Josephine stood, eyes closed, in the shimmering water of the lake. Her naked body glistening in the dying sunlight. She enjoyed the feel of the cool water on her skin, how it ran down her body, making her ample pubic hair curl in odd patterns around her luscious, pouting pussy lips. A twig snapped in the nearby forest, and Josephine's eyes snapped open, her hands instinctively covering her ample breasts.
The sun was almost setting, and she cursed to herself to be out so late in THESE woods. She would have believed the storied to be nothing but camp-fire ghost tales, if it were not for the disappearances. Four young ladies and five strapping men in the last two months alone.
She canned the forest as best she could in the dimming light. Making her way to the lake shore where she had shed her clothes. She ignored the elaborate lace undergarments, and quickly through her heavy green velvet dress over her body. He long auburn curls were quickly tied in a neat bow of lace, and she was pulling on her short leather boots.
"You should not be out in the woods this late, my lady." A cool, deep voice wafted out from the trees. Josephine could still see no-one. She clutched at the knife hidden in her left boot. "No need to fear" the strange voice paused, "Well, not me in any case." And finally, the man stepped forward into the fast fading light.
He was a young, slender man, strangely at odds with the deep, sonorous voice. His blonde hair tumbled to shoulder length, and there was something effeminate about his manner. But his pale blue eyes lingered in the curves of Josephine's body none-the-less.
"Were you watching me, sir?" Josephine said, at last, with the hint of a grin on her wide, pink lips.
The young man smiled. "Enough to see that your cuffs and collars match." He smiled broadly, the last hints of sunlight glinting on his small, white teeth. "But it is getting dark, and we should be getting you to shelter."
Josephine shuddered involuntarily. "I'm a ways from home", she said looking to the south. "Took me most of the day to find this spot."
The young man smiled, and waved his hand in a bow. "The permit me to offer the sanctuary of my humble home. It is quite close by."
Josephine smiled as the effeminate foppery. "I would be most grateful, sir." She said.
He smiled "I was counting on that." And his smile seemed somewhat naughty.
Josephine did not mind. She would not even mind a good seeing to from this young lord. The thought of it caused a stir in her belly, and a slight wetness in her pussy.
"But I don't even know your name." she said, suddenly.
"Nor I yours, my lady." The young man smiled, and pushed his shoulders back, standing proud. "I am the Count Von Barrovia, last heir to the Castle and lands of the Barrovian family."
Josephine kept a straight face. The Barrovian's had died out centuries ago, everyone knew the tale. The last Count had taxed the people so much that they could take it no longer. They rose against the Count, killing him and his entire retinue in a raid at dead of night. She was about to say something, but decided not to. "And I am Josephine." She said. "Just plain old, ordinary, Josephine".
The Count smiled. "Then you must call me Gavin, and we shall be off to the Castle."
Beyond the sudden hooting of an owl, that had Josephine clutching at Gavin's arm, the journey was uneventful. They arrived at the Castle, more of a large manor house really, within a few minutes and they entered. A female servant, beautiful and buxom, took Gavin's cloak and asked if he was ready for supper. He smiled, and declined, but instructed her to make the lounge ready, and to have the whole household gather there within the hour. The maid bowed, showing a great deal of cleavage, then scuttled off about her duties.
Gavin then led the way to the lounge and offered Josephine a seat on one of the luxuriously embroidered couches. She lounged beautifully upon a richly tapestried piece in green and gold. Gavin recline on a couch opposite where he could watch her at leisure.
They sat in silence for some moments, then the awkwardness of the situation was broken by the arrival of three men and two women. Each was dressed in fine clothing. The men in tight riding breeches with ruffled white dress shirts, the ladies in silk and lace evening gowns which showed far too much bosom for modesty. Josephine wondered what kind of people she had fallen in with. But the tingling in her groin only grew, and did the wet patch on her dress.
"These are Thomas, James, John, Ruth and Rebecca" Gavin said waving vaguely in the direction of the new comers. "We are all family on one way or another, though you may not think it to look at us."
Josephine could only agree. The beautifully blonde Gavin was nothing like the rough-hewn Thomas, or the tall and muscular James. John was quite dark of eyes and hair, his jaw-line fixed and square, his chest broad, and his breeches somewhat full.
"So, you admire John, eh?" Gavin said. "I can't say I blame you." He seemed to think a moment. "You must have him, right now." Gavin looked at John. "Take off those clothes and come see to the lovely Josephine.
"As you say, my lord." Said John and began to dis-robe. Josephine's eyes widened, and she looked from Gavin to John to the others. None seemed to think anything unusual was occurring. In fact, Josephine noticed that Thomas had moved to stand very close to Rebecca, his hand reaching around behind her.
About to protest, Josephine stopped as she gazed upon the now naked torso of John. His muscular arms and chest covered in a light dusting of dark hair. His stomach flat and hard. Then the breeches came down and Josephine gasped a little.
