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Subject: {ASSM} Kindred, Chapter 21  The Audit Begins   (slow  rape(?)  )
Date: Mon, 17 Nov 2003 21:10:03 -0500
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Chapter 21: The Audit Begins   (Slow, rape(?) )


When the time had been set for the attack, I'd sent word back to
Castle Caradine, and had my carriages sent to Gaiford. They'd
arrived two days before, along with 200 men at arms to support
Alexandra. The troops had remained out of the area until
yesterday when they presented themselves to the Regent.  The
carriages were loaded and ready this morning.

For the audit, my Garden was accompanying me, as well as the
survivors of the horsemen that had accompanied me here to
Gaiford. Casualties had been low, but fourteen had succumbed to
their wounds, and six were seriously injured and would be
returned to Warrington.

Joining me in the first coach were Francesca, Alisha, a woman of
medium height, but heavily muscled and wearing her hair very
short, and Kaylene and Cynthia. When Kaylene closed the drapes,
Cynthia objected.

"I want to see! I've never been anywhere but right by the
castle!"

Kaylene was going to shush her, but I held up a hand. "I'm sorry
Cynthia, but I get sick when I get too much sunshine. I need to
talk with Kaylene, and I thought you'd be most comfortable with
her, but if you want, we can put you in one of the other
carriages."

She reacted exactly as I'd expected. "No! That's all right; I'll
sit here and be good. Please don't make me go away!" Kaylene gave
her a reassuring hug and I patted her hand.

"Cynthia, we certainly won't send you away. But for now, we need
to keep the draperies closed." She nodded acceptance at my words
and sat quietly as I discussed matters with the three women.

The first matter was the upcoming arrival of orphans and
immigrants. This year's arrivals held a larger than usual number
of orphans, and we were trying to decide how best to distribute
them.

When a member of my Garden or the "Warriors" chose to resign or
retire, the most common reason was a desire to make a new life
with someone they loved. This I encouraged with generous gifts to
start them on their new lives. And if they chose to start their
new life within the duchy, and help support and protect their new
communities, I paid them a generous yearly stipend and granted
them a homestead. 

This gave each community several residents that would help train
the local militia, help encourage those who sought employ in my
forces, and gave me reliable sources of information concerning
the community's needs and concerns, as well as watching for
dangerous discord.

But a couple in love often desired children, and all of my
Blossoms and many of the "Warriors of the Green" were sterile due
to acceptance of the Covenant. I'd finally discovered a solution
to this problem when a cleric had approached me begging funds for
his orphanage. It wasn't long before I had an empty orphanage and
several dozen happy families. But I had more parents desiring
children then I had children needing families.

So I'd hired agents from many parts of the world to acquire
orphans and deliver them to me. The Duchy of Warrington was soon
a haven for those unlucky many that fate had robbed of a family.


This year, though we were expecting forty-five children, we had
requests from twelve couples for a first child, and requests from
fifty-five families for another child. So we needed a lottery of
some sort to fairly distribute the thirty-three available
children among the fifty-five hopefuls. 


The sun was about to set and we'd opened the draperies. Kaylene
and Cynthia were gazing out the window, and occasionally the
little girl exclaimed excitedly. But now she went silent and
wide-eyed as the carriage began to slow. 

"Your Grace," one of the escorting horsemen addressed me. "We
have a welcoming committee just ahead."

"Indeed?" 

"Aye. It looks to be about fifteen strong."

"Understood. Tell the driver to stop, then."

When the carriage came to a complete stop, I opened the door and
stepped down. I looked up the road and smiled as I saw the group
by the roadway. The light was behind me, so I could the faces of
many of the individuals waiting for us, but they wouldn't be able
to see me. I knew the leader well, and grinned to myself before
calling out.

"HO Travis! Why do you block the roadway?"

The one I addressed was speaking to one of his companions when I
called out, and his head jerked up in shock as he looked down the
road toward me. But he wasn't the first to respond. A little boy
of perhaps eight broke from the pack and dashed towards me.

"Pappa Alexander! Welcome back!" Then he was grasping my hand as
the rest of the pack surrounded us. 

"Hello, young Ian! How are your Momma and Da?" 

Before he could answer, I was being swamped with hugs and
handshakes and kisses on the cheek from the older girls. Then
Francesca and Alisha stepped out, and were being greeted, then
Kaylene stepped down with Cynthia tightly gripping her neck, and
the crowd grew quiet.

Travis broke the silence. "Good evening, Lady Kaylene. Would you
introduce your friend to us?"

"Hello Travis. This is Cynthia. She is His Grace's ward. Cynthia,
would you like to say hello to Travis?"

It was only because the group was so still that we heard her
response. 

"Hello, Travis."

"Hello Cynthia, and welcome to the village of Trestle." He
offered her a small bow that made her giggle.

Soon the carriages were empty, and all had been made welcome. We
followed Travis back to the village on foot, then waited in the
common while he went to find the village Elder, and the other
children ran off to get their parents. Ian returned first, with
his mother right behind, and his father following.

As I'd said, one of the reasons for the quarterly audits was the
renewal of the Covenant. This involved the consumption of my
blood by the Blossom or Warrior. And for the most part, it was
done this simply. Ian's mother, Cassandra, rushed into my arms
and hugged me tight. And when she kissed me, she bit my lip
enough to draw blood and drank, thus renewing the Covenant.

Then she took my hand and presented me to her husband. Alex was a
craftsman, skilled in wood. But Cassandra adored him, and that
was my only concern. 

Trestle was the home of four former members of my house. Each one
kissed me and renewed the covenant. Then the village elder and
his council arrived, and after speeches of greeting, led us to a
hurriedly prepared feast.

The next four days were similar. But Cynthia was gradually
becoming more comfortable around the other children, and had, in
fact, left Kaylene for nearly an hour to play with a trio of
children nearly her age.

It was the fifth night, and everyone was asleep after the feast.
I slipped out of the Village Elder's house and made my way to the
last house on the road. Using a dagger, I unlatched the window
and climbed in. The fire in the hearth was banked for the night,
but the coals were still glowing red through the ash. To the left
was an open door, and I peered inside. 

The bed dominated the room. It was probably eight-foot square
with four posts and a canopy. And on top of the bed a woman slept
spread-eagle. She was very tall, very nearly seven feet. She lay
on her stomach, so I couldn't see her breasts, but her buttocks
and upper thighs were very muscular, and her shoulder blades were
like sculptured stone. And an empty bottle lie beside her face.

As I entered the room, I silently undressed. When I knelt at the
bottom of the bed, I could look up between her legs and admire
the thick forest of hair that hid her pussy. 

From my discarded trousers I drew four cords, each with a loop
tied in one end, and loose at the other. I quickly had the woman
bound to the bed. She didn't awaken.

I knelt between her outspread legs, and began to caress her sex.
I ran my finger up and down her labia, enjoying the feel of her
unconscious arousal at my touch. I reached down and rubbed her
clit with my fingers, listening as she sighed in her sleep. Then
I slid my finger inside her. She was incredibly tight, and I
smiled with delight when I touched the barrier inside her.

With some difficulty, I lifted her hips and slid a pillow under
her stomach. Then I scooted up against her and began rubbing the
tip of my cock up and down her labia, mixing my pre-come and her
nectars into a slippery coating.

Then I grasped her hips and drove my shaft through her virginity
and burying myself fully inside her.

She screamed out in pain and shock, trying to pull away from the
invading rod that filled her, but I held her against me, and
began to slowly stroke into her.

"No! Please! Don't do this! Oh goddess, please take it out! Oh
goddess, it hurts!"

I ignored her cries and continued to thrust in and out of her
tight hole, gradually speeding up. She alternated between begging
me to stop and groans of pain.

At last, I slammed against her, burying my cock fully inside her
as it spewed molten seed into her virgin womb. As I lay across
her back with my cock shrinking inside her, she sobbed.


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