Barbara Runs The Gauntlet Part 3
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The gauntlet (well the bra really, I guess) was thrown down as Louise whipped the flimsy item from her firm pale chest, spun it indelicately above her intoxicated head, and, laughing at the rest of us, tossed it on top of the pile in the corner. I sheepishly stared at the sight. I'd seen these breasts many times before, both in my dreams, and alone in my bed still awake, but the bouncing mounds, much whiter than the rest of her body, lightly freckled and welcoming, were decidedly better than...
Laying in bed, gently leaving the embrace of sleep, you slowly and groggily wake up. You are surrounded by the warm embrace of your covers around you, the gentle support of the pillow under your head, a soft weight bearing down on your face… what? Your barely conscious mind not quite processing what is going on, you open your eyes and are only met with with darkness. As you slowly become more aware of your surroundings you begin to notice the weight on your face is moving, slowly from chin to...
FetishYou awaken in the Heart of the Gauntlet. You stand in the middle of a massive circular room filled to the brim with doors. Each one is built in its own style; you see solid slabs of wood, hanging curtains, metal jail doors, and so on. Above each door is a label with the name of its associated trial. Directly in front of you is a massive door twice as tall as all of the others. Your purpose is obvious; enter each door in turn and complete the challenge. When all of the trials are complete, this...
FetishThe next day at work, the reason for Gary's condition was obvious. When some of the old gang teased him, he didn't respond except with a goofy grin that took no acting at all. He was not about to say anything about Kirstin until he had talked it over with her. When the teasing quickly died out, he mentally thanked Morgan for her advice. It would be inaccurate to say Gary was relaxed for the arrival of Wednesday's group, but he was at least far more functional than the first two nights. He...
"We always draw the plum assignments," Crystal chuckled as they sped down the highway. "Or the short straw," Derek replied, maneuvering the bulky SUV through a cluster of speeding cars. Their vehicle wasn't much to look at. Dented, paint faded, wheel covers missing, cracked windshield, it showed the results of years of hard use and it was clever camouflage. Under the seemingly neglected exterior was a heavily armed and armored truck that could take on a tank in a pinch. Packing a 20mm...
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Priory of Saint-Martin-des-Champs Paris, France December 29, 1386 Sir Jean de Carrouges stood inside his tent as his squires bolted his armored breastplate in place, securing it to the matching backplate. He had risen before dawn when the constables had taken Marguerite to prepare her to stand trial. He first went to the chapel to pray, then stripped and bathed ritually, purging his flesh and his soul. He first donned an undergarment of white linen; then, his squires began the...
Note : This story is completely fictional!In nineteen forty six Thelma Lou Anderson was married with three kids. Linda was the oldest. She was sixteen. Guy and George was ten and Guy seven. Thelma owned a beauty shop in Kansas City. She suspected her husband Lawerance was cheating on her again. She followed him one day when he thought she was at work and saw him go into a house. A woman opened the door and he went in. That was all the proof she needed. She went home and packed her suitcase and...
IncestMother Ethel always enjoyed the short walk to the train station. It was beautiful Autumnal morning and Mother Ethel took the opportunity to walk to the train station as she knew that she had a very busy day ahead. Those that saw Mother Ethel along the way bowed reverently,they knew that Mother Ethel was a Nun of the Monastery of Repentance and when a Nun or a Monk walked past it was polite to bow, for many knew what the Nun's and Monk's of the Monastery were capable of. As Mother Ethel strolled...
Dot, Dorothea, and Dick Chapter One Dear sister: I found this letter among some others, scrolled up and tied with purple ribbon, in a chest belonging to our great grandfather. The name Charles has belonged to several in our family line, but I believe I know the one who received and saved this letter, and kept it preserved for so many years. I believe the letter speaks for itself, so I will now offer it up to you. Dearest Charles: I hope this missive finds you in such good...
Our Last Day of School. I can’t believe it. This is my last day of school, I thought, not sure how I felt now that the long awaited day was here. Stepping out into the beautiful sunny afternoon, heading toward the group of waiting yellow school buses I breathed a sigh of relief. I was glad school was finished. Throughout High School like a ship at sea, I had plotted my course, studying hard. However, the Scholarship that many felt I had rightfully won had somehow ended up going to one of...
“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?”Anthea looked up at her mum as she sat down at the dining table. “Nothing is wrong,” Anthea responded watching as her mum hurriedly dried her hands with a tea towel.“Is the baby okay? Are you okay? Is Jack okay?” she asked as her husband came into the room and pulled up a seat at the table.“We’re all fine Mum,” she responded exasperated with her mum’s anxiety. “I have something to tell you.”“Sit down Helen,” her dad snapped. “Give the lass a chance to speak.”Anthea...
Once they had finished eating, they packed up their things, readied their nerves, and entered the shell, with Noah taking the lead and holding a torch. Because of the shell’s twist, they had to descend a spiral ramp. The walls, floor, and ceiling of the passage were perfectly smooth, without straight lines of any kind. It was like wandering through a narrow canyon carved by flash floods. Dirt and broken stone covered most of the floor, seeping in from the shell’s opening. Luckily, this meant...
La Ferté-Macé France, 1384 Fortunately for Jean and Marguerite, the weather had been good the past several days; the roads were dry, and they made decent time. The trip from their home to the castle La Ferté-Macé had only taken a few hours Marguerite had eschewed a carriage and instead road on horseback next to her husband. Jean was melancholy for most of the trip, hardly speaking to his wife. She had tried to engage him in conversation, asking him an almost never-ending litany of...
Crèvecoeur-en-Auge, France It had been a hard day of riding, but Jean de Carrouges was still far from his destination. He had hoped to reach his family estate at Campomesnil, but a late start, heavy morning rains and a brief and unexpected encounter with a pair of brigands had delayed the squire, leaving him in a foul mood. The weather this time of year was unpredictable, and he did not wish to chance the road in a storm. He was ill-disposed to stop for the night along the trails and hedges...
Near Carlisle, England August 1385 Jean de Carrouges sat at his morning campfire, sipping slowly on a flagon of watered wine, contemplating the disaster this Scottish expedition had become. When he had left France in early Spring, he had command of nine good squires, all well-trained heavy horsemen, and two score foot soldiers and archers. Six of the squires and over half the men-at-arms lay buried in English graves, along with Jean’s aspirations of wealth. “Riches!” Robert de Thibouville,...
December 29, 1386 The Duel Third pass Sir Jean de Carrouges in his bright red surcoat and Sir Jacques le Gris in white, charged across the field a third time. It seemed as if time slowed. The horses’ hooves slammed into the ground, propelling the horses forward. Each knight looked through his visors across the narrowing distance at his enemy. Each knight raised and then lowered the tip of his lance, aiming for the center of mass, intending to impale his opponent. The hooves make a...
Château de Vincennes Royal Residence Paris, France March - April, 1386 Jean and his entire household moved to Paris, seeking an audience with the King. For weeks, they waited, spending time and money, in Paris awaiting the King. Jacque le Gris and Count Pierre had also come to the capital to deal with the matter. At some point, the King would hear Jean’s petition and decide whether or not to retry the case. Marguerite was clearly pregnant, having a substantial bump appearing in her...
Northumberland, England August 20, 1385 On the third day after rapidly breaking camp, the English Army under the command of Henry Percy, Earl of Northumberland and King of Mann, fell upon the fleeing French army. The bulk of the army escaped, but the English managed to capture the French Wagon train, denying them of their loot and supplies. The French only had the things they wore or carried with them. Just before dawn the next morning, Sir Luc de Vienne summoned his commanders. “We...
“Did you know,” Jacques began, whispering softly to Marguerite as they danced, speaking each time she drew close enough to hear him, “this dance tells a story?” Marguerite grinned as she looked up into the tall man’s eyes, “Oh, does it? What kind of story?” Jacques leaned in closely, “It is a story of seduction,” As they drew together, he raised her hand, “The would-be lover pursues the lady, obsessed with her beauty and charm.” Marguerite turned and took two steps away. “The lady is...
Priory of Saint-Martin-des-Champs Paris, France December 29, 1386 The glove flew through the air in an arch, and before it landed in the sand, the two knights gave spur to their warhorses. The enormous beasts snorted and lunged forward, into full gallop within three strides. Sir Jacques le Gris was the first to lower the tip of his steel-shod war lance, aiming for his opponent’s heart. A second later, Sir Jean de Carrouges gained control of his lance and brought it down, its sharp point...
The five potato shaped space ships immediately attacked. Their weapons were consistent with Y’All technology and so were their shields. Stahl looked over the scanner results and was convinced it was exactly the same as 1500 years ago. The Chief Science officer confirmed it.”Sir, these are defiantly Y’All ships. Even the power output and everything is exactly the same as it was 1500 years ago. It looks like they made no improvement at all.” If this was the case, the Admiral thought, then this...
Campomesnil, France August 20, 1385 Marguerite, accompanied by her maidservant Penny, entered the ramshackle hut on the edge of the town that served as the workshop of the village seamstress. Marguerite had asked the seamstress to make three dresses for her, in hopes that her husband would be home soon to see her wear them. Today was the final fitting and to make any necessary adjustments. “Lady Marguerite,” Penny spoke softly. “How many times do you have to be fitted by this woman, just...
Château de Campomesnils, France January 5, 1386 “Don’t you have enough new dresses?” Lady Nicole asked Marguerite as she stared at her son’s wife in disbelief. “Must you go to the seamstress again for a fitting?” Marguerite dismissed the older woman with a wave of her hand, “I have to look perfect when my Jean comes home.” “If he comes home,” Lady Nicole said bitterly, “He has been gone for almost a year. Many men returned months ago. You know as well as I do that he is likely dead. We...
At the Duel Jacques Le Gris leaned into the saddle as his horse charged across the field, bearing down on Jean de Carrouges, who had yet to sit back upright. Jean could hear the sound of the horse running toward him. He grabbed onto the saddle horn and hauled himself up. His horse was well trained to combat and immediately ran to meet the challenge, without having to be told. Jean struggled to focus, staring through the narrow gap in his visor, his own heavy breathing sounding louder inside...
River Tweed, Northumberland, England Near the Scottish Frontier August 21, 1385 The English Army had advanced to the mouth of the valley, careful to remain outside of bow range. The first few who had ventured too far learned the accuracy of the French archers quickly. A stalemate ensued, with neither side wishing to budge. Finally, the front lines of the English parted, and a single rider emerged. He appeared to be a knight of some renown, wearing a bright yellow surcoat with blue trim...
Word spread quickly that Jean de Carrouges had returned. Jean left Campomesnils after only one day, taking his squire Robert with him. They two men made good time on the road and arrived at Argentan, unannounced, but unexpected. He presented himself to the Count, making it clear to everyone that he was now a knight and was to be addressed as Sir. There was much satisfaction, for Jean to hear both the Count and his former rival, Jacque le Gris call him Sir Jean. Over dinner, Jacques asked how...
“He is fucking her now,” came the voice of Jean’s tormentor. “He is plowing the fields you have sown. He will take her and leave nothing for you.” “No, she’s not a whore like you!” Jean fought back. “She will not betray me!” “You have already lost her! Wait until he puts a son in her womb, too!” “No! She is mine! Leave me, you foul demon! Go back to Hell, where I sent you!” The voice came again, sounding farther away and very faint, “Will you kill her too, Jean?” “Jean?” the voice came...
Paris, France December 28, 1386 The Night Before the Duel De Carrouges Chambers Jean was preparing to go to the chapel for a final mass and to pray for victory on the morrow. His wife, Lady Marguerite, was fretting at needlepoint, trying to take her mind off things and failing. The order from Parlement had come the day before. She had been charged with perjury, her judgment to be determined by the outcome of the judicial duel between her husband and Jacques le Gris. If her husband lost,...
No one knew why Jean’s heart had turned against his former friend and the godfather of his son. He had trusted the man and considered him a brother. What brother would seduce his brother’s wife under his brother’s own roof? It wasn’t a petty rivalry that drove Jean to hate Jacques le Gris. It was not the favoritism shown to him by the Count, nor was it his growing power and wealth that aroused the Lord of Carrouges to despise him so. It was that Jacques le Gris had seduced and bedded Jeanne,...
Court of Count Pierre Argentan, France “This is an outrage!” Jacque le Gris shouted, having just heard Lady Marguerite recite her story. “I have never been to Campomesnils! I have never laid with this woman! I was here, at Argentan for the entire month of January!” “Silence!” Count Pierre demanded. “You will have your chance to address the charges! One more outburst and I will have you taken to the dungeon in chains! Is that clear?” Jacques le Gris’ face was red with fury, but he held his...
The trip to Paris took much longer than Jean had anticipated. He had hoped to be there for two days and return immediately, but the King refused to see him, making him wait day upon day. Days turned into weeks and still no meeting with the King. Finally, after a month, the King’s uncle summoned Jean for an audience. The boy-king was so impressed by Jean’s exploits that he rewarded him with a small treasury as compensation for his losses. He also paid Jean a year’s past wages, at the pay rate...
“You enjoy playing with fire, too much,” Adam Louvel told his master as he sipped his warm wine. “One day, a jealous husband is going to be the fire that burns you.” “If it hasn’t happened by now, my friend, I don’t believe it will. Most men know their wives are unfaithful, but they turn a blind eye to the truth. They don’t want to know that their wives find better pleasure from me than from them. In fact, they should thank me. After their wives have been in my bed, they return home with a...
Court of Count Pierre d’Alencon Argentan, France March 1385 Jean de Carrouges knelt in front of the dais within the formal hall at the court of Argentan. His liege Pierre, the Count of both Perche and Argentan, looked him over disapprovingly. To his right sat Jacques le Gris. “So, you wish to be released from your oath to me so that you can go on this fool’s quest to Scotland seeking riches at the bequest of my cousin, the King?’ “Yes, that is correct, my Lord Count. I cannot join them...
The next day, Jean was seated at the table in the great hall. He managed to eat a small amount of roast chicken, with some watered wine, but nothing more. “I must go to Paris immediately,” he explained. “I have to see the King.” “But you just got home!” Marguerite protested. “You don’t understand, Marguerite!” He told her harshly. “I lost everything! Of the nine men squires, only your brother survived the expedition. I lost everything, the horses, armor, weapons, supplies, and the gold we...
Marguerite’s Story That morning I was ill. I could not hold down any food. I suspect I was with child from our lovemaking the night before your departure for Paris. When Lady Nicole made ready to leave, I had to bed of her to let me remain behind. She was reluctant but could see by how sick I was that I could not make a long trip. She agreed that I could remain at home, but she insisted that Penny stays by my side to care for me in my illness. Shortly after Lady Nicole left, Penny left to...
Château de Carrouges February 1386 “Jean, I beg you,” Marguerie pleaded with her husband. “do not take this to the Count. Nothing good will come from pursuing vengeance. Le Gris is the Count’s man.” Jean stared at his wife, with his rage barely under control. “How can you ask me to not seek vengeance? He raped you, and he will pay. I swear to God, I shall have justice!” “There will be no justice for us in Argentan!” Marguerite argued. “If you go there and accuse Le Gris, they will destroy...
Jean de Carrouges was in a darkened stone chamber that smelled of mold and dead things. The damp walls and floor amplified the cold in the room, which chilled Jean’s naked body to its core. He tried to move, but heavy chains secured him to large iron rings in the wall at each ankle and wrist. He attempted to cry out, but his throat was dry, his lips parched. He could hear laughter in the distance, echoing off the stone walls of his prison. “You are a fool, Jean de Carrouges,” came the...
Back in the De Carrouges chambers the night before the duel. “You have done nothing, my child, save try to live in this crazy world of ours,” he said as he stroked her hair, holding her for comfort. “Jean has chosen this course of action, not you. He has forced you to be here now. But, all is not yet lost.” He stood and kissed her forehead. “I will be back in just a few moments.” “Please, father,” she cried, “Don’t leave me! I’m terrified! I don’t want to die!” “I will be right back,” he...
Marguerite was surprised by Jacques’ answer. It left her relieved, yet also disappointed. She was happy to hear that he was not going to attempt to seduce her, but she wanted to know why. A part of her felt insulted. Wasn’t she attractive enough for him to want to bed? “Why not? Am I not beautiful enough for you?” “You mistake me, Marguerite. You are, without a doubt, the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. But, I will not attempt to seduce you; I will seduce you. As surely as I must...
Château de Carrouges, France March 1385 “But, Jean, surely there must be some other way Scotland is so far away. You will be gone for months! I can’t stand to be away from you that long!” Marguerite pleaded with her husband after hearing of his plans to join the expedition to Scotland. “Nonsense,” Jean replied. “Sir Luc de Vienne is the greatest commander in the King’s Army. I’ve served with him before. He is a military genius. We will be there and back, with chests filled with treasure,...
River Tweed, Northumberland, England Near the Scottish Frontier August 21, 1385 Jean sat on his warhorse’s back. His armor was severely damaged and dented. He had lost his helmet during a skirmish in the middle of the night. Next to him sat, Robert, his wife’s brother, and Henry de Ferrieres, all that remained of the knights and squires that had stayed behind. For two full days and part of a third, they had harassed and delayed the English from entering the valley. “We still have twelve...
“I’m sorry, Jean, but it doesn’t seem to be working,” Marguerite said as she let his limp cock slip from her lips. “My jaw is tired, may I rest a bit?” “What?” Jean asked, sounding confused. His mind was adrift in another time. “It isn’t getting hard, my love, your cock,” Marguerite said, quickly pumping her hand on the flaccid flesh. Jean suddenly realized that his wife had been using her mouth to attempt to arouse him. Jean was in no mood for it and pushed her away. “If you were better...
Château de Compomesnils, France August 21, 1385 “You are in a splendid mood today,” Lady Nicole de Carrouges said to Marguerite. “What has you in such high spirits?” “I am excited to have three new dresses to show my darling Jean when he returns,” Marguerite said as she nibbled at the raspberry tart. “You have not eaten your tart, Lady Nicole. They are delicious.” “I’m glad you can enjoy such foolishness and frivolity while your husband is away at war,” Lady Nicole scolded Marguerite....
My Golden Summer with Blythe – Part 2 Josh’s childhood dream girl visits him in San Francisco. The Return of Blythe Coming from a small farming community, San Francisco proved to be everything Josh had ever imagined – and then some. He loved the freewheeling atmosphere – the friendliness – in short, he fell in love with the city by the Bay. Because of early retirements, and dedication to his work, he had advanced much quicker than he had ever expected. Arriving at his chic little Apartment...
With persuasive words she led him astray; she seduced him with her smooth talk... and all at once, he followed her. -Proverbs 8: 7,21A man sat in a car on the street, watching a woman as she went about her chores, spying on her through the gaps in the blinds that covered her windows. He held up a newspaper, pretending to read it, but he was really watching her with growing interest, trying to determine if she was alone or not. The man passed an hour doing that, sitting in his car and watching....
I glanced at the commander when she peeked in the doorway to my office. I had removed the door the third time it malfunctioned and locked me in the office. She grinned, “Safe to come in?” I sat back and returned her smile, “Unless you are bringing me more paperwork.” She laughed as she walked in and sat in one of the two chairs in front of the desk, “Amanda is still out bringing those escaped prisoners in and everyone else is on assignment.” I nodded and she glanced at Dragon sleeping on...
Gary was still grumpy. He couldn't figure out why Karina had insisted on waking him up so early. They both had the day off from work, and he sure could have used the sleep. Another shower and shave improved his appearance and his fragrance, but not his mood. Then, when he started to pull on his underwear, she told him it was Kirstin's order for him to stay naked for a while longer. He sat quietly on the edge of the bed and watched her dress, remembering the sensations and the emotions they...
Uther By Ellie Dauber (c) 2006 Introduction According to the legends of King Arthur, Merlin changed Uther Pendragon into a double for Duke Gorlois, so he could spend the night with Ygraine, the Duke's wife. Ygraine and Gorlois had three daughters: Elaine, Morgause, and Morgan le Faye. During their time together, Ygraine became pregnant with the child who was to become King Arthur. Uther's men killed Gorlois that same night. This is my TG (of course) version of what...
Chapter 11: Althea, the School Girl The infernal screeching of the alarm clock awoke Cal from his reverie. He had been up for about a half-hour, but he had only been lying in bed next to the love of his life. Althea's arms were still clutched about him as he stealthily clicked the snooze button, assuming that it was six o' five in the morning, his usual waking time during the school week. He had been thinking long and hard about the previous two nights. Evan... what have you become? He...
edited by Master Ken Wednesday, September 4th, 2013 "Hi, I am Miss Blythe," I said to my class, writing my name on the whiteboard with a red dry-erase marker. "I will be your World History teacher." It was the first day of the new school year and, as I launched into the course syllabus, my thoughts kept drifting to that day in June at the end of the last term, when my Living God, the Holy Mark Glassner, walked into this very classroom and changed my very outlook on life. I didn't know...
The the wind howled around the quayside as I stepped onto terra firma for the first time in weeks, the wind threw sharp shards of ice to sting our faces as we looked up at the sails as they were finally furled and stowed as our captain grinned at our discomfiture, "Au revoir!" he joked as if he knew we should soon be recalled. Those such as were left, and we were few enough, I shuddered. My best uniform packed securely in my Valise, awaited me, and just a few more duties before I...
As he approached one of the hall's long mirrors he stopped to inspect himself. It was a familiar sight, the flowing, billowy French maid outfit surrounding his body. His arms and legs were outlined in silky, white stockings and arm-gloves. He wore pearl earrings and the lacy white collar around his neck was adorned with a beautiful pendant. It was a gift from mother that he wore every day, without fail. Jon's painted red lips and neatly applied eyeliner and blush were evidence that he was...
PREFACE:There are no sex acts in the story but the patient does have an orgasm as a result of the Ther****t’s physical examination. Part 1 is the Sex Therapy appointment from the patient’s point of view and part 2 is the same examination seen through the eyes of the Ther****t. I don’t think it matters which one you read first.I hope you enjoy it and will let me know what you think in any...
Katherine stepped into her elegant living room and took a book from the shelf. She sat in a plush lounge chair, specifically selecting a chair in the back corner of the room next to an old dumbwaiter that was once used to ferry delicious meals from the downstairs kitchen to the dining room table. She planned to read the book for a short while, but she already knew her attention would soon be diverted. Tonight the dumbwaiter would once again be placed into service, except this time it would be...
Do you know of the porn site Motherless.com? You should. I’ve reviewed it a few times on my site, The Porn Dude, although it was for different genres every time. This time around, I’m going back to this place and looking at a specific and niche little category many of you are just begging me to cover. We’re looking at vintage porn today. While it doesn’t have the same resolution and quality as the porn you can find today, it’s definitely a genre of porn that has a lot of personality to it and...
Vintage Porn SitesI should have known better. I should have remembered that old saying, "If it looks too good to be true, it is." I was in love. She was damned near all I thought about with the exception of my studies and it didn't make sense to me. I prided myself on my intellect and my ability to think logically, but there wasn't anything logical about the way I felt about Althea. She was beautiful, smart and very popular and I was not. I wasn't a bed looking guy, but I was nothing exceptional. I was...
Motherless. A one-word website title that says everything it needs to say. This is a site where the rules are, more or less, completely thrown out the window, morality means absolutely nothing, and there is nobody to save you from it. Hedonism is God here.The site likely is also called this due to the fact that the girls who end up on motherless.com likely have no positive female influence in their lives to keep them from it. Motherless is the place parents spend their whole lives fearing that...
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