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MEDIEVAL MARRIAGE
Slowly, she crept through the crooked doorway and became chilled from thehard cobble stone floor, against her bare feet. Looking around at her new homebrought her such despair and hopelessness... From now on, her days would beas dark and cold and empty, as the cottage itself, where she now stood. Onlya tiny bit of sunlight shone in through a crack in the wooden shutters. Shethought perhaps that she might be able to open the wood covering and allowlight and warmth into the dank, dirty house. She stopped herself as she reachedto pull apart the heavy pieces of oak. She was owned now... married, boughtand paid for, and totally at the mercy of her new husband. He paid her fatherlittle for her hand, but the family was poor, near starving, and so they hadno choice but to accept. She had no suitors and certainly, none that couldpay for her love. This man had no interest in her love... he only had use forher services. Though she was old to be unmarried, she was still young enoughto make use of herself. Her husband was older than she, by at least ten years.Winter was again approaching, and he did not want to spend another one alone.Taking care of household chores and himself and the hunting was beginning totake its toll for him and so he decided he needed a wife. He was tall withdark hair and cutting eyes... he had no time for sentiment or emotion. He hadother needs, and she was there, to meet them.
He circled around heras she stood staring down at the dirt covered stones beneath her feet. He latchedthe door and all light vanished. She began to tremble with cold and fear ashe removed her shawl, exposing her bare shoulders. His filthy fingers ran upand down her young, supple flesh, gliding down to her shaking elbows. She hadearlier that day, before the ceremony, laced her bodice tightly, in effortto keep herself from him somehow. To shut him out from her body and to protecther delicate, virginal skin from the thick calloused fingers that she knewwould want to touch her. Placing both hands on her shoulders, he began unlacingthe thick wall of material that was her only protection. Panted labored breathsescaped her, as she grew more terrified by the moment. She wanted more thananything, to throw up her arms and push him away and run through the woods,back into the arms of her family. Just as these thoughts were playing out inher mind, he was telling her that she was his wife and his property, to dowith what he pleased, and that she must obey him at all times. Once she wascompletely unlaced and had only a thin white undershirt to shield her, he tossedher bodice onto the bed and pulled a broom around so that it was directly underher nose. Immediately, she gripped it with both hands and was thankful foronce again, having some sort of barrier between him and her.
He said he was to huntnow and that she would earn her keep and clean his cottage while he was gone.He told her that he expected food waiting upon his return. Tears welled inher eyes after he was gone, knowing truly, that every day of her life hereafterwas to be just the same as this. She began sweeping and thinking a millionthoughts. Thoughts of a Prince coming to rescue her, thoughts of cruelty, thoughtsof escaping in the night... but still, she knew this was her reality and soshe continued on with her chores. A few rabbits hung outside from a tree andthere was a bucket full of vegetables along with a few potatoes, sitting nextto the fire pit. She cleaned a rabbit the way she had been taught longago, sliced the carrots and shredded the carcass meat. She had started a fireearlier and now it was hot enough to cook upon. She walked to the well andfilled a large heavy bucket full of water... enough for the two of them toeat two days worth of rabbit stew. Dumping the water into the large black potover the fire, her thoughts immediately raced home... there, her family wasprobably preparing their meal as well...everyone was just about to sit downand together, sharing in the day's events. The cheerful glowing of the firelightnearly brought tears to her eyes once again. A few hours passed and she leftthe stew simmering, until she heard him approach, crackling branches and leavesunder his heavy leather boots. She rushed to her feet and filled two largebowls with the stew and set them each on the small rickety table. She stoodbehind her chair as he walked in, smiling sinisterly, at the new sights andsmells, from her being there. As he looked down at the table, suddenly, hissmile vanished. He eyed her bowl and asked her what that was... she stammeredout that it was stew and she began rambling frantically about how she had madeit with his rabbits and his vegetables and potatoes. He snapped his arm backand slapped her to the floor, shouting that he knew what it was... her facethrobbed where he struck her and her tale bone smarted from landing so harshlyon the stone floor. Silently, the tears streaked down her cheeks. He told herit was presumptuous of her to have made a bowl for herself... that his needscome before hers and that she should have waited for his permission beforefixing herself supper. He told her that she had not yet earned her keep, thereforehad not yet earned the right to be fed. She sat silently on the ground, weepingfor herself. He had not told her to be silent, only reached back from his chairand struck her quivering mouth. He said he would not be bothered by her, whilehe ate. She was hungry and had a very trying day... looking at her stew upon the table, that she prepared, growing cold, made her angry and miserable...much more so than before. This man was cruel, pure and simple, he had not agood bone in his body, she was convinced. She sat in silence, plotting hisdemise.
He ate noisily, evendemanded more. It burned her to the core of her being that he could be so crudeand thoughtless. When he finished, he pushed himself away from the table andleaned back in his chair. He ordered her to clean up after him and to throwher stew back in the pot. She was told that she would not be allowed to eattonight. She could feel his dark eyes watching her as she cleaned. She feltthat he could see through her thin top. Her skirt still hung long and fulland when she moved close to him, he lifted it slightly with his foot. Sheturned and bent to scrape her uneaten bowl back into the pot and when she did,she could feel the heat from his body directly behind her. Quickly, she turnedand her face landed in his chest. He stroked the back of hair while he massagedher shoulders with his free hand. He pulled her to him and she whimpered andresisted. He chuckled and told her it was futile to push him away... that shewas his property and she would perform anything he wanted for the sake of hispleasure. "No", she half cried, half begged. Suddenly, the strokingon the back of her hair stopped and a handful of it was grabbed as she waspulled toward the bed. He pushed her onto the mattress face down, so that shecould feel straw sticking through the cloth, scratching her delicate face.He rolled her onto her back, raising her skirts, so that they bunched up aroundher waist. Her arms developed minds of their own and began flailing at hisadvancements. He yanked the thin material that covered her breasts as he gatheredher wrists and held them down firmly on the bed. Once her garment was rippedand her plump breasts were exposed, he reached between her legs and strokedher bare sex, roughly and painfully. She was a peasant girl and had no undergarmentsto shield her modesty. She cried loudly as her new lord and master became dangerouslyexcited. The fire in his eyes glowed with evil deviant thoughts. His sex ragedinside his pants. He released it and plunged into her. She begged softly forhim not to hurt her but he paid no attention. He entered her tiny hole andblood flowed everywhere. He used her like a beast, grunting and thrusting intoher fragile body. Again, she attempted to throw him off. This time, he wasso involved with his pleasure, that he made a fist and began blindly strikingout, wherever his punches landed. A few crunched into her ribs, a few bruisedher face, more caught her arms and legs and even a few managed to land on herbreasts. She was completely docile and paralyzed with fear. She simply laystill and submissive, as he continued. Beating her had aroused him even more,so it took only moments for him to finish. She felt his seed explode insideof her, feeling it's terrible heat and power. Just barely finished, he pulledout of her, the end of his cock dripping with cum, the same liquid expellingfrom her hole. She curled herself into a ball and rolled over on her side.She wept hysterically and uncontrollably. Rather than offer any support, oreven another beating, he simply pushed her off the edge of the bed where shelanded on the cold, gray floor. He told her that she would sleep there, untilshe earned otherwise. The candles were blown out and the cottage was pitchblack. Lying there on the cold floor, was then that she realized his indifferencewas worse than anything. Even though he had beaten and raped her and made hergo hungry, she would rather have slept with him, instead of be ignored andforgotten, on the hard ground, where she was out of sight... and undoubtedly,out of mind. She was determined to behave better tomorrow, to earn the rightto sleep in bed with this terrible cruel man... She knew that being beatenwas better than being neglected.
Early the following morning, she woke at dawn, before the sun had even risen.She tiptoed around the cottage, being extra careful not to wake him. Scurryingaround, bare foot and sore, she managed to find some already made bread andever so softly, started another fire. Knowing the bread would not be enough,she searched frantically for something more. There were not oats, no grains,only the leftover rabbit stew that she had prepared the night before. So, shelet it simmer and warm a top the small fire, heating it thoroughly enough toohopefully satisfy him.
Every muscle and jointin her body ached. Certain spots, where his fists had landed, even burned.Her hips felt worn to the bone, from lying on the cold, miserable floor. Shelabored trying to breathe from the beating she took on her ribs. Her back wasstiff and the tender muscles between her thighs felt torturously stretched.She had never opened her legs in that manner before and those muscles had neverreally been used. Her white under garment was stained a deep brown from thenow dried blood of her virginity. She felt filthy and her crotch was cakedwith his soil. She wanted desperately to go outdoors and clean herself,but she knew that opening the door would surely wake him.
The stew was again warmedand she began setting a place for him. Suddenly, he stirred in his bed andgroaned. The cottage had been so deathly silent that his movements caused herto jump, dropping the bowl to the floor. She could only look down at it andweep at the terrible noise it had made. Suddenly, mortified, she looked up...the beast had risen. He threw the covers off of his body and swung his feetonto the floor. He sat on the bed for only a split second, before, jumpingto his feet and lunging at her. He said nothing as she crouched down to pickup her careless mistake. Her hands shook violently, as did her entire bodyas he approached. She wanted to tell him how sorry and careless she was, butshe could not make the words come out. She was grabbed around the throat andthrown back nearly landing in the fire. She cowered in the corner against thewarm stones of the hearth, as he pointed to the bowl and growled for her topick it up. Slowly and cautiously, she crawled for the bowl and kept her distancefrom him as much as she was able. Her arm extended far to reach it and remainout of his way. Without warning, his foot landed squarely on her outstretchedwrist, crushing it and pushing it to the floor. The girl gasped loudly fromthe surprise and pain. She stared up at him, almost silently pleading for mercy.He had just now realized, for the first time this morning, that he did in facthave a wife... that she was there to do his bidding. He chuckled at the thought,and at himself, for forgetting. Quickly, his expression turned angered andagain, she tried to shrink back. But his foot was planted too firmly on herarm and she had no escape. As she pulled her head and body back, the back ofher hair was grabbed and pulled towards him, as he had other ideas in mind.He did not yet release her hand, but continued to pull her closer to him, intensifyingthe terrible suffocation of her fragile wrist bone. She did not want to resist,but could not help herself because of the agonizing tension on her hand. Still,he pulled her stronger than she could hold back, and soon, her face was a merefinger tips length away from his swelling sex. It grew harder and angrier,the closer she got to it. Finally, it was at full force, thick, veiny and wantingto hurt her. She was told to open her mouth and she now understood what wasexpected. She heard some of the village girls speak of doing things like this,but she never thought anyone ever really did. Now, she was about to. She lungedforth, trying to ignore the pain shooting up her arm... her wrist and fingershad gone numb now and only the slight movement of his foot reminded her thatshe was firmly secured to the floor. Licking her lips, and swallowing hard,she wrapped them gently around the head of his penis, not really knowing whatelse to do. The back of her head was smacked, and she began sucking. At first,she suckled on only the tip of his cock and the moment his legs started toquiver, her face was shoved cruelly up the length of him. It plunged into herthroat, catching her off guard. She gagged and choked violently, but he wouldnot relent. She tried to remain quiet and stifle her chokes... she wanted desperatelyto please him. Her soft supple lips were getting raw at the mercy of his thrustings.Saliva dribbled uncontrollably down her chin. He forced her face onto him onelast time, even deeper than before. A gush of thick, creamy liquid overflowedinto her mouth. Her reflexes sent it spilling down her face and creating asmall puddle of it on the floor. Before she had a chance to swallow any ofthe juices that were filling her orifice, the foot that crushed her hand, swiftlymoved to the back of her neck. Her face was shoved into the floor and she knewto do nothing else but lick up what she had spilled. She heard him laugh quietlyand smugly and suddenly, a warm glow came over her. Something in her body stirredand she felt her own nipples stiffen. Her tongue moved gracefully and proudly,at the thought that he was pleased. The creamy white liquid coated her scratchy,tender throat, bringing it warm relief as it slid down to her belly. Her emptystomach savored the tiny amount of substance that was now in it.
The foot was removedand she was ordered to get up and serve him his breakfast. She did so, withoutpreparing a bowl for herself. She stood behind his chair as he ate, keepingher humbled eyes down to the floor. He did not finish his stew, but stood upand started dressing for the days hunt and chores. He was just fastening hisover coat, when she lifted the bowl, in order to empty the leftovers back intothe pot. She stopped in her tracks, as the heavy pounding of his boots startedtowards her. Again, she began to shake as he drew nearer. He took the bowlfrom her hands and set it back on the table. She was told that after he left,she may clean the bowl with her tongue, just as she had done with his cum,only moments before. Her eyes widened with excitement as he spoke almost kindlyto her. She was so grateful for his generous offering of his leftovers, thatshe bowed before him and kissed his hand, thanking him profusely. He permittedher showing of gratitude for a few seconds, delighting in her new complianceand affection, then withdrew his hand and headed for the door. She was nearlygiddy and overcome with joy from his approval. She would not have allowed herover run joyous emotion to cause her to forget her place, but to instill thatfact, just before exiting the dark little cottage, he told her that no otherfood may be missing upon his return. Quickly, she shook her head and cast hereyes to the floor. With that, he was gone, and she was left alone with herchores and duties and finally able to clean herself.... But not before shegobbled down every last morsel of food that was so considerately left in hisbowl for her!
TheEnd.
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