Slut Of The Castle

Lord Daniel, a tall, broad shouldered man, took another chug of his flagon of ale. His smiling eyes looked over at his friend, Lord Stephen, who was enjoying the aftertaste of his own ale, as the two old chums wallowed away the hours on this Saturday evening at the local pub. Daniel’s ruddy facial cheeks filled with air as he spoke. His combed back dark hair remained in place, as his hearty laughter characterized the affect of the ale.

“Did I tell you how my Lady became the castle slut?”

Stephen’s hazel eyes filled with wonderment, as his curious guffaw implied that he would like to hear about it.

After taking another pull of ale, the prominent Scotsman began his tale.

“I was off on a hunting trip with some other local Lords. It was rather successful. All three of us bagged a deer. So I was in a particularly joyous mood when I returned to the castle stables.”

Stephen’s blond head nodded, and Daniel’s eyebrows rose.

“I was somewhat surprised that Teddy, the stable boy, wasn’t right there immediately to take my steed when I dismounted as he usually is.”

A gleam appeared in Stephen’s eyes as if he knew what was coming.

“So I walked Rufus to his stall myself and fed him some oats, which he chomped right out of my hand. When I patted his snout he bowed his head like he was saying thank you.’

“You know how to treat a horse Daniel, and I salute you,” Stephen blurted as he raised the mug to his lips.

“Thank you sir, I learned from my father.”

At that point, the pear-shaped face of Stephen yelled for the waiter. “Another round here, please!” Two more servings of ale were summarily delivered and Daniel continued in his baritone voice.

“When my steed was settled, I could hear some stirring inside the stable. It appeared to be coming from above the ground. The distinctive reports of a woman in sensual bliss disturbed the quietness, and I detected some heavy breathing as well. Remaining as quiet as possible so my presence was not immediately detected, I listened intently. I heard some whispering, but I could not make out the words. Then I clearly heard a female voice. ‘Give it to me!’ The breathing became louder and my utter curiosity peaked. At that point, I realized that I had come upon a man and woman fucking. I figured Teddy was probably the man.”

Stephen nodded his head, knowingly.  “That explains his absence.”

“But, more importantly, who was the woman?”

Stephen raised his mug to his lips, and after taking a long swig, thumped it down on the table. “I know who you are going to say.”

“Yes, but at that point, I couldn’t see them, I just heard. They were in the loft, which is hidden from below. It could’ve been one of the chamber maids.”

“True.”

“Then I heard a distinctive yelp of pleasure, followed by a boisterous bellow of satisfaction.” Stephen’s glazed look signaled his empathetic understanding.

“There was a clear moment of silence when the lovers were basking in their blissful aftermath. I kept quiet still.”

“And?”

“You should have seen the look on their faces when the pair descended the wooden steps and saw me! Moreover, they saw the disgusted look on my face, especially when I looked at my Lady’s ashen face.

‘Milord!’ My Lady blurted. Teddy just stared wide-eyed, too scared to say anything.”

“What did you say?”

“At first, I was at a loss for words. I walk in on my woman fucking the groom. I was stunned!”

Stephen’s face screwed up. “What did you do?”

“My eyes darted from one to the other. I was seething. I walked straight up to the groom, who was a half a head shorter than I was. I could see fear in his eyes. I balled up my fist and gritted my teeth.”

“And?”

“I said to him, ‘I should cut your fucking dick off!’”

“Don’t hurt him; it was my fault!” My woman countered.

My scowl made her shrink backward, as my mind raced.

By the time I looked back at Teddy he had run off.

I feel  for the groom. After all, he had not come to the castle to fuck my woman. She came to him. Being a young man of nineteen, and seeing a buxom woman of the castle come into the stable, his hormones acted naturally.”

Stephen nodded in agreement “I’d have done the same thing when I was his age. But he must learn that fucking another man’s woman could get him killed.”

Daniel let the moment pass.

“When I looked down at my lady, I had to decide between anger and lust; whether to smack her around or fuck her.”

A slight snicker appeared on Stephen’s face.

“Looking around the stable, I noted a large spool of hemp. Raising my eyes toward the rafters, a notion entered my brain. Throwing the rope up and over the high anchors, I pulled the ends down even and made a noose. Yanking my yelping lady up by the hair, I forced her wrists into the noose and tightened it. She was crying and pleading for forgiveness, but in my way of thinking, it was only because she got caught red-handed.”

Stephen’s eyes brightened, but then added. “Do you think it’s possible that your lady wanted to get caught? Surely she had to know you would return to the stable?”

Daniel’s eyes narrowed. “Perhaps these two have been fucking for some time behind my back, or it was a case of incredibly bad judgment.”

Stephen took another swig. The first is entirely possible; they might have been fucking in the castle before, but this time they used the loft. Your second statement is absolutely correct!”

To that, Daniel took a particularly long pull of his ale.

“Then I got my sword. Her pleadings were ignored, as the tip of my blade touched the hem of her rumpled dress. She probably thought I was going to stab her, but I had other ideas. Killing her was an option, but that would have been too simple. Steadily, I sliced upward, severing through the cotton material, separating the dress until it hung from her hips. Suspended by her wrists, she gasped loudly. It only took a few more slices, here and there, for my woman to be clad in just her panties.”

Stephen swallowed hard.

Daniel swallowed as well. “It was all I could to keep from taking her down and fucking her right then and there. That groom was only being a horny male. Her succulent breasts and luscious legs are too much for any man to resist.”

Crimson appeared on Stephen’s face as he atonally whispered. “I have seen your lady Sir, and I must say, she is indeed quite a pleasant sight to behold. Forgive me Daniel, but there have been times when I too have lusted for her.”

“No offense taken my friend; we share in our taste of women.”

Stephen nodded, grateful that his friend had not taken umbrage, due to his admission.

“However Stephen, I had to remember why I put her in this position. Walking over to Rufus’s stall, I took a thin riding crop out and swung it through the air, making sure I did not strike the horse.”

“He didn’t see it either, for I’m sure he’d have reacted.” Stephen observed evenly.

“Quite true, I didn’t startle him. Calmly, I walked back to where my mostly naked woman hung suspended. Her eyes bulged when she saw the crop.”

“No please!” She pleaded as tears fell between her heaving breasts.”

Stephen took another chug of ale. “I wish I had been there!”

Daniel snickered. “Perhaps later, you may see her naked tits.”

“That would be most generous of you sir.”

“Part of the fun was watching her plead and squirm, as I walked around her. She kept turning her auburn head around trying to see where the first strike would land. I did not want to disappoint her, so I whacked her on her thinly covered right cheek. Her vocal reaction exceeded the ferocity of the blow, so I gave her something to shriek about; a harder whack on her other cheek. A predictable plea of petitioning ensued, which earned her another whack, only harder. This time it was on the back of her right thigh, which really caused her to howl.

That is when I heard Rufus becoming agitated, so I sped up the cropping; one more on each rear cheek, one on each breast, and one on each of her front thighs. By then her tears were dripping on the dirt floor, while her shameless screams shook the rafters.

When I took her down, her resistance was so weak, that she obeyed me when I ordered to her hands and knees. Then, tying another long rope around her neck, I led her like a dog out of the stable, and toward the Castle. Leading her inside via a side entrance, not caring if the house cleaners and the butlers saw her in this humiliatingly lowly position, I directed her down the stone steps to the cellar, where a full-sized dungeon exists. All sorts of medieval torture devices decorate the dimly lit quarter. I led her directly to the six-by-six iron cage, which is situated in a corner of this vast, dark room. She pleaded with me not to leave her in there, but somehow, I felt no pity on her as I walked out of the dungeon listening to her desperate pleas. I could hear her wailings all the way upstairs, until she finally cried herself to sleep.”

Stephen wiped his brow. “That’s quite a story Daniel, relegating your lady to the Castle dungeon.”

The Scotsman took another pull of ale. “That was two weeks ago. Since then, I have entertained myself by subjecting my cheating slut to different devices. The first time, I enclosed her in the stocks, where I used a wooden paddle as well as a flogger on her derriere.”

Stephen’s eyes widened as Daniel described vividly how he systematically punished his wayward woman. He even allowed some of the castle servants the privilege of using her body for their pleasure.

“If she wanted to be fucked by the groom, anybody else in the castle should be allowed the same honor. Later, I invited my two hunting chums in for a round of unadulterated sex with my woman.” Daniel cackled. “There were times when she had one cock in her ass and one in her mouth simultaneously. If she wanted another man’s cock, I would give her all she could handle.”

The sides of Stephen’s mouth were twitching. A mirthful Sir Daniel looked over at his friend suggestively.

“After we down this last flagon, why don’t you come over to the castle, and I’ll watch while you fuck my slut.”

Stephen’s eyes showed his glee.