Lady Jane

Note: This is the second chapter of the story. Reading the first chapter would be best but there is enjoyment to be had even if you prefer to plough on straight ahead now.

As previously stated, it is set in the past. It is not intended that the setting be a clearly identified era or that any detail is historically accurate.

CHAPTER 2

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William woke in a guest chamber, the air around him punishingly cold. A maid was busy laying a fire in the hearth and William cursed quietly under his breath.

"A plague on Lady Jane," he thought. "But God, what a woman."

His hand absent mindedly cupped his genitals as he remembered the previous evening. With an effort he forced his way out of the cot and stood in the big pan of tepid water set out by the maid. He washed quickly before ice could form.

Once dressed and with a hunk of bread wrapped around a thick rasher of bacon in hand, William crossed the frozen courtyard to the stables beyond. It was invitingly warm inside, a score of horses saw to that.

"So you are alive this morning Sir William."

Her voice rang out from a loose box half way along the row. William picked his way toward it.

"Pray don't tell me you have lost any of your vigour."

"It will show soon enough My Lady."

"I count upon it."

Lady Jane came into his view at that moment. He stopped in his tracks. Not sure of what he expected he knew it was not this. She stood engaged in adjusting her mare's tack. Nothing curious about that, but her attire? Unconventional. No ladylike skirts to be seen. On top she wore a loose linen blouse with a leather doublet over. Lower down, the legs he had so closely admired last night were clad in close fitting woolen hose.

On seeing his confounded gaze, Lady Jane interjected, "Does my outfit not bring out your vigour Sir William?"

He simply scowled and stalked off to find his own steed.

Half an hour's riding found them cantering though the woods and commons toward the Rother Valley. The landscape was white with a thick frost highlighting the dark branches of skeletal trees. The breath of the horses trailed in clouds behind them. The cold bit at their faces.

Avoiding settlements the two riders approached the ancient trading route of the Rother somewhere between Bodiam and Newenden. Dismounting and hitching their horses the pair continued on foot. In the still of the frozen countryside their footfall sounded unnaturally loud, each leaf crunching, every twig snapping. Occasionally a crow would caw loudly as it lazily flapped away. William led the way to a vantage point of which he was familiar. Keeping to the trees they slipped into position. Looking around, rather than over, a rocky outcrop, the Rother valley lay before them. The river wound placidly as usual. Against this idyll a group of barges stood out like the sores on a plague victim. They lay tethered at the bridge. A column of smoke rose from a campfire. A dozen or so men huddled around it. The rebels.

"They're on the move My Lady," William whispered.

"A few cold wretches."

"Those wretches are just the baggage train. If they are down there then the armed militia and horsemen will be up here and around about. We should leave at once."

No sooner had he spoken than the sound of voices and the clank of weaponry reached their ears. Still distant but too close for comfort. William drew his sword and ushered Lady Jane in the direction of their horses. Soon those men would be between them and their only real means of return to Halden Manor.

"Swiftly My Lady, we have no time to lose."

Fortunately the militiamen were careless to the noise they made. Equally fortunately William could not make out any indication of horses among them. If they could regain their mounts all would be well. He led them circuitously ahead of the column. They would be perilously close.

Just as William boosted his Lady onto her horse a shout rang out, soon followed by the sounds of men breaking into a run.

"Ride My Lady, I shall catch you."

William swung himself up as four men brandishing swords came crashing through the undergrowth. Causing his mount to rear up in their faces William then wheeled around. His sword flashed and he felt the thud of contact jar through his arm. Taking advantage of the surprise created, he spurred the horse into a gallop and chased after Lady Jane.

She appeared unexpectedly from behind a large yew tree a mere few hundred yards away.

"Thank you Sir William," she called as the two horses fell in together.

"Thank me when we are well away My Lady," he growled.

Eventually they slowed to a walk allowing the tired horses a rest. Lady Jane was excitable from the thrill of the close encounter and bombarded William with questions. They were by now in woods closer to Halden and well away from danger he judged. A wild thought grew in his mind.

Whilst crossing a small clearing, Lady Jane leading, William pulled a length of rope from the rear of his saddle. He fashioned a complex knot forming a double noose.

"My Lady, wait a moment if you will," he called just as she passed beneath a vast oak. He pulled up his horse right alongside.

"Can I show you this?"

Lady Jane reached out as he hoped she would. In a trice he had slipped the nooses over her wrists and pulled the knot tight binding her wrists together. With a well practiced flick he sent the long tail of rope over a branch and hauled. Before she even realised what was happening Lady Jane sat in her saddle with her arms pulled high above her head, helpless.

"How dare you! Get me down."

"Gladly, My Lady."

With that William slapped the rump of Lady Jane's mount and it stepped away. He lowered Lady Jane's feet to the forest floor, just. After tying off the rope William stepped in front of her.

"So, My Lady, how does it feel?"

"You'll pay a price for this."

"This is my reward."

"For what?" Lady Jane spat.

"Rescuing your delectable hide, My Lady."

He walked around her. Reaching out a hand he caressed the fine curves of her buttocks. "Yes, a fine reward."

Taking his short dagger William cut the cord at the waist of her hose and pulled the cloth roughly down to her ankles. "Such fine legs, My Lady."

Standing behind her he ran his hand up the inside of a leg from ankle to crotch. He smiled as he heard Lady Jane's involuntary gasp as his palm cupped her cool sex and smooth buttocks. But he pulled away and drew his sword once more. He could see the flash of fear in Lady Jane's eyes but she defiantly said nothing.

Standing to one side William wielded the shining blade. As the flat of the sword struck the back of her thigh she yelped. Again and again he slapped her pale skin until her bottom and upper thighs glowed pink. William dropped the weapon and stood before Lady Jane, his hand delved between her thighs. His fingers met with a fierce heat and copious wetness.

"I think My Lady enjoyed her spanking."

"You brute."

With a booted foot and forward thrusted knee, William forced Lady Jane's legs apart. In contrast his fingers delicately traced the edges of her rapidly swelling lips. Letting her juice lubricate his path, he ran them forward to circle her stiffening clit and back again to her perineum. He kept repeating this slow path until on one forward stroke he let two fingers trail deep into the soaking wet cleft. She sagged more heavily on the rope as her legs buckled. She moaned with evident disappointment when his hand left her vulva, eyes questioning. William unbuckled her doublet, gripped either side of the undershirt and ripped it clean apart down the front. His fingertips ran down the centreline of her chest and around to each side before his palms came up to cup those delicious breasts. Each was topped with a hard, puckered nipple. It might have been the cold but more likely the rush of arousal. William's fingers and thumbs pinched the proud nubs and pulled on them roughly. He could see the lust burn in Lady Jane's eyes.

As he bowed his head down to suck on a tortured breast, William slid a hand down again. Just as his mouth clamped over a nipple and a good portion of soft flesh, his fingers speared up into the molten core of Lady Jane's cunt. He felt her body fall against his chest as he moved his fingers in a vigorous beckoning motion. Forward and back, forward and back, the tips repeatedly rubbing the ridged pad deep inside her.

"Oh God, oh William, yes, yes..."

"That's it My Lady, feel the vigour." But then he stopped abruptly.

"No, please, don't stop."

"You've changed your tune My Lady."

"You bastard."

"Now, now, remember, I won't fail you."

Having made his point William tilted lady Jane's face to his with a hand in her hair. He brought his lips to hers and lightly brushed them across as her mouth opened with expectation. They fell into a deep, lustful kiss, tongues dueling, lips crushed. Once again William impaled her with his strong fingers. Three. Stretching and filling her hungry cunt. This time he kept pumping them until Lady Jane came. Her juice spurted over his wrist and forearm, and she bit his shoulder hard to stifle the screams of ecstatic release. For a long while he held her tightly to him as her body slowly calmed.

"All right Sir William, you win," she murmured in his ear.

"I think you will find that it is we who win My Lady." He paused dramatically. "And anyway I haven't finished with you yet."

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William wandered over to the tied off end of the rope ensnaring Lady Jane. With a deft flick or two it was undone. Keeping the line taught he returned to where Lady Jane stood, breasts jutting proudly from between the ragged edges of her shirt and open doublet.

"Tonight I think you will need some more of my wisdom and guidance in your chamber."

Lady Jane's eyes simply narrowed and flashed in the sinking sunlight.

"Well, My lady?"

"If you must," she spat.

"Now, now, we both know what we want."

She averted her eyes to the ground.

William released the rope and slipped the makeshift cuffs from her wrists. He kissed the reddened skin and methodically buttoned up the thick doublet. The he boosted her up onto her horse and they set off at an easy trot to Halden Manor.

An hour later, washed and dressed appropriately the two met again in company of the household for dinner. The guest of honour was Lord Marsham of Romney. As hospitality dictated he was sat beside Lady Jane at the high table. William was a few seats away and opposite. Lady Marsham to his side.

The next couple of hours would be extremely taxing. The Marsham's lived, in fact, in London, eschewing provincial life for the status of the Royal court. Or rather, the perceived status. They were somewhat peripheral figures clinging to the reflected glitter. The truth was they were tediously tiresome people. She only talked about society gossip and fashion and he was nothing but a lecherous bore. However, he was lord of the neighbouring lands and as such relations needed to be maintained.

In pursuit of such, William smiled and nodded his way through a seemingly endless stream of prattle broken only when Lady Marsham filled her trap with the endless courses of food and copious quantities of wine. He even put up with her pawing hands in the cause of neighbourly solidarity. Every so often he looked over at Lady Jane. Despite the mask of good humour plastered onto her face he could tell that her ordeal was equally if not more burdensome. Lord Marsham was in full flow. Talking to her as a master to his pupil. In his pauses for breath, eating and drinking he leered and manhandled. Once or twice William felt almost compelled to call him upon his honour but his Lady's steely eyes kept him in check. With a wry inward smile he reckoned that she was more than a match for the odious man but with deft skill let Lord Marsham think he was the consummate charmer.

Finally, the banquet came to a close. Lady Jane was able to slip away to her private chamber and Lady Marsham retired. William had a little longer to suffer. Lord Marsham regaled him with wholly misguided ideas on how to deal with the rebels. William knew that come the fight it wouldn't be the noble Lord in the lead and so he just let the piffle wash over him. Eventually the man seemed so drunk that he almost passed out in his seat. William was free.

A maid approached him, "Sir William, my Lady's compliments and will you attend her chamber when you can."

"Please return my compliments and I shall be with her shortly."

The lack of command struck William. Not wishing to seem too eager he loitered a while before the slowly diminishing fire in the hall. Then he strode purposefully to the iron studded door and rapped upon it. The pretty maid opened it and let him in before slipping silently from the room. All was as the night before save that Lady Jane was not to be seen in the low light of candles and flickering fire.

Then she appeared from the shadows of the far corner recess. So very differently presented than before. Simply wearing a long, nightgown in pale chiffon silk she looked delicate, vulnerable almost in contrast to the dominant woman of last night. As she approached, William saw the low neckline and couldn't fail to notice how the fabric clung to her breasts and wrapped around her thighs.

"What does my knight still have to finish?"

The words whispered from her mouth as she stood just to one side, left hand on his right shoulder, right where she had bitten him in the throes of passion earlier that day. He noticed that she avoided eye contact.

William spun Lady Jane around and pressed her bodily to the rough wall. He could feel his ardour rush to fullness against the scantily clad curves of her bottom. His lips brushed her neck and his tongue flicked against her ear.

"You, my Lady."

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William's left hand clamped around Lady Jane's wrists and held them against the stone above her head. His right hand roughly dragged up her thigh and grabbed her buttock.

"You will beg for me my Lady." His lips were just an inch from her ear.

Lady Jane scowled but said nothing. The wet heat between her legs spoke eloquently enough. William's boot forced her feet apart even as his fingertips just barely followed the outer rim of her labia. The contrast of contacts confused and delighted Lady Jane's body. She could feel the rough fabric of his crotch rubbing coarsely against the delicate skin of her hip whilst his soft, warm lips caressed her jawline, her neck, her shoulders and the exposed underside of her arm.

Gradually the stroking fingers became more forceful, pressing more firmly, delving deeper until with a sudden upward thrust they penetrated into Lady Jane's molten core. The shock made her rise up on to her toes, involuntarily, just as a gasping moan escaped. Those fingers, strong and relentless, repeatedly filled her then massaged her vulva, spreading her juices, making her whole crotch wet and slippery before filling her again. She was rapidly on the edge. But William played her, never thrusting for long enough to trigger her climax.

Lady Jane fought against her submission. Desperate not to let her need betray her self-control. But the flush of her skin, the panting of her breath bore silent witness to the futility of her battle.

With the next thrust her control fled. William's thumb, long flirting with the taut ring of her anus, penetrated it in time with the up thrust of his fingers into her cunt. He pinched the two invaders together and moved his whole hand back and forth. Her legs buckled. Her breasts rubbed against the rough wall, the flimsy chiffon fabric offering no protection. She was held up by her wrists and from being pressed between the cold stone and the warm body of her lover. Just as she was about to go over the edge he stopped. Fingers and thumb abruptly left her. She felt her quivering body being wrapped in his arms and carried.

"Please, just do it," she cried out in equal measures of frustration and annoyance at the weakness of her flesh.

William simply smiled wryly and took her over to the bench upon which he had been subjugated only a day or so earlier. He placed her down and clamped her wrists just as she had imprisoned him before. With a flash of steel William's dirk slit the thin nightgown from hem to the V at her breasts. The sliced fabric slithered aside, exposing Lady Jane's lithe form. Her breasts topped with hard nipples poking up, her stomach stretched flat and heaving with her pants. Her pubic hair glowed in the firelight, atop the prominent mound above her exposed sex.

She regarded William through narrowed eyes. He circled her before dropping to his knees beside her. His hand lazily ran up her leg, over her hips and tummy before curling around her left breast, filling it with her soft flesh, squeezing enough to reach that edge of pain but not crossing. Finger and thumb pinched the areola at the base of her stiff nub. Lady Jane couldn't resist the need to close her eyes and suck in a deep breath as the electric jolt ran straight through her.

William undressed before her. He watched as she surveyed his solid, hardened body. Watched as she looked at his muscles and sinews flex. Watched as her eyes fell to his half swollen cock and heavy balls, following him as he moved between her parted thighs. He took hold of her lower legs and brought her slim feet to his mouth. Lips kissing softly, tongue flicking over her toes before taking each into his mouth in turn, sucking one by one in and massaging it with his tongue. Then slowly he worked his way along those long limbs, alternating from one to the other until his rough stubble rubbed at her soft inner thighs. His strong hands held each leg behind the knee and he pushed them up and apart. Lady Jane was never more exposed than at that moment. For an age he looked lustfully at the folds of her obscenely engorged lips framed by the soft, light curls. He mentally licked his lips at the droplets of moisture pinpricking the rosy flesh. His shaft stiffened at the sight of a little trickle of juice running erratically down over her puckered anus. Unable to resist any longer William bowed his head and with closed eyes began to gorge himself on the succulent treat before him. With slow but inexorable precision his lips and tongue teased and caressed the turgid heat of her sex, played with the little bead of her clit and swirled around the flaring ring of her arse. Then with mouth capturing her nub he plunged three fingers into her slippery cunt over and over until the dam was about to burst. He stopped and stood.

"No! You can't!"

"What is it my Lady?"

"I need..." she stopped, still resisting, still fighting against the loss of control. Mind and body in conflict.

"What, exactly, is it that you need my Lady?"

The inadvertent flick of her eyes down to William's rampant phallus told a succinct story.

""What?"

"That," she whispered barely audible.

"I need to hear it my Lady."

"I need that!" She spat.

"I'm not sure I follow, my Lady."

"Fuck me!"

"I'm beginning to understand."

"Fuck me, damn you!"

William simply stared at Lady Jane. Her eyes were dilated and flicked wildly from his face to his cock and back.

"Please William. Fuck me, take me, make me come. Please, I need you."

Taking her legs against his chest, William leaned into Lady Jane and let his staff spear into her depths.

"There my Lady, was that so difficult? I need you too."

Lady Jane seemed incapable of responding, her only response a long, drawn out moan. William put aside the games and simply drove into her. Over and over impaling her until the telltale flush spread down across her neck, chest and breasts and Lady Jane's body went stiff with the spasms of orgasm. Her face screwed up with the exquisite pleasure approaching unbearable pain.