("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2012. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- The Reward by Realoldbill (no address provided) *** When a men cannot solve the problem, she finds a way. (M/f-teen, 1st, slave) *** I stepped before my foul prince and bowed, my hand on the hilt of my sword and my oldest son standing behind me. He smiled and greeted me warmly, praised my recent capture of the Norman fort and said he had a reward for me. From behind the drapery came his number one wife, a lovely women I had enjoyed on several occasions, who led a naked, young redhead with a perfect and highly arousing body by a leather leash about her thin neck. I heard my son grunt and then nearly moan as she was pushed before me, sleek hips rolling, mounded breasts jiggling. Her bright hair was long and lustrous, flowing down her lean back and out over her lovely chest. Her barely ripe body was nearly perfect, flawless but lightly freckled and evidently hairless from the chin down. "This is Alisa," said the prince with a smile. "We killed her captors, her kinfolk perhaps. She is your reward. We captured her last week from a caravan where she was held in slavery, from the north they said. Probably a lie. She has been trained, so we were told, from childhood to give pleasure, by some sort of Scottish warlord, to give pleasure with her hands, her feet, and her mouth. She can't read, play an instrument, converse politely, sew or knit. All she can do is suck and fuck, so I am told. I haven't tried her, been busy. Did poke a finger into her, testing. She's closed up tight. When I heard of your exploits, I decided to let you have her. She is, I am told, a virgin who has only recently begun her cycles." "Remarkable, sir, and I thank you. But what am I to do with such a treasure?" It was very exciting just to watch the bare young woman breathe, and I wondered why her groin was bare and her nether lips bulging. He laughed and dismissed me with a wave. His wife smiled at me and handed me the leash. My son covered her with his cloak and put his arm about her shoulders as we left. I bought a colt for her and a blanket saddle, and we left the castle quickly with this red-headed treasure. At the first stream, we stopped and drank. The naked girl sat between us, smiling and put her hand on my codpiece and squeezed gently. "Shall I?" she asked quietly. I shook my head and she turned toward my son, "May I please you?" she asked him. He looked over her head at me, begging, and I shook my head. He pushed her away reluctantly. We got home by late afternoon, and I turned over the luscious youngster to my servants and my late wife's handmaidens, my current bed-warmers. In the morning my oldest son came to the table looking tired and unhappy. "Her throat, her fingers, wonderful, but as far as can tell, she is impenetrable. I about broke my ram in half trying and then I licked her and sucked her and she sucked me and still could not get it in. Damn!" I resisted the urge to laugh. "Let's let Simon try. His tool is thinner than yours is it not?" He nodded and gobbled his food and fled. I called for the girl and my youngest. I had forgotten her name and simply called her "red." My guards knew who I meant. They both arrived and sat. The girl was now wearing a short and very thin shift and somehow that was more arousing than her nakedness. I introduced my son and watched him blush. He was fifteen and I knew he was active, in fact I had several complaints from the girls. "Red, here," I said to him, "is a true and intact virgin, and she is ours, for our pleasure. It is her job, her training. Understand?" He nodded and blinked at her. "I want you to deflower her so that she can be more, let's say, useful, eh?" He nodded. 'Stephen failed," I told him. "Be nice to her." "I don't believe it." I smiled and we finished our meal and the youngsters went off hand in hand, both roughly the same age I suppose. I went back to my study and my book work. An hour later they were back, the luscious girl's hair a bit messier than usual, her eyes wet. My son was breathing hard and looking downcast. "He was right, Stephen was. She can't be; you know. I can't get it into her. We tried several ways, a number of positions. She sucked me, dripped her spit on me. Impossible, sir. I'm sorry. The tip of my little finger barely penetrates." He fled. She stood there raising an eyebrow. "How old are you?" I asked her. She shook her head. "You are too young, I suppose. I am going to assign guards to you, to protect your lovely body, your intact maidenhood. Understand?" She nodded. "You are not to play with them." She blinked at me. I called the captain of the guards, and we set up a schedule, and he led the girl off. I tried to put her out of my mind, but my aching cock would not let me. I had to try. I had enjoyed a number of virgins. Late that afternoon there was a commotion in the hall and presently one of my big, Scottish warriors appeared with the redheaded girl wrapped about him, her legs crossed behind his middle and her arms about his neck, hanging on, still clothed. "Well?" I said to him as he stood before me, looking ashamed, his kilt hiked up in the front. "She jumped me," he said, "stood on a chair, got me hard with her legs and feet and then, when my manhood was standing as it does, almost straight up, she lowered herself on it and screwed me into her somehow, all the way in, sir, right to the cods." He held up her muscular forearm. "That deep, sir." The girl turned her head, tossed back her heavy mane and smiled. "I did it." "So?" I asked. "She's stuck, sir," the big man said. "and she's milking me dry. I've already spurted a half-dozen times." "Really? You can't lift her off?" He shook his head. "Well, put her down here on the floor, don't crush her." He lowered himself to his knees and then laid her flat, holding his weight off on his elbows and knees. I examined the portal where they were joined. It was as if they had been welded together. Her lips seemed to be turned inward and his thick, blood streaked shaft was throbbing but not moving. I licked my fingers, slid them down her soft belly, felt around and eventually found her fluttering lips and her tiny nub, no bigger than a pea it was. I pressed gently and rubbed. The girl sobbed. "Up a bit," I told the big Scot. He arched and extended his arms. I rubbed and she writhed. "Now pull back," I told him. He came out of her like a cork from an old wine bottle with the sound of sucking and a soggy pop. He stood, his flaccid ram looking bedraggled indeed, said, "Thank you, sir," and hobbled away. I helped the girl to sit up. "Why did you do that?" "What?" she asked with a smile, still lying there, legs spread wide, belly pulsing, labia fluttering and bruised. I waited. "I felt his balls and knew he was big and strong, so I excited him and then jumped on him. I needed what I got. It took a bit of effort, but his thing was so hard and slope-headed that it got past the muscles and once in, it went all the way in. "Did you enjoy it?" She shook her head. "Come," I said, offering her my hand, "we'll go to bed and see if we can cure your problem." She smiled and rose, and by the time we got to my bedroom, my rigid ram was in her hand. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 75