The Medieval Fair - the Castle

Third story of the Medieval Fair, although chronologically in the second. The thing about doing these so-called prequels to already published stories is to get to a familiar point without it seeming forced. I hope I have succeeded with these two stories.

Regarding the future of the Medieval Fair, as you may have read, it will remain open all year round, which means thousands of innocent and unwary young people visiting it and ending up with a necklace. Some of those stories I hope to publish here.

The MedievalFair - The Castle

I let Mr. Andrew lead me by the leash without saying anything, looking down somewhat embarrassed, thinking what people will think when they see me, although I soon realize that for any of the men who are walking around the Fair, I'm just another slave girl.

Only when he stops to talk to another man, dressed like him as a monk, do I feel a tremendous embarrassment as he looks my body up and down.

"I knew you were not going to be able to avoid buying yourself a slave girl;" the man tells him. "And I have to say, she's one of the prettiest I've seen at the Fair. I hope you'll let me fuck her at the party tonight."

I shudder at the smile Mr. Andrew's face takes on, and try to resist when he pulls the leash to pull me closer to him.

My meager resistance proves futile, Mr. Andrew grabs me around the waist and brings his free hand to my pussy, which is still wet after all the orgasms I reached in the Temple.

"I'm sorry Stephan, but at the moment I have no intention of sharing this slave girl;" he replies to the man inserting two of his fingers into my pussy, causing me to be unable to hold back moans of pleasure. "She's one of my students, I just claimed her at the Temple of Lesbos after watching her fuck first a classmate and then a VIP pass slut. She's never been touched by a man."

"You're a lucky bastard;" the man replies. "Everyone says that lesbian sluts become the hottest and most submissive slave girls."

"Submissive I don't know, but horny she is and very much so;" Mr. Andrew points out pulling his thoroughly soaked fingers out of my pussy, bringing them to my mouth for me to clean, which I do without thinking. "I'll tell you next time we meet."

"I'm sorry about what happened Miss Thomas;" Mr. Andrew says to me as the man walks away. "It was necessary to act this way so he wouldn't claim you as a slave girl;" he adds opening the door to the clothing store.

I don't answer him, all this has left me frustrated and worried, frustrated because I expected him to bring me to orgasm, not caring that the other man was in front of me, and worried because of what he said about seeing me in the Temple.

My worries disappear as soon as I look up and see everything around me, I don't quite know what clothing store I expected to find at the Fair, but by no means one like this one, with elegant dresses, jewelry and accessories, everything I've dreamed of all my life, and never been able to have.

"I don't think they have peasant dresses here;" I say to Mr. Andrew.

"I'm sure they don't;" he replies to me. "But I don't think you'd want to visit the castle dressed as a peasant girl, as soon as you got near the gates, the guards would stop you to put you on one of the pillories and fuck you."

"Visit the castle?" I ask him in surprise.

"As part of the agreement of the sale of your companions, I have access to the castle facilities, and in a little while there is a banquet performance;" he comments to me. "I wasn't sure whether to attend, but picking you up at the Temple and remembering our conversations over the past few days, I thought it would be a good idea."

I look at Mr. Andrew, I am passionate about history, although he is the Rector and the law professor, he has a degree in Renaissance History, and I have talked to him a lot about these topics, and especially about how much I would like to visit the castle. I want to tell him yes, but then I remember everything that happens at the Fair and I look down.

"I'm sorry Mr. Andrew, but I don't want to end up with a necklace around my neck."

Mr. Andrew walks over to me and placing his hand under my chin, he lifts my head to look at him.

"No one can enslave you as long as you are with me;" he comments to me. "And if what you're worried about is me enslaving you, just think that as soon as I picked you up at the Temple dressed like this, I could have quietly bent you over one of the tables, fucked you, and made you my slave girl."

"But I didn't, I like chatting with you and I don't think any of your companions would be able to hold an intelligent conversation;" he comments to me.

"Well maybe Kate;" I say, "Although with her the conversations would be about astrophysics and mathematics."

"I think you'd better take a bath before you pick out a dress;" Mr. Andrew tells me signaling to one of the slave girls tending the store.

I blush as I realize why Mr. Andrew says about the bath, my thighs are shiny and sticky after the orgasms in the Temple, and my hair tangled with sweat.

"You're right, I'll take a quick shower;" I say following the slave girl into the back room not realizing my mistake.

As I enter the back room, I discover two slave girls pouring water into a huge wooden tub, realizing that a quick shower is not going to be possible.

One of the slave girls takes me by the hand and leads me towards the tub, helping me into it, at once between her and the other slave girl they begin to remove my harness.

As soon as I am naked, they start washing me and rubbing me with some soft sponges, as it happened with Kate when she was stripped in the temple, the slave girls pay too much attention to my tits and pussy, although I don't mind in the least, only when I see Mr. Andrew leaning next to the door, naked and with a slave girl kneeling at his feet sucking his cock, I try to cover myself ashamed.

"I've walked you naked around the Fair and played with my fingers in your pussy;" he points out to me. "I don't think you should be ashamed because I see you bathed by two slave girls;" he adds pushing the slave girl away and approaching me.

I don't stop covering myself until Mr. Andrew steps in front of me and removes my hands with his, I don't even notice that the slave girls have stopped washing me, I can't take my eyes off his cock, almost as big as the slave boys I saw this morning.

Although I expected otherwise, Mr. Andrew starts washing me, without saying anything, without making any inappropriate moves, although it is obvious from the way his cock gets even harder that he has feelings for me.

As he washes me, I notice Mr. Andrew, he must be in his forties, he looks handsome in the face, always with his three-day beard and his hypnotic eyes each one of a color, but now appreciating his well-groomed body, without being overly muscled, I wonder what it would be like to fuck him, a young college body with a mature man's experience.

I feel his hard cock rubbing against my body, arousing me, causing me an intense desire to feel it inside me. All this time I have kept my arms slumped beside my body, but my desire urges me to raise them and touch his body, I bring one hand to his muscular chest with slight traces of hair and move the other in the direction of his cock.

When he feels the touch of my hand, Mr. Andrew recoils as if something had hit him hard, lets out a loud grunt and moves away towards the door, meeting one of the slave girls who was bathing me. With unexpected violence after the way he has treated me, he grabs the slave girl and pushes her against the wall starting to fuck her roughly, cumming in a few seconds with a loud grunt, pulling out of the slave girl's pussy and leaving the back room.

The slave girl comes to me with a towel to dry me, I look at her face, it is furrowed with tears, I look down at her thighs and see traces of thick white liquid flowing down her thighs. She gives every impression that despite being a slave girl, she is not used to being treated that way.

The other slave girl joins her companion and they begin to do my hair and make-up, and then dress me, putting on white silk stockings and a corset of the same color, which tightens until it almost takes my breath away, lifting my tits making them look bigger. As I go to put on some panties Mr. Andrew's voice stops them.

"You won't need them;" he tells them, again causing my pussy to become slightly wet.

The slave girls leave the panties on the table and pull an elegant blue dress from its holster, dressing me in it.

They place me in front of a mirror as they finish dressing me, I look amazing, but I am again very scared. It may be a very elegant and very expensive dress, but like everything else I have seen at the Fair, it is made for one purpose only, to control and dominate the woman wearing it.

Although to anyone who doesn't notice, they will go unnoticed, the dress has several rings lined with fabric on the wrists, forearms and waist, the four inches heels also have some rings as an adornment, even the way the dress closes around my neck, conveys the impression that I am wearing a necklace.

To prove that it's not just an impression, Mr. Andrew walks over to me and hooks the same leash he brought me with guiding me through the harness to one of the rings at my waist.

"You look beautiful, you are going to be the sensation of the party;" he says to me surely as a compliment, but causing me to feel a sense of panic.

"Before we go to the castle we have to stop by and pick up some gifts for the host;" he tells me as we leave the tent. "You can ask me anything you want."

I want to ask him why he hasn't fucked me if he obviously wanted to, if he is going to fuck me, but as I see a man walk by with a naked slave girl behind him, a question comes to my mind.

"Why have you enslaved Julia?" I ask him remembering the image of my partner kneeling at his feet sucking his cock.

"Because she asked me to before coming to the Fair;" he answers me. "Her parents were going to sell her in a few days to a breeding farm, she preferred something else, even being a brothel slave girl. She has been bought by an acquaintance who was looking for a young slave girl to take care of his children, it will allow her to stay in school, at least as long as her future pregnancy allows her to do so."

We walk through the Fair crossing quite a few people, everyone looks at me, the men with desire and the women with envy. After ten minutes we arrive at the slave girl registration building, where there are several slave girls chained and exposed at the entrance, although we stop at the door without entering.

Seeing us arrive one of the slave girls who was standing perfectly still without being restrained, enters inside the building and seconds later a man in leather pants and apron comes out, causing me to wonder what a blacksmith is doing in a slave girl registration building.

"Only the branding is left;" the man comments. "I thought you might like to do it personally;" he adds heading to the side of the building.

I let out a yelp as I see where we are headed and understand what the blacksmith's presence means, a few feet away is a manger of sorts with several chained slave girls and braziers with branding irons all over them.

"Which brand are you going to choose?" the blacksmith asks Mr. Andrew, standing behind two hooded slave girls.

"They are a gift for the Duke;" Mr. Andrew replies without further ado.

With a nod the blacksmith picks up an iron from the wall and puts it in the brazier to heat up.

"It will take a few minutes to heat up, you can use the slave girls while you wait;" comments the blacksmith. "If you leave them on the verge of orgasm just before you brand them, they'll cum like real bitches."

"No thanks, but you can use them if you want to let us see that;" replies Mr. Andrew.

The blacksmith stands behind one of the girls, signaling another of the workers to stand behind the other. As the two slave girls are being fucked, Mr. Andrew approaches the slave girls and begins to untie their hoods.

I put my hand to my mouth not to scream when I see the face of the first slave girl, it is our teacher Miss Paige, scared I don't want to look at the other slave girl not knowing who I can meet, although when I do it is not anyone I expected. It is about the woman who has fucked me in the Temple, who as soon as she is free of the hood and the gag she has built in starts screaming and insulting.

"You are going to regret this, you have no idea who I am;" she screams, although the way her voice is cracking shows that she is enjoying being fucked like a slave girl.

No one bothers to interrupt her screams; Mr. Andrew simply grabs the branding iron selected by the blacksmith and places it in front of her face for a few seconds before handing it to the blacksmith.

"Please don't!" the woman begins to plead, pleas that like protests are completely ignored, and are only interrupted when a scream escapes her mouth as she feels the hot iron against her skin.

Beside her Miss Paige is being similarly branded, and as the blacksmith has said, both slave girls come to a beastly, shattering orgasm, cumming in spurts.

"Our transport has come to the castle;" Mr. Andrew tells me.

I turn and see an elegant and decorated carriage, like the ones you might see in any painting of the period, although instead of being guided by four white horses, it is guided by four pony girls with tanned skins and long dark manes.

While Mr. Andrew helps me into the carriage, the blacksmith and his assistant fasten the two slave girls to the back, attaching chains to the piercings that now adorn their nipples and clitoris.

Once everything is arranged, Mr. Andrew orders the pony girls to get going.

I am immediately struck by the way the four pony girls move without anyone guiding them, in a completely coordinated and harmonious way.

"As is the case at the Slave Expo, most of the slave girls are owned by the organization, trained and drilled for their roles, only the games and not all incorporate new slave girls;" Mr. Andrew comments to me. "Most of the enslaved girls end up being sold to private individuals, often acquaintances, although now that the Fair is going to be open year round this is likely to change."

After Mr. Andrew finishes speaking, I look back at the two slave girls plodding along behind the carriage. Tears stream down Miss Paige's face, she is a history teacher, and I was hoping she would be teaching me next year.

I've barely spoken to her these past few months, and I've never noticed her much, but at twenty-five she has a slender body, with not-too-big boobs and an attractive face.

The other woman is still as scared as when Mr. Andrew showed her the branding iron, unlike with Miss Paige I don't feel sorry for her, despite the pleasure I got, I still remember the way she treated me despite knowing I was a free woman, as if she was a common whore.

"Miss Paige will be fine;" Mr. Andrew comments to me. "The Fair was looking for a consultant in medieval history, and she is one of the best there is, she is going to live in a world she loves and knows, with extras that didn't exist then, though who knows, maybe things will be more like this than what we have been told."

"Mrs. Stone has been a last-minute extra, an extra that will make the Duke very happy."

"Why has he enslaved her then?" I ask.

"Because of what she did to you in the Temple;" he replies to me. "I saw you and Miss Parker enter the Temple, and I was going to wait for your departure to invite you to the castle, seeing Miss Parker leave alone, I entered the Temple from one of the sides and saw what happened."

I lower my eyes in embarrassment, not because of everything the woman did to me, but because I understand that Mr. Andrew knows what Kate and I were doing.

"Miss Parker is very pretty and has a great body, I'm sure you would enjoy it very much;" he tells me.

Luckily the sight of the castle makes me forget everything, my worries, my fears, and most of all the excitement that runs through my whole body.

Although I have seen dozens of images of the castle since it was moved stone by stone from a small town in the Castilian plateau, dreaming of being able to visit it someday when it was opened to the public, it has been in the last two weeks when I have paid more attention to its design and interior, masturbating myself by imagining it full of dungeons and slave girls chained in them.

It has a trapezoidal plan, with turrets at all angles, although the main part or keep is on the southwest side, it is surrounded by high walls with several cylindrical towers, and access is through a barbican with a grille and drawbridge.

Two soldiers lift the gate on seeing us arrive and give us access to the inner courtyard, where a dozen carriages similar to ours await. Two young women dressed in colorful costumes as if they were royal pages approach us, and without a word from Mr. Andrew they release Miss Paige and Miss Stone and take them away.

"You will surely see them during the meal or after the banquet is over;" Mr. Andrew tells me pulling my leash to guide me inside the castle.

Anyone who sees me will think I'm crazy, I'm walking through a huge room with slave girls chained on all sides being fucked by one, two or even three men, and I can't stop looking at the tapestries on the walls, the armor, the furniture, all the decoration of the castle as if I were in a fairy tale.

I am so enraptured with my surroundings that I almost bump into Mr. Andrew when he stops in front of our host, a host I know and who smiles at me when he sees my surprised face.

"Good afternoon, Miss Thomas;" he greets me taking my hand to give me a kiss on the back. "When I told you a few months ago that I would be keeping an eye on your academic developments and that I hoped to see you soon, I never expected it to be under these circumstances;" he tells me without letting go of my hand lowering his gaze to the ample cleavage caused by the corset I am wearing.

"You are delightful, I hope you enjoy the evening;" he says letting go of my hand.

I sit next to Mr. Andrew, a few feet away from our host, who is none other than Mr. Oskar Nights, heir to the most important communications empire in the world, and one of the patrons of our school, the only one left after a financial scandal by the school's treasurer. I met him a few months ago when he visited us promising to find a way to solve our financial problems. Kate and I along with a few other top students sat with him at lunch.

We will be about a hundred people seated around a u-shaped table, there are barely thirty women, and only a dozen is dressed, all very much like me.

As I try to eat something I look around the huge room, and am surprised to find a couple of familiar faces. Tied to a pillory, and being fucked by the same two slave boys as a few hours ago is Emily, although if I trust the moans coming out of her mouth when she doesn't have it occupied by a cock she seems much happier.

Penny is sitting on the lap of a man in his sixties who feeds her with one hand while the other plays with her pussy, she is naked and already sporting the barcode and adornments befitting a slave girl on her body, she looks glistening, as if she has found her rightful place in life.

Miss Stone is chained to a wooden frame, no one comes near her or touches her, it is as if she were the dessert or the main course of the party. The last familiar face I see is Miss Paige who like Penny looks smiling and happy, and as has happened to me she keeps looking at everything around her.

She is kneeling on a table next to Mr. Nights, who is holding a leash attached to her slave collar. Miss Paige is not completely naked, and when I see what she is wearing I feel a little shiver of fear, she is wearing a corset and stockings very similar to the ones I am wearing under my dress.