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Chapter 22  Justice For a Lady   (MF, anal)


"You know, that hurt."

"I know, Vivian." I began to untie her. "I'll make it up to you, though."

She rolled over and smiled. "By the goddess, you better!" Then she grabbed me by the ears and pulled me down for a hungry kiss. "Goddess, it's been too long, Alex!"

I kissed her in return. "Indeed. Now, would you explain why you needed me to rape you?"

She drew me down next to her, and snuggled against me. "I told you about Fenris, yes?" 

"Yes, you said you hoped to be his wife soon."

"Well there is a new priest in the temple. He has been preaching that if a man takes a woman's maidenhead, it will weaken him. He will be weak in battle, he will fail in his hunts, and his crops will fail. Unfortunately, Fenris has become a true believer."

She looked at me. "I always said I wanted my husband to take my maidenhead. Now, my husband refuses to do so. I even asked the priest, 'What should I do, find a foolish unbeliever to take my virginity?' Do you know what he responded? If I did, I was a whore, and should be stoned."

"Apparently, the only way a man could be with a woman was if the woman was a widow, and her dead husband had taken her, or if she'd been raped."

"Goddess, I was so desperate, I tried to convince Fenris to rape me. He absolutely refused. He said the gods would know it was a lie."

"Then word came that you were coming here during the audit. And I knew you would do what I asked. I knew you'd be unhappy about it, but you'd do it if I pleaded with you. So I wrote you those letters, begging you to visit me." 

I nodded. She was right; I would do almost anything for her. 

Vivian was a barbarian from the far north. I'd mentioned she was very tall, and apparently strong. She was also beautiful; with white hair she kept very short and marvelous gray eyes. She was the village smith here, and the only lover I'd had in a century that didn't know what I was. Yes, we were lovers. Though she had retained her hymen, she had found pleasure taking me in her bottom, and with each other's mouths. 

"So, what now?"

"Tomorrow, when Fenris comes in the afternoon, he'll find me bound to the bed, with dried blood on my thighs and on my sheets, clear evidence I was taken against my will." 

"And if he believes this to be a set-up? That you arranged it?"

"I'll convince him. If he loves me, he'll believe me. But for tonight, I want you to make up for hurting me. And I'll make up to you for using you."

She pushed me back on the bed and took me in her hand. Her palm was rough as she stroked me gently, but her lips were soft when she closed them around my shaft. I lay back and savored the experience. Vivian was a master at giving pleasure with her mouth. Her lips held me gently as her tongue caressed my shaft, and it wasn't long before I was very hard.

I withdrew from her mouth, and was about to kiss her violated sex when she stopped me. "No, better not. If I know you, you'd clean up all the evidence and I'd love every moment of it. But you can kiss me here, instead." She rolled over and lifted her bottom for me.

I chuckled and kissed each of her cheeks, then slowly licked the firm globes till they were damp. I spread them apart, and began kissing the tiny puckered flesh. She sighed with pleasure at my kiss, then gave a whimper as I pressed the tip of my tongue into her. 

"Oh goddess, that feels good! Do it again!"

Using my tongue, I fucked her bottom for several minutes until she begged for more.

She sat up and pulled the pillow I'd put under her belly earlier toward her. The she lay on her back with the pillow holding her hips up and spread her legs apart. I knelt by her face and let her soak my cock with her saliva, then moved down between her legs.

I sat on my heels and she straddled my thighs. I leaned back a little as she reached down and took hold of my erection, and guided it to its destination. When it was properly placed, the tip barely entering her, she slid down and buried my cock into her ass with a moan of delight. 

I grasped her hips and began to gently move her up and down on my staff. Her whimpers of pleasure were muted momentarily while we kissed, then again filled my ears as she arched her back. I held her by the waist as she took control, riding the shaft buried within her. 

It wasn't long before I knew my climax was near. "Vivian, I'm close. Please, come with me!"

Her response was to bounce faster upon my lap, then slam down on my cock with a wail and convulsive shudders as her ass clenched around me, dragging me over the edge to fill her with the fruit of my loins.

When we'd recovered, I lay her back on the bed and kissed her tenderly. 

"Goddess, you make me feel marvelous, Alex. Thank you for everything!"

"Anytime you need me, Vivian, simply summon me."

She smiled and rolled over. "For now, I need you to tie me down again."

I tied her arms first, then patted her on the bottom until she was lying again with the bloodstained bedclothes under her groin. As I tied her legs, I noticed our lovemaking had washed the blood from the inside of her thighs and her vagina. Using my knife, I cut my fingertip and smeared my blood realistically against her, again leaving her looking abused.

Then I kissed her forehead before taking my leave.

As I made my way back to the Elder's home, I prayed that Vivian wouldn't be disappointed by Fenris, and decided it might be wise to keep watch on this priest.


The next two villages were much like the first ones, with former Blossoms and Warriors renewing the Covenant with a kiss. But I was also hearing confirmation of disturbing reports I'd received at Caradine. 

As Duke, it was my duty to see that the laws of our King were enforced and justice was offered to the populous. To do this, in each district within the duchy I appointed a local Magistrate. What I was learning was that this local magistrate had passed away recently, and his replacement was not well accepted. But what concerned me was the fact that I hadn't been informed of the old magistrate's passing. And I had definitely not appointed a replacement.

With this in mind, I'd packed an un-adorned set of armor, suitable for a sell-sword, and timed our trek to coordinate our arrival in the area with the weekly Court session. With two companions in similarly unmarked armor, we made our way to the village common. The rest of my force I distributed through the surrounding woods, to prevent the escape of any I might wish to interview, and to be ready to quell any disturbance that might erupt.

We stood toward the back of the crowd with our visors down, watching the session. I was becoming more and more upset as I watched the Magistrate abuse his position with unfair fines, seizures and imprisonments. But the final case stopped me cold.

"Your Honor, we beseech you. This is the third time we have brought charges against Alonzo Nedrick before you for raping my daughter Jeanelle." I heard the old man plead in front of the Magistrate. Beside him stood a young woman that would have been very pretty. But now her face was haunted and gaunt, and her manner was that of a pet kicked too often by the master it loved.

Opposite the man and his daughter stood a young dandy, looking smug in his fine clothing and obvious wealth.

"I have interviewed Alonzo again on this matter. And the evidence again proves to me that your daughter willingly and freely accepted his advances, then chose to bear false witness against him. I am therefore ordering that the Constable arrest Jeanelle tomorrow morning to begin a sentence of ninety days in the stocks." As the Magistrate declared this sentence, I was watching the girl, and saw a look of sadness and resignation cross her face. I knew when the Constable arrived in the morning to take her to the stock, he'd find a black wreath upon the door. I was not going to allow that.

"Your honor!" I called out from the back of the crowd.

The magistrate looked up and studied me. "What say you, stranger? This session is concluded. New business will be attended to next week."

"Your honor, I have a question, please, m'Lord!"

"Be quick, then. It is near time for the afternoon meal."

"Your Honor, I ask: How did you come to this office?"

"What do you mean, rogue? I was appointed by His Grace!"

I nodded to the knight beside me, and she took a pennant and staff from her pack. As the three of us made our way through the crowd, she attached the pennant, but kept its contents concealed.
 
When we stood at the front of the crowd, she unfurled it and I raised my visor. The crowd around us gasped and the magistrate paled.

"No, I did not appoint you Magistrate. I appointed Johan Desiur Magistrate of this district. Why did I never receive word of his death? I'd like an explanation."

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alonzo Nedrick backing through the crowd. "Master Nedrick, you have not been dismissed. I would speak with you privately."

He went white and began to run. Right into the arms of one of the soldiers the display of my banner had summoned from the woods. He promptly collapsed when an armored knee caught him between the legs.

I turned and addressed the crowd. "Ladies and Gentlemen, you are dismissed. This session of court is declared null, and all matters will be addressed again on the morrow. Please have your disputes presented to the Mayor before dawn tomorrow."

To my soldiers I said; "Bring the Magistrate, young Nedrick, and Jeanelle and her father to the magistrate's home. That will be our residence for the duration of our visit."

As I'd expected, the magistrate's home was vast and richly appointed. Another indicator of corruption to my eye.

In the largest room I ordered a desk for a clerk, a seat for myself, and chairs for the witnesses and observers. Johan's former assistant and clerk was summoned to take the official record, and I sat down.

"Wake Alonzo up." One of my soldiers threw a basin of water in the man's face, and he sat up with a start. 

"This Court is in session. The matter before me is the alleged rape of one Jeanelle..." I looked at the girl. "What is your surname, girl?"

She looked up at me nervously. "Gerwal, Your Grace. Jeanelle Melissa Gerwal."

I nodded. "The matter before us is the alleged rape of Jeanelle Melissa Gerwal by Alonzo Nedrick. Am I to understand that this is the third time this matter has been brought before the Magistrate's Court?"

"Your Grace, this is the third time I have reported Alonzo Nedrick for raping me. He has raped me on seven different occasions."

"She lies, Your Grace! We have had sexual congress seven times. Each time she has been an eager participant."

I listened to each one's story, and asked for additional witnesses. Gradually, I became convinced of the events that had occurred. Using the wealth and influence of his family and the Magistrate's willing ignorance, Alonzo had acquired a potion from a backwoods chemist.

Using this potion, he'd drugged Jeanelle and coerced her into having intercourse with him. The first two times when the girl awoke, she'd gone to the authorities and cried rape. The first two times, the magistrate had refused to hear her statements. Four more times Alonzo had taken the girl using the drug. The last time, he hadn't had enough of the potion to coerce the girl, and had used force to take what he desired. 

Jeanelle and one of my Blossoms, Trista, had gone to one of the bedrooms, where Jeanelle had shown the marks of Alonzo's attack. Trista then described them to me.

"Here is my ruling. Alonzo Nedrick. You are found guilty of multiple sexual assaults against Jeanelle Gerwal. You and your family hereby forfeit all your lands, wealth and chattels to Jeanelle and her family in perpetuity. Furthermore, I sentence you to die in a manner appropriate to your crimes. Sentence will be executed on the morning of the day after tomorrow."

"Trista, you will take a score of soldiers to Master Nedrick's home. You will evict his family and any loyal retainers. You will allow them to retain only the clothing they wear, and they will be searched for wealth before they are evicted. Other squads will attend to outlying properties of the Nedrick family."

"Ferguson, you will escort Master Nedrick and Magistrate Welkington to the village gaol. They are to be kept under guard and protected from the populous until I direct otherwise."

"Now, send for the mayor and his Council, then get some rest. Tomorrow will be a very long day, I suspect."

