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The Fight for Tomorrow
by NotSoSnowWhite (notsosnowwhite@hotmail.com)

***

A maiden of the present gets it on with a knight of the
past. (MMF, F-solo, nc, rp, voy, rom, fantasy)

***

The hour was drawing near, the battle would soon begin.
Sweat, tears and victory were in the mind and hearts of
all the fighters. To the mundane world many looked upon
this tournament as a stupid game for stupid people, but
for the populace that attended, it was a culmination of
what they believed they could be. 

Jacklyn could hardly contain her excitement, this was
the first year that she would don her new armor and
help her King win the crusade. Jacklyn first entered
into the world of medieval times while she was in
university in Kansas. A little group that called itself
the Wellington Medieval Association. An organization
that prided itself in its love and knowledge of
magnificent days gone by. Live steel was their game,
and fighting well was their greatest passion.

In the real world, she was a pencil pushing accountant
for the Kansas City Pentacle, one of the biggest firms
in North America, but in the WMA she was Contessa
Gabriella Valentina del Giardino Bella, an Italian
noblewoman from the early fourteenth century. She loved
everything about this era. Women were cherished and
honored, with lavish clothes and jewelry bestowed upon
them. 

What she was wearing right now, however, was anything
but lavish. Decadence was not without its place, but
for the moment, Gabriella was garbed for war. She was
wearing a thigh length quilted shirt called a gambeson
which would serve as padding under the chain maille
that she would later don prior to the beginning of
battle. She bore her heraldic arms upon her fighting
tabard worn over the gambeson.

Gabriella threw her armor into her pavilion, the duffel
bag containing the full suit of Italian plate clanging
against the table leg as it landed. She could not wait
to wear the black steel plate armor, with its shiny
polished brass trim, in a bid to defend her king.

Glancing at her hourglass, she thought, "Why not take
in some of the wondrous sights of the day, while I have
a chance." It was true after all, and well known by all
her peers, that her excellency was a great fighter.
Last years Queen by right of arms to be exact. There
was lots to admire at the event. Medieval food, armor,
embroidery and just about anything else your little
chivalric heart could desire. Gabriella however had her
eyes set on something more specific. The most exquisite
gems in the world.

The jewelry display was like nothing she'd ever seen
before. The trinkets, as well as their maker, seemed
eccentric and strange, yet she was drawn by their
wonder. Looking at all the different pieces, Gabriella
instantly saw the item she wanted. A magnificent golden
necklace with a large amethyst charm.

The old eerie merchant glared at the Contessa as she
picked up the charm to closer examine the stone.
Tracing her finger across the gem she couldn't help but
notice the macabre chill that suddenly filled the air.
There was something about this object but she liked it.

"I would like to purchase this most beautiful piece,"
Gabriella stated, placing her new treasure down on the
table.

"Ah young lass" said the old lady, "just leave the
money, thou shouldst be prepared, though, for all that
will appear."

Gabriella walked away from the old lady grinning. "What
a crazy old woman," she thought, "Hmm, but I got this
necklace for such a steal."

There was still a little time before the event was to
begin, so Gabriella walked down by the river to better
survey her upcoming opponents. As she glanced towards
the field a glimmer from the amethyst caught her eye. 

"What a beautiful piece of jewelry, I think I will try
it on," she thought, "I bet this will go wonderfully
with the garb I have chosen for court."

Using the water as a mirror, the Contessa fastened the
clasp of the necklace upon her neck. It seemed to be
perfect, complimenting her beauty. She delighted in the
reflection that shimmered in the water, but suddenly
the water started to ripple. The air around her turned
smokey and grey. Then without warning, a tremendous
flash outshone the midday sun, lighting up the practice
field for the briefest of instants. A rumble like
thunder that belied the clear blue sky was overtaken by
an horrific crash, and the world faded to black...

... "She's a fiery one," said the unsightly man with
the wart on his nose. 

"Aye," said the other man, "that she is, Haggart."

"Hmm," Haggart snarled, pulling off his chain maille,
"Jacob, methinks she needs a lesson in manners."

Grabbing her by the back of the neck, the men threw 
Jacklyn to the ground. With one slash of Jacob's 
dagger, Jacklyn's gambeson was slit from neck to thigh.
Haggart ripped the clothes the rest of the way,
revealing her voluptuous tits. Her nipples stood
straight in the air, causing both of the men to yearn
for her body even more. 

"Please don't," Jacklyn pleaded getting to her knees as
she tried desperately to hold back her attackers,
"Please, please I beg you, stop."

"My darling, you will beg for your life before we are
done," snorted Jacob, slapping her face, slashing the
skin on her cheek. 

Jacob hurled Jacklyn face first to the ground. She
wasn't going to get back up this time. Without warning
he shoved his pulsing hard cock into her pussy. Jamming
it into her repeatedly. His hips slamming against hers.
Her body jolted with every stroke he made. His dick
crashed into her so hard that it felt like he was
tearing her apart. 

"Stop," Jacklyn cried, "You're hurting me, you
bastard."

He did not heed her cries, He wanted his release and
she was going to provide it. Pulling his manhood out of
her battered and swollen pussy, Jacob decided that it
was about time that he attended to her pretty little
ass. Spreading the cheeks of her butt, he furiously
shoved two of his soiled fingers up her ass. He laughed
in amusement as she whimpered in pain. Removing his
fingers, he rammed his cock into the tight hole.
Tightening his grip on her shoulders, he pounded her
again and again. 

As he watched intently, Haggart stroked his swollen
member in rhythm to the jolting of Jacklyn's body. It
would soon he his turn.

Jacob torn at Jacklyn's hair as he increasingly jostled
her body with every move he made. He would soon find
his release. He grabbed her tits and squeezed them
viciously. Driving himself into her one last time, 
Jacob shot his hot cum into her aching asshole. 

As Haggart lunged to his feet to take his turn, he
heard a sound behind him. With the whistle of a blade,
his face rolled in the mud, leaving him staring up at
his own headless body.

Before Jacob had time to realize what fate had befallen
his fellow guardsman, he was slammed to the ground by
the flanks of a horse, and Jacklyn was snatched up from
were she lay. With a sudden yank, she landed atop a
glorious white stallion. Her anger renewed by this new
abuse, Jacklyn struck out at her abductor. 

"You son of a bitch, leave me alone, I wish you would
all just leave me alone," Jacklyn shrieked as she
clobbered the rider over the head.

"Are you daft woman, I am trying to safe your life,"
insisted the rider, as he stroked the fresh protrusion
beneath his chestnut blonde hair. Here he was trying to
rescue this lowly peasant, and she repaid his mercy by
striking him about the head.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I thought that you were one of
them," Jacklyn said, fighting her tears as the man
wrapped his own cloak around her naked shoulders.

"Me? A member of the king's guard," he scoffed,
"Unlikely. I set my sights much higher. Allow me to
introduce myself, I am Sir Tyrus Lord Blakeshire,
knight of the king's court, and overseer of these
lands."

She would think later that the man sounded rather like
a pompous ass, but pompous or not, he had rescued her
from being raped by the second guardsmen. So without a
whisper of complaint she ceased her struggles, allowing
him to ride away from the scene of her attack. As he
rode he spared her dignity by pretending not to notice
the wracking of her shoulders, or the wetness of her
tears as she sobbed against his back.

They rode together in silence for awhile, but as the
russet walls of a fortified stone manor came into view
in the distance, Sir Tyrus spoke.

"How came you to have run afoul of these miscreants to
begin with?" he asked in a gentle voice.

It was the first time that Jacklyn had paused to wonder
how she had gotten there, or even where there was. She
shook her head to clear the cobwebs, and tried to
remember all that had occurred...

... A large thunderous blast appeared out of nowhere
throwing Gabriella to the ground. Feeling the large
knot on her head, she struggled to open her eyes. Where
was she? This was not the tournament grounds, and she
definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore. The charm that she
had been wearing no longer adorned her neck. Without
warning, the ground shook violently, vibrating to the
rhythmic gallop of two magnificent stallions. Upon them
rode two wrathful men dressed in chain maille and
sporting a coat of arms that she had never seen before. 

"Witch, witch," one of the men proclaimed, "Capture her
at once."

"Yes, milord," said the other, hurling himself off the
horse toward the girl.

"Please, please, you must be mistaken," she explained
fearfully, stepping backward away from the men, "My
name is Jacklyn and I live in Kansas. I am an
accountant. I work for the Kansas City Pentacle. Please
don't hurt me. I haven't done anything."

The two men howled with laughter. What demented and
unusual talk seeped from the lips of this mysterious
woman. Any civil gent could see that she was an
enchantress. There was no such place as Kansas and the
pentacle, well the pentacle was known by all to be the
workings of sorcery.

"Young lass," growled the ruthless guard, "We are both
representatives of the royal court and dispensers of
the kings law, and you will surrender to us at once or
you will be taken by force."

"Taken by... But why?" Jacklyn stammered, "What have I
done wrong?"

"Well you seem to have plotted with the devil for one
thing," said the first man...

... It had all gone downhill from there, but she could
not tell Sir Tyrus any of that for certain. At best he
would think her mad, at worst he too would accuse her
of witchcraft, and she would be no better off than she
had been with the guardsmen.

"My name is Jacklyn and I was walking towards the
market, when those two ruffians grabbed me," Jacklyn
explained, "Thank you so much for saving my life, I am
forever in your debt."

As they rode into the manor's courtyard, Sir Tyrus
began bellowing orders to his servants. 

"Here, Jacklyn, Helga will help you clean up and get
dressed for the feast," Tyrus said as he took a sip of
wine from the flagon that had suddenly been handed to
him by a servant. He didn't know why, but he seemed
captivated by everything she did. She was certainly
beautiful, but it was more than that.

"Oh no," Jacklyn sighed to herself, picturing a heavy
set Slavic woman with facial hair, "Haven't I been
through enough? Now I have to deal with a woman named
Helga. I hope she doesn't treat me roughly, I simply
couldn't take that right now." But her fears would be
eased as Tyrus led her into the great hall, handing her
over to a beautiful young blond girl who had walked
into the room.

Helga lead Jacklyn to a fine and beautiful chamber
where water and warm towels awaited them. The time
passed, as Helga nursed her beaten body back to health
and with great delight, Jacklyn walked out of the room
beaming with beauty and elegance. She was dressed in a
square necked gown of sanguine brocade interwoven with
a raised design in rich saffron. The bodice laced down
the front and had wide, tied on sleeves lined with
silk. The full overskirt opened to the waist to reveal
an underdress of royal blue linen. How could any woman
not feel ravishing in such a garment...

... What a night. It had been filled with the finest
foods of the land, and the most wonderful people you
could ever meet. Jacklyn was glad that the knight had
arranged a feast on her behalf. The gathering allowed
her to keep her mind from all the days events, but as
much as she wanted to help the knight entertain their
guests, she was exhausted and retired to her chamber
for some well deserved rest.

Slipping into her chemise, Jacklyn decided to wash up
before bed. She quietly crept out of her room to find
the nearest garderobe. How peculiar, what was that
sound that she was hearing? As she continued up the
hallway, following the swelling sounds, her body
realized what it was. Ever so gently, Jacklyn leaned
her head against the wall and silently gazed through
the partially opened door.

The light of the moon shine on Helga's naked body,
highlighting all of her sensuous curves. She felt so
excited by the fact that she was lying there. Servants
were rarely allowed to sleep upstairs with the regular
guests. The new damsel would need someone to see to her
needs, though, and it was therefore permissible. 

"Hmm," Helga giggled to herself, "Why not have some
fun, I may never get this chance again."

Helga fondled her perky young tits, tracing her finger
from one nipple to the other. Her nipples stood
straight in the air. Excited by this, she began to
squeeze them, and her body arched in delight. 

Jacklyn's body throbbed in excitement, as she watched
the young servant entertain herself. This was making
her so horny, but she couldn't pull herself away from
door or what was going on inside.

Helga slowly slithered her hand down her tantalizing
body until she reached her thigh. She touched and
caressed the outer boundaries of her pussy, arousing
her clit with every move she made. She couldn't take it
any longer. She wanted to cum so bad. She opened the
lips of her juicy little pussy, and plunged two of her
fingers into her slit. Hammering her fingers in and
out, again and again, Helga was driving herself mad. 

Jacklyn's body trembled in desire as she watched Helga
pleasure herself. She had never seen anything like this
before but she knew she liked it. It took everything
she had not to walk into the room and join her, but she
was afraid that Helga would simply run away. 

Helga's clit throbbed, aching to be touched. She
slipped her fingers onto her button. She teased her
clit at first, driving her body mad with desire, but
she couldn't take it any longer. With a jerking motion,
she stroked her clit faster and faster. Her back arched
and with one last stroke, her pussy filled with her
juices. In exhaustion, Helga collapsed flat in the bed.

"Oh my god," Jacklyn giggled to herself, "I can't
believe I stood there and watched that." She felt so
electrified now, she wasn't ready for the night to be
over. She knew what, or more specifically, who she
wanted and knew just what to do.

Quietly Jacklyn entered the room of the knight. She
wanted him so bad right now. As she leaned over him,
Tyrus grabbed her chin and kissed her passionately. She
didn't know this, but he too had heard the adventures
of the help. She felt so safe with Tyrus, he was her
protector. 

Laying her on her back, Tyrus cupped Jacklyn's breast
through her chemise. He decided that the garment was in
his way, and it had to go. Casting it upon the floor he
saw that her body was as beautiful as a warm summers
night, and he desired it like nothing before. His
tongue trailed from her neck to her chest. Jacklyn
moaned in delight, as he flicked her nipple with his
tongue. She wanted it so bad. She pressed his lips
harder against her nipple, this knight in shining armor
certainly knew what he was doing.

Without warning, Tyrus slid his hand down her
tantalizing body. He wanted more power, to provoke at
his demand, and unlike her experience with the
guardsmen, she didn't mind at all. Reaching her most
sacred parts, he guided his finger into her slit. 

His hands were magic, the way the knew exactly what to
do. He would be gentle with her, understanding all that
she had gone through. He placed his finger directly on
Jacklyn's clit. Wiggling and moving it to the moans
that she made. She wanted more.

"Oh god, Tyrus, please lick my pussy," moaned Jacklyn
as she pushed his head between her legs.

"Your wish is my command," he laughed as his tongue
parted the lips of her pussy. He plunged his face into
her dripping slit. Striking her clit with his tongue,
he felt her body quiver. His mouth opened as he
surrounded her button with his lips. It was a feeling
that she never felt before, as he sucked and licked her
clit. She couldn't take it any longer. Her body shook
violently as wave after wave of orgasm overtook her. 

"Take me now," she begged, "I want you now."

Lifting her legs in the air, he guided his dick into
her wet little pussy. Teasing her, he eased the tip of
his dick into her slit and then pulled back, rubbing
the tip around the outside. Jacklyn glared at Tyrus in
displeasure, she wanted him inside her like nothing
before. Placing his hands on her hips, he plunged his
cock into her. She sighed in response as his body
pushed into hers. Feeling her excitement, he fucked her
pussy harder and faster, and with a sudden last jerk he
released his cum inside her pussy and collapsed onto
the bed in exhaustion.

Laying in each other arms, Tyrus felt so alive. He knew
that they hadn't known each other long but he had never
felt love like he did for her right now. He was in love
with this wondrous maiden and he hoped she felt the
same.

"Here!" said the knight, handing her a small velvet bag
that he retrieved from his bedside table, "I want you
to have this. It is something of great value."

As she opened the bag, Jacklyn caught the glimmer of
torchlight on gemstones and gold filigree.

"I can't accept this," she said, "I'm awful with
jewelry, I'd only end up breaking it. I couldn't bear
the thought of ruining something so expensive."

"Don't worry," Tyrus said with a grin, as he took the
bag out of her hands, "I didn't mean that kind of
value. The stones themselves are worthless, but the
necklace belonged to my mother."

Moving to sit behind her, he opened the bag and drew
out the piece of sparkling jewelry. She sat up and
wrapped his cloak around herself. She swept her hair up
out of the way as he lowered the pendant and prepared
to fasten the delicate clasp.

"This will look good on you," he said, "The amethyst
will really bring out your eyes."

Amethyst! In a sudden moment of panic, Jacklyn looked
down at the pendant, and was horrified to see the same
piece that she had purchased at the war ground.

"Tyrus, no..." she began, but she was too late. With a
soft click the clasp snapped into place. The air around
her became smokey and grey. With no warning, there was
a tremendous flash that outshone the gentle haze of
torchlight, lighting up the knights chamber for the
briefest of instants. A rumble of thunder was swiftly
overtaken by an horrific crash, and the world faded to
black once again...

... The large thunderous blast appeared out of nowhere
throwing Gabriella to the ground. Her head pounded as
the world regained its focus, amidst the clash of arms
and the cries of battle.

"Contessa! Contessa!" cried a young redheaded girl who
ran to her side, "The battle is about to begin, they
have already started the warmup fights."

Gabriella looked up at her squire with eyes glistening
with a hint of tears. As before, her charm was nowhere
to be found. Jacklyn wanted to tell someone what had
happened to her, but this sprite of a girl, a warrior
in training in her own right, would not understand if
she tried to explain. So she would try to pull herself
together and go to war for her king, but her fight for
tomorrow would now lie forevermore in the past.

The End

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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