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A Fate Worse Than Death by DannyV
Gavin, Count of Barrovia stood on the battlefield, his armour and sword drenched in the blood of his enemies. He looked around. The mud strewn field was littered with the bodies of the dead, both his own and the Duke’s, but his army had emerged victorious.
Some of the men were scavenging armour, weapons, and money. Others were putting an end to the wounded enemy. A small bank of unarmed men ran about the battle field, taking those who could be saved to the healing tents, and slashing the throats of those that could not.
Reaching down, Gavin ripped a piece of cloth from a dead man’s tunic, cleaned his sword, and slammed it into its sheath.
“A fine victory, my lord.” Edwin, Gavin’s most trusted advisor, approached across the chaos. His clothes were crisp and clean, saving the smattering of mud and blood around the ankles. “We should see to the captives now though.” He grinned.
Gavin smiled too. “Has the Duke’s body been located?” he asked.
“Not yet.” Edwin’s smile flickered from his face for the briefest of moments. “But his retinue remains in his tents on the far side of the field.”
Gavin turned his head toward the small cluster of tents which, still smouldering from the barrage of burning arrows, housed the followers of the Duke. It was the custom of the region to bring one’s entire household to battle; wives, c***dren, servants and all. Throwing the now sodden rag to the floor, Gavin made his way toward the tents. The sun setting in the mountains cast an aptly red hue across the carnage between him and his goal.
At the tents, Edwin’s personal guard had rounded up all the survivors and had them kneeling in three groups; men, women and c***dren. Gavin cast an eye over the crying, fearful c***dren. “Take the c***dren back to the Duke’s castle. Send a small armed force and some servants to care for them.”
Edwin’s eyebrows raised. “But, my lord …” he began.
Gavin turned his fierce, blue eyes upon Edwin. “See to my command!” he snapped.
Edwin bowed, stepping back a pace or two, then hurriedly turned and conveyed the order to his men.
With the c***dren out of the way, and a large throne-like wooden chair brought for Gavin, the Count’s attention turned to the men. “I give you a simple offer.” He said, taking a steel chalice from a deeply bowing servant girl. “Serve me or be sold into slavery.” Gavin took a deep draught from the chalice. “There has been enough death during this past year. Some might say that slavery is a fate worse than death … I know of no such thing as a fate worse than death!”
Edwin was trying to suppress more protest. It was usual to kill all potential enemies. “My lord, I hope that you will not break tradition with the women prisoners as you have with the men and babes?”
“I shall do as I please, Edwin.” Snapped the Count. “And it pleases me to give the women to our victorious officers, as is the custom.”
Edwin sighed, relieved. “Get those men out of here,” and he turned to the women. “Ladies, rise and take off your clothes.”
The women, a group of about twenty ranging from young maids of twenty to old matrons well passed fifty, looked from one to another. There was the muttering start of a protest, but one of the elders stopped them. They all disrobed.
Gavin smiled as he surveyed the random mixture of shapes before him. The young girl with the large firm breasts and narrow waist, her flaming red locks matching the tight curls of her pubic region. The ancient crone, her full breasts sagging and wrinkled, her thatch, still dark in contrast to her white hair, barely hiding the bulging clitoris and dangling labia of a well experienced cunt. And then the middle-aged mother, small of breast but large of nipple and with ample bottom for the savouring. He liked the look of those ones in particular, he signalled to Edwin to reserve them for his own pleasures.
The three ladies were called out, and made to come and sit by the side of the Count’s make-shift throne. Gavin stood. He raised his bloody gauntleted hand and spoke loudly. “To the victors go the spoils.” The surrounding troops whooped in approval. “The camp perimeter is secure, so you may take your pleasure from these women.”
Gavin turned aside, as the gathered troops cheered and began to divest themselves of their armour and undergarments. The Count signalled his squire, and likewise stripped to his bare flesh. Once naked, he took another deep draught from the chalice, then sat once more on the wooden throne. He watched.
The men outnumbered the women at least five to one, and the closed in small groups around their prey. Some of the men stood watching, stroking their cocks into full erection. Others got straight to the job at hand, pulling a woman to them and crushing kisses onto their mouths and breasts. Hands were thrust roughly into tight female crotches. A cheer went up to one side as a slender young lieutenant lost his virginity, and another as an older sergeant drew virgin blood.
Close to the Count, two strapping guardsmen were at odds over a young blonde, but they settled the matter amicably by having the girl in question kneel in front of them, sucking first one hard cock and then the other. The shorter haired of the pair reached down to roughly squeeze the full rounded breasts, pulling on the long, hardening nipples, while the bearded longer haired man grasped the back of the girl’s head to thrust his pole deep into her throat. Short-hair moved, knelt behind the girl and pulled her hips up for better access. His glistening rod sunk into her wet pussy, and the pair of guards continued in the spit-roast for some time, until the one with his cock sunk into the girl’s cunt started to twitch and grunt, and collapsed over the girls back before pulling out his softening cock. Even from a distance Gavin could see the cum drizzling from her damp pussy. The other guard, at the front, pulled his cock out of the girl’s mouth just in time to pump his semen across her muddy face. The two guards, smiled and walked away. The girl looked relieved, until another four men took their place.
“My lord?” came a weak voice from beside the throne. The oldest of the ladies, pushing her wisps of grey hair from her face, was touching Gavin’s arm. “What are your plans for us?”
Gavin looked at the old woman and smiled. “Well since you like to use your mouth, you may start by sucking my cock.” He said.
The old lady, Ruth, moved between Gavin’s legs and took his somewhat small penis on one hand, took a deep breathe, then sunk down taking the soft member into her mouth. She sucked hard for a few moments, at first thinking that she was unable to stimulate the Count, but as the seconds ticked by his penis began to swell.
Ruth worked on Gavin’s cock with enthusiasm and skill. She occasionally plopped his engorged shaft from her mouth, to spit on it and rub the expanding head with her hand. She pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go, making the head bulge. Her tongue had a light rasp to it that Gavin found exciting, as it flicked against the thin strap of skin on the underside of his cock head. He turned to the plump, middle-aged woman. “Come here, I want to suck on your tits.” She moved to his side, letting him take her small tit in his hand as his mouth closed over the dangerously erect nipple. Gavin’s hand moved down between her thighs, and, finding a surprisingly wet pussy, he slipped two fingers inside, his thumb playing with the large, engorged clit above. He could feel the muscular vagina clenching on his fingers as he pushed them deeper inside.
With his free hand, Gavin beckoned the younger girl. She approached, and Gavin thrust his hand between her legs, feeling her sopping wet cunt with its tight fringe of labia.
Ruth’s work on the Count’s cock had done wonders for the tiring lord. He let Arabella, the plump wife, go and rose to his feet. “All of you, bend over that table.” He said, gruffly. The three women complied, and Gavin was presented with the gorgeous site of three raised bottoms; one firm and round, one large and full, and one petite and wrinkled. We ran his hands over their bare bottoms, pushing his fingers into their wet cunts and loosening arseholes. He pushed his hard cock into Ruth’s now sopping cunt. It was loose and warm and extremely pleasant. In front of him a dark haired plump woman with ginger pubes was being showered in yet another spray of hot cum.
Gavin looked down as he heard the soft moaning of Ruth in front of him. She moved her hips in a most arousing way, and he saw the she had worked her hand between her legs to ensure her own pleasure. He smiled to himself, and pulled out rapidly, making her gasp. He moved to the youngest girl, Karen, and pushed his large purple head towards her tight pussy lips. It took a small effort, even though the girl’s pussy was wet, to slide his head passed the outer lips and begin to thrust. Unlike Ruth’s, Karen’s pussy was very tight, so after only a few thrusts Gavin pulled out, not wishing to finish too soon.
Now behind Arabella, Gavin paused to admire the large round bottom. He pulled the cheeks apart to see the small star of her arsehole and the floppy lips of her dripping cunt. He knelt behind her, pushing his face into the juicy gap. His nose nuzzled her arsehole as his fingers spread her pussy so that his tongue could dive in deeply. The taste of her pussy juices was nectar to his war weary soul. He stood, and thrust his cock balls deep in one swift motion. Arabella gasped, not at the size, but at the suddenness. He grasped her ample hips and thrust hard and deep, pulling his cock almost all the way out before slamming it back in. A little surprised, Gavin felt the involuntary contractions of her vaginal muscles as a flood of fluids ran down his balls. He pulled out before Arabella’s orgasm pulled him over the edge too.
He took a few more thrusts into Ruth’s pussy, but knew that he wanted to cum deep inside Karen. Part of the purpose of the ritual violation of the captives was to plant the seed of the victors, hopefully creating more allies. Gavin thrust his cock into Karen’s still tight pussy, the warmth and wetness felt exquisite against his slippery shaft. He pushed all the way in, feeling his foreskin stretch back to its furthest extent. The pulsations in his cock began and he began to lose his rhythm. His balls clenched as his hot cum shot from his penis, filling Karen’s vagina. He stood for a moment, still balls deep, as his cock began to subside, then let his now limp penis slip from the tight hole, pulling with it clumps of thick pussy juice and oozing semen.
“Squire!!” called Gavin, and the young man assigned to that duty ran forward, bowing. “Take these women to my tent, make sure they are washed clothed and fed.” He moved to his armour. His body dripped sweat and his armour was covered in mud and blood. He considered bathing first, but decided against it. The Count managed, with the help of some servants, to get back into his armour and he strode of in search of Edwin.
He found him, balls deep in a young brunette’s arsehole. He stood and watched for a moment as Edwin thrust, eyes clenched shut, in and out of the girl’s gaping hole. She must have been well used, thought Gavin.
His impatience mounting, Gavin slapped a steel gloved hand onto Edwin’s shoulder. Edwin’s eyes snapped open and he stared up into the flushed face of his lord. “My lord,” he groaned, “one moment please.”
Gavin folded his arms impatiently. “Where is the Duke’s body?”
Edwin stopped his thrusting, and pulled his still hard cock out of the girl. He stood up and called to one of his men “Robe! And what news of the Duke’s body?”
A guardsman scuttled forward dr****g a richly embroidered cloak about Edwin’s shoulders, and whispered a message into his liege’s ear. Rapidly, the guardsman retreated, bowing until he could turn and hastily walk away.
Edwin huffed. “It appears that the man fighting in the Duke’s armour was not, in fact, the Duke.” He shuffled uncomfortably in his cloak, a bulge still evident in the front.
“Get the army ready, we shall spend some time at the Duke’s castle and see what we can find.” Edwin glanced at the captive girl, his hand clearly on his cock under the cloak. “No time for that, Edwin.” Gavin glowered, “We must find the Duke before he gathers more men!”
Edwin bowed deeply, and headed off muttering to his men. Gavin heard the barking of order, and although he couldn’t make them out, he knew that his will was being done. He smiled, and headed for his tent. He needed a bath.
The journey to the Duke’s house would take them several days, but it was Gavin’s hope that the Duke would run for his own castle. The grey skies and drizzling rain made the already muddy landscape seem dirtier still. The soldiers marched slowly, the weight of their packs, the battle weariness, and the weather all sapping their spirits.
Gavin rode, as always, ahead. His armour, now gleaming silver even in the dullness of the day, shone the way forward for his men. He pulled his horse to a sideways stop, and surveyed the road ahead. It wound up into a narrow pass through a rocky outcrop, a lone dark tower stood at the top of the pass. “Gerald!” called Gavin, and one of his officers approached on foot. “Send a scouting party into the pass. Looks like a good place for an ambush.”
The officer hurried off, and soon a small squad of men was double timing into the pass. Gavin waited. His horse snorted, shaking its head, rattling the metal of its reigns and bit. The men had still not returned. Gavin, wheeled his bored horse from side to side. Stopping, the horse stamped at the floor with one of its front legs. At length, the men returned looking flustered and red. Gavin was almost sure that at least one had a hard-on under their leather britches.
“All clear, my lord.” Said the leader of the group. “There’s a healer in the tower should you require her services.” The man gave an involuntary grin, and one or two of the men supressed a laugh.
Gavin snorted “Onward then!” and pushed his horse into a canter up the rocky slope toward the pass and the tower.
Far ahead of the marching soldiers, Gavin arrived at the base of the tower. An odd structure, not so much blocking or guarding the pass, as sitting beside it, watching. A large oak door stood open at its base, and, in the opening, there was a rather beautiful woman dressed in mannish leather garb. Her hair was black as a raven’s and long, but tied back into a single pony tail. Her face was smooth and narrow at the chin, her noise a little pointed, but beautifully proportioned to her face. Her lush lips were curled into a slight smile. Her tunic, very tight white cotton, clung to the curve of her impressive breasts, the material so thin that the darkness of her areola showed through ever so slightly. Her britches were tight and black, clinging to her groin and showing the slight cleft between her thighs. The boots, just above the knee, were all black leather with slightly raised heels.
“Do you need healing, my Lord?” she said in a rather deeper voice than Gavin had expected.
He smiled, and dismounted, leading his horse to the nearby water tough without taking his eyes from the woman. “And who are you, my lady?” he asked.
“You may call me Miriam.” She said, her pale blue eyes seeming to glint in the dim light of the gloomy afternoon. “I am happy to heal those in need of it.”
Gavin, dropped the reigns of his horse, a signal for him to stay put. Today, the horse shied away from the trough and trotted briefly to the far side of the pass, where it stopped, pawed the ground, then began to chew some weeds through its bit.
“Now that you mention it, I am a little achy.” He said with a smile.
Miriam stepped to one side of the door and raised a welcoming arm “Then enter my home and I shall make you feel better.”
Gavin strode passed Miriam into a dimly lit, round room at the tower’s base. A small door, presumably to stairs, was the only other exit and most of the light came from a roaring fire on the far side of the room. In the centre of the room was a long table covered in a bearskin rug and with a soft looking pillow at one end.
Miriam had entered behind Gavin, and closed the door. She took a small vial from a shelf near the fire and tipped some oil from it into a small bowl held in frame over a lit wax candle. “Remove your clothes and lie on the table.” Gavin cast a wary glance around the room. “Don’t worry,” Miriam said, “I don’t bite …” she paused, undoing the fastening of her tunic, “… unless you ask nicely”.
Gavin watched as Miriam slowly opened her tunic, letting it fall behind her. Her breasts were magnificent; large and firm, the areola very wide across the front of her breast, the nipples large and erect. She moved slowly to a small stool, where she sat and removed the boots. Gavin considered that a shame in many ways, but as she turned her back and bent forward to remove the tight britches he stood transfixed by her ample, yet firm bottom. She turned, now naked, and Gavin looked her up and down. Her pubic hair was non-existent, and the slit of her pussy was clearly visible, the labia drooping down slightly, glistening in the firelight.
Quickly, the Count removed his armour and under clothes, and stood naked before the healer. His body was lean and muscled, but not hefty. Miriam glanced at the small dangling penis nestled in the blonde curls and seated upon a pair of rather large balls. She smiled, and beckoned for Gavin to lie on the table.
Once Gavin was in place, lying face down on the bearskin, Miriam moved to the bowl, filling her hands with warm oil and straddled Gavin’s back. As she rubbed the oils into his aching back he could feel the delicate touch of her labia across his bottom cheeks. His penis began to grow uncomfortably against the bearskin.
Miriam moved down Gavin’s back, now pressing and oiling the base of his back, now his bottom cheeks. She pulled the apart slightly, and ran her oily fingers across his arse hole and ball sack. This served to increase his size and his discomfort. And then Gavin jumped as he felt a finger pushing gently into his arsehole. The sensation was new to him, but not unpleasant. As Miriam worked her finger in and out Gavin’s cock hardened like never before. Then there were two fingers in, and she was gently massaging something inside him that felt very good.
She moved below his feet and said, “Turn over now.” In her deep, quiet voice. Gavin complied immediately, his cock springing up in front of him as he lay on the furred table. Miriam smiled, “I’m glad you like my ministrations.”
Gavin looked at her gorgeous face, those pale blue eyes and the tits below. His cock twitched involuntarily. Miriam smiled, renewed the oil in her hands and grasped one hand to the base of Gavin’s penis, pushing down into his balls. With the other she grabbed the shaft and began to slide her tight gripped hand up and around the lengthening shaft. At the top, she stopped, rubbing the palm of her hand around the swollen penis head. She pulled the foreskin all the way back, and paid some attention to the head alone, then went back to sliding up a down the shaft. As her right hand glided upward, her left moved down, twisting ever so slightly. Gavin could feel the cum building up in the base of his cock, getting very close to shooting his load. Miriam stopped.
Gavin’s eyes widened, his lips about to form the word “Why?” when Miriam bent forward and took the head of his penis in her luscious mouth. She did not move down to swallow the whole shaft, but rather just held the head in her mouth, sucking fiercely, her lips rubbing rapidly over the rim of his helmet; back and forth, back and forth.
Gavin could not last any longer, he pushed his hips up off the table and his cock exploded three large jets of cum into Miriam’s mouth. She caught most of it, sitting up and swallowing the massive load in delight. She looked down at Gavin’s wilting penis, some cum still dribbling from its one eye, and globs falling slowly down the shaft. She bent forward again, cleaning every last drop of cum from his body.
Miriam smiled, her small white teeth shining in the firelight. “And now for the fee.” She said. Gavin made to move, face showing a puzzled look. Miriam smiled again, and moved forward, sliding her pussy up along his chest and resting so that her knees where either side of his head. Right before his eyes were the puckered, glistening lips of her pussy. The hood at the top most often a small nub of delight, stood out like a tiny penis and the smell of her pussy filled Gavin’s mind.
He pushed out his tongue, gently licking the dangling labia, reaching higher to engulf the massive clit with his mouth. Miriam moaned as he sucked and licked her clit and streaming cunt. Above him Gavin could just catch a glimpse of Miriam kneading her tits with both hands, the nipples poking out about an inch from the surface. She ground her pussy into his face, rubbing back and forward from his chin to his nose. Her juices were coming quite freely now, smothering Gavin’s face.
His tongue worked hard, his jaw beginning to ache. Miriam screamed in delight and a great spurt of liquid came from her pussy, covering Gavin’s face. He rested his head back, only to be pinned across the mouth by Miriam’s clean-shaven pussy. She stayed like that for a moment, then slowly moved off Gavin and the table and began to dress.
Gavin slowly arose and wiped his face on the damp cloth thrown to him by Miriam. He gathered his clothes and armour, and Miriam helped him to tighten all the straps. “Perhaps you will come to me for all you healing needs.” She said.
Gavin smiled like an idiot. “Oh, I think I will, my lady.” He moved across the room, strangely refreshed after his exertions. He threw open the door and walked out to find the vanguard of his army waiting in the pass. His squire brought over his horse, which he mounted in an energetic bound.
“Healed, my Lord?” asked Gerald.
Gavin looked down at his officer, but rather than punish the insolence he simply said, “Oh yes.” And pushed his horse into a slow trot onward through the pass.
The army marched on for another day, until they crested a large, grassy hill and in the valley beyond they could see the Duke’s castle. Still a day’s march away, the castle was built in the traditional style of the region. A great outer-wall surrounded by a deep moat, gate-house and guard towers spread about, their conical rooves shiny in the drizzling rain. Inside the wall were a few buildings, most likely a smithy and some sort of bakery, and the central keep. This again was protected by four tall towers.
Gavin called a halt to the march and commanded camp to be set up for the night. He wanted his men as fresh as they could be for the final push to the Duke’s castle in case the Duke had indeed returned. He discussed strategy with Edwin, Gerald and his other officers, and it was decided that a small group should be sent out that night to scout the route to the castle, and to ensure that they would meet with no surprise the next day.
All tasks done for the day the Count retired to his well-lit tent. Inside Ruth, Arabella and Karen awaited. Each dressed in fine silks from the east, their hair braided in the ornate style of the hill peoples, and their skin anointed with sweet smelling oils. Only the golden cuffs around their wrists would have signalled them as captives, for they were eating and joking with one another.
Ruth rose, waving a hand for the other to do likewise, as she saw the Count standing in the entrance to his tent. She curtsied, followed awkwardly by the younger women. Then rushed over to take Gavin’s cloak and begin to disassemble his armour.
The Count smiled. “You seem used to this kind of service, woman.”
“I was courtier to a Baron in my youth, my lord.” Ruth smiled, with a surprisingly pleasant set of teeth. “I know how to serve.”
Stripped to his under clothes, Gavin lounged on the gold inlaid cushions and looked at his captives. Each a beauty in their own way, but he was so very tired today. The encounter with the healer, while exhilarating at the time, had left him unusually drained. He gulped a chalice of fine wine, and his head nodded back into a deep sleep.
He awoke, slowly, drowsily. The lamps had burned low and the night outside was quiet. He had a strange sensation around his groin. Tickly and warm all at once. He looked down to see the grey locks of Ruth bobbing up and down, as she sucked and licked on his rigid cock. She let the stiff rod pop from her mouth and looked up. “Apologies, my lord, but you had such a stiffy in your sleep I could not resist.” She smiled at him again. “I am old, and you will probably make use of the other two more than I.”
Gavin looked to the slumbering girls. Arabella was sprawled across a thick fur blanket, her left breast exposed. Karen was curled in a ball nearby, her round bottom bare to the light breeze running through the tent. Ruth went back to work on the Count’s cock. She licked the underside, down to the balls, then gently took one in her mouth and sucked a little. Gavin sighed and dropped his head back on the pillows, savouring the experienced mouth and tongue. Her hands played with his shaft and head, until she licked her way back up, sucking in the head, but unlike the healer she went further down until Gavin felt his cock in the back of her throat. He jerked his hips forward in pleasure, making Ruth gag a little, then flooded her mouth with spurt after spurt of cum. So much that when Ruth pulled back, the cum was still flowing over her bottom lip, pooling in the Count’s pubic hair. Ruth swallowed what was in her mouth, then set to cleaning up the rest with her tongue.
The Count fell back into a deep slumber, content with his choice of captives.
When next he awoke, the sounds of the camp were loud as the army prepared for the march ahead. He could smell the bacon and sausages cooking outside, and blinked at the feast laid before him. Eggs, meats and fruit of all kinds. The three ladies knelt patiently around him for any orders he might have. He had none. He simply ate his breakfast, washed and donned his newly polished armour.
Stepping into the morning light, he found Edwin waiting for him. “The scouting party returned early this morning.” He said in low whispers. “The Duke’s castle has only a handful of occupants, and none are the Duke.”
“Good.” Said Gavin, clapping his hands together. “We shall ride in and take control, then wait.”
Edwin bit his lip, but shook his head slowly. “Are you sure that is wise, my lord?”
“You doubt me?” Gavin snapped.
“Of course not, my Lord!” Edwin gasped in a well-practiced hurt tone.
“Squire!” Called Gavin, “My horse.”
Hurriedly the young squire brought over the great steed, and Gavin mounted slowly. He wheeled the horse about in the space in front of his tent. “I’m going ahead, send some horsemen after me.” And he kicked his horse into a wild gallop.
Edwin cursed under his breath, “The man’s a fool.” He muttered. Then quickly looked about to make sure that no one had heard his treasonous remark. He then hurried off to command a troop of cavalry to follow the Count and protect him.
The cavalrymen caught up with Gavin just at the roadway leading to the draw-bridge protecting the Duke’s castle. He had slowed his horse just outside camp, and now walked his horse sedately onward to the castle. He stopped at the closed portcullis and raised draw-bridge and called. “Anyone in the castle. I am Gavin, Count Von Borrovia. I have defeated your Duke on the field of battle and now claim his lands and properties. Open up!”
To his great surprise, the portcullis was immediately raised, and the draw-bridge lowered into place. A steward emerged bowing deeply, welcoming the new lord of the castle, and bidding him come through to the dining hall.
A great feast had been laid out with many tables and a great deal of wine and meat. Gavin was pleased. He had suspected that the Duke was not well liked, but had been informed by various terrified spies, that he, himself, was not well liked either. He accepted that as part of ruling.
He sat at the head of the high table and began to quaff wine, and stuff himself with the venison and pork laid out before him. His men filed into the room, chose places at the tables and likewise began to celebrate their occupation of the Duke’s lands.
Edwin arrived some time after the rest. He stood at the entrance to the hall watching the revelry and smiled. The first of the soldiers began to falter, falling to the floor and table in a deep sleep. Edwin approached Gavin on the high table, smiling still as soldiers began falling left and right. “My Lord.” Edwin said with a sarcastically gracious bow. “I did tell you not to do this.”
Gavin rose to his feet, but staggered a little. “I feel …” he began, but the words failed in his mouth.
“I believe the word is poisoned.” Edwin said. “These lot,” he waved a hand to indicate the soldiers. “Will sleep, and when they awake their Count will be dead and I shall take your place.”
Gavin looked through fogged vision at the smiling face of Edwin. “I doubt that.” He said, and launched a dagger he had been using to cut meat in Edwin’s direction.
Caught off-guard Edwin moved, but not quickly enough. The dagger caught him in the shoulder, and he backed away down the hall as he saw Gavin clumsily pull his sword from its sheath and clamber over the food strewn table in front of him. Edwin’s eyes widened as Gavin pulled himself to his feet and advanced.
Edwin turned and ran from the hall. The poison would take hold soon, and then he could take the control he had always wanted.
Gavin stood blearily in the grand hall amidst his now sleeping soldiers. His hands were starting to feel numb and the sword slipped from his fingers to clatter to the ground. Ruth ran forward trying to catch him before he fell, but succeeded only in slowing his descent to the floor.
Karen walked slowly over. She spat on Gavin’s face and laughed. Ruth grabbed her dress as she tried to leave. “Are you stupid, girl?” She spat, “Do you know what these others would have done to us ... will do to us if he,” she pointed a thumb at Gavin, “dies?”
Karen frowned. “Well there’s nothing to be done. He’s a dead man.”
“Not necessarily.” Ruth said. “We need the healer.” She looked around the room at the fallen guards. “But we need somewhere safe first. Help me get him to a room with a sturdy door.”
It took some considerable effort, but the three women dragged Gavin out of the hall and found a small bed chamber with heavy oak door. Ruth locked them in. “Get his armour off, and keep him awake, and I’ll be back with that healer.” And she left as fast as her aging legs would carry her.
Karen and Arabella looked at one another and then at Gavin. He was drowsy and a little unfocussed, but awake. His eyelids started to droop. The two women moved to his side, shaking him back awake. “Ruth says to keep you awake.” Karen said. Gavin nodded, and pushed himself into a half-seated position on the small wooden bed.
Arabella and Karen set about stripping off his armour, making Gavin groan a little as they man-handled him to get at the straps. Then they sat, looking from one to the other, not knowing quite what to do.
Several hours passed, with the ladies talking about all manner of trivial things, trying to keep the Count awake. Despite their efforts Gavin’s eyelids drooped once more, and Arabella stood up quickly. She looked about the room trying to find something that would hold the Count’s interest. Then shrugged, and unclasped her dress at the shoulder, dropping the thin fabric to the ground. She stood close by the bed, naked in the flickering candle light and shook Gavin’s shoulder. His eyes opened slowly, then widened at the sight of Arabella’s soft curls of pubic hair near his face.
Stepping back a little, so that he could see better, Arabella started touching herself. She ran her hands up either side of her body, across her wide hips to her small breasts. She grasped each nipple, pulling and twisting them, all the time keeping eye contact with the poisoned man. He shuffled into a more upright position, his eyes wide open, drinking in the sight before him.
Arabella, her nipples erect, moved her hands down towards her pubic area. She pushed a hand through her thick bush of pubic hair, thrusting her hips forward and parting her thighs. Her fingers slid into the slit of her pussy, circling slightly as they passed the clit. With both hands, she pushed her outer lips apart, showing the slippery pinkness within to Gavin’s now eager eyes. With two fingers of one hand she kept her pussy lips apart, while she rubbed up and down the wide-open slit with the other. Her breath was coming faster now, a slight red blush spreading across her chest just above those small tits.
She felt soft, warm breath on her neck, and the warmth of a naked body pressing up behind her. Karen, now also naked, stood close behind Arabella, her hands running around her rib-cage to her engorged nipples; rolling them in her fingers and kneading the small, round breasts. Karen gently kissed Arabella’s neck and shoulders, making the older lady close her eyes and tilt her head backward, sighing.
Arabella’s hands left her glistening pussy and reached behind, feeling the soft curves of Karen’s young body. She turned, and pulled the flame haired girl in tight, pressing their lips together for a long deep kiss, as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Karen licked Arabella’s upper lip, then started to squat downward, kissing Arabella’s throat and upper chest, before clamping her mouth onto one of the luscious, protruding nipples. She sucked hard, making Arabella groan, her hands making their way from hips round to ample bottom. Kneading the buttocks, spreading them apart then pushing them back together. Still lower she kissed. Moving down over the older lady’s rounded belly, swirling her tongue briefly in the deep well of her navel. Karen rocked back on her knees, smiled up at Arabella, then sunk her face into the bushy pubes. She pushed three fingers from one hand up and into Arabella’s cunt, pulling them back and forth while her tongue flicked across the now swollen clit.
On the bed, Gavin had managed the strength to pull his penis free of the short white undergarments that he still wore, and was running his hand up and down the increasing length of his member. As he watched the two women his cock became more rigid, the veins poking out, almost as though they would burst. He pulled his foreskin all the way back, making the enlarged head bulge even more.
Arabella was now leaning back against a chest of drawers, her hips twisted forward and thighs open to give Karen the greatest access she could. Karen’s hand worked now back and forth, Arabella’s juices running down her wrist, the air in the room smelled of her sex. Four fingers now, Karen had worked into Arabella’s juicy cunt. The sucking and squelching sounds seemed to drown out all other noises, as Karen closed her thumb in and pushed her hand deeper. She now had her arm wrist deep in Arabella’s expanded, dripping cunt. In and out, faster and faster. The older woman groaned in pleasure, the blush on her chest spreading, her face dripping sweat. Her hands gripped hard against the wooden drawers on which she leaned, her eyes screwed tighter shut, thighs clamping together over Karen’s pistoning arm. She bit her lip to supress a scream as orgasm swept over her and her juices gushed from her pussy.
The Count was pulling on his hard cock quite fast now. Alternating between rapid movements just across the head and longer tugs where he pushed his hand all the way to his balls. Her orgasm subsiding, Arabella looked at Karen, still kneeling of the floor before her. Eyes flitting about the room, her gaze stopped on a rather large, white candle. She smiled wickedly. She grabbed the thick wax tube and pushed Karen back so that she fell across the bed, lying over the Count’s lower legs. He groaned a little, but the girls were not sure if it was pain from being lay on or pleasure from his enflamed cock.
Arabella set to work on Karen’s pussy. First licking and nuzzling with her nose. Then stretching the wet labia apart with both hands, swirling her tongue on the girl’s clit. The young pussy got wetter and wetter, white fluid oozing from her reddened gash. Arabella pushed her fingers into the girl’s slit. Working backward and forward as Karen had done to her, until four fingers of one hand were stretching the flame topped cunt.
Gavin licked his lips as he watched, pounding his cock furiously now. Arabella took the great white candle, smothered the length of it in Karen’s creamy pussy juice, and the started to push it against the folds of Karen’s pussy. The flame haired woman threw her head back and gasped as the thick, white candle edged its way, inch by inch, into her dripping cunt. Two inches in, three inches, four. Karen gasped and grabbed Arabella’s wrist, signalling she could take not more. Arabella stopped, briefly running a finger over the bulging clit, then started, slowly at first, pulling the candle back and forth.
Karen’s large round breasts heaved as she gasped for air. Her nipples pointed and hard. The Count’s cock was huge and rigid against her arm. She shifted her position slightly, so that her arm was more comfortable, and now the Count’s cock nudged against the soft auburn hair of her armpit. Karen bit her lip, her orgasm taking over her body. At the same time Gavin’s cock began to spurt shot after shot of warm cum, splashing over her armpit hair and breasts. Reaching even as far as her other arm.
Arabella stood up, smiling, pulling the huge wax candle from Karen’s pummelled pussy. She admired the girl’s heaving, reddened tits and the soaked, curly hairs of her pussy.
A key grated in the door lock, and Arabella spun to see the oak door push open and Ruth and the healer came rushing through. Slamming and locking the door behind her, the healer lowered Ruth to the floor, a snapped arrow shaft protruding from her shoulder.
The healer drank in the scene in the small room, with nose as well as eyes. She rolled her eyes, “You were supposed to keep him awake, not get his heart pumping the poison round his body even faster!” She grabbed Karen by her cum drenched arm, and pulled her from the bed. The healer sat beside Gavin, pulling his head from one side to the other. She pulled his eyes open wide, looking at the dilated pupils. “The poison has gone too far.” The healer looked at Ruth, seeping blood on the floor near the bed. “I can do nothing.”
A hammering came on the door. A voice, deep and angry. “Open up or we’ll break it in!” It was Edwin.
Ruth gasped in pain. “There is ONE thing you can do.” She pulled herself to the bed. “I am old, not blind.”
Miriam sighed. She looked back to the Count. She shook him. “I can save you,” she paused, “but some might say it is a fate worse than death.”
Gavin smiled weakly. “There is no such thing as a fate WORSE than death.” He croaked.
Miriam pursed her ruby red lips, she looked from Gavin to Ruth. Weakly Ruth nodded, “Do it.” She whispered.
Miriam sighed, but pulled the Count by the shoulders, and sank her fangs into his neck. She fed, feeling the beating of his heart slowing, slowing, stopped. She quickly sliced open her wrist with a long, sharp finger nail and held it to the Count’s mouth. The thick dark blood dribbled into the Count’s slack mouth, and at first Miriam thought she had been too late, but then, in a sudden rapid movement, Gavin clutched at her arm and began to drink deeply.
The hammering on the door stopped. “Very well.” Edwin’s voice seemed a little muffled, further away. “Get the axes!”
Gavin looked about the room, everything seemed more colourful, the details of each object in the room so sharp that it almost hurt. He looked to Ruth, was about to thank her, when he saw the arrow shaft, and the blood. His feelings were a mixture of deep hunger and deep concern. He looked to Miriam “Can you heal her too?”
Miriam stood weakly up. “I am drained and you will need more strength.” Quickly, without warning, she grabbed Arabella and sank her fangs in to the woman’s neck. She drank deeply, but not enough to kill. She nodded toward Karen. “Your turn, but don’t kill her.”
Gavin felt the new formed fangs in his mouth with his tongue. He pulled Karen to him, the girl’s eyes wide in horror and disbelief, and sank his fangs in. The flood of blood into his mouth and throat was like a d**g. He felt as though his body was filling with new life, new power. The girl beneath his fangs wept, she pushed at his now marble smooth skin, but he was too strong. Perhaps Gavin would have killed her, but the axes battering into the door snapped his attention back to the room.
He looked from the door to Ruth. He slipped to the floor beside the dying older lady. He cradled her in his arms, a tear forming in his unaccustomed eye. “Forgive me.” He whispered, and pulled the arrow from her body. She screamed in pain, only stifled by the Count’s fangs sinking into the wrinkled flesh of her neck. Her blood tasted different to Karen’s, sweeter, more delicate. He near drained her body, then, as Miriam had, he opened his own vein and held it to Ruth’s mouth.
The axes pounded at the door. The oak was splintering on the inside.
Ruth’s eyes snapped open and she gasped. Gavin smiled down on her wrinkled face, then raised his eyebrows in surprise. The wrinkles and folds of skin seemed to stretch out, Ruth’s hair changed from muddy grey to deep black. Her breasts swelled in the thin fabric of the dress. She was transformed into the woman she had been in her twenties. Beautiful, wise and strong.
The door burst open, and two large, armoured guards stood, axes in hand. Edwin, behind them, smiled “Still standing!” he exclaimed, raising an eyebrow at the naked state of the people within the room.
“A little more than that.” Said Gavin, and he moved forward, so fast that he appeared to transport from one part of the room to another. He punched his hand at one of the guard’s chest, and it split through armour muscle and bone leaving the guard gurgling in his own blood.
Gavin pulled out his hand, gripping the still beating heart of the dying soldier. The other dropped his axe, dropped to one knee and sobbed “Forgive me my lord!”
Gavin smiled a wicked, white fanged smile. “You are just doing as you lord commanded you,” and he looked at Edwin, “It is my trusted advisor that should be worried.”
The chase was short, the ending bloody.
As Gavin dropped the lifeless, broken corpse of Edwin to the floor he said, “I wonder what DID happen to the Duke.”