Chapter Four: Femme Escate
It had been months since the scoundrel, Guillme, had deposited her with the Beauchamp peasants that now kept her as a slave. There was no respect for her station, no wisp of even thought for it, or the fact that she was even human. They treated her like an unwanted animal, but watched her closely to make sure she didn't run. The only friend she seemed to have was the farmer's son, Julien-Paul, who brought her more food once his parents had retired for the night.
At first her job was to clean the dung from the barn and around the cottage. Soon Gilbert-Luc Beauchamp added working near the house, washing clothes on a washing board. And she was never working fast enough, even though her fingers bled every day. And on bad days, which was most every day, Gilbert-Luc snatched his wooden rod and beat her until her body was drenched in her own blood.
At night, however, after the last of the lights went out, Julien-Paul would come out with a bowl of water and rags, cleaning the blood off her body and telling her how he wished he could kill his father for her. He was angry when he said it, but she knew that Julien-Paul was unable to attempt such a feat. His heart was too big for him, even though he knew his father's death would make no one cry but his own.
Autumn came cold and harsh. Julien-Paul and his younger sister, Audrey-Christelle, brought her a blanket that night, surprising her by bringing their own and sitting by her to keep her some company.
"Before you came my father said that you were once a Princess, casted out of your house by your own father," Audrey said. "Is that true?"
"Audrey!" Julien-Paul shouted.
"No, it's okay, Julien. I wasn't a princess. I was a Lady of the Court, the daughter of a Baron. And it wasn't my father who casted me from the House. I was abducted by the man who brought me here. He drugged me and took me away, telling everyone he met that I was dead. It was all some sort of cruel scheme, but I don't know who, why or how any of this happened," Geneveve said.
"Guillme! He's a wicked man. The guy works as a mercenary for those who can pay him well. We see him around Nazas all the time since he brought you," Audrey-Christelle said. "He likes out bath house."
"Bath house?"
"Yeah," Julien-Paul said. "It's where men go to get clean and spend some time with ladies. You know, those types that you buy just to have sex with."
"That's it," Audrey-Christelle said, smiling. "The village whores!"
Julien-Paul laughed. "Someday I will have to visit them."
"I asked father if you could go to the market with me," Audrey-Christelle said.
"Really?"
"Yes! We go to barter some of our food for other supplies and we have to get ready for the winter. Father said I must show you a few tricks, but you could go," Audrey-Christelle said. "And you can meet a couple of friends of mine."
"That's perfect," Julien-Paul said. "Meeting new people may raise Geneveve's spirit."
Geneveve wasn't so sure, but it did sound nice to leave the farm for awhile.
"Good, because Father's corvee comes in a couple of weeks and Father will surely send Geneveve his is stead."
"Corvee?" Geneveve said.
"Yes. We live on the lands of our Lords and, to pay rent for our lands, we must work in their fields so many days out of the year," Julien-Paul said. "Last year it was Father and I, but Father bought you to take his place in our Lord's fields."
"So we will be going?" Geneveve said and Julien-Paul nodded, which was enough for her. Maybe this would give them a chance to get closer. Even better, maybe it was an opportunity to escape.
***
Wraith had realized over the years since her and Hegan had summoned the Black Annis, that she and Hegan hadn't aged a day. Of course, the realization that her beauty would remain forever was glorious; the fact that she would live forever was even better. That's probably why she was still with Hegan, and she'd probably remain with her forever, too.
About a year ago they moved to Nizas because Hegan told her that something very important to their Quest would happen here one day. Wraith still wasn't sure what their "Quest" was, but she trusted Hegan totally now. In fact, Wraith knew that she, herself, was the only person in the known world that Hegan protected and had never stabbed in the back.
When they were kids, Hegan told her that they were friends forever... And Hegan's words were a sworn destiny written in the eternal rocks of the earth.
In Nizas, the two girls joined a bath house, which was looking for women to stalk their bath stalls for the men who needed some "relaxation". And Wraith feared that Hegan's plan to work there was a little dangerous, especially since the Church had their eye on them all the time. But, as it turned out, the Church accepted them and dismissed what they did at the same time.
Before anybody in the village caught on that they weren't aging, they'd have to move soon, but Hegan kept insisting that the time hadn't come yet. So Wraith past the days away, pleasuring the men, some of them regulars, and realizing that sex was becoming more and more mundane and trivial. That was until a local man began disguising himself, sneaking in, unveiling only when he was behind the hanging sheets that separated the bath stalls. He was about 42 and still a virgin, he said. But he couldn't resist her. He
needed
her.
"Call me Magdan," he said.
"That would be my pleasure, Magdan," Wraith said, wearing only a bath robe, her slim hands helping "Magdan" take his hooded robe off. The man was shaking, so she took his hands and began to rub them. "You don't have to be frightened. I will help you bathe every part of your body. You just lay back and relax. Try to enjoy it. I promise that it will feel very good and all of that stress that you've built up all your life will begin to slip away..."
Magdan took off his slacks and chemise and, once she took them from him, he began to climb in the warm water that she made for him. She eyed his penis, which was still flaccid, but looked a good size. Not the biggest she had ever seen, but it was a shame that the man had hid it from women for all these years. It was a perfectly good penis, nice, veiny; something many women wouldn't mind pleasuring.
When Magdan sat back into the water, sighing with the aches melting away in the warmth, Wraith took a sponge, soaped it up and began to brush it against his hairy chest. He closed his eyes while she moved the sponge slowly up and down, getting lower each time.
"It feels so good," Magdan said.
"And it has only begun," Wraith said.
She sponged his neck, his shoulders and arms and moved down to his feet and legs next. The whole time Magdan laid in the water, eyes closed and breathing steadily. But when she was done, it was time to get to his back, so she told him to get up and turn around so that he was standing on his hands and knees in the water. She washed his back, running her sponge over the back muscles and then over his ass cheeks.
Wraith had to move around behind him to clean his ass and run the sponge over his balls, which were starting to pull up. His cock was distending, looking good all wet and shiny. His pleasure and having the this man in such a submissive stance began to make her own pussy ache, so she grabbed his balls and slowly stroked them as she rubbed the sponge over his hanging engorgement.
"How does that feel?"
"Jesus! It feels wonderful!"
"I told you."
Wraith let the sponge drop in the water, taking his hanging cock with her other hand. Now she was massaging his whole sex. Magdan began moaning a little, his breathing quickening. And Wraith was so inspired that she did what her clients loved the best: she closed her blue eyes and stuffed her face between his cheeks. They loved how her silver-blond locks brushed against their asses, her wet mouth pressing against their assholes, tongue slipping and sliding around their tight rims. Magdan was no different, begging her not to stop. For the joy of it she even poked her tongue in a couple times, making the man gasp.
At the same time, her fingers curled around his cock, she jacked him to as hard as he could get. In her other hand, she could feel some muscles beginning to contract under his balls, so she stopped and stood up, letting go of him.
"Oh...," he said, apparently dispirited with what he thought was the end of their time. "I'll just get my--"
