As the carriage finally pulled into the camp to the cheers of everyone we left there, it became obvious that the lady we, or rather, I had, in effect kidnapped, was going to be a great asset to the gang. Or she would as long as she didn't wear me out completely with her voracious appetite. Apart from anything else, it's not every day you come home after ripping off a great big carriage, four horses and all the accompanying loot. Not to mention the best blow job I ever had and a nice fresh feast of pussy. So if I had been one to keep a diary, today would be one of those days that would be forever remembered as a good day, thanks to the little star I would have drawn against it. But I don't, so it won't.
I looked down at the Lady Lorna as she lazily rolled her tongue around the head of my cock, her eyes closed as if she hadn't a care in the world. Obviously my reputation as a cutthroat and a villain and all round nasty piece of work hadn't reached her up at the castle, or if it had, she certainly didn't seem put off by it.
Actually I'm a good guy and I'm always kind to old people and animals but if that ever gets out I'm finished in the outlaw trade, it's the kind of thing that's frowned upon by the purists. I should have been out raping, pillaging and generally being an all round bastard but I found that tiresome after I tried it briefly at the start of my career.
I will admit to being a bit partial to the odd bit of carousing and quaffing of ale but only in moderation. Hey, someone's got to make sure this motley lot of inbred animals gets home safely afterwards, and I am their leader when all's said and done.
Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, I remember. The rest of the guys had a good old fire roaring as we returned with a hog roasting on a spit above it. The smell of fresh meat, though not as aromatic as fresh pussy, was making my mouth water and I realised I was bloody starving. Our resident holy man, Trier Fuck was tending the fire and ladling extra fat over the hog, basting it wonderfully. Holy? Hah, the only thing holy about him was his underwear. I know, I've seen it hanging on the line after wash day. You know, the first of June every year. And of all the guys, he can carouse and quaff better than anyone. I think he even has a certificate for it somewhere.
I told Lady Lorna that we had arrived at our destination and with a last flick of her tongue, almost down the little hole at the tip of my cock she got off her knees, smiled at me and took her seat opposite, pulling her gown down to cover her ripped bloomers. She looked me straight in the eyes and asked, 'So what becomes of me now Master Wood? Am I to be given over to the pleasure of everyone in your camp?'
I looked at her like she had gone mad. 'Have you gone mad? There is no way I'm going to even contemplate sharing you with that lot. I'm going to keep you here for my own.'
'So I'm to be held against my will am I?' She asked, then smiled, 'Or held against your willy?'
Oh she knew what she was doing did that one. I looked at her and replied. 'Milady, if you can find your way out of Surewould Forest and care to leave, you're quite welcome to try, but many have attempted it and none have ever been seen or heard from again.'
I thought this would alarm her but no, she just looked at me, smiled her knowing little smile and said, 'It's simple Master Wood. If and when I decide to leave you will take me back to the castle yourself. And in return for that I will stay here and tend to your needs, if you know what I mean?'
I couldn't believe it when the cheeky little madam winked at me, then tapped the side of her nose with a long, slender index finger. I suddenly realised I was being played like a lute. A damn good looking and sexy lute admittedly, but a lute none the less. She sat back and smiled again, looking so damn smug. Now if I lived up to my reputation I would have taken offence and turned nasty but I pride myself on the fact that I have never hit a maiden in my life before and certainly wasn't about to change that fact, especially not to one as lovely as the one sitting opposite me. Besides, her smile, as well as lighting up her face was also making its' presence felt up and down my spine, not to mention in my loins.
We have a Chinese guy who looks after our horses in camp. No idea where he came from or how he came to join us but he's cool. Keeps himself to himself and when Trier Fuck is off his face on mead, he does the cooking. Admittedly, what he cooks looks like worms and weeds but it tastes ok. Funny thing though, about half an hour after eating his stuff you always feel like you want more. Anyway, his name is Wun Hung Lo, and he has a daughter who came with him. At least he told us she was his daughter, but we have our doubts. For one thing she talks differently from him, her skin is fairer and she looks like she comes from somewhere really cold. She never moans in winter when we're all frozen and in summer when we're comfortable, she looks like she's about to melt.
Ever since she and Wun arrived she has been the target of Lusty Dangler's affection but Shi, that's her name, has always tried to steer clear of him. Or at least she has in public. I have my suspicions though, because after a good time on the ale, she and Lusty always seem to disappear at roughly the same time and a lot of strange noises emanate from his tent.
I walked from my tent to the toilet. Well, it's just a hole in the ground, dug away from the camp, and smells like something that's died, but it's a toilet to us. As I stood there having a slash I noticed a movement away to my right, on the far side of the camp near where Lusty's tent is pitched. I smiled as I realised it was Shi, so I finished what I was doing and crept over to where I saw the movement. I'm good at creeping; it's something I practise, what with being a sneaky outlaw and all. As I got nearer to the tent I could hear high pitched giggling from inside. I have told Lusty about that, as it really doesn't sound manly at all, but I guess that's just him.
I sneaked closer, making no sound whatsoever until I could lie on the ground and peer under the tent flap. Shi was sitting on the floor as Lusty stood looking down on her. I watched as his hand moved to the fastening of his breeches and undid them, dropping them to the floor and pulling down his undergarments at the same time. Ok, so now I had to ask him sometime where he got the name Dangler from, as, from what I could see, there wasn't much dangling going on there at all. I don't want to sound cruel but his meat and two veg looked more like a pea on a drum. I did wonder if maybe, in the future, Shi would call him Justin, because I imagine when he tried to service her that's all he would get. Just in.
I came to my senses, realising that as the leader of the gang, my reputation would suffer if I were to be discovered spying on Lusty and Shi, so I got up and crept away as quietly as I got there, heading back to my own tent. I had the best tent in camp, a proper job, with enough room inside to stand and move about in comfort. I ducked under the flap and closed it, then tied it behind me and turned to see the candles all lit and the Lady Lorna fast asleep on my big bed.
