She slept and was dreaming ...
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In her dream jane had been alone all day. As wench to the band of black knights she worked hard when they were away and knew well that she would be expected to play hard when they returned. The small feast they demanded after a day hunting and patrolling the borders of their land was being prepared by two cooks in the kitchen and the smell of roast hog was seeping into the hall where she had laid the low table with basic plates and cutlery and arranged comfortable chairs, couches and cushions the way she knew they expected. She had done her best because she knew how they would reward her.
She was their only proper wench. She had been with them for over a year and had a relationship with them that she could not have imagined before she was taken by them from her home to serve them. The four of them had ridden into the house she had lived in alone and simply lifted her up to their massive snorting horses and carried her away. She had been terrified at first but in her fear decided that to serve them well was her only option.
They had kitchen staff and grooms in the stables and it was by talking to these other servants that she discovered what was to be her own role - to be their female companion - to be taken and used for their pleasure whenever they so decreed.
The very thought had terrified her and for days she had cowered whenever they approached or spoke, but they had not raised a hand to her - or even their voices. They displayed plenty of swagger and their macho approach to all things was never doubted, but to her they spoke gently and with great thoughtfulness. One had asked if she had need of new clothes, another had sent his boy servant to sit with her and comb her hair. The third had brought her jewellery, taken no doubt on one of their raids in neighbouring lands, and the fourth ... the fourth had sat proudly on his horse and smiled down at her.
Thinking back now she remembered that as the first time she had felt the lust deep inside.
When she had lain in bed that night her head had been full of imaginings : of what they would do to her; how would they rip the clothes from her; how would it feel to be taken by them .. by one of them .. by all of them.
She had fallen asleep with these thoughts and woken sometime later to the realisation that her body was aflame with desire. She had lain in the light of flickering candles listening to their voices laughing together and let her hand drift between her legs. Finding herself moist and ready she had played with the soft and sensitive lips of her sex until the feelings overwhelmed her. She shook and shuddered as she imagined the four healthy, strong, young knights doing all those things she had feared - those things which now her body would welcome.
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She woke...
jane tried to relax. She had been alone and unable to move her arms or legs since he brought her into the bedroom and tied her securely to each corner of the large bed. The sheet felt fresh and clean under her body and he had fastened a blindfold over her eyes that was held firmly in place by a flat knot at the side of her head. She guessed he had done this before and had been foolish enough to ask him. He replied that she was receiving the benefit of many years of experience - but if she spoke again she would be gagged. His voice was firm and she did not challenge him.
He had left her alone in the room and she could hear him moving elsewhere in the house .. everyday noises that she strained to interpret. Was he coming back to the room? Were his footsteps louder? Was that the doorbell? She struggled for a few minutes on the bed when she thought she heard voices. She could not escape of course and the panic attack subsided as she recalled putting her trust in him to give her what he had called "a most erotic experience".
