The thunder rumbled through the green hills as you rode your chestnut stallion towards the family manor. Rain drops splattered onto the dry path the horse cantered along, muttering you looked about for somewhere to shelter from the gathering tempest. Lightning flashed nearby and a deep roar of thunder washed over the horse. As it struck the horse reared and as you tried to hold on the saddle slipped and you dropped onto the ground below. You passed quickly into unconsciousness as the horse fled down the woodland path.
Stirring you awoke in a single ill-made cot, at first you wondered what had happened and why you were here in this hovel, more you wondered why your clothes had been removed leaving you in only your shift and underwear. Then you saw me sitting in the chair near you and called imperiously to me.
"You there, yes you why am I here?"
I sprang to my feet and stood above you. I looked at you and felt a surge of desire rush through as I looked at your beautiful face, your golden hair curled about a milk white skin, your red lips were so exciting and your corn blue eyes looked at me with disdain. Your face was completed by a pert turned up nose. I saw her breasts rise and fall beneath her shift.
As I watched you, you looked into my face and saw a mixture of shyness and lust. You had often seen this look in men's faces and had learnt how to use it for your advantage. There was a quick smile before you looked into my eyes and slapped my face. I reeled back shaken and shook my head slowly.
"How dare you look at me like that," you screamed into my face making me flinch.
Sitting up the shift gaped open allowing the briefest of glances to your white bosom. You quickly followed my gaze to your breasts and smiling again you slapped the other cheek. I shuddered at that smile, there was no friendship in it.
"And why am I like this. I have been disrobed you peasant. Why you could have raped me!!"
I stepped back and wrung my hands.
"N-n-no my Lady!" I exclaimed.
"All I did was remove your wet things. I have not touched you at all,"though a grown man I felt that my speech was whining,"I would never do anything to you."
I pleaded you to be believed and you smiled that small predatory smile,"What am I not good enough for you?"
Too late I saw the trap that had been sprung. I was confused by your words, you cowed me and I wanted to run from this harsh vixen whose words and actions scared me. As I looked at you again you cupped your breasts as though offering them to me. I was even able to make out the pale pink flesh that was the teat of your breast. They seemed to be firm and excited, standing out and pressing the thin cloth towards me. Realising what I was looking at I looked down and saw that your knickers had been pushed down and I could make out a tuft of black hair. I felt my face burn as I blushed.
"Enough of your lewd gazes and behaviour sir,"you spoke contemptuously to me,"Though you are such a peasant I doubt if you understand good manners."
