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Domhnall McAster heard the news from the miller's wife: the lord was looking for a new bride. The miller's wife was prone to exaggerate, so on his way home with the barley meal, he stopped by the seamstress's cot as well. Now, it wasn't just that the miller's wife and the seamstress were buxom women. Truth be told, they were also handsome, and Domhnall had a wandering eye. But the seamstress, while mending the hole in his inseam that he tore on the way there -- by accident, to be sure -- confirmed the news. Of course, she had to suck his cock through the hole first, otherwise it was just in the way. But once his staff was no longer stiff, she smiled at him and told him what she'd heard.

"Oh, aye. Lord Clyde has got an itchin' in his pants again. I had to let out a frock for one of his pregnant wives. She was all a-dither 'bout how her cunt weren't good 'nuf for his prick no more now that's she's had three of his whelps."

Domhnall paid the seamstress well for the repair and for the news. But not for the sucking. She did that for free. She "weren't no strumpet."

When he got home, he told his wife the news. She noticed the new stitches in his breeches, of course. She knew her husband's reputation, but she let him have his fun as long as the crops were tended and the roof didn't leak.

"Yer goin' to break young Bryn's heart, y'are. Ye know full well she's been eyein' the blacksmith's son," she told him.

"The lord will only tax us by half as much if we give him our daughter. Imagine, Darling, the kind of life you could lead if your husband only had to pay half the taxes of your neighbors. You'd be the richest crofter's wife in the valley," he told her.

"I'll clean her best dress, straightaway," she replied.

In truth, Bryn was devastated. She found out as she sat down to supper that night. She had plans to run off to the blacksmith's cot that very night to play their usual game of wetting his willy. She never liked the taste when he finished in her mouth, but he said it was better that way to keep from having a mess.

Instead, she cried herself to sleep after a good scrubbing bath. Her mother braided her hair so that it would be a cascade of waves in the morning. She kissed her father goodnight -- possibly for the last time. His lips stayed on her's longer than usual. She thought it was because he was going to miss her. And he was, but it was also because he was never going to get to sample the delight between her thighs. Instead he was selling that delight for another man to enjoy.

The "wedding," if it could even be called that, was not what Bryn had fantasized about since she was a little girl. In her dreams, it would have been a simple affair, but she would've been surrounded by a loving family, friends, and in the meadow between her father's farm and the Blacksmith's workshop.

Instead, it took place in the small side courtyard of the lord's keep. It was his eighth wedding, and he didn't care what his new bride's dreams were. All he cared about was the fact that he had four wives already and they were all pregnant and "old." Well, 21 to 28 might not have been old to most, but he preferred them young.

And his new wife was just that. He had to admit, she was by far the most beautiful one he'd married to date, and when it was finally time to kiss his new bride, he leaned over with an eagerness he hadn't felt in years.

Typically he would have been taller than her, but it had been decades since he was an athletic young man, jousting in tournaments and fighting in the king's wars. Now, his hunched over frame put his face level with hers, and he felt her flinch as his mouth pressed to hers.

Bryn had to fight not to run away at that moment. But she knew that she wouldn't get far, and if nothing else her father had taught her the concepts of loyalty and honor. Whether she liked it or not, the man before her was her new husband, and that meant she had a duty to do.

She opened her mouth to him as she felt his slithery old tongue lick between her lips, breathing heavy with anticipation.

"You taste sweet, my love," he said as he leaned back, grinning slightly. "I'm sure you're ready to taste more of me as well, eh?"

Bryn may have been young, but she knew enough to know what he meant, and as revolting as the thought was, she managed to nod.

"Y-yes, m'lord."

As he turned to address the small gathering, he didn't bother with any long-winded speech. He'd done that for his first wife, and his second, but after that it didn't matter to him any more. He was old, and ornery, and he was the lord of that keep. He'd do whatever he damn well pleased.

"Thank you all for coming out," he grunted. He eyed his wives, all with round bellies and hateful scowls, and the bride's parents.

"I'd say more, but half of y'all don't want to hear what I have to say, and the other half I don't have anything to say to. Besides, with a bride like this, I think you all know I have better things to be doing at a time like now. Isn't that right, darling?" he asked, enjoying the look on her face as she blushed.

He loved lording his superiority and privilege over the commoners, and as he pulled his bride to him, he pulled the length of her lily-white dress up.

"No, m'lord! Not in front of my family!" Bryn pleaded, but it was too late. He'd lifted it clear up and over her pale, white butt.

"Oh my dear, I think your father is showing the first hint of regret. Tell me good farmer, would you stand around giving speeches if you could take this to your bedroom right now?" he asked as he squeezed her perfect, round ass.

Domhnall was blushing himself, although for an entirely different reason than his daughter.

"N-no, m'lord," he said as he adjusted himself. "I don't think I would."

Mentally he was kicking himself. I should've fucked her in the ass, he thought to himself. She'd still've been a virgin, to be honest.

After pleasing himself by humiliating his new wife, and displaying to his other wives what a true fine ass looked like, the lord was ready to do his wedding day duty. Leading the young Brynn into the keep and to his bed chambers, he enjoyed the sweet smell of her hair and the feel of her firm body. When they entered his room and the guard closed the door behind them, he moved to his bed and turned towards her. Undoing his robes, he shrugged them off until he was standing there, hunched over and nude. Having a seat on the edge of the bed, he spread his legs.

"Alright, girl. Now let's see if you were worth the price I paid your father for you. You know how to suck a cock, right? All you common girls do, I know it."

Bryn looked at the piece of sausage hanging between the lord's -- no, between her husband's legs. He was so much hairier than the blacksmith's son. His gray pubic hairs were like a bramble bush, but the member that dangled beneath them looked like a dead worm. Her beloved from the village was always hard when she saw him, so she'd never seen a limp cock before.

"On your knees, Darling," he said, gesturing to the floor between his legs, "It's not going to suck itself -- otherwise I wouldn't need you."

He chuckled at his own joke. Bryn swallowed -- both her saliva and her pride -- and walked over to him.

"Ah, ah," he said, wagging a finger at her. "Off with the dress, Luv. I'll save it for the next one once you've popped a few puppies out your cunt."

Bryn lifted the white dress over her head. She wondered whether it had been worn by his other wives. It was pretty, the prettiest thing she'd ever worn. She laid it out gently on the trunk at the foot of the bed. Then she stood before her husband naked, her small breasts barely budding from her chest

Her mother had twisted her hair into a crown in the back, and there were small, white flowers tucked there. It was the only adornment she had. Although, her mother had pinched her cheeks before the ceremony to rouge them up.

"I have sucked cock, my lord," she said, dropping to her knees.

Lord Clyde slapped his new bride across the face. She looked up at him with tears in her eyes, touching her cheek.

"I'm not 'my lord' to you, Darling. I'm 'my husband'. Understand?"

Bryn blinked, and the tears poured down her cheeks, both from the pain as well as from the humiliation. She nodded.

"I understand, my husband."

"Good," he grunted, and he thrust his hips at her a bit, making his dangling cock swing in her face. "Go on, my wife. It'll harden once you wet it for me. Never fear."

Bryn lifted his member to her lips and took it into her mouth. It was salty. She'd expected that. Her beloved was always salty with sweat. But this was rank as well. The smell from his testicles was odorous. Had he not bathed before his wedding as she had?

"Suck it clean, Darling," he told her.

She began to suck him, and she felt the life stir in his shaft.

"Yes, that's good. Keep it up. It'll be hard enough to make you bleed in no time."

Bryn knew that when her husband took her virginity, it would break something inside of her. That's how a girl became a woman: she was made that way by a man. And she knew that the bloody sheet would be hung out the window of the keep to show the lord's subjects that the deed had been done. If the sheets were not bloody, the marriage would be annulled, and her family would be shamed. But Bryn had been careful to preserve her flower.

She knew it felt good to her when the blacksmith's son touched her down there. In fact, as she closed her eyes and sucked her new husband, she thought of the young man she'd left behind. As the cock in her mouth swelled, it became easier for her to play the story in her mind. She touched herself, imagining that it was a younger, firmer cock in her mouth. She moaned as her mind got carried away.

"Like all village girls," Lord Clyde chuckled. "Can't get enough of the old todger. You've got 'em nice and hard now. Hold your head still and let me warm up my hips."

Her husband held her face and started thrusting into her mouth. It went deep -- deeper than she expected. She tried to cough, to pull away, but he held her firm. His bony fingers were as strong as iron.

"Ooohh, yes, my new slut. Let your husband fuck that pretty mouth. You're the prettiest one yet, you know? I would have paid your stupid father twice the price just to have your lips on my dick. But I got you for a steal. That's the beauty of the serfs: they never know the value of anything."

Bryn squinted her eyes and let her husband have his way with her mouth. It poked into her throat, gagging her, cutting off her air. But she was determined not to shame her father...her stupid father...her stupid family. Her husband's words burned in her heart and sank into her belly. She started to realize that she was nothing but a toy for him, that her only worth was in making him happy. It was the plight of a woman, and she was determined to bear it.

In a way, it seemed right to Bryn as she knelt there, letting her husband fuck her mouth and throat. No highborn woman would ever be expected to do this, she thought, but as a simple common-girl, it was her duty to please her lord, even when he became her husband.

Her family was stupid, as was she. But the serfs were subservient to their lord, and she was being subservient to her husband. She started to feel a spark of pride that she, above all the common-girls in his territory, was giving him his most direct dues. She had the strangest thought as he rammed his sweaty cock into her face over and over: My father would be so proud. His own daughter, getting face-fucked by the lord!

As much as he was enjoying the warm, wet mouth, he knew he wouldn't be ready to have another go for at least an hour after he sprayed his seed, and he had no intention of waiting to bust the sexy, tight girl's cunt.

"Alright, you've gotten it good, wet, and hard. Now up on the edge of the bed with you. It's time for you to take the first of many blasts, my tight, young wife. You can expect these every day until that tight little belly of yours swells with another load of brats."

Bryn was nervous as she followed her husband's command and sat on the edge of the bed. She knew what came next, and she spread her legs for him, revealing her hairless cunt. She'd been growing hair down there for over a year, but her mother had made special care to take her father's razor to it, saying that no highborn lord wanted to deal with the mess commoners had to deal with.

As he stared at her cunt, he was legitimately impressed. He knew she must've been old enough to grow hair, so that meant she'd made herself look younger for him. Maybe this one got what the other dumb broads didn't.

"How old are you?" he asked as he reached down and touched her bare sex.

She gasped at his touch. "I have lived fourteen winters, my husband."

"Mmmm, so wet from sucking my cock," he mused, pushing a finger into her folds. "I feel your maidenhead resisting me. That's good. That's my favorite part."

He stood up and pushed her onto her back. Bryn fell back, looking up at her husband's hairy, scrawny, naked body.

"My other wives joke that the reason I keep getting married is because I have a perpetual need to break hymens," he said, rubbing his precum on her labia. "They're right, of course. I love the feel of a girl squirming under me as I rip through her hymen and make her bleed. Oh, and the feel of that tight cunt embracing my old pecker. You better not disappoint me, Luv."

Bryn simply shook her head, too terrified to speak.

"Feel free to scream," he said, and he shoved himself into her.

She felt his head enter her hole. It was wide, uncomfortably so. But it didn't hurt yet.

"Is that it, sir?" she asked, relieved it this was as bad as it got.

"No, you foolish twat," he said, and he pulled his hips back and thrust into her, ripping her open and spreading her apart as he buried himself in her.

Bryn did scream, and her husband loved the sound of it. He held her arms at he sides, pinning her wrists down next to her hips as he pulled back and thrust in again.

"Owwwww," she moaned in pain, throwing her head back.

"Heavens! You are tight, Luv. So fucking good. Yes, that's it. Squirm for me. God, I love it when they squirm."

Bryn tried to hold still, to be a good wife and let her husband fuck her. But she felt ripped apart, and she just wanted the pain to end.

"Please," she pleaded, tears pouring down the sides of her face.

"Ohhhh, yes, beg me. Bet your dear old husband to cum in you. The faster you make me cum, the faster this pain is over. But don't hurry on my account."

Bryn knew she had no choice but to endure. She wondered if her beloved would have hurt as bad going into her. Supposedly, it always hurt. Then she realized part of why the pain was so important to her husband. It proved her virginity, her chastity, her worth. As it dawned on her, she found herself embracing the pain.

"Oh, my husband," she moaned. "My pussy bleeds for your cock. Fuck me. Put a baby in my belly. I want to be a good wife for you."

Tears streamed from her eyes as she said it, but the fact that she was so dedicated impressed Lord Clyde.

"Mmmmph, yes, my wife. The sheets are bloody with your maidenhead. You are mine forever, now. When I spill my seed in you, this marriage will be consummated. Show me your worth. Wrap your legs around my wrinkly ass. Look up into my eyes and beg me for more."

Bryn looked up at him. As a girl, she always found him hideous. But that didn't matter anymore. His greasy, stringy hair, his missing teeth, the mat of gray wool on his chest: those were all signs of his power, his lordliness. As she looked up at him, she again felt how lucky she was to be the pussy that he fucked right now. She lifted her legs and wrapped them around him. Though, with every stroke in and out of her, he made her cunt burn with pain, she forced herself to sit up. She reached her hand up to his face and touched it.

"Fuck me, my love. My pussy burns for you. My cunt is yours. Hurt me, rip me, destroy my maidenhood. I am your wife. I am your lady."

He watched with wonder as she put her arms around his neck, tears still dripping down her face.

"I love you," she whispered. "Please fuck me. I yearn to feel your cum in my womb. Please, lord husband, I do want more. Take me. Take me hard. For I am your little wife."

The lord was speechless for a moment. None of the other ungrateful cunts had been anything like the girl he had his cock buried in at that moment. They'd screamed, and begged, and pleaded, or just laid there motionless and silently sobbing. But this one, this Bryn, she was begging him to fuck her, to hurt her, to cum inside her.

"Yesssss," he gasped. "YESSSSS! I'm going to cum inside you, my dear, stupid wife! I'm going to pump you full of my seed so that you breed a litter of whelps!"

"Oh fuck me, yessss! Yes my lord husband! I want that! I want triplets my first time! I want to give you brave, strong sons and...and...beautiful daughters! Childbirth will never compare to the pain of your big, strong cock ripping my tight little cunt open! I'm sure of it!"

Her words gave him an invigoration and strength that he hadn't felt in ages, and with a grunt he lifted her up, still impaled on his cock, and carried her to the wall. Pushing her up against it with her legs over his arms, he began to pound her as he pressed his mouth to hers. He savored the sweet taste of her mouth and she savored the foul taste of his.

They were perfect for each other. The beauty and the beast. The young and the old. The innocent and the wicked. He groaned as he pounded her cunt, savoring the tightness and the pain on her innocent face.

"Oh wife, I'm almost there....I'm....I'm going to......I'M CUMMINGGGGG!" he roared as he let gravity impale her on his cock, pumping his hot, potent seed deep into her ravaged cunt.

The pain was having an affect on her. And when he called her stupid it did something inside of her heart. The hurt, the humiliation, it felt...delicious.

"Yes, cum in my stupid cunt, my husband!" she cried. "I love being your little, bleeding bride!"

He thrust up into her but a few more times, grunting with each forceful push that lifted her slight frame and slid her back up the wall. His mouth found hers again, and when it did, coupled with the fact that she felt so perfectly taken by him, she felt a sweet desire radiate from her loins.

"Mmmmm, my sweet new pet has found her own ecstasy," he said with a chuckle.

"Ecstasy," she moaned, savoring the word. It was the first time she'd ever heard it. It sounded religious, holy. She realized that she had closed her eyes when the fire exploded inside of her. She opened them now to look upon her husband.

"Yes, my lord. I found my...ec-sta-syyyyyyy," she crooned. "Did you find your ecstasy, my love?"

"Stupid girl," he laughed. "Did you not feel my cock throbbing inside of you, shooting my seed into you? That was my ecstasy."

She loved it when he called her stupid. It made her feel so small compared to him, and that made her feel so...loved, protected, nurtured. He was like a father, teaching her, and she loved him for it all the more.

"I found my ecstasy when you found yours, husband," she purred.

"That's as it should be, poppet," he said, carrying her over to the bed. "Mine comes first. Always remember that. You don't deserve yours until I get mine."

As he laid her down, she heard the jingle of chains and looked to see him putting shackles on her feet that bound her to the bed.

"I won't run from you, my lord husband," she said dreamily. "I love you. I will never leave you."

"I don't doubt your love and faithfulness," he said, shackling her arms as well. He pulled the chains tight, spreading her out over the bed. "I do this because I want you to lie perfectly still while my seed takes root in your soil. Also, it's a tradition. My other wives will come anon to take you to the chamber where you will all sleep together. They will beat you first, right here on the bed where you gave me your virgin pussy. They'll all be jealous of your beauty and youth. They will do horrible things to you, but they will never harm the child growing inside of you."

"What sort of horrible things?" she asked, rousing from her drowsiness.

"Shhhhh," he said, stroking her cheek. "Don't worry about that, pet. Just know that whatever they do to you, it is my will that you suffer it. They will teach you your place. Never forget that you're a stupid girl and that you deserve whatever pain comes to you."

"Yes, my husband," she purred, relaxing back into the heather mattress. "Thank you, my husband."

Bryn heard the door creak shut. Although she felt alone, she had his cum dripping from her hole to remind her of the happiness he'd given her. She was his. That was all that mattered.