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Seeing Dorothy and Melissa laughing and joking with my wives when they entered the dining room for breakfast definitely caught the attention of the other new slaves. Seeing both of them turn giddily to me for a quick kiss as I held their chairs for them to be seated dropped no small number of jaws, jaws that began whispering almost as soon as everyone was seated. I’m certain that every woman at the table had at least a general idea of what had happened the previous night even before breakfast was finished.

As promised, I announced during Sunday services that our Bishop would be the new Archbishop of York and Lancaster effective immediately. Once I sat down, he introduced his replacement, and then stunned everyone with his next pronouncement.

“With so many new widows having no prospect of remarrying anytime soon, I feel that it is the Church’s obligation to see to their welfare in every way possible, including allowing them to become second wives to men of good moral character, provided that the first wife, the Bishop, and the Duke agree. The church allows nobles to have more than one wife, so it isn’t actually against our religion; it’s more a matter of maintaining stability in the home and the difficulty of balancing the needs of two wives.”

“In addition, clergy will be encouraged to take a spouse. The bible doesn’t exclude clergy when it says, ‘Be fruitful, and multiply.’” Then, he explained my offer to allow the personal slaves to marry but reminded everyone they would still be required to fulfill their obligation to me. Fortunately, everyone knew what obligation he meant so he didn’t have to elaborate. My public praise for his concern about his parishioners and his bold new stance was immediate and pronounced. He actually blushed. I wondered privately if he’d actually decided it was a good idea or had just put together something that sounded like a good argument. After church, he confided privately that, while trying to justify the new policy, he actually decided it was a good one and now supported it wholeheartedly.

Who’d’ve thunk?

Right after church Kent came over to me, obviously nervous about something. “I’m glad I didn’t tease you when you asked to court Margaret since the shoe seems to be on the other foot now. I’d like to ask your permission to take your mother as a second wife,” he said solemnly. His wife was by his side, beaming and blushing at the same time.

“I think it’s an excellent choice for everyone,” I answered as I shook his hand. I was surprised later to learn the new Bishop had suggested having their ceremony that evening so we were right back in church after dinner while Kent and my mother were married. The ceremony was surprisingly short, barely long enough to perform the marriage and to include the multitude of obligatory prayers; it set the precedent for all future second marriages.

I was surprised even more tonight than last night when I found senior Baroness Grace Neale, and junior Baroness Henna Neale, in my bed, especially since Grace had originally chosen execution. She explained how wonderful both Melissa and Dorothy said last night was and chuckled, telling me I may find Dorothy in my bed a lot more often than once a month. Worrying about what would eventually happen left Grace nearly unable to sleep last night and she decided she might as well find out now and hope it was nearly as good as Dorothy and Melissa said.

I spent lots of time making sure Grace was ready, kissing nearly every square inch of her body, and eating her to two climaxes. Only then did I roll on my back with her on top of me. She was stunned that I would let her control the sex but eventually steeled herself, and slowly lowered herself onto me.

“Oh, my,” she gasped once I was fully sheathed inside her. The confusion on her face let me know she had no idea what to do at this point so I began gently thrusting up unto her, holding her hips and guiding her back and forth the way my wives did in this position.

Gemma saw what was happening and quickly got behind Grace, taking over guiding her movements. Grace’s eyes bugged out and she gasped in surprise when Gemma started her hips doing a figure eight. At that point, Gemma let her hands drift up to Grace’s breasts and softly began to caress them; Grace came several moments later. The look of surprise on her face would have started me laughing under different circumstances. I wished her husband had survived his capture so I could make him suffer for the way his wives had been treated. She was surprised when I didn’t continue and cum inside her. “I think you did exceptionally well tonight and I’d rather let you remember this fondly and look forward even more to our next time together. Besides, there are a few other women waiting for me,” I explained.

I noticed that she paired up with Gemma for more action while I attended Henna. Having intently watched Grace and me she understood what to expect and became an eager participant, not letting me stop before I filled her with cum. She held me on top of her sighing contentedly until I finally slipped out of her. She and Abby held a whispered conversation before Abby went down on her. Margaret guided me to Gemma who was above Grace in a “69.” I got the feeling they wanted to let Grace watch while Gemma and I coupled. I was concerned when Gemma kept encouraging me to go harder but I complied. They told me later they wanted Grace to see that I had to be encouraged to fuck them so hard. Feeling Grace’s tongue hesitantly tickling my balls and the underside of my cock while I fucked Gemma stunned me, but not nearly as much as it excited me, and I came deep inside Gemma.

While Grace’s tongue delved deep inside Gemma to find the cum I had just spewed there, Margaret cleaned me with her mouth, coaxed me back to life, and directed me to Abby. After Abby, I again fell asleep to the whispers, quiet giggles, and occasional gasps of passion from the women around me.

Seeing both Grace and Henna with me and happy in the morning left the rest of the women even more stunned today than they had been yesterday, especially the way Grace was hanging on me. Dorothy and Melissa also came to me for a kiss.

When I told the women at breakfast that I would let them have some fun with Amanda Rolt today there were five who wanted to help. I was surprised that Dorothy wanted to help. Later, I had Amanda restrained in my study. Surprisingly she meekly allowed it. Only when she saw both Baronesses Fineman and both Baronesses Markham arrive did she panic. Seeing Dorothy there stunned her the most.

I stayed and watched as the women tortured her singly and as a group. They started with crops, floggers, and canes. I warned them that I didn’t want her scarred or injured. She was exceedingly beautiful, and I planned to enjoy her body, as well as letting my men enjoy it. Watching them whip, pinch, and torture her breasts gave me a hard-on. When I asked to borrow her for a short time, Dorothy seductively offered herself, instead. She insisted on me fucking her where her mother could watch while the other four women continued torturing her. After we came together, Dorothy didn’t bother getting dressed again and had me leave my pants off, too.

The women asked me to reposition the chains holding Amanda so I did. She ended up face up, with her torso nearly horizontal, head slightly lower than her butt, and with her legs spread wide and raised. I was surprised when they started whipping her pussy. One of them got out two dried twigs the thickness of my finger that had been split lengthwise. One end of each had been wrapped back together tightly with heavy thread. They women opened on the other end and clamped it around one of Amanda’s nipples. She screamed when they pinched the opened end shut and tied it tightly closed.

It hadn’t been long since I had come in Dorothy and I was getting hard again. Seeing my obvious excitement, the senior Baroness Fineman suggested that I use Amanda this time. They spent a little while getting her ready for me, which consisted of tenderizing her outer and inner labia, as well as her clit, until they were bruised purple. She howled in pain with every thrust I made and even more when I massaged her clit. All five women looked very satisfied when I came inside her. The senior Baroness Fineman even knelt and sucked me clean afterwards.

“We have all heard how you have treated the women so far and most of us are even looking forward to our turn, especially the younger girls who are still virgins,” she cooed in my ear when she finished sucking me clean.

“You don’t have to wait, just find me during the day,” I whispered back suggestively.

I watched as they used sticks the thickness of my arm on Amanda. Rather than hit her with them, they held both ends and used their own weight to press the sticks into the muscles of her back, and the front and back of her arms and legs, causing deep bruising. Then they did the same to the inside and outside of her legs. Using a thin rope, they made a tight noose close to her body around each breast. Not long after, the breasts were turning purple.

I wasn’t sure at first what was happening when the junior Baroness Fineman knelt between Amanda’s legs. She licked and finger-fucked Amanda, first with one and then with two fingers--something I’d watched the women do to each other before. Then she added a third finger, and finally a fourth. After greasing her hand and wrist with lard, she started again, finally hiding her thumb inside the cone formed by her fingers and pressing harder as she fucked her hand into Amanda’s stretched cunt. I gasped when her entire hand finally slipped inside and Amanda shrieked.

Watching them brutalize Amanda made me hard yet again. The senior Baroness Fineman offered herself to me and I accepted. Unlike the brutality of what was being done to Amanda, our sex was gentle. The fist and arm of junior Baroness Fineman were fucked as deeply as possible in and out of Amanda while we coupled. Amanda groaned and moved slightly, but that was all she was able to do, even though she was no longer tightly restrained. When I started thrusting harder just before coming, Amanda was given several final vicious thrusts, and the hand was pulled free as I came, pumping my cum into senior Baroness Fineman.

While we lay together and watched, the women continued whipping and bruising Amanda. They hadn’t shed even one drop of blood but I wondered if Amanda would ever be the same. Finally, Dorothy came over and lay on the other side of me and asked, blushing hard, if I would allow them to do what I’d threatened earlier and bring one of the dogs in.

I had one of the guards outside the door bring the biggest male dog in our kennels. He grinned, obviously knowing what we were going to do. When he returned he gave me the leash and I led the dog in. Amanda just whimpered, “No, please not that.” She didn’t even have the strength to put up any resistance as the women positioned her. Again, the senior Baroness Fineman took charge, stroking the dog’s cock until it came out of the sheath. She pulled him onto Amanda and guided his cock into her. I hate to admit it, but the sight made me hard again.

This time the senior Baroness Markham offered herself and I accepted. Watching the dog fuck Amanda excited me enough that I came faster than I thought I could. When he came, the women and I dressed and left. I suggested to the guards that they get several men to help put away the dog and get Amanda cleaned up. Later, I wondered how long they had watched and how many times they let the dog use her again before finally using her themselves and cleaning everything up.

The women told me that the Baronesses Neale had offered many of the suggestions, having suffered many of the indignities themselves, and having been forced to watch or join in the others. Yet again, I was upset that Baron Neale got off so lightly. It was three days later before Amanda could move unassisted after her session, and then it was only to use the chamber pot, to eat, or to drink. That was the last time she was tortured. While she was used frequently by the guards and me for recreational sex, she changed after that day. All defiance or rebelliousness was gone. She was meek and compliant, simply disrobing and doing anything we told her to do and allowing us to do anything we wanted without complaint.

A month later, she actually apologized to me and asked to be allowed to apologize to Baronesses Fineman and Markham. When she did, everyone felt that her apology was genuine. After that, I was the only one to have sex with her, usually once or twice a month. The sex was slow and gentle since I really felt that she’d been punished enough and truly had a change of heart. I even got the feeling that she started looking forward to my visits, and she seemed happy when I was there with her, hugging me when we finished, reluctant for me to leave her alone again.

A couple days after Amanda’s torture session, Daned arrived on horseback with two older men. The two men watched me like hawks as I approached and greeted Daned.

“Duke Miller, I would like to introduce my father Siawn and his brother, my Uncle Davis,” Daned said nervously. I could see what Daned meant about his relatives being none too fond of the English as both men looked at me as if I’d spit in my hand before we shook.

“I’m afraid they insisted on coming to see if what I told them about you was true before they would make a decision,” Daned explained.

“Feel free to look around and talk to anyone you care to. You are welcome to sleep in the Manor House as my guests, or I can arrange lodging for you in my old home if you prefer,” I told them. I could see Daned relax when he realized that I wasn’t upset.

“Daned tells us your archery skills are legendary and claims that he has never seen anyone as skilled with a bow,” Siawn growled.

“I’ve had people tell me so, but I am willing to let you test those skills,” I replied.

“How about right now?” he grunted. Jack scurried off to the Manor House and got my Welsh bow and a new silk bowstring.

Davis examined the bow and rendered his verdict “Poor workmanship--probably English made,” he almost spat.

“Which is why I asked Daned to see if he could find Welsh bowyers who actually knew what they were doing,” I replied casually as I strung my bow, completely ignoring their dirty looks.

Once we got to the butts, Siawn took a charred stick and made a black mark the size of a fist on a target where the heart would be, then stepped back two feet and motioned to the mark. I shook my head and pointed farther away. Fifty yards farther, he stopped and looked at me. I motioned him farther away much more emphatically. I caught Daned’s smirk out of the corner of my eye. I could tell Siawn was getting upset, thinking that I was stalling, so I agreed on a tree at about five hundred yards. It was actually a bit more difficult than it looked since I had to avoid an overhanging branch. I also chuckled inwardly when Siawn backed off more than the original two feet. I motioned him closer to the tree and saw his reticence, but he complied. After a quick check of the wind through the trees I nocked my arrow, aimed, and let it fly.

Davis gasped when the arrow hit the black mark dead center. The way Siawn’s mouth dropped open I’m sure he did, too. Daned just laughed. “Now, perhaps, you will believe me and stop telling me I’ve been around the English too long,” he taunted Davis.

“Milord, I apologize for my offensive words and attitude. I appear to have greatly underestimated your skill,” Davis said, bowing deeply.

“No offense was taken, and I understand your distrust. Hopefully you will allow me to gain your trust and earn your respect for reasons beyond my archery prowess,” I answered.

“Considering that Daned’s description of your prowess with a bow was possibly even understated, I have no reason to doubt further the other things he told us about you. We would be proud to work for you. How many bowyers are you interested in?” Siawn asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not afraid to admit my ignorance about what is required to make an exceptional bow. I know I would like to be able to arm five thousand archers with Welsh bows as quickly as possible. I foresee a further demand after that when the advantage they give us is noticed and others want to obtain the bows, most notably King Edward.”

The two men looked silently at each other for a few moments before Siawn turned to back to me. “Would you have enough food for nineteen families?” he asked.

“If not, I will buy it,” I answered.

He and Davis shared another look for several moments. “We will return home and gather our extended family. There were nineteen families that agreed to come here if we were satisfied,” Siawn explained.

“There might be a few more families willing to join us,” Davis warned. I told them to bring everyone who wanted to come and gave them £250 to buy sturdy wagons and anything they needed to make the move. The men were stunned. I also instructed them to buy any foodstuffs they found at a reasonable price or ones they enjoyed that weren’t readily available here.

The day after they left, I began the executions of the men involved in the planned rebellion. Each of my advisors had recommended a public hanging at noon in the marketplace. Every day for a week (except Sunday), ten participants were hanged. They were also publicly flogged the afternoon before they were to be hanged. In the privacy of the cells, several of the women even got a chance to pay back abusive husbands the night before they were hanged, and no small number of the men walked awkwardly on the way to the gallows.

Claire arrived with her father that week. Even after Margaret, Gemma, and Abby spoke privately with her to explain the sudden addition of so many women to my bed, she still wanted to marry me. She asked if I would take her hunting so she could show me that she was now able to handle herself away from the Manor House. She, her father, and I spent most of the next day hunting and she bagged a rabbit with her crossbow. I took down a small boar and Baron Ryland got a small buck. I knew even before we left to hunt that she had changed when she came out in pants instead of a dress. She blushed when she caught me looking at her legs. She also squealed and gave me a very unladylike kiss before we returned when I agreed to marry her. Baron Ryland was almost as happy as his daughter was. She rode next to me as close as she could all the way back to the Manor and was disappointed that she had to return home the next day to prepare for our wedding in two weeks.

Two days before the executions of the first group were finished the rest of the prisoners from London arrived. I asked the female slaves if any would volunteer to act as spies in the dungeon the way Jeffrey’s wife had done for them. Every one of them held her in the highest regard since she was personally responsible for their continuing existence. For her bravery, I had let her remain a freewoman even though her husband had been publicly whipped, and became a serf. Six of the women volunteered. I’d been concerned that I might not get even one.

Two days after we finished the executions of the traitorous nobles from Yorkshire, twenty-four families arrived from Wales. Siawn carefully handed me back £133 and started explaining how they had spent the rest. I asked him to only explain the main items, so he showed me over twelve hundred bows they had purchased as well as five hundred sheaves of arrows. The group had already owned several wagons, but still bought half of the wagons they used to carry their belongings. They filled many of the others with grain, dried and salted fish, dried fruits, and other foods they bought along the way to help feed so many new people. They even had three wagons loaded with wild elm they had gathered on the way here. After their arrival, we had three groups out constantly, scouring Yorkshire and Lancashire, gathering and purchasing wild elm. We tried not to cut down everything close to Lancaster and even purchased green wild elm boughs from neighboring shires.

The new families were happy that we had enough empty cottages for everyone. The construction I ordered had continued nonstop ever since the first loads of rock had been gathered and the first load of slate had arrived. The weather seemed to be cooperating with us; the rain was light and the snow nonexistent this winter. Aside from getting so much building accomplished, Godwin took advantage of the mild weather and had several more fields cleared and plowed before the ground froze. Even the rocks cleared from those new fields ended up as a part of someone’s new home.

The executions of the York women were carried out quietly in the dungeon--but not before I let any of my men who were interested have their own fun with them. Only nineteen had been involved with or agreed with the attacks. Unfortunately, between the wives and adult daughters who weren’t involved, I now had one hundred sixty female slaves to deal with. I ended up catching a few during the day, finding somewhere fairly private and fucking them throughout the day. We were caught a few times but usually by other slaves who understood. Occasionally, one or more of my troops would catch us, but quickly turned away and left.

The church was packed for my wedding to Claire. Still wary due to the attack that started all of this, I had sent two hundred men to escort her and her family to Lancaster, but their trip was uneventful. Claire was glowing the next morning when we went down to breakfast, and both of her parents were very happy with the match.

A couple weeks later, Claire pointed out that Anne Clement and Dorothy Rolt frequently spent nights with us and everyone seemed to accept their continued presence. Anne had been joining us, still hoping I would accept her as a concubine. We discussed the two women and decided that, with as many women as there were visiting our bed, two more wives wouldn’t make much of a difference. Both women were stunned when I proposed. Anne worried about a dowry but I told her I would waive it since I knew they barely had anything. The weddings were short, held much like second weddings for widows even though it was the first marriage for both women.

-----Scotland

James did a masterful job of raising and equipping ten thousand mounted archers for our march to Scotland. I acquiesced and added five hundred heavy cavalry and a thousand pikemen to our troops. Nearly half of the archers had the new bows and silk strings, giving them a better range. Many of the men could send an arrow five hundred yards with some degree of accuracy, the rest were capable of fifty yards less, still double the two hundred twenty yards that was the requisite standard with a longbow.

The job Daned’s family did with the bows was equally masterful. They worked relentlessly to finish as many bows as possible, giving more than four thousand of our archers the advantage of an additional hundred yards in range. They also made four bows longer than seven feet just for me to test. Finding the 7’4” bow fit me the best, they customized it for a perfect fit in my hand. With a day’s practice, I was reasonably accurate at six hundred yards. Not satisfied with reasonably accurate, I practiced diligently every day. Seeing my determination, the rest of my archers spent just as much time with their new bows and strings. Many of them tried bows a few inches longer than they were used to. The majority switched to the longer bows.

John, Susan, and Joan Eilet also performed exceptionally at getting helpers trained, and thousands of silk bowstrings were ready for our march to Scotland, increasing the total range advantage to more than a hundred fifty yards for those with the Welsh bows and adding another fifty yards for those still using the yew bows.

James was glad everyone was mounted as we rode through the snow covering some of the roads farther north. We sent advance parties out to have campsites and food ready for us each night, as well as having feed and temporary corrals ready for the horses. I realized the first night just how spoiled I’d become. Even before dark, I missed the women in my life. I missed the clandestine trysts during the day; I missed the feel of the women’s soft bodies, their sighs of contentment, and gasps of pleasure during our couplings. I was also glad I had my own tent now, rather than sleeping under a low-hanging tree bough. I could only guess at the embarrassment should I have awakened to find myself spooned against one of the men or cupping his breast while I slept. Each night I missed the comfort of naked female bodies around me, especially as cold as it was.

The arrows were waiting for us in the town of Carlisle, and our final camp was a couple of miles farther on, just south of the Esk River. If diplomacy didn’t work, the Scots would have to deal with more than ten thousand troops at their border before thinking about invading Northumbria. With no help forthcoming from York, and with the troops from Aragon and Castile still months from being ready, the Scots would be on their own if they prosecuted this war and James and I were hoping to do everything in our power to make them regret it if they did.

Once I was sure the troops were settled in, Jack and Daned accompanied me across the border into Scotland. James had his orders, not that he really needed them. If I wasn’t back within two weeks and hadn’t sent a message with our code word, they were to send word to the nobles of Northumbria (we had already alerted them) and to the King, and then raze the country of Scotland.

The Scottish citizens of Dornock, only a mile or so from the border, were uncomfortable at best seeing three heavily-armed English soldiers ride into town. They quickly pointed us towards Dumfries, which was about twenty more miles, if we were truly looking for a Scottish garrison as we said we were.

It was late afternoon before we reached Dumfries. I had Daned and Jack turn back for the border, leaving me alone to face the Scots. They would let James know I had arrived at Dumfries in one piece. Anything that happened now was on the shoulders of the Scots.

The guards at the gates were unimpressed, albeit suspicious, seeing a lone English soldier approaching. They allowed me to cross the drawbridge over the moat and then enter the wide, arching stone gate before stopping me. I handed the Captain of the Guard the scroll from King Edward announcing me as his emissary to King Baliol. When he finished reading it, the Captain grunted and spat, missing my foot by inches. “Be those your troops bivouacked near the border?” he asked gruffly.

“They are, and as long as I’m back in two weeks they will go home with me,” I replied.

“And if you’re not back in time?” he challenged arrogantly.

“You and your men might want to take your families to Ireland,” I retorted.

“May I?” I asked when he started laughing at me. He looked at my bow, which was unstrung, and at the targets in the butts more than five hundred yards away. He motioned for me to go ahead, as well as motioning for several of his archers to watch me. After dismounting, I strung my bow and then took out a solitary arrow. Nocking the arrow, I looked at the target and then walked away from it a good hundred feet. “Ready?” I asked the Captain who was laughing even harder now. He motioned for me to proceed and a moment later, my arrow was in flight. His laughter caught in his throat when the arrow struck dead center of the target’s chest. Pulling another arrow from my quiver, I motioned at the target silently requesting permission to shoot again. Again, the Captain motioned for me to proceed but he wasn’t laughing this time. Every man in the courtyard and many of the guards on the walls were watching, rapt. This arrow buried itself right next to the first.

“Obviously I don’t get to practice as much as my archers, so you can imagine what they can reach,” I explained as I unstrung my bow. Sure it was a lie, but everyone “knows” that nobles aren’t known for their prowess with a bow, although most practice diligently with a sword.

“Just what is your business with our King?” the Captain asked nervously.

“I hope to change his mind about attacking England in a few months like he plans. We have already executed the traitorous nobles in York and Lancaster so there will be no help coming from there. Imagine what will happen if Scottish troops attack my ten thousand archers. I hope instead, to negotiate a permanent peace with King Baliol,” I explained.

“Why would you sue for peace when you could easily defeat him?” the Captain asked, and then looked chagrined at his admission.

“If we win, it will only be a matter of time before there is another war, and then another, and another, and another. I want to prevent those wars and save the lives of the good men who would die in them while, at the same time, strengthening both of our countries,” I answered. I could see that he was considering the merits of my answer.

“Would these be the same troops that defeated the Barons in York?” he asked. I was surprised at how far the news had traveled.

“It was usually only a handful of troops at each Barony. We started with twenty-eight men and picked up a few from each Barony to transport prisoners back to Lancaster,” I replied. He said something in Gaelic, a language I don’t understand, but the way he said, it I was certain it was an expletive.