A Testing Decision

THE PAGAN CRUSADES

Chapter 1: A Testing Decision

The malevolent silhouette of the castle barely registered against the sleet clouds ripping across the darkening sky. It was a winter evening that would chill a man to the core. Only the flickering of light from an upper window of the tower belied any sign of life.

A decade had now passed since the arrival of the Knights of the Cross in these wild Northern Baltic lands. Their holy mission remained the subjugation of the pagan tribes and their conversion to the true faith, by any means. The Order had embarked on their task in a orgy of violence with a zeal born of the failed crusades in the Holy Land.

The villagers in the town cowering below the castle had learned well the advisability of barricading themselves in their houses before the fall of darkness. Woe betide any unfortunate soul falling into the hands of the Lord's men after dark.

In the garret room the flickering glow of the candles cast Steffan's shadow against the glinting gold-work of a draped tapestry. A hirsute stocky man with the arms of a bear, hardened in battle, with a broad bearded face in which were set black mirror-less eyes devoid of compassion. A man of unusual ruthlessness, with a heart as dark as the Order's holy cross.

He turned to the others at the table. "My fellow Lords, evil is afoot here. These fell winds that carry the snow and the cry of the wolf to our walls are a clear sign that the pagans have been worshipping their idols again. What say you my Lord Conrad?"

"As God is my witness, this is an accursed winter. It is born of unnatural forces. I suspect a witch."

"A witch? Why say you so?"

"I am bewitched at night when I lie between the furs of my bed. My member stands erect like a hardened lance all night. I do not sully my holy vow by touching it. But it aches so, and my seed leaks from its eye. My mind is a tempest of carnal thoughts. My Lord, I cannot endure this torment? I beg an end to such suffering. My back is raw from my penitent flagellation."

"And you my Lords Ulrich and Volkmar? You are both wise of the ways of the pagans."

"I speak for Lord Volkmar and I when I say that we too have been bedevilled by thoughts of the flesh and the jousting of some unwilling naked young maiden between us like a hog on the spit. God forgive me, I feel my manhood straining to attention under these robes at the mention of such fornication."

"Yes, the devil is undoubtedly at work here. These pagan women are born to lead us into temptation. This is undoubtedly the work of a pagan witch. But who my Lord Conrad? Who?"

"My Lord Steffan, God has already graced us with divine guidance as to the witch's identity"

"Really, pray tell me more"

"I listen to the lewd talk of the men. They talk of nothing but the wise woman's daughter, blond Ursula. Apparently she is now of age, more than ample of chest, fair of face, and round of arse like the tastiest of peaches. They say she is full of spirit, as mischievous as a sprite, and wears her tunic tight to show her wares to the best advantage, to make a point or two on a cold day, if my Lord understands me?"

"The men talk about abducting her and having their debase way with her like beasts. She is surely a danger to the piety and discipline of the men. I resolve that we put her to the Holy Test"

"Thank you my Lord Conrad. I value your considered words as always. It enrages me that our brave men who suffered the trials of the long march of tears from Jerusalem should be so provoked by a common harlot. I agree, she should be put to the Holy Test." The hint of a smile flitted across the face of Conrad.

"My dear Lords, do not fear. I hope to put an end to your torments very soon. As my Lord Conrad knows, such torments can only be eased by the witch herself extracting the venom from the serpents of evil between our legs. It is a true test of our faith my brothers, but we must endure it until we can bear her oral caresses no more and involuntarily deliver our seed into her mouth. We must resist to the end. Truly, her repentance will be judged on the strength of her commitment to swallowing the vile venom and cleaning every remaining drop from the shining heads of our serpents before they wither." "Are we agreed on a Holy Test?"

"Aye" said all.

"Very well. Instruct the Sergeant to bring the witch to us forthwith -- unsullied mind. We must be fair and first give the maiden a thorough inspection for any marks of the devil in her sacred trinity of orifices. Have the chambermaid ensure she is cleansed and shaved in the manner of Saracen women -- as bald as Lord Conrad's head. Ha! And ensure she partakes of a healthy dose of senna potion to purge her bowels."

"Furthermore, order the Steward to prepare a room for the trial. Make sure a good fire is stoked. We would not wish our guest to get cold. There must be lots of wine for us, and warm oil for easing our lances into the witch's tightest hole where the devil may hide. This ordeal of flesh may may take all night and much of the 'morrow, and prove a physical endurance for all. May God have mercy on the witch."

Outside, the winter winds carried the sound of brazen laughter faintly down to the village. Ursula stirred uneasily under her coarse blanket, twitching in a disturbed sleep.

Conrad lay back lazily among the furs of his bed stroking his swollen erection in a steady rhythm, fantasising, as he had long been want to do, over the vision of a struggling Ursula bound spreadeagled to his bed, her ankles and wrists chafing on the restraining cords as he slowly rubbed the head of his member up and down her pussy lips already glistening with his pre-cum, ignoring her desperate pleas for him to stop as he pressed to violate her pink gates.

Conard cried out in involuntary orgasm. Opening an eye he observed the warm cum dripping from his fingers. "A tasty treat for a filthy witch" he mused, and lying back in his furs again in reverie, laughed wickedly - "If she feigns not to like it, then I will whip her most sensitive parts until she does."

TBC