2 comments/ 28314 views/ 6 favorites Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 01 By: Rhythm_N_Ooze Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 1 Introduction His gleaming and swollen erection thrust eagerly into her responsive slot. Her legs wrapped tightly round his waist as his limber cock stretched her vagina to surfeit and extended into her until his fleece covered balls slapped noisily against her squirming bottom. Small gurgles of passion trickled from her lips as her legs stretched out wide and her pent up orgasm shuddered through her. The lovers were oblivious to the rising tumult in the road outside their window. With one last massive heave, they met as one, their cries of fulfillment drowning all other distractions. Reluctantly the man rolled over, revealing the object of his lust, a tall lithe blonde woman who smiled at him lovingly. Her proud breasts jutted flirtatiously from her chest, nipples still stiff with tension and her hands yet fidgeting between her thighs as though her ardour was not yet assuaged. Her yawning hole, ringed with reddish fur and topped with her surprisingly large erection, was rosy and moist. The blonde man smiled back at her, as he rolled to his back. His prodigious cock glistening with their conjoined spendings and still partly erect, lolled lazily between his legs until it folded over his splendid balls and trickled its remaining exudate. Slowly, the noise outside penetrated their reverie and the man moved quickly to window and lifted the curtain. What he saw filled him with fear for himself, his wife and their daughters who slept down the hall. Sword wielding men were running pell mell down the street, some breaking open doors, some in close combat with villagers and still others engaged in various depravities with captured men and women. Already, dead and dying people littered the street. A man waddled out of a cottage with a young girl kicking and screaming under each arm. Once outside he dropped them to the ground side by side and sat on them. The blonde man recognized them as the daughters of his neighbour, Ulfrit, and her younger sister. Grasping the neck of Ulfrit's dress, he ripped it down to her navel, uncovering her quivering, still ripening, breasts to his unrestricted gaze and active fingers. Very soon, both girls lay naked in the mud where he rudely fondled their hitherto untapped charms. A man riding by on a horse, swung down beside the captor and seized the younger girl around the waist. Lifting her high above his head he lowered her until she sat on his shoulders and his mouth was buried between her thighs. Then, with a deft adjustment turned her head downward and continued his assault on her virginal slit from this stance, her head resting on the saddle. Righting her and placing her on her feet he laughed aloud as he grasped the small mounds of her breasts and squeezed them cruelly, before pushing her aside to chase after the more voluptuous form of Bella who struggled under two lust driven youths. Bella's skirt was already hoisted high while one of the youths struggled to impale her wriggling sex. While this took place, the girl's captor retrieved her and dragged the two naked girls back into the house from which he had carried them and where the blonde man had no uncertainty as to their momentary fate. The rider quickly remounted and rode up the street toward Bella where he swept her off the ground and sat her on the horse facing him, depriving her frustrated pursuers of their quarry. As he rode by the window again, Ingemar saw his prick bound in and out of her beleaguered slit, piercing her to his balls as he rode away. Quickly, Ingemar dropped the curtain and ran to his wife. "Quickly Alexia, you must get dressed and hide. Raiders are rampaging and looting in the village." Alexia rose and pulling on her underthings, threw a light frock on. "Hide here in the wardrobe. Make sure you get well behind the clothes. They will probably not look too closely. I'm sure that clothes are not very high on their list of loot. I will get the girls and hide them in the false cupboard downstairs." "Go quickly, Ingemar, they're getting closer." They kissed quickly and Ingemar ran down the narrow loft stairs to the room where their daughters still slept while Alexia burrowed behind the clothes in the wardrobe and crouched down in the corner. Ingemar hurried into the girl's room and found them, as was their wont, huddled together in the bed, bedclothes wrapped round their shoulders. On another day Ingemar night have lingered over the sight of the three beautiful maidens whose nighties had so charmingly ridden up to reveal innocent young vulvas feathered like protective nests. Young Winifred's arm encircled Alana's more womanly body, her hand cupping a liberated breast that had escaped its confinement. He briefly wondered whether they indulged in more than just sleeping when they went to bed, but, this was no day for dalliance and daydreaming. He roused the three girls and after they had dressed, quickly hurried them to the living room where he opened the false cupboard, pushed them inside and then slammed it closed. He was none too soon for at that moment he heard violent pounding at the door. Lifting his broadsword from its perch on the wall he waited for the raiders to break through. 1. An Arrival at Saint Michel The austere grey stone building stood alone on foreboding moors, indifferent to the ebb and flow of life within and without it. Sparse trees bent and warped from relentless winds scarcely reached the bottom of the second floor windows. A twisted rutted road, muddied from the recent rains stopped abruptly at two massive oak gates blackened with age. Approaching this inhospitable place, an open cart rumbled along the fog bound road its creaks and groans swallowed by the wind. Two bedraggled female passengers wrapped in an oilskin sat in the cold drizzle behind a sad looking driver. He, huddled under an oilskin with another woman, whipped the horse onward in a desultory manner. The man and the women, hunched together for warmth; scarves wrapped around their heads to protect them from the rain. At the gates, the driver crawled out of his seat and limped up to the doors and taking a large black pull-rope in his hands he pulled strongly. A dull clang from a distant bell was barely audible over the continuous whistling of the wind. The gates swung open slowly. Remounting, the driver whipped his horse into motion and the cart lurched slowly into the courtyard. It stopped in front of an imposing set of doors set into the front of the house like prison gates. On the top step a tall sister dressed in black and of indeterminate age waited in silence. The two women in the back scrambled out of the cart and stretched their stiff muscles before thanking the driver and ascending the stairs. Waiting until the others climbed the steps, the third woman reached up and kissed the driver lightly on the lips before following the other women. The driver swung into the wagon seat and left with no further communication and disappeared out of the gates that swung closed with a hollow thud. Up close, the house looked more like a prison than a religious retreat but perhaps the difference was immaterial. "Come with me." Intoned their welcomer as the women approached the top of the stairs. The reception area inside the building, though ill-lit and somewhat dank, was a pleasant relief from the unremitting drizzle on the outside. "You can take off your wet things and put them in the closet by the door," the authoritative voice said "then, follow me." She led the three women down a long dark corridor and stopped at a door some two thirds of the way along and rapped quietly. A muffled voice said "Come in." and they entered. The head of the order, who was surprisingly young, possibly in her late thirties, rose from behind her desk and approached each woman in turn and embraced them. "Welcome sisters. Please ... sit." She stated, indicating some chairs. They sat, thankful to be off their feet. "You are I believe sisters in more than just the religious sense are you not?" "Yes Mother" one of the women stammered, curtsying clumsily. She was a tall statuesque blonde woman in what appeared to be her early twenties. Pointing to the shortest of the three girls, who possessed silky auburn hair, piercing blue eyes and perfectly formed facial features, she said. "This is Winifred, my youngest sister. And this is Evelyn." Indicating the taller woman with jet black hair and pale grey eyes. "My name is Alana." "And your ages?" "I am twenty one, Evelyn is twenty and Winifred eighteen." "And you want to join our order?" "We are orphans, our parents were either killed or captured in a raid on our village. We felt we needed a place where we could be safe. We have always gone to church and we are willing to serve God if he can keep us safe." "Ah, a neat evasion of my question. But no matter. You say your parents were killed or captured. This must have been a grave shock for you all." The women looked uncomfortable and tears began to leak from Evelyn's eyes. "Yes it was terrifying. We were hiding in the house, we thought they would find us and ... you know, these men are so barbaric. We saw what they did to other people in our village. Horrible things" "It must have been terrible" said the abbess placing her arm around the younger girl's shoulders. "Well, I suppose you must all be tired from your long journey and I will not overtax you with questions now. I'll have Sister Serena take you to a room. For the time being you can stay together but we believe in individual privacy and will eventually arrange for separate rooms for you." She went to the door where Sister Serena was waiting and asked her to take them to their designated room. Without speaking she motioned the women to follow her and strode purposefully down the corridor. She led them up two flights of stairs to a fairly large room that, though sparsely furnished, contained a large bed and several wardrobes. She indicated without speaking that supper would be served in two hours and that she would be back to show them to the dining area. She left the room closing the door gently. The three women examined the room carefully. They discovered a small bathroom consisting of a sink and toilet off the main room but little else. The room being an inside room, had no windows and the walls seemed solid. The women after relieving themselves finally sat on the bed and began to discuss their position. "Well, it doesn't seem so bad so far," said Alana "At least the Abbess seems friendly enough." "I can't help thinking about mother and father." Sobbed Winifred. The two older girls put their arms around her. "Yes, it was terrible. They were terrible men, evil men. But, Alana you haven't told us what happened when those men broke in. You were the only one of us who could see. We could only hear them torturing mother and father." Said Evelyn. "You wouldn't want to know" "Tell us please we need to know what happened to our parents." "I don't think you would. It was gruesome and obscene and ..." At this stage Alana's voice broke with emotion. "But we must know, or we will forever carry this pain" Winifred rejoined. "Well I'll try to tell you but I warn you it is not nice." She sat on one of the beds with her sisters gathered around her and began her tale. 2. The Ravishment of Alexia (Alana's Tale) "After we were locked in the secret cupboard, it was probably only fifteen minutes before the men broke the door in. Father was magnificent, three of them lay dead before they finally overpowered him. I thought they would kill him there and then but they didn't have the decency to do that. They tied his hands behind him and asked him where his family was. At first he told them he didn't have one, but a man brought in some of our clothes from the bedroom. When he refused to answer, they beat him savagely. But still he did not answer. Others went around the house looting and searching, fired by the sight of our nighties. They found mother's hiding place quickly and dragged her downstairs. By the time they reached the living room her dress was torn and the men dragging her were obscenely pawing her. Some of them were fumbling with her clothes, trying to get them off, but the leader of the men curbed them and told two of them to bind father securely." He looked sternly at the men "How many times have I told you that with women it is better to establish your dominion over them slowly. If you terrorize them, your recreation with them is invariably dissatisfying. Isn't it better to have a willing victim than an unresponsive lump of wood." He gazed immodestly at mother, licking his lips absently. Suddenly he returned from his meditations and seemed settled on a course of action. Oscar regarded the beautiful woman in front of him. Her strawberry blonde hair reached below her shoulders and her simple clothing did nothing to conceal her well-developed breasts that jutted provocatively, tightly stretching the thin fabric of her dress that had been partially pulled from her shoulders. His eyes fixed on her slender white legs revealed graciously by his overstimulated underlings and traversed them from her well turned ankles to the veiled mound of her sex. Though her sex was concealed by modest knickers, the rippling bulge of an itinerant hand exploring this unseen realm of possibilities, attracted him and fanned his growing lust. The woman watched him fearfully through strikingly dark eyes and he was certain, when her face abruptly reddened, that she sensed his thoughts and the object of his contemplation. She exuded a sexuality belied by her modesty. He could almost smell the salty musk of her sex calling to him and stiffening his cock. From her humiliating perspective Alexia regarded the leader of these coarse men. He was tall and broad, with a rugged unshaven face framed with curling dark blonde hair that was sprinkled with red. His unabashed scrutiny unnerved her. When his eyes dropped to her barely concealed private parts her heart began to hammer in her chest and her face turned a deep shade of crimson. Her nipples tightened spontaneously as she recognized the growing longing reflected in his blue eyes. She struggled vainly as one of her captors slid his hand inside her underpants and roughly pulled and pinched her pubis until he insinuated his thick work roughened finger into the narrow cleft. Quickly discovering the hard nub of her passion he began rolling and teasing it mercilessly. Her struggles seemed merely to enhance the effectiveness of his technique and she realized that despite her mounting fear, her well educated vagina was reacting in its customary manner to this crude stimulation. Yet, she could not give these brutes the satisfaction of humiliating her this way. While she struggled to preserve her composure, her dress was torn from her shoulders and large rough hands grasped her breasts from behind as though they were plucking ripe pumpkins from the vine. Her nipples were squeezed and twisted between finger and thumb until she cried out, while other hands smacked the tender mounds until they blushed hotly and the dark circled nipples stood out provocatively. Her self control almost completely collapsed under this terrible assault on both her modesty and courage. Oscar watched the woman's face closely as one of his stalwarts groped inside her underthings. He was amazed that her split peach had not already been plucked and its yielding core plundered by his lecherous followers eager to gorge cravings aggravated by many weeks away from wives and lovers. He could only conclude that given her beauty the men had been unable to settle on who would stretch her bearded furrow first. While he watched, a particularly impatient bravo pulled her dress from her shoulders, ripping the bodice to expose lilywhite breasts. They showed the gentle curves of middle age, but were visibly perfect in size and proportion. Tipped with wide dark areolae, they hinted of her sensual nature. Their perfection inflamed her assailant and he crudely spanked her liberated breasts until they glowed a deep carmine, her beleaguered nipples pouting from their dark brown areolae. As tears leaked from her eyes and she bit her lip desperately, he ascertained that, in spite of her show of self control and the crudity of the men's advances, she betrayed a powerful sensuality that she seemed fearful of displaying. His mind suddenly made up, the leader of the barbarians spoke. "You need perhaps an illustration. I will show you an intriguing aspect of women. In a few minutes your wife," he said turning to father, "will spread her legs and welcome my stiff cock into her hot little haven. Even though she fears and dislikes me, she will buck and grind like any common whore and take pleasure in the game." He turned to the men who were holding mother. One of the hirelings had now lifted her skirt and placed his hand down the front of her knickers where he first ran it up and down before slowly impelling it backward and forward. Whatever he was doing I couldn't tell, but it made mother whimper and cry. Another man pulled her dress from her shoulders and slapped and squeezed her uncovered breasts until the leader said. "Remove the rest of her clothes and lay her down here, close to her husband so that he will miss none of his wife's exploits. I need a volunteer to hold her arms. I will take care of everything below her waist." Mother was forcibly disrobed and laid kicking and crying on the floor in front of Papa. Men jockeyed for the office of arm holder in anticipation of future reward. Father's face was like thunder but, as he was bound and gagged securely and could neither move nor talk he was powerless to intervene. The men standing around stared lustfully at the nude figure of mother. She was so beautiful, her face wet but still proud. Her breasts, glowing red from their spanking stood out firmly from her heaving chest. She kept her thighs locked, preventing the monsters from getting a good view of her sex. The leader, undaunted proceeded to stroke mother's breasts, stretching and pinching her nipples shamefully, until they looked like little dark brown wine corks. He wasn't really rough with her, but I could see that mother was horrified by the liberties he was taking. "See her nipples stiffen. Anyone, prince or beggar can make her breasts respond, she has no control over them. But take notice of the little mouse between her legs as I kindle her fire." He leaned over her and took first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He mouthed and nibbled, sucked and stretched her available nubs. "Observe the length of her stiffened nipples. Evidence of children perhaps, but where are they? This delectable morsel could hardly have worn all the nighties we discovered unless she is very slothful, which I doubt. Perhaps they're married and left But she is still young, this mother. Well taken care of, her breasts still firm and supple. Are all the clothes in the extra room hers? One can only surmise. We can be certain that she does not open her legs for just anyone and has not spoiled her body with too many children. Perhaps she has hidden them somewhere in the village. If so we will find them. Perhaps if they are girls, virgins perhaps, they are ready to spit themselves on the stiff prick of a vigorous man. Think of having the whole family to dally with. That stirs the cock does it not." Alexia was mortified as the rough soldiers ripped her clothes off her. Their hands pawed her relentlessly as they relished their depraved task. Hands groped her liberated breasts and clutched at her exposed pubis until she was settled on the floor. One man held her arms behind her back whilst the leader walked over to her. She blushed wildly when he whispered in her ear, telling her what he was going to do to her. He pulled and teased her burning hot nipples, and she welcomed the respite he gave when he took each nipple in turn into his mouth and ran his rough, wet tongue over it, sending involuntary shivers through her. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 01 "What beautiful breasts you have. I see that your husband has not exercised these delicate nubs excessively, yet they must be seasoned so that you can pleasure men with them. You must always remember what they are for. Some might say they are for suckling babes. Myself, I think they are for tempting men." While he continued with his observations he continued to tease and play with mother's breasts and nipples. He nibbled her neck and ears and kissed her voraciously, whispering things into mother's ears that made her blush violently. Mother's nipples were dark and erect from his teasing and sucking, but the most unbelievable thing was that the dark blue crease of her slit now betrayed a faint tinge of pink that widened noticeably as his hands teased her breasts and started to stroke the inside of her thighs from her knees to her bush. The small lips that concealed the furry crinkle between her legs seemed fatter and protruding, pouting imprudently to expose its salmon pink interior. The leader then whispered something to mother that made her gasp aloud. He was obviously disappointed with her response because he moved to her thighs and pinching her sharply on the inside of each thigh, forced her legs apart. Then he pushed her onto her back and lifted her legs perpendicular to her body, and pushed them back over her body until she was bent double with only her back and shoulders touching the floor. He instructed the man holding her arms to hold her outstretched legs as wide as possible. The man, quickly complied with his leader's commands, stretching them so wide that the chink of mother's sex split apart to gape pink and glossy. The leader sat next mother's legs and grasping the soft lips of her vulva, spread them wide to reveal the pink interior to all. "You were a lucky man to have such a soft plaything." He said to Father as he stretched the moist flesh apart and ran his finger through the groove "Ah .. she is moistening nicely. I think we must have interrupted some intimate play, but fear not she will yet yield herself to more prurient passions, though she is still not yet completely prepared for wifely duties. However, we shall soon change that." When she heard this, mother started to scream and cry. The man turned her slightly to one side and slapped her hard on the bottom. A red hand mark spread over her bottom. "Quiet woman or it will go bad for your man here. Rolf, if she cries out like that again, cut off her man's left hand." At this, mother became silent and passive. "That's better" he said. The relentless assault on Alexia's neck and breasts was beginning to have its inescapable outcome. She waited expectantly for each oral interlude unable to dispute his growing dominion. Like an itch that couldn't be scratched, her moistening vulva throbbed spontaneously, kindling shafts of pleasure that rippled through her psyche, paring back her modest virtue. She felt the lips of her sex thickening in instinctive anticipation. He whispered to her again. "You are feeling easier now, aren't you, my little plaything? Your mouse wants comfort, no? I think it's time for you to open your little mouse up and show me your charms. Let me see how wet you have become." "Never!" she gasped and he looked at her severely. He shifted his body and she immediately felt sharp pinches on the delicate inner parts of her thighs forcing her thighs apart. She screamed as her legs were splayed out and then pulled back above her head. His surprisingly gentle hands took hold of the soft inner lips and parted her sex for all to see. She was ashamed. Surely they could all see her moistness and realize that she had lost all control over her intimate spot. She knew she would be lost if he touched her sensitive nub, which she was sure must be standing out stiff and red. He turned and talked to Ingemar and then as if he read her mind, first grasped and fondled her clitoris between finger and thumb and then drew his finger from the slippery opening to her vagina back to her tense nodule of pleasure. She screamed and tried to escape. She was shocked as he hit her right buttock a stinging blow closely followed by one to the left. He then said something to his assistant who spread her legs even further and she felt the last most cruel slap on her exposed pubis and clitoris. He told her to be quiet or he would mutilate Ingemar. She realized that for his sake she must not fight. Her pubis throbbed wildly and she was startled to realize that, as the leader's fingers recommenced their assault she was pressing herself against his fingers; seeking a quick release. The leader turned his attention again to mother's sex. He stretched the folds of her sex apart with one hand and eased a finger from his other hand up to the knuckle into her. Her body tensed and I heard her take a sharp intake of breath. "It is better already is it not. Even in these conditions with an audience looking on, a man, in fact any man touching your wet and puckered furry mouth brings you on. Feel how my caresses wear away your reserve and inspire your slot to release its female elixir. Your warm wet slit begins to itch for release. Already you can sense this. Smell your passion on my fingers. Taste your tangy wetness. Your female perfume is a powerful lure to all men. Your scent is so delicate, yet with the power to stiffen any man." He withdrew his finger and began to move it up and down her sex pausing at the top of each stroke and rotating his finger before urging it downward again to slip into her taut vagina. With his finger inserted, he bent it and searched out the ridged roof of her vagina just behind her pubic bone and ran his finger across it. After some minutes he stopped holding the folds of her sex apart. Indeed there was no need to, as they had expanded to reveal the fur trimmed gash of glistening pink, which had previously been known only by her husband. He continued his procedure for some few more minutes, sometimes stroking the bumps he located in her vagina, sometimes tapping this area before plunging two fingers deeply into her sex. Mother gave a strangled cry and inhaled sharply as she remembered his warning. The man withdrew his fingers and first placed them under her nose, then made her suck them. He thrust them into mother again and this time placed them under father's nose. "Smell your woman, it makes you hard does it not." Then he stroked them across father's cheek leaving wet streaks. "She is coming along nicely wouldn't you say. Even you cannot claim to be unaffected by her being brought on by a complete stranger who you hate" Father struggled uselessly as the man unfastened the front of Father's britches and released his cock that stuck out like a flagpole. The man then returned to mother. He removed a small pot from a pocket in his jerkin and scooped out some of its contents onto his fingers and massaged into the soft flesh of her breasts. His fingers massaged the lotion into her stiffened nipples and dark brown areolae until they possessed a healthy glow. More of the salve was smeared within her sex, where a liberal amount was impelled well into her moist vagina and worked in with the slow rotation of his two fingers. This operation also advanced his assault on her modesty while expanding her snug haven in readiness for its approaching tryst. He rubbed it around and over the pink swelling at the top of her slit, while slowly penetrating her sex with two fingers from his other hand. Mother's face was flushed and I could see that her hips were almost imperceptibly moving in response to his indecent massage. I could now hear sucking noises as his fingers slowly entered and retreated from her vagina. Mother's mouth was slightly open and her breathing was ragged. The man who had been holding mother now sat behind her holding only her legs and observed the proceedings intently. Although he had released mother's arms she seemed unable or unwilling to resist the stranger's efforts. The leader increased the tempo of his strokes and his finger at the top of her slit flickered faster and harder. Mother's hips began to rotate at first slowly and then more quickly from side to side as her legs spread further apart allowing the man unimpeded admission to her slit. I could see that the man was now thrusting three fingers into her gaping hole. Abruptly he stopped this procedure and smeared more of the lotion into the crack of her bottom where he used one finger to press it into her bottom. Then, he rested his hand against her sex, his fingers hovering at the entrance to her vagina as he started to again toy and play with mother's breasts. He licked her neck and face and compelled her to kiss him. Her hips rose up to his hand, driving his fingers into her supple orifice and squeezing them with rhythmic constrictions, before sinking to the floor and then lifting and immersing them again in her well primed slot. The man allowed her do this for some minutes before removing his hand. Her yawning sex seemed wet and rosy and the look that flickered across mother's face seemed almost like disappointment. The man unfastened his pants and with a strong thrust, pushed his member deep into her. As he prodded, her hips, at first passive, began to heave slightly against each thrust. Mother, her eyes closed, heaved and bucked and suddenly stiffened her legs and with numerous aahs and ohhs impelled her hips against his body forcing his member deep within her. His grunts and groans showed that he experienced great pleasure from driving his thing into mother and white foam spurted from around his member as they both cried out together. I could tell and was shocked to realize that from the emotion I could hear in mother's voice, she had enjoyed what he had just done to her. Just watching and hearing them gave me a tickly feeling between my legs and my throat felt dry. Scared by what might happen to Ingemar if she struggled or resisted, Alexia endured the lewd attentions of her tormentor. Her sex burned hotly from its recent punishment, but he spread something on her breasts and inside her slit that cooled and soothed her inflamed parts. When his finger shifted from her vagina to her responsive knob, circling and lifting it, waves of desire that she could not suppress washed through her. Her slick vagina greedily absorbed the fingers entering her, enfolding them in its gentle embrace. Oblivious to this lewd indignity, her yearning for sexual release swelled. He kindled her lust slowly and efficiently until she was consumed by the act itself. His assistant made certain that she could only assist his enjoyment of her. She was acutely aware that she was merely his plaything and it depended on him whether she would be satisfied or frustrated. Oscar closely observed the condition of the woman's sex. The lotion had started to manifest its influence over her modest nature as evidenced by the generous secretions that now trickled from her tight slot. "Ah," he thought "the amorous maiden is beginning to surrender to demands of the flesh. What heat she has, what a sublime delicacy she is." Alexia stifled her regret when he paused in his torrid massage to torment Ingemar with his growing success and felt relieved when she again felt fingers slide into her impatient sex. He rolled her stiff clitoris under his thumb until she was certain she would erupt in wanton lust, but always he kept her at the threshold never allowing her to cross. She began to believe she must be the victim of sorcery, that she was bewitched. She seemed unable to concentrate on her defiance and found herself more responsive to his sinful assault. "Not yet, my little wanton. You must work for it. Give yourself into the sensations." He thought to himself. She now no longer was able to maintain her previous composure. There was no doubt now that she was responding to his encouragement. Even now he felt gentle compression of his fingers with each thrust. The light pressure of her bush against his hand pressing his fingers deeper into her feverish orifice confirmed her surrender. The man, an expert in erogenous arts, now substituted three fingers for two, widening her bearded cleft shamelessly. He withdrew his fingers and rested them at the entrance to her slick haven and leaning between her legs, whispered to her. "You must work for it now my hot little wench. Move your hips, yes ... yes like that. Doesn't that help?" She made no response except the rhythmic thrusts of her hips that declared both assent and obedience to his will. As she ascended to the peak of her desire, she felt the thick shaft of his cock pierce her to the core of her being. His prolonged teasing had skillfully achieved its erotic objective and Alexia was unable to preserve even the pretense of self-restraint as the slap of her bottom against the floor punctuated each vigorous heave of her hips. Waves of yearning washed over her, betraying a lust so overpowering that she was lost in its fury. His thick member thrust deep into her accommodating grotto sent ripples through her breasts. He pulled and pinched her tender nipples audaciously until they were as hard as pebbles and her cries bespoke both release and violation. During the ensuing minutes as she regained some mastery of her emotions, she felt a sense of loss and a disturbing sense of submission. She had aided and enjoyed the fruits of union with another man while her true love had watched and, judging by the sheen on his cock had been, regardless of his anger, aroused by her conquest. Worse, even as she lay there with a foreign cock buried deep inside her and unlawful fingers fondled her naked breasts, she found her passion rekindling. Incredibly, she was almost reluctant to liberate him from her throbbing embrace. The man lay on mother for some seconds and then extracted his thick rammer from her with a wet slurp and turned to father. "See how the woman betrays you. The seed of a stranger seeps from her well ploughed furrow. In this she was a willing victim as eager to be impaled as I was to satisfy her. At the conclusion she would have entertained the stiff cock of any man here. See how her secret spot is ready still to embrace another hard prick into its warm and seductive tightness. I am a student of the fair sex, I have seen this happen with all women. Yesterday she would not have contemplated coupling with any one but you, soon she will beg for just a touch of my hand on her little mouse, couple with whomever I invite her too and feel exquisite pleasure. I will nurture her because she has the makings of a fine courtesan." The man walked over and whispered into the ear of one of his men who, smiling mysteriously, slipped out of the house. "Now we will see how much our lecherous courtesan has learned. Release her Edwin." The man who had been holding her released her and stood up shaking out the kinks in his muscles. "Now my dear, extend your legs wide, spread apart the lips of your faithless little notch and display your disgrace to us all." "I cannot." Mother gasped her troubled face glowing hotly in her humiliation. "Edwin, punish this disobedient woman, so that she realizes that she is no longer master of this faithless body but that I am." Edwin rolled mother onto her stomach and spanked her bottom hard, causing mother to cry out. "Arrange her on hands and knees and discipline her again." Edwin complied eagerly, producing yet another cry from mother. "Now are you ready to show us your treasures?" "I cannot." Mother again cried. "Stand up!" ordered the man. Mother bravely refused. "Edwin, stand this disobedient woman on her feet." Edwin dragged mother to her feet and released her. The mercenary leader walked over to her and kissed her long and passionately, while he pushing her legs apart with his foot and thrusting his hand between the legs. He poked two fingers into her cleft. "Edwin, while I am otherwise occupied, I want you to spank her bottom thoroughly. Remember to allow her to experience each stroke fully and consider her defiance." Edwin positioned himself behind her and did as he was bid. With each swat, her hips drove forward forcing her to receive his fingers. Her cries became more piteous with each loud crack of Edwin's hand on her glowing bottom. "You are tiring Edwin. Hold her up and I will take over." Edwin took his master's place in front of mother, impaling her with his fingers and making loud slobbering sounds as he licked and sucked her breasts. The man paced his slaps tormentingly, giving mother time to get over each and nervously anticipate the next. After many smacks, the leader leaned over and whispered in mother's ear. I could not hear what he said but she shook her head and the punishment continued. He stopped for a moment and talked to another man, who left the room only to return shortly with a small cutting board that resembled the type of bat that children play with and a small bundle of long thin twigs. Laying the twigs down he brought the board down with a sharp crack over mother's already reddened bottom. She shouted out heartrendingly, begging him to cease. Again, he asked her whether she would expose herself. Again her head shook bravely, although, this time it was less bold. I'm sure she would have collapsed if Edwin had not been holding her up. The leader turned to his men and said. "You three men, help Edwin. I want two of you to hold her arms and another to hold her legs with Edwin. Make sure her legs are sufficiently outspread so that she can still stand but wide enough to show off her charms." Willing volunteers fell over each other to assist Edwin in his task. "Now, bend her at the waist. Yes, like that. That's good." With Alexia bent over he again cracked the board over her backside. Alexia again begged him to stop. This time the man ignored her and picking up the thin twigs from the floor swung them across her bottom. They must have hurt less than the board because this time she only groaned. However, this was just her initiation to something more astonishing. He told the men to hold mother erect and came around to face her. After kissing her uninhibitedly, he stood to one side and swatted mother sharply over the breasts with his switch. She was so surprised that she screamed out. Her chest crimsoned and her nipples immediately swelled up into hard nubs. "Edwin, push her disobedient hips toward me." With mother in this ungainly position, he lashed her across the tops of her thighs bringing up red welts that disappeared into the fur between her thighs appearing again on the other side. He alternated his strokes first one across her breasts, the next across her thighs. Her breasts were red and swollen and yet surprisingly, her sex yawned wetly. At times, the man flicked the switch up between her legs to teasingly strike against her sensitive vulva. After her cries subsided, he would stop and whisper into mother's ear. Her mumbled replies were too low to be heard, but he listened intently to her replies while he nibbled her ears and fondled all her intimate parts. Whatever it was she said seemed to rejuvenate his strength and purpose. His blows though less rough, fell unrepentantly on her sensitive areas. Increasingly, he lifted the switch between her legs and gently rapped it against this susceptible portal, sliding it backwards and forwards while her labia clinged to it lewdly. The door opened and the man who had left earlier returned carrying four or five large seagull feathers. The leader paused in his torturing. "Ah, these are perfect, aren't they my dear?" He said turning to mother who looked up at him with renewed alarm. "Now, tell everyone what you just agreed to tell them." Mother's voice was hoarse with emotion when she said. "I will display myself. I ... I ... will do as you command." Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 01 "That is much better, but you must be taught the consequences of defiance." He took one of the feathers that was in his hand and twirled it around one of her nipples, causing it to stiffen lewdly and mother to moan submissively. After some moments of this torment he shifted his salacious attention to her sex, drawing the feather through the moist furrow until she suddenly started wriggling frantically and making choking noises in her throat. I had never seen mother in this way before and I could see right into her sex. Her bump was stiff and red and he was lightly circling it with his feather. While he did this, he took another feather and used it to tickle her little hole, which kept opening and closing like a fish gasping for air. Eventually, I could see him insert the feather right into her and leave it there, sticking out like a little flag. But, he was still not finished. He finally took four feathers and plunged them deep into her until she whimpered amorously. He then stepped back and after extracting the feathers from her, said. "I think you are ready now to gratify my wishes." Mother glowed a deep red as she opened her sex for all to see. "Take it to each man and ask him kiss it." She walked splay footed to each man, letting each kiss her on her sex. "And now, my disobedient slave, I want you to perform what you promised to do while you were being disciplined. I want all you men to display yourselves. There you are my dear. Every size and flavour. Perform your duty. Start with Edwin, and then each in his turn." Alexia walked reluctantly over to Edwin, who was unsure of what was to develop. He was surprised and aroused when she put her arms round him and then, pressing her inflamed breasts against his chest, sheathed his hard manhood inside her dribbling vagina. The voluptuous rise and fall of her body soon obliged him to release his pent up ardour deep into her yielding slit. Mother went from man to man each eager to lose themselves in her slippery warmth. With each fresh infidelity her grinding hips bucked and wriggled more desperately. While coupling with the third man she suddenly threw her arms around him, crushing herself against him and bouncing wildly on his massive member. I could see his knob flashing in and out of her distended slot until she finally stopped moving, her body quivering oddly. Her legs squeezed together jerkily and she gasped as though she was in pain. After a short rest she recovered and lowered herself deliberately onto the stout member of the next soldier. This strange reaction happened twice more during her degrading ordeal. When she had favored them all she tried to do the same for father but the leader would not let her. I thought her humiliation would be over, but his demonstration was not yet complete. Taking the gag from father he told him to kneel between mother's legs and clean her trickling slit with his tongue. Father pleaded with him to let her go but the leader said. "Lick! or I will hand her over to my men to do with as they please. I would be sorry to do that as she is supremely responsive, given the right encouragement. However, she needs to be shown who is master now and what will be expected of her when she reaches my province. As this is the last time you will ever touch her, you might as well enjoy your last moments with her. Give her something to remember you by or would you rather watch one of my men make her hot. They are vulgar and crude, but exceptionally vigorous, as you have seen." Realizing that he could refuse and have one of the brutes touch mother or he could lessen her humiliation, Father allowed himself to be dragged over to mother and have his head shoved between her legs. While Father licked, the leader thrust his knob into her bottom. It was strange though, how she didn't seem so frightened with father there and she even pretended that she liked what the brute was doing. She moaned and bucked and finally made little grunts like Ernst's pig, but I knew she was just doing it to make the man think she liked it. I think she thought that it would appease the man so that he would not take his anger out on father. The leader also started to grunt and moan disgustingly mashing her sex against father's face until he at last withdrew his member from her. Her bottom hole looked red and stretched although surprisingly, mother looked almost happy as she gazed down at father. She was so brave and didn't want him to worry about her. Alexia's legs were released and she lay trembling while linked sensations of mortification and sensual expectancy vied for ascendancy in her mind. Guiltridden images of these vulgar outlanders watching her coupling indecently with their leader bespoke erotic propensities that startled her with their power over her behaviour. Her nipples tensed spontaneously as she felt their eyes on her seeping slot and an uncontrollable flush of desire mounted between her thighs. She sensed her traitorous nether lips thickening and swelling in response to unchaste mooning. The assistant, fascinated by her stiffening dark nipples, imitated his master by rolling them between finger and thumb and rudely pulling and squeezing them until they throbbed feverishly. The salve the leader had spread on them, which had initially soothed them, now made them impossibly sensitive. The lightest touch gave her intensely sinful thrills. In this state of heightened sensitivity the crude fingering of her captor sent waves of desire through her that quelled all resistance. When he bent over her and took her nipple into his mouth and teased and stretched the glowing nub with his teeth, Alexia was unable to choke back an amorous moan. She responded to his advances by squirming enticingly, mashing the soft mound against his teasing mouth; raising herself mindlessly to his lips; eager to feel her nipples gripped by his tormenting teeth. Oblivious to everything but her mounting agitation, she was unable to follow the conversation between Ingemar and the leader of the raiders, particularly when her new seducer placed his hand over her gaping sex, roughly penetrating her with two fingers and pressing the stiff nodule of her clitoris with his thumb. Abruptly, the leader returned and she was abandoned, abashed and frustrated, by her seducer. Still agitated, the leader asked her to do the unthinkable. She could not display herself to these brutes and was terrified as the man who had been holding her turned her onto her stomach and spanked her across her bottom. The pain though sharp was bearable and she decided that she would no longer succumb to their crude perversions. She was pulled to her knees and smacked repeatedly. After some time the leader took over the spanking. His blows were sharp and though not as biting as the other's, seemed worse because he varied their pace and force, making it impossible for her to anticipate their fall and therefore intensifying her expectation. He moved her legs further apart so that each blow stung the delicate folds of her sex. Curiously, his blows produced a throbbing in her sex that built slowly but insistently to an almost exquisite anticipation. Periodically, her seducer would lean over and, while caressing and kneading her distended sex, ask her whether she had reconsidered her position. She refused each time but found it increasingly more difficult to resist his offer. She realized that her refusal would mean nothing if she again found herself cooperating in her violation. Unexpectedly, she found herself thinking about her own father and the only time he had ever punished her. She found it strange that she hadn't thought about it for years. She had been fourteen. Her parents had told her that they didn't want her to meet with boys except at the cottage where they could be supervised. Alexia never understood what the problem was but she followed the rule. She had become interested in one of the village boys, David. He was a quiet shy boy, son of the blacksmith. He was a large boy and reasonably handsome. Alexia liked him because he was not crude like many of the other boys and they had met at each other's cottages several times. Her father had warned her not to take short cuts through the woods after twilight. He told her there were wild animals that might attack her and worse, people who might steal her and take her away to a distant village where they would treat her badly. She was always careful in the woods. It was coming home one afternoon she had first met David. He told her he liked to just sit amongst the trees and think. He took her to his favourite place and they sat there and listening quietly to the birds and the wind in the leaves. It was a beautiful spot looking out over the edge of the bluff toward the barbarian lands to the north where it was reputed that the baby stealers came from. Although, the stories also talked about the odd man or woman having disappeared too. David told her that this is where the Watchers, those people whose job it was to watch out for these raiders, used to wait. The past several years had been untroubled and the practice of setting Watchers had petered out. David and Alexia met here regularly and it was here that Alexia experienced her first kiss. It had happened quite innocently on a warm summer day in August. Alexia had finished her household duties early and told her parents she was going to visit friends. David and Alexia had basked in the sun, trading village gossip, when the conversation had turned to the perennial matter of who was courting whom. The local scandal was the hasty marriage of Catriona the sister of one of Alexia's friends, Sheila. Sheila, had been scandalized to find out that her sister should be compelled to marry Timothy, the intinerant tinker who wandered from village to village mending pots and pans. Alexia thought her parents had arranged the marriage because Catriona was getting fatter and becoming less desirable. David said that he thought it was funny that she should get fat, because she had always seemed so slim, but even he had noticed her recent weight gain. David asked Alexia if they were courting and if so shouldn't they kiss. Alexia, with consideration, decided that they were courting and that it was probably all right for them to kiss. To which David responded by kissing her. In the next days, their simple kisses and embraces became more confident and lingering. Alexia enjoyed the kisses and willingly flirted with David. David seemed insatiable and one day about two weeks later asked her whether he might touch her leg. "My legs are much like another's." Said Alexia. "No, my dear Alexia, yours are special. They seem so smooth and soft. I would like to feel them." Alexia was not unaware of the emotions that having one's legs stroked could produce, having already served her first year as the Spring Maiden. She could see no harm in her letting him touch her. "Alright." She said naively. "Pull up your skirt, so that I may see then better." Alexia pulled her skirt up to her knees. "Higher, I want to see your thighs too." Alexia pulled her skirt up as high as modesty permitted. She shivered involuntarily as his hand touched her thigh just above the knee and stroked upward toward her skirt. His hand did not stop at her skirt hem as she had expected but slid underneath the dress until it came to rest against her lightly furred mons veneris and scratched across it lightly. Alexia gripped her legs together and pushed him away. "I thought you were going to touch my legs not my privates." "Do you dislike me so much?" "I like you David, but I don't think I should let you touch me there." "Can I kiss you?" "Alright, as long as you're good." David embraced her and their mouths were soon locked together in passionate synergy. David's hand stroked uninhibitedly over the bulge of her budding breasts. Alexia had for some days allowed this liberty, finding it arousing but manageable. Today, inspired by his contact with her veiled modesty, he wormed his hand inside her blouse until it embraced her plump breast. Encountering no resistance from Alexia he unlaced her blouse and pulled it open, revealing for the first time her pale breasts to the inspection and entertainment of man. Her throat went dry as his mouth closed about her virgin nipples. She revelled in their sensitivity hardly noticing the furtive foray below her skirt that now met with little resistance. When his finger by chance found her innocent clitoris, she was subverted forever. It was like she was in a dream. He brought her to climax so many times that they fused into amorous fantasy and the ground between her thighs was slippery with her copious spendings. Too late they noticed the sunlight failing. Alexia arranged her clothing quickly and they ran to the path. She pecked David on the cheek and turned around to see her father coming down the path, his face showing a mixture of anger and sadness. "Get you here, Alexia. You boy, we will see about later." Her father dragged her home in mute silence. Alexia's mother was at the door looking anxiously at both Alexia and her father. "Found her with the blacksmith lad. Kissing and carrying on down the forest lane and night coming on." "How could you, Alexia. After all we've told you about being in the woods at night and meeting boys without our knowledge. You don't want to end up like Catriona do you?" Said her mother, concern unmistakable in her voice. "What happened to Catriona?" Asked Alexia. "We'll discuss it some other time. You go with your papa now. We both feel that you need to be punished for disobeying our rules." "Come into the bedroom, Alexia." Her father commanded quietly. Alexia felt nervous and shivered unconsciously, having always been a good girl she had never been seriously punished before. Her father closed the door of the room and sat on the end of the bed. "It makes me sad to have to do this Alexia, but we only have your best interests at heart. We love you and want to keep you safe, but we cannot do that if you are disobedient." "Please papa, I will be good. I won't disobey your orders again." "I hope that is true Alexia, but I must show you that we are earnest about this. Come and lie over my lap and take your discipline." Alexia dragged her feet over to him, looking at him sadly and hoping vainly that he would reconsider and lay reluctantly over his knees. Her father raised her skirt over her hips until her bottom was bared. She cried out ruefully as the first blow fell, stinging her bottom sorely. Each blow seemed to sting more than the last and her bottom burned hotly. Her father watched her closely as he delivered each blow, noticing the quivers in her legs. It pained him to perform this task but he gained comfort from knowing that it would make her less vulnerable. She was an innocent in a world of wolves; easy prey for smooth talking seducers. He contemplated her bottom closely and noted her delicate fissure that fluttered open and closed with each blow. The light coloured down gleamed moistly, further indication of her responsive nature and perhaps of more serious dalliance with the boy. Alexia cried softly after he had stopped punishing her. His hands stroked soothingly over her flaming bottom, though he was shocked to note that the lips on her little notch had spread apart to reveal its moist pink secrets. He parted her legs to gain a better view and was further surprised to note the stiff button of her clitoris, rampant and even larger than her mother's. He could not resist sliding his fingers into the warm moist slot and fingering the presumptuous knob. Alexia's crying stopped and her bottom moved seductively under his hands and her breathing came in short gasps. Suddenly, comprehending the extent of his immorality he stood Alexia up. "I hope this teaches you a lesson, Alexia. Go to your room." "Yes, papa." She said, her eyes red with crying and began to leave. "Wait!" he cried "come here my dear." She ran back to him and hugged him. "I'm sorry, papa. Really I am." "I think Alexia it is time I told you a few things that you should know to protect yourself from men." "From men? What do you mean?" "Take off your skirt and blouse." "And show myself naked?" "Yes." Alexia complied mystified. "Stand in front of me, Alexia." Again she obeyed his command. "How do you feel when someone like the blacksmith boy touches your breasts like this." Her father said as he cupped and squeezed her budding breasts. "It makes me feel happy." She said as her eyes closed and she let the stimulation wash over her. "So, you have let him play with these teasers." Alexia blushed redly. "And if I kiss them?" "It is a nice feeling too." "Sit on my knee, Alexia and kiss me on the lips like you do with the blacksmith boy." "David?" She said as she sat on his knee and they locked lips, his hand still stroking and teasing her breasts. Alexia felt bemused. She forgot that this was her father and kissed him passionately; familiar urges growing in her body. "Put your hands between your legs, Alexia and open your little mouse." Alexia was in a dream as she spread the lips apart and felt her father's fingers stroke along the slippery crack. When he touched her clitoris she sighed heavily and wiggled her hips mouthwateringly. "Lie on the bed Alexia. That's a good girl. Now tell me, what do you want me to do now?" "Anything." She whispered abashed. "That is what I was worried about. You are innocent and wondrously sensual, but you must learn to control your amorous nature. I was right to ward you from the unsupervised attentions of boys. You would certainly have ended up like Catriona. I am going to instruct you in how to pleasure yourself. So that you can save yourself for the right man." Sitting her up, he opened her legs and placed his hand on her throbbing sex. "Put your hands down here. That's good. Do you feel this knot of flesh here?" "Yes." She moaned passionately. "Slide your fingers down here. Can you feel this little hole. Do you know what it is?" "Yes, it is the hole pee comes out of." "No, it is not the hole your pee comes from. That hole is here. Can you see the difference?" "Whatever is this hole for then? It feels strange when I touch it." "This is the hole that men come out of when they are born and spend the rest of their lives trying to get back into." "What do you mean?" "Do you know where babies come from?" "Of course, everyone knows that. From women's bellies." "That's sort of true, but how do you think the baby gets out." Alexia looked puzzled. "I saw Eileen have a baby and I saw her belly open up and it came out of her belly." "Babies come out through this little hole you are touching." "Oh papa," she laughed "you are always making jokes. A baby couldn't get through there. I've seen them, they are far too big to fit through this little hole." "This is not a joke Alexia. I am going to explain to you how babies are made. It takes both a man and a woman to make a baby. That is why Catriona gets so big, she was diddled by a tinker and is now bearing his babe. First the man touches the woman between the legs and makes her feel funny. Like I am doing to you now. Now I am going to show you something, but I don't want you to be scared." Alexia's father lowered his pants and extracted his rampant cock to Alexia's astonished eyes. "This is the man's instrument for making babies and also for pleasure. Touching this makes me feel the same as you feel when I touch your mouse. The man continues to excite the woman until she feels wet, just like you feel now Alexia. Feel yourself." "Yes, you are right. I feel so ticklish here." "When the woman is ready the man takes his cock, for that is what this is called and pushes it into your little hole, which in our tongue is called a cunt. The one that the baby comes out of." Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 01 Alexia looked at herself. "Impossible! That big thing could no more fit inside this hole than a baby could come out of it. Your thing would come out the back." Her father reached between her legs again and pressed a finger into her slick vagina. "Let me show you something. Can you feel this?" "Oh yes," she exclaimed "it gives me a nice tingly feeling when you do that." Her father now inserted two fingers while Alexia let out a subdued whimper. "Oh, papa." She murmured contentedly as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of the flexible sheath. After several minutes of this he said. "I want you to stroke the little knob I showed you while I get something from the chest." Alexia eagerly sought out her new found toy and massaged it deliriously while her father opened a chest at the other side of the room. Alexia was oblivious to her father when he returned. Her eyes were closed and her slot dribbled freely in response to her impassioned caresses. He looked at her lovingly. She was the most beautiful young woman he had ever seen, a good example of the end result being better than components. As a carpenter he was well aware of how the combination of good materials can often result in a better finished product. Alexia was their finished product and they were proud of her. Being chosen to be Spring Maiden at eleven was almost unheard of and Muriel had told him she performed faultlessly during the rites. But, her success also made them worry about her and decide to restrict her contact with boys. Her virgin slit was as eager to be corked as that of any fallen woman in a bordello and he knew he must provide her with a way of controlling her eagerness for carnal knowledge. He opened a wooden box to reveal three beautifully crafted short wooden shafts. Lifting one from the box it was revealed as a perfectly formed copy of a penis. It was designed with a wide heartshaped flange that divided it into two members; one three finger lengths long and the other approximately two hand spans long. He then lifted the remaining two penises from the box and laid them on the bed next to the squirming figure of Alexia. Similar in length each shaft differed from its fellows only from the viewpoint of diameter; the smallest having a diameter of about two finger widths and the largest, a diameter of almost four fingers. Alexia's father took the thinnest shaft and using the shorter portion, threaded it carefully into Alexia's wet hole until the flange pressed against against the soft cushion of her sex. Because of it's ingenious shape it did not prevent Alexia's busy hands from their willing duty . "Oh papa, that feels good. Ah ... something is happening, I feel so feverish uh ... uh ... oh ... ahhhhhhhh. Alexia reached her first climax with convulsive pitching and cries of unaffected lust. "Oh, papa, is this how babies are made? If it is, I can understand why there are so many in the village." "If I had been your husband I would have entered your tight hole with my cock and squirted my seed into you and you would have had a baby. I made these shafts for your mother when she was young and I was away many a night and she yearned for a stiff cock inside her. This way she could remain true and faithful to her vows." "Did she ever have other cocks inside her?" "No she only ever danced to one. I breached her and trained her. We want you to have these now. Only use the short ends because otherwise you will ruin yourself and become unmarriageable. Whenever you feel the urge to be naughty, use these." Alexia held them reverently as she said. "Thank you father. I will be good. I promise." "Don't let your sister see you using them. I don't want her getting any ideas either." "I'll be careful." Alexia dressed and left the room quietly and her father sat down wearily. Notwithstanding his basic decency, he could not help feeling the gnawing desire to breach his beautiful daughter's slippery notch. Walking to the wall he put his eye against the small unchinked hole and sighed to see his oldest daughter lying on her bed her hand eagerly driving the smallest rod into herself as her other fingers weaved their magic over her all too impressionable clitoris. "Bronwen." He called gruffly . "Yes my love?" She asked coming into the room. "Did you explain to Alexia why she needs to be modest?" "Yes." He responded, pulling her skirts up and pressing her against the wall. "Now you can show me the pleasures of being immodest." Alexia's reverie ended abruptly when a searing pain exploded across her bottom. Her torturer bent over to her and nibbled her ear as her whispered. "Now my dear, are you ready to display yourself?" "I will not." She whispered back her resolve sorely tested. She did not know if she would be able to hold out much longer. She was unceremoniously bent forward, her legs pushed apart and turned so that her bottom faced the onlookers. Again the board cracked across her unprotected rear and she cried out in pain and capitulation. But this time, there was no respite however, instead of the paddle, she felt the sharp burn of a switch across her bottom. She could not withhold a sharp cry. She was pulled erect and the man came to face her enfolding her in his arms and kissing her unabashedly while his fingers dipped within her fount of pleasure. Then standing to one side he flicked the switch across her breasts catching the nipples harshly. She screamed out with surprise and fear. Although Alexia felt her nipples swell painfully she had no time to think about it because the next stroke caught her across the tops of her thighs, stinging her sensitive vulva. Again he flicked the rod across her heaving breasts. She felt the man who was restraining her push his leg against the backs of her knees until she was leaning backwards her pubis pushed forward indecently. The rod swished across her thighs again catching the delicate folds of her sex. Again and again his switch shifted from her breasts to her glowing vulva and thighs. At times he whisked the switch up between her legs where it stung the delicate entrance. This random diversion became more frequent until the touch of his slippery rod was a welcome relief from the growing desire that had imperceptibly overwhelmed her. The feel of the rod sliding against her tumescent clitoris was impossibly seductive. He again stood against her and lowered his mouth to her ear. "Are you ready to give up your futile rebellion my dear?" He whispered, his fingers fingering her brazenly rampant clitoris. "Yes." She whispered, tears trickling down her face. "You have been bad though, haven't you? You must be punished for your impudence." "Haven't you punished me enough?" "No, for disobeying me you must be taught a hard lesson. In fact, several hard lessons. Although I suspect you are already well versed in this area. You will take each of my men into your secret hot wetness. First, you will offer this slippery mouth to each of their mouths and then you will receive each of them into your hot slot and pleasure them until they squirt their barbarian seed into you." "No! Don't make me do that. I will show myself ... perhaps we could go into the bedroom in privacy. Have I not already lowered myself enough. You have had your way with me, made me violate my wedding vows by letting you inside my guilty sex. Please ... take me into the bedroom if you must yet indulge your wickedness. I will not gainsay you if you do not hurt my husband. Do not shame me in front of both my husband and your men. I'm sure I couldn't bring myself to fornicate with your men." "Such begging means nothing. Your marriage vows will soon be forever severed. You are mine now to do with as I will. Your body is not yours to tempt men with anymore, but mine to use as I choose. If I choose to stroke your breasts like this, that is my right. If I please to stroke your little furlined treasure like this or stick my cock into it, that is my right. But enough talk, I fear I must continue with your punishment." He stood up and taking some feathers from a man selected one and kneeled down in front of her burning sex. Using the tip of the feather he slowly traced it along the slippery groove until it touched her clitoris and circled it slowly. Alexia was in glorious agony. The humiliation was subsumed in an overwhelming lust. Alexia squirmed and blubbered frantically in response to his stimulating titillation. One feather mercilessly attacked her heated nub while another circled the entrance to her vagina. She could not repress her cry of undisguised lust when he plunged one feather deep into her sex and moved it back and forth and finally took all the feathers and inserted them at once. Again he leaned over to her, whispering while he twisted the feathers inside her. "Are you ready now my dear? Or must I continue?" "I will do as you ask." She whispered quietly. He stood back and removed the feathers from their ocean scented nook. He put his arms round her and pulled her close to him so that her breasts flattened against his chest and she could feel his hard maleness pressing against her sex, then one by one he inserted the quills into her bottom until the they spread out behind like a plume. "Now that you have a tail you can waggle it for my men!" He backed away and Alexia nervously scanned the eager faces. Haltingly, her hands reached between her thighs and parted the distended folds of flesh which shrouded her amorous endowments. With his permission she walked to the first man and asked him to kiss it. Quick to oblige, the man kneeled and roughly opening her attached his mouth to her oozing slit and inserted his tongue first into her vacant hole and then rasped it across her susceptible clitoris touching off an explosion of raw lust in her loins and causing her to gasp out loud. Each man was anxious to outdo the other and her reticence to their indignities faded as her passion grew. When she stepped away from the last man her sex yawned longingly. After telling his men to lower their breeches he instructed her to serve each man in turn starting with Edwin her faithful restrainer. No man was to assist her in her self-sacrifice and she was lost in haze of desire as she walked to Edwin and lowered herself onto his rampant prick. Sublime thrills of exquisite pleasure rose through her loins as she felt his rammer fill her aching sex. Unable to control his ardour he quickly filled her with his seed and she moved to the next man. The third man, who was particularly large, had a cock of commensurate size which, as it slid into her, enlarged her tight orifice irresistibly, making her giddy with wild emotion. The thick coarse hair covering his pubis scratched and teased her unprotected clitoris until she felt a climax building irresistibly between her thighs. She could do nothing but hug the stranger closely, allowing him to grind his cock into her until it pressed against her cervix. She orgasmed noiselessly but deliriously while the soldier, conscious of his triumph, nibbled her stiff nipples until she whimpered in pain tinged frenzy while he bathed her cervix with his slippery wet offering. The other men passed between her legs like visions. She climaxed more than once before her duties were fulfilled. So bemused was she, that she moved to Ingemar and had impaled herself on his thick cock before she was pulled off roughly. She slumped to the ground wearily but was immediately pulled to her feet by one of the men and told to kneel on the floor. Her thighs were pushed apart and she was not allowed to place her hands on the floor or sit on her heels. She was told to keep her hands on her head. When she did not respond quickly enough her hands were held while one of the men artfully slapped her already inflamed breasts and nipples until each swat touched off sensations of both pain and pleasure and her overheated sex throbbed impatiently. She wondered how they could treat her this way, how she could let them use her this way. But worse, how they had overcome her virtue so easily and were able to get her to degrade herself for their entertainment. Opening her eyes she saw Ingemar, still bound hand and foot dragged over and placed in front of her. He had been ungagged and smiled at her as his head was pushed down between her legs. His tongue was like fire, curling gently around her stiff nub. With his skilled tongue tracing a path from clitoris to vagina she lost all restraint. Her hips heaved toward him as his agile tongue plumbed her torrid depths. First cleansing her of their debauchery he turned to her conspicuously enlarged bud, which reared its head in response to his gentle encouragement. She barely noticed when the stiff member of the leader pierced the tight sphincter of her bottom and began to thrust into her. She was cast back in time; she was again fourteen. Ingemar had been apprenticing with father for two months. He was always nice to her and she liked to be near him. The summer of her fourteenth year was important for many reasons; the spring festival, burgeoning love and shocking discoveries. The summer she remembered was warmer than usual. She was returning home after washing the laundry in the river. All was peaceful as she entered the yard around her cottage. Alicia, her sister, she knew to be visiting a friend and she noticed the door of the barn closing as her mother went inside. All was as it should be. She took the clothes indoors and went to tell her mother that she had returned. For a change she climbed the old cherry tree that leaned against the barn and entered through the loading door into the loft. She walked quietly so as not to alarm her mother. As her eyes adjusted to the darkness she could, at first see nothing, but could hear her mother working in one of the stalls. As she approached she heard her mother talking quietly to herself but was astonished when her mothers mutterings were answered by a deep male voice. Gripped by curiosity, Alexia got on her hands and knees and crawled toward the voices. It seemed to take for ever but eventually she could see her mother by putting her eye to a wide crack in the floorboards. What she saw shocked her to the core of her being. She had always viewed her parents as the ideal of unfailing love and fidelity and yet her eyes belied this childish notion. Her mother was standing below her, clad only in her knee length leggings she leaned against the pen displaying herself. The man, for such was the source of the other voice, was in similar state of nakedness. Her mother was pressed against the side of the animal pen as the man nibbled and sucked on her wellformed breasts and is hand worked busily between her legs. "Quickly Baldric," she urged "before Alexia returns and comes looking for me." "Such a body is not to be rushed." He responded tersely. "All will be lost if we are caught." "Then you would be all mine and I would not need to share you. I would keep your damp womanhood constantly satisfied. You would be at my every beck and call. Your every waking moment would be consumed with giving and receiving pleasure. When you slept you would dream of my rammer filling you unto your heart. In the night when you lay abed dreaming I would wake you and again stretch your tight cleft until you cry out in ecstasy." "But, I love my husband and daughters. I would die without them." "Yet, he cannot give you this." said Baldric drawing back and supporting his massive cock in his hand. Alexia saw a combination of anxiety and desire illuminate her mother's eyes as she examined the stout member he placed in her hand. "Come let us put him in his place." "No you must not get me with child, but there is yet a way for you to pleasure me." Her mother spread her skirt on the hay and kneeled on it lifting her bottom up to him. Baldric kneeled down and, spreading apart the compressed hemispheres of her bottom with his hands, buried his nose into the tight cleft between. Bronwen groaned lustily as his tongue circled and jabbed the taut ring of muscle gently enlarging the small aperture until it yielded sufficiently to admit the fluttering intruder. Alexia could hear the loud clicks and slurps as his tongue pursued its passionate course. Alexia found herself becoming wet in spite of her dismay at her mother's sinfulness. Baldric at last kneeled up and placing his thick rod against her bottom pressed it into her to the rude accompaniment of Bronwen's sharp cry. Soon Baldric's knob was buried deep within her distended bum. Baldric pulled back slowly until only the head remained concealed and Alexia could see the muscle stretched tight around his member as hands sought out the frontal access to her charms. One hand rotated over her sensitive knot of passion whilst the fingers on the other hand pierced her moist warm vagina. With a quick jab he again impaled her bottom. The engagement became more frantic as Balric's knob flashed into her and his fingers weaved their irresistible wizardry over her. In minutes it was over. He grunting like a pig while she providing complementary squeals like a piglet. Bronwen disgorged his cock with a loud slurp and Baldric lifted her to her feet and turned her to him. "You are a wicked woman Bronwen, just the way I like them. I will be back tomorrow for more. And I will decide whether to stretch this warm little hole." He said plunging a finger into her slit. "No Baldric. I will not let you get me with child. you must be satisfied with my bottom. My notch is already bespoken." "We will see. You are a hot one and we will see if your self-restraint is a match for your insatiable vagina. The vision in her mind faded and as she looked down with love at Ingemar, busy in his duty was replaced with yet another vision of the past. The time was some weeks after the revelations of her mother's salacious behaviour with Baldric. She had decided to visit her favourite place in the forest after completing her chores. It was far from habitation, a sunny clearing surrounded by tall pine trees. She arrived late in the afternoon and lay own in the grass. She loved this spot and considered it her secret domain. The sun was hot and she felt dreamy. Her eyes became tired as she stared at the clouds and soon was asleep. She had vivid dreams. In one, Ingemar came to her and told her he loved her and then kissed her hotly. She experienced familiar tingles in her thighs as she usually did when she thought of Ingemar. Abruptly she awoke. Standing over her were two of the village boys Eric and Jostens. She knew both boys, Jostens sixteen, was something of a village rowdy. Eric was fifteen and quite nice normally but in company of Jostens, adopted many of Josten's worse habits. The boys were staring boldly at her exposed legs and thighs which she realized they must have become exposed while she was sleeping. She pulled her dress down angrily and stood up. "So if it isn't Miss Alexia. What are you doing here so far from home? Waiting for one of your fancy boys to come by and play with you?" said Jostens She blushed wildly. "Don't be silly, I just came here to relax. Why don't you leave me alone and go annoy someone else. "Why don't you let us feel your pretty little tits and then we'll leave you alone." Alexia blushed again. "Leave me alone. My father will be very angry with you if touch me." "Oh, I don't think you'll tell him. He'll want to know why you were out here and I'll say you tempted me here and let me play with you and then decided that to preserve your oh so holy reputation you decided to accuse me of forcing you. Besides I have a witness, Eric will say that you flirted with me, letting me feel you and kiss you." "Eric, you're a nice boy you won't let Jostens do this will you?" asked Alexia appealingly. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 01 Eric blushed but said nothing. Jostens stepped forward quickly and put his hand on one of her breasts through her dress. "Ah, Alexia you were always so virtuous. But I'll bet I'm not the first person to feel your tits." Alexia blushed at his language and backed away from him. She was a swift runner and suddenly bolted for the trees at the edge of the clearing, she might have escaped but for the misfortune of catching her foot in a rabbit hole. She fell awkwardly and before she could get up and run again, the boys had seized her. "Hold her arms Eric," shouted Jostens "I'll take the legs. Little Miss prude is going to show us her goodies, before we let her go." Alexia struggled and kicked but Jostens and Eric soon had her immobilized. Jostens sat on her legs whilst Eric held her arms. "So, shall we start with these soft bumps." Said Jostens as he leaned over her and molded her yielding breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. Alexia screamed. "Keep her quiet Eric, bellowed Jostens "we don't want the whole village here! They'll want to share and we wouldn't like that." Kneeling on her arms, Eric removed his neckerchief and bound it around her mouth. Although he was unable to completely prevent her cries they were muffled. Jostens imitated the affected patter of a travelling player. "If I may be so bold miss, could you aid me as I perform my next trick. Yes? I need the use of two wholesome tits. I see you have two which will suit my purposes perfectly." Jostens leaned over and while Alexia struggled vainly, unlaced her shirt, opening it wide to expose her well formed breasts. The white globes, tipped with prominent pink nubs, were uncommonly large in one so young. "For my first trick I will cause little knobs to rise out of the centre of each tit." He stroked his fingers over the tender nubs goading them to stiffen and extend. He took each delicate nub between finger and thumb and rolled them rudely, provoking muffled objections from his struggling captive. When he let them go, they were dark and tumescent. "You should feel them too Eric. They're so soft and warm." Eric reached out tentatively and touched them as though they were hot coals. He teased the tender nodules like Jostens, fascinated by their ability to swell up stiff and hard. He had never had the opportunity to actually touch a girl before and the feeling it engendered in his thighs was indescribable. His cock strained against the unnatural restraint of his pants. At that moment Jostens spoke, breaking through his reverie. "Those are nice Eric but she has more goodies hidden down here." He declared sliding Alexia's light skirt up to her thighs. Her legs were lithe and their colour varied from dark brown at her ankles to pale white at the hips. Both Eric and Jostens' eyes were irresistibly drawn to the golden red delta shaped bush of hair that stood out in stark relief against the whiteness of her thighs. Eric's mouth went dry when Jostens reached out and ran his fingers through the coarse hair. "She's so warm here. Look how it quivers when I touch it. Girls are really ticklish here. At the May dances, Sylvia let me feel hers and she told me it made her all fluttery inside when I stroked my fingers through this fur between her legs like this. She said that girls like to have their quims stroked this way, but it can get a girl into trouble. It was dark so I never got to see what was happening, but after a few minutes she started wiggling around and then she wouldn't let me do it again. She said she had to have a leak. It's much better when you can see what's happening. Sylvia's nice but the real prize is Alexia. Village spring queen three years in a row. Sylvia told me that she isn't so stuck-up if you know how to handle her. I asked her what she meant by that but she said it was a woman's secret. But you know, I've always wondered what the women do when they go off after the dancing. They seem so happy when they come back the next morning. Father says it's because it's going to be a good year in the fields but then he locks himself in the bedroom with mother for most of the morning. I tried to hear what they do in there but all I could hear was squeaking noises and the occasional moan. Look at her thing now, it's opening up like the petals on a flower. I didn't realize it looked like this, I've seen my mother's not close up but I always thought there was just a little pee hole. But it's a slit like somebody split her open. See! I can put my finger inside. Can you feel my finger inside your little crack Miss "never had a hand up your skirt" Alexia. It's damp in here, she must have been peeing. Have you been peeing miss? Out here in the woods where no one can see you? You've been a naughty girl and you know what we do with naughty girls don't you? We punish them." Alexia's eyes widened with alarm as he said this. "What do you think is a suitable punishment, Eric. You know what I think would be good? I think we should tickle her where she has been so wicked. Eric, do you see that that piece of grass beside you, the one there with the big woolly head on it? Yes that one. Pull it out and give it to me." Jostens tested the grass stalk against his cheek. "This is a good one. I'll just pull her dress up a bit further so that you can see better. Isn't it interesting. You know, I believe that while we've been talking her little slit here has opened up even more. You get a piece of grass too and tickle her tits while I tickle her furry slit. Then we'll see how high and mighty she is. She might even like it." Alexia lay trapped consumed with impotent fury. Her father would tear them limb from limb for what they were doing to her. Jostens stroked her breasts over her dress surprisingly softly for such a rough individual. "My God" she thought, "he's going to unfasten my shirt and look at them." Her face reddened with embarrassment. His hands were now caressing the tender tips, rolling and kneading them until they stiffened mutinously. She unsuccessfully tried to will them not to give away their susceptibility. Her body writhed both in an attempt to escape as well as evade the subtle torment of their fondling. She felt trapped, unable to move or flee she was helpless to stop the two boys. Alexia struggled violently as Jostens raised her skirt and exposed her sex but he was too strong to oppose. His strokes through her exposed pubic hair provoked further futile exertions to throw him off her. His touches began to rouse her, defying her opposition to his attentions. Already she could feel the lips thickening and soften, reacting to his unwitting stimulation. She heard Jostens boasting about having felt Sylvia's sex. She couldn't believe that Sylvia would let Jostens touch her there, much less talk about Alexia to him. His fingers continued stroking her as he told Eric about his sexual exploits and her thoughts dwelt more and more on the mounting desire that concentrated around her vulva. Now Jostens was talking about the spring festival where the women went away to a secret rendevous and spent the evening communing with the gods of fertility. Every woman who had reached puberty was expected to participate in the ceremony. Each year a spring festival queen was chosen based on her acceptability to the gods. For the past three years ever since she had been able to go, Alexia had been chosen as the queen. The ceremony was old and arcane. With the advent of Christianity it had become frowned on to perform pagan rites, but old customs died slowly. On the spring festival night the women of the village left the dancing an hour before midnight and assembled together in a clearing deep in the woods and well out of earshot of the village itself. It was considered bad luck if a man saw any of the ritual and therefore the men were careful not to allow themselves to succumb to curiosity. They had all heard the story of Hagan who reputedly had trailed the women to the clearing and observed the rites. Apart from Hagan having been mysteriously struck deaf and dumb, the crop year had been devastating, resulting not only in the death of Hagan but several other villagers. Once at the ritual site the oldest capable woman in the village became the high priestess and led the proceedings. The festival queen was taken by six chosen women and bathed in a pool of water and clothed in a green dress. Her hair was bound in garlands of spring flowers. At midnight a bell chimed and the festival queen was led to the centre of the clearing where a large slab of rock had been uncovered, lifted by the chosen few and lowered to the rock. The high priestess then brought a golden chalice to the queen and asked her if she would drink of the earth. After answering in the affirmative the queen was offered the chalice. Alexia thought back to that first time. She remembered the liquor as bittersweet. After she had drunk, the women chanted a plaintive lament about the coming season as they paced around her in solemn parade. As she lay, the voices penetrated into Alexia's mind and she began to feel dizzy and saw the other women as if a haze had dropped over them. The song buzzed incessantly in her head and she felt as light as a feather, floating above the clearing and watching someone else on the slab. Suddenly a green clad figure sprang into the clearing. He was covered in what looked like leaves, his hands were scaly like bark and he exposed a monstrous member which stiffly swayed and bobbed as he sprang around. The other women backed away from him in apparent fear as he approached the supine body of Alexia. Alexia would have fled, but her limbs seemed incapable of movement. The figure stood over her, grotesque and powerful, his monstrous appendage swaying suggestively. He bent to her and she could smell the rich earthy scent of his body. Surprisingly she felt no fear and indeed welcomed his notice. Taking hold of the neck of dress he removed a bone knife from his belt and slit it from neck to hem, leaving Alexia exposed to his examination. Her body felt lethargic and heavy as the green man circled her like a wolf sizing up its prey. Finally he approached her. Kneeling beside her, he bent down and kissed her full on the lips. His touch was like nothing she had ever experienced. It sent indescribable thrills through her chest and thighs and immense joy spread through her. His hands like fire, now caressed her budding breasts. He absorbed the tender nubs in his mouth, nibbling softly until her passion smoldered. Her limbs splayed wantonly as unfamiliar sensations tugged at her modesty. She desired him to continue his torrid massage caring nothing for the consequences. His long tongue traced a path between her breasts, over her navel to the yet sparsely veiled pubis. His tongue lapped at her like a cat, awakening yet more undiscovered joys, whilst it insinuated itself into the narrow gap. She could not contain her enthusiasm, moaning uncontrollably, as the tongue discovered her virginal clitoris. Her hips rose and fell in mute testimony to the effect of his tongue. At the climax the gathering women let out a shout of joy as Alexia legs wrapped around the head of the green man forced his tongue into her while she thrust her hips one foot off the slab and cried out in her uncontrolled throes of abandoned passion. When her passion had abated, she found the dawn breaking, the green man gone and the women clustered around her. Some stroking her face, others fondling her small breasts and more squeezing and massaging her still sensitive sex which seemed red and inflamed when she looked at it. She was hugged and kissed by each woman in turn and congratulated on her admirable fulfillment of the ancient rites. They dressed her in a white gown, again decking her hair with flowers and carried her on their shoulders back to the village. Her reverie was broken by the application of Jostens grass tickler against her increasingly sensitive vulva. Her hips heaved violently as he, in his ignorance of the female anatomy, sporadically grazed her raised clitoris with his grass tickler. Eric, meanwhile was leaning over her face twirling his grass stalk around her sensitive nipples. On an impulse, he leaned over further and seized one in his lips. Alexia gasped as his delicate little nibbles threatened to overwhelm what restraint she retained. "Sylvia was telling the truth Eric, I think she likes having her little pee hole tickled. Her little mouth is wide open now and look how pink it is inside. What are you doing there? Gods, Eric she is squirming like an eel. Either she likes that, or you're smothering her. I'd like to do that, want to trade places?" "Alright" said Eric, the first thing he had said since their debauchery had started. Actually he didn't really want to change places but he knew that when Jostens asked for something it wasn't a good idea to say no. Jostens lay flat on Alexia in order to prevent her from escaping while Eric released her hands and quickly moved to her legs, sitting on them as Jostens had. The sharp scent from her sex rose to his nostrils. He found he liked the fragrance from her open slit and stroked his fingers along the length of it. He was surprised by how wet it was. She must really have been peeing a lot he thought. Her back arched and he could hear her making noises and thought he might have hurt her. But, looking at her face he thought that it might not be pain she was experiencing. He tried it again. Again when his fingers reached the top of her slippery slot she struggled and made the same noise. Using his intuition, he repeated this procedure, only this time he started from the top and moved down towards the bottom. Again she heaved while his fingers were at the top of the slit. Intrigued, he spread the lips apart with his fingers, provoking more noises from Alexia, and examined the moist pink interior. He noticed a lump, about the size of the tip of a baby finger, near the top of slit and touched it experimentally. Yes, here was the reason for her struggles. He decided not to tell Jostens about it. Anyway, he was completely occupied with nibbling on Alexia's tits. He placed two fingers on the nodule and rolled them around. The effect was magical. Her body writhed and her eyes closed and her mouth opened a bit. Again he got a whiff of her sexual perfume and decided it would be interesting to taste it. He lay down on her legs to stop her from being able to move and put his mouth against her slit. His tongue instinctively sought out the button he had just found and started to lick it. Although he held her firmly he could feel her pressing against his mouth. Lifting his head and examining her sex he noticed that she seemed wetter at the bottom of the slot. Taking his finger, he dipped it into the wet area and was astonished when her hips heaved toward him and his finger disappeared inside a slippery hole. He could feel contractions around his finger which he found pleasing. He removed his finger and placed two fingers against the entrance to the hole and was equally surprised when he found that both entered quite easily. He was just about to try three fingers when he felt himself being lifted off his feet and thrown some distance away. He stood up to find a tall blonde man pulling Jostens off Alexia. The intruder turned to the two boys with a face like murder and said. "Get away from here now before I do something to you I will ever regret." Both boys needed no second bidding and were away before he could change his mind. Ingemar removed the gag from Alexia. She buried her head into his shoulders and began to cry." "If you want I will find these boys and kill them for you." He said. "No, it would go bad for you." she said. "Oh Alexia, I'm so sorry this happened." Alexia who was still aroused from the clumsy attempts of the two boys lifted her head to Ingemar and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back with a passion that indicated his fondness of her. They sat locked in this embrace for some minutes. Ingemar's hand had fallen to her still exposed breasts, where it adeptly fondled them. Alexia wasn't sure what to do, on the one hand she did not want to repulse him on the other she enjoyed his closeness. Before she could decide what was proper he had lowered his mouth to them and his delicate attentions soon overcame her chastity. He lowered her gently to the ground, continued his torrid assault on her breasts. His hand slid between her thighs encountering no obstruction to her clitoris. His mouth kissed her everywhere, but finally rested between her thighs where his tongue explored every nook and cranny until it concentrated its attentions on her rampant nub. The effect of this coupled with her recent arousal was that she quickly experienced a lengthy orgasm which seemed to last for hours. By the time he released his cock she had decided that this was the man she wanted to spend her life with. She eyed with some trepidation his large erect penis which he wasted no time in applying to her slippery vagina. He was gentle, and what pain there was was over quickly and she soon learned the joy of being filled by a lover's cock. They made love twice before he sat her up, cleaned off the residue of their lovemaking from her slightly sore slit and retied her shirt. Too soon it was over. Her eyes opened and Ingemar smiled again at her again before she was pulled away and the outlanders dragged her out of the house. "Because you proved yourself to be a good warrior, I have treated you and your former wife with more respect than I normally reserve for conquered foes. I will try to purchase her from the slave block. She should still be there when my turn comes, the young virgins usually go first, though God knows why. Certainly, they are quickly brought to the cock and they rut like mares in heat but it takes years before they know how to really please a man. The stiff cock tends to miss the more experienced merchandise that knows how to raise a man's manhood and milk his seed. Fear not, I will treat her well as I do all my women. Her sex will ever be full, her bottom well exercised and her every waking minute will be occupied with erotic preparation for her next call to the bed chamber. You men, this a warrior, make his end swift." Then the leader seized and dragged her, crying out of the door. Small streams of milky liquid trickled down the insides of legs as they dragged her by the secret room. She took one last terrified look back at father and then another at our hiding place as she was pulled out the door. The other men laughed at father and told him he'd never see mother again and what they thought mother would be doing tonight. How they would brand her and she would be the property of their leader to do with any way he liked. Anyway they said, in a few weeks she would have forgotten father and would open her legs to any man she was instructed to and when he had finished beg him to do it again. She would offer her soft breasts, her sex, her bottom, anything that would secure a hard phallus in her hot box. She would perform for strangers, play with herself before others just to get a stiff cock into her sopping slit. He was a sorcerer. They recounted a story of a princess he had captured in one of their raids. Beautiful, proud, unattainable, she had even spit on their leader when he had tried to feel her soft breasts. He took her to his mansion for re-education and a month later invited members of the ruling class and arm to a party at his mansion. The highlight of the party was the exhibition put on by this princess. The leader told one of his servants to go into the street and find a beggar. The servant brought back a dirty and decrepit man. The leader told the princess that this man was her lover for the evening and that her job was to entertain his guests by showing them all she had learned in the past month. She then approached this man, who couldn't believe his luck, and performed every depravity, denying him nothing. When the exhibition was over she had to be dragged away from this grub. She offered herself to the guards, servants, anyone. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 02 Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 2 3. Escape to Olfberg Before Ingenar had hidden them in the closet he had instructed them to go to Olfberg and find a hostler named Ulric. He was reputed to be pessimistic and stolid but honest and had been paid some weeks earlier to take the girls to the monastery at Saint Michel if anything happened in their village. The invaders had covenanted to respect the religion of neighbouring countries and not impose their oppressive conditions on religious institutions. This was not so much acquiescence as hard learned knowledge, having recently been ousted with great loss from a country in which they had persecuted the church. It seemed that people in these hard northern countries became fanatical when their religion was threatened and they were loath to repeat their mistake again. The girls waited until the next day before they felt safe enough to travel. After a torturous though uneventful hike from their village they were able to contact Ulric in Olfberg. A quiet man he eyed the girls with much the same eye as he might horses. They were appalled when he enquired which of them wanted to share his bed that night but he didn't press them when they refused his indelicate proposition. He led them to a dank garret over the horses and provided them with two bedspreads and straw filled pillows. He went into the house and shortly returned with a tray holding a loaf of rye bread, a quarter round of cheese and a jug of milk. He placed them at the bottom of the ladder leading up to the loft along with a lantern. "You can wash at the basin next to the horse stable. No one will disturb you. If you need to relieve yourselves there's a privy outside. If you get too cold there's a nice warm bed inside for those not too proud to share, otherwise there are some horse blankets by the feed barrels. I will return later with your aunt Alicia she will be happy to see you I think." The girls thanked him dubiously and assured him they would be all right and he turned away sadly and went into his warm house. They sat silently for some minutes still numb from the events of the last two days. Ulric left the girls to their "feast" and left the house. He walked quickly to the cottage of Vosta and Alicia and rapped at the door. The door was answered by Alicia who blushed spontaneously when she saw him. "Your nieces have arrived unexpectedly from the north. I have had no opportunity to find out their news although I fear the worst, but I thought you might like to see them before I take them to the convent tomorrow." He said hurriedly. "Who is it?" called Vosta from within. "It is Ulric, he tells me my nieces are here. I fear they may have bad news from the north." Vosta appeared at the door. "They have told you nothing?" "No, I felt it might be better if Alicia talked to them, being kin and all." "Yes, I'm sure you are right. You had better go with Ulric my dear. I hope everything is alright, but like you both I feel that the news cannot be good." Alicia threw a shawl over her shoulders and sped after Ulric to his house. When she entered the stable the girls were sitting quietly eating. "Alana, Winifred, Evelyn ... What brings you here? What has happened?" The reaction from the girls was immediate and heartrending. They all burst into tears and fell upon Alicia's neck. She let them vent their grief for some time and then urged them to tell their story. Although confused, their story was extracted. Ingemar probably dead, Alexia kidnapped by brutal raiders. It was all too much. Soon all four women were crying piteously. Their grief finally abated and Alicia said. "You must do what your parents wanted and go with Ulric. I will do my best to come and get you when I have arranged things here. It would be impossible for you to stay with Vosta and me, we have so little extra space. As you have a long trip ahead of you now I will leave. But, remember my heart goes with you and I will do what I can for you." This was cause for more wailing until Alicia was able to leave. As she closed the door into Ulric's house, she was met by Ulric who swept her into his arms. "Don't" she said "how can you think of this after hearing of such a tragedy." "Yes you are right" said Ulric as his hand withdrew from her warm moist haven. They parted with a lingering kiss and she ran down the lane to her house her eyes brimming with tears. The girls finished their food and sat together disconsolately. "I am going to bathe" said Alana "I feel like all the dirt in the country has fallen on me." She climbed down the ladder and walked to the horse trough indicated by Ulric. Testing the water she found it cold but clean. After checking to make sure the door to Ulric's house was bolted on her side, she lifted her skirt over her head revealing her smooth white body. Like most country maidens she wore no underwear and indeed the firm swell of her upturned breasts, slim waist and trim legs testified that she had no requirement for such figure enhancing paraphernalia. There was a small scraping noise. The girls, after their experiences, were justifiably skittish. "Did you hear that, Alana?" said a faltering voice from above. Alana shone the lantern nervously around the stable. Everything seemed normal. "It must have been mice or rats" said Alana "there are sure to be some in the stable." She returned to her ablutions, splashing water on her face and upper body and sucking in sharply as the ice cold water struck her. Her nipples stiffened instantly in response to the assault, sitting like small red berries on soft mounds of snow. Alana rubbed her self dry with a piece of burlap hanging over the rail. When she had finished her body was pink and tingling from the cold water and vigorous rubbing. Ulric was cramped in his small hiding place. His brief encounter with Alicia had stirred his desires and he had realized that his bedroom closet was level with the garret they were occupying. Crouched in the back of his closet he found several small gaps in the boards that allowed him an imperfect view of the girls. Perhaps if they were too shy to entertain him in bed they might provide some unwitting entertainment. He watched Alana start down the steps. This vantage point was of little use to see her. "Didn't she say she was going to bathe" he thought. There must be other vantage points downstairs. In his haste to get out of the cupboard he kicked against the wall. "Oh my God" he thought "They'll hear me. They'll know it was me. Wait! Calm down Ulric, see, they think it's rats." He grinned craftily as he rushed down the stairs and placed his eye to a spyhole he had in the kitchen to enable him to check on his horses without leaving his house. "Yes, there she is. Oh my God, look at her. How beautiful. What tits. Turn just a little my innocent, let's see your little mouse pie. Oh my God, she is washing her little slit. How pink it is. What a prize it would be sink my plunger into her. Too bad, she is finished. What are they saying now." He rested his ear against the hole. Alana called up to her sisters "Why don't you both come down and wash then we can go to sleep. We will have a long trip tomorrow. We want to get as far from the border as we can, as quickly as we can." The girls climbed down the ladder and came across the stable to Alana. They both stripped off their clothing and set to washing themselves. The younger girl Winifred was the shortest of the girls. Although she was short of stature and young, her breasts were well developed, tipped with large dark coloured areolae surrounding upraised nipples. Her chest tapered to a slim waist and wide hips. As she turned toward the horse trough, Ulric caught a glimpse of her mount framed in the same auburn hair as her head. The sight of three naked women was more than his imagination could endure. His mouth became dry with excitement and his prick stretched against its captivity that he presently permitted. "Oh Lord," he thought "would that I was younger, I would entertain them all in my bed. They've probably had many another man buried in their tight little snatches. Country girls start early. None of them would be virgins now. They only put up token resistance because they don't want to seem too whorish. I should have told them that unless one ... no all of them lay with me I would not take them to the convent. Ah well, too late now. That's the problem with being honest. Oh well maybe they'll be more accommodating tomorrow." The third sister was only slightly shorter than the blonde. She had black hair and unearthly grey eyes. Her breasts bobbed brazenly as she walked forward. Her mount was covered with a thick dark covering which Ulric obtained one peek through to the soft pink interior as she washed her private parts. Ulric could hold back no more. Warm semen spurted from his cock and spattered against the kitchen wall. The women now washed their clothes in the trough and carried them up to the loft with them. The entertainment was over for now and a drained Ulric leaned heavily against the wall to recover. The three girls hung their skirts up to dry and crawled in together under the bedspreads and dimmed the lamp. Ulric unable now to see anything went regretfully to bed. Alana whispered "Are you both asleep?" "No" whispered back Winifred and Evelyn. "I feel troubled and afraid. Ulric seems honest but when he looks at us he reminds me of the men who attacked our village. I can't believe he thought we would bed him. What does he think we are?" Winifred extended her arm across Alana to comfort her, brushing her breasts as it passed and Alana could feel her soft breasts pillowing into her back. "Rub my breasts like we used to do at home. They feel heavy and ticklish. I have a tight feeling in my chest and thighs." Winifred obliged lovingly, teasing and stroking Alana's tits and occasionally stroking her belly and circling her navel. "Touch me between my legs. Aah ... yes that feels so good, run your finger up and down my sex. Oh mother, I understand. The devils, how could they?" "What are you saying, Alana? What about mother? What do you understand?" "I'll tell you when we get to the convent. Keep moving your finger like that. Ohh ... keep rubbing that spot ... yes it makes me feel tingly all over." "Alana, you have a small bump inside your sex. Do you think that you have a disease. And you are so wet. I think you must be sick or something." Alana did not reply but her body was now in spasms, her hips gyrated madly and her breathing came in short pants. Finally her legs stretched out stiffly and she made inarticulate noises as her hips heaved powerfully against Winifred's hand. Her hips fell back to the bed and Alana lay still breathing heavily. "Are you all right Alana. Did I hurt you?" Alana turned to her and hugged her breast to breast. "No you didn't hurt me at all, what you did was the most wonderful thing, I feel warm all over." "But the little bump inside your sex perhaps I should examine it. It doesn't seem normal." Alana turned up the lantern and Winifred removed the bedspread from Alana and kneeled between her legs. Parting Alana's labia she was treated to the sight of the smooth lubricity of Alana's sex. She drew her finger slowly up the furrow searching for the small bump she had felt previously. Her stroking began again to stir Alana's passion and her little protuberance that is the seat of female pleasure swelled up such that Winifred had no difficulty locating it. Placing her finger against it she announced "Here it is, come and see Evelyn." Evelyn crawled over and gazed at this new discovery. "Can I feel it?" she said removing Winifred's finger and replacing it with her own. "Your slit is so wet Alana, did you wet yourself?" "No, not that I know of" replied Alana wriggling her bottom wantonly so that she could derive the greatest contact with Evelyn's finger. "I do believe that you are getting wetter by the second. It's coming out of your little nook." "Don't stop, keep touching the little knob. Aah ... aah I feel so hot. Ohh yes press it harder. Ohh yes ... yes. Ahhhhh ...." At this last outcry her legs tensed and her little hole pulsed as her hips heaved from the floor and her nipples stiffened. Evelyn lay on the bedspread and opened her legs. "Check my slit, Winifred perhaps I have one of these pleasure buttons." Winifred abandoned Alana and sat between Evelyn's legs. She carefully parted the delicate petals concealing her furrow and stroked her finger to the location where she had discovered Alana's protuberance. She was startled to discover that Evelyn too had a bump in the very same spot. She poked and prodded the lump in hopes of understanding its nature. The effect on Evelyn was as surprising as it was predictable. As with Alana a liquid seeped from Evelyn's small hole, coating the inside of her slit and she pushed herself against Winifred's hand with intense sighs and muted cries. "I don't believe it" said Winifred "both of you have this deformation, but you both seem to like my touching it. How strange." Alana at this stage apparently recovered from her seizure leaned over and began to stroke and mold Evelyn's firm bust. Evelyn's motions became increasingly frantic as her passions were raised to boiling point. It was shortly thereafter that she bucked and ground against Winifred's fingers, making short guttural grunts. When her movements decreased, Winifred found that her slit was soaking wet with the same slippery substance that Alana had so generously produced. Evelyn recovered quickly and she and Alana lay Winifred down and whilst Evelyn toyed with her young breasts, Alana parted her love box and began to stoke her desire. Alana found the trigger to her passion quickly and began to press and manipulate it, producing the self same effects as Winifred had been so surprised about when produced in her sisters. "I think all women must be born with the same lump. It must be this reason why some of the girls in the village used to disappear with their boyfriends for hours at a time" said Alana. "Perhaps, that is why father did not want us to have boyfriends until we were older" interjected Evelyn. "When we get to the convent we must try this again, but we must keep it our secret. We must also be careful, men could use this to make us do things that are sinful. I know that I wasn't able to think clearly while you were playing with me, all I cared about was you continuing." Alana flopped back onto the bedding as she said this. "Anyway we had better get to sleep. We have a long journey ahead of us." Ulric would have been disappointed to have realized the entertainment he had missed, but he had long since sunk into fevered erotic dreams. 4. Ingemar's Pursuit Ingemar's head felt like a vice had been placed around it. His vision was impaired by the swelling that almost closed his right eye. He could tell from what he could see and the jolting movements that he was in the back of a smelly covered cart. His mind cast back to the fevered moments after he had burst out of his cottage. He remembered seeing the raiders disappearing over the horizon and his running frantically through the village and discovering the horses of the men he had killed in his cottage standing together tied to a fence at the end of the main street. How could he have been so foolish, running up to them as he had. He regained consciousness slowly. The pain in his head remained excruciating. He could hear voices talking but it took all his strength to concentrate on what was being said. "You hit him too hard Ulf, I say we just ditch him and sell the horses." "Ah Gareth, you were always the timid one. This man is an ox, Look at him, he is worth twice the amount we can get for these horses. Think of the success we have had cleaning up behind the raiders." "But how can you think of selling one of our own to those scum." "Profit, Gareth, profit." "Pah," the smaller man spit on the ground. "Rather that we sell them back their horses than sell our own kinsmen into slavery." "What have these kinsmen done for you. Kicked you out of your home because you aspired to love the elderman's daughter. And where is she now? Where is she?" "You make me sick Ulf." "And I make you rich." Ingemar squinted his eyes and saw two men sitting some distance from him. One was a young fair haired man, short with massive arms. The other was taller and slimmer with black hair and clad in a green shirt that seemed to be well made but had seen better days. He had a scar on his lip which gave him the appearance of having a perpetual sneer. Ingemar groaned as he attempted to sit up. "Ah, you are awake," said Ulf, the dark haired man, as he leaned back toward him, an illhumoured smile on his face "please forgive the ropes but we felt it to be a necessary precaution after we saw what you did to those raiders." "What do you intend to do with me" spoke Ingemar through thick parched lips. "Sell you to the highest bidder at the next auction." "What is it about men that makes them want to emulate the worst in people they meet." A spasm of pain flashed across Ulf's face to be quickly replaced by a look of feral anger. "What would you know of evil. They did not kill your wife." Pain crossed Ingemar's face at Ulf's cruel gibe. "Yes perhaps," he said "but what they did to her was far worse." "How say you, from our vantage she seemed to spit herself happily enough on the spears of her captors. I almost wished I was there with them." If Ingemar had not been tied he could have dispatched Ulf with his bare hands. That they had watched Alexia's humiliation was bad enough but to debase her character was unpardonable. As it was, he was powerless to do anything and Ulf turned away from him and spoke to Gareth. "Look Gareth there is a place we might stop for the night." He pointed to a small copse of trees and steered the cart toward them. They drew up in a brush lined clearing at the edge of the more dense foliage and Ulf dragged Ingemar out of the cart and dropped him heavily to the ground. "Gareth, set up the camp and light a fire, I need to relieve myself." Ulf stumped off stiffly into the trees while Gareth set up a canvas leanto against the edge of the cart. When he had completed that, he piled up leaves and twigs and struck a flint to start the fire. He came over to Ingemar and squatting beside him said. "You must not judge Ulf too harshly. He was the headman in our village but raiders killed his wife and took his eighteen year old daughter with them. We were out hunting and arrived back not an hour after the raiders had left. He went crazy after that and hasn't really recovered since." "I can sympathize with his problems but I do not understand his mercenary attitude. Why didn't he try to find these raiders and recover his daughter." "He has suffered a great deal. I think he has lost confidence in himself. What is your name?" "Ingemar. You do not seem to be a bad person Gareth. Why do you stay with Ulf." "Because, I remember him as he was. He will need a friend when he recovers and realizes what he has done and become." "You are a good man, Gareth. I hope you are right about Ulf. I have seen men like him in the past. Sometimes they never recover from their grief. With his daughter gone you would be well served to stir him from his inaction. Perhaps he can do nothing but for her but I think it would be better to try and fail than do nothing." "Ay." said Gareth solemnly as he moved back to the fire and began cutting dried beef into a pot of water. His labor was interrupted when Ulf returned noisily from the trees dragging a dirty and bedraggled young woman. He held her by the hair and urged her on with numerous threats and imprecations. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 02 "See Gareth what the Gods provide. The only reliable bed warmer." He threw her to the ground and taking off his belt he tied her hands behind her back. Once immobilized he unbuttoned her blouse and fondled her exposed breasts. The woman spat on him and tried to shuffle away. Ulf raised his hand to hit her but Gareth who had stood up lunged over and held his hand. "Enough Ulf, no need to stoop to the level of the barbarians. This might have been your daughter." Ulf's reaction to this was unexpected as he fell to the ground and wept freely. Gareth placed his hand around the man's shoulders and held him until he had partly recovered. Ingemar stared at the girl. Surely it was Wanda, Ulick's girl. It was hard to tell given her condition. "Wanda?" he asked. Her head leaped up and she turned and looked at him suspiciously. She spoke hesitantly, as though she had forgotten how to speak. "Ingemar Gustafson?" "Gareth" he said "why don't you untie her. I know this girl. She is from my village." Gareth moved to her, untied her hands and threw the belt to Ulf. She slithered over to Ingemar, constantly watching the other two men. Gareth came over to Ingemar. "If you promise not to take revenge on Ulf I will let you free." "You have my word. Ulf would do well to join with me. I intend to find these barbarians and rescue my wife. Perhaps we could also find his daughter." Ulf laughed. "You're a dreamer and dreamers are worse than fools." "Come" said Gareth "Let's eat. Men think better with a full belly." The four souls hunkered down by the fire and Gareth spooned out helpings of his greasy stew into four bowls. Though plain, the travellers made short work of the food. Ulf turned to Ingemar and said. "So you think it is possible to rescue our loved ones from the barbarians do you? And just how do you intend to do it? I've seen their walled cities and fortresses. Even their mansions are fortified. Impenetrable would be an optimistic description of them. I once harboured notions of finding my Seonad ... almost got myself killed doing it." "One person has little chance, but several people can often accomplish what is impossible for one person. What about it? It's worth a try surely. For me I would rather not live knowing that Alexia is captive, forced to serve foreigners, while I make no attempt to deliver her." Ingemar pressed. "Serve foreign masters, a polite expression for whoring, methinks. What makes you think you will still want her after she has been used by any with the money to pay. By the time we find her she will be just one more drab, hoisting her skirt at street corners." Ingemar coloured as he said "Come what may, she is my wife, my beloved and I will not desert her to unknown perils." "Count me in" said Gareth. "Although I am not strong or clever. I will also do what I can" said Wanda. "I think you underestimate both your strength and your intelligence" said Ingemar "You have survived where others did not. That shows a strong survival instinct and not a little strength and ability. What about you Ulf, are you in or will you continue to wallow in this sea of self pity. Remember it is not you who suffers." "I think you are foolish but I am intrigued as to how you think you will carry out your grandiose plans. What have I to lose. If we are successful I will find my girl otherwise I am dead. I fear I have been dead these last few months anyway, without actually knowing it." Gareth clapped the big man in a bear hug and said. "It is time you did this. You were always a thinker in the village. With you we stand a much better chance of success." Ingemar too clasped the arm of the man as a sign of brotherhood. Wanda kept her distance, still skeptical of Ulf's sincerity. "So we should sleep. Tomorrow we proceed to the cities of the barbarians. How long will it take us?" "With the cart, at least another three weeks before we reach their border. After that we may need to search for months perhaps years before we discover their whereabouts or even news of them." Said Gareth. "Then we should get some rest. I fear it may be some time before we sleep well again." Ingemar moved to the side of the wagon, closely followed by Wanda who intended to maintain a safe distance from Ulf and Gareth while retaining Ingemar's protection. "I have been so frightened these last few days" said Wanda "My food was getting low and the nights have been so cold. I feel better now that you have arrived, Ingemar and that we have a plan. Perhaps we will find my husband too. I think he was taken as a slave." "Try not to worry Wanda, get some sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day of travelling. But first, do you know what happened to Alexia? Did you see her at all after she was taken." "I saw her in the women's wagon. It was a frightening place. After the raid we were all assembled in the centre of the village where they had their wagons. Alexia was one of the last to arrive and we ended up together. They first told us to remove our clothes and then we were herded naked into two wagons. The young men and boys captured in the village were put in another wagon. Men came in with what looked like plough yokes. These were placed between our feet and chained to our ankles. Our hands were then shackled to manacles that stretched from the leg hitch which allowed us to eat if we sat up, but prevented us from doing much else. Lying down it was impossible to even scratch yourself and we were forced to lie on our backs displaying everything we owned to the barbarians. Once we were all bound this way, other men came in like horse traders looking over new stock. They examined us all, groping and feeling us obscenely. That first day, Alexia was taken behind a screen by a tall man who looked a bit more civilized than the others. I don't know what happened to her there but she was kept there quite some time and when she was returned after the other men had left, she was crying and ...." "And what?" Ingemar protested. "I don't know whether I should tell you this! I don't want to cause you anymore anguish." "You must tell me everything." "Well, she was crying and her face was flushed. It looked like he had abused her. Her entire chest was ruby red, her pubic hair was matted and her sex was crinkled and swollen. I think he must have had his lecherous way with her. On the whole she seemed to be treated quite well. Although we were viewed as being no more than whores, she was never touched by any of the other men. It was as though someone had told the men to leave her alone. Sometimes I envied her, but each day the tall man came and checked on her, carrying her behind the screen to gratify his lewd appetite, I suppose, as she always returned in tears. It must have been awful for her, because I often heard her low moans in the night. She was picked one night by the man we all called "the brute" and carried out of the wagon, but we heard an argument between "the brute" and someone outside and after some minutes Alexia was carried back into the wagon by the tall man. We were driven to a major crossroad I didn't recognize and carried out of the wagons and lined up in row. The women who were considered to be fair were grouped in one spot. This is the group Alexia and I were in. The leg shackles were removed and we were told to lie down on our backs with our legs apart. I thought they were going to rape us, but two men came and poked and probed our vaginas. Virgins were given a red scarf to wear and we were loaded into a wagon. During the day we were left alone but at night, men would come. The virgins were left alone but the raiders could pick any other woman and she would have to leave with them. Usually these women came back in the morning, their clothes often ripped and had obviously been forced to lie with these men. Sometimes they did not come back. For several days I was not picked and I thought I might be lucky. However, on about the fifth or sixth night "the brute" chose me. He was big and hairy, had bad breath and his body smelt awful. I had seen this man pick women before. They always came back bruised and crushed in spirit. I was petrified. The man took me to his tent where there were other men but he didn't seem to mind; he groped and pawed me like an animal. He displayed me to the other men. Letting them touch me. Then he raped me. After him all the other men in his tent got their turn and then it was him again. It seemed to go on for ever. I was bruised and hurting. After they went to sleep I tried to slip out of the tent and escape. The brute heard me and tried to catch me. He finally caught hold of me and started to beat me. I managed to grab his knife out of his belt and stabbed at him. By fate or good fortune I accidentally cut his throat, but was lucky that the other men were too drunk to hear anything. I ran away and ended up here. I've been here a week now." He lay down pulling the sacking that provided scant protection against the cold across his body and rolled into a ball. Wanda snuggled under her cover and was soon breathing deeply. Ingemar slipped into slumber. His dreams were troubled and confused. In his dream he stood in a strange dimly lit room. Though sparsely furnished he could tell that this was the home of a rich man. A bed stood in the centre of the room. Although he found himself rooted to the spot Ingemar discovered that the bed loomed large to him as he stood there. The effect was as if he were using a sailor's spyglass. A woman lay with her back to him, dressed lightly in a gauzy robe. His perspective changed and he was looking down on her. Her face was indistinct, unrecognizable although the rest of her body was in sharp focus. He could clearly see the pale flesh of her breasts tipped with luscious dark berries through the filmy fabric. The woman stirred in her sleep and turned to her back. Her gown separated in front and fell apart revealing to his vision, all of her maidenly treasures. Her breasts, regular and taut, jutted from her chest. His eyes followed the smooth contours of body to the junction of her thighs. A bush of red hair peeped out where her closed thighs met. The woman trembled and stretched out her legs displaying the dark streak of her sex. As her body twisted, the labia parted to reveal the moist looking pink interior. Her sex was inflamed, the lips swollen as though she had but recently parted from an ardent lover. This notion was reinforced by the stiff jutting protrusion of her clitoris that he could clearly see through the hair and the glistening trail of fluid that seemed to originate from her slot. Ingemar felt the mounting tension in his member and was surprised to discover his prick standing out stiffly from his naked body. He was reminded of his lost love and felt a pang of distress. His eyes were, however, quickly drawn back to the woman below. Her body now moved suggestively, her hands moving to her spot where her fingers slowly advanced through the moist folds of her sex. One hand caressed and molded a breast whilst the other dipped and flickered in her wet orifice. Ingemar was alerted by a soft rustle and watched as a tall thin man with red hair wearing only a sleeping robe entered the room and approached the woman. The woman intent on her own pleasure was unaware of the stranger observing her actions. Finally, before the woman could reach the acme of pleasure the man leaned over the woman, whispering in her ear as he held the hand between her legs. The woman's legs drew together quickly and she tried to draw away from the man but the man held her tightly preventing her flight. The man continued to talk to the woman quietly, like you might talk to a spirited horse, until she became more settled. His hand brushed through the hair around her sex and he kissed and licked the woman's neck. Although she still exhibited dread, she lay unresisting, allowing the man to change the focus of his advances to the tempting dark berries of her breasts. Almost imperceptibly the advances of the man rather than just being tolerated as they initially seemed to be, were being reciprocated. The thighs of the woman that had at first been firmly closed had parted slightly to allow the man better access to her delicate parts. Her face that had first shown fear, seemed joyful. Her lips had parted and her tongue slowly licked around them and it was obvious that she was becoming more passionate. Ingemar could see that the man had now penetrated the soft furrow of her sex and was actively stroking her responsive clitoris. Her legs stretched further apart as the man pushed first one finger and then two fingers into her hot cavity. Her hips were now thrusting and writhing against his hand. Her hands reached for his stiff cock and began to stroke it. She showed no sign of her initial fear and her legs now stretched wide open as the man stroked her responsive slit. It was obvious to Ingemar what would come next and, as though he were prophetic, the man climbed onto the bed and plunged his weapon deeply into her welcoming crevice. The woman was uninhibited in her passion and moaned joyfully as he pounded his cock into her yielding pussy until both he and she reached their climax together. Ingemar recalled, with sadness, Alexia and how she had responded in this way to their lovemaking. How she was always ready to experiment with new positions or techniques. His mind filled with loss as his eyes were drawn back to the scene below him. The man whispered to her again and she turned obediently onto her stomach stretching her legs wide whilst stroking her own clitoris under her marvellous body. The man buried his head between her legs and began to lick her slit and the tight rosette of her bottom. She writhed and bucked wildly as his tongue sought out her sensitive spots. The man raised her to her knees and placing his knob against her tighter hole before pressing himself forcefully inside. She obviously relished the slow pistoning of his rod and moaned unrestrainedly. Her fingers continued their caresses of the clitoris and shortly Ingemar could tell from the quivers in her legs that she was experiencing another orgasm. As it swelled through her, Ingemar could distinctly hear what she was saying. "Ingemar, my love. Yes push in. Push in. Ah! my love I am coming. Fill me with your seed. Yes .. yes. Aaaah Ingemar." At that moment the woman looked back at the man plumbing her tight bottom with a look of ecstasy and for that brief second her face became clear, Alexia! The stars were glittering coldly when Ingemar woke with a start. His head was throbbing again from his treatment at the hands of Ulf and Gareth. The dream had been so vivid. And yet it seemed so real. As a boy he had been considered to be fey. His often prophetic dreams had been treated seriously by the villagers. Though he had not had these dreams recently he wondered whether he had glimpsed the future. Was this Alexia? Was this a vision of the life into which she had been cast? The woman in the dream had obviously enjoyed her vigorous reaming. He thought jealously of the viscous stream of semen that had pursued the thick spear of the man after he had withdrawn it from the woman. Coming to himself he realized that whatever the situation he must rescue Alexia. He was still groggy from sleep as he realized he was no longer alone under his wrapping. Wanda lay beside him, her soft breasts against his chest. She was holding his stiff member in her hands and stroking him slowly. He whispered to her. "Wanda, what are you doing?" "You were trashing about, murmuring wildly about Alexia. I came over to see what was happening but when I lifted your cover I saw your cock was as hard as a stick. I was tempted when I saw it. Come, please let me relieve you of this tension in your body." Ingemar now could see that Wanda was naked. Her body was smooth, warm and exciting. He thought of the woman he had dreamt about, of Alexia. Wanda was right he needed relief. But was it right? Wanda overpowered his resistance when she lay on her back and rolling Ingemar onto her, drew him into her hot soaking passion. She was voluptuous and arousing, her hips grinding against his with impassioned rage, her stiff nipples thrusting against his broad chest. Her desire combined with his recent erotic dream resulted in an explosion in his loins. His seed spurted powerfully into her filling her furrow to overflowing, till it ran freely down her cleft. The lovers exhausted by their exertion snuggled together for physical and spiritual warmth. Ingemar curled around her body, his hand clasping her naked breast as he lapsed into dreamless sleep. Ingemar was awoken by the clatter of cooking pots and looked up from his bed to see Wanda and Gareth tying them to the side of the wagon. His head felt better than it had and he struggled to his feet, pulling on his pants and shirt and went to help them. "Where is Ulf?" he asked not seeing him anywhere. "I don't know." Said Gareth "He wasn't here when I awoke." At that moment a rustle in the bushes heralded Ulf's return. he was carrying a brace of plump rabbits over his shoulder. "I thought if we were going to be fools, we should be well fed fools." He grunted amiably After their meal the travellers got into the wagon. Ingemar and Ulf sat in the back and Gareth and Wanda in the drivers seat. They had decided it would look better if it appeared as though they were a married couple driving to market. The day was warm and they met few people on the road. They stopped twice at small farms to ask for water and delicately question their inhabitants. They discovered that the raiders had passed by their farms almost a week before them, travelling quickly northward. It was apparent that at their rate of travel they would have already reached the first major town to the north. As their wagon was old and pulled by just one old horse, they could see no way of reaching the town in less than three weeks. But, they could see no other way of reaching the town all together and they decided that splitting their crew was dangerous. Almost a week into their journey they approached a farmhouse one evening where they hoped they might find a field to camp and where they could buy some eggs and milk. The four travellers approached the door and knocked. The door opened a crack and a young face looked out. "What do you want?" She asked brusquely, her eyes brushing across the odd company before her, flaring briefly as they went by Ulf but regaining their coolness immediately. "Who is it, girl?" Said a male voice as the door was pulled open. An older man appeared in the doorway and stared at them. "What would you be wanting here, strangers?" He asked gruffly. "We hoped we might be able to buy some eggs and milk and perhaps pull our cart off the road into one of you fields so that we might stay the night." The man looked thoughtfully at them. "The milk and eggs I can manage but I'm not sure about the staying. Look at this girl, I used to let people stay here and one of them has knocked her up. Here she was almost an old maid and now she's carrying some good-for-nothing's baby in her belly. How did it happen? I say. He just brushed against me in the barn she says. And you fell back into the hay with your legs wide open, I says. Pah. What's worse than a spinster daughter? A pregnant spinster daughter, that's what." Now that they looked closer at the girl they could see the truth in his words. She was tall and blonde with startlingly blue eyes and a voluptuous body. But, the swell in her belly was unmistakable. She placed her hands on it protectively as though her father might want to take it away. "Gwyneth, take the woman to the barn and give her some milk and eggs. It'll cost you 2 coppers." Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 02 "Thank you." Said Gareth. "Well I'll thank you if you don't rob us blind in the night." The man stumped inside and the girl took Wanda's arm and led her to the barn. "Are you married?" Gwyneth asked Wanda. "Yes," Wanda lied, "to the young man." "What about the older man?" "The blonde one?" "No the other with the scar." "No, he's not married. His wife was killed by raiders." "Father makes me hide when the raiders are about. He says they'll rape me and maybe take me away and sell me into slavery. Though some days I think anything would be better than this." "How did it happen?" "It was some months ago after one of those raids. The raiders passed through and then a man appeared. He asked Pa for lodging and he agreed. He told us how the raiders had killed his wife and kidnapped his daughter. That's why Pa's so worried about me. He was sleeping here in the barn and I came out to bed the horses. He asked me to stay awhile and talk to him. He was very sad and I was sorry for him. Well, I let him cry on my shoulder and one thing led to another. First, he kissed me. He was gentle and kind and, to be honest, I liked the kisses so I let him. He told me it would better if we lay down so that if my father came in he wouldn't see us kissing, so we lay down together. His touches were like fire and I let him put his hand on my bosom. Soon he was kissing me there. Then, before I really knew what was happening we were naked. He tickled me between my legs until I thought I would faint and then he lay on top of me and to my surprise poked me between the legs with his cock. I'd seen the animals do it but I just didn't realize how people did it. He was very kind and I loved every minute of it. Even the pain at the beginning. I finally had to leave for bed and when I came out in the morning he was gone. As you can guess I was sad. Then as the months went by and my belly swelled I realized he had left me with more than memories." "It's a strange story, no doubt." Said Wanda. The women picked up the eggs and milk and returned to the three men. Again, Gwyneth eyed Ulf in a peculiar manner before leaving them to their meal. As the stars came out the travellers went their separate ways. Wanda had discovered a pond and decided to wash herself. Gareth spent his time scratching words on a piece of paper. Ulf went hunting for rabbit and Ingemar needed to walk quietly and contemplate his options and to ease his heart. Ingemar walked along the dry stone wall and sat on the lowest step of a stile he found built into the wall. His thoughts as usual centred on Alexia. His mind cast back to their meeting at her father's house when he was an apprentice. The time he had saved her from almost certain violation at the hands of two boys. The first time he sank into her slippery wetness. He fell into a meditative daze and visions crowded into his mind. He stood within a small room. As he turned he saw a bench that was covered with a soft bedcover. Two people were standing in the room with him. As his eyes focused on them he saw that one was a tall blonde woman and the other a shorter man or boy. The woman, though she appeared naked, was holding a gown in front of her as though embarrassed of her state. The boy regarded the woman with undisguised lust, even though she might have been his mother. He heard no words as the woman let the gown fall to the floor revealing herself completely to the boy. The woman moved to the boy and slowly removed his clothes, kissing his face, his neck, his nipples as her mouth traversed his nakedness. His erect penis quivered excitedly as she kneeled in front of him and took it into her mouth. The boy's eyes closed and his chest heaved deeply as her mouth swallowed up his knob. At first, his hips thrust toward her slowly and haltingly, as he licked his lips nervously. But, his cadence altered to match that of the woman as she increased her speed. Ingemar could tell from the mask of pleasure on the boy's face when he achieved his climax. The woman drew away, licking his plentiful discharge from her lips where it escaped from her mouth. She walked to the couch, and lying down on it, guided the boy's face between her legs. Her hips heaved against him as his tongue lapped between the tender folds of her sex until with quivering jerks of her body she attained release. The boy stood up, his cock once again rigid and primed and the woman aided him onto the bed where she guided him into her warm, slick haven. With the naivity and vigour of youth, the boy probed the woman heartily, arriving at a most delicious conclusion for both boy and woman. The look of undisguised lust on the woman's face convinced Ingemar of the boy's effectiveness. And yet he was not yet finished, in seconds his hips again began to rise and fall on the receptive woman. As his dream faded he could see the woman's rising passion in the eloquence of her body movements. Ingemar woke with a start. His head again throbbed, still not completely recovered from the hard knock it had sustained. His confused thoughts whirled in his head. Was this again a vision of his wife forced into a world of lascivious abandon; a slave to other's passion? He stumbled to his feet and started back to the wagon. It had grown dark and he used the large barn as beacon. As he grew closer to the barn he could see a faint light shining through the barn boards. Drawing close he saw that the light was coming through a gap between two broken boards and he set his eye against it. At first he saw nothing, but as he cast his eye around he could see the unmistakable leg of a woman, although her body was hidden by the body of a cow, that munched hay unconcernedly. Ingemar moved sideways until he discovered another break in the boards. This time he saw the farm girl, Gwyneth, lying face up in the straw her cotton dress drawn up to her neck. Her pregnant belly bulged tightly above the dark blonde bush between her legs. A man was sitting with his back to Ingemar facing the girl, his hands squeezing and fondling her swelling breasts. "The little minx." Thought Ingemar "Now that one lover has greased her snug cleft, how easily it opens for another." The man spoke and Ingemar suddenly recognized the voice. It was Ulf's voice that said. "Ah, Gwyneth it has been so long. I little thought our hurried romp in the hay would so quickly bear fruit." "I waited for you. I hoped you would return, but months passed and I began to fear the worst. But, quickly now put your cock into me and let me feel its stiffness again. Ah ... Ulf it is just as I remember it. Feel how wet I become when you are near. Be careful of the babe. You are a gifted lover, no doubt but I would not want to harm the baby." Ingemar watched Ulf's glistening cock flashing ever quicker into her pink gash before he rose and went back to the wagon. The wagon was dark when Ingemar got back to it. He climbed over the back board and after removing his boots and pants crawled under his covers and found Wanda, now a regular night time companion, warming his bed. His arms reached around her to cuddle her breasts as his cock slid easily between her thighs and into her slippery notch. Burying his face in her newly washed hair he revelled in her acceptance. She instinctively adjusted to his thrusts and ardently responded to his passion. They lay united for some minutes before snuggling together in the warm afterglow of shared comfort. Knowing that his search would be long and arduous, Ingemar found comfort in Wanda's compassionate support. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 03 Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 3 5. Journey to Saint Michel (beginning) Dawn broke in the stable and the girls were wakened by the sun streaming through the cracks in the wall. The three girls, still weary from their night time exertions, rolled groggily from their blankets and dressed quickly in the cold morning air. Climbing down the ladder from the loft, the women splashed cold water from the trough onto their faces to wash away the traces of sleep. Ulric invited them into his kitchen and the women were surprised to discover that he had made hot pancakes and tea for them. The girls ate hungrily and Ulric uncharacteristically, smiled as they wolfed the food down. "Well, we must be going, if we are to reach the monastery today" he grumbled, and hustled the women outside and into his heavy cart. It was barely minutes after the town gates were opened that they rumbled out of the town and onto the open road. Ulric offered the women a swig of wine from his wineskin, grinning amiably as they each drank a little. His attitude to the women seemed totally different from the previous evening and Alana was tempted to surmise that he had been out of sorts. The rocking of the old cart had a soporific effect on the women and Alana kept jolting awake as her head slumped forward. Ulric pulled some old blankets from behind the seat and pointed out to her that if she rolled them up she could pack them against the side of the cart and use them as a pillow. Alana thanked him and was soon fast asleep. Ulric looked back over his shoulders towards the women in the back of the cart and found them asleep too. His eyes were drawn to the slim legs of Alana as he turned back. He touched her leg briefly as he moved his hand from the back of the seat. When she didn't stir he became more bold, resting his hand on her knee. Her lack of response to this convinced him that potion he had given the girls had taken effect. As he stroked his hand against the smooth inner surface of her thigh he thought back to when he had acquired the substance he had added to the wine. 6. Ulric's Tale Ulric had been travelling through the forest outside of Olfberg late one evening when he had inexplicably lost his way. Sighting a small cottage he had ridden to it and knocked on the door hoping to get directions. The door had been answered by a middle aged woman who had invited him in. The house was full of plants and herbs. Their redolence was almost too much to bear, however, he soon got used to it. After asking and receiving directions to town he asked the woman what it was she did there. "Oh, I collect all manner of plants and herbs and spices to make my potions and lotions and unguents". "And what do you do with these lotions and such." "Sell them, what else?" "Do they work?" "Do they work?" she said coming right up to him "How old do you think I am?" "Well I don't want seem ungracious but about forty?" "More like seventy, young'un" He stared at the woman. She certainly didn't look seventy. A person so old was almost unheard of in world. "Here," she said holding a jar up filled with a yellowish powder "you look like a randy'un. Why don't you buy some of this. Guaranteed to get you any woman you want." "You mean a love potion". "Love? What's love got to do with anything. All you men care about is if it gets them to lift up their skirts and open their pretty legs for you." she said "This will not only do that, but they'll open up their little honey pots, let you put your stinger in, prime them with your pump and care naught for the consequences. What's more they won't even remember who it was or what you did after you're gone." He felt his cock stiffen as she said this. "Come on, mother if you had something like that you could make your fortune". "Who says I haven't?" "How much is it?" "For you, ten coppers, twelve if you want some of this lotion. Put this behind your ears and it'll really get their juices stirred." "Seems like an awful lot for something I don't know works". "Take it or leave it." "Alright I'll take a bottle and the lotion." "You can mix it with almost anything. Two small spoons per person. Give it about fifteen to twenty minutes to take effect. It will last about three hours before the effects start to wear off. But be careful, the more you use it on a person the easier they will surrender and the more attached to you they will become." Ulric snatched up the bottle and was soon on his way, the laughter of the old woman still rankling in his ears. "You're a fool, Ulric, to believe such lies." He thought The next day he decided to try out his potion. He would now know how the old woman had cheated him, selling him worthless dust. But it was worth a try. Ulric had been eyeing a girl, Rona, in the village for some time but she had made it clear to him that she did not favour him. Her father and brother watched her like a hawk, counting on a good marriage to consolidate their fortune. Today was a good time to visit as her father and brother were on a hunting expedition and were not expected back for several days. Ulric baked some of his scones which were quite famous in the village and rubbed a little of the lotion behind his ears. Rona and her family lived beyond the edge of the village in a small cottage surrounded by tall mature fir trees. Taking a circuitous route he arrived at Rona's door. When Rona answered the door it was obvious from her face that she had not expected to find him there and that she was not very happy to see him. "I brought you some scones" he said "I thought that seeing as your father and brother are not around, some homecooking would not go amiss". She eyed the steaming bundle he held and indeed the wafting aroma of the scones did make her feel a little hungry. "I shouldn't do this. My Pa told me not to talk to any boys or men while he was away or he'd beat me till my bum was black and blue, but I suppose it would be alright if we sat here in the doorway and ate some of your scones. Wait and I will bring some wine to wash them down." She came back with a small bottle of wine which she opened and poured into two cups. They sat quietly and ate the scones. Ulric was careful to only nibble one, whilst Rona ate the others with relish. They talked casually as they ate and Ulric prolonged the engagement by asking her about her father, brother, relatives, the garden, anything that he could think of that could prolong his stay. After some fifteen minutes Rona became more quiet and rocked back and forth distractedly. He caught her looking at him strangely. She sat in a wanton fashion, her legs bent and opened invitingly. He thought he could see her well thatched slit, but it could have been the shadow thrown by her dress. Several more minutes had passed and she now contemplated him more boldly, her eyes dropping to his crotch. Ulric could feel himself stiffen under this scrutiny and his prick strained noticeably against the thin fabric of his pants. "Are you alright Rona?" asked Ulric somewhat alarmed. "Oh yes" she said "I feel quite fine, though I'm getting to be a little warm and I think I should go inside now". Ulric followed her in. She turned to him and said. "You know I never realized until now, but you really are quite handsome though," she said gazing brazenly at his obvious erection, "it looks like you need to get a larger pair of pants, those seem a little tight." She stood still, eyeing him meaningfully. Ulric decided that it was time to be bold and reached out and held her to him, his lips seeking out her soft yielding lips. Her body molded itself to his and she returned his kisses passionately. He lifted her bodily and carried her through to one of the bedrooms and lay her on the bed. Ulric stretched out beside her as their bodies entwined in ecstatic bliss before kneeling over her as his nervous hands unfastened her bodice and revealed her tender breasts to his touch and caresses. Her mouth hung open as he sucked and nibbled her stiffened nipples and she gasped with excitement as his hands drew up her dress and touched her secret slot. Ulric needed no urging and soon had the two of them completely unclad. Her slit was dripping with passionate secretions and his finger slipped easily within its folds searching blindly for her seat of pleasure. He rubbed and pressed her clitoris until she exploded in waves of pleasure. Ulric despite his plain facial features was gloriously well endowed. His thick cock like a maiden's wrist stood out some eight inches from a dark bush of curly hair. Rona eyed it with unfeigned lust as he approached her. He kneeled over her and placed his rampant cock at the entrance to her vagina and entered her with one swift thrust. She screamed as she felt the merged sensations of both pain and pleasure when her body was penetrated for the first time. Her tight slot looked as though it would split as it stretched taut around his gargantuan prick. However, within seconds her initial pain had receded, to be replaced by a throbbing urgency which propelled her to eagerly heave her hips against his thrusting maleness. Her sexual floodgate had been opened and she rode the crest of its flood. She quickly reached her second orgasm as Ulric himself unable to control himself shot an ocean of semen into her. Ulric found Rona to be infinitely receptive to every suggestion and he had soon sampled every available orifice. Noting the lengthening shadows he realized he must be close to the effective limit of the powder. He found it difficult to tear himself away but consoled himself with the thought that he could revisit today's pleasures on the following day. Ulric spent a restless night, his brain feverishly reliving his experiences with Rona and concocting new activities they could savour. He was up early and this time, cooked a loaf of bread, well spiced with the love powder. He noted that his supply was getting low; only enough to make another three or four sexual forays. He left his house shortly after breakfast and walked briskly along the path to Rona's cottage. As he walked he noticed someone ahead of him. It looked a little like Rona so he increased his pace. When he caught up he found it was Alicia. He wasn't sure how old Alicia was, about twenty two years old? In fact she was thirty two, though still young looking and lithe and married to rich old Vosta. It had been a marriage made in the back pockets of her father, who had been well paid to arrange the match. "Hello Alicia, beautiful morning, is it not". "Ah Ulric, you are out early. Your bread smells wonderful. Where are you going so early?". Ulric reddened as he made up some story about taking the morning air. "Would you like to share some of my bread?" "Uhm, that sounds good" she said and Ulric pulled off a big piece, which she wolfed down hungrily. They had soon made short work of the bread and walked together talking about village affairs and local gossip. Alicia stumbled against Ulric's arm and said "My head feels strange; my legs suddenly seem so weak". Ulric held her to prevent her further stumbling. "It must be the sun. Perhaps you should sit and rest awhile. Come, I know a shady spot where you can rest". She leaned heavily against him and her sweet perfume rose to his nose. He helped her through the trees to a quiet glade some distance from the path. "Here, you can rest here, out of the sun". She sat down on the ground. "Perhaps, you should lie down for moment" said Ulric as he helped her. "Perhaps you should loosen your clothes so that you get more air. Here, let me help you" he said as she fumbled unsuccessfully with her bodice. Alicia lay placidly, her thighs squeezing together convulsively as Ulric unfastened the top button of her bodice. The warm and firm swell of breasts raised his mounting ardour another step. His hand moved to the second button and unfastened it. He could now see the deep cleft between her breasts as they strained against the fabric. When the third button was released the dark shapes of her stiff nipples were clearly visible. Encountering no opposition to the continuation of this procedure, he proceeded to unfasten her bodice until he was able to draw it from her shoulders and expose her full breasts. His hands roamed uncontested over their soft smoothness. Her shoulders wriggled seductively as his fingers brushed the sensitive nipples, causing them to stiffen wantonly. He lowered his head to them and drew first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, teasing and nibbling them. With one hand she pulled up her dress and rasped her fingers through the abundant bush which hid her tender slot. "Ah Sovig" she gasped "my mouse is lonely. Feel how wet she is from running alone in the morning dew". As she said this, she drew Ulric's hand down to her delicate pouch and pushed it against him, liberally coating his hand with her sprinkling emissions. "So," thought Ulric "Sovig, my friend, has been wallowing in this water hole. I wonder how Vosta would feel about that. Perhaps there is something to be made from this knowledge." He cast back in his memory to when he and Sovig were teenagers surreptitiously creeping over to the cottage of Norna a young widow whose husband had been thrown by a horse and died. They would hide in the bushes next to her house and watch her through her window. Usually they could get to see her removing her clothes before bed. They would then compare the size of their stiff members. Ulric's was unusually large for a boy of his age whereas Sovig's was of the more normal size. However, Sovig was handsome and amply demonstrated that it was technique not dimensions that stirred a woman's passion. Unlike Ulric he had already introduced one of the young girls in the village to his weapon. One evening they were watching through the window, waiting for Norna to go to bed when there was a knock on the door. Norna opened the door and was obviously surprised to find Eric there. He pushed into the room impetuously as soon as the door was opened and closed the door behind him. The boys could clearly hear Norna say. "Eric, what are you doing here at this time of night, whatever is the matter?" "I can wait no longer" Eric blurted out as he took her with one hand and began to unbutton her blouse. "Eric! What are you doing? Are you drunk? Stop that! It is unseemly. You must go before the neighbours hear you." They disappeared into the bedroom and did not reappear. Ulric snapped back to reality luxuriating in the caress of pubic hair sodden from generous secretions and a slit that pulsated as he slid his weapon into her delightfully tight scabbard. Despite her wetness she was agreeably tight. It was plain that she was unused to admitting members of Ulric's dimension. She bounced and gyrated like a belly dancer under his firm thrusts and was soon gasping in delight as spasms of joy washed through her. "You make me feel so sinful. You frightened me that night when you crept into our house and I found you in my bed stroking me as you are now. I was afraid to make a noise for fear you would wake Vosta, but my fear only added to the excitement. Vosta had not touched me in a month and your touches were like fire; Now I find myself powerless to resist your indecent proposals." "Come Alicia, kneel for me". Alicia looked at him curiously. "What do you plan?" she said as she complied slowly with his request. In answer, Ulric buried his head between the globes of her firm bottom and commenced licking her anus whilst his hands roamed over her breasts and slot. She huffed as his tongue penetrated her tight sphincter. "We should not do this, it is against the teachings of our father". Ulric ignored her weak protest and presented his rod to her tightness. Using secretions from her overflowing flowerpot he soon insinuated his cock half its length into her. Her hips began to move slowly, forcing his member to its full length into her. "Sovig, you are ever the seducer. Press forward, it begins to feel pleasant. Ah yes ... oh yes your prick feels so big today. Yes slowly ... that's good. Oh yes, faster now. Ah ... Ah ... I am coming again. Oh ... Oh ...OHHH!" Ulric squirted into her bottom and pulling out quickly, recommenced the reaming of her slick vagina. In minutes he was once again spurting his seed into her warm haven. Ulric lay on her, his softening prick soaking in her warm notch. "Alicia, how do you feel about Ulric?" "I have never thought about him. He is so quiet, a little plain to be sure, but he seems nice." "Would it surprise you to know that he is hung like a mare. When we were younger, we would compare our tools. I was amazed at the size of his rammer. If women knew this I bet they would all be beating a path to his door. I think he would provide you even more pleasure than myself. Though I wouldn't tell him that. You should creep around some evening and observe him. If you go around the back you can see into his bedroom." "I couldn't do that it would be unmaidenly". "Anyway, I must go now. Stay here until I have gone, we would not want anyone to find out about us." "Yes, and Sovig you must keep our secret, if Vosta found out there is no telling what he would do". Ulric replaced his clothes and left Alicia in the grove and continued to Rona's cottage. Before he went to the door he sprinkled more of the powder onto the bread to make up for what Alicia had eaten, and smeared some of the old woman's lotion on his face and neck. He knocked at the door, which was shortly opened by Rona. She seemed less displeased to see him than she had seemed the previous day although it was obvious she had no recollection of his having visited. "Hello, Rona. I have baked some bread and I thought that you might like to share it with me". As she drank in the smell of the lotion he grew more handsome to her until she could not imagine not inviting him in. "Uhm it smells good. Why don't you come in and we can eat in the kitchen." Ulric followed her in and they were soon eating the bread with fresh butter, washed down with tea. After eating Rona declared that she felt quite warm and unfastened the top button on her bodice. Ulric stood up and walked over to her and standing behind her, stroked her hair and said. "Rona, you are so beautiful. Your hair, so soft; your cheeks so warm and smooth; your neck so delicate". As he talked his hands stroked the mentioned body part. She leaned against him and made no move to arrest his progress. "Your shoulders so graceful." He unfastened her bodice and brushed his hands over her breasts; her nipples popping out like corks as his hands moved over them. "Your breasts like fresh melons tipped with cherries." He kneeled between her legs and caressed her feet. "Your feet so perfect; your ankles so petite; your legs so comely; Your thighs so sensitive". He pushed her skirt up over her hips unveiling her recently virgin slit, which puckered as he drew his fingers through its fine fur. He submerged his head between her accommodating thighs and began to lap up her salty elixir. Her thighs spread obligingly to permit his activities. The hot nub of her passion stiffened with anticipation and her spendings flowed freely from her, as the first climax surged through her. This settled matters for Ulric and he and Rona were shortly riding the turbulent wings of passion in her bedroom. Alicia awoke some minutes after Ulric had left and was confused as to why she should be off the road. She remembered dimly, dreaming of Sovig and smiled as she recalled their coming appointment this afternoon. Vosta would be in a neighbouring village until later that evening. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 03 She cast off the cobwebs and continued her walk back to her house. She entered by the back and hanging her wrap on the hook went into the kitchen to prepare the mid morning meal for herself. Suddenly she found herself being lifted bodily off the ground, her skirts swept over her head so she could neither see nor shout. She was dropped unceremoniously on a bed and a cock swiftly found its mark in her still slippery sanctuary. After several thrusts, her skirts were removed from her eyes to reveal the handsome features of Sovig. "Sovig!" she gasped "I did not expect you till later. You scared me. I thought you were one of the raiders who attack the border villages." "Be honest Alicia, you have been thinking of me. You are as wet as if you had been riding horses all morning." "Sovig, how could you say that, you know that you are the only person who has had their way with me excepting Vosta." "Ah, the lucky dog". Sovig increased his tempo as he approached his climax. Alicia remembered her dream. The real Sovig did not seem as passionate, neither was his cock as massive as in her dream and although quickly raised her lust to boiling after his climax she caught herself feeling slightly disappointed. What had Sovig in her dreams told her? Something about Ulric ... yes ... how Ulric was well formed though plain. Had Sovig told her that or was it part of the dream? "You seem distracted Alicia." said Sovig as he pulled his tool out of her sopping slot "Are you so bored with me then?" "Of course not, silly" she said "I was merely surprised to see you. I have a question for you." "Yes?" "You know Ulric right?" "Oh yes we were best friends when we were young, why?" "I heard one of the women saying he was very well-endowed." "Oh ho, that is the rumour." "Is it true?" "Actually, it is only a little larger than mine. You are not thinking of propositining him are you? I wouldn't be happy about that." "Of course not I just wanted to know whether she was telling the truth." Her face colouring hotly. "Well that's fine then. Anyway, I found out I had to go to Ranheim this afternoon, so I thought I would come over and give you a taste of what you can expect when Vosta goes to Arla next week. But I can't stay, I must get going". He gave her damp womanhood a quick squeeze as he kissed her goodbye, and was gone. Alicia found she was not disappointed at his leaving early. After he had left, her passions mounted as she daydreamed of monstrous members stretching her slit to its limit. Alicia emerged from her reveries and remembered that she had promised Vosta that she would pick up a lamb haunch at the butcher's shop. She hastily dressed and hurried out of the house. The butcher's shop was at the further end of the village and she ran quickly, knowing that Vosta would be unhappy if she arrived after the butcher had gone home. She arrived at the shop just as the butcher was locking up, but he had always valued Vosta and his wife as customers and was happy to get the meat for her. She loaded it into her bag and started her return journey. She was now in no hurry and was soon preoccupied with her fantasies. She rose out of dreams briefly and noted she was close to the Ulric's stable and was seized with a desire to observe him at home. She remembered that Sovig had told her that there was a rear window she might see through without much fear of detection. She approached the back of his house warily and found that it was as Sovig had described. A tree grew close to the window and concealed her from the road and camouflaged her from observation from the window. She approached the window and peered through. Alicia was disappointed to discover that Ulric did not appear to be at home. She examined his room that was surprisingly neat for a single man. Like most houses in the village there was only one room on the main level; his bed tucked into one corner. His clothes were laid out neatly on a chair and the table was set in preparation for his next meal. She was just drawing away from the window when Ulric burst noisily through the door into his stable and rushed over to the bed. Drawing a chamber pot from under it he extracted his cock from his trousers and commenced urinating into it. Alicia's eyes were drawn to his member which was surprisingly thick and long. It was almost two hand spans long in its limp state. It was as big she thought, and maybe larger, than the member of her sister Alexia's husband, Ingemar. Her mind cast back to that day when she had first seen it. Alexia had been courted by Ingemar for some weeks. Ingemar was a carpenter from a village some miles north and was working in the village with their father. He had been immediately struck with the beauty, grace and innocence of Alexia and had approached their father to ask for permission to meet her. Alexia was initially flattered by his attentions, but soon grew to love him. One day while their father was visiting a neighbouring village; Alicia had come home from shopping in the village. After storing the goods she had purchased, she went upstairs to change out of her travel clothes. She and Alexia shared the same room but as she approached it, she could hear peculiar gasping noises as though Alexia was having trouble breathing. Worried that she may be in distress, Alicia opened the door and was met with the startling sight of Alexia, her skirts around her waist gasping and moaning as Ingemar thrust his massive cock into the slippery crease between her thighs. The labia clung to his member as his massive organ ploughed into her and her exposed breasts quivered indecently with each lunge. Engrossed as they were, Alicia was able to retreat unnoticed. Closing the door to a crack she watched as their tempo increased and Alexia now moaned uncontrollably, her thighs arching to meet each thrust. In minutes Alexia thighs shook violently and she squealed excitedly as she climaxed. Alicia had never seen a man and a woman making love before and was shocked when a copious flow of fluid ran from her glowing slit to form a pool on the bed between her legs. Alicia closed the door quietly and hurried back downstairs. Almost a half hour passed before the two lovers came downstairs. Alexia looked flushed and happy, whilst Ingemar had a foolish grin on his face as his hand extended around her shoulder. They seemed somewhat embarrassed to find Alicia there, although Alicia tried to appear as though she did not suspect anything. For Alicia this had been a turning point in her life. That long past evening, as she had contemplated what she had seen, she discovered her own slit becoming wet and itchy. Rubbing it with her fingers she experienced her first orgasm. After that she would shadow Alexia and Ingemar when they went out and often observed them engaged in similar play. As she returned from these dreams Alicia found herself imagining Ulric's cock pushing between her thighs into her clinging nest; spreading the lips wide and stretching her sensitive slot around its massive form. Her hand slipped between the folds of her dress and pressed against her bush. Her labia were already parted and slippery; a response to her erotic musings. Too soon Ulric completed his ablutions and hid away his manhood. Alicia waited until he had left the room and slipped back to the road and home. Vosta arrived home late. Alicia had prepared the leg of lamb that was soon ravenously consumed by the two of them. Vosta had had a successful business trip and as a consequence felt worked up. After eating he pulled Alicia onto his knee and thrust his hand between her thighs. He interpreted the engorged and slippery state of her slot as her passion for him. Alicia quickly warmed to his expert touches and soon felt the hot rush of her climax consuming her. Vosta laid her gently on the floor and was soon plunging his prick into her accommodating cleft. Although Vosta's member was of average size his skill at firing her passions soon had her in further throes of lust. Vosta filled her slippery hole with a copious gush of semen sending her into further throes of pleasure. Her heightened passion, caused by her sensuous daydreams, conjured a confusion of images in her mind. The face of Vosta faded into the face of Ulric and then reformed into the face of Vosta again. "My God Alicia, you are like a volcano tonight. If only I were younger when we met, perhaps I could have kept up with you." He rolled to one side, exhausted by his exertions. "I need to go to Asberg tomorrow and I need you to do something for me. I need to rent the horse and wagon from Ulric so that I can carry some wood on Thursday. I would like you to go to his stable and arrange it. He is a hard bargainer, but maybe if you bat your eyelids he will give you a better deal than he normally gives me. He normally charges me 1 silver. If you can get it for anything less than that you will have made an excellent bargain and you can have any money we don't have to spend." Alicia blushed as her mind pictured Ulric holding his thick prick over the pot. Vosta saw the blush and interpreted it as shyness. "Don't worry my dear, Ulric seems hard but he is fair. And I suspect he is kinder than he appears. If he tries to rent the horse for more than a silver, tell him we will rent Eric's old nag, which I can get for next to nothing." Alicia's mouth was dry as she nodded mutely in acquiescence. "Good, then I suggest we retire to bed. I should get an early start tomorrow." Alicia woke slowly as the sunlight moved across her face. She was alone. Vosta had already left for his assignment. She slid out from the covers and stood admiring the smooth contours of her body. She threw on a thin cotton gown and went out to the well and drew some water. Vosta as usual had left a pot on the fire that was bubbling when she went into the living room. Tugging off her shift she emptied some of the hot water into a small bath, cooling it with well water and entered it. She washed herself slowly, finishing with her long red hair. She dried herself off and dabbed perfume on her neck and under her armpits. As an afterthought she sprinkled some between her legs. She dressed in a simple yet elegant dress that she realized, as she viewed herself in the mirror, called attention to her prominent breasts and well rounded body. After her morning meal she decided that it would perhaps be better to carry out her negotiations with Ulric in the morning while she was still fresh. Alicia arrived at the stables about an hour and a half before midday and knocked on the back door of his house. She was half hoping he wouldn't be there and she could delay the negotiations. A bolt rattled and the door was opened by Ulric. "Alicia" he said "this is a pleasant surprise." Alicia observed the man. Although not a handsome man, his eyes suggested a humour that he rarely displayed in public. He was broad shouldered and well muscled from his work in the stable. Her eyes were drawn almost unconsciously to the bulge at his groin. She blushed as she met his eyes and realized he had caught her quick glance. "Vosta asked me to see whether we could rent your horse and cart. We would need it on Thursday." "Come in" he said "I will check my schedule for Thursday and see if it is available." He already knew it was not booked but his stalling tactic had two benefits. It gave the customer the impression that the horse and cart were in high demand and also he would get the opportunity to talk longer with Alicia. "If you could sit here" he said indicating a couch in the living room. He went into the back room to check his horse rental schedule. Once out of sight he went to a shelf and retrieved what was left of his love philtres. Discovering that he had only a small amount of lotion left, he applied what was left to his neck and ears and reentered the room. "It seems that the horse and cart is available". "So all that is left to agree on a price" blurted Alicia. "Please, there is plenty of time to talk of business. Can I offer you something to eat or drink. I have an excellent mead". "Thank you, mead with water would be nice". She did not want to overly indulge as she felt it would dull her senses and her bargaining position. Ulric half filled two glasses from an jug in the kitchen and added water to one. He also piled a plate with scones and brought glasses and scones into the living room and placed them on a small table. "Have a scone" he offered as he gave her the glass of mead. Alicia felt her mouth dry and her nipples strain against the fabric of her dress as he approached and took both the glass and a scone with mumbled thanks. Ulric sat uncomfortably close to her on the couch. "So, what is Vosta doing today that he needs to delegate his chores?" "Oh, he had work in Asberg". "And how is Vosta". "He's well. Very busy as always". "You must find it hard with all this time on your hands" volunteered Ulric. This prompted a blush from Alicia as she said. "No I have many things to do". "And how is Sovig?" Alicia almost choked on her scone as her face approximated the colour of a ripe tomato. "A very indiscreet fellow, Sovig" Ulric added. "What do you mean" stammered Alicia. "I think you know" said Ulric moving closer to her. "No, I don't". "Sovig and I are good friends. He tells me everything. Do you remember his visit yesterday" said Ulric reaching his hand toward Alicia. "He wouldn't," she said uncertainly. "Are you sure Alicia?" said Ulric as his right hand now rested on the swell of her breast while his other hand fumbled with the buttons on her gown. Alicia was confused. His close presence excited her in a way she would have thought impossible. She knew she should attempt to stop him but she seemed incapable of movement. The mere touch of his hands sent thrills through her and she felt an overwhelming excitement spread through her loins that she was reluctant to check. She felt almost like a spectator as she looked down and saw her bodice open and Ulric stroking and kneading her throbbing naked breasts. She glanced with growing unease at his groin and the massive bulge there, straining against his pants. Ulric pressed his lips first to one breast and then the other. She was overwhelmed with a lust she could neither comprehend nor control. He now slid her gown over her hips and tickled his fingers through her increasingly wet slit. His prick, when he released it, was enormous, fully two and a half spans long and as thick as a young child's wrist. It swayed lazily; the knob already glistening with a slick coating of semen. She watched its serpentine motions as though she was under the mesmeric influence of a cobra. Ulric spread her legs apart, to which she offered no resistance, and placed his shaft at the yawning mouth of her sex. Placing his hands under her bottom he lifted her hips slowly, his stationary prick seemingly engulfed by her voracious pit. Her cleft stretched taut around his rod revealing the tight nub above her slot that stood out stiff and red. At each thrust, her clitoris buried into his pubic hair and she felt prickles of enjoyment as the coarse hair caressed it. The mounting tightness she experienced sent ever more thrilling ripples of pleasure through her body. Ulric increased the tempo as her tight and moist slot expanded to absorb him completely. The sharp slap as their bellies collided sent ripples through Alicia's body. Her breasts swung freely at each thrust and her tongue rolled over her lips in a truly licentious fashion. Her climax was achieved rapidly and her hips undulated wildly as wave after wave of unrepentant delight surged through her loins and spread through her. Ulric lifted her from the couch and without withdrawing carried the impaled Alicia to his bed where he lay her panting body and recommenced reaming her. Alicia was in his thrall and encouraged his advances by thrusting her hips out to him as he freely probed her warm and inviting sex. Alicia was amazed as she recognized the mounting tension in her legs that heralded the onset of another orgasm. This time it seemed to go on for an eternity, mounting ever more desperately until she could feel the pulses from Ulric which marked his own climax. The enormous gush of his male seed filled her to surfeit; running between her thighs in rivulets. She lay exhausted as he rolled off her and completed her disrobing. As her senses came back to her, she felt embarrassed and guilty. She had only come to negotiate a horse price and instead had herself been ridden like a mare in heat. Yet as Ulric's hand stroked through the crushed and matted hair between her legs she felt again the flutterings of desire blossom in her loins and she made no move to prevent his nimble fingers from fulfilling their fateful duty. Her eyes closed as she allowed the flush of excitement wash over her. Putting his arms around her he spun her onto her stomach whilst thrusting two fingers into her accommodating slit. She felt the warmth of his breath as his mouth approached her exposed bottom and she started slightly as his tongue squirmed between the uncovered half moons of her most secret of places. She writhed sensuously as the tip of his tongue flickered across the tight ring of muscle which she had never allowed anyone, even Vosta to enter. She made no protest as the tongue pushed and pressed against the hole until it opened enough for it to partly penetrate. Although concerned, the sensation aroused her and she lay perfectly still revelling in the excitement it poused inside her. Ulric raised her to her knees, constantly probing her slippery slot with his fingers while his tongue probed and licked her nether hole. He removed his tongue and now she felt a finger press against her bottom hole. She now attempted to escape his advances but was prevented by his arm around her thigh. As his finger slipped into her and she found the sensation not displeasing, in fact it heightened her arousal. Alicia felt spasms of pleasure radiate from her bottom as Ulric's finger probed and stretched the tight ring of muscle. She sensed what Ulric was about to do to her and recalled the times she had watched Ingemar and Alexia engaged in this way and imagined herself in the place of Alexia. She now no longer attempted to escape and soon felt the soft prodding of his stiff poker knocking at her the portals of her rear virginity. He was gentle and there was but one brief twinge as he achieved penetration that was soon overcome by a feeling of release as his cock pushed into her and his fingers rubbed and teased her tender clitoris. He moved with slow thrusts until her bottom hole adjusted to his massive member before thrusting ever deeper. Her breasts slapped loudly against her chest as he probed her unplumbed depths and she found herself reaching a boiling climax. Lust driven, she screamed as Ulric emptied his spawn into her glorious behind. They lay spent and sweating, Ulric making no attempt to withdraw his monster from its tight sheath. Finally the taut muscles expelled him with a thick trickle of spunk. All restraint lost, Alicia heaved her hips to his constantly rampant cock when he turned her over and thrust it into her slippery red grotto. Their lovemaking was now less frenetic, more measured and her spasms when they came were long and intense. They lay spent and tired for some minutes before Ulric spoke. "We must, I think, discuss the price for the horse and wagon". "Yes, we should", said Alicia standing up and shrugging her dress over her shoulders. "I think, given the circumstances," said Ulric that I could let you have it for nine coppers. Eight, if you agree to meet me at the junction of Common Path and Eil's Mile tomorrow at noon". Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 03 Alicia blushed again. "I couldn't meet you there. What if I was seen?" "I think you could be discrete. After all, you have met Sovig there enough times". Her face fell. Ulric seemed to know everything about her and Sovig. It was possible that he might tell Vosta and that would be devastating. Vosta's previous wife and lover lay cold in the ground after Vosta had found them together in the hayloft. "I'll try" she said and walked to the door. At the door Ulric turned her face to him and covered her mouth with his. She struggled half-heartedly as he swept up her dress and, pressing her against the door frame plunged his prick into her still lubricated slot. As her lusts mounted she briefly wondered how she could have stooped so easily to the level of a common strumpet; lifting her dress at street corners to all comers. Her bottom slapped wantonly, yet quite willingly against the door jamb as he stretched her tight slit to the maximum, his cock boring ever deeper into her oozing and responsive sanctum sanctorum. Again she achieved the culmination of passion as he drove deeply into her accommodating pit, gorging her insatiable lust until the evidence of his climax dribbled lewdly from her. "I must go" she panted as she hurriedly pulled down her dress and opened the door. "Remember the price of the cart depends on you" he called to her as she hurried toward the safety of the street. After reaching the street, she walked swiftly to her cottage, latching the door behind as she entered. She felt somehow unclean and pulled out the bathtub and poured hot water into it, from a pot on the stove and, after cooling it with well water, threw off her clothes and climbed in. She lay quietly for some moments revelling in the warmth, but soon her eyes and hands were drawn to the focus of her undoing. Her engorged labia glowed hotly and her clitoris, still stiff with anticipation, radiated an invitation that she was not slow in accepting. Her fingers drew up slowly through the silken folds until they uncovered the sensitive nub that she teased and massaged until she was overcome with shafts of pleasure that radiated through her loins. She slipped her fingers into her vagina, imagining again the tight feeling that spread from there into her chest each time Ulric had forced himself upon her. "Forced himself?" she wondered. "More like invited in." She concluded, as again she gasped out her pleasure while her fingers wove their earthy magic. She couldn't see him again that was obvious. The sight of him would be likely to be further cause for embarrassment. But, what if he was to tell Vosta. No, he would never do that, would he? Vosta would not believe him anyway. Vosta loved her. Even if Vosta believed her it would not be the same. The seeds of suspicion would have been laid and he would watch her all the time. She must tell Ulric that today was just a mistake and that it could never occur again. Perhaps she could pay him to keep it quiet. Yes, that must be the answer, it would be their secret. "Oh, you faithless woman. You were willing to risk all for Sovig and now that you find a man the very thought of which loosens your loins, you draw away. And what about Sovig? You can no longer allow his fevered advances. He will be easier to break with. He is afraid of the rumours about Vosta, he would never reveal his deception." The next morning was bright and sunny. Alicia woke slowly, her body subtly reminding her of yesterday's secrets. Her face flushed hotly as thoughts of her deception crept into her head. Vosta had been tired when he returned that evening, still she had given him a merry ride, causing him to ask lightheartedly whether she was wife or witch that she could arouse a poor tired man to such excess. She could not help thinking how when Vosta entered her she had imagined a larger more virile member thrusting and stretching her little mouse. Emerging from her reveries she was startled to find her hands vigorously flirting with her seat of pleasure with such effect that in no time she was heaving wildly under their ministrations. Vosta had long since risen and left. He had been proud of her when she told him of the price only eight coppers she had acquired the cart for and the memory of this sent further pangs of guilt through her, but she was now committed. If she did not meet Ulric he would say they agreed on nine coppers and Vosta would be disappointed in her. She rose and walked to the kitchen. Vosta had left her hot porridge and tea on the stove. Lost in unknown dreams she served herself and sat to eat. Tea splashed from her cup as she raised it to her mouth. The sting of the hot tea on her body startled her out of her reverie. When she glanced down at the burnt area she realized that in her confusion she had sat down to breakfast clothed in only what she had been born with. She ran into the bedroom and finding a dress in her wardrobe pulled it over her head and laced the bodice over smooth upturned breasts and returned to the kitchen. Breakfast over, she thought of Ulric's words that seemed to be branded into her forehead for all to see. Checking the sky through the window she discovered that it was close to the time arranged. She told herself determinedly that she would meet him, tell him that she could not see him again and then return home, safe in the knowledge that Vosta would never discover her shameful secret. After all he only said that she should meet him. On the way to the rendezvous, she met several people with whom she passed the time of day, convinced that they knew or suspected where she was going. She had a strange image of arriving at the appointed place to find not only Ulric but a crowd of spectators waiting to see what would happen. When she arrived at the junction of Common Path and Eil's Mile she was relieved to discover that it was deserted. She followed a faint trail that led into the woods. This area of the woods was a favourite area for young lovers to meet at dusk, away from the prying eyes of parents. Many the young virgin had returned home from here flushed and smarting, her head filled with immodest thoughts and eager for new adventures and play in the arms of her lover. During daylight the area was deserted, trees casting their cooling shadows on the many hills and hollows. As Alicia rounded a bend she saw Ulric sitting with his back against a tree. She stopped and observed him. He seemed deep in thought and did not notice her. As though bewitched her eyes followed the muscular contours of his body until they rested on the formidable bulge between his thighs "Remember" she thought to herself "just tell him that it was a mistake and then you can go home." She was troubled by the approaching confrontation but even more disturbed by the unbidden quickening in her loins as she neared him. A puff of breeze wafted his scent over her, softening her resistance and drawing her like a moth to a lantern. He turned suddenly as he heard her, a look of alarm replaced by relief and a wolfish smile. Standing up he moved toward her. She seemed incapable of movement as he enveloped her in a smothering embrace. He swept up her dress and cupped her damp womanhood that she had graciously kept unencumbered. She felt as if she was drowning in a sea of desire. Her hands unconsciously moved to her neck and unlaced her bodice. She pulled her magnificent breasts free, presenting them like votive offerings on the altar of lechery. His mouth latched onto one delicious morsel, sucking the nipple deep into his mouth. She moaned audibly and her mouth opened fishlike as he repeated his consecration on the second offering. Pressing her against a tree he dropped to his knees, disappearing under her dress. If one had witnessed this scene, all that would have been seen was a woman, naked to the waist, writhing uncontrollably and moaning in a lascivious manner whilst she squeezed and teased her glorious mammaries. In minutes she was heaving her hips wildly and letting out small cries until she fell to the ground in a heaving mound. It would have been only at this point as her dress as though self animated was thrown off her body that the observer would have noted the parasite attached to the juncture of her thighs like a leech. "Ah Alicia" he said as he at last came up for air "How I've waited for this. I was unable to sleep. My cock rose every time I thought of you. Here, take it in your hand. Ah yes love, lick it, suck it. Ah you temptress, you add steel to my flesh. Show me your bottom. Ah yes, beautiful. My fingers enter so easily now. Have you introduced Vosta to this banquet table. No? So you are like a virgin here. Yes, my love, push back now, I'm in! Oh, how tight, it fits my cock like a sleeve. Oh yes dear, grind against me, feel my manhood tickling your innards. What? Rub your spot harder. Of course, ahh how wet you are, your stiff little button grows longer. Feel how I can roll it between my fingers. That rouses you does it not? Feel my fingers opening your petals. Are you coming, love. Yes, I feel you body opening to me .. ahhh.., yes I'm coming." The observer would note that the leech was now firmly attached to the woman's rear, his hands fully occupied between her thighs in her bedewed and moss covered secret passageway. The labia spread wide revealing the pink gash that signified "enter and be welcome, please wipe your fingers at the door." Her mewling cries progressing into sharp cries of ungoverned lust. They fell gasping to the ground but Ulric rolled to his back and said. "Come Alicia, kneel over me, let me enter your hidden damp grotto. Yes, my love, open yourself. How bewitching you look when you give yourself to me this way. Ah yes, make your breasts bounce. Come lie on me, let me taste them." Alicia stretched on Ulric and her body bounced obediently over his, absorbing and baring his monstrous member with each plunge. Each downward thrust sent tremors of pleasure through her as Ulric mercilessly tormented her now stretched and rampant clitoris with his fingers. Biting back a scream she emitted a wild groan as climax after climax radiated from her loins and surged throughout her body. Separating, they lay quietly. Ulric ran his hands through her downy softness whilst Alicia, overcome with both guilt and lust, cried softly. Looking at the angle of the sun she was shocked to discover that so much time had past. "I must away" she said sitting up quickly and reaching for her dress that lay abandoned some distance away "People will talk if they do not see us for a long time." "Yes, you are right" said Ulric "I have customers coming this afternoon who will wonder where I am. Alicia rose. Ulric, still naked, his member projecting lewdly rose and pressed Alicia in his arms. She felt confused. When she was away from him it seemed so easy to decide to tell him that they could not continue to meet this way, but when he was close it was like being in a dream. Her body yearned for his stiffness. She could refuse him nothing. The mere scent of his body was aphrodisiac, causing her nipples and clitoris to stiffen, her vulva to throb eagerly, and her vagina to moisten. She pulled away reluctantly. "I must leave" she stammered feeling a resurgence of lust, and afraid that she would again have to satisfy her almost overwhelming passion. "We must meet again" said Ulric. "I will be at the Autumn dance on Saturday. Perhaps we can dance." "See you then" he said giving her wet womanhood a last squeeze. This was almost her undoing and she abruptly turned and ran down the trail to the junction. Ulric stood watching her go, revelling in the brief glimpses of her naked bottom as her dress caught the wind. He dressed slowly, musing about Alicia. Surely she was the most voluptuous woman he had ever met. She had a deep animal passion that was irrepressible. He remembered little of his walk home, or much of his work that afternoon lost as he was in deep reverie. As twilight fell he found himself drawn back to the scene of their most recent debauchery. He found a small hollow and sat dreaming, remembering the passion. His member stood in his hand and he toyed with it until he spilled his seed on the ground, all the while imagining himself buried in the silky softness of Alicia. He was startled from his reverie by the sound of voices. Two people, a boy and a girl passed within an arm span of him and disappeared into a depression. He could hear their voices clearly. He sat perfectly still, worried that they might discover him and tell stories in the village about Ulric the PeepingTom. "It is a beautiful night Petros, isn't it." "Yes, but more beautiful because you are here. Here, let me kiss you" "No Petros, I am not ready for kissing yet. Talk to me, tell me in poetry what you are so skilled at." "You are more pretty than the stars, Mina. Your curves more smooth than the hills, your valleys secret and dark." "Oh Petros, you boys only think of one thing. Just remember you promised we would just kiss. No uh.. other things." "Of course, Mina I love you. We have our whole lives together to explore the other things." Ulric was getting cramped and as the lovers were seemingly occupied he rose to leave. A twig cracked and he heard Mina startled say. "What was that?" "It was probably nothing" said Petros "just a night noise." "It could be a bear, or a wolf. Perhaps we should leave." "I will go check, I'm sure it's nothing." Ulric started to walk deeper into the woods. Petros hearing the noise followed cautiously. After several minutes of walking Ulric decided if he was still, Petros would probably give up his search and return to Mina. Then Ulric could leave. He crouched behind a clump of bushes and watched Petros go by. Petros suddenly tripped on a fallen bough and fell heavily against a tree stump. Ulric, alarmed, crept over to him. The boy was breathing, but appeared to be unconscious. Ulric realized this was his chance to escape. He crept quietly past Mina but gazing on her dim form, an inkling of an idea came to him. The night was dark, perhaps he could convince Mina that he was Petros and steal a few kisses from her. He walked back toward Mina. "Did you find anything?" she said. "No" he whispered. "Why are you whispering" she whispered back. "I think there may be other lovers over there. We wouldn't want them to hear us." "No" she said conspiratorially and snuggled closer to Ulric, finding his warmth comforting and oddly exciting. "I have a game we can play that is very quiet and we will still be able to kiss." He whispered softly. "This how it works, you take my hand and touch part of your body with it and I have to kiss it. I then take your hand and touch part of my body and you have to kiss it. There is only one rule and that is, you can't touch the same type of place twice. If you do the other person gets to kiss the offender on the lips. I'll start." Ulric took Mina's hand and touched it to his lips. She shyly leaned over and pecked him on the lips. "Your turn" he said. She took his hand and touched it to her other hand. Ulric lifted her hand and kissed it passionately. She found the kiss disturbing, but not displeasing. He took her hand again and touched it to his nose. As she leaned forward to kiss him Ulric caught a tantalizing scent of perfume rising from her neck and dress. She then lifted his hand and placed it on her right ear. Ulric drew her close, his arm across her bosom as his lips approached her ear. He didn't kiss it at once but breathed hotly on it for some moments, causing goose bumps to rise on her shoulder, before taking her delicate earlobe in his mouth. His tongue rolled around her earlobe, his teeth gently teasing and nibbling. He could feel her nipples stiffen through the thin fabric of his shirt as he inserted his tongue deep into the orifice. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be unaware when he had finished. "That was wonderful" she gasped. Ulric lifted her hand and placed it on the front of his neck. Mina leaned across him her breasts pressing tantalizingly against his chest and placed her lips over the cleft in his neck. Her tongue hesitantly flickered into the hollow, tasting the salty moisture that was pooling there. As she grew more accustomed to her position her licks became bolder, moving from his neck up to his chin. Ulric rested his hand on her dress which covered her backside partly to stabilize her and partly to explore her reaction to this boldness. Receiving no reaction from Mina he began a gentle stroking of fabric against her smooth bum and was delighted when he felt it pressing timidly against his hand. Mina finally sat up and lifting Ulric's hand touched her left ear. In order to kiss this ear it was necessary for Ulric to lean across her body, once more pressing his chest against her bosom. As before, his playful licking and tickling prompted a reciprocal stiffening of her nipples and her breathing became heavier and labored. When he had finished he whispered. "You broke the rule, now you must kiss me". "That is a small price to pay for such an intoxicating kiss." she said and leaned over and placed her wet lips on his. Putting his arms around her he pulled her close. He gently insinuated his tongue into her mouth and was pleased to feel her tongue touch his in an experimental manner. He adjusted her so that she was now sitting on his legs and his hand once more was drawn to the smooth contours of her bottom. While he kissed, his hands stroked along the back of her thighs, raising goose bumps. With each caress his hand gently slid her dress over her bottom until he was fondling her naked bum. Again she seemed too absorbed in kissing to protest this audacity. Ulric realized that he was close to achieving not only stolen kisses but something much more thrilling if he progressed slowly and did not play his cards too quickly. "Now" said Ulric after they had parted again "the rules change slightly. The person now touches the part of the other persons body and then kisses it. Again the same part of the body cannot be kissed twice. I went first last time, you go first this time." Mina thought for a second, touched Ulric's shoulder and then leaned over to kiss it. "How fortunate" thought Ulric as her body bent over him, the powerful scent of both her perfume and perspiration intoxicating him. She nibbled and sucked his shoulder as his hand once more petted her exposed bum. Growing bolder he now trailed his fingers through the cleft of her bottom and was surprised to feel his fingers alternately nipped and released by the succulent globes. His fingers brushed against the inrolled nether sphincter and progressed forward until he felt the soft downy hair covering the pulpy guardians of her virginity. The lips to this feathered nest had parted slightly and with slight pressure his finger passed into her moist cavern. Too soon her kiss ended and it was now Ulric's turn to touch a spot. He decided that he must increase the tempo of his approach or he might squander her new found boldness, or Petros would recover and return. Ulric touched the back of her knee. Turning her onto his stomach he initiated a bold campaign of conquest. He kissed and nibbled the backs of her knees, licking up her thigh to the folds of flesh at the base of her bottom. Goose bumps rose with each caress and he started to nibble on her tender globes. His hands drew up her dress to the small of the back and his attention was drawn to the cleft between the orbs of her bottom. His tongue flickered within and laid a wet trail along the dark crevice and across her tightened sphincter. He separated her legs and traced his wet trail into the soft fur which peeped through her thighs. Continuing on its humid course his tongue found the join between inrolled labia and with firm licks parted them and darted into the moist interior. Mina gasped audibly as his tongue rimmed her tight vulva and pressed its advantage into the vagina. Seizing the moment as being auspicious for a successful campaign he turned Mina onto her back which she willingly seconded and parting her legs, proceeded to trace his route to the object of his desires. The true trigger of female delight. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 03 Mina made a halfhearted movement to escape but as his tongue weaved its magical dance over her delicate nub, she began to assist his cause, spreading her legs still wider and pulling his head more firmly against her. Ulric inserted first one and then two fingers into her now sopping slit. She gyrated voluptuously, seemingly trying to press them deeper into her slippery maw. Ulric released his stiff and ready poker and changed his attention to her ample breasts which he uncovered by quickly unbuttoning her bodice and pulling the dress over her head with a quick jerk. He teased and nibbled her breasts whilst his hands continued their unrelenting attack on the portals of her virginity. Sliding his fingers in her vagina he encountered a small bulge which seemed to swell as he stroked it. With each caress her movements became more frenetic until with a loud gasp of pent up emotion Mina experienced an orgasm which continued in unabated fury for some minutes. Although no stranger to self delivered orgasm, Mina was staggered by the amplitude of this one. Not allowing the glow to fade, Ulric placed his spear at the portals of hymen and with a quick plunge buried it to the hairs. Mina gave out a sharp scream as he burst through all her defenses but was soon matching her undulations to those of Ulric. Well primed, it was not long before she once more climbed the heights of sexual passion and fainted into a dead swoon. Ulric took this time to escape and hurried down the trail tying up his pants as he went. Mina was just recovering when Petros, his head bloodied by his fall arrived back at the hollow. He was amazed to dimly see, Mina naked as the day she was born lying wantonly, legs akimbo, showing her hidden maiden treasures to the sky. Although it was dark he could smell the tantalizing and sanguinous aroma rising from her sex. He was even more amazed when she said. "Petros love, do it again. Put your cock into me. Take me to pinnacle of pleasure. How could I have been so foolish as to want to wait until we were married. Quickly love, my vagina itches for you." Petros still confused by his fall was not confused enough to miss such an opportunity, quickly removing his pants and burying his not inconsiderable meatus in the accommodating and lubricious slit of his beloved. "After all" he thought confusedly "I must have done it once already, although I don't remember. This time I intend to retain a clear memory." On the way home Ulric chuckled and congratulated himself on the masterful conquest of the young maid. For the next several days he worked hard in his hostelry, trying to keep erotic images of Alicia at bay. Finally, Saturday, the day of the annual spring dance arrived. He was nervous and tense and spent the morning walking aimlessly through the wood near his cottage. After his midday meal he dressed for the evening, using some of the last of his love lotion and then waited impatiently for the evening. At last it was time. He hurried to the village hall and entered. He was one of the first to arrive and walked around exchanging niceties with those he knew. He particularly noted Petros and Mina snuggled together in one corner talking animatedly. Mina he noted was an extremely comely young girl. Something he had not been able to determine during their previous encounter. He smiled inwardly to himself as he wondered whether Petros appreciated his help in opening Mina up to the delights of unrestrained love. It seemed that once a woman's little door was unlocked, she was less particular as to who entered. Ulric noticed the quick looks and surreptitious squeezes that Petros gave her. He imagined that they would be leaving before the dance was over. The door banged open and Alicia and Vosta entered. Vosta, seeing Ulric came over and sat down beside him. "Well met, Ulric. Your cart performed creditably and for such a good price." He winked at Alicia, which caused her to blush hotly. "I can always find a good price for a good customer," said Ulric "Come, quaff a beer with me." "Certainly" beamed Vosta "Alicia, get us some beers girl. Don't stand there like a reluctant maiden on her marriage night." Alicia hurried away, glad to be able to recover her composure and cool her glowing face. She paid for five mugs knowing Vosta's capacity for ale and returned to the table. Ulric and Vosta drank as though they had recently returned from the desert and drained their first mug in one long draft. Within minutes Alicia was back, with more beer which Vosta and Ulric downed with alacrity. The musical group assembled for the occasion started to play a lively country tune. "Would you like to dance?" Ulric asked Alicia "Or perhaps Vosta would like to dance with you?" "No no," said Vosta "I'm too old for prancing about. Go away with you two youngsters." Ulric led the blushing Alicia to the floor. Already she could feel her passion rising and the familiar tautness developing in her bosom. Ulric cautiously drew her to him, placing one hand on the small of her back and the other on her shoulder. As the tempo of the dance increased Ulric glanced toward Vosta and confirmed that he was now drinking with a group of men who seemed intent on what he was saying. He directed Alicia across the hall away from her husband and to a quieter area of the dance floor. His one hand slid subtly down from the small of her back to the swell of her bottom which he gripped and stroked through the fabric. His other hand slipped between their bodies and squeezed the yielding mound between her thighs. Alicia unaware of his erotic lures had become completely conditioned to Ulric's aphrodisiac scent and the resulting intimacy he inspired. She felt lightheaded and eagerly assisted Ulric's overtures as the dance became more lively. He would throw her away from him, holding her by one hand and then, pulling her quickly back to him, urge his stiff member against her soft pubis. This sent thrills through her body, sharpened by a sense of both scandal and the fear of discovery. Too soon the dance ended and the clandestine lovers returned to their trestle. Vosta was in fine form and had obviously wasted no time since they had been gone to satisfy his tremendous thirst. He looked blearily at the two and said. "Shho ... the dancers return, hot and sweaty and ready for more drink. Alicia get us some more of the dark ale." Alicia gladly took her burning face and heated body to the beer server and bought more beer. Ulric drank one glass and with a sly glance at Alicia said that he should mingle with the other guests. He left the table and walked through the other trestles bantering and chatting. Through the side of his eye he noticed that Mina was sitting quietly while an obviously inebriated Petros laughed and joked with a group of men, seemingly oblivious to her apparent boredom. She said something to into Petro's ear and then rose and left the hall. Ulric intrigued, walked circuitously to the door and followed. Mina had disappeared. Ulric looked around for a while and was about to reenter the hall again when he heard a rustle in the bushes. Quietly walking over he entered a dark copse of trees and saw Mina. Facing away from him, she was crouched down with her dress held up around her waist. The pitterpatter on the litter of leaves underneath her, left no doubt as to her mission. Ulric waited until she was through and then moving up behind her, quickly put his hand over her mouth to prevent her screams from being heard and whispered. "It's me Petros, don't turn around, I've something special for you." At the sound of his voice she stilled and allowed him to walk her forward away from her recent issue and finally pulled her down to her knees. His face buried itself into the soft and redolent folds of her sex and soon raised her passion to fever pitch. Hurriedly releasing his prodigious cock he threaded it through her thighs deep into her slippery hollow. His hands slipped into her bodice and squeezed and toyed with her taut ripe breasts and in minutes she climaxed deliciously. "I'll go back first" he said "It wouldn't be wise to be seen coming back together. Remember once we are back inside I will pretend that nothing happened." "Ah, Petros" she sighed happily "I thought you were ignoring me inside, but you surprise me by planning this wonderful ambush. Go quickly love. I will be back soon." Ulric hurried back to the hall and caught a curious glance from Alicia when he returned. He made a quick motion to his crotch indicating he had been relieving himself and came over to her table and sat down. Mina entered the hall some minutes later and walked back to her table. Her clothes appeared to Ulric to be somewhat more ruffled than when she left. Petros was obviously less intent now on the male conversation and in a few minutes he and Mina left. The eyes of some people in the crowd followed them out the door and their faces smiled knowingly as they nudged their partners and pointed out the two lovers. Vosta by this time was barely able to articulate and Alicia tried to persuade him to come home. She struggled to get him up and was struggling to walk him to the door when Ulric came and offered to help her. Between them they were able to get his arms over their shoulders and manoeuvre him out of the hall and out to the lane. Ulric, a deceptively strong man, bore most of the weight as Alicia balanced Vosta's bulk. Once they were out of sight of the hall and walking down the deserted street to Alicia's cottage, Ulric adjusted Vosta so that he could encompass not only Vosta's body but also Alicia's. His free hand roamed across Alicia's bosom, molding and teasing her soft mounds until the crinkled nodules jutted out stiffly into his hand. Vosta meanwhile, eyes closed and head hanging loosely, was barely able to keep one foot in front of the other. Ulric removed his hand from its warm retreat and lowered it to her thigh. With no opposition on the part of Alicia, he soon managed to ease her dress upwards until his hand finally disappeared beneath its folds and clutched and stroked her moistening vulva. Dipping within, his finger found itself gripped in the moist confines of her slit. Each step urged his finger deep into her dripping grotto while his thumb bumped and kneaded the trigger of her passion. At the cottage, Ulric held Vosta while Alicia opened the door. Ulric had never been in their cottage before and Alicia first, lit a candle, and then led him through the maze of furniture to the bedroom at the back of the house. He lay Vosta down carefully so as not to wake him and drew the cover over him. Ulric took Alicia's wrist as she followed him compliantly into the living room. Once out of the bedroom his arms encircled her and his lips greedily sought hers. He pushed her against a wall and sweeping up her dress buried his mouth into the piquant softness of her sex. The firm flicks of his tongue soon had her writhing uncontrollably as he teased apart the fleshy lips and gradually revealed her shrouded treasures. Sucking the soft pendulous folds of skin into his mouth he unfolded and spread them until they framed the glossy cleft within. It was a matter of seconds before her lubricious slot was stretched snugly around his massive tool. Alicia at times, let slip small cries of enjoyment as she was overwhelmed with an insatiable desire to please and be pleasured. Her bottom squirmed seductively as it rebounded enthusiastically from the wall forcing his prick deep within her willing sex. In the months following the Autumn dance Ulric appeared happier than he had for years. The village folk commented on his improved demeanor and never suspecting the clandestine meetings between he and Alicia. Even Vosta found himself stirred to new heights of passion as Alicia's unbridled excitement bubbled over into their married life. Ulric himself found that his new outlook made him more attractive to the single women in the village and it was not unusual to hear the telltale creak of his bedframe and the faint cries of encouragement originating from his house at all hours of the day. There was a rumour that some of the young village maidens, two especially whose names started with R and M, had been seen stealing through the trees near his hostelry late at night. But, this could have been just idle gossip of people with nothing better to do. Life was good for Ulric until one day Alexia's nieces arrived at his door road weary and dishevelled. Ulric's heart leaped. They were so similar in form and stature to Alicia, he was eager to sample their charms. 7. Journey to Saint Michel (continued) Ulric tapped Alana's shoulder harder and receiving no reaction, slid the hem of her dress up to her waist. He tucked it into the belt at her waist so that he could concentrate his unobstructed gaze on the furry notch that bulged so charmingly from between her thighs. He rested his hand on the pleasantly warm nest and deftly parted the pursed defenders of her virtue. His actions were obviously intruding on the sleeping girl's dreams because she sighed softly and separated her legs. Ulric pulled the cart off the road and stopped within a copse of trees that concealed him from the road. He stepped down and walked to the back of the cart and shook the two sleeping girls. They too were well asleep. He carried each of the three girls and lay them on their backs in the clearing side by side. Soon, the dress of each was pulled up around the shoulders revealing all their allurements to his view. He parted each set of legs cautiously and sat again beside the delectable form of Alana. Ulric surveyed her lithe body from the mouthwatering swell of her breasts to the plump delta of fur between her thighs. His hands were immediately drawn to her bosom. As he lowered his mouth to taste them he was acutely aware of her feminine scent. The tongue rasped across each wrinkled pinnacle, transforming the soft flesh into stiff little nubs, which he teased and drew out with his mouth and teeth. Alana murmured incoherently, her lips flickering nervously between her lips. Again he parted the tender petals of her sex and was gratified to find her delightfully moist. As before, he seemed to be intruding on pleasant dreams and her legs quivered amorously. As his finger slipped along the slippery cleft toward her clitoris her thighs tensed and gripped his finger strongly. He waited until her legs relaxed before continuing toward his goal. Like Alicia, her sensitive clitoris rose to his touch. Alana's hips thrust forward against his pressure and she again murmured something that Ulric could not catch. Moving between between her legs he raised them until they rested on his knees. The tangy aroma of her sex rose around him inciting and beckoning him. His thumb now rolled her exposed clitoris firmly while the index of his other hand explored the tight entrance to her vagina. Alana's legs squirmed seductively as his probing digit slid inside the simmering vent. He was surprised to discover her undamaged hymen but had little time to reflect on it as Alana began to push herself against his hands as she climaxed. As she writhed frenziedly she muttered. "Mother, mother, oh mother!" After her explosion Ulric withdrew his finger and set her legs down. Her nipples were stiff with excitement and a rosy flush had spread across her body. Ulric looked at his hands and noticed the faint traces of blood in the secretions she had left on his fingers. He was tempted to complete her defloration but decided that she might wake up and then he would be denied further pleasures with the younger sisters. He moved sideways to the next tempting morsel, Evelyn. Dark haired, she had the same general physique as her older sister. A luxuriant bush of dark curly hair spread radiated from between her thighs and extended up her belly. Her firm upright breasts garnished with their dark tips which rose enticingly into his hands were ravishing. Willing little nubs of flesh swelled up inside his mouth as his tongue and teeth teased and flirted with them. He lay beside her his mouth relentlessly busy as his hand stroked the warm smoothness of her inner thigh. Murmuring encouragingly, she parted her thighs as he brushed his fingers through the dense brush of hair. His mouth traced a meandering trail from breast to breast, lingering briefly at her navel and then sliding across her stomach until it knocked at the portals of her sex. The wandering tongue stabbed at the widening crevice until it could taste the salty elixir of her desire. His cock pressed painfully against its fetters and he freed it from its trammels. The hidden root of her pleasure instinctively welcomed his arrival and rearing up enthusiastically in response to his encouragement. The tender lips unfolded visibly, revealing the hidden temptations within. He ached to enter the silky softness of her sex but contented himself with sliding his cock through the well primed cleft. The gleaming knob wallowed in the deliciously slippery notch, blundering blindly against her tumescent clitoris. Her hips writhed sensuously as her breathing came in short pants as he slipped his knob into the entrance of her vagina. Keeping his strokes short he was careful not to rupture her hymen and used his thumbs to continue her clitoral massage. As she climaxed, he found it difficult not to burst through all her protections and as it was he had to withdraw so that he did not fill her with his seed. After a brief rest he was able to switch his attention to the youngest of the three. The red highlights in her hair glinted in the sun as her studied her pretty face. Although smaller in stature than the others, she possessed extraordinarily large breasts. At a touch, her nipples swelled erotically from the dark areolae and the faint moans she made as his lips encircled them indicated a responsive disposition. Already his fingers discovered a delightfully damp grotto to flirt with which, like her sisters barely hid the prominent shaft of flesh that women so like to have petted. Her hips heaved and she groaned breathlessly with each touch. As her climax peaked she murmured. "Alana ... yes ... yes ... yes!" Ulric pulled down their dresses and placed them all back into the wagon and whipped up the horse again. It was another hour before they opened their eyes and marvelled at their laziness. "How far have we come?" Alana asked. "About 15 leagues so far. We still have another 65 leagues to go. The clouds are looking blacker. Wouldn't be surprised if it starts to rain." Ulric's prediction was right and in another hour they felt the first drops of a bone chilling drizzle that would not let up. When it was obvious that the rain was not about to stop soon, Ulric stopped the cart, dismounted and rummaged under the bench until he came up with two rather grubby oilskins. "Best if you two in the back huddle under this one and Alana you will have to huddle under this one with me." Alana was shocked. "That would be unseemly, methinks. I'll just sit here. I'll be alright." "Suit yourself." Said Ulric. "Let me know if you change your mind." Alana was good as her word for the first half hour, but then the rain became stronger and thunder and lightning crashed and flashed around them. "Er, perhaps I was hasty." She said. "Come on then get under here before you wash away." She edged over and after they had experimented with a number of positions settled on one where she sat on his left side with one arm around his waist. Ulric was acutely aware of the soft swell of her bosom prodding against his side as the wagon lurched along. The road deteriorated quickly in the rain making the ride extremely rough. Soon, Alana had to hold onto Ulric with both hands. Ulric had no control over his cock which swelled spontaneously in response to her closeness. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 03 Alana adopted the most comfortable of many uncomfortable positions that allowed both she and Ulric to stay dry. It required that she encircle his waist with one arm and hold tightly to the buckboard with the other. She felt vaguely uneasy but at least she was warmer. As the ride became rougher she found more and more that she needed to hold on to him more tightly or be thrown around like a leaf in a storm. With both arms now gripped tenaciously around his waist she could sense his masculine scent, which although disturbing at first came to be comforting after a time. With her left forearm, resting as it was on his thighs, she could feel a large bulge. Being curious, she furtively touched it with her arm until she concluded it was a large rod of some kind, perhaps a club of some sort. She thought that it must be a problem hiding it with his man thing but she was relieved to think that Ulric was prepared to protect them from bandits. She drowsed off imagining him in combat with her mother's recent persecutor. Ulric found his predicament all the more difficult because Alana's arm kept crushing against his member, producing exquisite but unwelcome stabs of lustfulness. He was glad when she finally fell asleep and the pressure against his erection lessened. She was leaning heavily against him making it difficult to drive so he adjusted her body into a less troublesome position. As he did this he drew his hand back brushing the tops of her thighs he found that her dress had ridden up, unveiling her mossy chink. He tentatively tickled his fingers through the soft hair. Alana sighed softly and pressed herself noticeably against his hand. Encouraged, he cupped her yielding mount and squeezed warily. Still she slept on. He put his arm around her back so that he had greater access to her secret charms and now stroked his fingers up and down the length of the expanding cleft and sinking into the slick interior. Her face, although she was still slept, was flushed and warm. Her quivering thighs bespoke her enjoyment. Becoming bolder he concentrated on her nub of pleasure, rolling and nipping it between his fingers until she heaved against his hand. Ulric withdrew his arm and concentrated on his driving. The bandits struck suddenly. Ulric leapt from the wagon and soon dispatched them with his cudgel. All that now remained was the leader. Alana recognized him as the one her mother had been so indecently abused by. They seemed evenly matched until Ulric stumbled in a rut and the outlaw dealt him a fierce blow to the head. Ulric slumped to the ground heavily. Alana sprang from the wagon and tried to escape but the man was too quick and she was soon caught and returned to the wagon. The man dumped her unceremoniously in the back. "So young filly." He said. "You think you can get away from me so easily do you. I have tamed a number of young mothers to my touch this day and now it is your turn to know the pleasure of my prick." Alana backed away from him as he climbed into the wagon and walked toward her. "Don't touch me." She ordered. "I am pure and undefiled." "Just the way I like them." He laughed as he kneeled over her and grasped her breasts through the thin fabric of her dress. "We must remove all obstacles to our enjoyment I think. First this troublesome dress." He said and pulled the shoulders of the dress down over her arms trapping them whilst revealing the soft pink mounds within. He leaned over and nibbled them crudely. "See how your nipples acknowledge me. Watch how they lift for me when I whisper in your ears." He licked her earlobes sending goosebumps through her that stiffened her nipples lewdly. "And what of your mouse. Doesn't it want to come out and play?" He completed her disrobing with a swift tug of her dress and threw it out of the wagon. Pulling her away from the side of the wagon until she lay flat on her back he buried his head into her tender slot. The torrid massage was insidious and raised her ardour despite her reluctance to surrender to his immorality. She squirmed under his ministering until she was ready to explode, then he fell off her and Alana looked up to see Ulric standing over her. She had barely chance to thank him before he himself lay on her barely keeping himself from driving his cock deep into her well primed slot. He slid his rammer along her slit wildly, stimulating and stiffening her clitoris, until they both screamed out in climactic throes of passion. Alana woke with a start. She was still in the wagon. Feeling her vulva she found it wet and slippery from her passionate nightmare. She smiled to herself and closed her eyes again, leaning more familiarly against Ulric. Her thoughts swam in an ocean of burgeoning desire. More eager than she had ever been to experience the attentions of a man and spurred by the still vivid images of the paroxysms of pleasure her mother had reached in the rough hands of strangers, she made no attempt to deter Ulric when he reached over and began to gently stroke her breasts. Ulric noticed that Alana had awoken and smiled at her. He wasn't sure but he thought the smile she gave him was more friendly than previously. This was reinforced when she leaned against him closely and closed her eyes again. He timidly reached over and lightly brushed his hand over her breasts. Her eyes opened and the timid smile she gave him emboldened him. He could not believe his good fortune as he clumsily fumbled the lacings at the neck of her dress undone. She pressed closer as he placed his hand on her exposed breasts, squeezing and caressing them until the tender nipples were taut and rigid. Glancing behind to make sure the other girls were not watching he leaned over and kissed Alana briefly on the lips. The rain had stopped, although the weather was still dull and misty. Alana opened the front of the oilskin and releasing it so that it fell to the seat, slowly slid her ankle length dress up to her knees. She smiled at Ulric as he gently stroked her legs and knees and finally pulled her dress back to her waist, revealing her vulva to his sight. Ulric's mouth was dry and his heart beat erratically when he lowered his hand to the fur shrouded slit and clasped it boldly. Alana recoiled briefly as his finger made quick contact with her clitoris, but she had determined to extend her erotic education. She smiled encouragingly at him as he sank his finger into her dripping hole and rotated it there while thumbing her clitoris. The outcome was never in doubt and her orgasm was spontaneous and desperate. Ulric whispered in her ear and she fumbled with the fastenings of his pants until his spear sprang loose. "It's so big." she whispered to him. "Yes," he whispered back "take it in your mouth." With some trepidation she leaned over him and took the shaft in her mouth. While she lapped and sucked his eager cock he stroked her furry mouth from the rear, inserting his finger and heating her again. He was unable to withstand her ministrations long and exploded into her mouth. He was surprised she showed no distaste of his effusion and licked the remaining drops off her lips when she came up for air. "You taste salty." She whispered. "I want to put my cock into your hole." He whispered. She blushed prettily. She had expected this to be a possibility and was nervous. Her observation of her mother's ravishment had opened her eyes to the resilience of her sex and knew that her little hole would admit his cock. She had seen it done standing and lying down, with big cock and small but she couldn't see how either of these were possible in the wagon. "I don't think we will be able to on the wagon." "Sit facing me." Alana sat on his knees facing him. "Now take my cock and put it in your slit." She willingly consented and soon had the head of his rammer just inside her. "It hurts a little." She whispered worriedly. It did not seem to have hurt her mother when all those men had had their way with her. In fact her mother had seemed to like it when they stuck their members into her sex. "I will hold you up a bit until your quim adjusts to the size of my cock. You are a virgin so I must break through your hymen. After a while you will not feel any more pain. Ah Alana, you are so wet that I will have no trouble making you into a woman." Ulric could see a hollow in the road ahead and sensed that this would provide the final catalyst needed to dispossess the willing maiden of her virginity. As the cart lurched through the hole Alana was plunged down powerfully onto his shaft. With a sharp cry and brief twinge that brought tears to her eyes, she now found herself firmly impaled on his prick. The girls behind slept on and were thus unaware of her change in condition. The initial pain faded quickly and the bouncing motion of the wagon soon stimulated her burgeoning desire. Alana found herself able to move herself on his shaft and what started out as being uncomfortable soon evolved into all consuming pleasure. Alana's movements in concert with the lurching of the wagon and the deeply probing thrusts of Ulric's manhood soon brought her to the acme of lust that washed over her like a rushing stream. She tightly gripped his cock in her vagina as if to extract every drop of his seed. Each slight movement sent uncontrollable thrills of pleasure through her. She now identified the strange behaviour her mother exhibited while pleasuring the barbarians. "Like mother, like daughter". She murmured softly. "Pardon?" Asked Ulric, but she merely smiled. When she rolled away from him she was lightheaded, though a feeling of perfect fulfillment came over her as she lapsed again into fitful sleep. Ulric looked at her closely, although similar to Alicia in form she was different. Like Ingemar and Alexia he supposed. "And where," he thought "is Alexia now. Dead? Or abandoning herself to the tune of a new master; lifting her hips in the eternal dance of creation. Alana's naked breasts rippled seductively as the wagon lurched along the rutted track. Ulric again pulled her dress up and studied her matted sex, which still gaped moistly, discharging a trickle of pink fluid that pooled stickily between her thighs. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 04 Village Tales Book 1 A Measure of Breeding Alexia: Persuasions and Passions Part 4 6. The Slave Market Alexia awakened to find herself and other women she had travelled with, in a large bare warehouse. She was saddened that Wanda, the only person in her wagon she knew, was no longer with them. Wanda had been taken from the wagon one night by a brutish looking man and never returned. Although she realized that Wanda was probably better off now than being here in this cold building, it would have been nice to see a familiar face. It had been a harrowing two week journey. They had been unloaded from the wagon late in the night and she could vaguely remember being scrubbed down and clothed in a crude peasant dress before being prodded into this barn. The tall blonde barbarian had visited her and, although this time he had not possessed her as was his practice, had massaged his tormenting ointment into her. He had spared her nipples because she was to be clothed and he said that he didn't want to expose her to further irritation. She remembered the journey vividly. Her capture and original humiliation at the hands of the tall raider; the captured women being forced to disrobe and herded into wagons. The further humiliation of being crudely shackled in a way that not only ensured their inability to escape but had crudely displayed their naked bodies. Her ravisher had visited her that first night and carried her into a screened area in the wagon, as it was impossible to walk with the leg restraints. He laid her on the pillows that covered the ground and then squatted beside her, scrutinizing her. "What is your name, pretty one?" He had asked. She didn't answer him at first, which prompted him to take a nipple between finger and thumb, stretching and twisting it sharply until she cried out. "Your name?" "Alexia." She whispered. "Alexia? Very pretty. Well, Alexia you must forget about your past life now, you are a slave. Your duty from now on is to give and receive pleasure." He leaned forward and took her aching nipple into his mouth and gently nibbled and teased it. Even though she felt humiliated by her helpless predicament, libidinous stirrings mounted in her chest and thighs. His hand reached down and cupped her pulsing sex. "This split peach will learn to unfold like a flower and leak its pearly dew for me. I will train it to recognize its master, to be ready for me when I want it. To obey my desires." While he talked he separated the still sticky folds and kneaded her rampant nub. She felt her self restraint weaken as he released his knob and pierced her. He was a skilled seducer and soon she experienced a prolonged climax that left her drained and mortified. Again she felt the guilt of surrendering to his skillful seductions. Before he returned her to the other women he rubbed ointment into her soaking slit, nearly setting off another orgasm as he urged it deep into her vagina and smeared it thickly over her clitoris. He concluded by working it into her breasts and nipples. She appreciated its soothing balm, though it was later that evening, when her sex began to get feverish and aroused, that she discovered its true nature. Her nipples stiffened reflexively and projected unbidden from throbbing breasts. Bound as she was, she could do nothing to relieve her unrelenting itch. She struggled vainly to give herself relief but her bonds made this impossible. The next day the urges continued, becoming increasingly pervasive with each passing hour. The man who served their meals, noticing her blatantly erect nipples, pinched and teased them furtively as he positioned her in front of the food. His touch was maddening and she could not resist pressing her chest against his hands. She experienced an almost irresistible urge to fall on her back and beg him to relieve her smoldering lust, but she checked herself as he moved on to the next person. Throughout the day she could feel her slippery juices trickling from her quivering sex down into the narrow cleft of her bottom. She sobbed uncontrollably when her tormentor arrived that evening and carried her to the screened area. "Please," she whispered "don't torture me this way." "Do you want me to relieve you?" She couldn't answer. She wanted relief but she could not succumb to his indecent strategies. He seemed to take her silence as assent and parted the folds to her sex, gently stroking her aching nub. She was lost. Her hips heaved violently, with unsuppressed enthusiasm she was unable to stifle as she groaned erotically. "I am going to release your hands, but you must not touch yourself, or I will tie them again. Nod your head if that is what you want." She nodded feebly and he released her hands. The temptation to allay her urges was now almost unbearable. "Sit up" he said. She obeyed. "I want you to kneel facing away from me." Once again she complied willingly, sobbing uncontrollably as he parted her thighs and with the ease of one well used to this position, poked his cock into her impatient orifice. One hand unfolded the delicate folds of flesh which protected her virtue whilst his other caught her clitoris and stroked it between finger and thumb. Her senses were overcome by desperate yearning. She wanted him to continue his caresses she wanted him to finish his ravishment and leave her alone. She pressed herself against both his fierce invasion and his fingers until intense feelings of lust ignited like a flame and spread through her like a grass fire in spring. His searing touch finally moderated to gentle heat and she collapsed under him. He retied her hands and turned her again to her back. She could not look at him. She could not give him the satisfaction of recognizing his power over her. He seemed not to care. Again he rubbed his devilish ointment into her palpitating sex and over her sensitive nipples temporarily cooling and easing them. Days passed in a blur as her mind dreaded though her body ached for his nightly visits. Each day she abandoned more and more of herself to his domination. She would do anything to gain those few moments of release. She took him in her mouth and eventually her bottom. She displayed herself played with herself for his entertainment. Finally, on the final night of their wagon ride, he released her completely. She was so thankful that she voluntarily opened his pants, releasing his stiff cock and, after entertaining it in her mouth, eagerly impaled her aching sex on it and rode him wildly until she came. She mistakenly thought her corruption to be complete. Her reverie vanished when a man, whom she had not seen before entered the room and said. "Welcome to Ovrig. This is the end of your travels but only the beginning of your journey. I want you to all sit with your backs to the wall, legs spread wide, as you learnt to do on your journey. In a few minutes prospective owners will be visiting you. They are all important buyers and I want you to be cooperative. You can probably guess the penalties for disobedience. Be nice to them and perhaps you will be bought by a rich buyer." He left the room and closed the door. In several minutes, four men entered. Two of the men were fat and swarthy, another tall, thin and ratfaced. The last man was dark haired and handsome, but his face showed a mean hardness that he could not disguise beneath his shallow smile. Alexia watched as the men walked slowly past the women. One or another of the men would pause at a woman and survey her. Unfastening the bodices and pulling up the women's shifts they examined their soft breasts and tender mounds between their thighs, which they stroked and handled freely. After their initial survey, the handsome man approached a pretty young woman called Lauran that Alexia didn't recognize from her own wagon. From quiet conversation between the captured women Alexia had discovered that Lauran had been abducted from another village close to her own. Eighteen years old she had been married just over two months to the the village blacksmith when their lovemaking one morning had been interrupted by the raiders. Creeping quietly into their cottage the invaders had found Lauran being well corked by her young husband. Precoccupied with their passion they were unaware of the intruders who had watched their revels for some minutes before, inflamed by the sight of Laurans well stretched vagina they had forced her husband to watch as Lauran was ravished by each intruder in his turn. Like Alexia, she did not know whether her husband was alive or dead. "Stand up" he ordered. The woman stood slowly. The man ran his hand through her hair and examined her face. The woman seemed afraid, but did not obstruct his examination. "Show me your tits" the man ordered. The woman looked shocked and hesitated. The man lunged at her and ripped her bodice down to her waist. "Come, come I don't have all day for this you know". He stroked and kneaded her breasts until the nipples protruded provocatively. "Do you like it when I do this to you?" The woman blushed and did not answer. The man grabbed her hair and pulled her to him. "You like this don't you?" The woman answered with a faint affirmative. "Don't lie to me you hate me for making you feel wanton you want to kill me. But, that is immaterial, soon you will want to be stroked this way. Your husband did this to you many times didn't he?" Again she answered with a mute nod. "Take off the rest of your clothes and show me what other secrets you only shared with your husband." This time the woman needed no second bidding and she soon stood naked above the dress at her feet. The man brushed his hand through the hair between her thighs whilst he bent to take a nipple into his mouth. His hand rubbed vigorously between her legs for several minutes. He stood back to see the effect of his dexterity. Her quim was slightly parted and her face was flushed. Moving to her again, the man thrust a finger into her exposed box. "Did you let your husband do this?" said the man as he thrust his finger in and out of her. "Yes" she grunted. "I'm sure you did" he said as he continued his attack on her defenseless slit. Drawing back again, the man said. "Turn around and place your hands on the wall and keep your legs apart." With the woman facing away from him, the man placed his hands over her stomach and stroked it suggestively before dropping them to the furry mound below. "And how many babies dropped from this voluptuous belly?" "None." She whispered. "Ah, but they will soon. Though not your husband's. In fact you will never know for certain which of the many cocks you wriggle beneath, has sowed its seed in you. When did you last bleed?" "Three weeks ago." "And your husband when did he last fill this eager little slot with gism." "Two weeks ago." He stroked the broad globes of her bottom and pulling the hemispheres apart said. "Yes a very tantalizing sight." As he tickled the tumescent lips of her quim from behind. He then placed two fingers into her slot and thrust and stretched her delicate slot. His fingers shone with slippery exudate oozing from her. With this undeniable proof of her amorousness he took his fingers away and inserted his stiff cock into the warm slippery sheath of her vagina. "What a delicious slit you have. Warm and slippery, and yet still snug and taut from limited use. Press yourself against me. Yes, you like that, I can tell. Your little button is hard and amorous. But we cannot waste time with this right now, there will be plenty of time to fill this hole when you are mine." He removed his cock and parted the tight globes of her bum. "And what about this little hole?" he asked stroking his finger over the tight opening in her fundament which he then penetrated "Did he ever do this?" Her eyes became wide and her head shook in unreserved negation. "What a shame for him. But what luck for me". He kneeled behind her and touched his tongue to her dark orifice. She gasped audibly as he began licking her nether hole noisily whilst thrusting his fingers into her sex. Her face was flushed and her body seemed about to collapse. "I must inspect this virgin cleft more closely." He said, again releasing his stiff poker. A strangled groan rose from the woman from pain or desire as her tight sphincter expanded to receive his rigid organ. He withdrew his phallus to half its length and relished the snug embrace of her expanded orifice. "You." He said to the woman sitting next to her. "Get between her legs and lick her while I exercise her virgin bottom." The woman quickly scuttled sideways and got between her legs. With his hands he stretched and pulled the labia of his well corked partner apart and pulled the other woman's head against the pink flesh. "Make sure you attend closely to this little twig." He said as he indicated her glossy little clitoris. With the other woman buried between his partners legs, he grasped his initiate by the hips and plunged his cock deeply into her virginal vent, forcing her hips forward against the kneeling woman's face. His cock shone, as it flashed in and out of the snug opening. Her short gasps and cries revealed both her enjoyment and distress. Soon, her shame and embarrassment were overwhelmed by the expanding passion that converged between her thighs and finally radiated through her whole body. The man gave one last heave and discharged his hot sperm deep into her responsive bottom. Alexia was shocked at the crudity of this society but was not impervious to sympathetic feelings issuing from her own tender parts. She looked at the two other men. They were concentrating on the performance. She could tell that they had stiff erections. Once the darkhaired man had completed his ravishment of the woman the others hastened over to her, examining her distended bottom hole and teasing her nipples and sex. The sight was too much for one man who released his weapon and repossessing her newly emancipated bottom hole continued its erotic schooling. Another man stood in front of the woman who had assisted the defloration and forced his cock into her mouth. The darkhaired man now slowly walked past the other women, examining their faces and figures. He stopped as he arrived in front of Alexia. "Now here is a real jewel in the grass." He enthused. Alexia looked up at him fearfully noting the hard bulge in his pantaloons and was unable to check the involuntary tightening in her chest or the insistent longing between her thighs. The slave master walked over and said, "More than you can afford Lurgus, she's been tagged." "Tagged! No-one gets to tag slaves before me." "Trust me Lurgus you would not want to cross her future master. He told me to allow no-one to touch her before the sale." "I must see her Gracko. Such beauty is rare." Lurgus suited action to his words and lifting her to her feet, fumbled her dress over her head. He stood in front of her, stunned by the vision of her nakedness. Her nipples stretched unbidden into his hand as he stroked her softly. Her raging slit yawned, warm and moist to his touch. His middle finger entered her slippery maw effortlessly. To Alexia, his contact was torment and she could feel herself instinctively pressing her afflicted mount against his hand. "How hot you are" he whispered to her "That's enough Lurgus." Said Gracko, putting his hand on her shoulder. Alexia screamed as Lurgus slapped her impulsively between the legs and then saw Lurgus lifted from the floor and thrown against the wall. "This inspection is over." Shouted Gracko and forcefully extricated the men from their depredations and swept them out of the door. Released from her torments, Alexia put her dress on and sat down again with the other captives. Gracko returned after some minutes with pieces of rope which he used to bind the hands of the women. He then took them one by one to another room that was, although as austere as the first, warmer than the other. Alexia was the last to be moved. Gracko finally came for her, but instead of taking her away as he had the other women he squatted in front of her and said. "I'm sorry about what happened Miss, I had my orders to keep you safe. I'm afraid I failed." He placed a pot of unguent, which Alexia recognized as the same her captor had used so freely during her journey to this place, onto the floor. "I have one last task that I must perform before you are moved. I'm going to release your hands now, so don't try anything, I wouldn't want to hurt you" He warned as he released her bonds and opened the pot. "I understand you know what this is, so pull up your dress and we can get this over with quickly." Alexia eager to relieve the fever in her loins, if only temporarily, slid her dress up to her hips. Gracko stared at her swollen mount greedily. He was unable to resist the seduction of her slit and parted the pink lips gingerly. He saw her eyes close and realized that she was consumed with desire. Her stiff little nub glowed moistly as he ran his finger over it and her body stiffened convulsively as she moaned audibly. "You poor thing," he said compassionately "you ache for it don't you? That's right my dear, open your legs. You're so wet, so eager. Good, push yourself against my fingers. Harder my dear, harder. I know what you need, but you must tell no-one." He released his rampant cock from his pants and pushing her to her back entered her desperately. Sliding her dress higher he grasped her taut breasts with his hands and captured stiffened nipples between his lips. Her abject moans and gyrations spurred him to heights of passion that he hadn't experienced with his wife since they had been young lovers. Soon, her body stiffened and she gave a muted cry as her pent up orgasm washed over her. Gracko, caught up in the performance, filled her with his seed as he too reached the pinnacle of pleasure. He withdrew with a faint slurp and left the room. Alexia lay, spent yet satisfied. She was ashamed of her shamelessness, but knew that her submission was motivated by the effects of the devilish concoction. Gracko returned with a poultry baster and a bucket of water. "It wouldn't be seemly to be discovered to have done this Miss, so I'll have to clean you up." Inserting the baster into the water he filled it. "Now lie back my dear, this won't hurt. Done it with me wife many times to prevent babies." Alexia lay still as he inserted the thick tube into her inflamed vagina and filled her with cool water. He repeated this several times until she could feel fresh stirrings in her loins. Fortunately he stopped before she betrayed herself further. He dried her vigorously with a cloth he had brought until her delicate slit glowed and the profuse hair bushed out. Once he had completed her cleansing, he scooped a generous amount of lotion from the pot and rubbed it into her slit. His gentle touch stimulated sympathetic yearnings again but she was able to resist them. Turning her face down he continued his ministrations on her tight bottom hole. His finger pressed into her, carrying its insidious charge deep into her. Again she almost lost her composure, especially when he inserted two fingers to open the tight orifice whilst using a finger on the other hand to deeply insert the lotion. "You're a beautiful lady Miss. You must have made your husband proud. I would wish you luck at the sale but in your case you are lucky. Lord Oscar is a kind and generous master." He said when he was finished with his not unpleasant task. Again he bound her and led her to the other room with the women. He prided himself on being an honest man and gave the women his parting words of advice. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 04 "The slave market day is tomorrow young misses so sleep well. The better you look the more you'll go for. That generally means a richer, more tolerant master, although not always." He advised them, thinking of Lurgus. "Anyway you probably won't be sleeping much for a few days so you had best get as much rest as you can now." He watched the defeated women slump down on their uncomfortable mats and pull the thin blanket they had been provided over themselves. He took one last look at Alexia as he retreated and felt his passion rise as he recalled his recent enjoyment of her. He knew he would never get such an opportunity again. She was labeled for much higher circles than his, but he would feel the heat of her loins in his mind for many years. Market day dawned, bright and sunny. Gracko came early to the captured women bringing tubs of lukewarm water. Several women came in and scrubbed the bodies and hair of the prospective slaves until they glowed. Once clean and dry, they were led out to a wagon and given a bumpy ride to the market square where they were escorted onto a large dias in the town square and lined up in a row. There was a considerable crowd on hand for the sale, many merely to satisfy their curiosity others with jingling purses anxious to purchase. Alexia felt cold chills as she noted Lurgus in the front staring at her with undisguised purpose. By design, the order of the women had been arranged to coincide with their perceived beauty; with Alexia last. Once they had been ranked a tall thin man stepped onto the stage and the first woman, Katrina, was led to the centre of the platform. The man smiled at her and then turning to the crowd said. "Fellow citizens, welcome to the last batch of slaves at this month's slave auction. These paragons of female pulchritude are still in their pink. Or if not now, soon. If you understand what I'm saying. Today is one of blushing splendor, one where some of you will soon be watering new bushes. We have for sale eight comely maidens or if they are not maidens, as close to maidens as can be found in these hard times." The crowd laughed at his witticisms. "First up today is this beautiful hussy of only .." He whispered in her ear. "Seventeen years, married but six months and barely used. Barely, barely, do you get it? Bah, why do I waste my time with such dullards. This is a fine sample for a discerning buyer's collection." He stood behind her and stretched her long red hair out for all to see. "Notice the beautiful red hair, an indication of her character, if I'm not mistaken." He remarked with a showman's knowing wink . Again the crowd laughed. "Need I say more? So, who'll be first to put in a bid on this scrumptious morsel?" The crowd shouted "Show us more." "You want more? How fickle you are. But if you need more to decide, so be it." He unlaced the bodice of the woman and bared a single breast. "Behold at temptation fit for a king. Who could resist its appeal." He chattered as he plucked the tender teat lengthening the rubbery nub until jutted temptingly. "Notice the firm upstanding shape and responsive temperament. So who will bid." "We want more." cried the increasingly aroused crowd. "More? Oh you wantons, I begin to think you have not come to buy, merely to watch. But again, I bow to your will." He drew the bodice from her shoulders and arms, displaying her from the waist up. This time he sucked noisily on her naked bosoms until he had achieved a double erection. Her rampant glistening nipples beckoned lewdly to the crowd, evaporation serving to ensure their erection whilst the crowd hooted lecherously. The thin man cupped and squeezed her exposed bosom until her breasts radiated. "Now, who will start the bidding?" "Show us more, show us more." Chanted the crowd stridently. "More? You want more. Well I can see you are a hard crowd. Feast your eyes on this!" With a sweeping gesture like a street magician he loosened the last few ties on her dress, allowing it to fall to the ground. The woman's hands automatically moved to hide her pussy, but the man removed them and placed them on her head, instructing her to keep them there. He walked to the side of the stage and received an item from his assistant and returned to stand by the naked woman. The article was a rod about two feet long with a thickly padded end about nine inches long "You asked for more and here it is. She stands revealed to you in all her naked majesty." He whispered to the girl and with a sweep of his foot widened her stance. "Behold the joy of man." He shouted, cupping his hand over her mount of Venus. "I know you may be surprised, but I sense a warm haven for one, or maybe more than one, of you here. But, perhaps you need more proof." His hand squeezed and stroked her prominent mount, tickling and kneading it until the all too noticeable gash of pink appeared between the well furred lips. Standing behind her he held the article he had received from his partner and stroked it suggestively between her thighs for some moments. Taking it away only briefly when he went to the edge of the stage and held the rod out to one of the onlookers. "Perhaps you could examine this, and tell us what you find." He asked. The man in the crowd touched the padded rod and turned to the crowd and shouted. "It's moist and slippery." "Moist and slippery he says. An important fact I think you will agree. But, I see some of you are still skeptical. Will she be able to take on a more mature man. Remember, she was married but a short time before the decease of her beloved. She is hardly tested. Well then, let me set your minds at ease." The crowd pressed forward eagerly for what they knew was about to transpire. The auctioneer whispered to the woman and helped while she turned around and bent down so that her hands touched the ground and lifted her ample bottom to the crowd. The crowd cheered when the auctioneer widened her stance so that her sex peered provocatively from between the globes of her bottom. Running his rod along the pink seam of her furry notch he itemized her virtues. "Note the firm bulge of her well-furred vulva concealing I believe an amorous disposition. The connoisseur of the female form will want to examine this item closely. You will notice that the furrow is crinkled, further evidence of her agreeable nature. He stood beside her and traced his fingers along the pink streak of her sex, teasing and tweaking the inrolled labia, until they protruded invitingly. His fingers dipped down further rousing her sensitive nub from its apathy. Katrina was unable to prevent her thighs from shuddering with guilty anticipation. He spread her mounting secretions throughout her slit until it gaped lustrous and enticing. Standing aside he rotated his padded shaft between the clinging folds of her sex, coating it with her flowing juices until it gleamed in the sunlight. He was careful to give proper attention to her upstanding nub. His deft caresses touched off delightful moans from the young woman. "And now", the vendor announced, "the thrust, there I go again, of this demonstration, the climax if you like." With a showman's flourish he insinuated the tip of his padded rod into her artfully moistened vagina. The crowd jostled and fought in front to preserve or enhance their field of vision. The salesman kept them waiting some seconds before with a quick shove, inserted the rammer another inch. He let go of the rod and let it hang indecently from its precarious berth whilst he once again regaled the onlookers with her tantalizing attributes. He grasped the rod again and slowly rotated it as he urged it ever deeper, deriving guttural cries from the woman. The padded end was now over half engulfed by her bearded nether mouth. Again, he let it go, letting it wobble temptingly as she gripped it convulsively with her vagina. After some moments of this he grasped the rod and with one final thrust inserted it to the length of the padding. The woman gave a short cry and collapsed to her knees. The auctioneer, rather than forcing her back to her feet, pressed her head down to the ground so that her nipples touched the ground. As he spread her legs further apart, not only her congested vagina but also her other rear dimple was revealed to all. Her vagina stretched tight around the snugly embedded intruder. The man wasted no more more time with idle banter as he slowly began to ease the rod in and out of her tight hole. The staff made soft sucking sounds as he withdrew it and then thrust it forcefully back into its narrow confinement. He diddled with her clitoris as he increased the tempo of his assault. The woman was drooling dissolutely and her hips seemed to furtively assist his advances. The issue, if it had ever been in doubt, was soon resolved when small grunts issued from the woman and her thighs tensed as she gripped and squeezed the surrogate manhood. When her spasms had subsided the auctioneer withdrew what he liked to think of as his pleasure stick. "I hope you now realize the merits of this young beauty. A passionate disposition and all the makings of a fine concubine. Imagine her naked, her desire for you only. She takes you into her mouth and washes away all your cares. She, I believe, still has some unknown depths to discover." He said as his hand smoothed and caressed the dark ring of muscle which guarded the rear entrance to as yet unplumbed pleasure. Her bottom wriggled nervously as his finger dipped intimately into her recent spendings and traced a sticky trail back to her postern gateway, pressing and massaging it until with a gentle push his finger glided into her up to the knuckle. Keeping his finger there, he stood her up and turned her to face the crowd. Unseen to the onlookers he replaced his finger with his thumb and inserted his fingers into still slippery vagina, causing her to jerk her hips forward to the delight of the crowd. "So, who will make me an offer?" the auctioneer asked as his fingers plunged like pistons into her obliging orifices. "You have seen the delectable morsels in front." He matched his words by working her breasts with his available hand until the nipples stood as stiff as corks. "And her enviable slot. Capable of satisfying even the most discriminating cock. Just to remind you she will show you herself." He whispered to the girl and she with a look of fear mixed with shame parted her sex for the spectators and gently ran her fingers around the still rampant clitoris. "Ten crowns" called a voice from the crowd. "Twelve" called another. "Fifteen" .. "Eighteen" .. "Twenty" "Twenty five" called out Lurgus from the front row. "I have twenty five, will someone bid twenty seven ... twenty six ... Sold to master trader Lurgus for twenty five crowns." The auctioneer's assistant helped Katrina put her dress back on and led her off the stage and into the charge of Lurgus. Alexia watched him as his hands roamed over her young body. Finally he had her remove her dress from her shoulders until she was bare breasted and sit on her knees front of him while he allowed those close to her to fondle them. The auctioneer turned to the next woman in line. Alexia watched as the auctioneer sold each woman. She understood how his showmanship pushed up the value of the women. Lurgus bought no other women until Lauran who was the last to be sold before she herself was put on the block. He bought her for forty crowns and baring her breasts in emulation of Katrina had the two girls sit chest to chest in front of him. At last it was Alexia's turn. "And so now after much exciting wheeling and dealing, we come to the pick of the crop, the best of breed. We understand she was a true patriot, comforting our men fresh from battle. But I waste time, like you I want to see her features." He unfastened her dress and let it drop to the ground. The crowd was enthusiastic. "This woman has many fine features. Allow me to point out the firm large breasts. Notice how the nipples with no reservation stretch out to you. She has a slight roundness of belly. Indication no doubt of babies. But let that not discourage you, she has been well prepared for all manner of delights. Note her sex begging for satisfaction." "Twenty crowns" called a women's voice from the crowd. "Thirty" shouted Lurgus, his face flushed and lust filled. "Forty" shouted the woman. "Fifty" .. "Fifty five" .. "Sixty" .. "Seventy!" This was obviously more than Lurgus could afford and with a face like thunder he stomped off, pushing his purchases roughly ahead of him. Alexia was allowed to dress and then led off by the woman who had purchased her. The woman said as they walked. "You cost an awful lot. I hope you are worth it." Alexia examined her carefully. She was of short stocky build. Her face shadowed by a drooping cowl was older and wrinkled. Her bright grey eyes gleamed with an alertness that suggested concealed intelligence. The woman kept Alexia walking at a rapid pace through the winding maze of streets and alleys. They arrived finally at a door set into a dead end street. The woman extricated her key and opened the door. Turning to Alexia she said. "When you enter this door you leave your old life behind you. You are owned by the master. He owns you life and body. Everything you have is his. He controls every aspect of your life, every aspect of your body. If he tells you to cry, you will cry. If he tells you to laugh, you will laugh. If he tells you to lie on your back and open your sweet little quim for him you will pull up your gown and wriggle your high-priced bottom for him. You rank no higher than his horses or cattle and you would be wise to be obedient, otherwise you will be punished and if that fails to produce the required demeanor, you will be sold to someone else perhaps less indulgent. Once we enter this door, you will speak only when an answer is required. Your only escape from here is death so you had better resign yourself to a lengthy stay. Come, young nymph and enter your new lodgings." Alexia was led into a large quadrangle bounded on all sides by many storied buildings intricately carved with a pantheon of mythical beast and mortal interwoven in fantastic combination. Closer scrutiny revealed that the mural was a erotic melee. The mythical beasts, possessed of monstrous organs and orifices, were coupled in weird and amazing ways with orgasmic men and women. The content of the mural left Alexia in no doubt as to her destiny. Crossing the square, they entered a door into one of the buildings and walked a circuitous path through corridors and up stairways until Alexia was completely confused as to the direction she had come. Finally they arrived at a curtained room, brightly lit with candelabras. The walls were decorated with brightly coloured banners and wall hangings and the room had a exotic perfumed aroma. In the corner of the room a large bathing pool stood filled with steaming water. "We have arrived" the woman said needlessly. "You shall bathe in the pool. You will find washing articles by the side of it. When you are finished, you will find a gown laid out for you on the sleeping platform. Food and drink is provided on the table. Sleep well because your education starts tomorrow." The woman then left, leaving Alexia alone. Alexia looked around the room assimilating all its nuances. She walked over to the pool and divesting herself of the crude dress walked into the water. The pool was a perfect temperature and she realized that it was fed constantly from a small nozzle in the wall. She lay down and let the perfumed water wash over her, its heat penetrating into her abused body and allowing her mind and body to relax. The feeling after weeks of rough treatment was luxurious. She washed her hair which had become limp and bedraggled using soaps and perfumes she discovered by the bath. After indulging herself for more than an hour she finally recognized the insistent rumblings from her stomach. She stepped out of the pool and dried herself with a large towel she found lying by the pool. Her body glowed with renewed vitality. She felt thoroughly relaxed, though apprehensive as to her new condition. She discovered the gown, the old woman had alluded to, by the "bed". Actually, the bed was more like a couch or sedan. Putting the gown on she found it to be made from a diaphanous silklike material that barely hid her body from observation. She examined herself in the long mirror she found in the room and realized with embarrassment that the tightly curled hair between her legs and her the dark areolae of her breasts were clearly visible from close up. She searched out the food that had been left, and found a tray of spiced meats, sweet pastries and a carafe of wine. She ate hungrily and washed the food down liberally with the wine. The provisions were soon devoured and she finished off the wine. In a few minutes, eyelids drooping, she lay down on the couch and fell into a deep sleep. From his observation area, Oscar watched Alexia writhe seductively as sensual dreams intruded upon her subconscious sensuality. She awoke the next morning, refreshed yet oddly aware of an impatient longing and moist approval between her thighs that absorbed her and drained her resolve. 7. A New Life for Alexia The curtains swept apart as the old woman who had acted as her purchaser entered the room. She showed a gap toothed smile as she introduced herself. "My name is Riella. In this household, I am the chief supervisor and principal mistress of his lordship's bodyservants. I see you followed my advice and bathed; a significant improvement if I may add. Now stand before me and unfasten your robe, so that I may behold your virtues." Alexia sat sullenly and ignored the request. "Because you are new I will explain some rules to you. The first rule is that disobedience, any disobedience, will be punished. As I told you before you entered your new home, you have no rights here. Anything I tell you to do is compulsory. My word is law. For example, anyone who refuses to obey a command of someone in authority is punishable first by 20 lashes of a brine soaked cane. Anyone caught trying to escape can have their feet cut off. This does not affect their ability to perform their services but does reduce their ability to escape again. Your body is the property of his lordship, anyone caught performing illicit acts with unsanctioned persons will become the subject of general entertainment and diversion for a period to be determined by his lordship and will then be whipped. Come I will demonstrate." Pale faced, Alexia rose slowly and the old woman caught her arm and dragged her through the curtains and up a set of stairs. The corridor she was led down was decorated with open brick work through which she caught glimpses of other residents in his lordship's zenana. The woman swept her down the passage finally stopping her in front of an opening that overlooked the central courtyard of the complex. A screaming woman was being fastened face down to a platform in the centre of the courtyard. Once secured, a man clothed in black wearing a black hood entered the courtyard carrying a bundle of canes. The woman screamed louder as she saw him approach. The hooded man approached her and laying down his cane on a side table, ripped the woman's diaphanous robe up the back. Her screaming if anything increased as he fondled her taut bottom. He moved to her head and bent down and said something to the woman. Her screams died abruptly and she became silent. He then moved around to her backside and recommenced his caresses. He picked up a cane and after first testing its springiness, struck the woman sharply across the buttocks prompting a loud scream from her. Again the man talked to her and she became quiet. The man now began systematically beating her exposed bottom. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 04 Alexia lost count of the number of blows the woman was forced to suffer as she watched horrified. At last the punishment seemed to be over. The hooded man unfastened the woman and she slumped to the ground in a faint. The man wiped her forehead and slowly she recovered. He said something to her that was inaudible to Alexia, but the woman stood up and lowered her robe so that she stood revealed to the gaze of the man. He walked to her and fondled the proud pumpkins of her breasts as the woman flinched from his touch. The man barked at her and she allowed his advances more freely. His hand then fell to her damp womanhood and he caressed and fondled her there. He spoke again and she approached him and kissed him on the lips, then sinking to her knees she unfastened his pants and released his monstrous prick. She placed it into her mouth and began licking and sucking it. She was allowed to do this for some minutes until he again spoke and she relinquished his cock and kneeling on all fours turned her backside to him. The man then thrust himself into her. The old woman drew Alexia away and led her back to her room. "The woman you just saw has been disobedient. She is married to a prominent slave trader in town. But, he made the mistake of trying to purchase a slave who the master had earmarked for himself. The consequence of this to the master was that he had to pay more than he might otherwise have had to. Part of the trader's punishment is that his wife and eldest daughter be possessed as slaves for a period of no less than a year. As her first task the master gave her the job of entertaining a business colleague. She refused to allow him to put his member into her bottom saying it was crude and against her principles. She will be made love to exclusively in the bottom now until the master allows her to have her tight little slit filled again. She will not be allowed to masturbate and must gain all her satisfaction from her bottom. So you see my dear it is foolish to refuse my requests. Make it easier for yourself." She then led Alexia back to her room. "Now unfasten your robe and let it fall." Alexia fumbled with the clasp and allowed her robe to fall. Alexia was tall and blonde. Her face was pale yet beautifully formed and her eyes were of the startling green common to her area. Riella scanned down to her breasts. Firm and upright they almost belied her master's speculation that she had had children, though the nipples that jutted from the smooth white orbs suggested a suckling babe or two. Her belly was firm with just a hint of roundness that might be the result of childbirth. A thick mat of curly red hair covered the voluptuous mound between her thighs. Her legs were well formed and lithe. Riella moved to her and stroked her hands over her firm upright melons, down across her stomach and squeezed her slit. Sinking her finger into her warm cleft she drew her finger through her narrow cleft until it rested on her sensitive nub. "You have a superb honey pot my dear. I begin to understand what the master saw in you when he chose you. Lie down, face up, on the divan. I see no reason why we shouldn't begin your tutoring immediately." Alexia moved over and lay on the divan whilst the old woman opened a bag she was carrying and withdrew a jar. Unscrewing the jar the woman placed it on the side table and scooped some of the perfumed unguent out. She commenced massaging the ointment onto her body starting at her neck. She moved down to her breasts which she massaged and smoothed. She proceeded to cover her stomach. She then rubbed the lotion into her thighs, legs and feet before having Alexia turn onto her stomach. She repeated this process on the back until the only untouched portions of her body were her bottom and slit. The old woman then started to work the lotion down into the crack of her bottom, pushing her legs apart so that she could smooth it across her tightened sphincter and inserted some into her bottom hole. Moving down from this taut entrance she was rubbed the liquid over the slightly protrusive lips of her sex and then cautiously into the pink furrow. She paid particular attention to the accomodating hole, the mysteries of which all men yearn to penetrate and clitoris, that women so love to cuddle and be cuddled. For Alexia, the lotion was at first curiously refreshing. But as Riella continued her massage she could feel libidinous yearning arise in her loins and bosom as her skin prickled expectantly and her mouth opened and shut like a fish on land. "Here my dear, you probably feel a little thirsty. Drink this and ease your thirst." Alexia gulped the sweet liquid down without reservation and felt its soothing influence spread through her body. She felt weightless, like a feather in the wind. The winds blew over her responsive body, tickling her hypersensitive nipples which stiffened to their caress, ruffling her hair and drawing their evanescent zephyrs through the soft down between her thighs. Her sex felt like it was expanding to embrace the wind. The clouds kissed and tasted her, touching her gently in all her most delicate places. She was tossed and shaken, pressed and squeezed as the wind increased in strength. It whispered to her. "Embrace me Alexia, let me carry you into the heavens. Open yourself to me, take pleasure with me. Wrap your thighs around me. Take my soul into you, feel my power surging into you, taking you up to the pinnacle of sensation. Throw wide your arms, spread wide your legs, feel the hard core of my existence slip into your mouth, your ears, your hidden nest while I raise you up to the house of the heavens. Drink the warm balm that I give." "Who are you, what are you?" "I am the voice of the universe. The voice of God. I enjoy riding the wind, being the wind. You are special to me Alexia and Gods get so lonely. We need to feel contact with mortals to bestow our love and feel loved in return." Alexia felt the warm hard essence of the wind enter her through every available pore and orifice, expanding her being, flooding her soul with the warm waters of the skies. The clouds that enfolded her formed and reformed into fantastic shapes, first soft and caressing, then firm and prodding, exploring her, examining her. Her mouth could taste a warm salty elixir that spread through her mouth. "The gates of heaven approach. See how your lover awaits." Alexia opened her eyes and saw Ingemar, naked, his eyes full of love and passion. He floated slowly over to her and fondled her breasts. His touch sent vibrations surging through her body. Her breasts seem to swell with each caress. He bent and took each berry tipped orb into his mouth, nibbling and teasing them until she thought she would explode with passion. Her thighs felt wet from the female nectar flowing from the well of her passion. She begged him to put his stiff poker into her, but he stood and told her to kneel, to put his manhood into her mouth, to taste his passion. She was unable to control herself as she slobbered and washed his prick. "Open your slit for me; show me your wetness" he ordered. She was his slave; there was nothing she would refuse him. Her fingers parted the slippery folds that partially concealed her gaping slot. The pungent perfume of lust rose in an intoxicating cloud from her. Slick streams ran down her cleft from the pulsating vagina. She screamed passionately as his thick staff rammed into the tight slot. She was irrepressible. Her body writhed, bucked and moaned as she sought to absorb his manhood completely. Wave after wave of joy washed through her. She was insatiable. Ingemar said "Show me your bottom Alexia." She was in thrall. Without protest she offered her soft bottom to his caresses. He inserted his fingers and finally his thick cock into her tight fundament whilst his fingers toyed and teased her sensitive pleasure spot. She was again carried away by waves of joy. Perhaps she had merely dreamt all the nightmares that had so recently torn her away from her home. Perhaps she would wake up and find it all a strange but terrible dream. But these thoughts too, were soon lost in the waves of desire that consumed her. She was in heaven, surely she was in heaven. Then, too soon it seemed, it was over. Ingemar smiled lovingly as he floated away. She wanted him to stay. She begged him to stay but he faded away, but she was unable to move and prevent his departure, and as quickly as he had appeared, he was gone. It was like a dream. Yes, just a beautiful dream. Lord Oscar, his damp spear still partially erect from his recent endeavours, stood in the vestibule overlooking Alexia's room with Riella. "You were right my lord as to this woman. She is certainly a prize in your collection. I wouldn't have believed, had I not seen that such a small dose could produce such passion. She serviced four men before yourself denying nothing of herself. It was inspired to convince her you were her deceased husband,though. How she responded to his imagined presence! She must have really loved this man." "Yes he was a fine warrior but older than her and as such probably only an adequate lover, although seeing her response I begin to believe he was more skilled than I give credit for. He likely only experienced a fraction of her talents. Sad that I ordered him killed. Had we been on the same side we could have been friends, I believe. We must now profit from her desires for him and use her passion to release her from his grasp on her heart. I want her to be massaged with the lotion and given the potion after each meal. I want you to conjure images of her late husband to raise her passion but fasten the large painting of me over her bed. When she is in throes of ecstasy I want her to see only me. Then I want you to conjure her husband and when she believes he is making love to her utilize the obedience instruments. Use the needles to prick around her bottom and pudenda. Use the obedience clamps on her nipples and labia until her fervor wanes, then rekindle her excitement, making sure she sees my image constantly, until she reaches the heights of ecstasy. I want her to connect me with sexual fulfillment and her husband with negative feelings of frustration and discomfort. But be cautious, if we proceed too quickly in this process, her mind may tell her this is not real. It might take us several weeks before she will be ready to accept my advances and when the mere sight of me will stir her passion. They were interrupted by a rather flushed and tousled young man. "Oscar, sell me the woman, I'll make it worth your while. Name your price. What a man wouldn't give to have such a woman, such heat, such passion." "Rufus, you always were impetuous. You wouldn't know what to do with such a woman. Come back after the midday meal and you can help with her education. But she is not for sale." The man left with ill grace but Oscar knew he would be back at the appointed time. He gazed down at the naked form of Alexia that still twitched and lurched as the potion fed her sexual fantasies. Slaves held pictures of men and women performing all forms of ribaldry in front of her. The potion although keeping her in a semiconscious state did not affect her senses. The images penetrated to her mind to become part of her subconscious dreams although she was unaware of their presence. One of the eunuchs moved to her and whispered in her ear. Her legs spread apart and another eunuch threaded a large dildo into her. The whisperer stroked her breasts and thighs whilst the man with the dildo massaged her juicy cleft, concentrating on the little fleshy swelling at the top of her slot that glowed a fiery red. Her hips thrust and rotated as another orgasm swept through her unresisting body. The whisperer spoke again and her voluptuous body, as if floating, turned to present her magnificent bottom to the man with the dildo. He massaged more lotion into the humid crack and with a swift motion impaled her consenting bottom. Another eunuch presented him with another dildo which he inserted into her ventral slot. He then proceeded to alternately thrust them into her. Alexia was drawn away from the heavens, disappointed to have been denied more time with Ingemar. The winds bore her downward, still teasing her, still titillating her sensitive places. "You are sad, Alexia?" said the wind "Let me help, open your mind and body to me and I can heal your pain. Feel how my clouds caress your body. Open yourself to them. Let them love you. Let them insert the staff of the universe into you. Let its healing balm enter your most private parts. If you allow this, peace will grow in you and thus, be born into the world. You will be the mother of peace. Your family will receive peace." "Where must the staff enter me" she murmured. "Between your legs like man and woman." "How can I do this, the universe is so large and I am small." "I can adjust myself to your mortal limits. Open yourself let the peace enter." Alexia already stimulated by the caresses of the clouds opened her legs and the stiff rod of the universe slipped into her. She felt stretched but the feeling was soon submerged beneath her mounting passion. "Feel the stream of peace running from you Alexia, covering the earth. Turn now and let it enter the darker spaces behind you and spread its light into you." "Where must you enter?" "Your bottom. It is a place of darkness, sterile and unhealthy. You have not allowed enough light to enter this place. But I can help you. Let me in Alexia." Her body almost mechanically turned in the air. She felt the soft cloud caresses followed by quick pain and the pressure of its force, then molding another appendage from its cloud form the voice of the universe also inserted the staff of the universe into her sex again. She felt the strong rhythmic thrusts driving away the darkness in her soul and infusing it with light. Her desire mounted irresistibly to the acme of pleasure. "Alexia, we must leave you now. You have done the world a great service." The winds fell and Alexia found herself again on the ground. Opening her eyes she found herself in the room with the old woman. "Ah my dear, you fell asleep. You must have been very tired after your journey." "What strange dreams I had. I feel strangely tired and yet you say I have been sleeping." "Come put on your robe. I hear your food coming." A slave entered with a silver platter and laid out meals for both Riella and Alexia. Alexia found herself to be starving and ate ravenously. "Slowly my dear, do not eat so fast it is bad for your figure." Alexia paused and began to eat more slowly. After her meal she attended to her ablutions and sat on the divan. "Tell me about this place. Why are there so many women here." "My lord, likes women, as you have already discovered." Alexia blushed hotly. "He is something of a student of people, especially women. He likes to know why they are the way they are. You are lucky to have been purchased by him. Some owners abuse their women. Beat them, use them as common whores and in some cases torture them. Do not be fooled if friends of my master ask you to join their household. You can find no better place than this. The master is something of a sorcerer. He has skills no-one else can imitate. He appeared here some five years ago and since then has risen to the rank of lord. Almost unheard of." "If he is so kind why did he beat the woman outside." "He does it more because it is expected. He doesn't want people thinking that he is weak. He cares about his harem. Now come my dear, we have yet to finish your preparation. Remove your gown and lie face up on the divan." Alexia's face became stubborn, but then her reason prevailed. What could an old woman do to her? She lowered her gown which slid noiselessly down, catching momentarily on her distended nipples before falling to the ground. Moving to the divan she lay down and allowed the woman to massage the lotion over her body. The lotion created the now familiar tingling in Alexia skin that she had previously experienced. "I will tell you something about myself." Said Riella. "I used to live near where you came from. I am skilled in all manner of herbs. In my studies of herbs I discovered many new and interesting herbs. People used to come to me for advice and help with many problems. I had lotions and potions for many ailments but, I soon discovered that most problems that people had were related to their love lives. They wanted love philtres, potions to cure impotence, potions to help them become pregnant, potions to stop them from becoming pregnant and lotions to keep their cocks stiff. I soon made this my specialty and travelled from town to town with my wares. I finally discovered a herb that helped to loosen the loins of women and sold some to a man I found wandering the woods. I watched him for days so that I could determine it's effectiveness. Such a well hung stallion could hardly resist its allure. He soon showed me its potency on women of all ages. From the young virgin he started with to the beautiful young wife who eventually fell under his sway. She was much like you in looks though younger I think. I finally sold some of this potion to your master and he hired me to oversee his zenana. And now that you know about me my dear, tell me about yourself. How old are you?" "I am thirty five winters old." "Ah, yet you are still so young." Alexia enjoyed the feel of the woman's hands smoothing the lotion over her. Riella rubbed it diligently into her stiffening nipples touching off not unpleasant tingling sensations. She felt remarkably relaxed for a prisoner in a strange country, in a stranger's mansion. The old woman was skillful at her task and sent shivers through her as she poured the lotion onto her tender spot and smoothed it along her exposed chink. Her deft fingers slipped it into her hot vagina and along her bottom to her more secret spot. She used a modified funnel to pour the liquid into her hot little box. It smarted for a moment until the sensation shifted to a warm sensation. "And you had daughters I understand" the woman asked casually. "Yes, three ..." said Alexia realizing with horror that she had revealed to this woman what the barbarians had been unable to get her to tell. "And where are they now. They were not in your village, I understand." Alexia recomposed herself and said "No. They have all moved to the South with their husbands." "They must have been young to be married." "Yes, though I too was married young." "Yes, that is true and they looked like you I suppose." "Somewhat, though they were dark and short" she said trying to make up for her mistake by giving misleading descriptions. "Turn over my dear, I would like to do your back now." Alexia turned over and the woman's uncanny skill again began to increase her desire. The woman progressed from the shoulders down to her taut bottom. She smoothed the lotion over the half moons, squeezing and pressing the globes. She parted the cleft and poured the lotion across her tight bottom hole and worked it in. Pushing the long thin funnel spout deep within her bottom, she poured some liquid into Alexia's tighter hole again causing momentary smarting until a growing hotness submerged any discomfort. Riella removed the spout and inserted a finger into Alexia, stretching and playing with her bottom hole until it comfortably accepted two fingers. "You are very tight here my dear, you have had limited experience with accommodating men in here, am I right?" Alexia tensed her bottom reflexively as she said "Yes ...." "You will need to have this seen to frequently. You will be expected to offer this tight hole for his attention. You have no private places now. They all belong to the master and he can do with you as he will." Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 04 Tears leaked from Alexia's eyes as she thought of her predicament. "Come my dear, in days you will enjoy all manner of pleasures you never experienced before. Here drink this glass of wine. It will restore you." As earlier, Alexia found that she was very thirsty and swallowed the wine quickly. The woman smiled at her. "Now my dear, rest. The master will be in to see you later." The wine made her head swim and she began to drift off. From the observatory Oscar watched the proceedings. He was joined shortly by Riella. "She is prepared. I suggest we wait a few minutes before starting the next phase of her education. You heard about the daughters?" "Yes that was well done Riella. We will investigate her story. Three more like her and I could be a rich man." The curtain swept apart and Rufus entered walking to the vantage point and looking down. "Are you ready to proceed. Ah, I see she is prepared. Come let us not dally. I must sink into her hot furnace again." "Come then Rufus. But remember we are training her. When you are in there with us you must obey me or you will not be allowed to assist." "Good, let us go then." For Alexia the next week passed in a haze of sexual stimulation. She remembered but little of what happened each day, but Oscar fed her dreams with a plausible daily routine that masked what were in reality, days filled with pain and pleasure. She puzzled over her sexually explicit dreams and daydreamed of her lost lover. Rufus and Oscar entered Alexia's room. Her eyes were closed and she lay as if in sleep. Oscar knew that she was suspended between dreams and reality. Although she was soporific and unable to pierce the veil of reality, she experienced in dreams everything that transpired in reality with an intensity similar to real life. Her only restriction was that although she imagined herself moving through the world, she would not move beyond this room. A secret concoction of stimulating oils and pheromones tuned to her body chemistry could at any time eradicate any scruples she might have to making love with strangers. Rufus ever the impetuous one, moved to her and whispering, told her she was travelling to meet her lover. Rufus heard her murmuring. "See he is ahead. Go to him. He is impatient to sink into your hot loins." Alexia was floating in a place with no form. A void. Soon, her vision cleared and she was riding through the forest. In minutes she found herself in a clearing. Ingemar was standing there. She dismounted rapidly and ran to him. He seemed flushed and excited. Rufus watched as she dismounted from divan and ran to him. He embraced her tightly feeling her stiff nipples through the diaphanous fabric of her gown. "Kneel" he said lowering his pantaloons. His member stood out stiff and red. "Take me into your mouth." She took his staff into her mouth, her tongue playing over the shiny red knob. Desire blossomed in her loins, a yearning that would only be quenched when Ingemar's stiff prick parted the soft folds between her thighs and drove into the humid heat of her vagina. His hands parted her gown, seeking out the soft mounds of her breasts, toying and teasing them until her nipples stiff with expectation stretched into his hands. He drew the gown off her shoulders and, extracting his organ from her mouth, pulled the gown over her breasts and let it fall to the ground. She was naked under the gown and although this puzzled her, she was too preoccupied with her craving to pay it much heed. He lowered her gently to the carpet of grass. She had a tightness and a heat in her loins that only he could assuage. He lay her down and in one quick thrust entered her. The feeling to Alexia was sublime. He moved on her raising her smoldering passion to boiling point. Rufus revelled in the tight wetness of her soft pouch. She writhed exquisitely with each thrust of his cock. She kissed him wantonly as she forced her breasts against his broad chest. He was on the verge of bringing her to the peak of excitement when Riella brought some small felt covered clamps. She squeezed her hand between his member and her hot slot and placed first one clamp and then another on her delicate folds that protruded from her slit. Then she placed two more clamps one on each of her turgid nipples. Alexia cried out in some pain and her legs drew together as she tried to dislodge her rider. Alexia felt shooting pains in her sex. Her breasts were aching with a pain she could not explain. "Ingemar, you are hurting me". "It will pass soon" he said coldly. The pain became worse, she struggled to escape but found it impossible. Rufus had instructions from Oscar to continue to make love to her until it was obvious that she had lost all passion. Although the clamps made it uncomfortable he rode her until he spurted forth his seed into her. After he dismounted Riella removed the clamps and Rufus helped her up. Finally he was off her. The pains receded. "You seemed in pain Alexia, what is the problem?' "I don't know" she said "I was in heaven and then the pains came." "Come Alexia, lie here". Rufus instructed Alexia to lie down again on her side giving him access to both bottom and her slippery slit and began to toy with her love pouch. She was an amazingly responsive woman and her mounting lust was obvious. She lay beside him as he stroked the downy spot between her legs. His fingers, as always, felt like fire. She eagerly pressed herself against him, forcing his fingers deep into her sex which still felt somewhat sore. Once again as she approached climax, Riella came over and this time pricked her bottom which sharp needles, making sure that some of the lances pierced the tight sphincter around her bottom hole. She once again placed clamps on her nipples. Alexia was on the point of release when she felt prickles on her bottom becoming more and more intense, her breasts began to hurt. Her passions died and Ingemar seemed sad. Rufus was disappointed and frustrated by these events. He remembered the previous day when he had brought Alexia to a shuddering climax. Rufus helped Alexia rise, taking off the clamps and throwing them disgustedly to one side. He led her to a warm pool hidden by a curtain. "Come, let us forget these problems. Come to the ocean with me". Glancing around Alexia noted they were no longer in a forest glade but on a beach. They ran into the ocean and dived into the waves. Alexia felt free. The warm water eased the pain in her breasts and sex. The water seemed almost to hug and kiss her. "Alexia" a familiar voice called "swim to me". Alexia remembered the voice in her dreams. She swam aimlessly. "Where are you?" Oscar entered the water with Alexia. In her suggestible state he was able to convince her she was on her own. He stroked and dallied with her soft breasts and thighs and maneuvered her to a small jet of water which poured through the side of the pool. His finger lingered over her stiff clitoris, stirring her emotions. "I am all around you. Open your mind and body to me". Alexia relaxed and felt the warm currents of water play over her body, tickling her sex, stiffening her sensitive nipples. A wave of pleasure rose from her loins as a jet of water surged between her legs and teased her clitoris which felt like it was expanding and throbbing. She abandoned herself to the feelings and felt herself being drawn toward orgasm. Oscar felt that it was time that Alexia got used to abandoning herself to him and told her to look at him. "Look at me Alexia, see my face" the voice intoned. Alexia opened her eyes and looked on the face of God. She gasped as she realized he looked like the leader of the raiders who had plundered her village. His naked body, muscular and broad floated in front of her. His large rigid cock waved slowly in the current. His face faded and reformed into the face of Ingemar and then back to the first face. "Open yourself to me. Let me give you peace and light". "I cannot, you look like the man who took me away from my family". "I am all faces to all people. You see this face because you want to see this face. Perhaps you feel guilty because you had illicit relationships with this man and took pleasure in them. Did this man lie with you?". "Yes, he forced me to make love to him". "He hurt you?". "Not in that way. But he destroyed my family". "Remember back to when you say he forced you. Do you remember when you spread your legs for him. He did not force you, you aided him. You opened wide to allow his entry and mated with him freely". "No, you are confusing me". "Did you climax with this man". "Yes, but how could I withstand his tantalizing touches". "Alexia, come to me let us free you of your fears. In order to become well again you must understand what this man meant to you. Remember this is but a face". While she had been talking the pressure on her slit had persisted and she found even in the depths of her despair her lust mounted. She was held by the spirit in manform, experiencing the burning touch of its hands as it rolled her nipples between finger and thumb and stroked through the yawning opening to her seat of pleasure. Her frustrating experiences with Ingemar seemed to have intensified her desires and she wallowed in the sensations derived from his hands. Penetration when it came seemed to fill her very soul. Her climax started as a ground swell, building to an urgent tidal wave of all consuming passion. She covered his face with wet kisses and thrust her hips so hard against him that her pubic bone seemed one with his. His face swam above hers. Was this the man who had ravaged her? Surely not. The God was right she must purify her soul. This could not the same man. As she stared at his face she could see beauty. "Is he the same? Am I betraying my family by imagining myself with this man?. Look at me, I have allowed him to probe my bottom. Ahh ... Ahh now he pushes himself into me. He is spreading my bottom apart to probe deeper. Ahh ... push it in hard. Give me light. Drive away my fear. Now he pulls apart my slit. Something warm licks me. I cannot bear this. Ahh ... Ahh ... Ahh". "Alexia, you have done well. You must understand this man. His body is pleasing is it not? Especially when he brings you to heat". "Yes, he pleasures me. But I do not love him. I can never love him". "Remember Alexia, I am merely using this body shape to allow you to overcome your fear, to protect you from your guilt. When you couple with this body you do not couple with the man but with me". "Yes, I understand. I forgot. He seemed so real, almost like he appeared on that awful day". "Just recall that I am here to help. It is important to give him no reason to abuse or corrupt you. He is not an evil man just a sensualist, interested in infinite variety in women. He will, if he can, try to control your mind completely. It is important that you reserve part of your mind for yourself, otherwise you will be reduced to no more than a mind and bodyslave. It is important not to let anger and guilt grow, otherwise your period here will send you mad". Oscar left the pool and left Alexia lying on the side. He indicated without speaking that Rufus should now approach. Alexia found herself on the shore again. Getting up she could see Ingemar approaching her, his thick cock swinging enticingly. She felt the growing tension in her body heralding the mounting excitement she always felt at his proximity. He walked slowly towards her but as he reached out to touch her, shooting pains snaked through her sex moving to her breasts and bottom. She fell to her knees in pain as Ingemar held her. Ingemar retreated slightly releasing her and the pains reduced. But as he reached to hold her again the pains came back renewed. Each time Rufus got close to or touched Alexia, Riella made sure she experienced the instruments of obedience. Alexia now physically recoiled as the induced image of Ingemar approached. "Ingemar, release me. When you touch me I feel the most terrible pains". He retreated again and she sat up as her pains faded. "I don't know what is wrong Ingemar, I want to hold you and I want you to hold me but when you touch me me body feels such pain". "Perhaps you no longer love me". "No, that is not true. You are my life. We will find a way". "I must leave now Alexia, I will come and see you again". "Yes, do not leave me alone, else I die". "Farewell, for now". Rufus retreated from the room followed by Oscar. Outside, Rufus angrily exclaimed. "Why do you treat her this way. She is as hot as any woman I have seen. Surely we do not need to torture her. We have persisted in this treatment for a week now. Do you think we need to continue it?". "Rufus, you are young. We are restructuring her mind, replacing her husband as the source of pleasure. It is a slow and often painful process. She is like a vessel. First we must empty her of old repressions and then she will fill her with capacity to pleasure anyone. She must be kept at a constant state of arousal until her mind remembers no other state. I think we are gaining ground, but we will know better after tonight". "I do not understand what you say Oscar. Your language is obscure. Almost like you are from a different time or place". "Help me with her Rufus and I will let you share in the spoils of our victory. When we have finished she will remember her past life as though it were a dream. We will become her reality and she will yearn to please our every desire. Wait here I must strengthen my hold on her mind". Oscar left Rufus confused and reentered the room. Alexia sat heartsick on the shore. She felt dislocated and discontented. Her heart told her she loved Ingemar, but her mind filled with apprehension as she recalled the pain which she felt when he touched her. She tried to remember the uninhibited pleasures they had had, but she gained no comfort from these thoughts. She had trouble picturing these times now. They seemed almost illusions. "Why so sad, Alexia?" a voice asked. She opened her eyes to behold the man spirit once more in the form of her ravisher. "Whenever my love makes advances to me my heart yearns for him but my body is gripped with pain and I must push him away". The man spirit drew close and sat beside her. "Where do you experience these pains?". "Here and here" she said indicating between her legs and her breasts. "Your breasts seem quite chafed" he declared placing his hand under one of her breasts and rubbing his thumb over the elongated nipple. "I believe I can relieve some of your pain. Lie back and I will soothe your pain". Comfortable now in the presence of the Almighty, she readily lay back. The man seemed to draw a container from nowhere and began to rub the soothing ointment into the soreness of her breasts. The lotion, at first cool, made her breasts feel warm and tight. The comforting press and squeeze of his hands relaxed her and she felt the tickling sensations which heralded the onset of sexual arousal spreading out like ripples from her bosom. Desire radiated from her loins to her legs and stomach and her thighs began to press together reflexively. "Alexia" breathed the voice "open your thighs, so that I may inspect the sore spot between them". Alexia stretched her legs apart as the man gently parted the soft petals. "Your plaything is inflamed and bruised". She stiffened at his choice of words and her mind cast back to her humiliation at the hands of the raiders. The man rubbed his healing slave within her delicate pleats, pushing these thoughts into the depths of her consciousness as her amorous longings mounted. The cooling lotion accompanied with his subtle caresses produced a burning sensation in her sex. She didn't remember when he had inserted his stiff cock into her, but his short sharp strokes sent sharp tremors through her, increasing in their intensity until she arched her back powerfully, driving his member deep into her slippery socket. She literally screamed with wanton abandon as his thighs slapped against hers in their passion. After he had withdrawn she lay exhausted where she lay and he lifted her and carried her to a bed. Where was she now? In a room in a house. The man bent down and kissed her. She responded spontaneously and felt no regret as he lay with her and once again slid his now familiar prick into her cooperative and sensitive slot. He thrust smoothly and slowly into her bringing her quickly to orgasmic ecstasy. With no suggestion or invitation he quickly turned her to her stomach and entered her defenseless bottom, sliding easily between the well oiled half-moons. Two of his fingers plunged into her gaping vagina as he massaged her clitoris remorselessly. She sobbed and moaned as her body convulsed violently in the throes of unrepentant lust. He rolled of her and turned her to her back. "I must leave now Alexia but I will return". She was too exhausted to reply as he disappeared. Oscar met Riella in the observation room. "What a fool I was. I almost lost all the ground I had made when I called her hot box a plaything. I used that term when we captured her. How could I be so foolish?" "My lord, everything seems to be progressing well. Her amorous nature seems to be stronger than her vengeful nature. She accepts you easier now I feel. We will know better how successful we have been when you meet her tonight". "Yes, I am looking forward to seeing whether our patience has paid off". Alexia lay on the divan staring absently at the ceiling. Riella and some female slaves had bathed her and dressed her in a clean gown. She felt slightly uncomfortable in the gown because it hid little. She stood up and walked to the mirror. In it she could see the dark shadow at the junction of her thighs, the dark nubs of her breasts pushing lewdly against the fabric of the gown. She was nervous, Riella had told her that the master was to visit her tonight. Although she feared him she felt a restless anticipation in her thighs. She moved back to the couch and sat down uneasily. The curtains swept apart as Oscar entered the room. He was different than she remembered him. More handsome cleaner. He was dressed in a red tunic made from silk or satin and trimmed with gold thread. "Alexia, I felt it was time I visited you. It has been fifteen days since you arrived and I have had no chance to greet you properly". Alexia watched him apprehensively as he approached an sat on the opposite end of the divan. "How have things been so far. I hope you have been treated well?" She stuttered as she said "Except for being here at all, I haven't been treated too badly". "Ah yes, this must seem strange to you". Alexia breathed in the exotic perfume he exuded. It had strangely disturbing effects on her. Her nipples tightened inexplicably and her sex throbbed. As Oscar leaned forward to talk, Alexia was conscious of a mounting heat between her thighs. "You are a most attractive woman, Alexia. A woman worthy of any man" he said as he lay a hand on her arm. His touch sent tingles up her arm. She did not retreat when he moved closer and held both of her arms. "Your eyes are the colour of emeralds, your teeth like pearls, your ears like delicate shells" he breathed as his hand stroked her face. His hands fell to the clasp at the neck of her gown and unfastened it. Alexia seemed to be unable to resist his advances. Although a voice in the back of her mind told her she should she reject his attentions, her body thrilled to his touch. His hands reached into her gown and molded and toyed with her breasts. Her nipples tingled and swelled with each caress and she closed her eyes and pressed them against his hands. Village Tales: Alexia Pt. 04 "Your breasts are like melons, your nipples are soft, yet harden invitingly to my touch". He kissed her cheek and neck as his hands roamed freely over her breasts. "Stand up Alexia and remove your gown for me". She stood uncertainly and fumbled with the remaining few clasps and let the gown drop to the floor. She looked at the master and watched as he too removed his clothes. He moved to her and embraced her warmly his stiff member pressed hard against her yielding slit. "Open yourself for me Alexia, let my shaft enter into your hot slot". Alexia felt down between her legs and spreading her labia wide, grasped his prick and slid it into her accommodating slit. She moaned audibly as he thrust forcefully into her. He lifted her impaled body from the floor and carried her to the divan and laid her down. He nibbled and sucked her breasts as his thighs smacked against hers. She grunted and gasped as each thrust brought her closer to orgasm. She cried out sharply as the convulsive contractions in her body indicated her arrival at the acme of female arousal. "Your bottom now Alexia, offer me your bottom". Her metamorphosis seemed complete, loving wife to uninhibited concubine, she kneeled with anticipation as his thick staff plunged smoothly into her waiting bottom. His skillful hands and poking soon had her flexible body jerking convulsively to the melody of passion. All too soon for Alexia, Oscar withdrew his weapon and after washing it quickly in her vagina, left her quivering yet unfulfilled. Her open legs revealing swollen quim that leaked the milky discharge of lust and the rosecolored glow around the entrance to her less accessible orifice. He offered her a glass of refreshment. "This will help you sleep Alexia. I want you to be well rested when I visit again tomorrow". She shivered with barely concealed longing as she anticipated his return. She gulped down the glass of liquid he had given her in an effort to conceal her agitation. Oscar leaned over and locked his lips to hers as he ran his hands over her now well explored erogenous zones, the bush at her thighs, her full breasts which he nibbled passionately, the rosebud of her anus, the backs of her thighs. She reached for him blindly as he left, her eyes full of both longing and humiliation. Her cavernous sobs echoed through the apartment as she comprehended the depth of her abasement and realized that she was no longer mistress of her body, that she would enjoy and be enjoyed as the dictates of this man demanded. Worse was the knowledge he could raise her passion to an extent where she lacked any willpower to resist him and in fact an excitement built as she anticipated his promised return. Her hands reached unthinkingly for her still burning slit and she rubbed her stiff and inflamed nub until she once again reached uncontrolled orgasm. Oscar watched her sensuous writhing body with a ironic expression on his face. "Yes" he thought "she is a prize, this one. Libidinous and sensual, without the coarse lewdness of the baseborn. Here is a woman who was loved and respected. An intelligent woman with selfpride". His member stirred as he recalled sinking into her wet furnace, her thighs wrapping around his back as his stiff prick plunged vigorously into her fathomless depths. Her breath sweet as she covered him with kisses, thrusting her tongue deeply into his mouth. "The drink I gave her will help her sleep, while at the same time inflaming her. She will dream of making love to me, of giving herself completely over to the experience of pleasure. Her dreams will reinforce her attraction to me, so that soon there will be no other. Her husband not even a pleasant memory. Her feelings for him will have transferred to me. If she met him again she will soon feel no love, only revulsion for him". He shivered with anticipation as he turned away from this scene and walked briskly back to his room. He did not notice the shadow which trailed him to his room and knelt with its ear against his door until rhythmic breathing showed that he was asleep. Alexia lay back, the effects of the soothing draft seeping through her body. She felt disembodied; as though her soul had risen from her body and was floating above the bed. As she looked down she could see herself lying on the bed. A wet stain expanded between her legs as the spendings of both she and her new master trickled from her nest. She sensed a presence and could dimly see a shape near the door. The shape was familiar while being barely perceptible. She tried to see the figure more clearly but found herself drawn back to her body. Her dreams were wild and turbulent. The man she now called master drew her down into a pile of cushions, his sharp rod impaling her repeatedly, making her scream with delight. She found herself wanting to please his every desire. She was on the point of orgasm when something intruded itself into her mind. "Alexia, I have returned" it whispered into her mind. "Who is it?" she cried out. "It is I, Ingemar." She stiffened perceptibly and her passion failed as she remembered the pains she experienced whenever she had recently attempted to draw close to him and tried to back away. "No Ingemar, we cannot do this. I can no longer lay with you. Already the pains start in my breasts and loins. Leave me Ingemar. I ... I ... forgive me ... have found another." "Alexia let me lie with you this last time. If you find it unbearable I will leave you to your new found lover and never return." "Alright, Ingemar but if I tell you it is hurting you must stop." He lay down beside her putting his hand over her hand that instinctively had moved to protect her sensitive slot. She blushed profusely as she realized he must feel the sticky secretions of her illicit intimacy on her bush. "You have been with your new lover, have you not? His seed spills from your belly. I can see from your eyes that you know this to be true. Yes, your little nubble which used to be just for me is now his plaything." Tears spilled from Alexia's eyes as she realized the depths of her depravity and shame and how much she must be wounding the one she truly loved. "How do you feel when I stroke your thighs?" "The pain is not so bad, indeed, it seems to lessen as you continue." Rufus began to stroke the insides of her tightly shut thighs, her fears dwindling as the anticipated pain did not occur and her ardor mounted. She now lay quietly as he moved her hand from her secretive furrow and ran his fingers through abundant hairs around the crease. He felt the sticky clumps of hair where the viscous flow of Oscar's semen still trickled from her glowing and inflamed seam. "And now Alexia, should I stop?" "No, I feel little pain. Your hands as ever, overcome all else. How could I have believed that I could let you go. Your touches are like fire. The pain I feel only makes me feel more heated, more ... randy." She remembered how Ingemar became when she described her mounting excitement. His caresses were becoming more bold. Her fear of his touch had dissipated and with it all sense of the pain that she had experienced for the past week. Rufus' fingers now penetrated the soft furrow of her sex and stroked her responsive clitoris. Her legs opened willingly as he stretched her tight hole with first one and then two fingers. The cavity that had so recently willingly accommodated another man's cock was again becoming damp as Alexia's reawakened passion for Ingemar mounted. She reached for his stiff cock and began to run her hands down it as Rufus began to rub her clitoris more vigorously. Her legs were now wide apart and she gasped with passion as his finger slipped down to the elastic ring of muscle around her bottom hole. Rufus realized that this was the moment for action and climbing onto the bed thrust his stiff rammer into her slick warm haven. Alexia delirious with passion, moaned licentiously as Rufus brought them both to a prolonged climax. When Rufus whispered into her ear, she turned onto her stomach, as if in a dream and stretched her legs wide. Her hands reached between her legs and commenced stroking her clitoris. Rufus examined the tight rosette of her bum, still roseate after receiving Oscar's prick there. He tickled it with his tongue whilst inserting a finger into her burning slit. Alexia writhed and swiveled wildly as Rufus discovered her responsive erogenous zones. Finally when Alexia showed signs of coming again he raised her to her knees and placing his knob against her tighter hole pressed himself inside. The mixture of pain and pleasure for Alexia was exquisite. She pressed herself against his cock, hastening his entry into her and urging Rufus on with passionate exhortation. Her fingers rapidly stroked her engorged clitoris while Rufus plumbed her depths with his cock and thrust three fingers into her streaming slot. Their climax was again long and impassioned. As it swelled through her, she spoke. "Ingemar, my love. Yes push in. Push in. Ah! my love I am coming. Fill me with your seed. Yes.. yes. Aaaah Ingemar." The potion that Rufus had taken before coming to Alexia had made him insatiable. Never had he had so much energy. He realized now how Oscar could satisfy so many women. He turned Alexia over and kissing her passionately plunged into her steaming slit and was soon riding the tail of her comet as he and Alexia came again and again. He knew in his heart that it was the image of Ingemar which drove her to such excess and that Oscar would never truly duplicate this passion with himself. Oh he might come close, but Ingemar was, for Alexia, the grand passion. After his fifth or sixth orgasm he decided he had better retire before being caught. When he told Alexia he must go she begged him to stay, grasping his cock in her hands and starting to suck it. Overcome by her passion he made love to her one last time. "Alexia" he said, "you have been cooped up inside too long. You must ask to be allowed outside and then perhaps we can meet again." "I will try" she said "but if I can't you must come back to me, Ingemar my love." "I promise I will" he said kissing her delicately on her lips. He stood and quit the room with one quick glance back at her. She lay wantonly; legs akimbo in a pool of their combined spendings. The red glints from her hair reflected in the hair between her thighs. He sighed with desire as he left. From the observation room Riella thought to herself. "Ah Rufus you play a dangerous game. But perhaps you can be interested in some different games." Morning broke for Alexia as it had for the past two weeks. She found food awaiting her and the steaming pool prepared for her morning bath. She undressed innocently and examined herself in the large mirror. It had become commonplace to find her pubic hair sticky and matted from her nightly fantasies. Also her vagina felt chafed and hot as it often had after a night of torrid love with Ingemar. As she walked to the bath she could sense a stickiness between her buttocks and a tickling sensation in her bottom hole. She stifled these concerns as she lowered herself into the welcoming water. As usual she recalled the extremely vivid and erotic dreams she had experienced in the night. She couldn't remember ever having such graphic fantasies or of being so focused on sensual pleasure. Images of her imagined encounter with Ingemar filled her mind and again she felt the familiar tautness in breast and quim. Her hands moved to them irresistibly and she stroked her breasts as her other hand washed her tangled pubic hairs. Her face turned red when she looked up and found Riella watching her curiously. "You are learning your lessons well, Alexia. The master was very pleased with your obedience. You have a rare talent for charming cocks with sweet nectar of your shameless quim." Alexia blushed guiltily as she remembered her lubricious and pleasurable submission to the master's lust. Riella kneeled by Alexia and, pushing Alexia's hand away, tickled her sensitive nipples until they protruded lewdly. Riella plunged her hand into the water and gripped Alexia between the legs. At the same time leaned over and kissed Alexia full on the lips, inserting her tongue deep into her surprised mouth. "It is time, I think, for the next stage of your education. You will also get a chance to pass on your wonderful talents." She clapped her hands and a young girl of fourteen or fifteen clad in similar clothes to Alexia entered the room nervously. "I would like you to meet Iridia. Iridia was lately a maiden of high breeding. She has been brought here as punishment for her father's misdeeds. She is as yet relatively backward but she is beginning to learn her new position. She was in the habit of tantalizing her admirers with but glimpses and suggestive hints of her charms. Now she realizes that all that is past and her conduct is directed by the master. However, it is time for her to repay our hospitality. Come Iridia, and show us what you have learned." Iridia approached slowfootedly until she stood by Riella. She removed her gown and stood for inspection. She was a short girl, broad of hip with nipples that jutted from her breasts like standing stones on snow covered hills. Her hair was dark and fell in silky waves to her shoulders. Her pubic mound was trimmed with a generous abundance of dark crinkly hair that completely concealed the tightly pursed entrance to her oft essayed yet unassailable nest. "Come, come Iridia. Alexia is eager to see how well you show yourself." Iridia blushed shyly and stood tensely as she raised her hands to her breasts. She toyed with each nipple until they reared up proudly. Then, dropping her hands to the well concealed slot she parted the tight inrolled labia and spread them apart, exposing the slightly moist pink interior. "Now show Alexia your little pleasure bump that you have been exercising immoderately since losing your freedom. That, however, is going to change. You need to learn selfrestraint and understand that it is the master who allows or prohibits your guilty pleasures. You have no control over these matters." Iridia rolled her finger from side to side of her clitoris. As she worked the tender nub her eyes closed and her mouth parted slightly to reveal an agile tongue fluttering like a trapped bird between perfect white teeth. Her breath issued in short gasps as her passion mounted. Pulling her hands away, Riella said. "That is enough you young wanton. You will now pleasure Alexia as you have been taught." Iridia climbed into the bath with Alexia and immediately latched her mouth around her tender nipples. Nuzzling and nibbling them until they stood turgid and dark. "Come you two. Get out of there. Iridia, I want you to practice your newly learned skills." Alexia and Iridia got out of the bath, dried off and went to stand by the bed. Alexia face became the colour of tomatoes when she observed the evidence of her promiscuity clearly recorded on the sheet. "Ah, Alexia, you must learn to subdue this inconvenient modesty. Although it is unquestionably cock teasing for men. Relax while Iridia demonstrates her expanding skill in the genteel art of sensuous massage. While she is working, you will not move unless allowed to. You must not touch Iridia or interfere with her in any way. For this process she is your master and you are her slave." Riella guided Alexia to the couch, parting her thighs until the pink tinged petals of her sex pouted invitingly. She then placed a thick pillow under her head and shoulders so that Alexia could have unobstructed vision of Iridia's craft. Then, turning to Iridia, Riella pointed out the array of exotic elixirs and unguents available for her need indicating their relevance to Alexia's psychology and physical characteristics. After her instructions, Iridia obediently stepped forward and opened a tall blue bottle. Pouring some of its contents into one hand, she transferred it to the soft roundness of Alexia's belly, smoothing it around and into the snug dimple at her navel. Her thumbs pressed and kneaded the supple flesh as she applied more liquid to Alexia's recumbent body. She spread the sweet smelling lotion around the base of her projecting breasts and across Alexia's shoulders and chest and upper torso even to the lightly furred armpits. Again she retrieved the blue bottle, and holding it over Alexia poured a small amount onto the flushed peak of each breast. Iridia took one slightly protruding nipple between finger and thumb and squeezed savagely causing Alexia to cry out in pain. She released it immediately and then began to stroke and fondle the rampant nub gently until Alexia relaxed again. She then repeated this extreme tactic with her other breast. For some minutes she alternately punished and rewarded each tender morsel until rather than reacting wholly with pain, Alexia's face showed a revealing glimpse of her latent passion. Iridia stood back and examined her handiwork. Alexia, her face flushed and wet with tears watched Iridia fearfully and yet expectantly. Iridia's eyes scanned the gleaming torso of Alexia, finally focusing on the fur rimmed cleft between her thighs. She was startled to observe the bright red thumb of Alexia's clitoris stiffly protruding through the separated folds of flesh that embraced it. Glancing around she noticed that Riella had left and her hand was drawn like a moth to a flame to Alexia's surprising protrusion. Alexia churned spontaneously as Iridia caught the brazen nub in her fingers and caressed it. "You have such a well developed one, Alexia. Will mine be this big when I get older?" Iridia gasped. "I don't know. Mine has always been this way. Although perhaps it is because my husband and I made love more frequently than others." Alexia answered breathlessly. "Could I kiss it?" "I've never been kissed in that way by a woman before, I think it would be wrong to let you." Alexia said blushing as she remembered another time when she had succumbed to such depravity. Iridia moved closer, and kneeling between Alexia's thighs leaned over and placed her mouth over the slippery shaft and ran her tongue up it. Alexia heaved her thighs up pressing her mount against Iridia's mouth and busy tongue. Iridia sucked in the stiff flesh and gently nibbled it. Alexia moaned spontaneously, making no attempt to escape her temptress and gyrating her hips as Iridia shamelessly encouraged her ardor. At the point of Alexia's imminent release, Iridia abruptly stopped. "I cannot allow you to climax, because Riella has told me that I would be punished for that. I had better continue with my work or she will come back and punish me." Alexia looked at Iridia sympathetically, her face a study in frustration as Iridia opened a small brown jar filled with a light pink cream. Scooping some onto her fingers, she again worked it into her belly, this time working downwards, massaging Alexia's legs and hips. She applied it from toes to the crinkled junction of her thighs. From this cream she opened a large green jar and scooped out a large dollop of a greenish paste that she applied to Alexia's still blushing breasts. The paste quickly dried, changing colour to a deep red. Once dry, Iridia peeled the dried shell off, revealing Alexia's smooth taut breasts. The concoction had left her breasts rosy and depilated; the nipples smooth, stiff and darkly suffused. Iridia retrieved the blue bottle she had previously used and again spilled its elixir onto the Alexia's bosom. She adhered to her previous procedure of pinching the nipples severely and then comforting them. As before, the initial attacks elicited sharp cries of pain followed by more agreeable moans of enjoyment as Alexia became more accustomed to the procedure.