BAKER'S BOY

By Trisha Monks [vixens@warrior-women.com]

(MF FF n-c oral anal rough magic)

"I don't like the look of this," said Noola, wincing at 
the pain in her wrists.

"Me neither," said Pennifer, shaking her head 
mournfully. "I've never felt so afraid."

The two women stood against the grey outer wall of the 
castle, their hands bound tightly behind their backs. On 
the grass a few feet away lay five dead bodies, all of 
them male, all of them stricken by many bloody wounds. 
Around the corpses a tall man in a chainmail coat paced 
slowly, stooping now and again to peer closely at the 
slain, pausing occasionally to scribble on a notepad. 
Eventually he walked over to the two female prisoners 
and stood glowering at them, his fingers tapping the 
hilt of his sword.

"Your comrades got what they deserved," he said. "May 
their souls rot in Hell!"

Noola and Pennifer returned his stare impassively, each 
woman determined to hide her fear under a mask of grim 
defiance. The man frowned, his dark eyes narrowing as a 
cruel smile curled across his mouth.

"You rebel bitches should be burned alive," he hissed. 
"But unfortunately I am bound by the laws of the 
kingdom, and so must treat you as war-captives. Even 
those who revolt against the king must be accorded this 
right, it seems. If the laws were less puny your 
treachery would be rewarded by a slow and painful death, 
and I would gladly administer it. But I am compelled to 
spare your miserable lives, at least for a little 
while."

He grinned at the women, relishing the image of their 
bodies writhing in flames, their clothes burning away 
and their long blonde hair crackling in the fire. The 
urge to abandon the law and deliver instead his own 
swift justice was so strong that he could barely 
restrain himself. Both women wore typical peasant garb 
of long dresses woven from coarse brown wool, the 
material draping their shapely curves so closely that he 
began to feel aroused. Looking upward he saw a dozen 
soldiers peering down from the castle wall, their tunics 
flashing bright scarlet in the afternoon sunshine. He 
wondered if the soldiers might protest to their officers 
if they saw him stripping and raping the two women. As 
an ambitious young lieutenant, with aspirations to high 
rank, it was a risk he could not afford to take. 
Clicking his tongue in disappointment he gave a wistful 
sigh and raised his right arm. At once, a trio of mail-
clad youths appeared at his side, scurrying from their 
lurking-place in the shadow of the castle's looming 
gateway.

"Take the prisoners to the Jailtower," he ordered. "Give 
this note to the provost and tell him that the bitches 
are to be sent to the copper mines."

"Yes, sir!" the three young soldiers replied in unison, 
and together they manhandled the captives towards the 
gate.  

The lieutenant stared after them, smirking at the 
anxiety in Pennifer's eyes as she turned briefly to look 
back at him. Then her expression changed, and she spat 
viciously, the defiant gesture earning her a brutal jab 
in the belly from a spear-butt. The lieutenant laughed, 
waving a mock farewell as the women disappeared from 
view.

**********

The castle's southeastern turret was a sturdy stone-
built keep with two storeys and a deep basement. Since 
the beginning of the revolt it had been used by the 
garrison as a temporary prison for captured rebels, most 
of whom were eventually conveyed by wagon to the nearby 
copper mines, where they toiled until the king deemed 
their treason suitably purged.

The turret was known locally as the Jailtower, the name 
soon becoming a byword for misery among the people of 
the district. Rumours in the surrounding villages spoke 
of foul deeds being committed in the dark basement at 
the tower's root, and of captives suffering terrible 
tortures at the hands of their guards. The latter were 
commanded by a provost who administered the prison from 
his table in an airy chamber of the tower's upper tier. 
Into this chamber were brought Noola and Pennifer, their 
hands still bound behind them and their eyes blazing 
with rage. Their escorts gave a piece of paper to the 
provost before departing with a bow and a salute.

The two women stood before the table and looked down at 
the provost. He was a few years younger than they, 
perhaps no older than nineteen, but his balding scalp 
made him appear older. Wisps of dark hair trailed 
sparsely across his skull and his body was 
correspondingly thin, its scrawny frame almost skeletal 
beneath his red tunic and white trousers. He peered at 
the lieutenant's note and failed to notice Noola nudging 
Pennifer's elbow, the two women exchanging a swift nod.

Eventually the provost sat back in his chair and gazed 
up at the prisoners, his small eyes shrinking as he 
squinted intently at their faces.

"I know you," he ventured, nodding slowly. "I remember 
you both from the old bakery in Mossbridge. You are 
Penny and Noola, the girls who mixed the dough. My name 
is Jeb Tabb, as you may recall."

Noola smiled grimly. "We remember you well, Tabbo," she 
replied. "Do you still deliver loaves in that little 
wooden cart?"

The provost's narrow face darkened at the reminder, and 
his pale hands clenched into bony fists.

"My days as a baker's boy are over," he retorted. "As 
you see, my present work is of greater importance, and 
here in the Jailtower I command respect. It may benefit 
you to heed my words before you fall back into your old 
manner of speech."

Pennifer gave a disdainful snort. "Ah! So you remember 
the names we used to call you at the bakery?  And every 
name well-deserved, I might add, for you were a nuisance 
to every woman who worked there."

"Tabbo the Grope," said Noola. "That was one very apt 
nickname, was it not?  Another well-earned name was 
Skirtlifter Jeb. Do you remember what happened when you 
tried to peek up my dress?"

Tabb nodded, but his cheeks blushed faintly. "I remember 
it well. You and your friends threw me into a barrel of 
dough. A fine way to treat an innocent young lad who was 
merely showing his affection for you."

"Affection?" Noola exclaimed. "The groping hands and 
peeking eyes of a rogue are not a sign of innocence, 
Baker's Boy. You tried your sordid tricks on all of us, 
without pausing to think of the distress you might be 
causing. So do not think that either Penny or I will now 
offer you our respect, despite your new-found power. We 
have not forgotten your past misdeeds."

Tabb shrugged and switched his gaze to Pennifer, who was 
nervously biting her lower lip. "I gave you flowers," he 
said, his voice almost tender. "But you threw them in my 
face and hurled insults at me. Your rejection hurt me 
deeply, Penny, and that is something I will always 
remember."

"I was happily married," Pennifer objected. "Did you 
expect me to abandon my fine husband for a slimy 
serpent?"

"Your husband is dead, I believe," said the provost. 
"Killed last month, when the rebels were smoked out of 
the forest. I recognized him when his head was stuck on 
the castle wall, but I did not know that his wife also 
wielded a sword on behalf of the same forsaken cause. 
And now here you are, my pretty Penny from the bakery, 
standing before me with your hands tied, awaiting your 
fate." He smiled, before turning back to Noola. "And you 
also are here at my mercy, with your spiteful tongue 
that lashed me with insults when I was a poor lad of 
sixteen. I always admired your beauty, Noola, but I 
hated you for mocking me. I used to dream about taking a 
tasty revenge upon you, and now the gods have dropped 
you into my lap."

"You cannot slay us," Noola protested. "All you can do 
is beat us, torture us, and send us to the mines. But 
our lives are protected by the king's own laws, though 
we curse his rule and pray for his death."

The provost grinned mischievously, his eyes glinting. 
"Torture you?  Yes, I might choose to do that, and 
certainly it would give me great pleasure. But I have a 
far better idea."

"Better for whom?" Pennifer inquired.

"For me, of course," answered Tabb. "And for you as 
well, if you both cooperate."

Pennifer rolled her eyes in despair. "Let me guess. We 
allow you to fuck us, and in return you spare us from 
torture? Is that your idea, Skirtlifter?"

Tabb chuckled quietly at the question before giving his 
reply. "Partly correct, my sweet Penny. But I had in 
mind something more satisfying than a hasty fuck, 
delightful though it would be. I was thinking of a 
variety of entertainments."

"And what benefit would we gain from that?" Noola 
demanded.

"Your freedom," the provost replied, grinning at the 
incredulity in their faces.

"But you have no power to pardon us," said Noola. "Only 
the king himself can save us from the copper mines."

"No pardon will be given," Tabb explained. "You will 
always be damned as traitors, but the man who drives the 
slave-wagon on its journey to and from the mines is a 
friend of mine. When it suits his purposes, or my own, 
his left eye is blind and he fails to see a nimble 
prisoner leaping to liberty."

Noola took a deep breath and straightened her spine. 
"What would you wish us to do?" she inquired, glaring at 
the young provost with considerable distaste.

Tabb stared up at her, his mind silently complimenting 
her beauty in spite of her unwashed face and tangled 
honey-blonde hair. 

"You must make love with me," he answered, licking his 
lips as he spoke the words. "Both of you, and willingly, 
and without a whisper of protest. Also, you must 
entertain me, by obeying every command that I give, 
regardless of how much it might disgust you to perform 
it."

"And if we do not cooperate?" asked Pennifer.

"Then tomorrow you will arrive at the mines," came the 
reply. "And there you will toil in squalor for as many 
years as the king himself decrees. But the miners are 
slaves, and their lives are worthless, so do not expect 
to survive long enough to receive the royal pardon."

"But at least we would be spared the ordeal of sharing 
your bed," Noola observed.

"Not so," said the provost. "For if you scorn my offer I 
shall place you in the lowest dungeon of the Jailtower. 
There in the stench and shadow I will take you both by 
force, as also will my guards and any other soldier who 
drops a silver shilling into my purse this evening. And 
later, perhaps, I might test your capacity for pain, in 
some dark chamber where your screams will be muffled by 
the night."  

Noola raised her eyebrows and sighed. "A tricky choice 
indeed."

"Don't mock me, bitch!" Tabb snarled, banging his fists 
on the table. "This is the Jailtower, not the bakery, 
and only I can save you from the abyss that opens at 
your feet. Make your choice swiftly!"

The two women looked at each other and nodded, before 
staring down at the provost.

"Well, Tabbo," said Noola. "It would seem that we must 
let you peek up our skirts after all. When do you wish 
to begin the show?"

Tabb gave a smug smile and threw the lieutenant's note 
into a corner. "In one hour. But first I must attend to 
one of your rebel comrades, a loudmouthed rogue whom I 
feel obliged to beat every day. Tomorrow he goes to the 
mines, thankfully, and I'll be glad to be rid of him. In 
the meantime, my dough-rolling sluts, I shall place you 
for safekeeping in my private quarters on the tier below 
us."

He rang a small silver bell and at once two red-clad 
soldiers entered the chamber. 

"Convey these women to my abode," he commanded. "Lock 
them in the washroom, but do not untie their hands."

"What if I need to use the latrine?" Pennifer asked as 
she was roughly hustled away.

Tabb shrugged and gave a sly grin. "Ask your friend for 
assistance," he replied.

**********

Almost two hours passed before Tabb reappeared. By then, 
Noola and Pennifer were sitting against the wall on the 
pine-planked floor of his private washroom. The dim 
light of early evening filtered through a narrow window 
slit, its glow falling on the weary faces of the women. 
They were hungry, thirsty and dirty, but their bound 
hands would not permit them to use the urns of water for 
drinking or washing. With Noola's help Pennifer had 
managed to urinate through the stone chute that served 
as a makeshift latrine. It emptied into a brook that 
swirled past the base of the tower two hundred feet 
below.

Tabb unlocked the washroom door and beckoned the 
captives to come out. They stood before him on a large 
square rug in the centre of the main room of his 
quarters, while he sat on a green velvet sofa and eyed 
them over the rim of a wine glass.

"Take off your clothes," he commanded quietly, smiling 
when the women obeyed without hesitation.

During his time at the bakery he had fantasized 
constantly about the six women who worked there, 
spending many hours daydreaming about them, imagining 
them standing naked before him. But foremost among the 
targets of his lustful thoughts were Noola and Pennifer, 
a pair of delicious blondes who flirted shamelessly with 
every man that passed through the door. Every man, that 
is, except the skinny boy who collected the freshly 
baked bread in his handcart, and whose hands often 
roamed where they were neither invited nor wanted. In 
those days, young Jeb Tabb never thought that he would 
one day be able to watch Noola and Pennifer stripping 
slowly for his delectation. As he sipped the red wine he 
congratulated himself on finally achieving the greatest 
ambition of his adolescent years.

The women looked even better unclothed than he had 
imagined. They were now in their middle twenties, their 
bodies displaying the full ripeness of womanhood. Both 
were slim and shapely, but Noola bore the larger bosom 
and her hips were more curvaceous. Both were also an 
inch or two taller than Tabb, who was short as well as 
skinny, and their skin was tanned to a smooth olive 
brown. He guessed rightly that they spent most summer 
days sunbathing naked in the meadows, each no doubt with 
some fortunate fellow to rub soothing oil on her 
shoulders. He himself hated the sun and avoided it 
whenever possible, for it burned his pallid flesh and 
made his eyes sore.

"One shaved, the other bristled," he observed gleefully, 
his gaze flitting from the blonde triangle between 
Noola's thighs to Pennifer's smooth hairless crotch. The 
women gave no response, but their eyes followed the 
movement of his trembling fingers as he unfastened his 
trousers.

"Go to the washroom," he ordered, pointing to Noola. 
"Fetch the bathtub and the water urns."

With a frown Noola turned and obeyed his command, 
disappearing briefly into the washroom. Tabb feasted his 
gaze on the rear of her body, savouring the vision of 
her firm rounded buttocks swaying gently as she paced 
across the floor. When Noola reappeared, dragging a 
large wooden bathtub, she saw that Pennifer was already 
kneeling between the provost's bony legs, her tousled 
blonde mane being caressed by his white hands.

Noola next fetched three heavy urns, each brimming with 
cold water, from which she filled the tub. The splash of 
the water mingled with a slurping noise emanating from 
the sofa, where Tabb sat with his eyes half-closed and a 
merry smile on his lips. With his trousers pulled down 
to his ankles and his red tunic unbuttoned he seemed to 
Noola like a dishevelled drunken vagabond, an almost 
comical figure. She felt an enormous desire to break one 
of the empty urns over his head, but her yearning for 
freedom restrained her hand. Cursing under her breath, 
she tried to block from her ears the sound of Pennifer's 
mouth pleasuring Tabb's cock, knowing with certainty 
that she herself would soon be summoned to perform that 
onerous task.

"Wash your body," rasped Tabb, his voice hoarse as he 
stared at Noola. "Every inch of your skin, and every 
orifice too."

"The water is very cold," Noola protested.

"Get in!" hissed the provost, grinning as he watched her 
step tentatively into the bathtub.

Noola stood shivering in the tub for a brief moment, 
before dropping slowly to her knees. Her gasps as the 
water rose to her waist seemed to amuse and arouse her 
captor, for he gave a strange shuddering giggle. 
Pennifer's blonde head bobbed vigorously in his lap and 
he buried his fingers in her hair, stroking her small 
ears and scratching the nape of her neck.

While Noola knelt in the tub, splashing water on her 
body and rubbing her skin briskly, Tabb leered at her 
with ever-widening eyes, his pale cheeks reddening 
faintly. When she washed her impressive bosom he gritted 
his teeth and made a snarling noise, feeling the onset 
of his climax and trying vainly to hold it at bay.

"Hellfire!" he gasped, arching his spine against the 
sofa as his legs turned rigid. With a deep sigh he 
ejaculated into Pennifer's mouth, his hands keeping her 
head in place so that she was forced to swallow every 
spurt of semen. Sweat trickled down his face and onto 
his smiling lips as he relished the plaintive moans of 
protest issuing from his lap.

Noola turned her face away in disgust and stepped out of 
the tub, looking in vain for a towel. Tabb pushed 
Pennifer away and indicated to the women that they 
should swap places, Noola shaking her head in dismay as 
she walked over to the sofa. She wondered if her 
loathing for the Baker's Boy would induce a fit of 
nausea at the first taste of his thin pale cock. It lay 
now like a slimy white worm on his skinny left thigh, 
its flaccid shaft still twitching feebly.

But Tabb first wanted to toy with her. He knew that her 
deep hatred of him would render her especially 
vulnerable to humiliation and he longed to make her 
suffer for the verbal torment that she had inflicted 
upon him at the bakery. As she stood naked before him, 
her blue eyes raging as she looked down, his excitement 
at her distress almost choked him.

He began by pulling her closer and running his hands 
over her thighs, hips and hindquarters. The firmness of 
her suntanned flesh delighted him and brought a flicker 
of renewed arousal to his limp manhood.

"Your ass is amazing," he observed. "Like a ripe plum!"

"Stop it, Tabbo," she whispered, gritting her teeth as 
his finger probed between her buttocks.

He answered her protest with a lewd grin, pushing his 
finger deep within the cleft of her ass-cheeks until she 
squirmed in discomfort. His manhood had now regained 
much of its stiffness and rose at an angle from his lap, 
the purple head already thrusting free of its fleshy 
cowl.

A splash from the bathtub reminded him that Pennifer was 
washing herself, so he paused awhile to gaze at her, 
licking his lips when she knelt upright to gently bathe 
her shaven crotch. The lust he had known at sixteen 
remained undiminished and the prospect of plunging his 
cock inside her body made his head spin dizzily.

Pulling Noola closer he pressed his face below her flat 
belly and planted a moist kiss on her pubic hair, the 
golden bristles tickling the tip of his nose as he 
nuzzled them. He heard the click of her tongue and 
sensed the helpless fury that boiled in her veins, a 
fury that grew hotter when his own tongue slavered 
around her slit. The hasty cold bath had left her 
intimate flesh barely half-washed, the flavour of her 
meat tasting bitter as he licked inside the pink hole.

"A most womanly flavour!" he said, withdrawing his mouth 
and wiping his sleeve across it. "Sour and pungent, but 
so womanly!" 

"You wretched scum!" Noola retorted, feeling an almost 
irrepressible urge to strike him with her fists.

Tabb chortled merrily and beckoned Pennifer out of the 
bathtub. Shivering, she walked over to stand beside 
Noola, droplets of water still trickling down her 
slender body.

"Kiss your friend," said Tabb. "Kiss Penny on her rosy 
lips."

"Not for you, Skirtlifter!" Noola snarled. "Keep your 
depraved fantasies for your whores."

"The copper mines await you if you refuse," he 
countered, knowing that her resistance was little more 
than a gesture of defiance. "So do as I say, and kiss 
your pretty comrade."

Watching two beautiful naked blondes kissing in a 
nervous embrace brought a dryness to Tabb's throat and a 
dull ache to the base of his erection. He gazed up at 
the women and began masturbating, his tongue lolling out 
of his thin mouth.

"Touch each other," he commanded, his mind intoxicated 
by power. "That's right, Penny! Squeeze the bitch! 
Squeeze those big juicy breasts and that cute round 
ass!"

In truth, neither Noola nor Pennifer found the ordeal 
too distressing. Neither woman harboured amorous desires 
for the other, but their close friendship made the 
experience less awkward and minimized the feeling of 
degradation. Noola even began to hope that the Baker's 
Boy might expend his energies in masturbation and so 
spare them the torment of being fucked by him. But the 
hope faded when he ordered them to kneel on the rug in 
front of the sofa. They obeyed with trepidation, eyeing 
him uneasily as he slipped onto the floor to join them.

There on the red rug he kicked off his trousers, removed 
his tunic and lay naked on his back. His pale scrawny 
body repelled both women, the vision of its nudity as 
repugnant as they had imagined years before when they 
had joked about his physique. His stiff manhood rose at 
an angle from his loins, its swollen tip gleaming with a 
purple sheen. 

"You first, Penny," he ordered. "Sit astride my hips."

Pennifer clicked her tongue, cursing under her breath as 
she crawled on top of him. His slavering grin repelled 
her as she gazed down at his pale face and she felt a 
strong urge to strike him with her fists. A groan 
murmured in her throat when his sticky hands clasped her 
buttocks to manoeuvre her body into position, her 
grimace making him chuckle. He laughed at her soft gasp 
as he wormed his erection into her shaven cunt, a part 
of his mind imagining that the gasp denoted pleasure 
rather than disgust.

"Gorgeous ass!" he hissed, his bony hips up thrusting up 
and down while his hands roamed feverishly over her 
buttocks. "Too gorgeous for one pair of hands!"

Pennifer made no reply, keeping her head bowed to avoid 
his wild stare. Her blonde hair brushed his chest and 
shoulders with each thrust, the soft tresses tickling 
his skin and unwittingly increasing his pleasure.

"Hoy! Noola!" he called gruffly. "Bring your finger over 
here, you lazy slut!"

"My finger?" came the bemused response.

Tabb gave a disgruntled sigh and banged his fists on the 
floor. "Yes, your finger! Lick your right forefinger and 
stick it in your friend's juicy little ass!"

"I'll do no such thing!" Noola replied.

"Just do as he says," Pennifer whispered through her 
discomfort. "Just do it, or we'll both be chained in the 
mines."

"But I don't want to hurt you," Noola objected.

Pennifer said no more, the silence being enough to 
persuade Noola to come close behind her and kneel 
between the provost's outspread feet.

Tabb grinned when he heard a slurping noise as Noola 
licked her finger. He chortled with glee when Pennifer 
suddenly threw back her head to give a low gargling 
moan, her face a mask of horror and humiliation.

"A virgin asshole!" he cackled triumphantly. "Has nobody 
probed you there before?"

"Nobody," Pennifer whispered faintly, her breath coming 
in short gasps as her rear passage struggled to 
accommodate Noola's burrowing finger. Despite Noola's 
best efforts to be as gentle as possible, Pennifer's 
discomfort became magnified sevenfold by Tabb's vigorous 
thrusting inside her cunt, the movement gyrating her 
abdomen until her friend's finger felt like a rod of 
fire in her flesh.

The torment seemed to last an eternity, ceasing only 
when the provost reached his climax. With a yell he 
ejaculated inside Pennifer's body, thrusting at every 
spurt until his manhood grew flaccid, the slimy 
shrinking shaft flopping out of her cunt. At that 
moment, Pennifer crawled off his body and slunk aside, 
trying desperately to restrain the tears that welled 
behind her eyes.

"Scum," she whispered, stifling a sob.

But the provost did not hear the insult, being too busy 
with dragging Noola's head down to his crotch, his right 
hand coiled tightly in her blonde mane.

"Suck my cock!" he commanded. "Bring it back to life 
with your mouth, you treacherous slut. And when it's 
hard again I'll ream your sweaty asshole."

"Gods!" hissed Noola, retching at the odour of mingled 
male and female fluids. Her nostrils flared when her 
lips closed around the tip of his cockstem, her tongue 
slicking along the shaft as she sucked the soft flesh 
into her mouth.

"An expert!" said Tabb, mocking her with a compliment. 
"Your husband is indeed a fortunate fellow."

Only her loyalty to Pennifer and a burning desire to 
escape from captivity prevented Noola from biting hard 
on the swiftly-stiffening cock. Deep in her heart she 
vowed revenge on the loathsome Baker's Boy, but for the 
moment she had no choice but to accede to his demands. 
She reckoned that if she brought him to a rapid climax 
he might then be expended and satisfied, and would leave 
her and Pennifer in peace. But to her dismay her hope 
deceived her, for Tabb still had one more act of 
degradation for the women to perform.

Pushing Noola's face away from his renewed erection, he 
again grabbed her hair, forcing her to crouch forward on 
her elbows until she knelt with her spine arched and her 
buttocks held high. She knew at once that he intended to 
sodomize her, even before he reached for a small jar of 
scented oil.

"Come here, Penny," he called. "Lie on your back with 
your knees raised up. That's right! Now, shuffle along 
the floor so that your cunt is within range of Noola's 
mouth. Don't look so puzzled! That's it! Now try to 
relax, and enjoy the experience."

"You demon!" Noola hissed.

"Be quiet, bitch!" came the snarled reply. "And stop 
clenching your ass!"

Noola cursed through gritted teeth, trying to close her 
mind against the sensation of Tabb's fingers lubricating 
her rear passage. The tip of her nose brushed the 
hairless skin of her friend's mound, the touch bringing 
an anxious whimper from Pennifer.

"Lick her cunt," said Tabb.

"I don't want to," Noola replied. "Nor does Penny want 
to be licked by a woman. Why do you seek to humiliate 
us?"

Tabb gave no response, other than to ease his stiff cock 
between Noola's buttocks and into her asshole, the slow 
penetration making her groan and gasp. Her face 
contorted in a grimace of pain as he began a rthythmic 
thrusting, but a hard slap on her left buttock reminded 
her that she had not yet obeyed his command.

Noola put out her tongue and licked the smooth pink lips 
of Pennifer's slit, tasting a sour cocktail of cunt-
juice and semen. Pennifer's body tensed, remaining rigid 
throughout the ordeal, her distress greatly amusing the 
provost and heightening his arousal. Noola felt his 
shaft turn iron-hard as it slid back and forth inside 
her ass. She counted the strokes until the forty-ninth, 
at which point Tabb ejaculated deep within her flesh, 
his cock pulsing as it squirted jets of hot fluid around 
her innards.

"Beastly swine!" she whispered, feeling his shaft 
softening as he slowly withdrew it from her body.  

"Why treat us so cruelly?" Pennifer inquired, sitting up 
and wiping tears from her face.

"Revenge," the provost explained. "Sweet revenge for the 
Baker's Boy, whom you once tormented without mercy."

Noola crawled away to kneel beside Pennifer, both women 
glaring malevolently at him as he sat chuckling on the 
rug.

"Why the sad faces?" he mocked. "Are you not delighted 
to have earned your freedom?"

"We're not free yet, Tabbo," Noola observed. "How do we 
know that your part of the bargain will be kept 
tomorrow?  Maybe you'll command the wagon-driver to 
prevent our escape?"

Tabb shrugged. "Trust me, ladies. For the sake of our 
old friendship."

The women stared at him in silence for a while, until 
Noola gave a weary sigh. "Will you allow us to sleep?  
This day has drained our souls."

The provost lifted his scrawny body onto the sofa and 
began to put on his clothes.

"Sleep now," he replied. "Sleep for a few hours, but be 
ready when I return. I have duties in the tower until 
midnight, after which I'll be eager for more lovemaking. 
So do not put on any clothes!"

"This was rape," Pennifer protested angrily. "And rape 
is not lovemaking."

"Rape?" said Tabb, raising his eyebrows as he buttoned 
his red tunic. "Did you not agree to our fuck?"

"It was your fuck, Skirtlifter," said Noola. "Not ours."

Tabb rose to his feet, still chuckling, and walked 
towards the door. There he halted, turning to blow a 
kiss to the prisoners.

"Trust me," he called back as he left the room.

"Can we trust the little swine?" Pennifer asked softly 
after the door locked behind him.  

Noola shrugged, closing her eyes and curling on the rug 
like a kitten. "Just go to sleep," she whispered.

**********
Baker's Boy. Copyright 2004 Trisha Monks.
www.warrior-women.com


  
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