Twelve-year-old Leona curled up on the pile of straw in the dank cell. She rocked back and forth slowly, weeping, as she did every night of her young, unhappy life. She put her hand to her tear-stained face, capturing some of the moisture on her fingertips. Then she soothed the bruises on her reddened behind.
Leona had been left at the convent gates when she was a new born infant. The sisters were duty-bound to care for her. Though Leona tried as hard as she could to be good, the sisters were never satisfied. Especially the prioress.
"You are a child of evil," the prioress would hiss as she flogged the innocent girl for the smallest infraction of the rules of the convent. "I must drive the devil from your soul."
Leona could think of no evil nor devil in her soul. She couldn't understand what sin she had committed that would cause the prioress to whip her so.
For she was not to learn till her thirteenth birthday that she was being punished for another's sin. The sin of lust and lechery. The sin of a woman, a bride of Christ, who, in a frenzy of heated passion forgot her vows and sought the unholy pleasures of the flesh. Leona was the bastard child of Sister Serena, the prioress herself. And she had to pay for the sins of her mother, the Prioress of Pain.
CHAPTER ONE
I was born in the year of our Lord, Sixteen Hundred and Fifty One in England. It was in the midst of the darkest period in the history of our land that I came into existence. Oh, if it had been but another time, my story wouldn't have been so tragic. All of Europe was suffering in the grip of the dreaded Plague. Pestilence over-ran our land and there was much sickness and dying.
Many believed that the Plague was wrought by the Lord himself in judgment over the sins of my people. There was much religious fever in my land. We all struggled to be the best Christians we could. Those who turned from the love of God were seen as heathen and the instruments of the devil's work.
We all know that it was from the fallen angel, Lucifer, that the Lord sent the Plague. I fear that in this time of fear and judgment we went too far in our religious zeal. I believe that in our attempt to be pure Christians we touched the horny claw of the devil himself.
I myself was a victim of the times. As I sit now in comfort within Berwick Castle, I shudder at the memory of the difficulties I endured as a child. It is in the hope of destroying these nightmares by facing them that I commit to paper these recollections of my life.
So much has changed over the years. I am twenty-five-years-old as I begin this diary. Much is different now. As mistress to Henry, the Prince of Wales, I live in great comfort and security. It was not always like this for me.
My Christian name is Leona. I never had a surname and as it's doubtful that the Prince of Wales will marry me, I will probably go to my grave as only Leona.
Bishop Beckwith knows of my past. I was such a fool to trust him with my confessions. He is more interested in the power that Henry confers upon him as advisor to the Court of Berwick than performing the true work of God.
I know that Bishop Beckwith plots against me. He's jealous of the affection that Henry holds for me in his heart. I can only hope that this love is stronger than Henry's fears of damnation and sin for carrying on with a Woman of my sort.
I must hurry to complete this memoir, the record of my life, so that should harm befall me at the hands of the scheming Bishop, there will be a record of my life. My greatest fear is that I shall die without my story being told.
Until my thirteenth birthday, I believed the story of my being a bastard child. The nuns and priests at the convent where I was reared had told me that I was left on the steps of the convent as an infant. They told me that my parents were probably suffering with the Plague and wanted to save me the pain of the disease, which meant certain death.
In many ways, I wished my true parents would have kept me with them. I wanted to die. The nuns treated me roughly as though I was born of the devil's seed. They kept me locked up in a dungeon and brutalized me, calling me a daughter of Satan and an evil child.
I couldn't understand why they treated me this way. I couldn't imagine that it was such a sin to be an orphan. When I found out the truth, it suddenly made much more sense.
It was young Father Paul who told me the truth on my thirteenth birthday. He told me that the story of my being left on the steps of the convent as an infant was a lie. He told me that my mother was none other than the prioress herself, Sister Serena.
And that explained to me why she had me so poorly treated. She hated the fact that I was ever born! My existence reminded her of her impurity before God. As a bride of Christ, she had committed the most serious crime imaginable. She had broken her vow of chastity and bore a child.
I was indeed a daughter of Satan. But it was my mother upon whose shoulders this dreadful burden sat. I knew at the age of thirteen that I would have to flee the convent. To remain there would surely mean death for me. As long as I survived, my mother could never hope to find forgiveness from God.
The only world I knew for the first thirteen years of my life was the dark, damp interior of the dungeon. My bed was fashioned of molding straw and my toilet was a crack in the stone floor. As I was chained by my wrist and ankle to the wall, my freedom of movement was seriously restricted.
My days were filled with the strangest occurrences. The nuns and priests would visit me to deliver their sermons and inflict punishment upon me.
I dreaded the thought of waking in the mornings, because I knew that each day brought with it nothing but pain and suffering. I wanted to die even at the tender age of five. But I lacked the courage to dash my head against the stone wall and crush my skull. I hoped sometimes that I would die as a result of the tortures the nuns and priests subjected me to.
I just couldn't go on living.
But something kept me going on despite everything. Perhaps it was my sheer will to find freedom someday. Maybe it was the will of God.
I always knew I was beautiful. My long blonde hair and my lovely body seemed immune from the ugly surrounding in which I was raised. I think this enraged the nuns and priests even more. They wanted me to look like a daughter of the devil. They couldn't imagine that a child of sin should look so pure and angelic.
Of course, I didn't understand this until later. But it certainly fits together now in hindsight.
With the sun streaming in through the bars of the window high above my young head, I would wash my tired young body with the mossy water that trickled through a crack in the wall. It was cold and refreshing and felt nice on the wounds that had been inflicted on my flesh the day before.
Everyday of my young life would start in the same fashion. Sister Serena, the prioress, would unbolt the thick wooden door to the dungeon and enter with my breakfast. Every morning it was the same fare; stale bread and luke-warm porridge.
She was a stunning woman even in the black habit. Now that I think about it her features were quite similar to mine. I should have suspected earlier that she was indeed my true mother. But she was so hostile to me that even the maternal instinct was destroyed. I felt no natural attraction for her, even though it was from her womb that I came into this world.
Sister Serena would always carry a short black whip with her. She was fond of using it on my behind. As I grew older she would whip my young titties with it as well.
She was a monstrous human being. I am sure that she is rotting in hell for her sins at this very moment.
Her skin was soft and creamy in color and texture as is mine. Her eyes were of the same blue hue and she really was lovely. I can understand how a woman like that had to enjoy the pleasures of the flesh from time to time. She was vain and such vanity requires the admiration of a lover.
Before allowing me to eat my breakfast, she would beat me on the ass and call me terrible names. Despite my tears and pleas for mercy, she would persist. As I matured a change came over her. When I was around eleven, she began to grow physical with me, in a sexual way.
I think it was again her vanity which made her do this. She saw herself in me to such a degree that she fell in love with me as though I was a mirror reflection of herself. Rather than making it easier for me, this desire seemed to conflict with her religious horror of my very existence. She took this conflict out on me.
Between the ages of eleven and thirteen, she would enter the dungeon each morning and evening and lock the door behind her. She would then get undressed. She was really a very beautiful young woman underneath her habit.
As I had never had any sexual or even friendly relationships with men until I was twelve, I naturally turned my pubescent sexual cravings on to Sister Serena, my true mother.
The creamy skin of her naked body was as lovely as that of her face. She wore her golden hair in a very short cut that was quite manly. Her breasts were full and beautifully shaped. Her nipples were pink and soft to the touch. Having been deprived of the right to suck milk from them as an infant, I was naturally drawn to them.
Sister Serena's cunt was covered with soft golden hair, which was just like the soft fuzz that was beginning to grow on my young pussy. I didn't mind at all when she would make me perform sexual duties for her.
She always tried to blame me for her own lust.
"Now I will prove what a little whore you are," she would say as she pressed my young body to hers. "Do you see how you make me hot with lust? Only a daughter of the devil could make me feel this way." My mother was obviously quite mad.
She would make me suck on her nipples until they got firm and then she would have me suck her clitoris. I really didn't mind because I was curious about sex. It was the only way in which I could exercise any control over her. It was nice to see her tremble and moan under the power of my tongue.
I learned soon that through sex I could control people and get my own way. With Sister Serena I could delay the terrible sting of the whip as long as I kept her sexually satisfied.
She forced me to stick my tongue up her ass and cunt and to suck on her clitoris until she reached orgasm. It was always exciting for me to see her climax. She was like a wild animal as she scratched at my soft skin and screamed obscenities while her clit exploded with orgasm in my mouth.
I don't know why I tried so hard to satisfy her. She punished me just the same when she was through with me.
I considered her terribly selfish, because she would never do anything to make me feel good. After I made her orgasm, she would whip me on the behind and across my tits and pussy and then dress and leave.
I discovered that by rubbing my wounds with my salty tears, I could prevent infections. The salt stung, but it seemed to work wonders. Afterwards, I would bathe the wounds with the cool, mossy water. And then I would eat my breakfast.
It was at the hands of Sister Mercy and Sister Ruth that I learned to feel the joys of sexual release for the first time. They were both young and quite pretty. I don't think either of them was happy about being a nun. They were signed over to the convent by their parents in return for a blessing from then
Monsignor Beckwith, who supervised the convents and monasteries in the south of England.
Sister Mercy and Sister Ruth would come to visit me in the early afternoons. As there wasn't much to do for amusement at the convent, I soon became the chief attraction. Sooner or later everyone in any position of importance at the convent discovered me and learned to abuse me.
Sister Mercy had raven-black hair and was a very beautiful young woman. She was in love with Sister Ruth, a redheaded woman, who was equally as ravishing. They would bring me leftovers from their lunch and they would remove their habits while I gobbled up the miserly offerings they brought with them. They were even more beautiful than Sister Serena.
They always brought with them sexual toys for us to play with. They were the ones who first initiated me into the ways of sex. As I wolfed down the meager lunch, I would watch them caress each other's tits and pussies. They used two dildos to fuck each other in the pussy and ass-hole and they really did seem to enjoy themselves.
I was quite young at the time and frightened by the prospects of being deflowered by these huge artificial cocks, but I did learn much from them. In later life it became apparent to me that had it not been for the sexual brutalizing I suffered at the hands of the nuns and priests, I would never have been able to make it this far in life.
When I was still a twelve-year-old virgin, they would merely lick my genitals and kiss my mouth. It didn't take them long before they decided to go further with me. It was always so symbolic with them. As loose as they were, morally, they still had hesitations about opening my orifices with their sexual instruments.
It got to the point where I was so jealous of the apparent fun they were having with each other, that I begged them to include me. They made me promise not to tell Sister Serena. They were as frightened of her as I was.
They told me that I wasn't the only one to suffer at the hands of the wicked prioress. They said that all of the nuns from time to time had to strip their habits from their holy bodies and subject themselves to all manner of sexual perversion and whippings at the hands of the mad woman, my mother.
I promised them utter silence and one sunny afternoon in July, they consented to initiate me. I will never forget how it happened.
Sister Mercy stood before me in her beautiful nudity while the naked Sister Ruth stood behind me. The large dildos were strapped in place around their hips.
I caressed Sister Mercy's sweet tits while she fiddled with my snatch. It felt good. The lubricating juices of my youthful pussy flowed freely and my temperature rose rapidly.
Sister Mercy shoved the dildo between my thighs and pressed it against my hot pussy. It felt so nice. I had fiddled with my own sex before, but it never felt so nice. I guess I just didn't know the right places to touch. The nuns taught me everything I know.
While Sister Mercy rubbed her dildo against my throbbing young cunt and caressed my pubescent titties, Sister Ruth pressed the tip of her sexual instrument against my rosy young anus. She scratched my back with long nails and pushed against my anus.
To be cunt fucked and buggered by two enormous dildos simultaneously was a frightening prospect for a young girl. I still shudder to think of the pain of that particular afternoon.
I was quite turned on and not thinking about the pain that was sure to accompany my initiation into the ways of sex. My cunt throbbed with passion as Sister Mercy pressed the tip of her dildo into my cunt hole. At first it felt good, but as the long leather instrument pushed against my tender hymen, I knew that pain would accompany this pleasure.
It was too late to protest, however as Sister Mercy frigged her clit and was beyond reasoning with as she forced the sex tool into my virgin cunt.
But then a second pain, much worse than the first, shot up my tender rectum. It was Sister Ruth forcing the mammoth artificial cock up my ass. I was being deflowered from both ends and I hurt terribly.
Neither of. them cared about my feelings. A sort of madness overcame them in their passion. I had seen the same thing in Sister Serena's eyes just before she orgasmed.
Later, I would learn to use this power to my own advantage. But for the time being, I was a victim and not a master.
Sister Mercy's dildo pushed terribly hard against my hymen and it felt as though it was ready to burst. I bit my lower lip in pain and then my cherry ripped open and blood trickled down my tender thighs as the leather cock tore into me.
The pain was even worse than what I felt from Sister Serena's whip. My pussy ached with pain and it was quite some time before the feelings of pleasure began to arrive.
While Sister Mercy was savagely cunt fucking me with the sexual apparatus, Sister Ruth was plunging into my poor anus with the other dildo. My entire sexual area seemed to be stretched to the limit of physical endurance. I was completely filled with their leather dongs. I couldn't possibly escape from the improper intrusion.
The pain in my ass was much worse than the pain I felt in my cunt. It was an entirely new sensation to have something enter my behind rather than come out of it.
I could feel my tight anal canal stretch to un-Godly proportions as the huge instrument was stuffed inside of me.
Both nuns took turns thrusting the objects in and out of my two holes while they frigged themselves. To dull the pain I aped them and began fiddling with my own young clit.
To my great joy and relief, I found that the sweet sensations that flowed from my clit worked to dull the pain in my cunt and ass. Actually, I began to like the sensation of being fucked and buggered.
Both nuns were absolutely beside themselves with passion. Hot sweat dripped from their bodies as they pumped me savagely. They were moaning and groaning as their orgasms grew near and I was struggling to catch up with them.
I wriggled around on the two leather intruders as I frigged myself and soon I felt the first orgasm of my life prepare to flower in my pussy. It was such a delightful feeling, I will never forget it.
I braced myself and got ready.
My cunt seemed to explode with joy as my little pink clitoris trembled and shook. Sweet rushes of joy and supreme pleasure spread all over me. My body jerked around and went limp on the dildos. I was virtually being supported by the two stiff objects as the two nuns began their own series of orgasms.
They screamed with pleasure and shoved the objects deeply into my rectum and pussy. I could feel the sweet joys of my orgasm spiral up and down the cylindrical openings of my two sexual orifices. From that day on I considered my ass-hole to be just as important as my cunt for receiving sexual joy.
After they had finished with me, I dropped to the moistened straw bed and collapsed in the sheer ecstasy of the occasion.
Word must have traveled rapidly through the convent that I had been initiated. That night Father Peter came to visit me in the dungeon. He had never spent much time with me in the past. I guess it was because he didn't think I was old enough to fuck.
Men are funny that way, I think. If they believe they can't score a piece of ass from you they don't pay much attention. But the second they catch a whiff of your hot pussy they are transformed into the most attentive creatures. It is all such an illusion. But I have learned to use it to my advantage.
Father Peter was an older man. His long gray beard made him seem too wise. I should have suspected that he was no more pious than the nuns. When he came to me that night, he told me that he had heard that I had been sexually molested.
He pretended that he was concerned and wanted to inspect my body to make sure no permanent damage had happened to me.
It was obvious to me, even at the tender age of twelve, that Father Peter had other things on his mind besides my welfare. Indeed, I doubt that he cared at all whether I lived or died.
I could clearly see the older priest's swollen cock pressing against his cassock as he touched my tender body.
He put his aged hands on my titties and pretended to inspect them to see whether Sister Ruth or Sister Mercy had injured the young things. But his hands stayed much longer than was necessary to survey the damage.
He kept rubbing them and squeezing my little pink nipples until they grew firm. I allowed him to turn me on because I for one thing wanted him in my sexual power and for the second thing, I didn't want to incur his wrath. I was in no position to trade or barter for mercy. I had to do whatever they wanted of me just to preserve my pretty little neck.
Father Peter was really turned on from squeezing my young breasts. He began to kiss my mouth and push his tongue in and out of my moistened mouth. His old gray beard scratched somewhat as it rubbed against my soft skin. But I knew I had to let him do as he wished.
He then pretended to inspect my pussy for damage. He .ran his arthritic fingers over my blonde covered snatch and I truly did feel exhilarated. I guess a finger is just a finger.
He really tried hard to pretend that he was inspecting my twat for damage. He really was cute. For an old man he sure was naive. I could clearly see his cock straining against the dark material of his habit. He wasn't fooling anyone, least of all me.
His fingers slid inside my pussy and it felt nice. I was beginning to pump against his fingers and moan with the joy that the cunt massage was giving me.
He liked that and continued to finger-fuck me and rub my soft little clit with his other hand. We were both panting hard and yet he continued his little charade.
He took his finger from my pussy and thrust it up my sore little ass-hole. It hurt at first, but then it began to soothe me. I remember the feeling of floating away on a cloud of pleasant sensations.
This discovery of sex was the first time in my life that I had found a way of at least fleeing from my captivity with my imagination. I could shut my eyes while being fondled or fucked and pretend that my wrist and ankle weren't shackled to the wall. I could pretend I was far away.
I felt something warm and fleshy against my pussy and opening my eyes, I was surprised to see that the old priest had pulled his cassock up around his waist and was pushing his erect cock against my warm, wet pussy. It was the first time that I had ever seen a man's cock. It certainly wasn't the last.
I put my arms on the old man's hips to steady him as he pushed his hard meat into my hot hole. It felt so much different than when the nuns had fucked me with the dildos.
This was real flesh. It felt hot and good inside of me. I really felt close to the priest as he pushed his cock in and out of my cunt hole. I reached down with one hand and squeezed his wrinkled scrotum.
He was so very pleased to be fucking me. I could tell that. I guess it meant a lot for an old man to fuck a young girl. Perhaps it made him feel young again.
He continued to pump me until he grunted and snorted and shot a load of thick come inside my pussy. It felt good and hot. But I was still turned on and not at all satisfied. I wanted to come.
I took the priest's cock in my hand and pulled it from my pulsating snatch. It was dripping with a divine mixture of my own cunt juices and his thick come.
I pressed the sticky, wet cock against my clit and lovely sensations filled me. I rubbed his cock vigorously against my clit until I was almost ready to come.
He was terribly pleased at what a provocative young girl I was. He struggled to maintain his erection while I frigged myself with his cock. I guess it turned him on as much as me.
Just before I was about to let go with my orgasm, I pushed his cock inside my ass-hole and I sure did have a nice orgasm. Oh, those were the days. There was something so very sweet about discovering about sex. The old man was pleased with me, I could tell. He certainly didn't want to let me know that I had any kind of hold over him.
After I had come, he dropped his cassock and left, without even saying goodbye.
My pussy and ass-hole were really tired after all of this sexual abuse. I was tired and wanted desperately to be left alone. But it just didn't work that way.
When Sister Serena heard about my being deflowered she was outraged. Or at least she pretended she was. I think it was probably her who sent the two nuns and the priest down to fiddle with me.
She didn't have enough nerve to deflower her own child. She left this to others. But she sure wanted her fair share of the prize.
When my true mother entered the dungeon that night, I knew I was in store for a bizarre experience.
Not only was she threatening to punish me for losing my virginity, but she said that she was going to fuck my brains out to teach me a lesson. She was so weird. What she was really doing was trying to punish herself for the sexual demon who controlled her.
She seemed to think that because I was her daughter, by punishing me she was really' punishing herself. This was warped logic, even to a child. Of course, I didn't find out for another year that she was indeed my mother.
I thought she was just a crazy nun, who couldn't control her hot cunt. I have met many women since my early youth who were quite similar.
So many women try to pretend that they don't have a sexual need. I'm glad I learned early in the game how important sex is. For a woman it is much more than mere physical pleasure. It is the best method of controlling a man that I've ever encountered.
Young girls never know when they are going to have to use their bodies as a means of getting what they want. That would never be my problem.
CHAPTER TWO
Sister Serena slowly removed her habit, revealing her lovely body. Her cunt hairs seemed so blonde against her creamy skin. Her tits puckered with passion.
She came and sat down beside me on the mildewed straw that served as my bed.
"So you have been well fucked today?" I clearly remember her taunting me. She touched my little titties and began pressing them very hard until they ached. I knew better than to ask her to be gentle. The more I asked for consideration, the tougher she got with me. It was just too much.
She pressed her lips against mine. It was the first, time she had ever kissed me. Her tongue slid deeply into my mouth and she pushed it in and out as though it were a little penis going into a miniature pussy.
It really did feel nice. At last she stopped hurting my titties and moved her hands down to my pussy. She told me to play with her tits and cunt while she proceeded to fondle my own cunt.
I didn't mind. At least she wasn't whipping me. Not yet, anyway. Her fingers felt good as they glided over my cunt and in the thin crevice between my cunt lips.
She jabbed two fingers painfully deep into my snatch and pulled them out again before I could ever recover from the shock of the intrusion. She then shoved them up my ass.
The nun continued to alternate between fingering my cunt and ass-hole until I really did begin to enjoy the sensation.
While she did this, I stroked her breasts and nipples until they grew quite warm and filled with pleasure. Her nipples grew very erect and I leaned forward and sucked them one at a time. This really turned her on.
My hand worked on her blonde-covered snatch. She had a huge clitoris, much bigger than mine. I remember that it looked almost like a little penis. I looked forward to having it inside me.
I jerked the flab of clit flesh around in my fingers and she was going crazy with passionate moaning and writhing about.
Before I knew what was happening, she had forced me back on the straw and spread my legs. She pushed her own pussy against mine and ground it against my tired sex.
I could feel her hard little clit rubbing against mine. It was so nice. I was getting horny all over again. What a great day that was for me.
We were both caught in the throes of ecstasy and there didn't seem to be an end to our pleasure. I could feel her trying to force her clit inside my soaking wet slit.
It was very small compared to a man's cock, but it did feel good pushing in and out of my hole. I tried to squeeze my cunt muscles down around it. And she moaned with pleasure as her clit was held firmly by my cunt. She pulled and stretched it all around and I thought she was going to pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
She tried to maintain a stern look on her face, but I could see through her. I sensed a tremendous change happening in our relationship. Because I gave her so much physical pleasure, she surely wouldn't want to hurt me so much anymore. It didn't work out quite that well.
She pulled her pseudo cock out of my cunt and tried to force the erect sex button into my ass-hole. I felt sorry for her, because I realized that she really wished she could be a man. She tried so hard to put her clit into my ass. I tried to help her.
I spread my ass cheeks apart for her and used my fingers to stretch my pink little anus open for her. She pushed the over-sized clit into my ass-hole and we both sighed with relief.
She fucked me in the ass with her clit for several minutes while I frigged myself. And then we both came at the same time.
It was really nice, because as she came she pushed her cunt down hard on mine and her erect nipples touched my erect nipples. Our lips met in a passionate kiss and her tongue darted in and out of my mouth.
After we had both finished coming, I shut my eyes to enjoy the sweetness of the sensation. I was brutally awakened as the crazy woman began whipping me again.
I cried out in terror, for I hadn't expected her to be so mean to me after I had given her pleasure. But she sure was. The whip thundered against my precious skin and I passed out.
As I lost consciousness from the pain, I remember her screaming, "You are turning more into a little devil bitch everyday. I'll teach you to surrender to the devil's ways." It was hard to tell who she was punishing. Was it me or her?
When I awoke late that night, I found young Father Paul standing before me with a candle. For the last year he had been sneaking down to the dungeon late at night to educate me.
This was forbidden, as Sister Serena didn't want me to become wise. She wanted me to spend the rest of my life in ignorant unhappiness. The young priest felt it was a sin what I was being subjected to.
I think he was the only really pious person in the whole monastery-convent complex. We studied history, French, geography, literature and arithmetic together. He was a great teacher and I learned swiftly. Besides the sex, learning was a new thrill for me. When I was alone, I would recite poetry that he had taught me. I would count the number of stones that it took to reach to the ceiling of the dungeon to the number of stones that were required to span the length of the room. I would multiply these together to come up with the number of stones in a wall. I was learning fast.
There was something so charming and innocently affectionate about Father Paul. Though he was certainly at least ten years older than I, I felt much more mature and wise about people than him.
I knew he was falling in love with me. I wasn't sure whether he had learned about the sexual things that had been going on. If he did know, he never let on that he did.
That night, I decided to seduce him. I felt that if I could make him fall in love with me, that I might be able to use him to make an escape. After the lessons were finished for the night, I told him that I had a pain on my inner thigh. I told him that my muscle was sore and that I would appreciate it if he would massage it.
Because he hesitated, I knew that he was aware of a sexual attraction between us. I was only twelve, but so very wise about these matters. After awhile he consented to rub my inner thigh, but only with his eyes closed.
The foolish young man thought that if he didn't see what his hand was doing, that somehow he wasn't held responsible for his actions. This seemed so typical of the nuns and priests. I never could figure out what was their great fear about feeling. Whenever they gave into their sexual urges, it was always accompanied with some absurd excuse for not being in their own control. They were forever saying that the devil made them do it. After awhile, they all agreed that the devil was in me and that they were completely pure. Somehow, I was the evil one.
I took Father Paul's hand and pressed it against my warm snatch. He shrieked in horror and ran from the dungeon. I thought that was so cute. But I was also a little disturbed. He seemed to be my only possible hope for escape. I had to somehow seduce him.
Unfortunately it would take a year to accomplish this.
Everyday until my thirteenth birthday was spent at the sexual mercy of the nuns and the old priest. They wouldn't let a day go by without having to fuck me with their dildos, clits, cocks and whatever else they felt like stuffing up my cunt and ass-hole.
In a way, it wasn't so bad. At least I had someone with me. It did grow terribly lonely down in the dark dungeon. At night Father Paul would come to teach me and I would try to teach him, but he always escaped before I could cement the relationship with a fuck.
The better I got to know him, the more I realized that he was the only way out of this imprisonment. He alone was good enough in his heart to feel compassion for me.
It was on the day of my thirteenth birthday that my life went through a profound change. After being savagely abused by Sisters Serena, Mercy and Ruth and fucked in the cunt and ass by Father Peter, and that I was finally able to break through to Father Paul's heart.
I had asked him the night of my birthday to rub my titties because the old priest had bitten them. While he caressed my tender breast flesh, I was sure I saw his cock throb inside his cassock. His eyes were closed, of course, and so before he could pull away, I reached under his skirts and grabbed his cock. I squeezed it tight and it was so big and hard. I was very surprised.
I refused to let go of his cock. The more he tried to pull away from me, the tighter I held it. I seemed to work like a jerking off movement, and soon he was so turned on that he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
He looked so confused, the poor boy. But I didn't have a minute to waste, and so I pulled his skirts up to his waist and beheld his cock. It was such a nice cock. It was so fat and handsome, not at all like the wrinkled old cock that Father Peter had hanging between his legs.
I pulled the young priest down on top of me and made sure that his cock touched my hot, wet cunt. By the lustful look in his eyes, I knew I had him where I wanted him.
I forced his cock inside my wet fuck hole and he took to sex like a fish takes to water. I was so proud of him. He thrust himself in and out of me until both of us hovered on the verge of orgasm.
I had never felt anything so intensely satisfying as his hard, young cock buried in my fuck hole. I didn't even need to frig myself. It was all so amazing and natural. My clit seemed to just pick up the sensations that flooded my fuck hole.
"Oh, sweet Jesus," the young priest moaned as the huge stored up glob of come shot from his cock into the my hungry pussy. "That is so very nice," he moaned.
While his cock still shot globs of come, I pulled it from my fuck hole and stuffed it up my ass-hole. He couldn't believe how wonderful it felt in my ass. It was beyond description how much he enjoyed fucking me.
Father Paul knew that he was in love with me. He had sensed that if ever he would make love with me that I would have him in my grip completely.
The young priest was reminded of how Eve tempted Adam in the Garden of Eden with the apple of her forbidden fruit. And when Adam had bitten from the apple, he was ejected from the garden by the Father.
And now the young priest, who had taken a vow of chastity, was in love with a thirteen-year-old girl, me. It had been thirteen years since I was supposedly found on the steps of the convent.
Father Paul knew the truth and after the wonderful sexual experience with me, he knew that he had to tell me the truth.
After kissing me passionately on the mouth, he said, "I must tell you the truth of your heritage. It is sin enough that I have broken my vows and shared sexual pleasure with you. I must now right this wrong by telling you the awful truth of your birth."
In the flickering candlelight, his youthful face looked tired and worried. "You are not a bastard of unknown origin," he said. "Your father was an actor. He was a gypsy who traveled with a wagon from village to village putting on performances of the plays he wrote himself. His Christian name was William. I do not know his surname."
"And my mother?" I asked. "Who was my mother?"
The young priest hesitated. "Your mother is Sister Serena, the prioress." There was a long silence. "But can this be true?" I remember asking him in disbelief.
"Yes," he said. And sooner or later she will try to kill you. Keeping you locked up in the dungeon isn't enough. Now that you are maturing and becoming sexually provocative, you remind her too much of herself when she was young and had succumbed to the lust of the young traveling actor.
"We must help you escape," he went on. "It is the only way to save your precious life. I will go with you, of course. As soon as the opportunity presents itself I will marry you. It is the only way I could be redeemed for my sins."
"When, my darling?" I asked him. I couldn't wait to be free from my imprisonment. The thought of freedom exhilarated me. I had never seen the outside world. The sounds of the birds that drifted through the bars of the high window belonged to creatures I had never seen. The smells of flowers and life had no physical representation in my mind.
During the studies with Father Paul, he had tried to describe what birds looked like. He drew me funny little drawings of houses, horses and cows. The thought of really seeing these things excited me terribly.
"We will flee tomorrow night," he told me. He said he would find some clothes for me and that he would steal the keys to my bonds from Sister Serena.
We kissed for many hours, and then he left me to dream about the freedom he had promised me.
The following day was particularly difficult for me to bear. My mother was disgusting in my eyes. Now that I knew that she was more than just a warped nun, I was doubly disgusted. To have my own mother whip me and sexually abuse me was too much to take.
But I went along with the charade. I didn't want to take any chances of losing my freedom. I let her fuck me with her pseudo penis and I sucked her cunt and anus and after she had come many times, I let her beat me.
I said nothing to Sister Mercy and Sister Ruth when they entered the dungeon to ram their dildos up my cunt and ass. I acted as though we would go on carrying on with each other for all time.
I even sucked Father Peter's old, wrinkled cock until he came in my mouth. While he uttered prayers of forgiveness to his God, I swallowed his sticky juice and dreamed of running off with Paul.
When at last the day's activities had ceased and night was falling, I washed as well as I could with the mossy cold water that trickled through a crack in the wall. I awaited Father Paul.
He was quite late when he arrived and I had grown fretfully anxious. I imagined all sorts of terrible things. I thought he had been discovered stealing the keys to my shackles and that I would never be able to leave.
He was smiling when he entered the dungeon. He had brought with him some clothes. They were boy's clothes, but he said that would be an even better disguise. It just wouldn't look right, he said, for a priest to be traveling alone with a young girl.
I had to agree with him.
After he had unlocked my shackles I couldn't believe how wonderful it felt to touch my sore wrist and ankle which had born the torment of the iron bracelets for so long.
I hurried to dress. I had never had clothes or boots on before and I felt terribly strange. The britches and shirt fit me quite well as did the hand stitched leather boots.. I tucked my hair up on top of my head and placed the cap he had brought on top of the twisted golden locks.
I felt good. We kissed and I felt Father Paul's cock pushing against the crotch of my britches. He asked me to make love with him before we fled into the night. I told him that we would make love very soon. I didn't want him to be tired from sex as we fled. I didn't want to take any chances. Freedom tasted so close now. I couldn't wait.
He opened the door to the dungeon and we crept up the stone steps out into a courtyard. I was dazzled by all the bright lights in the sky. I recognized the moon and stars from Father Paul's little drawings. He certainly didn't do justice to them. I felt like I was born again. All was so new for me.
He whispered to me that there wasn't time for me to do any sight seeing and he pulled me by the sleeve after him as we hurried across the courtyard to the front gate.
He shoved the large piece of wood which served as a door stop to one side and swung the huge door open.
There was a noise behind us and we spun around to see Father Peter standing before us with a huge cutlass in his hand. "Where are you two off to?" he demanded.
"I'm taking a walk with the young knave," Father Paul explained.
"And what knave is this?" the older man asked as he wisked my cap off my head, allowing the long golden curls to cascade down over my shoulders.
"You sinful traitor," the old priest screamed as he rushed at the young priest with his cutlass.
Poor Father Paul didn't have a chance. The cutlass jammed into his soft belly and ran him through. I will never forget the look of pain on his face. He was so shocked to feel the cold iron blade pierce his guts. He stared at me in disbelief and managed to speak. With blood flowing from his mouth, he gasped, "run, Leona, run and never look back." And then he fell dead.
I picked up my cap and ran.
It was all so new to me. I could feel soft dirt beneath my boots. There were trees and birds and leaves cracked under my boots as I ran and ran. I ran through the night and when the sun rose, I found myself in a field of corn.
I had never imagined so much food could exist. After having been raised on meager left-overs, it was hard for me to imagine that so much food could exist in one place.
I tore an ear of corn loose from the stalk and chewed on it while I lay down in the field and fell into a deep sleep.
I awoke hours later to the sound of hoof, beats as a horse and rider approached.
A large, dark man sat astride the chestnut mare. He stared down at me in his field and spoke. "What business do you have in my field of corn, boy?"
I was startled by the man's thundering voice. I could barely see his face on account of the sun's burning glare. I wasn't used to sunlight.
I pulled the cap from my head and allowed the lovely golden locks to fall free. "I'm not a boy," I said. "I am Leona, a girl."
"My, my," the man smiled as he got down from his horse. "And what is a beautiful girl like you doing in my field of corn?"
"I am alone and without funds and on a long journey," I said. I expected mercy.
"I am a lonely old farmer," he said. "My son and I live here alone. It's been a long time since the farm has been graced with one as lovely as you. You must stay with us. You can cook and clean house for us and in return, we shall give you lodging and meals."
It sounded like a good deal to me. I was lonely and frightened. "I will, of course, consent to this deal," I said. Climbing up on the horse behind the middle aged farmer, we cantered off to the farm house.
While we rode, the farmer turned to talk to me. "My lovely wife died from the Plague many years ago and left me alone to tend after my mongoloid son. It has been difficult to look after the boy and manage the farm at the same time."
Now that I could see him better, I realized that the farmer was a rather handsome man. His hair was dark as was his beard and moustache. Shiny blue eyes glared out of his sockets and added life to the weathered farmer's face.
"What is a mongoloid son?" I asked the farmer as we approached the farm house.
"Because of the disease my wife carried with her while she was pregnant with Michael, the child was born deformed and lacking in intelligence. He's all right, though, for fetching water and performing menial chores. But he's not bright enough to do much else.
"He has the mind of a ten-year-old and the body of a twenty-year-old. It is really sad," the farmer said. "By the way, my name is Lloyd Birch."
"I'm pleased to meet you," I said. It was truly a time of great excitement for me and my stay at the farm promised to be lovely.
Climbing down from the horse, Lloyd and I wandered into the tiny farm house. It looked lovely to an orphaned waif such as myself, who had spent the first thirteen years of her life locked in a dark cellar.
"You must be very hot and tired," the farmer observed. "I'll have Michael fill the tub with hot water for you so you can take a proper bath."
The thought of a bath excited me tremendously. Lloyd called his son, and the strange looking young man entered the room. He looked like an over-sized baby. He head was only slightly over-sized, but other than that, I found him quite cute and harmless.
"Girl, girl," he babbled as he entered the room and feasted his eyes on me.
"That's right," Lloyd explained to his son.
"Leona will be staying with us to help out for awhile. Now you be nice to her. Go and fetch some water and boil it for the bath."
Michael smiled at me and shuffled off. "Girl, girl," he babbled as he exited the room."Don't worry about Michael," Lloyd Birch advised me. "He's really quite harmless. You can go and get out of your clothes in the wash room. I have to go inspect some fence along the back forty. Michael will be along soon with the water."
It felt good to be alone in the cozy farm house. I found a pitcher of buttermilk on the table and drank a good quantity of the soured milk and ate some bisquits I found on the table before going into the washroom and stripping off my clothes.
A few minutes later, Michael entered the washroom holding the wooden buckets laden with steamy hot water. His eyes feasted on my naked flesh. He has never seen a girl before, with or without clothes, and he didn't know what to make of me.
He looked for a cock, but only saw my flattened patch of blonde pubes. And where he expected me to be flat, he found tits. He didn't know what to make of it. The mongoloid young man touched my titties. "Cock," he said.
"No," I smiled. "These are titties."
He touched my cunt. "Where cock?"
"I'm a woman," I laughed. "I have no cock. I have a pussy."
He touched his cock. "Pussy, pussy."
"No silly," I said patiently. "You have a cock and I have a pussy."
"I no understand," the drooling poor boy mumbled.
"I will explain," I said as I reached over and unbuttoned his trousers. Out fell a huge shlong such as I have never seen in my life. It wasn't even hard and it must have measured ten inches. It was truly overwhelming.
I knew that I would have to have that cock in me. There was absolutely no question about it. I began stroking his over-sized slab of meat and he smiled and drooled as the piece of meat grew bigger and bigger. I couldn't imagine where it would all stop.
My cunt was dripping with hot sex juice as I imagined how wonderful such a huge cock would feel in my young cunt. It was now erect and surely measured at least fifteen inches in length and at least five inches in breadth. He truly was a monster.
I was really shocked by the tremendous size of Michael's mongoloid cock. I could barely fit my mouth over it. But alas, I was successful. I couldn't believe how sweet his meat was in my mouth.
I sucked him and managed to take about nine inches of his tremendous cock into my mouth. It was so exquisite and I know he enjoyed the cock sucking as much as I did.
I squeezed his balls tenderly and he moaned with pleasure. It was so nice to be involved with someone who didn't know the first thing about lechery. I felt that at last I had the upper hand.
It was a glorious feeling to have his thick meat in my mouth. I nearly gagged every time Michael shoved his ample meat down into my throat, but I persisted. I could tell he was enjoying it as much as me. He had this silly shit-eating grin on his face while I sucked him.
It was such a turn on to have the cock of someone so pure and innocent in my mouth. I squeezed his balls and knew that it wouldn't be long until he was ready to shoot his thick juice into my throat.
I thought about all the hot come that I had ever taken into my mouth, and I grew excited. It was going to be great.
I let him piston his big juicy maleness back and forth in my mouth. All the time, I kept a constant swirling motion, with my tongue, around that great bulbous cock head. I could tell that he was getting very turned on because saliva was leaking out of his drooling mouth. I didn't really want him to spend all of himself completely in my mouth. It's not that I didn't want to swallow the mongoloid idiot's hot come. It's just that my snatch ached for his giant cock, and I didn't want to take any chances on him going soft.
I took my mouth from his cock and spreading my young legs, attempted to stuff his erect monster up my cunt. It just didn't want to go. I dashed off to the kitchen and found some warm butter. I took it back to the wash room with me and covered his cock with the thick dairy goo.
I forced a generous amount up my cunt as well. With some pushing and pulling I finally managed to get the head of his giant snake into my box. My God, it was delightful. It was literally tearing me apart as he pushed deeper and deeper into my hungry cunt.
It was the most exquisite fuck I have ever had. Surely it was as good as being fucked by a well-hung stallion. The poor boy looked so pleased as the hot excitement of sex raced through his genitals.
My clit pulsated furiously as his huge sausage banged into me. Oh, my God was it lovely. When he came it felt as though a river of hot come gushed into me. There was come everywhere. It ran out of my hole as though there was a waterfall between my legs.
And he remained hard despite all of this.
CHAPTER THREE
I must admit, I was beginning to feel warmly toward Michael. I suppose that because I was locked up and excluded from society for so long, I didn't learn to be afraid of those who were different.
Actually, Michael was quite charming. In his own childishly innocent way, he was really quite loveable. He sure had a big cock, too. I shudder to think how wonderful it felt to have him shove that mighty tool up my young snatch. Oh, if there were just more men like Michael.
We were still quite sexually hungry for each other following the first fuck. I daresay, it must have been Michael's first time. He looked so gleeful as he pulled his giant instrument from my hole. I knew it would hurt terribly, but I wanted the young man, with the mind of a child, to put his over-sized sex tool up my ass.
I filled my hand with copious amounts of butter and stroked his giant cock with it. He soon was at full erection once more. My God was he magnificent. I shoved quite a generous helping of the yellow paste up my ass as well.
I leaned over and told Michael to stick it to me. The poor fellow wasn't quite sure what to do. I took the monstrous erection in my hand and-pressed it against my anus. He smiled and I knew that he had the idea.
I will never forget how much it hurt going into me. My little anus was practically screaming with pain as the giant cock pressed down hard on my opening. I'm so glad I used all that butter because I know I would have been in terrible trouble without it.
It took quite some time for Michael to manage the rear entry. The pain was intense, but bearable. I slowly adjusted to the feeling of having a giant cock in my ass. I stroked my clit and it did begin to feel wonderful. Michael was like a sex toy for me. He didn't make any demands and didn't seem to have any expectations.
I could have him do whatever I wanted him to. It was like having a living, breathing dildo. As my clit began to fill with passion, and my rectum relaxed, I felt the most intensely wonderful sensations happening deep inside me.
Oh, Lord, was it fantastic. He would grab me by the hips and pull his mighty sex deeper and deeper inside of me. My whole young body was transformed into a furnace for his chunk of pig-iron to cook in. The butter was melting and sloshing around inside my fair ass as his hot, fleshy instrument of passion passed in and out of me.
My clit felt so hot and hard in my hand. I don't think I could have moved if I wanted to. It was as if I were impaled on his mighty sword. I could tell by his grunts and snorts that he would be coming soon.
I couldn't imagine how it would feel to have him shoot one of his giant loads of hot love glue into my ass. I soon found out. It was delightful. As he shuddered and shot, my entire belly seemed do grow hot from the steamy love juice.
It filled my lower bowels completely and I felt so warm and safe. It was so nice to make Michael into my new friend. I hoped that I would be able to fuck with him many times.
As he pulled his giant sex from my stretched, but happy ass-hole, I felt huge amounts of come dribble from me and run down the back of my thighs.
I climbed into the hot tub and it felt exquisite. I imagined that this was just how it felt for a princess or even a queen. I had imagined that only royalty ever got to take a bath with hot water. For so many years, the only water I had for bathing was the cool mossy water that trickled through the cracks in the stone floor of the dungeon at the convent.
Michael was so cute. He splashed around in the water with his hands and we had a great time. I let him wash my back and lather up my hair.
I felt so sparkling clean and fresh as I climbed from the bath. I had never been so clean. I dried myself off and went in search of a bed to rest in.
I guess the bedroom I entered belonged to Lloyd Birch. There was a large bed in the room, and it felt so comfortable to lay down and rest. I had never been on a real bed before. After sleeping for so long on the moldy straw bed in the dungeon, this was a real treat.
I told Michael to go and play and I soon fell into a deep and restful sleep. I don't know how long I slept. I was awakened by a strong hand on my shoulder.
I opened my eyes and it was Michael's father. He had a strange look in his eyes. I was terribly frightened.
"It's been a long time since a woman has been in my bed," the farmer told me. "It is really a treat. He put his hand under the blanket and started to rub my fair skin.
I was rather tired and sexually spent after fooling around with Michael. But I didn't know how to say no to the farmer. He had already helped me so much.
The farmer rubbed his hands all over my young titties and he touched my little snatch. I could see his cock bulging in his over-alls. I touched it and he began to pant.
I knew what he wanted. I was learning that all men I would meet in my journey would want these things from me, as well as quite a few women.
He pulled the blanket back and exposed my body. He seemed so happy to see me in my naked innocence. I couldn't displease him. I let him touch me all over. He drooled just like Michael, I could see the family resemblance when they were turned on.
Lloyd Birch unbuttoned his over-alls and let them drop to his knees. He hopped up on the bed and tried to push his small, but firm erection into my dry little pussy.
I, of course, protested vehemently as I wanted time to get ready for the fuck. We struggled briefly and I managed to slow him down somewhat. He was breathing quite hard and I was afraid he might hurt me in his tremendous lust.
It was obvious that it had been many years since Lloyd Birch had been with a woman. It was probably since his wife died that he had learned to live without the pleasures of the flesh. He reeked of horse manure and farmer's sweat. I tried to ignore these odors, but it was difficult. Now that I was free, I wanted things to go smoothly. I didn't want to have to subject myself to forced fucking any longer. I wanted those days behind me.
I took Lloyd's cock and rubbed it against my clit, trying to get stimulated. I wanted some hot juice to issue forth from my cunt to allow entry. After frigging myself with the farmer's dong for a few moments, I began to lubricate.
Lloyd began to force his cock into my pussy. It didn't feel bad at all. He wasn't nearly as big as his son, but still there was stimulation, nonetheless.
I relaxed and allowed the smelly farmer to hump me. I was starting to get turned on as was he when Michael suddenly appeared. He must have been jealous, because he grabbed his father by the neck and began throttling him. The jerky movements felt strange in my cunt as the farmer's tool was pushed every which way. Michael was really trying to hurt him.
I screamed and pulled my cunt off of the farmer's cock and slid to the far side of the bed. I screamed for them to stop, but they persisted in their struggle.
They rolled off the bed and onto the floor. Both of them had a strangle hold on each other's throat. It seemed as though they were trying to kill each other. I couldn't take it. I ran to the wash room and took my clothes. I hurried to dress and ran from the house.
I could still hear the groans and whimpering of the struggle between father and son as I ran off. I never wanted anything like this to happen. It seemed as though an ill wind was following me.
I remembered Father Paul dying because I had escaped from the convent. And now Lloyd Birch and his son, Michael, were fighting to the death because of me. I was afraid that I really was the devil's daughter. I wondered if my mother's sins had been visited upon me. I still have this feeling sometimes. So many men have suffered because of me. It is really frightening.
I ran from the farm and didn't look back. The wind was blowing and it felt fresh and invigorating against my face as I ran. I wanted to put much distance between myself and while I ran, I passed a farmer in his field. He was raking leaves and cursing at the wind for blowing his neat piles of fallen leaves all over. I thought it amusing that the man would blame the wind for his troubles. It was surely the wind that caused his problems with the leaves, but how could someone be angry at the wind.
But at that time in my life I didn't feel much different than the poor farmer, who was angry at the wind. like the wind, some evil omen seemed to be following me about, causing ruin to those that loved me.
Even if I was born in sin and raised in the cradle of Lucifer because of my mother's indiscretion, it didn't seem fair that I should suffer for it. My God, I had done nothing wrong.
I thought of these things as I ran. I was totally exhausted by the time I reached a clearing at the top of a small hill. Several roads converged there and I wasn't sure which one to take. I sat beneath a tree to catch my breath and make a decision about which road to wander down.
After a spell, I could hear the sound of hoof beats approaching. I looked up and saw a most strange sight. It was a man atop a horse, but such a strange costume the man wore. He wore a suit of metal. Over his head he had a metal cap and visor. I could not see his face.
He raised his visor in a salute to me as he passed. He certainly did seem nice. I waved and asked him from where he came and to where he was traveling.
He pulled his horse to the tree and climbed down. It looked as though it was quite difficult for him to move about. He was very funny in his awkward suit of iron.
At his side he wore a huge sword, which frightened me because it reminded me of Father Paul and the terrible pain he must have felt as Father Peter's sword pierced his youthful body. He introduced himself as Sir Gallant. He said he came from Scotland, where he served Queen Anne. He told me that he was on his way to Wales to meet up with several other knights. They hoped to catch up with the army of crusaders, who were on their way to the Holy Land to purge the land of God of the Moslem hordes.
He seemed so brave. He pulled a long pole with a sharp tip down from the side of the horse and practiced thrusting it against the tree. I think he was trying to show off.
I asked him what sort of weapon it was that he wielded so well. He told me it was a lance and that it was used in battle. He sure was brave. I really didn't know for sure what he looked like under his suit of armor, but he had a pleasant voice.
I told him to take off his iron suit and relax with me beneath the tree. Father Paul had told me about knights and their bravery. He told me that knights were as skilled with the ladies as they were with the sword.
I was excited to find out. I helped Sir Gallant remove his armor. He was quite cute after all. He wore a colorful frock and tights. I could see his cock and balls quite clearly beneath his very tight britches.
I pulled the cap from my head and when my golden hair tumbled down over my shoulders he seemed quite shocked and pleased. "I thought you were a knave," he said.
I laughed and introduced myself as Leona, an unfortunate girl who was fleeing from sin and hoping to find goodness in a world that I didn't know.
He said that was a worthy reason to live. He said that I was a brave girl and that if I was a man, he would recommend me for knighthood on account of my bravery.
I thought that was very cute. Sir Gallant asked me if I wanted to dance. I thought that quite strange. "How could we dance?" I asked.
"There is no music."
He laughed with a devil-may-care attitude and said that he would sing for me. He began to sing a song of love and he whirled me about under the tree.
"In a land of milk and honey we danced," he sang, "the lady fair and I. Twas in the court of King Arthur that we found our true love. Twee-dee-dee, twee-dee-dee. And many a poor dragon suffered from our lance, and many a happy dame graced our flesh poles.. . . "
It was so lovely to hear the young knight sing. I really felt my heart flutter with longing for his romantic heart. He pulled me towards him and pushed-his swollen sex against my crotch.
I could feel the warmth of his genitals through his tights. He was so polite. He asked me if we could make love. He told me that he was off to battle and that to make love with a young maiden before battle was an omen of triumph.
There was no way I could refuse him on those grounds, and so I put my hand on his groin and rubbed his brave tool. It swelled to knightly proportions under my hand. He returned the interest by rubbing his hands over my little titties and putting a hand down my britches.
My cunt felt hot and wet under his strong hand. He pulled my britches open and thrust his hungry hand down between my thighs and rubbed the hot juices all over my snatch and soft flesh.
I responded by pulling down his tights and frigging his rod. He enjoyed it tremendously. We fell down upon a pile of leaves and made beautiful love.
We undressed each other slowly, enjoying the youthful flesh of our bodies and the heat of our passion for one another. He seemed to particularly enjoy my young titties. He sucked the pink flesh of my nipples until they were very hard and pulsating with sex heat.
Oh, and he was so pleased with the blonde fuzz on my young cunt. He licked it and stroked it and sang homage to my cunt, "lis a fair slit that I suck with tongue so wet," he said so very romantically. All the tales of knighthood and gallantry seemed so real as we fondled each other.
I stroked his sturdy cock and felt it grow hot and joyful in my tender young hand. I couldn't wait to feel it inside me. My prayers were answered moments later when the handsome Sir Gallant climbed between my thighs and pressed his courageous tool against my hot cunt.
In it went, so gracefully and sure of itself. He pumped me hard and passionately and I was thankful for the knowledgeable fuck he gave me. He certainly knew how to use his tool. I imagined that he had served many a damsel in distress.
His balls beat against my ass cheeks as though they were drums. His cock slid nicely in and out of me and we breathed heavily together. He bent down and sucked my tits as we copulated to our hearts' content.
I thrust a long finger into his ass and he groaned with approval. I ran my finger in and out of his tight shit hole and he seemed to love it terribly. I guess this gave him the signal that I was fond of buggery, as he pulled his long cock from my juicy slit and thrust it like a lance into my rear. My ass burst open with joy to take him in. His hot meat filled me with tightness and beautiful sensations. He grabbed me firmly by the cheeks of my ass and forced his cock in deeply. He groaned with pleasure and filled my ass with pleasure. His come filled me completely.
He sloshed his meat around in my shit hole until he was completely satisfied, and then he pulled out. It was such a nice sensation that we gave to each other that morning under the tree.
After he had finished with me, he tore a strip of purple cloth from his frock and dipped it into my cunt and ass. He took the sex juice filled rag and tied it to his lance. He said that it would bring him luck in battle with the infidel. I was moved by this. I truly did hope I would bring him good luck in battle. But I suspected that like Father Paul and the farmer and his son, Sir Gallant too would suffer for having carnal knowledge of my body. I truly hope not. Even to this day I know not what became of the handsome young knight.
I helped him on with his armor and boosted him up on his horse. I asked him which way I should travel and he told me that the road to the right would lead me through Nottingham Forest towards the domain of Prince Henry. He told me that I would fare well under the protection of Berwick Castle.
He called me his fair maiden and rode off with his lance held high. I watched the strip of cunt and shit hole soaked purple cloth waving in the breeze. It was truly romantic.
After I dressed, I wandered off down the road toward Nottingham Forest. I hoped to reach Berwick Castle before too long. Sir Gallant told me that it shouldn't take more than a week to reach the castle. I set off with my head filled with thoughts of castle life. I was dreaming big now. Why not? I was learning how to use my lovely body to my advantage. Perhaps it was sinful, but I had to look out for myself.
It took me several days to reach the forest. I slept under trees at night and ate wild berries for nourishment. I found several nice streams as I wandered and would stop to bathe and drink. All-in-all, it was a most pleasant journey.
On the third day I reached the center of the forest. It was quite dark and spooky. I wished that I had been accompanied. It would have been nice to have company. It was rather lonely being all alone in the forest.
While I wandered along on the trail I was horrified to feel something grab me by the leg. It was a loop of hidden rope that I had stepped in. It pulled me aloft into the air and I hung upside down several feet above the ground. I thought I had been captured by a hunter's trap.
Out from the brush a group of rough looking men approached. As my cap had been knocked off when I was pulled aloft, my hair hung down and it was no secret that I was a maiden and not a knave.
There must have been ten or so of these men who circled around me. The leader, who was dressed in green and wore a handsome cap with a feather, stepped forward and kissed me on the mouth.
I told him to let me down and allow me to pass through the forest. I said that they were heathens to go around capturing people like this. They all laughed.
The man in the green, who was actually quite handsome, lowered his bow to the ground and stood glaring at me. "This really is a prize catch," he said. "I'm sure we could ransom her off for a fair amount. There's nothing quite so noble as robbing the rich and giving to the poor. This girl looks rich and we surely are poor," he laughed.
"Are you rich?" he asked me. I told him that I was but a poor orphan on my way to Berwick Castle to find a home. He seemed quite unhappy about me being an orphan.
"Well if you're not the daughter of a rich lord or even a prince then you are quite useless to us. Just tell me," the man in green said, "how can it be that one as lovely as you is without home or family?"
I told him my sad story and he seemed to understand. "But then what can we do with you?" he asked.
"Robin," a fat man in a friar's frock stepped forward. "I understand these wenches of convent lust quite well. We can take our fair share of her body, that is for certain. If it is indeed true that she was raised in a convent, then we can be sure that she is a lusty wench."
"You might have a point there, Friar Tuck," Robin said. "Yes, as true as my arrow flies I know I can count on your mighty cerebral judgment."
"Aye, master," another fat man with a long staff stepped forward and announced. "The friar's mind is as large and full of wisdom as his fat gut is full of ale."
"Hush your mouth, Little John," the fat friar snapped. "You are no skinny knave yourself."
I told them that I wished they would stop arguing and figure out what they wanted of me. I wanted to be on my way, and hanging upside down in the forest was certainly impeding my progress.
"We are in need of some physical pleasure, young damsel," Robin said with a sick grin on his face. "It has been terribly long since we have met up with a woman. Surely there has been none so fair as you. The sheriff who polices this forest has managed to keep most visitors away. He has spread many ugly rumors about us. It is sad, but few venture into our neck of the woods." As the man began to remove my clothing, I knew right away what he had decided to do with me.
While hanging naked from my feet in the forest, the band of horny men looked at my precious body as though they had never seen a fair woman before.
Robin touched my titties and ran his hand over my blonde down covered sex. I couldn't help but enjoy the sensations. But as I was so high in the sky, he had to reach up to touch my snatch. He ordered me to be lowered to just above the ground.
This accomplished, I hung only several inches above the soil. My lovely blonde locks were dragging in the dirt. It was really a shame since I had but just washed it a few days earlier. Oh, well, such is life.
Robin pulled an arrow from the quiver on his back, and ran the feathers at the end of the arrow over my snatch. I quivered with excitement as the soft robin's feathers tickled my imagine. I was feeling giddy from hanging upside down and the added excitement of having my cunt tickled by feathers spun my head around. It was so very exhilarating.
Robin put his arrow away and leaned down to kiss my snatch. His tongue dashed around in my sex and licked the soft cuntal lips which flapped around his tongue and gripped him firmly.
He sure knew how to use that tongue of his. I was going crazy with pleasure. My clit throbbed with hot lust and juices bubbled about in my young pussy.
"Oh, fuck me, fuck me," I remember begging Robin. He liked the way I asked for it. He called me a sexy little wench and pulled his britches down. I was amazed how nice his erect cock looked. It was as straight as an arrow.
I reached up and took Robin's erect cock firmly in my hands. Oh, my, do I sure remember how hot and big it felt in my greedy little hands. I was quickly becoming a perverse young lady. There was so much excitement in the faces of Robin and his men. I was thrilled by the power I exercised over them.
Robin put his cock inside my cunt hole and began to fuck me. It was so very nice the way he used his tool to slide along all the walls of my hot box. I was going crazy with pleasure as I discovered areas of my pussy that I had never felt before.
This Robin was a master. I learned to truly enjoy being fucked while I hung upside down. In later years, I would often request this position specifically. It always aroused gentle mirth and wide girth in my lovers.
While Robin fucked me in the cunt, the friar walked around to the other side and pulling his dress up around his waist, he jammed his sex pole against my anus. Oh, my that was wonderful. To be double fucked with flesh was a new treat, indeed.
Little John opened his britches and pulling his thick cock out, knelt and pressed it to my succulent lips. It tasted warm and cheesy as I licked the surface clean of the smegma that had collected over the years.
Little John thrust his cock into my mouth and the three of them fucked me for many minutes while the rest of the men looked on in amusement. They couldn't wait to take their turns.
It was glorious to have all three orifices filled simultaneously. My body had become a singular instrument of sex. I felt then that I was born to fuck. That this was my true mission in life.
They all continued to fuck me until their balls burst with joy and juice. Robin's hot come filled my snatch while the friar's filled my ass. And Little John, who was not so little, squirted a generous amount of thick, hot, white juice in my mouth. I swallowed it hungrily.
After the three men had pulled out of me and sauntered off to drink ale beneath a tree, the next crew took over. I must have been fucked in the mouth, ass, arm pits, breast cleavage and cunt at least thirteen times that afternoon.
I was totally exhausted and fully relieved of all my sexual tensions after I was finally cut down from the tree. We all had a glorious party in the woods following the all day fucking orgy.
We ate rabbit and venison that were cooked over an open fire and drank mead and ale, which the thieves had procured from a tavern in a nearby village.
The men all told me that I was a courageous girl and that they'd be proud to have me join them. I knew, of course, that they only wanted me for my body.
But I played along with them, thinking that the best way to make an escape was to be on friendly terms with them.
I told them that I'd gladly join them. After more drunken celebration we all fell asleep. The next morning, Robin tried to teach me how to shoot an arrow through the sky.
We practiced all morning and by early afternoon I was quite a good bows woman. Of course, I wasn't nearly as good as Robin. All morning he kept splitting arrows. I couldn't believe how brilliant he was. He could split an arrow with another arrow at will. It was amazing.
I made love with Robin that afternoon in the woods. It was lovely. He fucked me tenderly and I felt as though he was really in love with me. I knew it would be an evil omen upon his shoulders for him to love me. I tried to warn him, but his love was too passionate for me. I couldn't cool him off.
He fucked me so well. His cock slid into my pussy and ass with such fullness and deep love. And to think that he was thought of as a cruel bandit and desperado. He was none of those things. He was loving and sympathetic. Perhaps he was a bit too swashbuckling in his outlook on life, but Robin was deep down, a sensitive and feeling man.
Still, I knew that I had to be on my way. To tarry is to miss one's ship in life, Father Paul used to tell me. I had never known a purer heart to exist than Father Paul's. He had died for me out of love. All the other men who ever had contact died violently as well. But they died because of me, not for me. There was a big difference. I had trusted Father Paul. I never really ever trusted another man since.
That night, while the men were sleeping soundly, I took my bow and arrows and snuck off. No one heard me and by morning I was nearly out of the woods.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was a lovely morning as I emerged from the woods and wandered down the path towards Berwick Castle. Sadly, I was to learn later that not more than a week had passed since my leaving Robin and his men, that the Sheriff of Nottingham had captured the band of desperados.
They were all hanged. How sad. More proof, I am afraid of the affliction of the soul which seems to follow me around like a dark shadow cast over my life. Along the way, I encountered a most unusual man. He was riding down the road on a rather old and shabby looking gray donkey. The man was equally as strange.
As he drew closer I saw that he was a most remarkable little man. He was dressed entirely in black. He wore long capes that draped over the ass and on his head he wore a pointed black cap. There were moons, suns and stars embroidered on the black cap. He looked to be a most curious and great little fat man. He lifted his cap to me and we greeted each other. He slid off the ass and pulled a basket down. He offered to share his lunch with me. This seemed most kind, and so after he had tied his animal to a tree we went off and sat beneath the shade of an old oak.
He was the most charming man I had ever met. And so very unusual.
He introduced himself as Moyle the Magician and he said that he had recently left the court of King Andrew of Scotland. I asked him what was the function of a magician.
I was unaware of what a magician was.
He said that he had served many kings in many lands. Moyle told me that he interpreted dreams, read the stars and told the future to many noblemen. He was surprised that I had never heard of him. He said that his knowledge of the Holy Grail was famed throughout the land.
I asked him what was the Holy Grail. He told me that rumor had it that the cup from which Christ drank at the last supper was supposedly brought to England and buried. It was the quest of all knights of the round table to find the cup for King Arthur.
Now, Moyle had been kicked out of the court of Arthur because of petty court intrigue. At least that is what Moyle said. The funny little man told me that he had traveled to the castle of King Andrew to fill a vacant position for a court magician. Moyle said that Arthur had ejected him in preference for a magician named Merlin, an old rival of Moyle's.
Moyle spoke in harsh tones about his colleague, Merlin. He said that Merlin had plotted against him because it was Moyle who alone knew the whereabouts of the Holy Grail.
And that is why he had left the court of King Andrew. He said he was off to retrieve the Holy Cup and present it in victory to the court of Arthur. He said that this was revenge against Merlin, whom he thought would be kicked out of Arthur's court to welcome in the new, mightier Moyle.
My head spun with all this talk of court intrigue and royal lunacy. I was to learn later just how crazy these royal persons and their court of cronies could be.
I asked Moyle if he would tell me my future. He winked at me and said he would do it but only for a price. I asked him what he wanted of me. I certainly couldn't imagine what a man like him could want from a girl like me. "For the pleasures of your body," he said, "I will gladly tell all."
I warned him that there was an evil curse on me because of Sister Serena, my mother, and he told me not to worry about it. He said that his power was stronger than even the power of Lucifer. This kind of talk frightened me.
We ate lunch first. It was a delightful meal of fried chicken and fresh fruit, which we washed down with warm ale. After we were quite satisfied by the fare, the strange magician asked me to remove my clothes.
I thought that he wanted to fuck me before he told me my future, but that was not the case. He explained that he needed to see my naked flesh in order to see into my true soul.
I could tell that this was only partially true, because after I had removed my clothing I could see that he had a huge hard-on.
Moyle the Magician climbed between my thighs and spread my legs. He looked up my cunt and grew quite serious.
"You do indeed have an evil snatch, wench," he told me. "It is quite clear to me that your cunt has been the depository of much evil seed. "Luckily for me," he went on, "my cock is my own faithful wand. With it, I can protect my body from the evil blackness that shrouds your soul."
"Is there no way that I can escape this shadow of doom that follows me about?" I asked.
He spread my ass-hole open wide and spoke. "Your ass as well has been filled with the seed of evil doom. You are under a most heavy curse, young lady. It is certain that you were born under the very mark of Satan himself. Your mother's sins have indeed been visited upon you."
I was shattered by this doomed pronouncement. He had me open my mouth and while he caressed my tits he looked down my throat. "The curse will last a lifetime my dear," he told me. "But fear not, because although many will suffer from having carnal knowledge of your sin-ridden flesh, you will be redeemed in the end. That is all I can tell you. And now, we will make love."
It was heartening to hear that there was some hope for me. I truly hoped that the kind old man wouldn't suffer because of what he was about to do to me. The rest of my life I would have the strangest feelings about making love with both men and women. When I would look in their eyes while they fucked me, I would see death.
The magician removed his robes and cap and he really looked quite loveable in a fat and merry way. I was always quite fond of corpulence in men. It made them seem so cuddly and loveable.
Moyle had a rather large member. As I took it into my mouth I was surprised how quickly it pulsated. He was obviously quite excited to be having me suck him off.
His hairy balls rested against my chin as I covered his cock with soft kisses, caressed it gently with my tongue and sucked it wildly. I alternated between rubbing his nuts with my hands and sodomizing his ass-hole with my finger, He really seemed to enjoy the way I made him feel. He was panting and moaning with joy as I worked over his sex organs with mouth and digits.
After fucking my mouth for some time, Moyle withdrew his sex wand from my oral canal and placed it between my little titties. He squeezed my tit flesh tightly together so that it sandwiched his meat and he thrust himself back and forth between my pleasure swollen mammary glands.
He really did seem to want to fuck me in every way possible. What an imaginative man. It felt lovely to have a cock between my little titties. It felt so hot and loving.
After he fucked me between the tits for awhile, he pushed the head of his cock into the hot moisture of my arm pit. I closed my arm down on his cock and he moaned with joy as his meat grew wet and hot. He switched to the other arm pit and reproduced the sensations. It was divine.
Next, he slid down between my thighs and pushed his wet, warm mouth to my hot sex. His tongue slid over my furry mound and down into the soft cunt flesh. Oh, it was heavenly, to say the least. His mouth was truly well educated. His tongue slid deeply into my fuck hole and he alternated between sucking my cunt and flicking his tongue against my clit.
I was trembling on the brink of orgasm. He replaced his tongue with his sturdy sex wand and it felt magnificent. He pushed it in and out of my hot sex hole and I tightened my cunt.
Oh, it was so wonderful. I remember the exact sensations of how Moyle fucked me. His cock slid powerfully in and out of my snatch and I was completely exhilarated.
I reached down and began frigging myself and Moyle withdrew his cock from my cunt and pressed it against my shit hole. Oh, it was wonderful to feel his hot meat enter my lust hole. I loved Moyle to bugger me. I could tell he was a man who liked to ride an ass. I shoved his hard cock into my ass with great care. He knew how to keep the tool at just the right angle of entrance so that I felt no pain. It was sheer joy what I felt in my rectum.
Just as my fingers frigged my clit to orgasm, Moyle shot a hefty load of thick come into my ass. It was so hot and lovely and pleased my ass so very much as it bathed me. After he was finally through exacting payment for his fortune telling, Moyle withdrew his hefty instrument from my ass-hole and we lay together under the shade of the oak tree and recovered our senses.
Moyle apologized for having to fuck and run, but he said he had to hurry to uncover the grail before any of his competitors could beat him to the prize.
I told him that I finally had to stop short as hunger and thirst overcame me. I found a brook from which to drink but there was no food in sight.
Suddenly I saw a fox dash across the road. I had no idea whether a fox would make good eating or not, but I was too hungry to think about it. The tiny furry creature was sitting beside the road resting. I took an arrow from my quiver, placed it in the bow and pulled the string of deer gut back as far as I could. I aimed and released the arrow. It shot true, and the fox dropped dead with an arrow between his eyes.
Suddenly, I heard the blast of a trumpet and many men and women, dressed in red and black and astride horses, appeared from out of the forest. The riders encircled the dead fox and stared down at it with anger. The barking dogs tried to take the fox in their mouths, but the hunters prevented them.
A tall, gallant looking man spotted me and cantered his horse to my side.
"And who do you think you are to disrupt my fox hunt, knave?" he asked of me with a bitter tone to his voice.
I pulled the cap from my head and my long golden locks fell out to reveal myself as a girl. He looked astounded. "A girl," he observed. "And where did you learn to shoot an arrow so true?"
I told him how I had learned my marksmanship with Robin of Nottingham forest.
"Oh, and so you are a friend of that scoundrel, Robin Hood?" he looked at me through judgmental eyes. "The last I heard of that thief, he was operating out of Sherwood Forest. I guess he's had to move his operation to escape the reach of the law. But he will pay.
"In any case," the noble looking man said, "he has taught you well the use of the bow. I could use you as a hunter. Come with me and I will pay you well for your services as a bows woman."
This sounded tempting to me.
I knew, of course, that he had plans for me other than shooting animals with my trusty bow and arrow.
He stretched his arm out to me and pulled me up behind him on the horse. He was magnificently strong.
He introduced himself to me as the Lord of Grey. He said his estate was nearby and that I would find my stay in his household to be quite pleasant. He even offered to pay me for my services as a hunter.
I looked at him for a moment, trying to figure out what kind of man he was. His hair was gray, but he didn't seem old. He looked more like what I learned later was called a country gentleman.
He explained that he was lord over many serfs, in many counties besides our own. I took this to mean that he was quite wealthy, though he never called attention to it.
As we rode off to join the others, I felt a strong attachment and attraction for this gray-haired, mustachioed country earl. When we joined the others, he introduced me to his wife, Lady Jane.
She really did seem to be the proper wench one would expect to be married to a country earl. Her clothes and boots were immaculate. So was her face. She had that look of elegant and wealthy refinement about her.
Her face was quite pale and there was a certain frail quality about her. Lady Jane's eyes were a soft brown, which contrasted well with the dark brown hue of her hair. Beneath her derby, her shiny locks hung down to her waist.
She smiled at me in a way similar to the earl's. I knew that they were both somehow linked together in a highly perverse relationship. I sensed, and rightly so, that it wouldn't be long before I joined them in their debauchery.
I was really impressed with the Earl of Grey's estate. It was composed of a number of houses, barns and a magnificent stables. There were many servants and serfs in the employ and ownership of the earl.
That night, the earl, Lady Jane and myself dined together. Lady Jane had loaned me some of her clothes, and I couldn't believe how well I looked in the looking glass in my room.
They had provided me with a lovely room to myself, which was situated quite close to their own. The dinner was superb. The servants brought in so many courses, that I had difficulty in selecting what to eat. There were roast ducks, geese, chickens and pheasants. In addition, I had to choose between venison, wild boar, elk, beef and even the little fox I had shot was skinned and broiled. I decided to taste a bit from each of the fine cuts of meat and fowl. I ate several different types of vegetables and washed it all down with a generous helping of lovely white wine, which the earl said came from his own vineyard.
For desert we had plum pudding with tea brewed from his very own tea leaves imported from Ceylon.
While we ate our desserts and sipped our tea, several jugglers and a jester came in to entertain us with ribald tales. It was all so much fun. I couldn't believe how fortunate I had been since leaving the convent.
Everything just seemed to be going my way again. Perhaps it was true that whoever lusted for me suffered, but I didn't really care any longer. It was too lovely to just enjoy the new adventures that came my way. With every new adventure, I came closer to my dreams of comfort and happiness.
And after the evening's entertainment, the earl and Lady Jane asked me to come to their chambers with them. I sensed that they were about to ask for payment for the evening's pleasures.
Their bedroom was so magnificent that it almost is impossible to describe the decor and its richness. There were embroidered tapestries and animal fur rugs everywhere. A huge fire raged in the fireplace and the earl poured goblets of brandy for us.
We sat before the fire and talked while we sipped our brandies. It didn't take long before my head began to spin from the brandy. We all were dressed so well and looked so refine that I knew I was in the midst of divine decadence.
Before I knew what was happening, the earl was unbuttoning my blouse. I knew that they wanted me for my hot sex and I didn't mind at all. I lay down on a bear skin rug and allowed them both to take my clothes from me. When I was quite naked, they marveled at my beautiful looks and sensuous body.
They both covered my body with sensuous kisses and our sexual temperatures were really rising fast.
I began to unbutton Lady Jane's dress. She was wearing an unbelievable number of garments. Under her colorful dress were several layers of slips and corsets, bloomers and underwear. When at last I had uncovered her, I was surprised how beautiful she was. Her skin was pale and lush and her titties full, with ripe brown nipples.
Lady Jane's pubic patch was dark and luxuriantly covered with black curly hair. I have never lusted for a woman before her. Sure, I had experiences with the nuns at the convent, but I never really enjoyed it. Let's say, almost never. Both Lady Jane and myself removed the clothes from the earl. He was a magnificent specimen of a man. His muscles bulged and so did his large cock.
When we were all naked before the fire, we began to kiss and caress each other. Oh, I remember how lovely it was. The earl kissed me passionately on the mouth, and the woman kissed me tenderly on the pussy. I fondled their genitals while they did this. It was so terribly romantic to carry on before the fire.
I put the earl's cock in my mouth and sucked it with pleasure. It filled my oral cavity completely with wondrous sensations.
He was going crazy with ecstasy as I sucked his hot cock and fondled his balls. He scooted over my face so that so that I could take him completely inside my mouth. I moved my mouth from his cock every now and then so I could shove my tongue up his ass. He really liked that.
I would even suck his nuts, which drove him mad with desire. Between the sucking of his cock, balls and ass-hole I think I drove him nearly out of his mind with hot lust.
I was also supremely enjoying the event. Lady Jane had a firm grip on my cunt with her mouth. She sucked my clit until I could hardly breath because of the heat that filled my loins.
I gasped for air, and that was precisely when the earl shot his load of come into my mouth. I swallowed his hot come and it flowed gently down my throat.
It was at this moment that my cunt exploded with passion. It was a supremely exciting orgasm for me. All the muscles in my young pussy ached with joy. My clit pulsed to a sweet rhythm that was exquisite beyond description.
Before I knew what was happening, the two wealthy lechers had turned me over on my belly and they were squabbling among themselves over who would get to pay attention to my little anus.
They compromised and decided to share the prize. Lady Jane kissed my anus passionately. Sweet sensations filled my ass as her tongue darted in and out and around. She sure knew how to use her tongue in my ass.
But the poor earl was impatient and dragged Lady Jane to the side. He told her that he felt compelled to fuck me in the ass and could wait no longer. She scooted around and spread her legs before my face. I began to suck her cunt and ass while the earl buggered me.
It was such a wonderful experience to be sucking such a fine woman's cunt. She had apparently cleansed herself with sweet perfumed waters. Her cunt tasted unbelievably sweet. I sucked on her clit and darted my tongue in and out of her ass-hole and cunt. She was beside herself with joy. But she wasn't having nearly as good a time as I was.
The earl had spread my cheeks and pressed the tip of his large cock up against my anus. He was not the biggest man I've ever taken up my ass, but he was no small fry either.
As the earl shoved his cock up my ass, I slid my hand under my sweet, wet pussy and began frigging myself. Wondrous feelings of sexual release and joy shot through my genitals while the earl buggered my ass.
I squeezed my ass muscles firmly around his cock as he pumped in and out of me. All of the while I sucked on Lady Jane's cunt until she orgasmed repeatedly. She grabbed me by the hair and pulled my head firmly against her clit while her hot sex exploded over and over again with relief and joy.
My orgasm followed soon after. I could feel my clit pounding to a hot, sexual rhythm as my fingers brought me to orgasm. I was utterly lucky that the earl shot a load of hot come into my ass just as I climaxed.
What a sweet blending of hot joys as all of our orgasms blended. I couldn't believe how much the two of them were into sex.
It was glorious, to say the least.
After the earl pulled his cock from my ass, he immediately fell to sodomizing his own wife. She took his cock up her ass with great pleasure and the two of them continued to fuck into the wee hours of the morning.
I passed out from sheer exhaustion long before they finished fucking. I slept terribly well that night.
Early the next morning, the earl woke me with a kiss and led me to my room. He told me to get dressed because he wanted to take me hunting with him. I asked him about Lady Jane, but he said he wanted to ride with me alone. I guess there was some competition going on for my favors.
After I dressed, we went out to the stables and the earl selected a gentle horse for me. I brought along my bow and arrows and he took his hunting falcon, which he called Phoenix.
I was really looking forward to seeing how well the falcon hunted. We rode for several hours and I watched with keen interest as Phoenix brought down many game birds. Phoenix was a great hunter and it was amazing to watch him fly up and strike other birds in the air. He would bring them obediently back to the earl.
I managed to bring down several hares and a young deer with my bow and arrow. The earl was most impressed with my skills as a bows woman. I really owe that all to Robin, of course.
Sometime before noon, we stopped to rest. The earl helped me down from my horse and we rested on a field of soft grass.
He told me he wanted me to suck his cock. I didn't mind, of course, and reaching over to his britches, I pulled his hefty slab of meat out of his trousers and placed it in my loving mouth.
I fondled his balls while I sucked on his huge erection. He opened my own britches and was finger fucking me madly. It was then that Lady Jane approached on her horse.
She was flying along and obviously in a hurry to find us.
We ceased our carrying on and waited for the the woman to ride up. She looked angry.
"And why did you run off with Leona?" she demanded to know.
"We didn't run off, dear," he replied.
"Yes you did," she screamed. "You wanted to keep her all to yourself. What kind of fool did you think I was? I know you pretty well after all these years, darling. When there is young fresh meat around, you always want to keep it to yourself."
"That's not fair," he protested. "We just went hunting together. That's all there is to it."
"I saw you both carrying on sexually," she said accusingly. "If there is sex going on, I want to be included."
"Of course, you can be included," the earl said as he helped Lady Jane down from the stallion.
We all sat around on the grass with each other and I could feel the tension mount. It was obvious that these two were very competitive with each other.
Lady Jane was much more jealous than the earl, that was quite obvious to me. I couldn't wait to see how they solved their little war for my affections.
"I think I've had enough of you," the woman said to the earl. "I will return home to my father's castle and learn to live without you. I will find young girls for myself."
She turned to me and asked me if I wanted to come with her. I knew better than to choose sides. I could see that nothing good could come of my relationship with these two. I looked for a means of escape.
I sensed that the curse of the devil, which followed me wherever I went, had caught up with the Earl of Grey and his Lady Jane.
"You are a no good son-of-a-bitch," she screamed at the earl. "I can live without you. There just isn't anything more that I need or want from you."
"The feeling is-likewise, you bitch," the earl screamed. "The girl is mine. I found her first, and I'm keeping her."
Lady Jane slapped him across the face and a tremendous battle ensued. They tore at each other's clothes and the earl grabbed Lady Jane about the throat and was strangling her.
I sensed that a murder was about to take place. It was the same old story. Whoever fucked me seemed to be punished by the wrath of God for the pleasure of my flesh.
I just couldn't bare to witness this scene any longer. I jumped upon my horse and rode off at a gallop. I guess I stole the horse, but I just didn't think it mattered at that point.
I was to learn later, that the earl and his woman were as vengeful as they were possessive.
I rode for a day as fast as I could. I neared a small village where I decided to find lodging for the night.
I found a small inn and took a room. I had no money, but the inn keeper seemed interested in me so I told him we would make a deal.
He took my horse to the stables and fed it hay. He woke me later that night with much fear in his voice.
"There are soldiers outside looking for you, young lady," he said. "They say that a young girl who matches your description stole a horse from the Earl of Grey and the Lady Jane. They have found the horse in the stable and are at this moment searching the inn. Flee through the window and run to the edge of the woods. Wait for me there and I will show you the route to the Berwick Castle."
I was terribly angry that the earl and the Lady Jane would stoop so low as to send soldiers after me. After all the pleasure I had given them, too. It was just too much.
I leaped through the inn's open window with my clothes under my arm and landed on a pile of soft straw. I threw on my clothes and ran through the open field to the edge of the forest. I waited for the inn keeper.
It was quite some time before he arrived. He seemed very frightened by the soldiers. He told me that they were furious that I had escaped and blamed the inn keeper.
He said he narrowly escaped with his life.
He really wasn't a bad looking man, and I didn't mind that he wanted to fuck me. I warned him about the curse on me, but he was so horny that he would have fucked even Satan.
I told him it would have to be a fast one, because I didn't want to be captured by the soldiers. He promised he would be fast.
I pulled off my britches and leaned against a tree. He held up his lantern and stared with happiness at my snatch. He really was impressed with my young cunt.
I told him to hurry. He opened his fly and pulled his erect cock out in his hand. I allowed him to push it up my dry cunt while I leaned against the tree. I was much too nervous to get turned on and so my cunt remained dry while he fucked me.
He was trying so hard to get off, the poor fellow. I guess the dryness of my cunt was a bit of a turn-off for him. He was straining so hard to come that his eyes were nearly popping out of his face.
And then he screamed and I thought that he had come. But that wasn't why he had screamed. An arrow from a soldier's bow had pierced his neck. He stared at me in disbelief as blood ran out of his mouth.
"Where is Berwick Castle?" I demanded. I knew that it was just a matter of seconds until the soldiers would be upon us. He tried to speak, but fell dead. His cock fell out of my cunt as he toppled to the ground.
The curse had struck again.
I pulled up my britches and ran into the forest. I didn't know which way I was going. I just ran with all the energy I had in me. I felt sorry for the inn keeper. He had truly wanted to help me, I know. I wished I could have given him a memorable fuck before he died.
But he too, like everyone else that frolicked with me, wound up as a victim of ill-fortune.
CHAPTER FIVE
I ran through the bushes, and I ran through the brambles, I ran to the places where a rabbit wouldn't go. But the soldiers continued to pursue me. Arrows from their cross-bows and hand bows flew through the air about me. I could hear them whiz past my head. "Whiz, whiz," so very close to my young body. Truly, I was scared, for it seemed as if my life had come to a close.
I dived into the bushes and tried to hide. They were coming up fast behind me. I couldn't understand all the excitement. It seemed like a lot of concern just for a young girl. Sure, I stole a horse, but I left it at the inn. And besides, after the abuse I took from the Earl of Grey and Lady Jane, I think the. cost of a horse wasn't excessive payment.
"That little bitch seems to have gotten away," I heard one of the soldiers say. "The earl will have our heads for this. I heard that it's much more than mere horse thieving that this girl is wanted for. I heard that she killed Lady Jane."
And then I knew that the curse had indeed struck again. The earl had killed his wife because of me. And he was trying to place the blame on me. Oh, this wicked curse that my mother had placed upon me. I wondered if there would be any escape for me. I still wonder.
The soldiers searched all over for me. I knew that I couldn't let them find me. I would surely be hanged for murder.
After many hours of searching through the brush for me, they finally left. I am quite fortunate that they didn't discover me. They came close, but apparently the curse was continuing to protect me. While it destroyed all those who loved me, it protected me.
I slept in the brush that night. I was exhausted from my flight and in any case, I really didn't know which way to go. I thought that in the morning light, I would be able to find the road to Berwick Castle.
I woke up with the sun and set out through the woods in search of a trail. I walked for many hours until I nearly dropped from exhaustion. The farther I ventured into the woods, the more lost I seemed to become. I began to panic. The arrival of a summer storm certainly didn't help things much. As thunder and lightning filled the sky, I ran in search of shelter from the storm.
Rain was pouring down as I came upon a small wooden house deep in the woods. It was quite run down, but I was happy to have at least found a place to escape the rain.
No one seemed to be around.
I went in and looked around. It was obvious that the home was inhabited. I daresay, it was inhabited by more than one person. The mess was much too much for one person to have made. Upstairs, I found two huge beds. I figured it might have been a man and his wife who were no longer interested in sleeping with each other.
The woman of the house surely was a slob, I observed. Everything was in a mess. I decided to straighten things out. I dusted and swept, made the bed and even had time to put some food on the fire before falling asleep in one of the beds upstairs.
I was awakened not long afterwards by the sound of heavy foot steps outside. I leaped from the bed and looked out the window. There were two huge men approaching from the woods. They carried huge axes over their shoulders, and I assumed they were wood cutters by trade.
Despite their huge size, they did look rather cute. There was certainly nothing dangerous about them, or so I thought.
I ran down the stairs and awaited their arrival. They were certainly shocked to find me in the house.
It was apparent from the expressions on their faces and the bulges in their trousers that they hadn't seen a woman in a very long time. I tried to communicate with them, but they spoke a strange dialect of English, one with which I was not familiar. We just couldn't figure out how to communicate.
I was finally able to communicate to them that my name was Leona and that I had come a long way. They seemed most happy to have me as their guest. I think they were especially pleased to see how clean the house was and to smell the savory aroma of the stew that was cooking over the fire.
Since I couldn't understand their language, I just called them A and B. I told them in sign language to sit down at the table and I began to serve them dinner. They were really quite happy to enjoy my cooking. I think it had been a very long time since they enjoyed a hot meal. I guess that they worked so hard in the woods that they didn't have much time to think about cleaning house or cooking.
They were both so cute as they ate their dinner and smiled at me with profound gratitude. They seemed to both be in their early twenties. Despite their beards and unkempt manners, they did seem quite youthful and innocent. I hoped for their sakes that they wouldn't try to fuck me. I didn't want the curse to fall upon them as it had on the others.
After dinner, I found some spare blankets and made a little bed for myself on the floor in the bedroom. I was nearly asleep when the two men came to bed. I felt their eyes on me. I hoped that I would have a peaceful night's sleep. But I think that deep down, I knew that it couldn't be. My cunt told me that I was in for another whopping fuck session.
It wasn't long before I heard them begin to creep out of their beds. I felt a hand touch my golden locks. I knew that they were planning a little sexual fun. I really didn't blame them because I knew that I was a very sexy young girl, but I felt sorry for them, because I knew exactly what would happen.
They really were horny. One of them had lit a lantern and they were staring down at me with hungry eyes. They had removed their clothes, and it was quite an experience to be staring at their two huge cocks. They were really giants of men. I felt as though I had been through this once before, but I guess it must have been in a dream.
I knew that I would be exhausted following this ordeal. But there was simply no way to avoid it. I stood and began undressing. The way they stared at my titties and pussy absolutely gave me a fright. It was obvious that I was the first woman they had seen in a very long time.
I went and laid down on one of the beds and spread my legs. There was just nothing else to do. They did the rest. They both moved so quickly that I didn't know who was fucking what part of me.
They moved all over me. One had his cock wrapped in my hair and he was jerking himself off. The other fucked me in one armpit and then the other. Then they shifted positions, and there was a cock fucking my breast cleavage, then I took a cock in the mouth and finally, I was fucked quite vigorously in the cunt and ass-hole by the two huge wood cutters.
My God, was that a sexual free-for-all. There was come shooting everywhere. I must admit I enjoyed the fuck session immensely. I just laid there and let them do whatever they wanted to me. They sure wanted to do a lot.
After they shot their loads, they moved their positions yet again and began fucking me all over again. They must have had at least five turns in my cunt. That means I was fucked too much for my own comfort and too much for their well being. Surely the curse would strike them savagely. I was so exhausted from all this sex, that I fainted during the orgy. I guess all the pleasure was just too much for me. When I woke in the morning, I found myself completely entangled with the bodies of the two huge men. I was sore all over and covered with semen. I tried to arise without waking them. I wanted to make my get-away. It was obvious that I couldn't stay with them. I was really growing sick of fucking. That's all anyone ever seemed to want from me. It was all becoming quite boring.
Unfortunately, I woke them up as I reached for my clothes and they grabbed me. This time I tried to fight them off because I was much too sore and tired to put up with any more of this nonsense.
They over-powered me, however, and began thrusting their erect cocks against all my orifices once more. My pussy and ass-hole were particularly sore. They must have been sadists, because they wouldn't stop, despite my screams and protest.
The men stood me up and took turns buggering me. Oh, God, it still gives me a pain in the ass to think about it. The first two times were all right. I mean it didn't hurt too much as they fucked themselves senseless in my anus. But enough was enough. I was so sore already from the night before that blood began to run out of my ass as they buggered me over and over again. My rectum was totally filled with come and I felt bloated when they had finally finished with me. It was no better than being locked up in the dungeon.
I was so sick and tired of being treated like an object. I wanted to find one man who would love me and take care of me. These group sex scenes were much too exploitative.
After the men left for work, I was too exhausted to even get to my feet. My ass-hole pounded with pain. I managed to drag myself over a bed and collapse in sheer exhaustion.
It was quite late in the afternoon when I awoke. I didn't want to be around when the men returned. My body just couldn't take any more of their abuse. I went down to the washroom and bathed the dried come out of my hair and off my body. My pussy and ass-hole throbbed with pain when I touched them. It was difficult to even walk. I hoped that there hadn't been any permanent damage.
I had been hoping to stay around long enough to find directions to Berwick Castle, but I didn't want to see those two men again, let alone talk to them. All they would want to do was fuck.
My life seemed to be a living nightmare. I so much wanted to find a man to love me. Even another woman would do. It was beginning to seem to me that I would never escape the curse of Sister Serena.
After I bathed, I dressed and went outside. I wasn't sure which way to go, but since I didn't want to meet up with the two wood cutters again, I went through the woods in an opposite direction to where the two men had gone.
I wandered, quite lost, in the woods for some time before I came upon a little girl wandering down the road. She was dressed in rags, looking somewhat like a young gypsy girl. She was quite a good looking young lady. Her hair was golden like mine and she wore a lovely yellow ribbon in her hair.
She looked friendly, so I approached her with a smile on my face. I hoped that she would speak the same dialect of English as I and have some knowledge of the area.
Perhaps, I thought, she would know the way to Berwick Castle.
She returned my smile as I approached her and we began to talk. I was terribly excited that she could converse with me in my own tongue. She said she was going to visit her grandmother, but that the road to her grandmother's house continued on to the castle. She asked me to go with her. I was flattered.
I walked with the young girl for quite some time. She walked, and I listened carefully. It was so fascinating to listen to her; she was so fresh and alive. It was so amazing, because she seemed just like me, only in a purer sense. It was strange listening to the young girl talk of love, family and friends. These were all the things that Father Paul had told me existed in the outside world, but this is the first time I had truly encountered such things.
I thought about Lloyd Birch, the farmer, and his son Michael. There had been neither love nor friendship with these men. Certainly Michael had been a lot of fun to mess around with, but this was purely physical. It had been the same with Sir Gallant, the knight; Moyle, the magician; Robin and his men; the Earl of Grey and Lady Jane; the inn keeper and the two huge wood cutters. It had all been physical passion and lust which had drawn these people to me.
All of it seemed somehow to feed off the curse that followed after me. Damn my mother, that fucking bitch, whore nun. She had destroyed my life or so I thought at the time. Her sacrilegious affair with the actor, from which my bastard birth resulted, seemed as though it would be my nemesis.
Walking and talking with the young gypsy girl reminded me somewhat of the love that I imagined Father Paul held for me in his heart. Though I think what he really wanted from me was a piece of tail, in a way he really loved me.
At least I like to think that he died out of love for me. But all the other men and women whom I had sex with were doomed to the same fate. It was just a question of time before a violent fate met up with all those who loved me. Oh, such a curse to have to carry.
After we had walked for several hours, I asked the young girl to sit with me beneath a tree for rest. I truly was fatigued from the journey. It had been nearly a fortnight since I had set out from the convent. So much had happened to me since my flight. I just wanted to lay down and find some peace.
"Why do you seem so happy?" I asked the young girl. She untied the ribbon in her hair, and as it fell, I was startled to see that her golden hair was so much like mine. Her face was creamy and soft, like mine. And her eyes and figure seemed to be quite similar to mine as well.
"Well, I suppose I just have had a good childhood," the little girl smiled. "My mommy and daddy love me and so does my grandmother. That's why I'm going to pick some fruit for her on the way. She says that fresh fruit is essential for proper digestion. I guess when you are old, you need a little help from mother nature."
"Have you ever been in love?" I asked her.
"Hardly," she replied. "I'm much too young for that."
I thought about that. It didn't seem right that she would have such a nice life as a child. I had never had a childhood. As long as I can remember, I had been a physical object for the lusts of others. And now I found myself becoming just like the people who had lusted for me.
I was lusting for this young girl. I really wanted to see what she looked like without her clothes. I wanted to feel her lips against mine. I thought about how nice it would be to run my fingers through her long, blonde locks. I wondered if her nipples would be pink, like mine. I wondered if she would be able to have an orgasm.
My pussy was throbbing with passion as I watched the young girl. She was so very lovely. I had to have her. I was frightened by the intensity of my lust for her, but I had to give in to it. My head was pounding with passion and I felt myself becoming like a carnivorous beast about to leap upon a fresh victim.
She seemed to draw back from me, frightened perhaps by the intensity in my face. I smiled and tried to relax. But I was breathing hard and it was terribly hard to keep my eyes off her bulging young breasts and her golden legs, parts of which showed below her long skirt. The little golden hairs that grew on her legs seemed to cry out for my kisses. I wanted to lick her skin.
The young girl did really seem frightened when I slid up beside her and put my arm around her. I kissed her on the cheek and told her not to be afraid. I told her that I felt very close to her, that it was like love.
"But we are both girls," she said so sweetly and so innocently. "Girls aren't supposed to love each other in this way. Can't we just be friends?"
I explained to her that when two people feel strongly for each other that they should make love to underscore the statement of love. She felt that this was all just too strange, but I was adamant. I wanted to fuck this girl and I wasn't going to let anything stop me. For too long I had been a victim of others' lust. Now I had found someone whom I wanted to seduce.
I forced my lips against hers. She tried to pull away but I kept them fixed to hers. She was really struggling, but I wasn't about to let her go. I felt certain that after I had made love to her that she would understand. I knew that she would feel just as strongly for me.
I forced my tongue inside her mouth. It was wet and warm. My hands stroked the soft skin of her face. I kissed her entire face and neck. I licked her ears and blew softly into them. She was still fighting me, but I knew I was getting through to her. My hand went inside her blouse and I was pleased to find that her little breasts were about as formed as my own. I rubbed them affectionately and pulled at her nipples.
They became firm. I knew that I was getting through to her. My hands went into her arm pits. She was just sprouting fine blonde hairs beneath her arms. I rubbed it and she began to breath deeply. She was falling under my spell. It was amazing to watch this transformation between child and woman.
My free hand began to explore the softness of her leg. I ran my hand up along the inside of her leg up to the warm, fleshy skin near her pussy. She loved it. Her skin felt so warm now. I knew I was getting through to her. It was lovely. I was getting her hot. It had taken some doing, but the young virgin girl was falling under my spell.
I pulled one of her small breasts out of the protection of her blouse and began licking it. The flesh was warm and smooth and she cooed with delight. Her little strawberry of a nipple was puckered and seemed to be reaching up for my mouth. I sucked it and she began relaxing into the sexual spell. Her legs spread slowly apart and her pussy seemed to pull my hand like a magnet up against the soft, moistened panties that covered her sexual jewels. I wanted to see them, to admire them and give them my love.
I was ablaze with sexual hunger for this girl. It's like I wanted to possess her purity. I wanted to suck all the goodness out of her, to make it mine. I wanted to corrupt her. I was obsessed with transforming her into a little sex witch, like me.
I felt it happening. I knew I would be successful. What a sweet victory. It was such a rush to taste her youthful passion in my mouth. It was like sweet chocolate melting in my mouth. The saliva was running freely down the back of my throat as I lusted for this child. I took her blouse from her and lay it on the ground. Her chest looked so smooth and delightful. I ran my hands over her flesh and she moaned with joy. I pressed her tits tightly and she begged with her lovely eyes for more and more. She was burning with youthful passion. I wanted her so much. I was lusting with razed hunger for her.
I only hoped that she wanted me.
I took her cloak from her shoulders and cast it down upon the ground beside the blouse. I removed my own blouse and pushed my chest to hers. Our breasts touched. Heat and passion leaped from her breasts to mine. My groin ached for her. I was going crazy, but slowly. I knew I had to move slow, to draw her further and further into my sexual web. And then I would capture her and she would be mine.
I removed my boots and britches. She stared with her own hungry passion at my blonde covered snatch. I knew she wanted it. I knew that she wanted to touch her mouth to my cunt, to taste the hot sex trapped between my quivering golden thighs.
I reached over and unbuttoned her skirt. I slipped it down over her legs, along with her slips and petticoats. And there she was before me. She looked so very lovely in her nakedness. Just her little white panties to remove and then she would be naked and vulnerable. I saw several little golden hairs protruding from beneath her panties. My mouth was agape with passion. I could taste her pussy in my mouth. I took her hand and slid it up between my thighs until it touched my sex. I quivered with hot passion as her hand rubbed against my cunt. Hot juices trickled over her hand and her digits shined and radiated light from their glistening surface.
I pushed her fingers up into my snatch and then rubbed her hand against my ass-hole. I was shaking with passion and unable to speak. It was like the spell had sucked me into my own web. All my movements seemed to flow as if we danced some strange, erotic dance of sex. I spread my legs wide apart and pushed her fingers all over my sex. I grabbed two fingers and shoved them up my ass. My ass-hole walls clamped down tight on her fingers and I shoved them in and out of my ass.
I was burning with sexual fever for the young girl. I touched her cunt through the panties.. She was hot and wet. I pressed the flimsy material of her drawers up into the crevices of her cunt and into her fuck hole.
She was going crazy with hot lust. I pulled her panties slowly down her legs and off her feet. Her cunt was even lovelier than I imagined. It was the cunt of a young girl. It was smooth and firm and the hairs twisted and turned. Her cunt hole welcomed my interest. I cast two fingers up her snatch and felt them press against her tight little hymen. I bent down and kissed her cunt. She swooned with delight.
It was such a pleasure to be breaking in a new visitor to the shores of sexual pleasure. I was so elated to think that before we met, she knew nothing of sex. And now she was flowering beneath my caresses and kisses.
I found her clit with my mouth and kissed it tenderly. I took inside my mouth and sucked it. Her juices were flowing full force now and her legs spread wide to invite the ministrations of my hot, wet tongue.
She was begging for it. I could feel her clit swell in my mouth. She wrapped her legs around me and pressed her sex down hard on my mouth. What joy bathed my mouth. It was such a cornucopia of delight that lay hidden between the thighs of this tender child.
I swung her around so that her mouth was pressed against my own cunt. She mimicked my moves and began sucking at my clit and tonguing my hot fuck hole. I got hot real fast. We were both swooning and cooing and rocking back and forth with sexual joy.
And then she began to orgasm. It gave me so much delight to feel her release her load of sexual tensions into my mouth. As she screamed with delight and her orgasm took wings, her cunt lips quivered with hot lust.
And she was going crazy with passion. The poor girl was quite beside herself, really. I was afraid she was going to suffer convulsions. I had never known anyone to get off so completely on sex. She was like a little bird who took wings and fluttered about.
Her clit pulsated in my mouth. I ran my tongue lower and into her anus. She really liked that. My word, but that child could scream with passion. I was shocked and realized that she could very well become even more sexually depraved than I. Poor child.
I licked and sucked at her ass until I had triggered off another series of intense orgasms. The girl was truly beside herself. It was something truly amazing to behold. She quivered and quaked and her cunt exploded with hot passion. Her ass-hole clamped down on my tongue and I reamed her and fucked her with my tongue in the ass while she discharged and moaned with delight.
I slowly withdrew my tongue from her ass and switched positions. I was now laying on top of her. Her legs were spread and our blonde snatches were rubbing against each other with hot friction. Our tender clit flaps ground and rubbed with furious intent and at last I felt my first series of orgasms begin to explode deep inside me.
I looked into her eyes while I cunt rubbed her and was astounded by the transformation that had occurred. The girl's eyes seemed wolfish. She seemed totally immersed in the lusty, dark caverns of her hidden mind.
It turned me on terribly to see her thus transformed. It heightened my own orgasm which was just now exploding in my cunt. It was truly a wonderful orgasm, too. My whole body shook with joy and hot flashes shot through my system.
The young girl and I rested for awhile together and then I was overcome with the desire to violate her some more. Her eyes were still filled with the animal passion that had emerged while I was sucking her cunt. Every time I looked into her eyes, I wanted to fuck her again. It was like a madness that had taken hold of me.
I spotted a piece of smooth wood laying in the grass and picked it up. It would make a good dildo, I thought. I really wanted to pierce the girl's cherry and deflower her anus. It seemed important that she should be properly initiated.
While I frigged her clit, I pushed the smooth piece of wood into her cunt. As it pushed against her cherry, she moaned with sudden pain. But I didn't let that stop me. The more she screamed, the more I liked it. I pushed the stick up her cunt until she was loudly screaming with pain. And then I heard it pop.
Blood trickled out of the young girl's cunt while the smooth stick went deep inside of her. I frigged her clit with one hand while I fucked her with the stick, and soon she was groaning with pleasure. It was thrilling to have taken her virginity from her. I pulled the stick from her cunt and thrust it up against her ass-hole. She bellowed with pain. It was obvious that it would be difficult to get the object up her ass. But I persisted and it began to slide in. Oh, did she sure squeal with pain. My own cunt was flowing with hot juice because of the sounds of her intense carrying on. How utterly lovely it was.
I pushed the stick far up into her rectum. As I worked it in and out and continued to frig her clit, she was going crazy with hot passion. I knew I really had her now.
I was getting her higher and higher. There was no doubt about it. The girl was being transformed into a wild wench before my very eyes. I began cunt sucking her while I jammed the wooden dildo in and out of her ass.
She really liked it, I must tell you. It wasn't as though I had forced anything on her that she really hadn't, deep down, wanted. She' wanted it, and I gave it to her. She really wasn't so different from me after all.
While I was cunt sucking her, I noticed movement up on the mountain behind us. I squinted my eyes and saw to my consternation that the soldiers had followed me. My God, was I displeased by that. I felt certain I had shaken them from my trail. How was I to escape from them? This was really becoming too much.
I knew I had to do some quick thinking. I was growing tired of running and hiding. I had to get those bastards off my trail.
CHAPTER SIX
"Listen, darling," I said to the young girl. "You know how much I love you, don't you? I think that's obvious from the way I made love with you. If I didn't really love you, do you think that I could have given you so much pleasure?"
"I know you love me," she replied. "I want to go on playing with you forever. It really is wonderful to fuck around. You have shown me a whole new world of joy."
Tin really happy that you feel that way," I said. "But I think we should do something to prove our love for each other." I pretended to think for awhile. "I know. Let's exchange clothes. That will make us just like real sisters. Isn't that what sisters do?"
"I guess so," the young girl said. "I guess that would be all right just until we get to granny's house. We can change back before we get there. I think my granny would be confused. Besides, her eyesight isn't very good, and since we look so much a-like, she's liable to think that you are me. That would be terribly confusing."
I promised her that we would change back again before we got to her granny's. I told her that we should hurry and be on our way. She seemed a little confused as to why we should be hurrying, but just as the soldiers came up over the knoll that looked down on us, we finished dressing.
It felt strange to be wearing a dress. I had never before had such fine clothes on. I really felt just like a proper young woman. And the young girl looked just like someone on the run.
I hoped my plan would work. "Oh, look," the young girl wearing my clothes grew excited. "They sure seem to be in a hurry. Look at all of them running along towards us. Gee, I think they want to talk to us. Whatever could they want of us?"
"I wouldn't know," I said. "By the way, what's your name, honey? With all the excitement, I forgot to ask you."
"Oh, my name is Bonnie Hartman," she said. "What's yours? If we are to be good friends, we really should know each other's names."
"I'm Leona," I said. The soldiers were quickly approaching. Several of them had drawn their swords. Others had their cross-bows pointed towards us. I pushed my bow and arrows over towards Bonnie. "You better let me do all the talking, honey."
I hoped she wouldn't hate me too much for what I was about to do. But she had been free for so long. I had only been free for less than a fortnight and I had so much to experience. It seemed like it was just her destiny that she should be sacrificed so that I may live. I shuddered to realize that the curse was about to strike again. I suppose I could have prevented it, but my survival meant too much to me at this point.
The soldiers were now upon us. They looked angry and mean.
"Good day, kind soldiers," I said. "What ever could the matter be? You look so distraught."
They didn't answer me directly. They grabbed the poor young girl and began thrashing her. She whimpered and screamed with pain as they soldiers slapped her about.
"What is the meaning of this?" she whimpered as blood trickled from her mouth. She spit out two teeth. The soldier had hit her quite hard across the mouth.
The soldier in charge of the six others, spoke. "Don't act as though you don't know what's going on, Leona. You may be smart to have escaped us this long, but we have you now."
"What ever are you talking . . . " she was cut off.
"My name is Bonnie Hartman," I said quickly. "What did this girl, Leona do?"
"But she's not Bonnie," the girl protested with tears running down her face. "I'm Bonnie, she's Leona."
"Shut up you tricky little bitch," the soldier snapped and smacked the poor child across the mouth with his black leather gloved fist. He knocked out several more teeth and the girl's head reeled as she nearly lost consciousness. "We have a full description of you, Leona. And we also know firsthand how tricky you are. Did you really expect us to fall for your lie? Did you think that we would take this nice young lady away in your place." The poor girl couldn't answer, she was much too bashed up.
"What did this Leona girl do?" I inquired with a sweet voice.
"She's been ravaging the seven different counties with her evil ways for nearly a fortnight," the soldier in charge explained. "There is talk about her all over the south of England. Even in Wales they are talking about wicked Leona. She escaped from a convent where she was being held because of the evil curse that hangs over her. The nuns and the priests at the convent say that she is the daughter of the devil.
"And believe me, she is," the soldier went on. "She had destroyed many good people as she spread this curse all over England. I tell you, she is the daughter of the devil himself and she is going to be burned alive when we get her back to town. Already they are building a huge pile of wood and kindling. She is going to go up in hell fire this one is."
"What ever did she do to deserve such a beastly death?" I asked innocently.
"From the convent she sought shelter with a farmer and his son," the soldier said. "I hate to tell you what we found when we arrived at the farm. The father had killed his son, bashing his head with an axe. The father, Lloyd Birch was his name, was quite mad when we got there. We found him groveling about on the floor screaming hysterically and calling for Leona. He was right up a tree, that man was. He's surely ruined for life.
"And there is talk of the mighty Sir Gallant racing through villages with his lance, killing and maiming people," the soldier went on. "Can you imagine that? The mighty Sir Gallant turning against his own admirers. As he kills with his lance he screams, 'hail Leona, Princess of darkness.' Now you tell me if that doesn't sound like this little witch has sunk her talons into that boy. I'm afraid that he will have to be hunted down and killed before he totally devastates the land.
"And a mad magician named Moyle supposedly had a run in with Leona," the soldier went on. "He was captured running amok through the village of Essex attempting to cast evil spells on all the inhabitants. He kept crying out something about a holy grail or some such nonsense. He had to be beheaded as the town council thought he was much too mad to ever mix with society again. I tell you, this girl is evil.
"There are reports that Robin and his band of merry scoundrels have been rampaging the land killing and maiming as they go. I am certain that Leona must have spent time with them. No longer are they rallying behind the motto of stealing from the rich and giving to the poor. They are crying out for the blood of the most innocent. They have killed many children. They are quite berserk. The sheriff of Nottingham forest has sent out a posse to round him and his men up. Robin had been tolerated for a long time because he was a folk hero among the oppressed. But now he and his men have been poisoned by this evil little wench. Rumor has it that the sheriff has already caught Robin and his men and have hung them from the highest tree!"
I crossed myself to make it look good. "That is a terrible story," I said. "She seemed so nice and innocent. Why, to think that I was going to take her to my granny's with me."
Bonnie, who was being mistaken for me, was beginning to regain consciousness. She shot a hateful look at me. She lunged for me, but the soldier grabbed her and smacked her against he face. This time, he broke her nose. She screamed in pain, and blood gushed from her nostrils.
'Tilt your head back and pinch your nostrils, honey," I said in an effort to seem cute and nice.
"Don't waste your concern on her," the soldier said. "I've only told you the half of her evil ways. After she left Nottingham forest, she was taken in and shown kindness by the Earl of Grey and his woman, Lady Jane. In a fit of jealousy over the Earl, Leona killed Lady Jane and tried to kill the Earl as well. She even stole one of their horses to escape.
"And from there she sought shelter in an inn not but a few days journey from here," the soldier continued to drone on. I faked interest.
"We almost had her at that point," he said. "She had taken the inn keeper hostage and was trying to drag the poor fellow into the woods. Unfortunately an arrow that was meant for her, struck the poor fellow in the throat and he died. And what was really appalling was that she had been trying to fuck the poor fellow as he lay dying. Can you imagine that?"
I told him I couldn't.
"From there, we followed her through the woods to the home of two wood cutters who live deep in the forest," the soldier said with fury in his eyes. "We missed her there, too. But you should have seen the carnage we found at the old house. The two men had gone berserk when we arrived. They had turned on each other and were fighting like bitter enemies. They kept shouting for Leona. We had to run them through with our swords to put the poor blokes out of their misery.
"And you would have obviously been her next victim, Miss Hart man," the soldier smiled chivalrously at me.
"Oh thank you, kind squire," I told him. "If it hadn't been for you and your men I might have been driven to madness or a worse affliction by this monstrous creature. I owe you my life." I pressed my lips against his cheek in what I thought was a lady-like show of affection and appreciation.
"I better be off to my granny's now," I said with a smile. 'This girl is obviously quite mad, and you shouldn't listen to anything she says."
The young girl had regained consciousness once more. "But I'm Bonnie Hartman," the girl pleaded. "She is Leona. She's the one you want."
"You see?" I said. "She was already starting to talk crazy when you and your men first approached. She said she was going to use the bow and arrows to kill you."
"She lies," the real Bonnie Hartman protested. The soldier gave her yet another mighty whack across the head.
"Well, I guess I better be off," I said.
"You needn't worry about her, miss," the soldier said as I gathered up my red skirt and picked up the basket of fruit. "The boys and I are going to teach this young girl something about sex ourselves before we take her back to the village to be burned at the stake."
I smiled at them all and wandered merrily down the path. When it curved behind some trees, I kneeled and watched through the leaves. The young girl was screaming as the soldiers ripped her clothes from her. They were pulling their cocks out of their trousers and it looked like it was going to be a hot gang bang.
I didn't want to wait around, so I beat it out of there. I could hear her screams for quite some time as I proceeded down the path to her granny's. It was a lovely day and I was happy when I got out of hearing distance. Her screams really were grating to the nerves.
Yes, I remember how wonderful it felt to be strolling down the path in my new little red outfit. It felt nice to be wearing nice soft panties, petticoats, slips and a nice soft dress. The bonnet felt nice and it shaded much of the sun from my face. The cape flapped in the gentle breeze behind me as I walked.
It was a great feeling to know that I would now be forgotten. I was really free now. As soon at little Bonnie was burned at the stake, it would be complete. Everyone would think that the curse of Sister Serena was finally terminated. I was free at last, or so I thought.
It would take a long time for me to realize that the wicked curse of my mother could not be dispelled so easily. But for the time being, it just felt wonderful to be walking down the path, listening to the birds sing. Now that I didn't have to flee any longer, I could take my time to smell the flowers, and discover the world for the first time. I remember thinking how grand it was to be alive as I skipped merrily down the garden path.
After awhile I saw a little house in a clearing up ahead. Smoke was billowing from its chimney. It seemed so very homey and charming from the outside.
It made me think of poor Bonnie.
I figured that this was where sweet little Bonnie's granny lived. I put a big smile on my face and opened the gate to enter the courtyard.
I knocked on the door and a most gracious elderly woman opened the door. She squinted at me through her eye glasses. I knew I had to take the initiative, very fast.
"Granny, don't you recognize me?" I asked. "It's me, Bonny Hartman. I have come so far to see you with my basket of fruit and you look at me as though you don't know me."
"Mercy me," the old woman said. "I guess I'm getting senile, sweetheart."
I knew it would be okay.
She opened the door and ushered me in. There was a group of elderly women with her. They were playing cards.
"Don't let me interrupt you, ladies," I said with a sweet smile on my face.
"This is my grandchild, Bonnie," the old woman said to her friends. She picked up her hand of cards and resumed playing. I opened the basket of fruit and placed it on the table. I invited the old women to partake of the fresh fare. They all smiled and bit their wooden dentures into the peaches, pears, grapes and melon. They quickly forgot me and resumed their idle chatter.
It was really boring to listen to the old women carry on. They discussed their infirmities and the latest cures for arthritis and widowed loneliness which they suffered with.
"I hear that the barber in the next village is using leeches to suck the bad blood from arthritic joints," one old bag said.
"Oh, dearie," another one piped in, "that's been around for ages. Even Prince Henry is rumored to have leech cures."
My ears peaked. They were talking about Henry, prince of Wales. He was the figure head of the Court of Berwick. I knew I was close.
"Are we near Berwick Castle?" I asked.
"But you know we are," granny said. "I have taken you to Berwick Castle many times. Are you too growing senile?"
All the old biddies laughed at this. They went on talking about their ailments.
"I've found that a cup of warm mead at night helps me to sleep," an old wrinkled prune of a woman screeched.
I sensed that my new granny was watching me carefully. "My what big eyes you have," she said. "Now granny," I said quickly, "let's not go into that. I guess your eyes are really beginning to fail out. I want to speak in private with you granny. Can we go into your room?"
"My, my, child," she replied, "you are getting secretive. I guess you're just going through your awkward period."
"That's right, granny," I said. She rose from her rocking chair and I followed her into her room. There were piles of yarn all over the place. She was forever knitting, I suppose. The room smelled of medicine and tonics. The shadow of old age and death hung over the house. I wanted to be out of there.
"What is it my little girl?" granny inquired.
"I need to borrow some money, granny," I implored.
"What ever for?" she asked.
"Mommy and daddy have been fighting," I said, "and I want to go to Berwick Castle to get some fine material for mother and tobacco for father. I don't get my allowance until next week, so I would like to borrow some from you."
"You are a sweet child," she said. "How lucky your mother and father are to have such a thoughtful, loving child. Of course, I will give you some money."
The old woman pulled a small wooden chest out from under the bed. She opened it and withdrew several silver coins. She pressed them into my hand and closing the box, slid it back under the bed.
"Well," she said, "I really must be getting back to the card game."
"I will stay here for a bit to admire your fine yarn, granny," I said.
"Of course, child," she smiled at me. "Take your time. You know that my home is yours." She left the room.
I got up and peeked out the door to make sure that granny had joined the others. When it seemed safe, I pulled the wooden box out from under the bed and opened it. It was stuffed with bills and coins of gold and silver. I would be able to live in style for a long time on the old woman's life savings. I stuffed the bills and coins into a pocket in my dress and threw the cape over my dress to disguise the bulge. I wandered back into the room and kissed granny a farewell on the cheek.
I told her that I must be running off to Berwick Castle to purchase the items for mom and dad. I bid farewell to granny's friends and exited the house.
I was relieved to be out of the house with the loot. I beat a hasty retreat down the path. I figured that even when granny discovered that I had robbed her that she wouldn't send the sheriff after me. I figured a grandmother's love would be stronger than that. She would worry for me and even pray a bit before she finally discovered that I wasn't really her grand daughter, should that really happen.
I walked for quite some time on the path until I came up to a small ridge. As I came over the top of the ridge, I looked down upon Berwick Castle.
What a sight to behold. It was absolutely splendid. The castle was surrounded by a moat and there was a draw bridge and everything. Colorful flags flew from the turrets and I could see many soldiers and finely dressed men and women strolling about inside the protection of the castle walls. I wanted to be in there, too.
I spied a church inside the castle and a cold shiver ran through me. I didn't want to think about the church and how much I had suffered from it.
Around the castle walls, were fields full of corn, squash, beans and dairy and meat livestock. I would certainly be well taken care of here. I planned to find my way to the prince right away. I wanted the affections of only the most powerful and rich man in
Berwick Castle, and surely that was Prince Henry.
As I approached the draw bridge, I felt that I was truly entering a paradise. It was as if the curse had been lifted from my shoulders and placed on the girl who was probably being burned alive at that very moment.
As I entered the castle, I was overwhelmed with the beauty and riches that adorned everything. The men and women were truly dressed like wealthy people. There was gaiety everywhere. Mirthful clowns and jugglers danced about in the main courtyard entertaining for small coins.
Carriages carved with ornate designs and led by lovely black horses seemed to be going every which way.
There were candle makers, blacksmiths and coopers' shops everywhere. It was a hustling and bustling little community. No one seemed to notice me, taking me for just a harmless child, I suppose.
Groups of dashing cavaliers wandered past singing songs of their lady loves. Soldiers marched and horns sounded. And then I saw him. The prince was seated on a lovely white horse and his regal robes of purple and red were truly becoming.
He was very handsome, with a thin little moustache and a twinkle in his eye. On a horse next to him rode his wife. She seemed old and ugly. I knew that it wouldn't be hard to put myself in the prince's graces. He surely would be bored with this old woman.
In a small dark carriage beside them rode a bishop. He looked mean and churchly. It was an ugly sight for me. I hated to be reminded of the church's nuns and priests. I looked away from the bishop and spat on the ground.
I heard some women chattering about there being a masked ball that night at the Prince's home. I knew I had to go.
I rushed about the castle looking for a dress maker. At last I found a little shop that sold ready made, gowns. I selected a lovely black silk gown, cut low to expose what little cleavage I had. But that wouldn't be a problem. I would stuff the dress and tie a string across my breasts to create the illusion of a cleavage.
I left my red outfit with the dress maker and wandered off in my lovely new dress, which was filled out with additional petticoats. I really was feeling quite the lady fair.
Next, I stopped at the hat makers and bought a lovely white and black silk hat to go with my new dress. Next door was a wig maker. I bought a long curly blonde wig. My, I was becoming gorgeous.
And there was still plenty of money left in the small purse that I had purchased at the dressmaker's shop.
After purchasing a pair of silk slippers and stopping to have my face made up by a local beautician, I was ready for the ball. At least I was almost ready. I still had to find a mask. But that wouldn't be difficult. I found a novelty shop and purchased a black satin mask, really a very beautiful item, that was just studded with colorful rhinestones. It was great how the castle offered every kind of thing a person could ever need.
I stopped in an inn and had some beer and roast lamb. I suppose I looked a bit out of place in my fine clothes. The inn was mostly filled with cavaliers and a smattering of poets. Everyone was quite drunk. And while the dashing cavaliers boasted of their triumphs with women, the poets would spin lovely verse. They would sing couplets and rhyme to fair ladies in distant lands and spin verse that told of courageous knights riding forth in pursuit of unicorns, dragons and fair ladies, of course.
Oh, it was so very light and gay. I found myself getting rather drunk. I caught the eye of a dashing cavalier and he strolled up to me at my table.
He really was quite handsome, with a thin little moustache that curled up at the ends and a goatee. His long hair hung down in curls and from his three-pointed hat he wore the plume of a peacock. I felt an immediate sexual attraction for him. My cunt dripped with hungry desire.
"And how is it that we're blessed with one as lovely as you?" he said as he sat down at the table with me.
"I'm waiting for the ball to begin," I announced.
"But only the prince's personal friends and family are invited to the annual masked ball. And I don't know you."
I told him that I was sent as representative of my dear friend Sir Gallant. He was most impressed.
"Surely the prince will be most impressed," the cavalier laughed. "He is quite an admirer of Sir Gallant. And where is the courageous knight these days?"
"I believe that he has gone mad and is being pursued by soldiers," I said. "He is running amok maiming and killing."
"That's a pity," the cavalier said with cunning eyes.
"Well you know how it is," I went on. "After chasing dragons and so forth for too long a time, one does get to feel a little strain."
"Oh, I do understand," the cavalier said. "But since you are deprived of the knight's affections, I suppose you will be needing some manly comforting."
He certainly was a confident brute, I surmised. I thought I'd have a little fun with him. I'm sure he had caused quite a few women a lot of heartache, and so I figured I'd give him a little piece of my cursed ass.
"Yes, why don't we retire to one of the upstairs rooms and relax a bit together," I said. I planned to have a little fun with this over-confident young man.
He was quite happy to follow me upstairs to one of the free rest rooms. These rooms were really rather comfortable. There was a bed and wash stand and even a mirror.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and lifted my dress. I told him to eat my cunt. He looked quite shocked by my boldness. I'm sure he had never run across a woman like me before.
"Excuse me," he said, "but I'm not quite used to hearing a lady such as yourself talk in this language."
I laughed and told him that if I was too forward for him, that we would perhaps be better off if we just forgot everything.
That changed his attitude real quick. I pulled down my panties for him and he fell to sucking my cunt. He really did have a well trained mouth.
He ran his tongue up my fuck hole and I had the most delicious sensations flood my senses. Oh, it was grand. He sucked and sucked and nibbled on my clit until I was absolutely beside myself.
He shoved one finger up my ass and was really doing a fine job on my tight little ass-hole. Oh, it was glorious to be treated so well. There was so much affection in his mouth and fingers. How divine it was.
It didn't take me long to come. One orgasm just sprang from another as he worked on my cunt. Oh, it was grand. He then pulled the peacock plume from his cap and began stroking my clit with it. I was totally beside myself with joy. My clit exploded with orgasm after orgasm. Oh, God, but it was glorious.
After I had grown tired of coming, I thrust his face from my cunt and glared at him. He was terribly lustful.
"Oh, lady fair," he groaned. "Please let me fuck you. I am so hot for you. My hard cock presses so firmly against my trousers. It lusts for you. Let it fill you with hot pleasure and satisfaction."
I decided to let him have his fun. Pulling my dress up around my waist, I watched the handsome stranger pull his throbbing cock from his pants and aim it at my cunt.
I spread my legs wide for him and in he came. His cock disappeared into my juicy hole and my juices gushed around him. It felt divine as he shoved his hard meat in and out of my cunt.
I reached down and grabbed it from my fuck hole and shoved it up my ass. Oh, it was lovely in my rectum as it was thrust in and out. My clit throbbed with joy. His cock moved swiftly in and out of my ass. I pulled it from my shit hole and stuffed it back in my cunt.
God, was it nice to be fucked like this in both holes. He continued to fuck me like this for several minutes and then he whimpered and shot his load of come into my lovely pussy. He was so very pleased.
The poor fellow. The next day he was run through with a sabre during a duel over some woman's good name.
After the still living cavalier had pulled his tired organ from my hot hole, I cleaned my pussy off with a bit of bed sheet and replaced my panties.
It had grown dark outside and it would be around that time to make my entrance at the masked ball. How wonderful it was that I was sexually satisfied. That would make everything much more relaxed for me. I was really looking forward to meeting Prince Henry.
CHAPTER SEVEN
As I entered into the main foyer of Prince Henry's quarters, I waited to be introduced by the doorman. He was a most curious little fellow. Everyone was wearing a mask, of course, and so it seemed rather absurd that he wanted to introduce all the guests.
He leaned over to me and whispered, "and what is your name, my lovely?"
"You may introduce me as Lady Leona, friend of Sir Gallant," I said to the nervous little doorman whose face twitched as he leaned close to me.
"Oh, that is wonderful," he said. "Sir Gallant is quite a hero of both Prince Henry and Princess Anne. They will both be excited to meet you."
"Who is Princess Anne?" I inquired.
"But you must know that she is the wife of our fair and noble prince," the doorman grew excited and cast me a questioning glance. His eyes, through the holes in his mask, began scrutinizing me. I knew that I had to answer him with some intelligent, witty statement. I
"Oh, but I was just teasing you," I said. "Lady Anne and myself are dear friends." I wondered how long it would take me to get rid of the princess so that I could have Henry all to myself.
"Well, but, of course," he stammered. "Won't you enter the party Miss Leona?"
"Thank you," I said as I looked for the prince. I knew that it had to be the prince for me. No one else would do. I wanted the best. I had suffered long enough and now I wanted to be supported like royalty.
"Don't forget to feed your head," the doorman shouted after me as I entered into the main salon. I wondered what he meant, but a waiter passed by with a platter fully laden with glasses of champagne. I grabbed a glass and sipped. I was feeding my head for sure.
Everyone seemed so gay and light hearted at the ball. The costumes were truly amazing. I had never seen so many beautiful men and women before in my life. It felt like I was in heaven. Or was it hell?
The music was lovely. A soft blend of soothing music wafted across the dance floor. In the corner a harpsichord and several violins were being played with talent and precision. It was a dance number and all of the women lined up on one side of the room and the men on the other.
It was a minuet, the latest craze from France. I joined the line and tried my best to follow the moves of the ladies to my right and left. Men in imagine wigs and satin costumes came at me and whirled me around. We changed partners and continued to dance. Eventually, I passed to the far end of the line. And then the horns were trumpeted to announce the arrival of the royal couple.
The music stopped as did the dancers. All eyes were turned towards the long purple curtains that hung across the stone archways that led to the royal residence.
All heads were lowered in an informal bow as Prince Henry and Princess Anne entered the chamber. With them was a man wearing the costume of the Pope. Prince Henry and Princess Anne were dressed to the hilt in regal splendor. It looked as if God and Mother Nature had entered the room. With them came the Pope, of course.
"Look at Bishop Beckwith," someone whispered. "Why, he looks just like the Pope. What a great costume."
"Oh, look at the prince," someone else whispered. "He looks so cute with his little moustache. And he is so tan. I guess his retreat to the sea shore did him some good. Princess Anne doesn't look too good, however. It's obvious that the royal marriage is coming apart at the seams."
That was all I needed to know. It wouldn't be so hard after all to get close to the prince. But I worried somewhat about the bishop. I didn't like dealing with people from the church. I guess it was just my bad memories from being locked up in the dungeon for so many years. And there was surely something about this Bishop Beckwith. He seemed too wise and crafty. I would have to be careful with him. But maybe it was just my imagination. I would find out more about him later.
I was feeling pretty self-confident that night at the masked ball. I had enjoyed a good fuck with the cavalier at the inn and I was dressed to kill. How unfortunate that I really was. I knew that the curse was still with me. And it was the curse that kept me going. I was learning to like the curse. After all, it didn't cause me any harm. Indeed, nothing harmful ever seemed to come from it; to me at least. For sure, everyone else who came into contact with me seemed to suffer dreadfully, but as long as it wasn't me, it would be okay.
The prince and princess were dancing now and I got a close look at the princess. She was a pretty miserable looking wench. It was obvious that she had lost favor with Henry. It would be quite easy to come between them. I would strike that night. I felt it in my bones. Why wait? I asked myself. Tonight was as good a night as ever to put my hands on the prince.
I continued to drink champagne and dance until everyone, including myself, was quite drunk and gay. The princess was sitting in a chair being gushed over by all the fat court wives and spinsters.
The prince was standing off by himself watching everyone party. He looked somehow aloof, in a lonely way. He would be easy game. I strolled up to him and curtseyed.
"Good evening, your highness," I said with a seductive plea to my voice.
"Yes, and are you having a nice evening, young lady?" he asked.
"Indeed I am. It is especially nice to meet you," I gushed with false respect. "I am a friend of Sir Gallant, whom I understand is quite a great man in your esteem."
"But he is," the prince now grew interested. "And he is such a rascal that Sir Gallant. Many an evening we sat up quite late, the knight and I, talking about his heroic exploits. Great fun we had. But, any friend of Sir Gallant's is a friend of mine. When did you arrive at Berwick Castle?'
"Just today, your highness," I said. "How fortunate for me that I arrived just in time for the lovely party."
"Where are you staying?" he asked with growing interest. His eyes were glued to my customized cleavage.
"I thought I would take a room at the inn," I replied.
"But that's no place for a fine lady like yourself," he said. "Why, I hear that those who hang out at the Blue Boar Inn are nothing but scoundrels and rogues. No, it's not a good place for you. You must stay here at the royal chambers with me. I won't take no for an answer. I will have a servant prepare a room for you immediately."
His blue eyes gleamed at me from beneath his jewel encrusted mask. He was such a dashing, elegant prince. His robes were of the finest satin and silks and his bearing was most noble.
"Thank you, kind prince," I said. "It is most kind of you to allow me to stay with you and your wife."
He looked up into the air for a second.
"Oh yes, my wife," he said. "She is such a bore. We won't pay any attention to her unless we have to. Get my meaning?"
I nodded. Indeed, I had.
"Why don't we take a little walk?" I suggested. "It's getting a bit stuffy in her." I patted him on the cock. He smiled and led the way.
We walked outside into a court yard. The moon was shining and it was a warm and very romantic night. The prince put his arm around me. We stopped and he pushed his lips to mine.
I liked a man who took control of the situation.
I shoved my tongue into his mouth and he moaned with approval. I'll bet Princess Anne had never done that to him. Actually, I learned later that she wasn't all that bad in bed.
"My, but you are a little tart," he said. "I think I could have some fun with you."
"Please yourself," I said.
"I've been doing that for too long," he said. "I think I'll just let you please me."
This prince guy was sure a push over, I thought. I pushed my body against his and felt his huge erection pressing against my sopping wet cunt. I wished we could be rid of all the clothes that kept our hot bodies from touching.
"Prince, is there anywhere we can go to get out of these silly clothes," I said.
"First let me see your face," he said. He was really quite curious. He lifted my mask and sighed with relief.
"You really are beautiful," he said. "I'm relieved. You know, I met the princess at a masked ball many years ago. I forgot to look under her mask before I asked her to marry me. After I saw what she looked like, it was already too late to back out of the royal agreement."
"But she is really quite attractive," I said in all honesty.
He laughed. "I was only joking. Now, let me see. Where could we go where we won't be disturbed?"
I looked around myself and spotted a lovely fountain way off across the courtyard. "Why don't we go over to the fountain? It's a warm night and it might be nice to play around in the water while we make love."
The prince blushed. It was late at night, and quite dark, but I was certain that he blushed. How cute, I thought.
I took him by the hand and led him to the fountain. We kissed and caressed and he was really quite emotional. He was such an adorable prince. And I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he was going to make adorable love to me.
But I wanted to take the initiative. I wanted him to think that I was the greatest sex partner ever made. I wanted him to want me so much that he would never let me go. I was sick of running. I wanted to stop, to rest. The prince could offer me the best of everything. And that's what I wanted.
I pulled on the prince's trousers and they fell down past his knees. I pulled them off over his slippers. He kicked those off and I stared down at his hard pecker.
His cock was more than adequate for my needs. It seemed plenty long and broad. I couldn't wait to feel it inside of me. I pulled his shirt and capes off him and he lowered his multi-colored robes to the ground. And there he stood before me in his naked, royal personage.
It was glorious to have the prince standing naked before me. I rushed to get out of my dress, various petticoats and slips. He helped me, and then I was left in just my panties and my wig and hat. I went to remove my hat, but he told me to leave it on. I guess he thought that was kinky.
I pressed my body against the prince's and his cock slid up between my thighs. It felt so hard and hot. It absolutely drove me crazy. My young cunt was dripping love juice like a sieve. The prince didn't at all seem to mind that my tits were not as big as they appeared to be. He was sucking on my pink young nipples like they were royal jelly.
It was obvious that the prince was fond of young girls. I could tell by the way he ran his hands so lovingly over my skin. He was quite enamored with me. I felt the curse of Sister Serena falling upon him. It was glorious the way his body engulfed me in his hot passion.
His lips darted between mouth and nipples and his hand toyed with my sex-crazed anus while his cock rubbed up against my hot, wet pussy. Oh, it was something very special. I stepped up on my tip toes to allow his cock entry. He slid in my wet slit and it felt so very nice and tight. He really stuffed me. I rode up and down on his pole and sweet lush feeling enveloped me.
My cunt was quivering with hot delight and his finger was sliding in and out of my ass-hole. It was a nice turn-on for sure.
I pulled my cunt off his pole and knelt before him to take his cock in my mouth. His meat was slippery and goo-covered from my own sweet love juices. I slid my mouth over his cock and sucked up all the lovely juices. I began sucking him off and he was groaning like a bitch in heat. His ass was gyrating in a tense little dance as I sucked him. I took his balls in my hand and gave them a lovely little squeeze. My fingers sought out his ass. I shoved two" lingers up his ass and he moaned with approval.
I could feel the come boiling in his nuts and shaft. I pulled my mouth off his cock to let him recover somewhat from his hot passion. I wanted our little sexual adventure to last a long time.
He seemed disappointed as I unmouthed his cock. But as I turned around and bent over the side of the fountain, he was happy once more.
I told him to fuck me in the ass. I reached around and spread my cheeks to make things easier for him. He shoved a finger up my ass to stretch me a little bit, and then I felt the force of his cock pushing against my anus. He was big, but I'd had bigger. In it slowly went and I had a delightful sensation of fullness. I began frigging my clit while he ass fucked me. What a rush it was.
The prince reached around my chest and began squeezing my nipples and caressing my breast flesh while he humped me in the ass. In and out his hot cock pushed in my ass.
My clit was hard and hot in my fingers. I pulled it and stroked it and I could feel a beautiful orgasm begin to flower deep inside me. He was really groaning now. I could feel his cock pulsating inside my tender ass as he fucked me hard.
I knew he would be coming soon. It would feel so good to have his hot come shoot into my rectum while I frigged my clit until I orgasmed. My orgasm was drawing close. I only hoped that his ejaculation would accompany my own release.
It did. Oh, it was marvelous to feel his hot come shoot up into my ass. My clit exploded with delicious sensations just as his hot load exploded inside my ass. Oh, marvelous, and wonderful feelings engulfed me. I rocked back and forth, impaled on his mighty staff. My ass-hole was so filled with delight. It was a glorious moment for me. I pushed down on my sphincter muscles and milked his cock dry. His come flowed into my ass-hole and made me feel so warm.
I pulled my ass off his cock and jumped into the fountain. The water was warm and it felt good as I pranced around in the waist-high warmth and fluid comfort.
The prince jumped in behind me and while I was cleansing my pussy and ass-hole, he grabbed me from behind and I could feel his cock pressing against my sex. He was still hard. What a sportsman he was in those days. I didn't mind another go around. I loved sex and I didn't mind him knowing it. Besides, I thought that the more I fucked him, the better chance I had for finding a permanent position in his house as perhaps royal courtesan. Why not? I thought that would be a great role to play. If only the curse didn't strike the prince until I was ready to lose him.
I figured that the curse knew what it was doing. I knew that I would go on no matter what, so that as long as the prince fitted into the grand scheme of things, that the relationship would last.
His cock was slipping into my snatch from the rear and it felt so nice. I bent down low and let him fuck me until he was going crazy with lust. He was splashing around in the water like-a fish as he drove his manhood in and out of my pussy.
And then he exploded with another burst of jism, this time into my cunt. I pulled myself off his rod and turned around so I was facing him. I wanted to have another orgasm myself.
I reached under the water and groped for his cock. I found it and while it was still pumping jism, I pushed it against my clit. It felt glorious to have his cock pressed against my clit. I frigged myself with him for quite some time. My clit was getting hotter and hotter and soon I would have an orgasm. I could tell by the way he was groaning that I was causing him some pain. I guess his cock was over-sensitive from all the fucking. Pushing it back and forth across my clit must have rubbed him a bit raw, but it sure felt good to me. I could feel my clit getting ready to explode with another round of lovely orgasm.
And then it came. My clit thundered with passion and sweet, lovely sensations ran through my body. It was so very wonderful. My cunt dripped with juicy passion.
He was relieved when I pulled his cock away from my tired clit. I was relieved as well.
After that, we played around in the fountain. I splashed the prince and he splashed me. We were laughing and having a great time.
But then I heard the sound of a man clearing his throat. It was the bishop. I looked up at him and he had a most sinister expression on his face. But he looked at my titties with more than obvious interest. He would be difficult, I could tell. I loathed the thought of getting involved with a priest again. I knew that the bishop could only mean serious trouble for me.
"And do you think this is conduct becoming a prince of the realm?" the bishop asked.
The prince was somewhat embarrassed. "I think there's nothing wrong with having a little fun with one so loving and friendly as my new friend, Leona."
I didn't say anything.
"And what of Princess Anne?" the bishop asked. "Do you plan to make a total fool of your wife? What would the inhabitants of Berwick Castle say about this? You know how gossip travels in a small community. I beseech thee, Prince Henry to drop this trollop and think of your position. The religious balance of the entire south of England rests upon your happy marriage with the princess.
"If word leaked out that there were problems in your marriage," the bishop continued, "then a precedent would be set for misbehavior among our people. We can't afford to let that happen. Your marriage with Princess Anne has been sanctioned by the church. You rule in the name of Jesus Christ, himself. Please don't cast away this holy shield over the empire by carrying on with this young girl."
"I'll ask you to mind your own business," the prince snapped. "What I do in my private life is no concern of yours, Beckwith. And don't forget it. Now get back to the party and forget what you have seen out here."
The bishop bowed, cast me an evil look and turning, he returned to the masked ball.
"Don't mind him," the prince said. "He is a moralistic old fool. And I don't think he is even moralistic. I have heard stories of him carrying on with young convent girls. He is totally full of lies and illusions. But I suppose I must put up with him to keep the favors of the church upon my kingdom. The church has much too much power these days. If ever I hope to be king of all of England, I must play this game with Bishop Beckwith. It is the Pope who places the crown on the king. The church has much too much power to suit me. After I am king, I will take care of these matters."
I liked the way the prince talked. I felt safe with him. He obviously was the one who had the power.
"But what about your wife?" I inquired.
"Leave her to me," the prince replied. "The only way to make her safe is to include her in our little affair. I wonder how she will take to the thought of making love with another woman. It will be interesting to see."
That night the princess found out about me. She was less unhappy than I expected her to be. But it did take some doing to get her involved in our little sex scene.
The prince and I were already in the royal bed when the princess arrived back to the sleeping chambers. She had danced and sang and had a wonderful time at the party. She was more than a little drunk.
"And who is this in our bed?" she asked as she began removing her costume.
"Just a nice young girl for us to enjoy, my dear," Henry said. He touched my pussy tenderly. It felt nice.
"That could be interesting," she said. "She is quite a lovely young thing, and it's quite the thing these days to carry on with young girls."
"You're right, my dear," he said. "Let us enjoy this little gift from heaven."
'Tve never made love with a woman before," the princess said. "But I guess it won't be hard to learn."
I told her that I would show her everything she needed to know. It seemed like we were going to have a great time. I watched her remove her clothing. And there she stood in her lovely silken panties. She really was quite attractive and sexy, I thought.
Her hair was dark like the prince's and she had his blue eyes. Her breasts were full and her nipples brown and succulent. The patch of dark pubes between her lush thighs turned me on. I realized that I was very attracted to her. It would be great making love to a real prince and princess simultaneously.
The princess pulled the covers back and climbed into bed between the prince and I. Her skin was quite warm and we both snuggled up against her. She turned her ass to the prince and I began fondling her breasts and kissing her on the mouth while the prince fiddled with her anus.
I pushed my own hot groin against hers and it felt terribly hot and exciting. My tongue went into her mouth and she sucked it as though it were a small cock. Fire was jumping between our cunts as I massaged her breasts and sucked her mouth.
I reached down and stroked her cunt. She was hot and wet. It was so exciting to be seducing a real princess. I touched her clit and she jumped. I took it between two fingers and began frigging her. She reached down and did the same to me. It was so delightful.
The prince was just now pushing his hard cock up his wife's ass. She groaned with pain and it was apparent that she wasn't accustomed to taking cock in the ass. I frigged her hard and the delight in her clit soon overcame the pain in her ass.
She was humping hard against the prince's cock in her ass while I fiddled with her clit. We were all really groaning hard.
I turned about on the bed so that my mouth was next to Princess Anne's cunt. I began sucking on her clit and she pressed her mouth to my pussy and tongued me. She was learning real fast.
I could feel the orgasm starting to build in my cunt. It was the same for the princess. I could tell by the way she sobbed with joy and rubbed her cunt around in my face, that she was having a great time.
The prince was as well. He was getting ready to load his wife's ass-hole up with thick cream. He bellowed and then began thrusting his cock in and out of her ass with quick movements.
This only forced her closer to me and her mouth pressed with increased passion against my cunt. My clit pulsated madly as it grew close to that moment of lift-off. Oh, such sweet passionate memories.
Both Anne and myself were sucking madly on each other's cunts. We were really getting quite high. And then we both braced ourselves and screamed with intense passion as our orgasms flooded our senses. It was so utterly glorious. One orgasm grew from another and we shook with intense joy while the prince continued to milk his cock in his wife's ass.
After some rest, it was my turn to get fucked. I really was thankful, because there's nothing quite so nice as to be properly cunt-fucked and sodomized after a sweet orgasm.
I rolled over on my belly and placed a pillow beneath me so that my shit hole was pointed up in the air. The princess sat before me with her legs spread wide so that my mouth was in easy reach of her hot cunt. I licked her several times and she jumped around a bit in total ecstasy. I felt the prince's tongue enter my anus.
Gee, it was nice. He curled his tongue and reamed me out properly. It was so very nice to feel his wet, pink tongue sliding in and out of my tight hole.
And then his cock pushed against my ass. Oh, yes, that was nice. He slid his resurrected cock slowly into my ass and filled me up with sweet, lovely passion. I continued to cunt suck the princess while the prince fucked me senseless in the ass.
I was really quite delirious with passion as this sexual free-for-all continued to mount in tension and lovely sensation. I reached around behind me and pulled his cock from my ass and plunged it deep into my cunt hole.
Oh, what a pleasure this was.
His cock was so hot and gooey from having been in my ass. It felt delicious in my cunt. He pushed it back and forth and I got hotter and hotter. I could barely contain myself.
And then the prince shot his load into my cunt. Oh, God, it was damn nice. His hot come just bathed me in warm, sensual comfort. My tongue continued to frig the princess while I clamped down on Henry's cock with my cunt muscles.
He continued to pump in and out of my cunt, dribbling the last vestiges of his royal sperm, while I brought the princess to the door step of orgasm. Lifting her up on my tongue, I carried her across the threshold and she bellowed with lovely sweet sensations rushing through her body.
I was the only one left who hadn't orgasmed. I pulled the prince's cock out of my cunt and rolled over. I spread my legs and reached up to pull Henry's face down to my pussy. His tongue went to work on me right away. He sure was a good cunt sucker.
My clit was pounding in his mouth, crying out for release. The princess, who just couldn't get enough of my mouth, slid down on the bed and pushed her clit down on my mouth once more. My tongue was quite tired by this time, but somehow I managed to continue licking her and sucking on her clit. She was going crazy. She flailed her arms around and bellowed like a wild animal. I wasn't exactly being as quiet as a church mouse, pardon the expression.
The prince was making me squirm around with his mouth. His tongue was flicking against my clit and then rushing headlong into my come-filled love tunnel. He would come out of my cunt with a hefty load of come on his tongue and then use it for further lubrication on my clit. Damn, if it wasn't the nicest clit suck I had ever experienced.
I felt the orgasm begin to build inside of me. I put my hands on the prince's head and drove his mouth down firmly on my clit. I pushed my thighs tightly against his head and my cunt exploded with passion.
Wave after wave of glorious clit sucking orgasm swept through me. I dug my finger nails into his scalp, a little too passionately, I'm afraid, because he screamed somewhat in pain. But I really couldn't help myself. It was all just too intense.
Slowly the intensity of the experience vanished and we all relaxed somewhat and held each other tightly. It felt as though a true bond of friendship and sexual lust was being born between us.
It would continue for quite some time. And I was thankful for that. I needed some security and peace of mind. The bishop would do his utmost to destroy it all.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The time went swiftly with the prince and princess. My life flourished and I was more than welcomed by the upper classes and court members of Berwick Castle.
For many years there were no problems. The prince, princess and myself were all quite in love with each other. Every day was like a holiday. We ate well, loved well and life in general was a wonderful treat.
Twelve years passed before I realized it. Now I am twenty-five-years-old. It is so hard to believe that I have remained in Berwick Castle all this time. And what is stranger, is that the curse had yet to strike either the prince or the princess. I guess that they were still indispensable to my safety. But lately I've felt the presence of the curse as strong as ever.
It was my own fault for trusting the bishop. Bishop Beckwith had been so kind to me all these years. I know now that it was all a role so that he could find out enough about my past to destroy my relationship with Berwick Court.
I was a fool to trust him. All those years of smiles and intense interest in my happiness and well being had fooled me. He didn't really care at all for my happiness. He was jealous as hell about my relationship with Henry and Anne. He couldn't bear the fact that someone other than himself was so close to them.
Recently, during a bout of depression, surely caused by memories of my unhappy youth, I began to turn to the bishop for advice. What a fool I was.
He convinced me that my problems were of a spiritual nature. I agreed to take daily confession with him. As I sat in the confessional, I could hear his deep breathing as I told him about my youth in the convent. At times, I could swear that I heard him masturbating while I related my tale.
He feigned outrage as I told him how the priests and nuns at the convent had treated me. In retrospect, I realize that he knew more about the bizarre sexual practices of nuns and priests than I did. He was taking me for a fool.
Actually, it was worse than a fool, because he was slowly but surely setting me up for something cold and calculating.
I poured out my life to him, thinking that he could perhaps exorcize the curse of Sister Serena. I know now that the curse was much stronger than his powers of communion with God. I'm thankful for that. For if he had been stronger than the forces which protect me, I would surely not be alive at this very moment to write this memoir.
I shouldn't have been shocked when the bishop tried to use blackmail against me to get into my pants. I hadn't even imagined that the result of all his attentions would result in this.
He threatened to go to the prince and princess with the story of my childhood if I didn't cooperate. I was afraid that the royal couple would freak out when they heard about the curse. I had to give in to the bishop. It was like being back in the dungeon in the convent. I hated the daily sexual meetings he demanded of me.
My only happiness was the knowledge that the curse would sooner or later catch up with the pig. I shudder to think about the sexual abuse he heaped upon me.
The bishop would have me meet him in the church everyday after lunch. He would take me into his private chambers and subject me to the most humiliating indignities.
As soon as I was safely inside his private chambers, he would bolt and lock all the doors and shut the windows. He was terrified that he would be found out for the sacrilegious blasphemer he was. What a hypocrite he was.
He would have me strip out of my clothes and then tie me up to a huge wooden crucifix he kept in-his study. And then he would whip me with a chord of velvet. He didn't want to leave any marks for the prince and princess to discover on my lovely body.
After he had flailed me for awhile, he would pull his erect cock out from beneath his priestly robes and piss all over me. Can you imagine that? What a lecher he was.
After he would piss on me, he would slap my pussy. He really would hurt me. I had to stifle my screams. He warned me that if I screamed he would gag me and hurt me much worse.
I nearly went crazy trying to figure out a way to find revenge. But for the longest time, it seemed like he really had me over a barrel.
After slapping my pussy, he would suck my cunt. I like this part, even though he was always too rough. He would always leave my poor clitoris terribly sore. After biting and squeezing and pinching my poor little clit, it was almost useless by nightfall. The bastard was really ruining my sex life.
Only after I had orgasmed until I was ready to pass out, would the bishop finally get around to fucking me. By this time I was totally exhausted. My pussy ached with pain and I surely had no lubricating juices in my cunt. My entire being revolted against the thought of feeling pleasure from his cock.
We would fuck me in the cunt with his cock until he came inside of me and then he would leave me tied up, sometimes for hours, while he waited to get another erection.
Then he would take me down off the cross and tie me over his desk so that my pretty little ass was exposed. He would take the Bible in his hand and beat me on the ass with it until I was really quite sore.
As usual, I wasn't allowed to scream. I would just bite my lip and suffer. When he was through beating my ass with the holy book, he would pull out his erect cock and shove it up my ass. Actually, this was a bit of a relief from the flogging, but I didn't want the old bugger to enjoy my body. It really angered me as he panted and whined with pleasure while his cock worked in and out of my ass-hole.
At last he would come inside of me and after he was quite spent, he would untie me and let me go home. He told me not to mention any of our carryings on with the prince or princess. He threatened me with exposure as the real Leona.
My case had long since been put to rest with the burning of Bonnie Hartman. I was terrified that if the facts were known, that I would be burned as well.
My relief ultimately came when I fell pregnant. It was an auspicious omen, I knew.
Prince Henry had long since given up hope of ever bearing a child, as he thought he was sterile. He probably was. It was surely the bishop's seed that was growing in my womb. The child I am carrying now as I write these memoirs is surely a child of the devil himself. I know that the curse is working through me at this very moment.
This pregnancy has caused so many problems, I hardly know where to begin. The bishop, of course, knows that it's his child that I carry. But Henry thinks it's his. Princess Anne is truly upset because my pregnant existence threatens her own title to the throne.
You see, Henry wants to divorce the princess so he can marry me. He says that our child will be the future king of England. Unless we are married, he will go to his grave without a descendant to the throne.
The princess is terribly upset by all this. She, of course, doesn't want to relinquish her position to me. I daresay, she hates me terribly for the trouble I have brewed at Berwick Castle. The curse is surely operating now at this very moment.
Bishop Beckwith is most upset with everyone. He told me that if I dare to tell the prince or princess that he is the father, that he will have me murdered. Yet, he won't let the prince and princess divorce so that Henry can marry me.
The bishop says that since the marriage was approved and presided over by the Pope himself, that a divorce would be nothing short of blasphemy. He says that this would start a terrible precedence. I don't really comprehend the bishop's attitudes towards blasphemy. It seems to me that he is the biggest sinner of all.
To make matters even worse, I confided to the bishop, before he had really shown his true nature to me, that I had been keeping this journal of my life. He told me that he had to have this book. He says that the information in it could be very damaging to the reputation of the church. He has been trying to blackmail me into giving it to him so he could send it for safe storage in the secret vaults at the Vatican.
The book is the only thing I have to keep me alive at this very moment. I have been keeping this journal hidden behind some loose stones in one of the royal chambers. The bishop has searched all over for it and knows that the only way he'll get it is if I give it to him. And I won't unless he promises me safety.
Because of the book and my pregnancy, I am afraid I have caused quite an uproar at Berwick Castle. It really isn't my fault. It is the fault of the curse of Sister Serena. It is working this very moment to destroy all those members of Berwick Court who have loved me in a physical way. This is limited to the prince, princess and the bishop. I have been quite tame during these last twelve years of my life.
My main concern at this point is to ensure my own safety. I want my child to be born. I know that this is the only way to remove the curse from my life. The curse will surely be passed to the child, who will in turn pass it on to its child and so on and so on. In this way, the curse can go on for an eternity. I shudder to think of the black mark upon the future history of mankind as the evil seed in my womb continues to be passed down through the ages.
Somewhere, there will always be at least one person who is possessed by the evil curse of Sister Serena. I even shudder to think of the course of human history with such evil offspring populating the world.
Henry has been fighting Bishop Beckwith tooth and nail on this matter of the divorce. Princess Anne has quit speaking with me and now sleeps in separate chambers from Henry and myself.
The bishop tells me that if I give him this book for safe keeping by the Vatican, that he will arrange safe passage for me away from England. He says that my child and I will be allowed to live only under this circumstance. He says that if I should fail to give him the book, that he will have me killed. Thus both my child and me will be destroyed.
Only a fool would stand on principles when faced with such harsh choices. I informed the bishop that I would leave as soon as he could arrange passage for me. I told him I'd give him the book just before I left.
This put an end to my own worries. But the situation still remained the same for Henry and the bishop. They were brutally opposed to each other and the situation was being blown up into a subject of much discussion in castles all the way from Scotland to Wales.
The issue threatened to explode into a full-scale war between church and state. The curse certainly was strong.
I decided to take a short vacation to escape from the pressures of the situation. I explained to Henry that the turbulence of the court intrigue was threatening the health of our child. I said I had to get away. He agreed with me and arranged for me to spend several weeks at the summer residence by the sea.
The bishop was pleased to learn that I was going away. He said that the struggle between he and Henry would be eased somewhat by my absence. He also assured me that when I returned things would be prepared for my escape.
It was a pleasant journey to the sea by horse and carriage. I took with me a private maid and coachman. Actually, they were quite attractive and I had wanted to have an affair with Lawrence and Samantha for quite some time.
The three of us would be alone at the summer estate and it would be lovely to carry on with them in the sea. I didn't care that I was three months pregnant. I believed that it would be good for my baby too.
It was a lovely beach estate. While Lawrence and Samantha put away our belongings for the stay, I took off all my clothes down by the shore and played in the water. I felt like a happy child as the cool sea water flushed between my thighs and tickled the inside of my cunt. I spread my ass-hole apart and allowed the cooling sea water to cleanse my rectum. It was so very exhilarating and soothing.
After they had put the belongings away, the young servants strolled down to the beach to join me. It was no secret that we had all three lusted for each other. It had been years that I wanted to suck the girl's cunt and feel the young man's cock in my cunt and ass-hole.
I knew they felt the same way, but the rules of the castle made it next to impossible for us to carry on with each other. If Henry had gotten wind of a relationship between me and anyone else, that would have been the end of my lovers. They surely would have been beheaded.
It was glorious to be free of all those crazy restrictions. As the two beautiful young servants stripped off their clothes, my cunt hungered for their bodies.
I was beginning to understand my mother's own passion. I remembered how horny she seemed when she came down into the dungeon to sexually torment me. And now I was just like her; the same as Sister Serena. I was lusting for these two young people like an older woman lusts for young flesh.
I felt strange seeing myself in this decadent role. I should have known better. I had been decadent all my life. It was the curse at work within me. But I didn't want to think about it now. I just wanted to enjoy the taste and sensation of their two glorious bodies.
They entered the water and I rushed up to meet them. My tummy was not so swelled that I couldn't take cock. Though I knew it would be better to take it from the rear than the front. That way, there wouldn't be any danger of hurting my precious body.
I turned my ass to Lawrence and threw my arms around Samantha. It had been a terribly long time that I had waited to kiss her sweet young mouth. She was everything I had wanted for so long. There was something about a young girl's body that drove me crazy with hot lust.
My lips pressed tightly against Samantha's and my hands went to her tits. Her breast flesh was hot and smooth. Her pink little nipples reminded me of mine when I was younger. I pressed my well fucked cunt against her youthful sex and a hot chill ran through me. We were all standing waist deep in the cool sea water and it was a most interesting juxtaposition between the hot and cold temperatures that I felt.
The water cooled me, while the two bodies heated my passion. By this time, Lawrence's hot cock was pushed between my thighs from the rear. He was thrusting his meat back and forth between my thighs, up against my cunt. My juices ran hot down over his cock. I'm sure the hot sensations on his cock felt strange in the cool sea.
I spread my feet somewhat in the shifting sand and he pushed his cock up my twat. It felt exquisite as sea water and cock sloshed and pushed about inside of me.
Samantha and I were really going at each other. I frigged her clit while she frigged mine and we sucked each other's nipples. The cock in my cunt felt so very wonderful. Lawrence continued to pump it in and out of my box and my sexual temperature grew so hot that I forgot it was cool water that I stood in. It felt like I was being bathed by the flames of hell fire.
I reached underneath my cunt and pulled Lawrence's cock from my sex hole. I pushed it up against my anus. I wanted to be properly ass fucked by this handsome young man.
His cock felt so very wonderful as it slid up by rectum. I thrust my cunt firmly against Samantha's and we ground clits together while I took a load of hot come up the ass.
It was a wonderful feeling to have the young man's virile cock explode with passion in my rectum.
When Lawrence was quite through fucking me, we all played around a bit in the water. Samantha and I decided to save our orgasms for later. When Lawrence began to get turned on again, we went back into the sex bit.
This time, it was Samantha's turn to get fucked. Lawrence was keen to bugger the young maid, but she wasn't very interested. She pleaded that she had never taken a cock up the ass before and didn't want to start now.
Lawrence and I exchanged a knowing look and we began to pursue her. Samantha ran fast through the water and it wasn't until she was up on the beach that we caught up with her.
Lawrence tackled her and she went falling to the sand. She really did look quite lovely in her nakedness. Her hair was a deep red in hue and her pubes were several shades lighter. I helped Lawrence turn the young wench over on her stomach.
She sure was screaming. It was obvious she wasn't keen on sodomy. But we weren't going to let that stop us. There was something so very sexually stimulating about watching a girl being buggered for the first time.
They never seem to like it. I guess it was the same for me when I first had to take cock up my ass. It is for sure a small entrance for such a large instrument.
I knelt before the girl and held her down by the shoulders with her mouth pressed tightly against my snatch. I imagined that it would be quite a turn on to have her tongue licking my clit and fuck hole while she panted and writhed in pain while the cock tore into her rectum.
It was heavenly.
While Samantha sucked my cunt ever-so-tenderly, Lawrence pushed his pole deep into the girl's behind. She sure did scream, which felt wonderful against my hot little cunt.
Lawrence gave the girl a proper deflowering. When he was through with her, she was crying with hysterical pain and blood trickled from her rectum. I kissed her tenderly on the ass-hole and helped Lawrence to turn her over. He wanted to fuck her in the cunt as well.
She liked that much better and didn't protest nearly as much. In fact, as Lawrence's cock slid into her cunt, she soon forgot about the pain in her ass.
He was fucking her quite well, and since I didn't have to hold her down any longer, I crawled around to behind Lawrence and gave him a truly memorable ass suck while he fucked the wench.
It was a wonderful little beach party. It was the first time I had ever seen the sea, and I won't forget it. I am sure that neither Samantha nor Lawrence will forget all the great times we had at the sea either.
We carried on like this for several weeks. It was delightful. Everyday, we just ate, fucked, swam and played. At night we would all sleep in the same bed and by morning we were swimming in a sea of come and blood from Samantha's still tender anus.
It was truly sad when we had to leave. But I knew that the time was growing close for me to escape with my unborn child from the island of England. I had no way of knowing where the bishop would send me or what kind of life I would live, but I put my faith in the curse to carry me on. After all, the curse had seen me through plenty of tight situations before. It wouldn't let me down during my time of greatest need.
It was with some sadness that the three of us returned to Berwick Castle. That night, Henry said that he had to speak with me in private. He had made a plan, so he said, that would enable me to live with him as his very own wife.
When we were alone that night, Henry told me that he had arranged for the bishop to be murdered in church in three days time. He said that Bishop Beckwith had forced him into this situation by threatening him with excommunication from the church if he went ahead with his plan to divorce Princess Anne and marry me.
He said that he had selected three soldiers to take care of the bishop. He would be murdered with swords in the church and evidence would be left behind to make it seem as though robbers had done the evil deed.
Henry had the look of a lunatic in his eyes as he told me these things. I knew that the curse was about to strike. I could foresee exactly what was going to happen. After the bishop was dead and I was gone, Henry would search in vain for me. Of course, only the bishop would know where I had been sent, but he will have been murdered. Henry would be beside himself. He would surely accuse Anne of having done away with me in order to spare herself the divorce. She would then be killed and Henry would be left alone with only the memory of me and a bitter loneliness. The blood on his hands will close the circle and he will slowly wither away under the curse of Sister Serena.
It was frightening for me to realize that I could foresee exactly how the curse would work. I was really much too into my thoughts to make love with Henry that night, but I didn't want to make him suspicious that something was going on, so I played along with his demands.
The poor fellow really was in love with me. I could tell. His sexual appetite for me was amazing. He could go on fucking me all through the night. And that's what he did.
He started out by eating my snatch until I came repeatedly. His mouth and moustache were sloppy wet from my own cunt juices and his saliva after I; had completed my fourth or fifth orgasm.
Then he kissed me. My own juices, mingled with his saliva tasted warm and salty. I sucked all the juices from his mouth and waited to feel his cock enter my pussy.
Actually, I was getting rather turned on and it was with some delight that I spread my lovely thighs wide for him. He pushed his enormous erection down into my open cunt hole and I squealed with delight.
He rammed his cock in and out of my cunt while he massaged my titties until the nipples were hard like rocks. It felt quite nice. I knew it would probably be the last time I fucked Henry, so I wanted to give him some pleasure; sort of something to remember me by.
I wrapped my legs around his back and pulled his cock down deeply into my snatch. He bellowed with approval and dropped his load of hot semen inside of me. It felt wonderful as the thick, white juice sloshed around inside of me and lubricated my love channel for him to continue rubbing his hard cock in.
Slowly he withdrew and his cock began to go limp. I really wanted him to fuck me in the ass still, and so I began frigging his cock with debauched intent until it once more sprung to life. He really liked the way I was able to keep him continually turned on so he could perform for hours.
I turned over on my belly and got up so that I rested on my elbows and knees. He spread my ass cheeks apart and locating his target, pushed his sex arrow to the bull's eye. It felt so wonderful to take Prince Henry's cock up my ass for the last time.
It was quite a nice ass fuck he gave me. His cock pumped in and out of my ass until his balls boiled with come and he shot. Oh, it was a grand load of royal semen that filled my rectum. I shall never forget how delightful this last sexual bout with the prince was. Over the years, we had enjoyed each other very much.
I really felt bad that I had to plot against Henry behind his back. He had given me some delightful fucks, but I had to look out for myself now. Things were becoming just a little bit too dramatic. I had survived all these years only because I knew how to look out for myself. I wasn't going to blow it now in a fit of sentimentality.
I slept quite well that night. I felt assured of my safety. In the morning, Henry told me that he had slept badly. He said he sensed that something was wrong with the things in the castle. I had a bit of a fright at that point, but pretended that I couldn't imagine what he was going on about.
Slowly, I convinced him that all was well and that he must have merely eaten something that had disagreed with his stomach. He went along with my imaginary tale and dressed for the day's activities.
I told him that I was going to see the bishop to pray. He told me not to say anything to the bishop about the plot against his life. I, of course, promised that I wouldn't say anything. After all, it wouldn't serve my own interests if the bishop knew that he was going to be murdered in two days time.
When I had entered the bishop's private quarters, he demanded that this book be. turned over to him. I told him that I would give it to him just before I left England. I told him that I had to leave the next day or not at all. He asked me what the rush was, but I, of course, refused to tell him. I only told him that if he wanted these memoirs, he would have to accompany me to my place of escape and only then would I hand the manuscript over to him.
He was angry about my demands, but knew that he couldn't get away with any more threats. He wanted this book more than anything. He was terrified that future generations might learn about the wickedness that I had endured at the hands of numerous nuns and priests in my life. He thought it best that the curse be forgotten in some locked vault in the Vatican. But I knew that the curse was much more than just a legend. Locking up this memoir in the vaults of Rome won't stop the curse from growing down through the generations. I only hope that someday my memoirs find a route of escape from the Vatican. I hope the whole world learns the awful truth about the early church and how I suffered at its wicked hands.
The bishop told me that he had arranged for me to escape from England on a French ship that was waiting in a small harbor not far from Berwick Castle to take me to France.
The bishop told me that Jean-Jacques Borgel, the owner of the French merchant ship, was a most handsome and very rich man and that I would like my new life in France. He said that many Irish and English women had been taken hostage by the French during earlier wars, and that there would be plenty of friends for me to chat with.
It all sounded good to me. I only hoped that this Jean-Jacques fellow was sexy. I asked him many questions about the French, but he was more interested in getting into my pussy one last time before I left.
I told him that is was much too dangerous because of the infant in my belly, and I was surprised that he went along with it. I felt sorry for him because I knew that when he returned from the shore with my book, it wouldn't be long before he was murdered.
I made him promise to send my manuscript by courier to Rome as soon as he returned from the French ship. He wanted to know why I was so concerned. I told him I was just superstitious. He agreed to do me that one last favor. I was afraid that the book would fall into the wrong hands and possibly be destroyed. I wanted the manuscript to pass down through history. I only hope that someone reads these words someday. I want the world to know the awful truth about the church and the curse of Sister Serena.
I am now sitting at the harbor in a carriage with the bishop beside me. The French ship is sitting in the cove before us. I am making these last notations in the manuscript before I must hand it over to the bishop.
I look into his eyes and see the death that hovers in them. He will surely be dead before long. The curse will strike him down.
Jean-Jacques approaches from the ship. My God, he is handsome. I will have countless fucks from this debonair man. I can't wait to be on board with him, to feel his cock in my mouth, cunt and ass. How wonderful to be leaving England, the land of my misery. I will be setting sail-for France, to become a real courtesan. How exciting.
I scribble a farewell into my journal. This is it, the end of the road for me in fair England. But I shall not miss it. I am off. Farewell England. Farewell, Prince Henry. I hope that God forgives me for the sins I have had to commit because of the curse that stalks me. Farewell, I'm off to France.