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Copyright 1994 by Lysander
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This story contains an awful lot of sex and nudity, but at least it's
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CAITLIN'S TALE
by Lysander
Lysander@vnet.net
Lysander@abspleasure.com
Section C
Caitlin sucked hard on Heather's cunt, to get the dregs. She licked
up the stray drops on her labia and upper thighs. She lowered her head to
lick up the drying rivulets that had escaped her mouth.When she was done,
she sat back on her heels. Heather inspected herself closely and,
satisfied, dressed herself. "You're a mess, Caitlin. Clean yourself up
before our master gets back." Then she left.
Caitlin found a washbasin and cloth. She cleansed the urine from her
face and body and rinsed out her hair. Then she went back to her room and
dressed. When she thought she was presentable, she went off in search of
her master.
Robert and Heather were in the courtyard. He was giving the servants
their orders, in both French and English. They were to unpack only the
essentials, then go to bed, for the day would start early. Then he turned
to the warriors.
They were a fearsome bunch, Caitlin thought as she looked at them from
the shadows of a doorway. There were eleven of them, all wearing armor of
some sort. All had swords; some carried bows and quivers, others rested
lances on the ground. Only a handful were unscarred. Three were missing
an ear, and one of those had a patch over his left eye. Robert spoke to
them in English, but she noticed that he spoke clearly and used simple
words.
"We'll start patrols the day after tomorrow. I've sent the caretaker
of this keep to spread the word that the levees must be ready for
inspection by the end of this week. I want you all to speak English all
the time, even among yourselves. We'll be dealing with Welsh as well as
Saxons, so we need a lingua franca." For some reason, this brought
laughter from the otherwise terrifying group.
"Wash the dust off, have a small drink, and meet me in the main hall
in about half an hour. I need your help with a personal matter."
The men spread out to get a feel for their new home, and Robert walked
toward the main hall. He saw Caitlin in the lengthening shadows. "Walk
with me," he called. She trotted over to him. "Did you hear what I said
to the men?"
"Aye, Master."
"The 'personal matter' I need their help with is you."
"Me, Master?"
"I have decided not to punish you for your... impudence, earlier."
"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Master!"
"Instead, I shall teach you exactly what it means to be my slave. You
must serve me willingly. If you do not wish to, you may leave and never
hear from me again."
"I am yours, Master. I want to learn."
"Very well. Tonight, you are not mine alone. You will serve my men,
in every way they choose."
She stopped in surprise. Robert stopped as well, and looked down at
her.
"All of them?"
"All of them. Or cease to be my slave and leave my sight forever."
"Master, I would... I would rather be punished."
He stepped closer to her. "No. Punishment will only teach you how to
act like a slave. This will teach you how to think as a slave, how to *be*
a slave. But the choice is yours." He continued toward the hall.
She watched him go. She remembered the whipping earlier. She thought
about the humiliation she had felt as Heather had voided herself in her
mouth. And she thought about the taste of Heather's pussy, even soaked in
urine. She thought about Robert's cock, filling her body. She jogged up
to Robert and stood before him, head bowed, chin on breast.
"Teach me Master. Teach me how to be a slave."
He lifted her chin with his hand. He looked down into her eyes,
searching for sincerity. "This will not teach you how to be a slave, but
what it *means* to be a slave. Yes, I will teach you." Then he leaned
down and kissed her lips, almost gently. She rose on tiptoes to meet his
kiss, but he drew away. "I must prepare things. Wait in your room, naked.
But do not touch yourself. Heather or I will come to collect you."
The wait seemed interminable, but Caitlin sat on her bed, hands folded
in her lap. Eventually, Heather opened her door. She was as bare as
Caitlin, and her expression was serious. "Come," was all she said.
The main hall smelled strongly of sweat and horseflesh. The men
stared at them with open lust as they walked into the chamber. Tables had
been set up along the walls to either side. Thane Albert's chair sat on
the spot where she had given up her virginity. The soldiers were still
dressed as they had been. A few were still armed, but most were not.
She noticed a giant standing beside Robert by the empty fireplace. He
looked a little like Robert. The same hair, the same eyes, except they
were not as cold as her master's, nor as commanding. A sword hilt jutted
over his right shoulder, and when he turned she saw that it was longer even
than Thane Albert's two-handed sword. The man had to be almost seven feet
tall! How had she not noticed him in the courtyard?
The others were spread out in little groups of three or four. None
bothered to hide their stares as she and Heather walked by. She wanted to
cover herself, but since Heather did not, she would not. They walked past
a doorway leading to nowhere. No, not a doorway, a wooden frame, taller
and wider than a doorway. Leather cuffs hung from ropes attached to the
upper corners. Two more cuffs were attached near the bottom. She could
not study it further because they had reached Robert.
He seemed to notice them for the first time as he cut off his
conversation with the giant in mid-sentence. "Ah, Heather, Caitlin. This
is Etienne, my little brother." Caitlin felt her eyes widen, and Robert
and the giant laughed. "Well, he is my younger brother, at least. He has
been bigger than me since he was eight and I was eleven."
Etienne's eyes wandered up and down Caitlin and Heather. Caitlin saw
his crotch begin to bulge and she felt a new wave of fear course through
her body. Surely a horse would be smaller! Robert seemed to read her mind,
for he said, "Don't worry. Etienne will try to hold himself back until we
think you're ready." He took Caitlin by one arm and led her back to the
center of the hall. "We might as well begin now, don't you think?"
"If you say so, Master," she answered.
"I do. Heather. Heather!"
She looked up from Etienne's groin. "Yes, Master?"
"Did you strike Caitlin as punishment, earlier?"
Heather grinned widely. "No, Master. I didn't have the chance."
Caitlin wanted to speak up, to say that she had been punished, but she
did not feel a slave should try to defend herself against one who had been
given power over her.
"Then you must punish her now. Would you like to give her a
spanking?"
"Yes, Master, very much!"
Robert nodded his approval for her enthusiasm. "But first, go to the
kitchens and bring back the pot of water over the fire and the device on
the table. And hurry."
She dashed off to carry out her orders, little breasts bobbing as she
half-ran out of the hall. While she was gone, all the men pretended to
ignore Caitlin. They all stared at her, to be sure, but their
conversations seemed to be about other things entirely. Heather soon
returned with a small black pot. It was not very hot, despite being over a
fire, for she carried it barehanded by the wire handle. In her other hand
dangled something that looked like a large onion. She couldn't tell what it
was, or even what it was made of. It was flexible, but didn't look like it
was leather.
Etienne lifted her by the waist, eliciting a small shriek. He placed
her on her hands and knees on one of the tables and pressed lightly on her
back, signaling that she should remain in that position. Robert tested the
water with his fingers. Apparently he found it satisfactory, for he placed
the "stalk" of the "onion" into the water. He squeezed on the bulb and air
bubbles formed and burst in the water. Then he released the pressure and
the bulb began to slowly expand. The water level in the pot dropped
noticeably.
When the bulb had expanded to full size, Robert pulled it out.
Caitlin noticed that the "stalk" was actually a narrow tube, with a nozzle
attached to the end. He moved behind her and placed the very tip of the
nozzle against her tight bunghole. He pushed, not very hard. He relaxed,
then pushed again. Caitlin tried to make herself relax, to help her master,
but she could not. She wanted to please him. There was not very much pain
from the probings, but she could not force herself to relax, so she was
about to ask him to push harder, when he pulled the nozzle completely away.
"She is too dry," he said, mock frustration in his voice. "Heather!
Get over here and get her ass wet!" She heard a hand dip into water. "No,
stupid girl! Use your tongue!" Caitlin imagined the look of shock that
must have crossed Heather's face. "You are a slave too, love, remember?"
She wiggled her bottom at Heather. Robert must have approved, for he was
silent and his hand did not slap her.
Heather's hands parted her cheeks. She could feel her friend's warm
breath on her crinkled hole. Heather was shuddering in revulsion, she
surmised from the way the air moved over her backside. She felt the wet
tip of the other slave's tongue and she nearly melted. Heather's tongue
lightly touched her back entrance, tickling more than arousing, but Caitlin
knew that, once the girl applied herself, she would enjoy the sensation
very much indeed.
"Lick it, girl! Get your tongue up there! See if you can get it
inside." Caitlin heard words of lewd encouragement from the other knights.
Heather pulled her cheeks wider apart, and Caitlin felt her face make
contact with her buttocks. The flat of Heather's tongue swabbed along
Caitlin's twitching asshole. It felt rough and slippery. It felt
exceedingly strange and wonderfully pleasurable. Caitlin began to twist
her ass against Heather's face. But Heather grasped her butt to hold her
still. Her lips formed an O matching her asshole, and Caitlin felt the
girl's tongue press insistently at her hole. Now she was able to relax, and
Heather's tongue forced its way past the ring of muscle.
With her tongue, Heather began to fuck Caitlin's asshole. Caitlin was
certain she would have an orgasm, just from the sensual contact of lips and
tongue to rectum, and from the knowledge that all these men were watching
them, but Robert's voice interrupted them.
"Enough. She's ready now." She felt the tongue slowly withdraw from
her body. Heather gave her asshole one last kiss before stepping away.
Robert stepped up behind her again. Again she felt the nozzle on her
asshole. But now, she was wet and relaxed. The nozzle slid in easily.
Then, Caitlin felt a tickle in her bowels. She looked over her shoulder.
Robert was slowly squeezing on the bulb, forcing the water through the hose
and nozzle and into her ass. The water was warm, and the sensation, while
unusual, was not unpleasant. Her master squeezed harder on the bulb, and
the flow of water increased.
She felt herself filling up. She felt like she had to go to the
privy. Badly. Now. But Robert kept squeezing on the bulb, forcing more
water into her bowels. How much was in that contraption, anyway? She
thought she would burst, she felt so full.
Finally, mercifully, Robert finished. He tossed the infernal bulb to
one side, and Caitlin expected to be allowed up so she could void her
bowels. "You may begin spanking her now, Heather." No! If she had to
endure a spanking with all this water in her guts, she would explode for
certain!
"Try to hold it in, Caitlin," Robert told her. "It will only be
twenty strokes."
She steeled herself for the coming torture, but was still surprised
when she felt the first smack of Heather's opened hand on her buttock. She
was certain she felt her anus open and she expected to make a terrible
mess. But she managed to keep control. As she did for the next half dozen
strikes. And the next half dozen. But around the fifteenth, she knew she
could not last.
"Master!" she cried. "I can't hold it any longer!"
The smacks stopped and Robert asked, "Are you certain?"
"Yes, Master! Please, please let me go!"
"If I let you go now, we will start again, from the beginning, but the
number will double."
"Yes, Master. Please may I go? I'm going to burst!"
"Very well."
Etienne helped her down. Fortunately, he took her by the shoulders
this time instead of the waist. Robert ordered Heather to accompany her
and help clean her. With tightly clenched cheeks, Caitlin waddled out of
the hall. Heather had gathered up some cloths from somewhere and was
holding one elbow to help her maintain her balance. But she couldn't make
it to the privy. It was the most embarrassing thing she had ever done in
her life, but she leaned against a wall, spread her legs, and let go.
As Heather was mopping up her legs, she let Caitlin know how she felt.
"Stupid bitch! You're disgusting!"
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Consider yourself lucky I didn't let
loose when you had your hand in the way. Besides, if you hadn't hit me so
hard, I could've made it."
"Well you shouldn't have slapped me earlier!"
"Well you shouldn't have volunteered to become Master's slave."
Heather stood up and tossed the soiled cloth away. She looked
directly into Caitlin's eyes. "Can you blame me?"
Caitlin was taken aback and couldn't answer for a moment. Finally,
she dropped her gaze and said, "No." She waited a few heartbeats before
she continued. "You've got a delicious pussy."
Heather's teeth were startlingly white in the half darkness. "And
you've got a delicious ass." She lifted her hand to gently touch one of
Caitlin's breasts. "Let's get back inside."
Inside, the last of the soldiers were taking off their clothes. More
scars were in evidence, as were hard-muscled bodies. Robert's brother may
not have been as big as a horse, Caitlin thought, but he wasn't much
smaller. Though it was hard enough for the head to be almost fully exposed,
his cock hung halfway down his thigh. And Etienne had long thighs. Most
of the men seemed large to Caitlin, but none as large as her master and his
brother.
"The men have drawn lots to see who will go first," Robert said from
the back of the crowd. "Ralf."
The one-eyed man stepped forward. He was probably the oldest of the
group, with wrinkles beginning to form on a face that was already leathery
from days in the sun. He grinned at her and she could see that many of his
teeth were either missing or broken. Those that were left were a
disgusting shade of brown. He saw where she was looking, and he could see
the expression on her face. He ran his tongue around the inside of his
mouth and grinned even more lewdly. "Not pretty is it, girl?" He stalked
up to her and touched her lips with gnarled fingers. "But you've got a
pretty one, eh?" His breath stank of garlic and dried beef. "Very pretty.
But can you do anything with it?"
His hands landed heavily on her shoulders and he pushed her down to
her knees. His rampant cock stared her in the face. His hips moved it
closer to her lips. She opened her mouth wide and took the head in her
mouth. He smelled of stale sweat and his cock tasted like stale piss. It
was unwashed and sticky. She took as much as she could into her mouth. As
her tongue roamed over every inch she could reach, Caitlin reached up
between the man's heavy thighs to take his balls in her hand. They felt
full, and his nuts seemed to float in semen.
Soon, she had licked half his cock clean, and tasted nothing but heated
flesh. She moved back and licked at the bottom half of the prick. It
bounced around in time to the flicks of her tongue. She moved down to his
balls. She sucked them into her mouth and laved her tongue over them.
Then she moved back to the head.
When she had the head back in her mouth, Ralf placed his hands on
either side of her head. He began to move her head back and forth on his
cock; she rested her hands on her knees and let him control her. He moved
her head faster and faster, until she was in real pain, and began to
resist despite herself. She began to whimper in pain.
Ralf took mercy on her. He held her head still and began to fuck her
mouth. His prick began to leak, and she swallowed the thin salty fluid,
her mobile tongue moving all over the front half of his cock.
Ralf began breathing hard, panting. "I have to sit down," he wheezed.
He backed up toward a bench. Caitlin followed on her hands and knees, lips
locked around the head of his prick. When he was seated on the bench and
reclining against the edge of the table, she rested her forearms on his
thighs and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. Her fingertips
tickled his balls as he continued leaking into her mouth. She thought he
would never come.
She felt fingers on her pussy, probing her cunt. She wiggled her ass
to encourage whoever it was. She was wet, dripping. She needed to be
penetrated. She felt a cock nudging past her opening. She tried to open up
for him, but he seemed to be having difficulty finding her entrance. She
whined in frustration around Ralf's cock.
"What's the matter?" she heard one of the men shout. "Used to old
Marie, boy? Not every slut's got a cow's cunt, you know!"
The laughter from the others was drowned out by Etienne's booming
voice. "If anybody knows about cows' cunts, it's you Guy!" The resultant
laughter was even louder. But Caitlin didn't pay attention, because the
man behind her had finally managed to sink his cock into her. At the same
time, old Ralf finally shot into her throat. She thought the reward worth
the wait, as his load was thick and copious. She tasted a hint of garlic,
and a nutty flavor. She swallowed most of it greedily, and what small
amount leaked out, she lapped up eagerly.
The man behind her immediately began pounding her pussy. Despite the
suddenness of his climax, Caitlin felt a small orgasm as well. Both men got
up and were replaced by two more. The prick in her cunt felt enormous, the
one before her face was slightly smaller than Ralf's. She heard Etienne's
shout again. "Tell us if her tongue feels like a cow's, Guy!"
"At least I won't have to cover my prick in salt!" He laughed at his
own joke, but began to groan as Caitlin swallowed his cock. As the man
behind her thrust into her, she was rocked forward on her hands and knees.
She had taken Guy as deeply as she could, and the first thrust forced her
to take him so deeply that her lips and nose were buried in his pubic hair.
She gagged and backed off immediately. As she was coughing, trying to
catch her breath and not retch, the man behind her kept fucking steadily.
Guy stroked himself in her face.
"If you're not up to sucking, slut," he said, "at least you can lick."
He raised his knees to his chest. Below his hanging balls, Caitlin
was staring at his dark, hairy asshole. She buried her face between his
asscheeks and began to lick. Her face was slammed against the man's ass
again and again. She wrapped her arms around Guy's waist and pressed her
face tight against him. She remembered how good Heather's tongue felt
inside her ass, and she tried to worm hers inside Guy. His ass tasted tart
and musky, but not as bad as her mother's cabbage. The man behind her
began to scrape his fingers across her clit. She felt his smooth chest
against her back. He pulled her hair to one side so he could see her
licking out and tongue-fucking Guy's asshole.
"You've got a tight little pussy, slut. So tight and wet. But I bet
your ass is even tighter. Do you want me to fuck your ass, slut?"
She pulled her tongue from Guy's ass, and panted her answer. "Sweet
Jesus, yes! Fuck my ass! Fuck my tight ass!"
"No!" she heard Robert shout. "She is my slave, and I will be first
to take her asshole."
"Yes, Robert," the man answered meekly. But he continued to fuck her
proudly, and that was the most important thing.
"Oh yes, Master! Please fuck your slave slut's ass! Will you do it
next, Master? Please will you fuck my ass next?"
Robert stood beside her, watching her service his men. "When you've
made Guy and Michele come. I'll fuck your ass for you then."
"Oh thank you, Master! Thank you."
She bent to her task with new enthusiasm. She twisted her ass against
Michele, trying to make him come as soon as possible, so that her master
could fuck her ass. She was actually able to take Guy into her throat
once, for a moment. She stroked his prick while she sucked hard on the
head. And she twisted her forefinger up his ass, which made his cock
twitch violently. A few strokes of her hand and finger, and Guy was
shooting into her mouth. She gobbled down his cum and spit out his prick.
"Come, come, come," she chanted at Michele. His thrusting speeded up
and became more ragged. His stubbled face screwed up, almost in agony. He
groaned loudly and shot his semen deep into her pussy.
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Copyright 1994 by Lysander
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