IX: A Woman's Place
A few things actually. I called last chapter IX when in all actuallity it should have been VIII. Second off, I'm sorry I had to take a few days off but I was without a laptop. Now that I have a laptop, we may let the awesomeness commense. This chapter has mentions of adult activity but none yet. The adult activity will be for the next few chapters however. Thanks for all the reviews!
That night, as I lay on my own pallett on the floor and listened to the heartbreaking sobs that Kofi and Evan were still making after the brutality that was shown to them, I thought about my brother Carter. He was a few years older than I but we had always been close when we were children. He was currently leading his men to war against the Romans so that he could keep our village safe. A village that would not be standing with the same leaders as he left it. I hoped that he would come for us, I knew that he would come for us. I just didn't know when. I fell asleep soon after, curling close in my flimsy blanket.
I dreamed of my childhood.
I dreamed of my very first meeting with Lord Sheamus, back when he was but a red headed farmer's son named Stephen. I was the daughter of the town's leader, a fierce and determined warrior named Harris and his wife Diana. My mother would have had me trained in the arts of womanhood but I preferred traversing the woods with my brother in search of fun places to play. One day I had decided that I would go off in the woods on my own while Carter had his lessons. I ended up very lost. That is when I heard the howls of wolves. A pack made it's way from the woods and I was surrounded. I knew that death was most certain but at it's bleakest moment, a hooded figure made it's way from the woods. He threw rocks at the beasts, who were no more but children, which ran off like frightened pups. When he turned and looked at me, I recognized him as the farmer boy from the village. I had seen him plenty of times before as Carter and I made our way through town but I had never spoken to him. He smiled and held out a hand.
"Sheamus Farrelly," he smiled as he lowered his hood,, "I'm the son of the farmer, one of his sons. No need to ask who yeh are. I've seen yeh with yer father. Yer Nolee."
"Aye," I smiled with a polite curtsey as my mother had taught me, "thank you for saving me. How did you know that they would run off when you threw rocks at them?"
"I've dealt with their kinds before," Stepehen smiled, "I help father tend the sheep back home. My uncle Fargus told me that wolves are more scared of we humans than we are of them. Can I show yeh the way back to the village?"
I nodded and took his hand, smiling as we walked. "What were you doing out here Stephen?"
He blushed, his pale skin turning as red as the hair on his head, "I...I followed yeh out here. I didn't want you to end up getting hurt and not having anyone to take care of yeh."
I smiled, shyly, "Stephen that was awful kind of you. Thank you, if not for you I would have been attacked by wolves."
We walked from our place in the woods to the village, my mother rushing over to us when she saw me standing with him. "Nolee Marie Lacroix! Who is this vile wretch you are standing with? And holding his hand! My daughter that is no position for a noble to find herself in!"
"But mother he saved my life!" I protested, looking back at Stephen as she dragged me away.
"He's a farmer's son. You are royalty. Act like it."
That was the last time I saw Stephen before he came to capture my village.
The next morning I awoke to the sounds of shouting. Rousing from my sleep, I saw a handsome young man dressed in the clothes of war yelling at the other young men and women in the room. "Up off your asses you sorry lot! If I have to get the lot of you up myselves it will be a lashing for all of you!" His voice was accented heavily in the English style, meaning he was from somewhere other than here. He turned to me, a heavy smirk on his full lips. His cold blue eyes looked me over and I didn't like what hid behind them. "You must be the woman Lord Sheamus captured to be his wife. He has special plans for you and your slave friends."
"And what would those plans be?" I asked with a sneer on my face.
"Your African friend is to help in the stables, your British friend is to help with cleaning the great hall. I am to take you to Lady Maxine," the man sneered.
"Please, they are in no shape to work today," I frowned, "Let them rest."
"Orders are orders but..." the man snapped his fingers and a young blonde man walked up, "Jack, I need you to get the ointment from Dolph when you go to work for him. Apply it to these young men and then show them to the stables and the great hall."
"Yes master," the young man named Jack droned. He set about his work as the man barking orders took me by the hall and led me down the hall. I didn't recognize the area we were at so I put together it was no where near the bedchambers of Lord Sheamus. What I did recognize, however, were the screams as if someone was being tortured. That led me to believe we were going to the dungeon. When we stopped at a room and he knocked on a door, a beautiful young brunette woman opened the door.
"Lord Stuart," she smiled putting a hand on his arm, "I am most surprised to see you here. Did you require the presence of Heath and Justin?"
"Lady Maxine, this is the girl that Lord Sheamus wants trained for his wife," Stuart gave her a fond smile.
The brunette looked over me. It was then that I noticed how thin and bare her dress was. There was ample cleavage showing and she seemed to square her shoulders back so it pushed out her chest even more. "This is the village leader he kidnapped? She is most beautiful. A little prude but beautiful none the less. Are you coming inside Stuart?"
"Aye lady Maxine," Stuart grinned back, "you know I must see my men."
Stuart led me into the room and I realized where we were. Around me, women and men were naked and pleasing others. Lady Maxine was a mistress, a woman who sold pleasure to the lords of the castle. Sheamus wanted me to learn how to be able to give him the ultimate pleasure when the time arose for him to need it. Maxine smiled, taking my face in her hand and turning it from side to side as to inspect it. "She's a beautiful thing. Girl, how have you had a man?"
"The...the other night I...I took Lord Sheamus in my mouth but other than that..." I whimpered at the look they gave me.
"Oh lord," Maxine laughed, "you are very inexpierenced then. Come, show me how you gave Lord Sheamus head."
"M...my lady you do not have a manhood..." I shyly said.
Maxine laughed and ran a hand through my hair, "No but my Lord Stuart does."
Stuart smirked and nodded, "You want her to use me as a training dummy?"
Maxine smiled, "Oh Stuart, don't you want her perfect lips wrapped around your manhood?"
"Yes Maxine, I would like that very much," smirked Stuart as he pushed me to my knees. He lowers his trousers and I am taken by surprise. He is not as long as Lord Sheamus but he is thicker. I let out a timid noise as he wraps a hand in my hair, smirking down at me. "Well go on girl. Show me what you are capable of."
I lean forward and take him into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks so that I may suckle at him. The slit of his manhood is already leaking it's juices and I am surprise when Lady Maxine kneels next to me. "When you have your mouth around him," she whispers in my ear, putting a hand on one of mine and guiding it up to the sack near his manhood, "touch this. A man loves it when you touch him there..." I nod, though my mouth is still full or Lord Stuart's manhood. I hollow my cheeks and bob my head as far down as I can, the hand that Lady Maxine has a hold of playing gently with the other region on Stuart's manhood. He grips my manhood tighter and grunts, the strange and salty liquid that Sheamus shot into my mouth once again filling it. I go to spit it out but Maxine puts a hand over my mouth. "It is a dishonor to do that to a man. When he gives you the gift that is his seed, you shall swallow it."
I swallow softly, the taste disgusting to me. Stuart smirks and pushes me away, pulling up his trousers. He smiles at Maxine, "Well she at least knows how to do that. Where are Justin and Heath?"
"Here we are," two voices crooned simultaneously. I turn my head to see two fully naked young men shashaying towards us. Around their necks are heavy leather collars but other than that the two men look as different as can be. One is a tall, well muscled red head whose green eyes smolder with an intensity that I have never seen in a mans eyes. The other is a petite rave haired man with tanned skin and a neatly shaved facial hair, his eyes brown and very demure.
"Heath," Stuart grins as he hugs the red head, "Justin. Boys I have longed to see you since I awoke this morning and you were gone. Did Lady Maxine need you that badly?"
"Justin and I went to fill up Lady Maxine's bath," Heath grins, his accent that of England. Justin nods, not speaking and I believe that he is a mute.
"You did?" smiled Wade, "That was awful good of you boys. Now slip on some trousers and we may leave."
Heath smiled and the two boys put on trousers as the raven haired man, who I originally believed to be a mute spoke. His words were different and sounded very foreign, "Ek is lief vir jou ons gaan na die meer vandag?"
Wade laughed and nodded, "Yes Justin we can go to the lake today. I know how my boys love the castle grounds." he turned his head and looked at Maxine, "May I take the boys for the day m'lady?"
Maxine was looking at me, pulling the strings on my top until my breasts looked fuller underneath my dress, "What? Oh yes, yes take the boys and have a good day. You know the rules. No bruises, any grime you get on them you clean up. And I want coins when you get back."
Stuart laughed and pulled her closer, kissing her sensually on her lips, "Yes, yes my lady I will bring your pay when I arrive back with the boys."
Maxine smiled and shooed them off, smiling at me with a crafty smile, "I suggest you lose the clothing slave." I lowered my head and stripped from my dress, ashamed as I knew I was in view of her and every other woman and man in the room. "Excellent. You shall be an easy one to teach, this I suspect."
I close my eyes and send a silent prayer to the good lord above. I'm not a servant, I'm an object.
