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If you are under the age of 18, or otherwise forbidden by law
to read electronically transmitted erotic material, please go do
something else.

This material is Copyright, 2003, Uther Pendragon.  All rights
reserved.  I specifically grant the right of downloading and
keeping ONE electronic copy for your personal reading so long as
this notice is included.  Reposting requires previous
permission.

All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly
coincidental.

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                        Fetters of Velvet
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


 "We have fetters of iron there against the wall," the
guard said. "But we're ordered to not put them on thee.  Here's a
bed; there's a fire.  The baron will send more comforts down, I'm
sure."

They disappeared up the ladder.  The floor was at least two
manheights above him, and the trap about four fingerbreadths
thick.  If he got up there, and they'd remove the ladder soon,
he'd confront at least two guards, armed, armored, and probably
experienced in war for longer than the fourteen years he'd been
alive.  And they'd stripped him of weapons and armor.  After
that, he'd be in the great hall of a castle.  It would be
occupied by armed knights unless there were an attack on the
walls at that precise time.  And how was he supposed to know when
an attack occurred?  On the other hand, the walls around him were
stone --  solid enough to support the entire weight of a keep.
Yards thick, and he had no tool for excavation.

The chimney had to be a weak point.  He checked.  It was hard
to see, but it narrowed to about the width of his head well
before it reached the next level.  Certainly, it was narrower
than either his hips or his shoulders and had to be a longer
climb than ten manheights.

There was a noise from the ladder.  A servant girl was
descending with some clothes over her arms.  Her skirt was long
enough to be decent, but his vantage from below as she backed
down the ladder let him see her thighs almost to where they
joined.

When she reached the floor, the guards raised the ladder. Then
they lowered several cauldrons of water and closed the trap door.
"Highness," she said, and dropped a pretty curtsy.  Now that he
looked at her face, that was pretty, too.

"'Highness,'" he mocked.  "I'm a captive."

"And, highness, I am a slave.  But thou art the son of a king
and I am the daughter of a slave."

"Very well, what wouldst thou have me do?"

"I was ordered to bathe highness, and obey thy orders."

"Which is it?"

"I shall obey thy orders.  Does highness not wish to
bathe?"

"If thou wouldst obey my orders, get me out of here."

"I shall obey thy orders, so far as I can.   Does highness not
wish to bathe?  I have a clean guest robe as well."

Refusing the bath would be silly.  She poured much of the
water into a bath, put one cauldron over the fire, and helped him
off with his clothes.  She handed him a linen cloth and used
another to scrub his back.  When he stood, she scrubbed his legs.
Her hands went much higher than his servants', even his men
servants', had.  As she rinsed him off with the hotter water from
the last cauldron, it splashed on her, revealing the shape of her
breasts.

When he stepped out of the bath, she dried him with yet
another cloth, rubbing his face, his hair, his torso.  When she'd
got low on the torso, instead of handing him the cloth, she
knelt. Looking down, he could see the outline of her breasts --
her very nipples -- through the wet cloth of her tunic.  She
patted his raging erection as though it had been his arm.  Then
her hair brushed over it while she wiped off his legs.

Loyal Sir Robert had always made sure that he didn't annoy his
father's servants.  His enemies certainly wouldn't give him
access to this woman.  Oh, how he wanted her, though -- wanted
someone.  "Wilt thou obey my orders?" he asked.

"In so far as I can."

"Comest with me."  The bed was standing not too far from the
fire.

"As Highness orders.  Dost thou wish me without this
tunic?"

Could he?  "Yes."  At his bedside, she removed the tunic and
dropped it on the floor.  Her only remaining clothing was a
loincloth.  He stared at her breasts until she drew his head to
them.  So much for being under his orders, but he was not about
to object.  He'd wanted to taste a woman's breast for so long,
and the taste was sweeter than he could have imagined.  When she
lay down, he lay down beside her, leaning over to continue the
kisses.  When he stroked her leg, she removed the loincloth.

Suddenly, he clasped her between the legs.  "Gently," she
said. Gently, he stroked her there, just where he'd wanted to
feel some woman for months.  She was damp, and she opened her
legs so his hand could feel more of her dampness.  Suddenly, his
erection was so hard it hurt.  "Kneelest between my legs,
highness," she said.

He climbed between her legs, knelt there.  "Liest on me," she
said reaching between their bodies with both hands.  When her
fingers grasped him, he almost exploded.  Before he did, though,
she'd guided him against her dampness.

He entered that damp warmth.  It closed all about him as he
slid smoothly inside.  When he was so far inside that his groin
pressed against her hands, he moved back.  This felt even better,
but his lust was rising.  When he pressed forwards again, he met
not her hands but her belly.

He couldn't control himself.  He thrust forward again, though
he was completely inside, and spewed and spewed.

She tightened her thighs around his and her arms around his
torso.  "Liest on me," she said.  This order was as easy to
follow as her earlier ones.  The experience had been bliss,
paradise.  And sometime, sometime soon, he'd like to do it
again.


The end
Fetters of Velvet
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
2003/09/03
2004/04/15
2010/0726

Thanks to Denny for editing this.
The index to almost all my stories:
/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm
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