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This chapter contains some aspects of medieval torture – if this offends you, or you have a weak stomach, please skip the last part.
Dara smiled as she surreptitiously rubbed her pert naked arse cheeks wantonly up and down his hard crotch. The last several days had been surprisingly enjoyable, with her riding in front of the dashing rogue Black Jack Straticus, leader of the black forest bandits. After their first coupling, with her riding backwards and forcefully impaled on his manhood, Jack had allowed her to turn around and ride facing forward in front of him. He still kept her mostly naked, with her hands tied to the pommel before her, but as they worked their way up through the hills in elevation, the temperature had dropped, and Jack now allowed her to wear a woolen blanket over her shoulders. Still mostly naked, she began to delight in torturing him by rubbing against him as the long-legged stallion plodded along on their journey.
"Well then, you've gone and done it again, wench," Jack lustily groaned behind her. She could feel him unlacing his breeches and she grinned as he reached beneath her thighs and lifted her up, only to set her down on his turgid hardness. Dara moaned as her tight, wet young pussy slid over his thick shaft, and once again they jounced along, the up and down motion of the horse's gait eliciting choruses of moans and sighs. She gripped the pommel and pressed back against him, squeezing with her inner muscles, causing him to groan and grab two handfuls of her long golden mane. She arched her back until her shoulder blades pressed against his broad, leather hauberk-covered chest and whimpered as yet another orgasm rippled through her body.
"Twelve," she counted to herself, smiling wantonly as she felt his cock swell inside her. She swore she could feel every throbbing vein, every ridge on his swollen shaft. He grunted and slapped her arse cheek with one large, calloused hand, pulled her long flowing ringlets with the other, and then exploded inside of her. She felt his molten seed gush into her womb as she fell face forward, burying her face into the stallion's thick mane.
He reached out and pulled her to his chest and wrapped his strong muscular arms around her. She nestled back against him and sighed contentedly. Black Jack was definitely different than the village tales described him.
Growing up, the mothers and grandmothers would tell woeful tales of the black forest bandits stealing babies and eating them raw. The bandits were blamed for every bad thing that ever happened; whether it be drought or sickness, it was always a result of those dreadful "forest hooligans" bringing down the wrath of the gods. At one time Olaf sent a platoon of twenty of his best trained fighting men into the forest to root out the bandits. Their exit from town was heralded with festivals and dancing, and pretty maidens festooned the lane with flower petals, waving pretty handkerchiefs at the men-at-arms as they proudly rode off.
Three days later a lone horse rode into town, tied to its back was what was left of one of the soldiers. His tongue had been cut out of his mouth, and his thumbs broken in several places – on his back was a note from Black Jack to Baron Olaf, thanking him for the fresh mounts and armor and weaponry.
Dara found Jack to be rather taciturn, a direct counterpoint to her newfound garrulousness. Nevertheless, she learned a few things about his band of outlaws: they were comprised originally of most of Daggar Le'Phoenix's house guard, but had added men to their ranks as soldiers grew discontent with Rolf the Red's tyrannical rule. They rarely, if ever, stole from average, every day peasants – they preyed on the rich merchants who traveled the roads through the great forest; and finally, they wanted nothing less than for Rolf to be jerked from his ill-gotten throne and drawn-and-quartered in the streets of High Reach for what he had done to their great King.
Dara smiled as she snuggled back against Jack's wide, warm chest. She shivered in the chill, causing Jack to pull the edges of his thick woolen cloak snugly around the both of them. It was drawing close to the end of the day, and fading sunlight streaked across an orange and red sky high above the tree tops.
"So, ruffian, when will we reach your band of bloodthirsty hooligans," she asked with a grin.
"Tomorrow, wench, but tonight I have a special surprise for you," Jack replied in his deep, gravelly bass voice.
They traveled for a few hundred paces further, then Jack drew back on the reins to bring the stallion to a halt. He studied the right side of the trail until he spotted something that looked familiar, and turned uphill. After another five hundred paces or so, they topped a ridge and there, nestled against a cliff face, surrounded by a grove of massive evergreens, stood a sturdy log cabin with a stone chimney and a simple thatch roof. After pulling up in front of the cabin, Jack reached around and untied Dara's hands from the pommel.
"We stop here for the night. I'll be back shortly with fresh game. Use the bucket inside the cabin and get us some fresh water from the creek through the trees over there," Jack pointed off to the right, then narrowed his eyes at Dara. "Don't try to run off. You won't get far way out here, and the mountains are full of hungry wolves and bear."
Dara slid off the stallion and landed lightly on the balls of her feet. Turning up to look at him, her wide innocent blue eyes practically glowing in the dying light, she asked, "What about my clothes? Are you going to leave me here naked?"
He smiled and replied, "You might as well get used to being naked. Also, it's a pretty good deterrent to running away, don't you think?"
With that, he wheeled his mount around and rode off into the forest, a lascivious grin on his handsome craggy face.
Dara entered the cabin and was pleasantly surprised. It was neat and tidy, composed of one good-sized room, complete with a large bed handmade from thick birch and elm, and a sturdy oak plank table and chair in the corner. The stone fireplace was large, with a high, wide mantle. Hanging inside it was an iron cooking pot, and off to the side was a cabinet filled with spices and seasoning.
Dara dutifully picked up a bucket sitting on the hearth and stepped back outside. Still a bit unaccustomed to her constant nudity, she shivered and walked briskly through the trees towards the sounds of a babbling brook.
By nightfall, Dara had started a fire, swept out the musty cabin, and had washed herself with hot, soapy water. Her beautiful golden tresses cascaded in playful ringlets over her shoulders and down to her waist. She heard the soft wicker of a horse outside the cabin, and she couldn't help herself, her nipples hardened and she felt a tingling in her cunny.
She knew she shouldn't feel this way towards the outlaw, but she couldn't help it. Every waking moment she found herself wanting his thick manhood buried in her to the hilt.
The door swung open and Jack stepped into the room, a fat grey goose in one hand and a plump jackrabbit in the other. He unceremoniously dumped them on the table in the corner and turned to look at Dara. His eyes widened as he took in her appearance. She stood, legs wide apart, hands on her hips, chin thrust forward. Her rosy nipples jutted out enticingly and her eyes glittered in the firelight. Her mouth was open slightly and her chest heaved as she panted in wanton lust.
He gruffly directed her to lie down, arms and legs spread akimbo, sideways on the bed with her feet on the plank floor. Dara complied, and then gasped as he securely tied her hands and ankles to the bed frame.
Jack turned to the fire and lifted the heavy cooking pot of hot water off its hook and brought it over next to the bed, between her feet. Dara's crystal blue eyes widened in sudden alarm.
