Natalia scrambled from his knee wriggling her hips as she pulled the simple sackcloth dress down over her throbbing bottom, tugging its hem as far as it would allow. He had lifted it to just below her breasts, exposing the lower curve of her belly and its wispy triangle of fur before putting her across his lap. The rough material barely covered her knees, woefully short of the sumptuous dresses she had worn in her previous life when to display even an ankle was thought inappropriate. Her hands worked tenderly behind her, the spanking Scabious had just given her without doubt the longest and most painful so far.
He remained seated on the stump of a felled tree at the edge of the clearing he called a field, his eyes scanning his slave properly for the first time, watching her breasts heaving beneath the simple dress as she caressed her bottom. Her hair was returning, no longer bald and he noticed for the first time the almost golden sheen of the downy fluff shining in the midday sun. His cock jerked within his loose clothing, her worth lay in her body and not in her puny strength he reckoned, her poor efforts on the land earning her the spanking he had just given her but he knew she would never be a farm girl.
'You will work hard for me tonight girl,' he said evenly, it was an order not a request.
'Yes Master,' Natalia answered. She would work hard with his cock, not for his pleasure but for the comfort of a bed for the night in preference to the floor with the dog! This was not just a world away from her pampered life as a Princess, it was an entire Universe.
*****
Lady Helena marvelled at the majesty of Lord Templar's manhood in her hands. How do men hide such magnificent assets beneath their robes from a woman's searching eyes? She thought, cupping the enormous sac containing his testicles like a purse holding his jewels slung behind his monster erection. The purse was almost too large for her small hand and his erection too thick for her other to encircle it, the angry purple-red mushroom threatening her as opposed to the gentle, caring nature of its owner.
Lord Templar had fed and nursed her to full health for two weeks since releasing her from Slaveria's hell hole beneath the Castle. He had resisted her offers to satisfy the lust she knew he had for her, the opposite of the years he had sought her hand only to be rejected in favour of King Hinea, a union that would never be. Hinea had no wish to make her his Queen but she was useful in his bed and as a surrogate mother to Natalia and Saria, his little twin Princesses. But Templar had been patient, hoping one day to make Helena his own and now she knelt before him, naked but for jewels and sandals, caressing his ardent cock in the manner of his many dreams.
He had refreshed her, given her clothes, gems and fragrances giving her back her high born status stripped from her by the thug who calls himself a Lord. Daygar was his enemy and he would win or die in his bid to retake Arenia from him. He sucked in breath as if winded as Helena nuzzled her full wet lips against his tip, kissing his bald end whilst running a finger along its spine, her other hand continued to caress his balls. This at least would be one dream fulfilled.
Templar stroked her long raven-black hair as she bobbed freely at his crotch, her hands exploring him as she sucked his cock greedily, her fingers straying across his tight buttocks then above her head over his muscled stomach. He had waited for so long for this moment and fought to retain his juices yet unwilling to stop her giving him such pleasure, her soft hair glistening as it rippled down her back with the steady movement of her head. She looked up at him with large pleading yet grateful eyes, knowing he had saved her from a life of violent exploitation, begging him to forgive her rejections of the past.
Lady Helena lay back with her legs spread wide for the Knight to enter her, almost climaxing at the feel of his ardent cock as he nudged against her folds, easing between them into her soft wet cunt. His generous girth filled every part of her as he deployed his length to find her tender 'spot' at the neck of her womanhood. Her legs closed about him at his arrival, bearing down onto his shaft to extract the last centimetre of it, strange sounds emerging from her half open lips as he began to work the magic only a man can perform.
'Will you find Natalia?' she husked as she clawed his back with manicured nails, reinstated by her new handmaidens.
'The Princess will take her place on the throne of Arania,' he said decisively, his balls finally releasing his hot liquid, surging along his cock into her inner sanctum.
*****
Lady Lawinia and her sisters had arrived safely in Zoran at last and enjoying the hospitality of Duke Vadris and Duchess Katriona at their sumptuous Castle. The two elder sisters had resolved to forget the serfs who had raped them in the forests of Kandalla and maintain the illusion of purity; their supposed virgin status would prove vital in their quest for a good union with powerful men. Rosa could not easily forget the scruffy serf who had defiled her and taken her maidenhood from her in such unsavoury circumstances yet she was not appalled, the opposite was true and those thoughts made the need for a man ever more urgent.
Lawinia was of a similar mind. She wished she had known the name of the peasant who had handled her so roughly, it would have made her recollections all the sweeter. She too needed to attract a powerful man but for now any man would do!
Duke Vadris was the perfect host. His wealth and power were legendary as was the beauty of his consort Katriona and unknown to him two young ladies who shared his table urgently wanted to share his bed!
*****
Five men lay dead and several wounded, some mortally by the time Boudina had been brought to the ground, her flailing arms and legs suppressed by six more of Grojon's men. Her life was about to be extinguished by the blade flashing in front of her, a single stroke across her throat before drowning in her own blood.
'Stop!' Grojon ordered as he strode into the huge chamber. 'Bring her to me.'
Boudina was hauled from the floor and presented to the Commander who then wiped the spittle from his face as she vented her disdain at him. His hand swept the gown from her body as if it were made of cobwebs, presenting her nakedness to all, her ample breasts bouncing free of the tight bodice. Grojon then gripped her long auburn hair and brought her to her knees in front of him. 'Bind the bitch,' he boomed. Strong cord from the drapes were cut and Boudina's hands shackled behind her, then her feet and the two lashed together preventing her from standing.
'I'll bite your cock off if you touch me heathen bastard,' she howled in a low determined voice.
