Depression by cmsix

Chapter 29

Since our "guest" were preparing supper outside we were just sitting around drinking coffee, except for Delphine, Cécile, Adèle, and Meka - it was Coca-Cola for them. The new pot of coffee had been for Jaycee and I, but Fawne had tried a cup and she loved it too.

Coffee was not a common beverage in this place and time; in fact it was very expensive if it could be obtained at all. Fawne admitted that she had tried it before but claimed that our version was better than what she'd had.

An almost timid knocking at the back door turned out to be one of the women who'd done service firing the mortars earlier. When we opened the door she rattled off something French and Fawne told us that supper was ready and the people we waiting for me to begin.

We trooped outside and I was surprised. They had no tables and chairs but I could tell that more than a little effort had been expended to make the best of what they did have.

Several large tents had been erected and a type of multi-colored canvas pavilion also. It wasn't really needed since the sun was going down but I could tell that it was done to mark the general center of the celebration and we were escorted to it. Sitting places had been arranged with blankets and pillows of all types and apparently we were to be served there.

Served we were, and the food was plentiful and surprisingly good considering what they'd had to work with. At first I'd been doubtful about what was basically a horse meat feast, but the Percheron was delicious and it was easy to tell that this must have been from a pampered war horse, one that did more duty standing around eating and looking impressive than charging into some fray.

After the meal was over we were entertained with music and dancing by firelight. I began to suspect that this was an event strictly for my entertainment, especially after I realized that most of the dancing included the youngest women and that their costumes, while meager, were - well they were meager, as in not covering much.

Between the scantily clad dancers and the T-shirt clad wobbling titties in my household party I was getting an alarming hard on. If this lasted much longer Fawne stood a good chance of being raped again, right after bedtime. Of course the way she'd nonchalantly rubbed her charms against me since Pierre's demise, at every opportunity, made me think that it wasn't possible for me to rape her, since she'd probably welcome my attentions.

Then I'll be damned if I didn't get that feeling that let me know the house was going somewhere tonight. I couldn't help flinging a thought at Big Boy.

"What the hell, I thought you said we were staying another day?"

"We will only be moving you to another location in this same time period. You should make sure that all those gathered move closer to the house before sleeping," he said in my head, and then I knew he was gone.

Looking around I could tell that Meka, Jaycee, Cécile, Adèle, and Delphine knew something was going to happen tonight and damned if Tutsie didn't have a smug look on his little doggy face. Fawne didn't have a clue though, probably because this would be her first trip.

As far as that went, I didn't have a clue either. The house was going somewhere, that was a given, but I didn't know where. At least it wasn't going elsewhen.

Suddenly the entertainment came to a natural close, and I stood, asking Fawne to give them appropriate thanks from me. After she had I asked her to tell them they should all move their things and their sleeping places up much closer to the house, hoping that they'd think it was for safety.

It was for safety but not in the way they probably expected. I didn't want anyone waking up here in the morning and seeing that everyone and everything else was gone. After Fawne translated my instructions my household crew and I went back into the house.

"Daddy, where we go now?" Meka asked, as soon as we were inside.

"I don't know sweetie, I just know we're going," I said.

"Tutsie pee first," she said, and I was glad she'd mentioned it.

We took him out the front door and let him scratch and sniff and then he did a commendable job. None of our "guest" were parked on the front "lawn" yet but I could see some of them easing their things around this way. We went back in the house and since there was still come coffee in the pot I refilled the mug I'd used earlier.

Meka decided she'd have a cup too and soon enough I was sitting on the couch with Meka in my lap and Tutsie in hers. We didn't speak much, just drank our coffee. I didn't know where the others were but it didn't matter at the moment.

"I sleep my bed tonight, Daddy," Meka said, out of the blue.

"You can sleep anywhere you want to, anytime you want to," I told her.

"Meka know. Fawne need you tonight. Fawne frightened. Fawne nice too, love Tutsie," Meka said, and the tone of her finish let me know that it was high praise indeed.

About fifteen minutes later our other housemates joined us. It was apparent that they'd been in the shower and it was also apparent that they were dressed for bed. They all were wearing T-shirts, and what the T-shirts revealed had Fawne a rosy pink from the neck up. She didn't seem exactly embarrassed though.

I could come to like things like this was what I was thinking when Meka spoke up.

"Bedtime, I sleepy," she said, and then headed toward her room.

There wasn't a way a man could be luckier than me at this moment, unless he wasn't about to make some type of They induced journey. No matter how beautiful and willing these women were and no matter how hard my dick was, I knew that there'd be no fucking tonight. We'd be out cold as soon as we were under the covers.

The rest of them knew that too, except Fawne. Maybe that was the reason for her blush. She probably thought she was in for a good hosing, soon. She didn't look like she was distressed about it.

It was a tease to Fawne and I knew it, but I couldn't help myself.

"All right girls, lets go to the bedroom and do what grownup do after the children are asleep," I said.

Fawne blushed a little deeper and the others just smiled. They knew as well as I did that nothing was going to happen in bed except sleeping. I might have time to pinch a nipple or pat a naked ass but that was it, and everyone knew that, except Fawne.

As we entered the bedroom Jaycee was in the lead and she pulled her T-shirt off right away, followed by everyone else, except Fawne. Fawne didn't delay long though. When she saw the others "dressing for bed" she copied them and I got a delightful look at her beautiful body. No wonder the priest had strayed from his holy ways, if he ever had any.

It wasn't that she was any more beautiful than the others, it was that she was every bit as beautiful. The members of my growing little harem were all something special and though he knew in his head that he wasn't going to get any tonight, dicky's heart thought it was time to fuck and he stood at attention.

I didn't want to cheat Fawne on the strip show so it was off with my clothes too. They all sat on the bed and watched as if I was the star of some show, and I guess I was at that.

Fawne looked surprised when my dick popped free but the rest just smiled and Jaycee winked at me. It was easy to tell why when the sleeping arrangements were finalized.

Fawne was put in the middle first and I was directed to spoon up behind her. She shivered slightly as she felt me come up close and personal and then sighed as I put an arm over her to capture a breast and give it a slight squeeze. It's nipple came up to look around almost instantly.

Jaycee came in right behind me and Delphine behind her. Cécile and Adèle got in on the other side, nearest Fawne. Jaycee didn't waste any time taking hold of my aching dick and then with a little sleight of hand she encouraged Fawne to raise her top leg a little and then lay my dick between Fawne's legs, pressing my shaft up against Fawne's pussy lips without pointing the head where it wanted to go. Just as Fawne's leg settled back down to enclose me in the warmth between her upper things, the lights went out for real.

As always in these situations, I couldn't know how long I was in real sleep and how long I was in contact with Big Boy. I was asleep, and then sometime later I was communicating. It was as if my body was still asleep - and I guess it was - but my mind was fully functioning.

"Every things went perfectly. All your new people were well away from the margin of movement and even all the horses," Big Boy told me.

"My new people?" I asked.

"Yes. That's the way they think of things at any rate. It is why they had the dancing after the feast, they were offering you anything or any person that you wanted," Big Boy said.

"Hell, I don't want anyone."

"That will not hurt their feelings, but they do want you," Big Boy told me.

"What do they want with me?"

"Ideally they want you as their Baron. They were impressed with the ease of your defeat of Pierre, his son's and his men. In fact they were amazed. They don't really expect you to become their Baron and take over all Pierre's property but it is their fondest wish," Big Boy said.

"I don't know anything about being a Baron and I don't think I have the time," I said.

"Time is yours for the asking and Fawne is intimately familiar with the duties of a Baron. Her father has a Barony, a large and powerful one," Big Boy told me.

"I might need some help from you also," I said.

"Of course, call on me when you will. In fact we are in the process of making some minor preparations that we believe will help you."

"Very well, Baron John does have a nice right to it," I said, but he was already gone and I was falling back into normal sleep.

When I woke I could tell from the sounds of their breathing that everyone else in my bed was still asleep. Slumber hadn't stopped Fawne from taking hold of my dick head though, and currently she was using that purchase to rub my shaft slightly against her vulva. It was an excellent feeling to wake to and I can recommend it heartily.

Still, the aching hardness wasn't the only ache. I needed to piss like a Rocky Mountain Race Horse. Since my hand still held her breast I gave the nipple a little tweak and it roused her.

I have no idea how she did it, but the sound started as a hum of pleasure, low in her chest, segued into a near moan of desire, and then changed to an almost squeak of surprised pleasure. The bad part was she let go of my dick. I gave the back of her neck a proprietary nip with my teeth and unhanded her titty.

Her head turned to look at me and her smile was expansive. My bladder was still expanding though and with only a brush of my lips across hers I made my way out of the bed and into the bathroom, for relief.

After that, and a quick shower I returned to the bedroom, toweling myself on the way. The girls were all awake now and climbing out of bed for my viewing pleaser whether that was their intention or not. Soon enough though there were only magnificent asses in my view as they headed for their bathroom. Meka, Tutsie in arms, came in then.

"We walk Tutsie?" she asked.

"Just as soon as I have some pants and boots on," I said.

When I was presentable, or nearly so, we headed for the front door. I grabbed the Marlin on the way out and Tutsie started marking the place as his own when Meka put him down.

"Daddy, look," Meka said after a moment.

I followed the sight line of her pointing finger and saw a castle. That was a shock. It was just coming false dawn, the light was poor, and we hadn't bothered with our goggles, but it was still a castle, no doubt about that. It was a big bastard too.

Looking around in other directions I saw the we were encircled by walls too; big walls. They surrounded a lot of territory, because my little traveling house and lake took a hundred or more acres with it, and it didn't begin to crowd the space within the walls.

Tutsie was finished by now and he came to Meka, obviously wanting to be picked up. There was nothing I could do about the castle or any thing else right now, so she grabbed him and we went back inside.

Jaycee and her troops came out of the bedroom just then, all wearing T-shirts again and pants that looked like sweat pants but were made of what seemed to be nylon. Crude redneck hick that I was, I didn't recognize silk.

They all came over to give me a kiss on the lips, Meka a kiss on the cheek, and Tutsie a pat on his curly head. Then they headed for the kitchen and started making one of my favorite noises, they rattled the pots and pans.

Of course Fawne was mostly an observer while the cooking got under way. I could tell that she was paying careful attention though. Mostly she seemed amazed by the equipment and the biscuit tubes that Jaycee brought out fascinated her.

The food fascinated me when it arrived; I'd been concentrating on the look and the wonderful smell and had completely failed to notice Tutsie's new highstool. It looked a lot like the one from George and Ethel's house.

After breakfast I suggest to Jaycee that she should get everyone in some jeans and boots.

"What's up?" she asked.

"We need to make a round outside, to check on things."

They didn't waste any time and were back in a few minutes. Thankfully Jaycee had brought her rifle and was wearing her web belt. I was decked out too, so we left by the front door. We didn't clear it by five feet before the commotion started. Finally Fawne spoke up.

"This is Pierre's castle, we are inside his walls," she said.

"This was his castle, it's mine now. Pierre is dead and his heirs are dead," I said.

"This is true, but do you think the King will allow you to take the Barony?" Fawne asked.

"It depends on whether the King wants to avoid Pierre's fate," I said.

"But he has many nights and many soldiers," Fawne said.

"I'm sure he does, but we have walls he can't breach and weapons he can't overcome. Let's take a walk to the castle and see what our reception is like," I said.

"Wait Daddy," Meka said, and then went back into the house.

When she returned, probably five minutes later, she was waving good old Pierre's scalp. She had me put it in my belt.

"I wonder if they'll believe it's his," I asked.

"They will believe it. You can be sure that they know what has happened already," Fawne said.

Most of the people that had camped outside the night before were up now and they were all amazed. I let Fawne do the talking as we passed them. There would be time for the grand announcement later.

As we cleared the garage, heading toward the front entrance of my new castle, Fawne spoke up again.

"The walls, they are much more extensive than before. How did that happen so quickly?" she asked.

I knew exactly how it had happened even though I wouldn't have known if she hadn't told me. I almost called for Big Boy but decided against it.

Apparently Fawne had been correct. The guards manning the door knew that Pierre wouldn't be coming back, but they hadn't made the connection that I was the one that caused it.

In fact I don't think they'd done much of anything since the sun rose except stare at my home and wonder what the hell was going on. Still they tried to do their duty when we approached. It was clear that we were not going to be allowed in. Fawne spoke with them for a few minutes but got nowhere.

"Fawne, do they know what this is hanging from my belt?" I asked her.

"Yes, I told them, but they say it makes no difference," she said.

"Please ask them to decide which one of them I should kill to convince the other that I will be entering. It seems pointless to kill them both," I said.

She talked to them again and I could tell she wasn't getting anywhere. I did notice that one of them, the younger one, was more belligerent than the other. I pulled my Glock and shot him in the chest, then pointed it at the other one.

The older one put his hand toward the hilt of his sword but he was eyeing me closely. I just shook my head slowly and he must have decided now was not the time. He didn't know exactly how I'd done it, but he did know that his partner was very dead.

"Ask him if he'll lead us to whoever is in charge here," I told Fawne.

She asked and he agreed. I thought he hadn't given up yet and was probably considering how to get help. He was most likely leading us to a place where he felt others would be waiting.

"Fawne, you'd better remind him that no matter what happens to us, he'll be the first to die," I said.

When she spoke a few more words our guide must have realized the truth of the wisdom Fawne was sharing with him. He yelled out something and Fawne told me he was announcing the arrival of the mew master.

Of course it didn't go that smoothly. We were met shortly by a larger man and his much better clothing and fancier sword let me know that if he wasn't in charge here he was a lot closer than to it than our guide.

He stopped in front of us and began speaking. While Fawne talked to him Jaycee talked to me.

"Fair is fair, you got the first one and this one is mine if it comes to it," she said.

"Fine, but I've been thinking, maybe we'd be better off to just wound him. Can you get a knee or two pretty quick?" I asked.

"Is a pig's ass pork?" she asked.

"Well do it if he tried to start any shit," I said.

"Nearly at once the big asshole took the hilt of his sword in hand and began to draw it. I yanked Fawne clear and Jaycee's Glock told him how things were going to be. It explained that he was going to be a cripple for the rest of his life, however short that might be. He hadn't even gotten the sword all the way out.

I'll say this for the big Frenchman, he had more guts than I'd expected. He began yelling his lungs out and didn't stop until Jaycee put about half of the Glock in his mouth. Our guide was rather nervous by this time and just then I noticed why. I pulled my Glock again.

Running toward us down the hall were six men who had taken the time to get their swords out already. I was tired of listening to Fawne try to explain things to hard headed men so I started firing, keeping my shots down around leg level. It worked very well since shortly all the running sword wavers were lying on the hall's floor, mostly moaning and crying. And bleeding, they were bleeding a lot.

Fawne, please see if you can't figure out something for our first recruit to yell that will make the others stop and think a little before we end up killing them all," I said.

After a little more talking he and she came up with something and he began yelling it at the top of his lungs. Soon enough two more armed men came our way but they didn't have their hands near their swords.

They looked at the six on the floor and then came closer and took a look at the former head man, the one that still had an alarming amount of Glock in his mouth and then they turned away from us, and started yelling something back in the direction they'd come from.

"What are they saying?" I asked.

"They are calling for the others to remain calm and informing them that this one is down, wounded, and at our mercy," Fawne said, pointing to Jaycee's pal.

"Jaycee, why don't you take that out of his mouth and see if he's reconsidered his options?" I asked.

She did and apparently he had. He asked Fawne if it would be possible for him to be carried out into the sunlight so that he could swear fealty to me before he died. I was touched, not a lot but at least a little.

"Big Boy, is there anything you can do about the mess Jaycee made of his knees?" I asked, in my thoughts.

"Certainly. He actually seems to have come to the conclusion that you belong here. At least he had no further intention of harming you."

"He waited just a little too late to see the light though," I thought to him.

"Oh, I think we can safely give him a short treatment," Big Boy said.

Suddenly the big Frenchman disappeared, right before our eyes as the saying goes. One second he was there bleeding and the next, nothing but blood on the floor.

Our guide had been stoic until now, but when his boss just vanished he fainted dead away. Oh well, I doubted we'd get lost.

"We might as well go see how the other wounded are doing," I said, and we walked to where they were lying.

All but one of them were in better shape than they had any right to be. The one was bleeding to death quickly though. My shot hadn't been as good on him and it had hit his femur, of course the trip through his femur ripped through the artery on its way.

"I need to get a tourniquet on that if you want him to live," Jaycee said, kneeling by him.

"See if you can save him. I was trying for a flesh wound on all of them but I must have pulled that one off a little," I said.

"Hell, five out of six is damned good shootin' any day," she said.

"He probably wouldn't agree," I said.

"He'd better if he doesn't want to bleed out right here and now. I'm his only hope," she said, and then laughed.

Jaycee is a card but she's also a hell of a good medic. She tied him off in less than a minute, leaving him to Cécile and moving to check out the next one. Soon enough she had everyone plugged up with pressure bandages. Of course most of them had to hold their own pressure, but they were being diligent about it.

"Aren't there any servants in this place? I thought castles had servants everywhere," Jaycee said, when she had tended to the last one.

"I'm sure there are many. If I can wake the guide up I'll send him for some. How many do you need?" Fawne asked.

"We need two for each of these men, two strong ones. I need to get them to my clinic," Jaycee said.

"I will see to it," Fawne said, and went back to the one that had led us in.

Sure enough he was with us again and Fawne sent him off for help.

"What about the worst one. Will he make it?" I asked.

"He will if I can get him to the clinic. He needs at least a couple of units of plasma pretty quick though, and I have to get to work on that artery. I'm not sure I can take care of it. The only alternative is to take his leg off. I can do that," she said.

"Does anyone else know where the gurneys are?" I asked.

"Yes, I showed all of them, but I might as well go myself. I can provide my own protection," she said, and she was up and gone.

Servants began appearing about then and I had Delphine lead them away with four of the wounded. Those four had the least damage and could hop along with a man on each side.

When Jaycee got back she had two gurneys and they were being pushed by women from her impromptu fire team from yesterday. We got the last two loaded and Jaycee and the others took off with them.

Just as our original guide showed up with what I figured was the second in command here, the head man reappeared, good as new. When he saw me he hit his formerly destroyed knees before me, babbling something.

"What's that all about, Fawne," I asked.

"He's begging you to allow him to swear fealty and then serve you in any way you wish," she said, and then giggled.

"What's so funny?" I asked.

"He said be you angel or devil it made no difference to him," she said, and gave a little laugh this time.

"I'll let him make up his own mind about that. Tell him to find the rest of his men, I'll let those that want to swear to me do so; we'll kill the rest," I said.

She told him and he left to see about it, I guess.

"Fawne, what in the hell am I supposed to do during all this?" I asked.

"Just stand outside with them and look important while they grovel. Tell them each that you accept their oath and I'll take care of everything else in the translation. I doubt that a single one of them speaks English," she said.

The telling about it was a lot faster than the doing. Hell, I spent nearly three hours outside listening to eighty-five knights, or whatever they really were, swear to do their best to do their duty to God and me, or that was the gist of it anyway.

When I asked, Fawne told me that the normal servants didn't require this kind of treatment; they could just swear to trust, honor, and obey in a bunch, later. That suited me, because it was getting to be time for me to sit at a table somewhere and eat,

I'll be damned if one of the first ones that had sworn and returned to his duties didn't come down off the top of the wall then, babbling about something, and he seemed excited.

"What's he worked up about?"

"It must be the men you sent away dragging the bodies. He said that there is a large group of naked men returning and that they seem to be dragging men behind them," Fawne said, and then laughed right in my face.

Dammit, what were they doing still dragging those bodies, surely someone would have cut them loose or hell, they should have been able to get themselves loose in all this time.

"What's the deal, Big Boy," I thought to him, knowing I was coming to depend on him and unable to just wait and get the word from the men.

"Maybe it was wrong of me, but I dissuaded the men from trying to release themselves along the way and we made sure no one else would approach them," Big Boy thought back at me.

"No harm, no foul, it just surprised me. Besides, if I think I can trust them I might give them their old jobs back," I thought to him.

"If you'd like, we can make sure all your new "employees" can be trusted - for the short run if you'd like, or from now on if you'd prefer.

It took me a few seconds to catch up but then I realized he was talking about the adjustments They had been so fond of making. In this case I was all for it.

What the hell, here I was in bum fuck France and couldn't even speak the language. If that wasn't enough trouble, I was about to become a Baron whether the King wanted me to or not. I could use a little help with the details.

"Just give them a good dose of loyalty after they've sworn to me and don't let them backslide. I think I'm going to have enough on my plate without worrying about watching my back in my own castle," I thought to him.

And wasn't that a trip, my own castle. I hadn't even had the grand tour yet. I'll say one thing, it did look impressive.

I had the gates opened so the naked troops could come right on in, but I made sure to be out of sight as they did and also kept my girls hidden away. As soon as the last one dragged his load inside I ordered the gate closed again and went out to talk to the new arrivals, motioning for Fawne to come with me.

I could see it when Big Boy let the fog clear enough for the tired naked men to realize exactly who was coming to greet them. Many of them looked like they wanted to cry. I asked Fawne to translate for me while I gave them a little speech.

"Welcome home men. As you can see Pierre and his sons were on a fool's errand and you know that they ended up where fools often do. You have done a good job bringing your fallen comrades home.

"You'll be released shortly and I offer you the chance to swear fealty to me. After those of you that take my offer are finished, the rest will be killed. That will make it easier on the grave diggers because they can get rid of the nasty job with one big grave," I said.

Funny, but when it came time to swear fealty, no one turned me down.