Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Goodheart and the Pagan Princess, an erotic novel by Dern Goode GOODHEART AND THE PAGAN PRINCESS by DERN GOODE Copyright (C) 2002 by Dern Goode CHAPTER TWO AN ABOMINABLE CURSE I wasted no time sharing my newfound knowledge with my playmates. They squealed with delight when I squeezed their bubbies and boldly put my hand up their skirts to fondle their bottoms. Despite my tender age, I became a confirmed cunt-hunter and introduced them one by one to the joys of fucking. Such youthful intensity cannot go for long undiscovered. I was sent away to a boys' school where it was hoped a heavy regimen of religious instruction would show me the error of my ways. The total absence of young ladies kept my youthful foray into sexual excess from turning into a career of total lechery. Having no other choice, I took things in hand, so to speak--until the latter years when the freedoms permitted upperclassmen allowed me to discreetly resume my lascivious ways. Although my parents' efforts to dissuade me from my amorous propensities were less than effective, their choice of schooling had a profound effect on my impressionable young mind. The doctrine of peace and Christian love fell on fertile ground. Having experienced so intensely that emotion at such an early age, I was readily able to see the power of love and the exercise of it. I resolved to devote my life to the propagation of that gospel. My first opportunity to exercise by beliefs in a professional capacity came about shortly before my graduation from divinity school. I was called into the parlor of a Mrs. Dumfries, the respected wife of one of the professors. "How good of you to come," she greeted me, crushing me unselfishly to her full breasts in a warm embrace. She turned and introduced me to a companion as Mr. Goodheart, which, of course, is my name. My eyes lit up at the sight of her friend, an almond-skinned girl of indeterminate race. Beautiful, well-developed women were a rarity in our monastic enclave, and this adorable young lovely had a fetching smile, full, moist, lips, and a wide-eyed look of innocence that immediately had my cock throbbing against my trousers. I had not fucked in over a month, so my reaction was understandable, but I still flushed, embarrassed that my feelings were so obvious. Fortunately, the ladies had the grace to ignore my predicament. Upon being introduced, the young girl stepped into a cursory embrace that I fear I prolonged unconscionably, wrapping my arm around her waist and holding her momentarily so my loins could share the warmth of her body while I reveled in the feel of her full, voluptuous breasts. All in all, I wanted nothing more than to give the young woman a good fucking. "See, Shana?" said Mrs. Dumfries, turning to the young lady. "Isn't it just as I told you? He's a nice-looking boy and just your own age. One can only imagine the full extent of the muscular development beneath his clothing. And," she pointed out the bulge in my trousers to the girl, "his reputation does not seem to be exaggerated. "Don't blush so, Philip--I hope you don't mind us calling you that, Mr. Goodheart--for our intention here is to be completely informal. Philip, we need your advice. The reputation for amorous pursuits that seems to make you so unsuited to the Lord's work makes you the ideal choice for our special problem." The good lady left my curiosity piqued while she poured tea and served us each a cherry tart. Then she turned the topic of the conversation back to my lurid reputation. "Of course, I am sure everything we hear is not true. One would certainly need super-human powers to perform all the deeds attributed to you." She tittered. "Wherever would one find so many willing women?" "To put it delicately, Madam," I replied, balancing my teacup on my knee, "the supply is abundant. I find woman enjoy fucking as much as men. They are just more particular about who is doing the fucking." "How extraordinary to find such perspicacity in such a young man. Are the motives of us silly women, indeed, so transparent to your youthful eyes?" She turned to the olive-skinned girl. "Yes, Shana, this young man should serve our purposes well." "You see, lovely Shana, here, is a bastard--the unfortunate product of a mating between an errant missionary and a native woman. Her mother, as one would expect, was a princess of her tribe, but a black savage nonetheless. "The hapless child held an honored position and was denied access to males for the first twenty years of her life. She was being reserved for a special ceremony, one in which she would sacrifice her virginity and her life together in an annual fertility rite to ensure the favor of their pagan gods. "That day came only five months ago. She was put in a trance, drugged, stripped before the masses, and fucked ignominiously by their high priest. Then, one by one, her virgin twat was violated by every able-bodied male in the tribe. "Fortunately, she was able to escape before the final blow that would have taken her life as well as her honor." "How fortunate indeed," I blurted out, allowing my eyes to wander over the girl's good-looking figure with renewed interest. "Fortunate, my dear sir?" the girl spoke for the first time. "Death would have been preferable to . . . to this abominable curse--" "Poor Shana, you see, suffered an injury far greater than simply the barbaric violation of her flesh. The body heals, after all, and even the most savage cruelties eventually fade into memory. But, sad to day, prior to the ghastly ceremony, she was placed in a hypnotic trance and robbed of her sexual powers." I glanced from one woman to the other without understanding. "Yes, Mr. Goodheart," said Shana, "my capacity for the enjoyment of sex was stolen from me and its embodiment locked forever in the belly of a wooden idol." "What she says is quite true, dear Philip. During the entire beastly business, she experienced absolutely no feeling. To this day, her body reacts normally to sexual influences, but her mind refuses to translate such stimuli into feelings of pleasure. A masterpiece of deviltry, don't you agree? And so we turn to you. A man of your experience is our only hope." Shana came over to refill my teacup, but I put the cup aside and pulled her into my lap. "If I may be so bold . . . " I said apologetically, wanting to ascertain for myself the full extent of her injuries. She relaxed in my embrace and her bottom wiggled into my lap. The thin material of my trousers seemed no barrier as her delicious flesh pressed warmly against my prick. Shana's curves were soft and supple. Her eyes followed the motion of my hand, watching with simple curiosity while I fondled her freely. I squeezed her large tits and felt her nipples stiffen within the restraining confines of her blouse. Her eyes held only a look of boredom. I tried a kiss, insinuating the tip of my tongue into her mouth, but that, too, was met by a passionless response. Undaunted, I slipped a hand up under her skirt. I received a normal reaction at last. The girl pushed my hand away, jumped up from my lap with a loud sob and rushed from the room. "I can think of only one thing to do," I said with a sigh. "She must be fucked, and soundly so." "Yes," said Mrs. Dumfries sadly, "on that point we all do agree." ___________________________________________________________________________ ___________________ Chapter Three at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/chapter03.txt Index at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/paganprincess/index.txt Your comments are appreciated. Contact the author at /files/Authors/Dern_Goode/www/contact.html