ZANDER'S PROMISE
I had known Leonie for about six months, ever since she first came to the village below the castle. Her loveliness nearly knocked me down as soon as I saw her. The village has its fair share of good-looking women but Leonie was in a different league. She really stood out from the rest. Her beauty set male pulses racing and made female hearts turn cold with envy. It was, however, the cause of her downfall. Had she been a plain, ugly wench like the jealous bitches who betrayed her she would not have suffered the cruel fate that descended upon her last autumn.
It was the year of Our Lord 1438 and one of the best years we had ever seen. The crops grew strong in the fields, the cattle grew fat on the high pastures and the fish of the river jumped willingly into our nets. On the last day of September, on a bright morning of blue sky and clean air, I first met Leonie. She was selling flowers in the market, plying her trade on the stone steps of the church. I was on my daily patrol, performing my regular duties as a sergeant of the Duke's guard. The market was busier than usual that day - a throng of noise and bustle and milling crowds - but Leonie looked so calm, so peaceful, so perfectly serene that I wondered if she might be an angel. She smiled up at me as I walked over to where she sat with her basket of brightly-colored blooms. Her smile pierced me like a lance, making my heart miss a couple of beats. For a few moments, I simply stared down at her without uttering a word. Never before had I been greeted by such a sweet, vivacious smile. Never before had I seen such a gorgeous face peering up at me. With her long, auburn hair and dark eyes she looked exotic and sensual, almost like a sultry Italian, but her speech identified her as a native of the Duke's lands.
She courteously introduced herself to me. In return I told her my name, age and occupation: Zander, forty-three, sergeant of the guard. She rose to her feet and I saw that we shared the same height. I am not considered a tall man but she stood slightly higher than most village females and was therefore on eye-level with me. She smiled again and this time I mirrored her friendly greeting. In her long dress of plain brown wool she was attired like many other women of the locality but, to me, in that breathless moment when we first met, she looked as elegant as a princess. The dress fitted closely to her body, its clinginess highlighting her delightful figure. She was a strong-limbed girl with curves in all the right places. Her bosom was full and shapely, her thighs supple and firm, her hips ripe and womanly. But it was her backside that really caught my admiration. Rarely had I seen such a sumptuous pair of female buttocks. Leonie was an unworldly peasant in her mid-twenties but she possessed the voluptuous ass of a cock-teasing whore.
We talked for maybe five minutes until I reluctantly tore myself away to continue my patrol. At noon I returned to the market, my heart pounding like a drum. Boldly I approached Leonie to ask her for a date. She politely refused, giving the excuse that she hoped to become a nun and intended to remain a virgin. I was amazed and heartbroken. Mortified by disappointment I bade her farewell and walked off. That night, as I lay alone in my bed in my room at the castle, I spent several hours thinking about her. In my mind I pictured her lovely face and fabulous figure. I tried to imagine what she looked like in the nude. My lips slavered as I fantasized about kissing her. My tongue grew dry and swollen as I pictured it running over her breasts and nipples. By midnight my cock was so sore from masturbating that I could no longer bear to touch it.
The next morning I went to the market again. I repeated my request for a date and again felt the pain of rejection. Leonie suggested we could be friends. I knew it would drive me crazy but I accepted the offer, thinking it might eventually turn into something else. That evening we walked together in the woods, talking quietly and counting the bright stars. I put my arm around her waist but she pulled away and made it very clear that I must not touch her again. Walking behind her in the dusk beneath the trees I kept my eyes fixed on her swaying bottom. The urge to reach out and give it a squeeze was overwhelming. When we halted to gaze up at the sky, Leonie noticed the bulge in my pants: "Do I really arouse you so much, Zander?" she asked. When I answered Yes she seemed embarrassed and dismayed. We walked back to the village in silence, neither of us making eye-to-eye contact with the other.
At the weekend we strolled together in the woods on Friday evening and Saturday afternoon. On Saturday I suggested to Leonie that we could swim in the river-pool where the willow trees reached down to the water. I reckoned it would be a good opportunity to see her naked. Needless to say, she rejected the idea without hesitation, leaving me with nothing except a daydream of what might have been. I spent most of Saturday night jerking off. I rubbed my penis so feverishly that I nearly tore it off at the root.
On Monday morning of the second week I encountered her in the market and realized at once that something was amiss. Sure enough, one of the local gossips had told Leonie about the unsavory aspects of my character. Until then, I had managed to keep the true facts hidden from her, but I should have known what would happen. Secrecy is a precious commodity in these parts. Leonie asked if the stories were true. She wanted to know if I had really done wicked things to female prisoners in the dungeons of the castle. "Those sluts were enemies of the Duke," I explained. "All of them were bandits, or they freely admitted to aiding the robber gangs. They had to be punished."
"Is it true, Zander," she inquired softly. "Did you rape those women. Did you torture them until they confessed?"
"No," I lied. "Of course I didn't rape them. All I did was flog their bare backs with a leather whip."
I could see she did not believe me. Her face showed it: she knew I was not telling the truth. The look of disdain in her eyes was unmistakable.
"Leave me," she said. "I no longer wish to speak with you. Our friendship is ended."
Rage surged through my veins but I held it back. My fists clenched at my sides. I wanted to punch her so hard, to vent my fury upon her. But I merely whispered Bitch before turning around and storming off. I disappeared into the crowd. The noise of the market muffled my voice as I loudly cursed her name. In anger and frustration I pushed my way through the milling mob of dirty, smelly peasants. People got out of the way, fearing to inflame my wrath. Some I shoved and slapped, just to release the tension boiling inside me. One young kid of eighteen, a skinny little wimp called Samuel, moved too slowly out of my path and received the full force of my rage. He didn't deserve it, but he became a punchbag for my anger at being rejected by Leonie. While everyone watched in horror I threw him down in the mud and kicked him around like a football. The sound of my boot thudding into his ribs gave me a lot of satisfaction but it was a poor substitute for what I really wanted to do. Each time I landed a kick on that helpless boy I imagined my boot slamming into the gorgeous brunette who had caused me so much heartache.
After that, I ignored Leonie on my daily patrol of the market. My nightly masturbation sessions no longer pictured her snuggling in my bed but writhing in pain under the lash. Instead of imagining her nestling in my embrace I fantasized about doing to her what I had done to those bandit sluts chained in the dungeon. I imagined my thick, hard cock jabbing violently into her pussy or ramming deep between her buttocks.
I was not alone in nurturing a growing resentment of the newest member of our community. A group of female villagers - most of them fat and middle-aged - begrudged the lustful glances given to Leonie by their husbands. These women envied her beauty and hated her for it. Even when she assured them that she had no desire to accept the clumsy advances of their menfolk, her words were dismissed as lies. The ugly old bitches accused her of being a temptress, a seductress, an adulteress and a witch. Eventually they went up to the castle to file the accusation as a formal charge. I was there in the great hall when they loudly demanded that the justice of the realm should be served upon Leonie. The Duke considered the matter and saw how flimsy was the case against her, but he turned to me and requested my advice. I urged him to accept the evidence. "The flower-seller must be punished," I said. "She is an immoral wench who seeks to defile the hearts of all good men."
"Have you witnessed her sensual charms, Zander?" the Duke inquired. "Is she really an evil seductress?"
"Yes, my lord," I replied. "She tried to tempt me into her bed, promising to do all kinds of depraved things to my body. When I refused, she pestered me mercilessly for many days."
My lies swung the Duke's judgement in favor of the accusers, to whom he then posed a question: "What penalty do you seek?"
The fattest and ugliest of the women stepped forward. "We demand a public whipping, lord."
"How many lashes?" the Duke asked.
"Two hundred," said the woman.
The Duke raised his eyebrows. "Where? On her bare back?"
"No," the fat housewife answered. "All over her sinful body. Let the whip strike every inch of her flesh."
A nod from the Duke ended the conversation, and the village women went home feeling satisfied with the outcome. A warrant was immediately issued for Leonie's arrest. Within a couple of hours she was brought to the castle and thrown in a dungeon. I was out on patrol at the time but I learned of her capture as soon as I got back. By then, a mood of excitement had caught every soldier in the Duke's guard. Word had spread quickly that a gorgeous young woman languished in a deep chamber below the barracks. Groups of men were already hurrying down the dark stairway to the dungeons. Many of them were boasting about what they intended to do with the prisoner.
I was in love with Leonie. Despite feeling angry at her rejection of my clumsy advances I loved her with an all-consuming passion. I felt that I should be the first man to rape her, the first soldier of the garrison to snatch away her precious virginity. As sergeant of the guard I outranked most of the others anyway. They could wait their turn and form an orderly line behind me. None of them, I believed, should be allowed to dip their cocks in her tender meat until I had sated my lust with her. I was on my way down to the dungeons, with a massive erection throbbing in my pants, when one of the Duke's servants tapped my shoulder from behind.
"Our master summons you to the great hall," he said.
"Why?" I growled.
"He requires your advice in a matter of urgency. You must go to him at once."
Cursing and muttering, I pushed my way back up the steps, swimming against a tide of excited men who were rushing the other way. I counted more than forty soldiers on the stairway but a further dozen at least had already gone down to the dungeons. Why did the Duke need to see me at such a crucial moment, when my sweet Leonie was about to be raped by fifty lust-crazed brutes? My rightful place was at the head of the line, as the only man in the castle who truly loved her. Her virginity was mine to take. Her sweet pink flesh was mine to probe and plunder. The Duke's summons seemed likely to cause too much delay. By demanding my presence in the hall he had unwittingly taken away the special privilege of my rank. How could I possibly prevent the soldiers from deflowering Leonie if I was not there to make them wait their turn?
In the great hall I bowed to the Duke . Standing beside him was a wizened old man whom I recognized as Holbrook, a local sheep-farmer.
"Holbrook wants to build a timber bridge across the forest stream," the Duke explained. "Please take a look at his drawings to make sure his plan respects the boundary of my deer park."
"Yes, lord," I replied calmly, although my heart was pounding like a drum. Impatience at the delay almost choked my throat. I knew Leonie was being deflowered at that very moment, by a mob of lust-crazed soldiers. My greatest fear was that their brutal cocks would rip her pussy apart, destroying its delicious tightness and spoiling my pleasure.
The next hour passed very slowly. I looked at the old farmer's drawings but my mind was too distracted by thoughts of what was happening in the dungeon. After thirty minutes of frustration and anxiety my limbs were tense and trembling. After forty minutes I was sweating all over. Fifty-seven minutes eventually passed before Holbrook rolled up his papers to take his leave of the Duke. At that moment, a young soldier dashed into the hall. He was panting breathlessly and his tunic was disheveled. The crotch of his breeches was half-unbuttoned.
"Well, boy?" said the Duke. "What do you want?"
"I come from the dungeons," the lad replied. At only eighteen he was the youngest fellow under my command. His name was Jake and he was a handsome, fresh-faced kid whom I had nurtured like a son. I always admired his insatiable appetite for sadism. He enjoyed having fun with female prisoners and got a tremendous thrill when they screamed in pain. I knew at once that he had already taken his turn with Leonie.
"Is the flower-seller ready for punishment?" the Duke asked.
"Yes, sir," Jake answered. "Corporal Lambert told me to request your specific instructions. He wants to know which whip should be chosen, and what type of bindings should be used to fix the woman between the whipping-posts, and how much clothing she is permitted to wear."
"She is to be flogged in the marketplace, in full public view," said the Duke. "In such circumstances a woman's breasts, buttocks and feminine parts are usually covered, for the sake of decency and modesty. A narrow strip of white linen around her bosom will suffice, with a broader band wrapped around her hips. But the final decision on this topic rests with Sergeant Zander."
Jake looked at me and received my prompt response. "Leonie's crime is too serious for modesty," I said. "She is a temptress and a whore, a woman who deserves no dignity. The good people of the village will expect her to be degraded and humiliated. She will therefore be naked during her punishment."
"Which whip should Corporal Lambert use?" Jake asked.
"None," I answered sharply. "Tell him to keep Leonie in the dungeon until I have inspected her. I will select a suitable whip before she goes down to the village, and I myself will perform the flogging."
Jake nodded. "And how do you wish her to be tied between the posts?" he asked. "Corporal Lambert suggests binding her wrists with narrow cord, to intensify her pain. But maybe you prefer the traditional method, using ordinary rope?"
I shook my head and said: "No rope. No narrow cord. Such bindings are too merciful for Leonie."
Both Jake and the Duke looked puzzled. After a brief moment of silence, the Duke frowned. "How then do you propose to attach her to the whipping-posts?" he asked.
My answer made him lift his eyebrows again. "Thin steel wire," I replied. "We'll stretch her arms between the posts and bind her tightly. The crowd will enjoy seeing her wrists get chafed red-raw as she writhes under the lash."
"So will I!" the Duke quipped. "Especially if she is as beautiful as the rumors say."
I bowed respectfully and said: "By your leave, lord, I must go down to the dungeon to begin the preparations. I need to inspect Leonie before discussing the final details with Corporal Lambert."
"Has she been molested?" the Duke inquired casually.
My response was given with an impatient sigh. "Yes, my lord. The soldiers visited her in the dungeon while I was delayed up here with Farmer Holbrook. I am sure every man of the garrison has raped her."
"Good!" said the Duke, before dismissing me from the hall with a wave of his hand.
* * * * * * *
On the way down to the dungeons I passed several groups of soldiers, mostly in twos and threes, who were making their way back to the upper levels of the castle. Some looked weary and jaded, as though recovering from heavy physical toil. Others were in a state of heightened excitement. A few seemed as giddy as billy-goats. One chubby young fellow called Clementius still had a rigid bulge in the crotch of his breeches. All of them were returning to their duties after sating their lust with my beautiful Leonie. They were almost the last men of the Duke's guard to ravish her before her punishment commenced. The final cock to penetrate her would be mine.
I unlocked the door of her dungeon and entered, before closing it behind me. The room was a small, square cell with an iron-barred window high up in the far wall. It was bare and grim, with no bed or mattress and only an old wooden bucket for a latrine. Leonie lay in the middle of the floor, lying on her right side, with her knees drawn up under her chin and her wrists tied in front. She was naked. Her brown dress lay torn and scattered around the cell. Her skimpy undergarment - a simple thong of white cotton - had been used to bind her wrists together. She lay now in a sort of fetal position. Her rich, dark-brown hair trailed over her face in matted tangles. It swirled around her shoulders, partly concealing the bites, scratches and bruises on her skin. Her knees were drawn up so high that I could not see her breasts but I got a fine view of her buttocks and private parts. I saw clearly the narrow slit of her pussy and, a little below it, the dark cleft of her ass-crack with a cute pink rosebud nestling within. Both her pussy and anus oozed little trickles of semen. Each orifice glistened wetly, as if they had been freshly oiled. Even from a distance, as I stood silently near the door, it was obvious that her vaginal lips were painfully swollen. Her ravished anus gaped unnaturally, like a small dark hole, its ring of muscle stretched wide to the diameter of my thumb. Merely staring at her for a few moments gave me a massive erection. She looked so helpless, so vulnerable, so pretty, so deliciously abused, that I almost came off in my pants. I regretted not being present when the other guys were fucking her, but it was easy to imagine the debauched scene. I now intended to re-create her ordeal all over again, with myself as the lone pleasure-seeker. Lowering myself to the floor, I knelt beside her, keeping my hungry eyes fixed on her glistening pussy.
Leonie was suddenly aware of me. She opened her eyes and turned her face towards me. Her cheeks were stained by tear-trails; her eyelids were pink and puffy. I saw a large red bruise on her forehead and a ring of smaller ones around her mouth. I estimated that as many as twenty soldiers had violently kissed her while ramming their pricks inside her cunt. Sore, crimson chafe-marks on her thighs, arms and ankles showed where she had been held down during the repeated assaults.
"Zander," she said, in a faint voice. "Have you come to rescue me?"
"Yes, Leonie," I whispered. My words were another lie, of course, but I perceived a situation I could exploit for my own purposes. "I bring good news. I have begged the Duke to set you free, and he has agreed."
Struggling in considerable discomfort she somehow managed to sit up, despite her wrists being bound at the front. Her lovely face winced at the pain but her main concern seemed to be her embarrassment at revealing her nakedness to me. As for myself, I simply could not take my eyes off her breasts. They were full, firm and shapely - just as I had imagined them in my nocturnal fantasies. The marks of strong fingers and sharp teeth had not reduced the ripe perfection of those fleshy orbs. Letting my eyes wander down her belly, I caught a glimpse of her crotch just before she drew her knees up to preserve her modesty. Boobs and pussy were suddenly hidden again, although not before I had observed a complete absence of pubic hair around her vaginal area. When our eyes eventually met she anticipated the question on my lips and answered it before I voiced it.
"They shaved me," she explained. "Before they did anything else to me. They said I needed to be smooth down there, like a real whore. It was so humiliating. The corporal told them to hold me down and pull my legs apart while he used a razor to....." she paused to let a teardrop roll down her right cheek. "And then they took turns to rape me. I think they all did it at least once, but some did it twice or three times. I lost count of how many...." she hesitated again, before bowing her head in grief. I heard her weeping softly. Her chin rested on her knees and she hunched her body even more tightly.
I knelt beside her, stroking her long dark hair. Pre-cum oozed from my rigid prick to stain the front of my breeches on the inside. "Poor Leonie!" I said, pretending to feel sorry for her. "They stole away your virginity and hurt your beautiful body. But your friend Zander is here with you now. I've come to help you, my darling. I've come to set you free."
"But the nasty corporal told me to expect a lot of pain," she said, sniffing back her fear. "He said I would be taken out to the marketplace and stretched between two posts. He said he was going to bind my wrists with thin cords which will cut my skin. He said he was going to whip me. Can you really save me from such a fate?"
I nodded solemnly, shifting my knees slightly to ease the pressure on my rock-hard penis. I longed to liberate it from my pants. "Listen, my sweet maiden," I replied, smiling as I placed a tender kiss on her left cheek. "I give you this solemn promise: you will not be tied with cords, and you will not be flogged by Corporal Lambert."
Her face brightened visibly. "You promise, Zander?"
"Yes. I swear on my grandmother's soul. No binding with ropes, and no lashes from the corporal." Neither of these statements was untrue, so my sworn promise was actually genuine. She was to be tied with wire, not cord. She was to be whipped by me, not by Corporal Lambert. To my amusement and delight she accepted both assurances trustingly. She really did think I was going to save her. Her innocent belief in my compassion made me snigger inside.
"Oh, Zander!" she said, nuzzling her head against my chest. "You really are a true friend. Forgive me for doubting you, for thinking you were cruel and cold-hearted. How shall I ever repay you?" I kissed the top of her head as she rubbed her nose against my chest. She was soft and affectionate, like a playful kitten. My lips pressed the thick brown hair on her scalp and tasted a musky flavor of rose-water mingled with fresh female sweat.
"My help comes at a price, Leonie," I said. "You must pay it now. You must pay it immediately, my darling. Here, in this dank dungeon, you must show me how much our friendship means to you."
Wthdrawing her head she sat up and leaned back a little, giving me a wary look with those lovely green eyes. Behind her puzzled expression I knew she understood what I wanted. Neither of us needed to spell it out.
"But I'm in pain," she whispered. "Those evil soldiers.... they did things..... they hurt me for a long time. I'm too sore to give myself to you, Zander. Will you not show mercy? Will you not simply let me go home?"
I leaned over to kiss her lips but she pulled away and frowned. I grew angry. The desire to strike her, to slap her beautiful face, was almost too strong to suppress. "I won't hurt you, my dear Leonie," I said. "All I want to do is make love to you. I promise to be gentle."
The mere thought of having sex with me repulsed her. To my dismay, she seemed genuinely disgusted, as though she was about to be sick. "I cannot give you what you desire," she said, shaking her head. "If you truly love me, you will not demand such a price. Have I not suffered enough? Those men hurt me terribly, Zander. They defiled every inch of my body. Do you now wish to do the same?"
"Defile?" I said, snarling the word like a curse. "Is that how you would feel if we made love? Do you really find me so unattractive?"
She nodded slowly and whispered: "Yes." But then she added as an afterthought: "I enjoy your friendship, Zander, but there is nothing more in my heart."
"You know I love you," I said, caressing her hair again. "You know how much I adore you. This will be my only chance to show my love."
"Can I not repay you in a different way?" she asked, grimacing at my touch.. "My family has money which they will gladly send to you. They live many miles from here, in the valley of....... Oh no, please don't. Please stop, Zander!"
My hand slid down her auburn tresses to wander over her left shoulder and upper arm. I wanted to touch her breasts but she was sitting in a huddled position, with her arms wrapped tightly around her shins, so that only her armpits and flanks were visible. With a fingertip I gently caressed her left side, stroking downward over her ribs to where her waist met the curve of her hip.
"If you don't let me make love to you," I said solemnly, "your fate will be very unpleasant. Giving yourself to me is your only chance of freedom. If you refuse, I will urge the Duke to reverse his merciful verdict, and you will then be punished severely."
"Please don't do this," she said. Her eyes filled with moisture as another shiny teardrop spilled down her left cheek.
"Will you pay the simple price of freedom?" I retorted. "Or will you condemn yourself to a public whipping?" I knew I could have taken her by force, pushing her down on the ground, beating her with my fists and reaming her like a whore. It would have turned me on to do those things. But I wanted her to offer her beautiful body willingly. I wanted her to have a big incentive to please me.
After a brief pause she whispered softly: "Alright, Zander, I will give you what you want. If my freedom must be bought, then I have no choice but to purchase it. What do you wish me to do?"
My cock nearly exploded with joy. Barely able to contain my excitement, I told her to lie down on the floor, on her back. I was desperate to get an unhindered view of her naked body. Without hesitation she obeyed calmly, although her face reddened with embarrassment when she stretched herself flat on the ground. I shuffled closer to kneel alongside her, feasting my eyes on the vision of her beauty. Her rich dark hair framed her face like a nun's veil; her gorgeous green eyes stared serenely up at the ceiling; her bare skin glowed faintly in the dim light of the dungeon. My ravenous gaze devoured her superb breasts, her curvaceous hips, her supple thighs. I saw the newly-shaved mound of her pussy and the narrow gash of her womanhood peeping below it. The outer lips of her slit were pink and swollen, the tender flesh having been poked and prodded by numerous frenzied cocks. Near the apex of her vulva, her clitoris poked forth like a tiny circumcised penis, its sensitive domed head so bruised that it gleamed like a ripe purple cherry. In spite of knowing that every soldier of the garrison had penetrated her, I felt a burning urge to kiss and lick her feminine parts. The thought of her being repeatedly raped by my comrades turned me on, blinding me to the consequences of putting my mouth down there.
I told her to lift up her arms and arc them backward and downward, stretching them on the floor behind her head. Her wrists struggled helplessly as she tried to loosen the tightly-knotted band of white cotton that restrained them. The fact that she had been bound with her own skimpy underwear seemed strangely erotic. Crawling around to kneel between her legs I parted her thighs to fully expose her vagina. Then, bending my head forward and crouching down, I pressed my face into her crotch to place a tender kiss on her hairless pussy-lips. She was so sore that a little squeal of pain accompanied my first kiss, followed by pitiful whimpers when I licked along the full length of her slit. Her whole body tensed. Her bottom lifted slightly of the floor as she arched her spine. I heard her gasp at the discomfort but I pretended it was an exhalation of delight. The tip of my tongue swirled around her stiff, bruised clitoris before sliding smoothly into the hot flesh of her vaginal tube. My nostrils twitched at the strong, sharp odor of semen; my tongue tasted the sour flavor of fifty rigid cocks. I lapped her cunt like a thirsty animal, sucking her ravaged hole until stale cum trickled down my chin. I sucked and kissed and licked and swallowed. In my breeches my hard-on was like a steel pole. My balls ached and throbbed.
Licking sticky, slimy fluid off my lips I lifted my face out of her crotch and crawled on top of her. In the same movement I unfastened my breeches to push them down to my knees. Hoisting up my tunic I let my dripping, twitching erection trail across her quivering belly before thrusting my hips firmly downward. With my face hovering over hers I saw her eyelashes fluttering as she half-closed her eyes. Her deliciously full-lipped mouth partially opened to form an oval pout that I simply could not resist. I kissed her passionately, driving my teeth against her tongue to force her mouth open, even as my erect penis slid smoothly into her cunt.
"Oh, Leonie! Leonie!" I growled, slavering the words through the kiss.
The sensation of my rock-hard manhood moving inside her body was indescribable. After weeks of fantasizing about her, after countless lonely nights of frantic masturbation, the reality of fucking this gorgeous girl exceeded all my expectations. Her pussy felt surprisingly tight and snug, almost as if her precious virginity was still intact. The relentless violence of the rapes had not slackened the taut muscles of her love-tunnel. Her cunt gripped my phallus in a choking grip which nearly blew my mind. Each inward thrust of my embedded tool felt truly exquisite; each slow withdrawal along her hot, cum-greased chute felt intensely satisfying.
I came off after twenty-three strokes but it was a miracle I lasted so long. Kissing her like a demon, while pumping my juice into her womb, I briefly considered letting her escape the vicious public flogging that awaited her. All I had to do was plead her case to the Duke and her punishment really would be commuted to something less severe. But no, it simply wasn't enough to unleash my lust upon her. She had, after all, rejected my affections. Like every woman who had ever hurt my feelings she deserved to pay a harsh penalty. Thus, even as I squirted my passion inside her, I imagined her writhing naked between the whipping-posts in the marketplace. I pictured red stripes simmering on her back as the cruel lashes hissed and cracked. I savored the exciting prospect of seeing her hands tug helplessly at the steel wire around her wrists. The mere thought of laying a horsewhip across her fabulous tits was enough to coax an extra squirt of sperm from my balls.
Breathlessly, and sweating like a mule, I crawled off her chest to lean up on one elbow while I rolled her onto her stomach. Face-down and sobbing, she tearfully begged me to stop but I was too aroused to show any mercy. I had to pull her arms taut to keep them stretched out on the floor. Her head was between them and it was difficult to see her face. Heaving myself up onto all fours I got between her legs, spread them wide and knelt between them. This was my first real chance to appreciate the supple perfection of her ass. It was, of course, the first time I had ever seen her bare buttocks in all their glory and the view certainly did not disappoint. I had long suspected her of possessing a wonderful backside and my suspicions were duly confirmed. Shapely, curvy, firm, well-rounded, smooth, tight, pert - all of these descriptions applied to Leonie's bottom and all of them fell a long way short of the truth. Kneeling in the V of her legs behind her wondrous ass I reached out to place both hands upon it. With a palm on each springy buttock I gently squeezed the ripe flesh before massaging gently. I wanted her to say That feels nice, Zander but instead she simply whispered It hurts . The soldiers had taken turns to sodomize her, driving their cruel pricks into her rear hole, stretching her rectum until she had screamed herself hoarse. The evidence of their plundering was visible in her butt-crack when I used my thumbs to draw her cheeks apart. Deep inside the dark cleft a trickle of greasy fluid spilled from the distended, swollen ring of her anus.
I crouched down like a puppy, putting my face against her crack to breathe the distinctive aroma of backdoor rape. A musky, pungent smell teased my nose: a potent mix of male sweat, stale semen, female sweat and female gut. Leonie stiffened when I used my hands to pull her buttocks apart. I think she was probably shocked and disgusted by what I was about to do.
"Your ass is so beautiful," I murmured, even as my face drove into the gaping groove between her buns.
"Oh God!" she cried, lifting her head off the ground and flailing her bare back with swirls of auburn hair. "Why are you doing this, Zander? It's so awful, so obscene, so..... Oh God, no!"
I did not respond to her anxieties. Her embarrassment was acute but I really did not give a damn. All I wanted to do was stick my tongue in her rectum, to humiliate her, to degrade her, to punish her for rejecting my love. Her anus was terribly sore but I didn't care. The red ring of elastic muscle yielded to the first thrust of my tongue. She gasped as I licked around inside her back passage. My tongue wriggled like an eel. I tasted strong, sour flavors which left a bitterness in my mouth. My tongue thrusted and licked and wriggled until its root began to ache. By then, my sweet Leonie lay weeping in shame and degradation. She may not have guessed that my penis was fully erect again but she found out soon enough after I dragged my face out of her ass-crack. Once more I crawled on top of her, pressing down on her spine as I eased my loins into the desired position. Her sobs and whimpers grew louder when my erection slipped between her buttocks.
"Please, Zander," she wailed faintly. "Not there, I beg you. Not there.... not there...."
Her pleading had no effect. The next sound she made was a shriek of pain when the hard round dome of my phallus pushed through her anal ring. I gasped and groaned, struggling to remain conscious beneath a wave of intense pleasure. Although well-reamed by the cocks of countless soldiers her rectum was still tight enough to clasp my rod in a delicious stranglehold. As I moved slowly back and forth along her cum-greased chute I moaned in ecstasy, savoring the firm grip of her abdominal muscles. My comrades had left her slick and well-lubricated. Her bowels were so full of semen that my gently thrusting penis made a soft slurping noise on each outward stroke.
I tried to kiss her face from behind but she twisted her head frantically to avoid my lips. I gnawed her ears and nibbled her hair; I nuzzled the back of her neck through her dark tresses and tasted sweat on her skin. She whimpered constantly. I knew her rectum was already sore from the earlier rapes but hearing her squeal in agony turned me on too much. My embedded dick pushed deeper, its swollen tip oozing a steady spillage of pre-cum. My aching balls felt as hard as walnuts. I longed to ejaculate, to squirt the juice of my passion into Leonie's ass, but at the same time I also wanted to prolong the wondrous sensations. Sodomizing this beautiful young brunette was simply too pleasurable.
Beneath me the graceful groove of her spine glistened with perspiration. She tried to wriggle free but the squirming of her buttocks merely intensified my enjoyment. The silky smoothness of her back excited me. I relished the prospect of lashing it with a horsewhip until it gleamed with cruel red stripes. In my mind I heard the delicious sound of hard leather striking soft female skin. I pictured Leonie standing nude and helpless in the marketplace, her arms stretched between the whipping-posts, her wrists cruelly cut by the wire. I pictured her long dark hair tumbling around her shoulders while the village mob feasted their lecherous eyes on her pussy, tits and ass. These images was such a turn-on that I suddenly came off, spraying a powerful jet of sperm along her rectum while my cock throbbed in spasm.
"Leonie! Leonie!" I gasped, sinking my teeth into her left shoulder. Beneath me she lay quiet and still, her soft weeping barely audible as I squirted my lust along her intestines. I pumped her anal passage mercilessly, banging my loins against her buttocks while she lay sobbing in pain. Only when my penis began to shrink did I withdraw it from her body. It emerged from her ass with a noise like a squelch and was followed by a trickling stream of cum. A new halo of moisture glistened around her red-rimmed anal orifice. I rolled off to lie breathless and exhausted longside her. With my tunic hoisted up around my waist and my breeches rolled around my knees I made an undignified, slightly ridiculous figure but I felt too contented to care.
Silently, moving very slowly, my dark-haired angel crawled up into a sitting position. Once more she sat crouched and hunched, her arms tightly clasping her knees, her bound wrists showing a fresh set of chafe-marks. After a few moments I gathered my composure and hauled myself up onto my knees. Then, after pulling up my pants and buckling my belt, and after lowering my tunic and flattening the creases, I looked at Leonie and smiled.
"Did you enjoy it, my pretty girl?" I asked, grinning at the facetious tone in my voice.
She shook her head but did not answer, so I reached out to stroke her hair. Predictably, she flinched her head away, so instead of giving her auburn mane an affectionate caress I gave her face a hefty slap. Smack! The sudden noise startled her. She wailed at the stinging pain as a bright pink mark grew lividly on her left cheek.
"I asked a question: Did you enjoy it? Answer me, bitch, or you'll get another stinger across the face."
"I hated it," she whispered, before bursting into tears.
While she sat there, sobbing like a baby, I carefully untied the skimpy white underwear from her wrists. The cotton thong dangled from my fingers as I held it up to my nose. She watched in horror and disbelief as I sniffed the triangle of fabric that had once covered her crotch. My nose ran along the narrow rear strip that had once nestled so snugly in her butt-crack. I could tell she was shocked and disgusted by my behavior.
"You freak!" she hissed. "Why are you doing it?"
With a sly smile I answered: "I always sniff the underwear of female prisoners."
I knew without inquiring further that she loathed me intensely in that moment. But her thong smelled very sexy indeed, and her expression of utter disgust was rather amusing. The ripe odor of her feminine parts, still detectable on the white material, made my cock stiffen in my breeches.
"Will you release me from this dungeon, Zander?" she whispered, in a voice weakened by grief and terror and pain. "Will you take me back to the village?"
"Yes," I replied, standing up and shoving the underwear in my pocket.
"When?" she bleated, before surrendering to an uncontrollable fit of weeping.
"Soon, Leonie," I said, gazing down at her as she sat sobbing at my feet. A noise at the door suddenly drew my attention away. The helmeted head of Corporal Lambert appeared.
"Are you finished, Sergeant?" he asked, before noticing the growing bulge of my erection. "Or maybe you're about to start all over again?" He ended with a smirk and a snigger.
"What is it, Corporal?" I grunted.
"Something to show you, Zander. Out here, in the corridor. I've found something you might want to see."
With a glance at Leonie's tear-streaked face staring up at me, I walked towards the door and closed it firmly behind me. Outside in the narrow corridor, Lambert produced a coiled horsewhip of smooth brown leather and directed my gaze to the tip.
"I found this in the old store," he explained. "It's one of the old-fashioned whips, tipped with metal to give extra force to the lashes. The end of the leather is woven with a small iron ball. Just feel the weight!"
"Impressive," I mused, cupping it in my palm. "But surely you know a metal-tipped whip can't be used in a public punishment? It was forbidden three hundred years ago, after a huge public outcry. The people in those days didn't like seeing what it did to a human body. A whip like this causes massive bruising and leaves the victim quivering in shock. Only the toughest criminals, the hardest men in the land, could endure its deadly caress without losing consciousness. So our ancestors banned the use of metal-tipped whips. Take this one back to the store and find something I can legally use on Leonie."
"No need to take it back," Lambert added. "The Duke has already approved its use in today's punishment. He says the old law can make an exception."
I smiled, and took the whip, letting it uncoil gracefully like a long brown snake. When the small iron ball struck the stone floor it landed with an ominous clunk . Relishing the prospect of lashing Leonie's smooth skin with such a wicked device made my erection push painfully against my pants.
"Excellent!" I remarked.
"The other guards were wondering," Lambert continued. "They wanted to know if Leonie will be kept here, at the castle, if she survives the flogging. They're all crazy about her. They're desperate to have sex with her again. But they wonder if she's destined for the copper mines, or maybe the galleys?"
"Copper mines!" I said, laughing as I spoke. "Galleys! Are you kidding? A woman of Leonie's exquisite beauty is too good to waste on hard toil. No back-breaking labor for her. No indeed! If she survives today's punishment, I'll ask the Duke to give her as a gift to the garrison. When her injuries are healed we'll keep her as a fuck-doll for the soldiers. The men will enjoy having fun with her. She'll be screwed every night of the week. Except on Saturdays, when she belongs to me and nobody else."
Lambert sniggered when he heard the plan. I coiled the whip and handed it back. He hung it on his belt and rubbed the crotch of his breeches. "I can't wait to rape her again," he said. "Even when she's covered all over in whip-welts, she'll still be beautiful. And her ass is so perfect! I really enjoyed fucking her between the buttocks, and watching the other guys do it. She screamed the whole time. Just thinking about it now makes my cock stiffer than a steel pole."
"Mine too," I replied, as I opened the door of Leonie's dungeon. "In fact, I can't wait until after the whipping. I'm going to screw her again, right here, right now, before we take her down to the village. Perhaps you wish to join me, Corporal?"
"Thanks for the invitation," he chuckled, as he followed me inside.
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