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Sam Sweetman sank into the rich leather armchair. In his
mind, he saw his dream job evaporating. He anticipated Lord Summerisle, his
employer of less than a week, springing from his own chair having abandoned any air of refinement and pummeling him for
taking advantage of Iolanthe, the nobleman’s 15-year-old daughter.
Lord Summerisle sipped his whiskey and then placed the
glass on a table that lay between him and Sam. “She’s beautiful, isn’t she?”
His Lordship asked quietly.
For a moment, Sam was not sure that he had heard
correctly, then he saw the impish grin forming on
Lord Summerisle’s face.
“You should see your face” The noble man said brightly,
then stood as he continued, “Yes, my little Io is a beautiful girl and so
full of vitality, something she shares with you own daughter”
Sam gaped at his employer, at first not questioning which
daughter Lord Summerisle was referring to. By the time his mind had settled enough to form the question,
Lord Summerisle had already begun speaking again.
“Do you know why I hired you, Sam?”
“Because I’m a consummate professional?” Sam answered with
a half joking tone, his mind dwelling on the incredibly unprofessional, but
incredibly pleasurable acts he had only recently committed with Iolanthe.
“Oh heavens no,” Lord Summer “I mean yes you are good at
your profession, but there were more powerful forces at play in my decision”
Sam stood up and walked over to Lord Summerisle who, by
now, had made his way back to his desk. “What sort of forces?” he asked.
“Well I did need somebody to oversee my legal papers and
affairs, but nobody comes to the village unless they are meant to be here”
Lord Summerisle could see that his words were providing little in the way of
explanation. “Have you noticed how pleasant it is to live in the village?” He
asked.
Sam nodded, “It’s lovely” he
replied, as images of Molly and Issy and Caroline and even Tabitha and Tara
flitting through his mind.
“We all owe our charmed lives to an agreement that has
stood for a long time, a very long time, in fact”
Sam raised an eyebrow “I thought I’d seen all the founding
documents of the village. I didn’t see anything all
that old. Do you have it in a safe somewhere?”
Lord Summerisle chuckled “Oh no, my friend. This agreement
transcends and predates any sort of written law” He walked around his desk
and returned to the armchair. Intrigued, Sam followed and returned to his own
seat, adopting a much more relaxed position this time.
“The village was founded by my ancestor who was the
legatus legionis, or commanding officer of his legion and, as I’ve mentioned,
the legion was comprised of men from
Sam took all of this in. It sounded like myth, but the
story interested him enough to not interrupt.
“When the call came for the legion to return and defend
The nobleman drained his glass, placed it on the table by
his chair and closed his eyes. His voice took on a faraway tone as he
continued. “After a couple of weeks, when the legion had begun to relax in
its habits, the head of the village came to my ancestor and offered him
something he would have never had a chance to receive had he remained loyal
to Rome”
Sam realized he needed to contribute, “And what was that?”
He asked dutifully.
“The chance to meet his god face to face” Lord Summerisle
replied matter-of-factly.
Before Sam could protest this unlikely revelation, his
employer continued his story. “The village elder took my ancestor to a sacred
grove near the village square and there the village priest opened the
doorways, I suppose you could say, and my ancestor met face to face with the
Piper”
Sam sipped from his glass, taking this in. He began to
imagine what this scene would have looked like.
***
The Roman commander stands amongst Woad painted tribesmen.
Although he wears his Roman clothing, he also sports blue-green daubs about
his face, arms and legs.
The grove is crowded with villagers and, here and there,
some of the former legionaries, also painted with symbols making them more
resemble their hosts. They stand out because only the Romans wear clothes.
The villagers; men, women and teenaged children are
entirely naked.
Smoke from a bonfire pervades the early evening air making
the scene look even more otherworldly. The Headman of the Village gently
takes Νησί
τoυ
Kαλoκαιριoύ’s
arm and leads him to a small tent made of animal skins set up around a large
stone in the middle of the grove. Legatus Legionis Kαλoκαιριoύ
opens the skin door to the tent and enters. The headman closed the flap
behind him and stands guard in front of the tent.
Inside there is little light. The Roman blinks until he
begins to perceived that his is not the structure’s sole occupant. Before he
can see at all, his nose registers the heady scents in the air, a mixture of
pine, honey, sweat and wool.
As the Roman begins to see better, he first sees the
village priest, who gestures for Kαλoκαιριoύ
to follow him further into the tent. There standing before the stone in the
tent’s center stands the Roman’s god and the Villager’s god. The Legatus is
not clear on what he is seeing as the atmosphere in the tent is laying
heavily on his senses and the figure is indistinct. The figure shifts as the
Roman looks upon him, first Pan, then the other, the one whose horns are not
those of a goat but those of a powerful Stag, and then Pan again. This shape
shifting is fluid and it is impossible for the Roman to say exactly when the
figure is Pan and when he is the other.
The most important thing for the Legatus is the feeling of
warmth he feels when beholding his god. The Deity places his hand upon the
Roman’s shoulder. Though his ears do not hear a sound, Lord Summerisle’s
ancestor hears as the voice of his god makes a proposal. It is a deal that
makes the Roman smile and which he readily agrees to.
The Piper is happy and the shadowy figure embraces the
Roman and then moves aside to reveal the stone. Upon it lies the youngest
daughter of the Village Elder, her blue painted body shines with sweat. The
insides of her thighs and her cunt, plucked clean of hairs, glisten with the
juices of her arousal.
The Roman looks to his god, who nods encouragement.
Understanding that this is how his god wished him to seal the bargain, the
Roman removes his clothes and lies upon the young girl, entering her deeply.
As the sounds of the village girl and
the Roman’s fucking is heard in the grove, the villagers themselves
begin to pair off until both native and former occupier are engaged in a
glorious orgy of carnality.
***
“So, you’re saying Pan told your ancestor that he could be
blessed for all his life if he lived in the service of Pan and that he must
only heed one command; not refuse any sexual temptation that might come his
way?” Sam said as his employer finished his story. He was sitting rather
awkwardly as the tale had caused his cock to stiffen and tent quite obviously
in his pants.
Lord Summerisle nodded “Yes, and we adhere to that command
even today. The Piper blesses us for it”
“But,” Sam protested, “say an man is tempted by his . . .”
he paused and the thought of his greatest temptation skipped across his mind
“own daughter”
“Tabitha is beautiful isn’t she?” Lord Summerisle replied
with a smile. Sam looked shocked. He had actually been thinking of
Lord Summerisle continued, “Yes, if you wish to stay and
you wish for the Piper to welcome you, you must give in, should you be so
tempted”
“But what if a man wished to, fuck, his own daughter, he
might make her pregnant!”
“Only if he wished to. Would you like that Sam, to see you
little girl big with your child” Lord Summerisle asked sardonically.
Sam shook his head.
“Then not to worry, we are able to give into our deepest
desires because the Piper ensures we do not have to face a single consequence
unless we want to. That is,” He lowered his voice “once one accepts the offer
made by Pan.”
Sam looked confused.
“I was told that you would be the ideal choice for the job
in a vision from the Piper, however we have given you and your family a
little while to see if that is true. Now I must ask you whether you accept
what the Piper offers you. If you do then we will make it official and you
and your family will partake of every gift Pan has to offer. If not we shall
bid you farewell and there will be no hard feelings” The nobleman stood up
“I’ll let you think it over for a few moments”
The nobleman made for the door, when he reached it he
turned, “I don’t wish to influence your decision in anyway Sam, but do you
know what droit de seigneur means?”
Sam thought for a moment “It means ‘right of the lord,’
but aside from translating it, no I don’t”
“It is a very old law. As Lord of this village, I have the
right to deflower any and every virgin living within my fiefdom. Should you
and your family wish to stay, I could allow you to exercise that right
instead of me.” He let the words sink in. Before leaving the room he added,
“And I do mean any virgin in the village”
Then he left Sam with his thoughts, not all of them featuring Tabitha and Tara, only most of them.
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