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Chapter 01: Innocence Lost
It was the Dark Age in British history, a time of upheaval and turbulence. Missing a real leader, kings and knights were engaged in battling each other or, alternatively, in plotting and intriguing. It was during these troubled times Oruale was born on the green island of Erin. She was the second child and eldest daughter of Egan, the blacksmith, and his wife Fiona. When she was a couple months old, the color of her hair gradually turned red like of her mother's and soon after, a first freckle was discernable on the white skin of her cheeks.
Egan was an honest and enterprising man, always eager to improve his craft. Soon he took an apprenticeship to become an armorer. He liked to make bold decisions in life. Some of these decisions would turn out very well; on the other hand some of them could turn out disastrously. When rumors from the main island reached him about a young King trying to unify Britain, it was all Egan needed to decide to leave Ireland. He was sure his skills would be needed and living at the grounds of a castle would provide protection for his growing family and secure the education of his children. Since Oruale was born Fiona had given birth to two sturdy boys and a sweet daughter, Bronwyn, the youngest scion of the family and the apple of everyone's eye.
Thus, Egan in troubled times found an opportunity for himself, at the same time providing protection, refuge and education for his family, in the castle of Sir Lot, ruler of Lothian, the kingdom in the North. Egan's technical skills placed him in a trustworthy position and his children received lessons from the same teachers tutoring the infants of squires and Knights. Soon Oruale made friends since it was easy to like the cheerful redheaded girl with her laughing face, all covered by cute freckles.
Oruale was twelve years old when she and her friends were playing the timeless game of hide and seek in the forest northwest of the castle, the natural playground for them. In an adaptation, inspired by the actual situation they lived in, the children divided themselves into 'the good ones' and 'the bad ones'. When Oruale and two of her girl friends were captured, three boys, looking menacingly at them and clearly being 'the bad knights', tied the girls to the trees so that they hardly were able to reach the ground with their toes.
Then they left them for what seem liked hours but in reality were only a few minutes. When the boys returned, they spanked the girls mildly. Oruale joined the two other girls in screaming at the top of her longs as they were expected to do and shouting them to stop. How fortunate the girls were timely 'saved' by 'the gallant knights'! Only when they all returned to the castle Oruale realized she actually had liked the spanking. She also had experienced a strange new feeling between her legs. In bed that evening, protected by the darkness, for the first time she explored that humid region with her hand, seeking to revive those agreeable feelings she experienced earlier.
About a year after that episode Fiona fell seriously ill. First there was help from good-willing neighbors but soon Oruale as the eldest daughter gradually filled in. She was handy and practical, gifted with a terrific amount of common sense. When it became evident Fiona's illness would be chronic, the bright girl gradually took more care of her siblings to emerge as a second mother. The freckled, chubby redhead also physically matured which did not remain unnoticed to the male population of the castle. King Lot was an influential Knight and used to receive several knights from other areas. Many a visitor gave a sympathetic glance to the charming redhead. Although of common birth, the girl had acquired the dignified posture of a woman of noble ancestry. For a bold man like Egan the secret glimpses at his daughter were enough to generate ambitious plans for her. Matching her with a real heir would be out of her reach but some noble Knights like King Lot had several younger sons. Opportunities might present themselves but Egan was wise enough to keep these ambitions to himself. He never confided to a member of his family. To do otherwise he considered improper and dangerous. However, to cherish these ambitions would prove to generate danger anyway.
It happened shortly after her eighteenth birthday, on a beautiful spring afternoon, that Oruale left the castle for a ride. Of course she didn't own a horse. However, being friends with the children of knights and squires, from her youth she had opportunities enough to share their horses or to ride them for a couple of hours. In fact Oruale had become quite a horsewoman. The following day several men would leave to the South to join a campaign against the Saxons. Her close friend Clarisse, the youngest daughter of King Lot had offered to let her ride her horse this afternoon since it wouldn't be possible for the women to ride outside the castle alone after the departure of so many men.
The day before she had asked Gorvenal, the man who took care of Clarissa's horse, to saddle her mare for this afternoon. Oruale normally didn't feel so comfortable with Gorvenal. He always eyed her so intensely and she always felt his glances when she turned her back to him. This time however, he was in good spirits and he even told her about the beauty of the Glamoran forest in spring. She had decided to follow up on his suggestion and soon she was headed to the South. She had heard the men would, the following day follow the same route, an alternative to the regular path to the South. They probably wanted their departure to be as inconspicuous as possible. Gorvenal had been right: the forest was beautiful in springtime. The light illuminated even central parts of the forest which otherwise would be dark and somber. Slowly Oruale took her horse even deeper into the forest. She was unaware being shadowed from a distance.
Rufus of Carlisle smiled while he followed her. The light breeze rustling through the foliage conveniently masked the soft swishing of his horse moving through the grass and leaves. He was the natural son of the ruler of Carlisle, Sir Gormont, visiting the castle as member of the delegation to negotiate support for King Lot's political ambitions. He had noticed the girl and taken interest in her. He even had asked a matchmaker to approach her father. That old bitch only reported him that the man had laughed in her face and told her a bastard would not suffice for his daughter.
What impertinence from a simple blacksmith who had picked up a few tricks here and there! What he obviously couldn't have cooperatively and legally, he plotted to take anyway. He would just have his pleasure and never would return to this place. In Gorvenal he found a source of information and some more assistance to make a perfect plan. The fellow would follow the girl from the castle to lend him a hand later. He had provided him with a rough mask of sacking: while similar Rufus would wear a knight's helmet that obscured almost all of his face.
Gorvenal had told him that Oruale used to pick some flowers for her sick mother and his information was perfect. When Rufus saw her dismount he straightened his bow and silently fitted an arrow. He gave a sharp whistle and let his arrow fly. It flew through the air and hit the ground next to her feet. It was meant to scare her and to freeze. His plan worked out perfectly, exactly on cue he saw the masked Gorvenal racing to the scene from the other side. Oruale was horrified when the arrow struck so near. She saw a masked man running at her. All alone and confused, she could take only a couple of steps before he caught her. His intentions were clear when his rough and ruthless hands started tearing her clothes from her. Rufus watched while Gorvenal stripped Oruale from her clothes. She was weeping in shame and fear. When she saw him approaching her, she desperately tried to cover her breasts and her loins at the same time.
Rufus' heart started pumping faster. The splendor of her nudity exceeded all he had anticipated. She was statuesque with a sinuous, alluring body although perhaps certain areas were wider than to be expected from an ideal beauty. His lips curled, he always liked his meat to be rich. Her breasts were large and firm and their lovely curve made him crave to run his hands slowly around it. Her hips were wide, well molded with luxurious flesh, exactly how he liked it. Her legs were slim, with beautifully shaped firm muscles.
She gasped when she saw him walking up to her. Gorvenal kept her wrists behind her in a tight grip and had her in complete control. Close up she was more perfect than ever. Now he could admire more of her body in nice detail, the small mole beneath her right breast, and the puckered areola around her swollen nipple. His eyes wandered lower, to the chalky white flat belly, moving in the rhythm of her gasping breath. Farther down was the spectacular beauty of her flaming triangle, totally exposed and visible and yet so mysterious. He would find out the treasure deeply hidden in the bush, and then fill that inaccessible cunt with his prick, so intense and full that she'd never be able to close her legs again. He smiled cruelly musing on this prospect.
Rufus signed Gorvenal to hand the girl over. He turned her around, holding a firm bicep in each hand when he marched her in front of him. She had a firm, straight back, and a lovely curve to her spine. The narrow waist rounded out into the fleshy dome of her bottom quivering sinuously as she walked. He put one hand against her buttocks as she walked. Feeling the smooth silky skin made his hand tingle, brought his cock crushing up against the inside of his clothing, giving it the yearning ache only an intense fuck would relieve.
