He ran his large hands over them and was pleased by the firm youth he felt there. It made him reconsider and grasp her chin, tilting her face toward him. Perhaps... he thought... this adventure wasn't such a loss after all. If the girl were cleaned and allowed to heal perhaps she would indeed be tolerably attractive. Those rounds breasts and large nipples of hers were certainly making his groin stir to life. Stephan mounted his horse dragging her up in front of him. As he did so he reached beneath the tattered remains of her skirt and ripped aside her worn knickers. His large fingers probed gently between her lips caressing the soft wisps of hair that covered her pussy. She was dry as a bone, but as his index finger slid over her little nub she let a small moan and shifted a bit in her sleep. His finger slid further back toward her opening and he was intrigued to feel the warmth and wetness that had slowly begun to form there. He slid his digit into her slightly and was excited at the slick tightness of this opening of hers. Experimentally he slipped his finger deeper into her and was pleased to find a barrier inside of her that resisted further exploration. He withdrew his hand, wiping his moist finger in her hair to clean it of her fluids. "Well my little peasant girl, it appears you haven't been pierced yet by some over eager village lout. Perhaps with some cleaning you will be quite amusing to me yet!" He muttered as he wrapped one strong arm around her waist and urged his horse into a gallop toward his castle. (To be continued...) The Peasant Captive Ch. 02 Ashlyn awoke on a fragrant pile of soft straw with quite the clatter around her. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked around her. She was in the corner of what appeared to be a large kitchen. Servants were hustling about, stirring steaming pots, hauling platters of sliced fresh bread, and chopping raw carrots and turnips. A small girl wearing a blue dress was on her knees only meters from Ashlyn's head scrubbing the stone floor vigorously. The smell of hot food made Ashlyn's stomach give a growl. The young girl looked up, "Ai, She is awake!" the child cried out in excitement. The kitchen momentarily fell quiet. All of the curious eyes staring at her made Ashlyn feel most uncomfortable, and she tried to scuttle back into the straw. Shortly a tall thin gentleman wearing a blue fine embroidered jerkin approached her. "Miss, I am Robert, Lord Stephan's personal man servant. I was to await here with you until you woke and then escort you off to the bath room. Please rise and follow me." Robert stood expectantly looking at the dirty slip of a girl crouching in the straw below him. Ashlyn rose, clinging to the torn pieces of her bodice in an attempt to cover herself with what was left of her dress. She followed after Robert, thinking that anything must be better than the intense stares of the kitchen staff. What must they think about her? A small and dirty peasant girl with matted red hair, scraped and bloody hands and legs, a torn and open bit of a brown corse dress clinging to her frame. Did they know that Lord Stephan had killed her father and burned her home only to use her as his chamber maid? How humiliating to think that while she had been unconscious on that straw bed her most private parts may have been exposed to Stephan's kitchen servants. She briefly wondered what had become of her mother and two youngest sisters but the thought was fleeting. As she followed Robert down the hallway most of her thoughts were on what was to become of her. Ashlyn was guided into a large room on the first floor. The room was filled with hot steam and lined with flowers. In the center was a marble bath tub like she had never imagined could exist. The tub measured larger than the small loft room that her and her two sisters had shared. Standing in the water in a wet white shift was an older lady with dark brown hair and hard black eyes. Her hair was pulled up into a severe bun and in her hand she held a wooden scrub brush. "Come here girl, and step out of that filthy rag. Robert, bring her here." The woman demanded in an impatient tone. Ashlyn clung to her dress and backed away from the terrible woman until she found her back up against Robert. Robert wrapped his arms around her and began to drag her forward toward the bath. "No! Let me go! I am not supposed to be in here, I just need to go home, PLEASE let me go back to my mother!!" the girl screamed as Robert held her with one hand and tore the remains of her dress from her with his other. The matron strode forward and slapped the struggling girl across the face. "Stop that fussing you stupid little tart! You aren't going home and you aren't going to get me into trouble with your resistance. You are going to be bathed and then placed in Lord Stephan's room. After that you are the Lord's problem!! If you don't stop struggling I will thrash you until you are obedient." Ashlyn was slapped across the face twice more before she collapsed back against Robert. The man's hands gripped her forearms roughly as he walked forward into the water holding her. Her pert nude body was tucked tightly against him as he lead her into the water. Her arms pushed to her sides left her round white breasts exposed to the full view of the matron and Ashlyn felt the woman's eyes crawling over her. The cruel eyes slid down over the girls flat and tight little tummy until they reached her exposed sex. The girls cunt was lightly covered with wisps of fluff as red as her long curly hair. "I see why Stephan's went through all the trouble to retrieve you. You are even better than the last one. Take care not to start putting on airs like she did and you might last a little longer." The matron began rubbing soap and water on the girl, roughly washing her neck, breasts, stomach, and legs. Robert remained behind the nude peasant girl holding her tightly. As she was washed she squirmed and wiggled to get away from the punishing harsh bristles and before long she felt a hard bulge against her where Robert's groin ground into her lower back. "Get her down into the water Robert, hold her legs open so I can wash her well, she smells like a stable boy!" Ashlyn was filled with shame as the two horrible servants pushed her down into the warm water and Robert grasped her legs forcing them apart. His eyes sparkled as her little pussy was exposed fully, the lips of her labia spread by the matron's cruel long fingers. Ashlyn moaned and tossed her head back in an attempt to hide her face as humiliation rolled over her. The matron cruelly slapped the soapy scrub brush down onto the spread lips of the helpless girl. Ashlyn yelped out in pain and shock as the woman began to scrub back and forth down her pink slit. The bristles of the brush slid from Ashlyn's delicate opening up to the nub of her clit and then back again. Robert watched intensely, his gaze going from the scrubbing brush to the frantic face of the young girl being molested. "Flip the tart over Robert" The matron commanded. Robert quickly obliged and with a splash Ashlyn found herself kneeling in the tub with Roberts hands again pulling her limber thighs apart. The girls asshole now was in full view of the servants and the matron quickly applied the brush to cleaning the girl in her most private of areas. Ashlyn sobbed softly as she leaned forward against the tiled edge of the tub and surrendered herself to this debased scrubbing. Robert watched her little asshole intently as the matron applied her brush to cleaning the girl. As she was rinsed of suds he leaned forward and ran his tongue over her puckered little bud. Ashlyn gasped at the new sensation and tried to buck forward, however, the matron quickly stepped forward with a chuckle and griped the girl by the back of the neck. Thus pinned against the edge of the tub Ashlyn could do nothing but fruitlessly struggle as Roberts licked her asshole. She had never imagined such a horrible and embarrassing thing could be done to a person. As her mind was consumed with misery she also began to feel a curious tingle between her legs. She let out a soft moan and instinctively pushed back against the lapping tongue. Her face flushed as she realized what she had done but she quickly lost her feelings of resistance as a tight knot of tension settled into her lower stomach. "Please, please, you have to stop this..." She whimpered as again she writhed backward against the probing wet intruder in her bottom. Robert let go of her thighs and quickly slid his hand between Ashlyn's legs to roughly stroke her swollen clit. It felt immediately like she was going to burst into flames and Ashlyn cried out and clenched her hands around the edge of the tub. "Oh, oh, please... please..." Ashlyn didn't even know what she was begging for now. The tension in her stomach rose and fell as Robert jerked his hands against her nub while he tongued vigorously at her asshole. She realized that the matron was no longer holding her neck as she tossed her head back in extasy. A deep voice that she was growing to know well cut through the air at that very moment, "Why you dirty little slut, what do you think you are doing!?" Ashlyn looked forward to see Lord Stephan standing in the entry way to the bath his hands on his hips, his blue eyes intensely focused on her nude body. She let out a cry and ducked down beneath the water to cover herself. "You kneel there with your legs spread like a bitch in heat as my man servant laps at your sex, yet you dare to hide your body from me?" Stephan asked, amusement creeping into his harsh deep voice. "Robert, quit playing with the little slut and take her to my room. If she is this eager for it I should enjoy her tonight." Ashlyn could say nothing to this to defend herself as Robert wrapped her in a soft towel and picked her up. To her horror he walked into the hallway without even dressing her and carried her down another series of corridors. She kept her arms wrapped around his neck and her head tucked into his chest like a child. Thus she missed the many looks that the servants and guards gave her long legs and wet tangled hair on the way to Stephan's room. Robert dumped her onto a large plush bed with four oak posts that dominated the very masculine bedroom. Directly across the bed was a roaring fire in front of which the hateful wolfhound that had aided in her capture slept lazily. A large closet and a corner table with one heavy chair also adorned the room. On the walls were tapestries depicting great and bloody battles. The whole room was as large and intimidating to her as the man who slept here every night. Give me your wrist, pretty." Robert commanded. Without even thinking of it she held out her wrist. Taking hold of her, Robert jerked her arm up to the top right corner of the bed and quickly locked a thick iron manacle around it. "Just a precaution, wouldn't want you jumping out the window before his Lordship has a chance to take his amusement in you." Robert whispered with a smirk. "Please Robert, I am hungry, may I have something to eat?" Ashlyn pleaded. "I will bring it to the attention of his Lordship. Until then, please do stay put." With this Robert turned and left the room. Ashlyn was left with nothing to do but wait here with trepidation for Stephan's arrival The Peasant Captive Ch. 03 Ashlyn laid still on Baron Stephan's massive bed for a good deal of time before her eyes went to the iron manacle that encircled her small wrist. Could she get out of it? Experimentally she tugged against it and found it very snug. She took her untethered hand and compressed the bulge of her thumb against her palm. She pulled again, applying consistent pressure, this time the manacle painfully slid a couple inches over the bulk of her hand. A moment of excitement pulsed through her, she knew she could likely escape this manacle! Then these thoughts came to a rude halt. If she did escape where would she go? Her home was burned to the ground and she was in an inner chamber of a castle that was so massive she wasn't sure exactly how to exit. Most of the kitchen staff and many other servants of the castle had already seen her and would recognize her. Would any of them risk Lord Stephan's wrath and assist her? If she did get back to the village who would be willing to help her there? What did she know of other places than the village she had grown up near and the family that her Lord had destroyed in gaining her? She had never traveled more than a half day's walk away from where her mother had birthed her. She felt like her heart was breaking as she slid her hand back completely within the manacle. She was surrendering to the hopelessness of this abrupt change in her life. Is it worth fighting something when you are truly helpless to change your circumstances? What small measure of personal pride she had always had in her life came from the hard work that her family did and the small bit of land that, while they didn't own, had been cared for by her family for generations. All of that was gone now. She was alone and would have to function within this new reality. The light in the room waned and no sound filled the room except the occasional gurgle of Ashlyn's stomach as it asserted its need for food to her. She had not eaten in more than 24 hours now and she ached from it. Finally the silence was broken by the heart stopping sound of the lock being turned in the door. The door opened and soft light permeated the hall as Robert stepped into the room holding a candelabra. He walked forward and Ashlyn saw that behind him followed Baron Stephan DeMark the 2nd. Lord Stephan was a large and powerfully built man. To the common girl who had only seen him a few times before now he seemed a different breed of person than the peasants she grew up with. His stature and bearing was that of a God to her. His dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and strait muscular frame all called to mind some vengeful God of ancient times. One of those Gods that was now forbidden. The sort of Deity that demanded worship with fire and sacrifice of blood. The thought make Ashlyn shudder and she curled her body into the corner of the bed, trying to cover her nudity, as Stephan watched her. Robert moved to start a fire in the hearth, and Stephan walked forward to the end of the bed, intent upon the small vulnerable girl tethered to the top right post. "I am far from disappointed now, the girl cleans up well Robert." Stephan remarked in a dry and almost disinterested tone. "Yes my Lord, her face is pleasing, and her body is tight and young. Just wait until my Lord's hands stroke that soft skin of hers and feel the firmness of those round little breasts." Robert responded to this while finishing his task at the fire. His words made Ashlyn gasp and begin to shake. "Robert please bring some bread, cheese, and mulled wine to us. After that your services will no longer be needed tonight." Stephan ordered, still never taking his eyes from the cringing girl. He was already feeling his cock twitch and rise as he thought of the fun he would have in breaking this girl to his needs. Shortly after there was a tray of food beside the bed and Stephan sat at the foot of it drinking a glass of wine, still not having spoken any more to Ashlyn. He watched her as she watched him eating. After a few moments of this she softly murmured, " Mi' Lord, may I please have a bit of bread? I haven't eaten in a very long time and I am weak with hunger." Stephan smiled at her as he said, " Yes, I would imagine that you are indeed hungry. You can't have eaten a bit since I brought you here. What is your name girl?" "Ashlyn, My Lord." she replied in a whisper. "Ashlyn is a wonderful name, it sounds like a flower. Well Ashlyn before I feed you I must teach you a little about the workings of the world. You see, no one in this world has possessions or eats food that does not earn that comfort. Those like me earn the comforts I have by providing protection, leadership, and care to those who serve me. In return I am able to take what I want from life. The servants each provide a service by which they earn a keep in my household. The serfs farm my lands and provide me with the bounty with which to take care of my vassals. Your father for example was unable to provide service to me adequately so I demanded a different sort of payment from him." At this Ashlyn could not help a small sob escaping from her lips as she looked away from him. "It all must seem so cruel to a simple girl like you. Yet it is the way that God had structured the world. You must not fight the natural order of things Ashlyn. Now, to discuss your place in this world. Obviously you have value and you have been chosen for a very special job. Your only task now will be to please and obey me. Your food, shelter, and clothing is thus dependant on your ability to please me. Do you understand this Ashyln?" Stephan had not moved his gaze from her body the whole time he spoke these words. "Yes Mi' Lord." Ashyln agreed. "Now before you are fed, you must do something to bring me pleasure." Stephan moved up the bed and from his pocket pulled a silver key. He swiftly freed her wrist from the manacle and remained pressed close to the shivering naked girl. "Undo my britches Ashlyn." Stephan ordered as he firmly stroked his hand down the soft curve of her shoulder blades and back. Indeed her skin was soft and firm to his touch as Robert had promised. Ashlyn immediately set to attempting to undo the buttons that fastened together the soft doe skin britches. Her complete lack of experience in doing this and her shaking fingers soon proved her awkward at this task and she fumbled with the buttons for some time with little result. She became aware of a growing hard bulge in the Lord's lap as her inept fingers pushed and brushed against him. Finally she got the buttons undone and she gasped and moved back as Stephan's ridged cock sprang free from it's confinement. She had never seen one so close before, and the time that she had seen one it had been soft and small, vulnerable looking. This was a proud and jutting massive cock. The soft pink skin was wrinkled over the thick shaft of it, and a large bulb of a head crowned the top. Ashlyn quickly averted her eyes and started to move away. Stephan increased his pressure on her lower back and forced her up against him so she was laying on her stomach, her head against his muscular thigh and her face inches from his terrifying member. "Calm yourself Ashlyn. You had best get accustomed to seeing my cock as it will be your chief duty to worship and please it." Stephan ordered her in a firm voice that was thick with his lust. "Now I want you to lean forward and lick it. Then take it into your mouth and suckle it like a baby sucks on her mothers breast." "My Lord! No! I couldn't do such a thing!" Ashlyn's mind swam at the very thought of using her mouth on a man's private part Without any warning Stephan's hand was firmly entangled in the thick red mass of her hair and with a strong jerk he flipped her onto her back on his bed. His other hand went quickly to her right nipple and his large hard fingers cruelly pinched that soft pink nub as he held her there by her hair. Ashlyn screamed a howl of agony that was so piercing it must have been audible down the long corridors of the castle. "Girl you will NEVER again tell me no! The slightest resistance from you to my wishes will be harshly punished! If you disobey me again I will hang you by your arms and beat you with a leather strap until you bleed!" Stephan growled these words out with his face centimeters from the girls screaming mouth and wide open eyes. Each word was punctuated by a severe jerk on her nipples and each time he did so she yelped. "PLEASE, please ... I will be good and obedient. OH MY LORD! Please, oh please stop!!" Ashlyn howled begging desperately. Stephan let go of Ashlyn abruptly and moved to sit away from her. "Come here and do as I told you Ashlyn." For a moment Ashlyn laid there on her back her body violently shuddering. She sat up then and crawled forward into Lord Stephan's lap. Her breath came in quick gasps and her face was streaked with tears. "Take a moment to calm yourself Ashlyn. I want this done properly." Stephan said almost gently as he stroke her wet face and wiped her tears away. Ashlyn pressed her face down against his thigh and after a short time her breath slowed and she looked back at his cock. The member was semi-hard now, the head having receded into the foreskin. It was slightly bent forward toward her and she reached out and took it between her fingers. Stephan let out a growl of pleasure as she touched his cock and she could feel the veins at the base twitch slightly in her hand. She slid forward, moaning as her abused nipple was crushed against his thigh. She lay over his lap with her round buttocks in the air as she tentatively licked his cock. It quickly grew back to it's previous girth and the head emerged once more. "Pull my foreskin back into the base of it and put it into your mouth girl." Stephan ordered in a strained voice. Ashlyn immediately did as he told her. She griped his skin and slid her hand down until the skin was tight and she opened her mouth taking the large head into her lips. She began to suck on it as she would a bit of honey candy. The skin was so soft against the inside of her mouth and she experimentally licked at it. It tasted salty. "Move it in and out of your mouth. Take as much as you can into your mouth Ashlyn." The girl started to do this. She quickly found that she couldn't go very deep as she pushed too far and gagged hard against it. Instinctively she pulled away from him. But as she did, he gripped her head again and kept her mouth around his dick. He began to push her head forward and back on his cock and Ashlyn was flooded with helpless panic at her lack of control of the penetration. "Watch that your teeth don't scrap me girl!" Stephan hissed as he pushed her head vigorously up and down. Ashlyn tried to do as he told her as he forced her to take his cock further and further into her mouth. He got into a pattern of withdrawing so her lips and tongue slid against the head of his cock and then quickly shoving his dick deep into her until it hit the back of her throat. Ashlyn gagged and began to struggle and he violently fucked her face. She tried to breath through her nose but often the dick was shoved into her throat just as she needed to gasp for air. Her mouth was full of spit and it dribbled over her lips and onto his legs as he pistoned quickly in and out of her mouth. "Oh yes slut, get ready... I am going to fill your mouth with my seed and you are going to swallow it down for me. If you spill a drop you will get no dinner tonight girl!" Stephan cried as he slammed the girls head forward once more. Her weak hands pushing against his thighs as she struggled to pull back to get some air only excited him more. He let out a grunt as he forced her head all the way down on his cock. He shoved until the tip was lodged in her very throat. The contractions and gagging action of her throat as she fought desperately felt amazing to him and he began to spurt his load into her. She felt like she was about to die, her throat was crammed full of his cock as he ground her face down onto his lap. She was gagging but unable to move back. She felt her throat filled with hot liquid as his dick spurted over and over into her. Finally when he let her go she violently pushed back coughing and sputtering for air. Her lungs burned and her throat was raw and painful. Ashlyn curled into a ball sobbing as she continued to cough and gag. Stephan laid back against the covers as the last of his orgasm receded. He looked at Ashlyn and took in her tear filled eyes, her red abused face, and her knotted and tangled hair. Stephan smiled and moved over to her stroking her arm. "You did good my little one. You pleased me quite well for your first time. Soon you will learn to relax more and let me enter your throat without so much fuss. For now we will consider this training for you. Come here now and lay across my lap and I will feed you." Ashlyn crawled forward over Stephan's lap. She lay against his now flaccid penis and slowly her breathing calmed. Her throat still burned the way it did when she swallowed a sip of water the wrong way. Stephan tore off a hunk of cheese and some bread and began to feed her. Each piece of food was torn into a small bite sized morsesl before he placed it in her lips. He stroked her hair as she ate and she became more and more calm. A strange warm feeling came over her as he treated her with gentleness. She wondered how he could be so cruel and demanding and then minister to her like this. She felt a strange satisfaction knowing that he was pleased and she was gaining a reward for the degrading thing he had just done to her. His hand lifted her head as he brought his own cup of wine to her lips and held her there as she drank. The food and drink washed away the burn in her throat. They sat like that a while. When she had finished eating Stephan moved her back so she was laying on the bed open to his view. As he looked over her he focused on the cleft between her legs and he felt his cock begin to stir again. This night was far from over for his new little toy, he thought to himself. There was still the taking of her virginity to look forward to. Ashlyn watched him with innocent eyes awaiting his next actions.