Caitlin's Tale - Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Caitlin found a washbasin and cloth. She cleansed the urine from her face and body and rinsed out her hair. Then she went back to her room and dressed. When she thought she was presentable, she went out in search of her master.

Robert and Heather were in the courtyard. He was giving the newly arrived servants their orders, in both French and English. They were to unpack only the essentials, then go to bed, for tomorrow would start early. Then he turned to the warriors.

Caitlin thought they were a fearsome bunch, as she peered from the shadows of a doorway. There were eleven of them, all wearing armor of some sort. All had swords; some carried bows and quivers, others rested lances on the ground. Only a handful were unscarred. Three were missing an ear, and one of those had a patch over his left eye. Robert spoke to them in English, but she noticed that he spoke clearly and used simple words.

"We'll start patrols the day after tomorrow. I've sent the caretaker of this keep to spread word that the levees must be ready for inspection by the end of this week. I want you all to speak English all the time, even among yourselves. We'll be dealing with Welsh as well as Saxons, so we need a lingua franca."

For some reason, this brought laughter from the otherwise terrifying group.

"Wash the dust off, have a small drink, and meet me in the main hall in about half an hour. I need your help with a personal matter."

The men spread out to get a feel for their new home, and Robert walked toward the main hall. He saw Caitlin in the lengthening shadows.

"Walk with me," he called.

She trotted over to him.

"Did you hear what I said to the men?"

"Aye, Master."

"The personal matter I need their help with is you."

"Me, Master?"

"I have decided not to punish you for your... impudence, earlier."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you, Master!"

"Instead, I shall teach you exactly what it means to be my slave. You must serve me willingly. If you do not wish to, you may leave and never hear from me again."

"I am yours, Master. I want to learn."

"Very well. Tonight, you are not mine alone. You will serve my men, in every way they choose."

She stopped in surprise.

Robert stopped as well, and looked at her with a stern expression.

"All of them?"

"All of them. Or cease to be my slave and leave my sight forever."

"Master, I would... I would rather be punished."

"No." He stepped closer to her. "Punishment will only teach you how to act like a slave. This will teach you how to think as a slave, how to *be* a slave. But the choice is yours." He continued toward the hall.

She watched him go. She remembered the whipping earlier. She thought about the humiliation she had felt as Heather had voided herself in her mouth. And she thought about the taste of Heather's pussy, even soaked in urine. She thought about Robert's cock, filling her body. She hurried up to Robert and stood before him, head bowed, chin to chest.

"Teach me Master. Teach me how to be a slave."

He lifted her chin with his hand. He looked into her eyes, searching for sincerity. "This will not teach you how to be a slave, but what it *means* to be a slave. Yes, I will teach you." Then he leaned down and kissed her lips, almost gently.

She rose on tiptoes to meet his kiss, but he drew away.

"I must prepare things. Wait in your room, naked. But do not touch yourself. Heather or I will come to collect you."

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The wait seemed interminable, but Caitlin sat on her bed, hands folded in her lap. Eventually, Heather opened her door. She was as naked as Caitlin, and her expression was serious.

"Come," was all she said.

The main hall smelled strongly of sweat and horseflesh. The men stared at the two women with open lust as they walked into the chamber. Tables had been set up along the walls to either side. Thane Albert's chair sat on the spot where she had given up her virginity. The soldiers were still dressed as they had been. A few were still armed, but most were not.

She noticed a giant standing beside Robert by the empty fireplace. He looked a little like Robert. The same hair, the same eyes, except they were not as cold as her master's, nor as commanding. A sword hilt jutted over his right shoulder, and when he turned she saw that it was longer even than Thane Albert's two-handed sword. The man had to be almost seven feet tall! How had she not noticed him in the courtyard?

The others were spread out in little groups of three or four. None bothered to hide their stares as she and Heather walked by. She wanted to cover herself, but since Heather did not, she would not. They walked past a doorway leading to nowhere. No, not a doorway, a wooden frame, taller and wider than a doorway. Leather cuffs hung from ropes attached to the upper corners. Two more cuffs were attached near the bottom. She could not study it further because they walked past it and had reached Robert.

He seemed to notice them for the first time as he cut off his conversation with the giant in mid-sentence. "Ah, Heather, Caitlin. This is Etienne, my little brother."

Caitlin felt her eyes widen.

Robert and the giant laughed. "Well, he is my younger brother, at least. He has been bigger than me since he was eight and I was eleven."

Etienne's eyes wandered up and down Caitlin and Heather. Caitlin saw his crotch begin to bulge and she felt a new wave of fear course through her body. Surely a horse would be smaller!

Robert seemed to read her mind, for he said, "Don't worry. Etienne will try to hold himself back until we think you're ready." He took Caitlin by one arm and led her back to the center of the hall. "We might as well begin now, don't you think?"

"If you wish, Master," she answered.

"I do. Heather.. Heather!"

She looked up from Etienne's groin. "Yes, Master?"

"Did you strike Caitlin as punishment, earlier?"

Heather grinned widely. "No, Master. I didn't have the chance."

Caitlin wanted to speak up, to say that she had been punished, but she did not feel a slave should try to defend herself against one who had been given power over her.

"Then you must punish her now. Would you like to give her a spanking?"

"Yes, Master, very much!"

Robert nodded his approval for her enthusiasm. "But first, go to the kitchens and bring back the pot of water that is hanging over the fire, and the device on the table. And hurry."

She dashed off to carry out her orders, little breasts bobbing as she trotted out of the hall.

While she was gone, all the men pretended to ignore Caitlin. They all stared at her, to be sure, but their conversations seemed to be about other things entirely.

Heather soon returned with a small black pot. It was not very hot, despite being over a fire, for she carried it barehanded by the wire handle. In her other hand dangled something that looked like a large onion. She couldn't tell what it was, or even what it was made of. It was flexible, and looked like leather.

Etienne lifted Caitlin by the waist, eliciting a small shriek. He placed her on hands and knees atop one of the tables and lightly held his hand on her back, signaling that she should remain in that position.

Robert tested the water with his fingers. Apparently he found it satisfactory, for he placed the 'stalk' of the 'onion' into the water. He squeezed on the bulb and air bubbles roiled the surface of the water. Then he released the pressure and the bulb began to slowly expand. The water level in the pot dropped noticeably.

When the bulb had expanded to full size, Robert pulled it out. Caitlin noticed that the 'stalk' was actually a narrow tube, with a nozzle attached to the end. He moved behind her and placed the tip of the nozzle against her tight sphincter. He pushed, not very hard. He paused, then pushed again.

Caitlin tried to make herself relax, to help her master, but she could not. She wanted to please him. There was not very much pain from the probings, but she could not force herself to relax, so she was about to ask him to push harder, when he pulled the nozzle completely away.

"She is too dry," he said, mock frustration in his voice. "Heather! Get over here and wet her ass!"

She heard a hand dip into water.

"No Heather! Use your tongue!"

Caitlin imagined the look of shock that must have crossed Heather's face. You are a slave too, love, remember? She wiggled her bottom at Heather.

Robert must have approved, for he was silent and his hand did not slap her.

Heather's hands parted her cheeks and frowned in revulsion. Caitlin could feel her friend's warm breath on her crinkled hole. Then she felt the wet tip of Heather's tongue and she nearly jumped. The tongue lightly touched her back entrance, tickling more than arousing, but Caitlin knew that, once the girl applied herself, she would enjoy the sensation very much indeed.

Caitlin heard words of lewd encouragement from the other knights. "Lick it, girl! Get your tongue up there! See if you can get it inside."

Heather pulled her cheeks wider apart, and Caitlin felt her face make contact with her buttocks. The flat of Heather's tongue swabbed along Caitlin's twitching asshole. It felt hot and slippery. It also felt exceedingly strange and wonderfully pleasurable. Caitlin began to twist her hips to push her ass against Heather's face. But Heather grasped her butt to hold her still. Her lips formed a circle matching the hole, and Caitlin felt the girl's tongue press insistently at the orifice. Now she was able to relax, and Heather's tongue forced its way past the ring of muscle.

With her tongue, Heather began to fuck Caitlin's asshole. Caitlin was certain she would have an orgasm, just from the sensual contact of lips and tongue to rectum, and from the knowledge that all these men were watching them. But Robert's voice interrupted them.

"Enough. She's ready now."

She felt the tongue slowly withdraw. Heather gave her ass cheek a kiss before moving away.

Robert stepped up behind her again. Again she felt the nozzle on her asshole. But now, she was wet and relaxed. The nozzle slid in easily. Then, Caitlin felt a tickle in her bowels. She looked over her shoulder. Robert was slowly squeezing on the bulb, forcing the water through the hose and nozzle and into her ass. The water was warm, and the sensation, while unusual, was not unpleasant. Her master squeezed harder on the bulb, and the flow of water increased.

She felt herself filling up. She felt like she had to go to the privy. Badly. Now. But Robert kept squeezing on the bulb, forcing more water into her bowels. How much was in that contraption, anyway? She thought she would burst, she felt so full.

Finally, mercifully, Robert finished. He tossed the infernal bulb to one side, and Caitlin expected to be allowed up so she could void her bowels.

"You may begin spanking her now, Heather."

No! If she had to endure a spanking with all this water in her guts, she would explode for certain!

"Try to hold it in, Caitlin," Robert told her. "It will only be twenty strokes."

She steeled herself for the coming torture, but was still surprised when she felt the first smack of Heather's opened hand on her buttock. She was certain she felt her anus open and she expected to make a terrible mess. But she managed to keep control. As she did for the next half dozen strikes. And the next half dozen. But around the fifteenth, she knew she could not last.

"Master!" she cried. "I can't hold it any longer!"

The smacks stopped and Robert asked, "Are you certain?"

"Yes, Master! Please, please let me go!"

"If I let you go now, we will start again, from the beginning, but the number will double."

"Yes, Master. Please may I go? I'm going to burst!"

"Very well."

Etienne helped her down. Fortunately, he took her by the shoulders this time instead of the waist. Robert ordered Heather to accompany her and help clean her. With tightly clenched cheeks, Caitlin waddled out of the hall. Heather had gathered up some cloths from somewhere and was holding one elbow to help her maintain her balance. But she couldn't make it to the privy. It was the most embarrassing thing she had ever done in her life, but she leaned against a wall, spread her legs, and let go.

As Heather was mopping up her legs, she let Caitlin know how she felt. "Ugh! You're disgusting!"

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Consider yourself lucky I didn't let loose when you had your hand in the way. Besides, if you hadn't hit me so hard, I could've made it."

"Well you shouldn't have slapped me earlier!"

"Well you shouldn't have volunteered to become Master's slave."

Heather stood up and tossed the soiled cloth aside. She looked directly into Caitlin's eyes. "Can you blame me?"

Caitlin was taken aback and couldn't answer for a moment. Finally, she dropped her gaze and said, "No." She waited a few heartbeats before she continued. "And you've got a delicious pussy."

Heather's teeth were startlingly white in the half darkness. "And you've got a delicious ass." She lifted her hand to cup one of Caitlin's large white breasts. "Let's get back inside."

Inside, the last of the soldiers were taking off their clothes. More scars were in evidence, as were hard-muscled bodies. Robert's brother may not have been as big as a horse, Caitlin thought, but he wasn't much smaller. Though it was hard enough for the head to be almost fully exposed, his cock hung halfway down his thigh. And Etienne had long thighs. Most of the men seemed large to Caitlin, but none as large as her master and his brother.

"The men have drawn lots to see who will go first," Robert said from the back of the crowd. "Ralf!"

A one-eyed man stepped forward. He was probably the oldest of the group, with wrinkles beginning to form on a face that was already leathery from days in the sun. He grinned at her and she could see that many of his teeth were missing. Those that were left were a disgusting shade of brown.

He saw where she was looking, and he could see the expression on her face. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth and grinned even more lewdly. "Not pretty my mouth is it, girl?" He stalked up to her and touched her lips with gnarled fingers. "But you've got a pretty one, eh?" His breath stank of garlic. "Very pretty. But can you do anything with it?"

His hands landed heavily on her shoulders and he pushed her down to her knees. His rampant cock stared her in the face. His hips moved it closer to her lips. She opened her lips wide and took the head in her mouth. He smelled of stale sweat and his cock tasted like stale piss. It was unwashed and sticky. She took as much as she could into her mouth. As her tongue roamed over every inch she could reach, Caitlin reached up between the man's heavy thighs to take his balls in her hand. They felt full, and his nuts seemed to float in semen.

Soon, she had licked half his cock clean, and tasted nothing but heated flesh. She moved back and licked at the underside of the shaft. His cock bounced around in time to the flicks of her tongue. She moved down to his balls. She sucked them into her mouth and laved her tongue over them. Then she moved back to the head.

When she had the head back in her mouth, Ralf placed his hands on either side of her head. He began to move her head back and forth on his cock. She rested her hands on her knees and let him control her. He moved her head faster and faster, until she was in real pain, and began to resist despite herself. She began to whimper.

Ralf took mercy on her. He held her head still and moved his hips back and forth to fuck her mouth. His cock began to leak, and she swallowed the thin salty fluid, her tongue pressing against the underside of his cock and then swirling around the tip.

Ralf began breathing hard, panting. "I have to sit down," he wheezed.

He backed up to a bench. Caitlin followed on her hands and knees, lips locked around the head of his prick. When he was seated on the bench and reclining against the edge of the table, she rested her forearms on his thighs and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft. Her fingertips tickled his balls as he continued leaking into her mouth. She thought he would never climax.

She felt fingers on her pussy, probing her slit. She wiggled her ass to encourage whoever it was. She was wet, dripping. She needed to be penetrated. She felt a cock nudging past her opening. She tried to open up for him, but he seemed to be having difficulty finding her entrance. She whined in frustration around Ralf's cock.

"What's the matter?" she heard one of the men shout. "Used to old Marie, boy? Not every slut's got a cow's cunt, you know!"

The laughter from the others was drowned out by Etienne's booming voice. "If anybody knows about cows' cunts, it's you Guy!"

The resultant laughter was even louder. But Caitlin didn't pay attention, because the man behind her had finally managed to sink his cock into her. At the same time, old Ralf finally began to spurt in her mouth. She thought the reward worth the wait, as his load was thick and copious. She tasted a hint of garlic, and a nutty flavor. She swallowed most of it greedily, and what small amount leaked out, she lapped up eagerly.

The man behind her was fucking her pussy and suddenly stopped. She felt his shaft twitch inside her, followed by the warmth of his seed. Despite the suddenness of his climax, Caitlin felt a small orgasm as well. Both men stood up and moved away, to be replaced by two more. The new cock in her pussy felt enormous, and the one before her face was slightly smaller than Ralf.

She heard Etienne's shout again. "Tell us if her tongue feels like a cow's, Guy!"

"At least I won't have to cover my prick in salt!" He laughed at his own joke, but began to groan as Caitlin swallowed his cock.

As the man behind her thrust forward to enter her, she was rocked forward on her hands and knees. She had taken Guy as deeply as she could, and the first thrust forced her to take him so deeply that her lips and nose were buried in his pubic hair. She gagged and backed off, lifting her mouth from his cock. As she was coughing, trying to catch her breath and not retch, the man behind her began fucking steadily. Guy stroked the head of his saliva-covered cock against her cheek.

"If you're not up to sucking, slut," he said, "at least you can lick."

He leaned back on the bench and raised his knees to his chest. Below his hanging balls, Caitlin was staring at his dark, hairy asshole. She buried her nose beneath his scrotum and her face between his asscheeks and began to lick. As the man behind continued to thrust, her face was pushed against Guy's ass again and again. She grabbed Guy's hips and pressed her face tight against him. She remembered how good Heather's tongue felt inside her ass, and she tried to worm hers inside Guy. His ass tasted tart and musky, but not as bad as her mother's cabbage. The man behind her began to scrape his fingers across her clit. She felt his smooth chest against her back. He pulled her hair to one side so he could see her licking and tongue-fucking Guy's asshole.

"You've got a tight little pussy. So tight and wet. But I bet your ass is even tighter. Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

She pulled her tongue from Guy's ass, and panted her answer. "Gods yes! Fuck my ass!"

"No!" she heard Robert shout. "She is my slave, and I will be first to take her ass."

"Yes, Robert," the man answered meekly. He continued to fuck her proudly, and that was the most important thing.

"Oh yes, Master! Please fuck my ass! Will you be next, Master?"

Robert stood beside her, watching her service his men. "When you've made Guy and Michele come. I'll fuck your ass then."

"Oh thank you, Master! Thank you."

She bent to her task with new enthusiasm. She twisted her hips against Michele, trying to make him climax as soon as possible, so that her master could fuck her ass. She was actually able to take Guy into her throat once, for a moment. She pulled back and stroked his shaft while she sucked hard on the head. And she twisted her forefinger up his ass, which made his cock twitch violently. A few strokes of her hand and probes of her finger, and Guy began shooting into her mouth. She swallowed his cum and sucked at the tip until he was dry, before spitting out his prick.

"Cum, cum, cum," she glanced back at Michele.

His thrusting sped up and then became ragged. His stubbled face screwed up, almost in agony. His hips shuddered and he groaned loudly as he shot his semen deep into her pussy. He pushed against her ass and withdrew his cock, dripping cum on the floor between her knees. Michele retreated, leaving white finger marks on her hips that quickly turned pink again.

"Now, Master! Fuck me in the ass!"

Robert did not kneel behind her as she expected. Instead he lifted her off the floor and laid her on her stomach atop the table. "Heather," he called.

Caitlin turned her head and saw Heather a few feet away on a bench with her fingers buried in her pussy. Immediately she stood and walked over to their master.

Robert continued. "You did such a good job getting her ass wet before, you can do it again."

This time, Heather eagerly buried her face between Caitlin's buttocks. She attacked the prostrate girl's asshole with her mouth. Her tongue circled Caitlin's anus a few times, getting it slick with saliva. Then she stiffened her tongue and forced it into the hole. Caitlin's asshole sucked the muscle in, and Heather was actually able to wriggle her tongue around inside her. Caitlin bucked her ass up at Heather's face, trying to get even more of her tongue inside her. Instead, Heather moved lower, licking her pussy, and using her tongue to dig out some sperm of the two soldiers who had already fucked her.

Caitlin heard Robert laughing as he pulled Heather away from her pussy.

Then Caitlin felt his cock enter her pussy in one slow stroke. He fucked her slowly for a few thrusts, then withdrew from her body. Slick with the cum of two warriors and saliva of one slave, his prickhead poked at her anus. Hands pried her white, fleshy cheeks apart, forcing her asshole to open. Slowly, painfully, Robert forced his cock into her. It seemed to take several minutes before the head fully breached her entrance. And Caitlin loved every second of agony.

Almost anti-climactically, the ring of her asshole clamped down behind the head of her master's cock. The rest of his shaft was easier to take, as the bulbous head stretched open her back passage to allow the rest of his cock to move into her.

"Fill me, Master!" Caitlin pleaded. "Fill my ass with your cock! Fuck your slave's ass!"

Robert bent over and put his weight on her back, pressing her large breasts into the tabletop. He held onto the edges and used the leverage to push down even harder. He was heavy, but Caitlin barely noticed. Almost all her attention was focused on the fullness in her ass. Robert fucked with shallow, slow strokes. Caitlin tried to bounce her hips against him. She was his slave. If he was going to take her, it was only right that he take her fully.

Robert must have understood her thoughts, for he began to lengthen his strokes. Soon, he was giving her his entire length on every stroke. She wanted him to fuck her forever.

Suddenly, Heather's blonde pussy was before her face.

"Lick it," Robert said. "She deserves pleasure from something besides her fingers. And you are the only one we will fuck tonight."

That's a shame, thought Caitlin, for she would have loved to suck sperm from Heather's pussy, or from her ass. But this is nice, too, she reflected as Heather lifted her pussy to her mouth.

All too soon, Robert flooded her ass, and Heather flooded her mouth, and she flooded the table.

After that, the men took her three at a time. Actually, she climbed atop one man, and rode his cock. A second entered her slick ass, and a third presented his cock to her mouth. The men in her mouth and ass came quickly, and were replaced by two more. These two also spent themselves while the first man remained hard within her pussy. One more man entered her ass. The cock in her pussy finally erupted, but the man attached to it could not get out from under her. By the time his prick softened and slipped out of her, the man deep in her rectum climaxed. She had not been fucked by the same cock twice, and she had taken them all except...

"Etienne? Where is my master's brother? I want his cock inside me!"

"You may fuck my brother when I say so. Right now, I am about to give you two more cocks."

Caitlin looked to her master.

Robert stood with stout ropes in either hand. At his feet sat the two wolfhounds. Long tongues hung out of their mouths, dripping saliva on the floor. Long thick cocks, pink and swollen, jutted from the sheaths under their bellies.

Her mind told her that she should be revolted, that her stomach should be turning at the thought of what her master expected of her. Her mind told her she should leave and never return, rather than degrade herself in such a way.

But it was her body that was in control. And her body was filled with lust. Her body demanded cock, any cock. And the dogs were huge, as big as most men, with large cocks, almost as big as Robert's. Her mind began to listen to her body. If she took on the dogs now, then she could fuck the other men. She would be allowed to fuck Etienne. She glanced over at her master's brother. If anything, his cock was bigger than before. Her eyes went back to the dogs. Look at them! her body said. They'll feel so good inside me, pounding away at me. You've seen dogs mate. Imagine them fucking me like that, fast and hard and powerfully!

Robert saw her staring transfixed at the dogs, at their pricks. "Is there something you want to ask of me, slave?"

"Please, Master. May I fuck them?" She slid from the table and knelt on the floor in front of Robert.

He pretended to look shocked. "Slave, you want to fuck these dogs?"

"Yes, Master." She was pleading now. "Please will you let me?"

"I may. Is there anything else you want to do?"

"Oh, Master! Yes! I want to suck their cocks too. I want to swallow their seed! Please let me fuck them, and suck them! Please?"

Robert seemed pleased, "Very well. Turn around."

She spun on her knees, presenting her backside to the group. She felt cum trickling down her thighs, cooling on her flesh. She looked over her shoulder at what was happening.

Robert handed one leash to his brother. He let the other dog advance on her. The dog fought to get away from her master. Robert was actually leaning backwards as the dog strained toward her. Robert let the dog get close enough that his snout made contact with her ass, then he stopped.

The dog's tongue snaked out and licked up her pussy furrow and the crack of her ass. She heard him snuffle and felt his warm breath as he tried to clear the juices that had gotten into his nose. His tongue was long and smooth and wet. While it was not as agile as a human tongue, it was very powerful. Every time it lapped at her crotch, it battered her clit or asshole, and it moved like he was drinking water after three days without.

"Please, Master, let him fuck me!"

Robert let the dog go, and immediately the beast was mounting her ass. The wolfhound was tall enough that he could stand on all fours above her. His furry chest and narrow waist merged perfectly with her arched back and upthrust ass. His red cock slapped against her pussy, unable to enter. Desperately, she reached between her legs and grasped the red cock. It was incredibly hot, hotter by far than the human cocks she had held. And it was wet, leaking a copious amount of fluid. It coated her hand as she guided the dog's cock to her entrance.

The dog did not enter her slowly and smoothly. He cared nothing about her comfort. As soon as the head was in her pussy, the wolfhound thrust the rest of his red cock into her in a single lightning-fast stroke. Caitlin was driven forward by the movement, and she half-whimpered in pain, half-squealed in excitement. She rested her head on her forearms and let the dog fuck her as hard and as fast as he wanted. His furry balls rubbed against her clit with each stroke. The knot at the base of his red cock pressed against her pussy. She spread her knees wide apart and felt his hot belly rub along her asshole, the hairs tickling her anus and exciting her further.

She noticed she was whimpering. That and the dog's heavy breathing were the only sounds in the hall. All evening, the men had made lewd comments to and about her, in French and English. There had been cheers and shouts of encouragement, and always laughter. But now, there was only silence, except for the sounds of bestial passion.

She opened her eyes. The men were dumfounded, even her master. Obviously, they had not believed she would do this so willingly, or enjoy it so much. That she was able to shock even these men thrilled her to her core. She decided to carry the performance even further.

The dog's tongue hung from his mouth as he panted and dripped saliva on her back. She reached between her legs once more. She wrapped her fingers around the dog cock and, when he pulled almost all the way out, jerked him out of her pussy. Before the dog could make a forward thrust, she placed the head at her asshole. She howled when he fucked into her.

The dog howled as well, whether in response to her own cry or at the tightness of her ass, Caitlin had no idea. The dog tried to fuck her ass as hard and fast as he had fucked her cunt, but, despite the amount of fucking and semen it had received that night, her ass offered much more resistance to the invading cock. Although the pleasure she felt from the dog cock in her ass was great, the pain from his frantic fucking was also considerable. She wondered if she might have made a mistake.

She placed her shoulders directly on the floor and reached for her pussy with both hands. Three fingers of one hand went into her cunt, while two fingers of the other massaged her clitoris. She fucked herself in time to the hound's thrusts in her ass. She rubbed her clit even faster. As the small orgasms piled up, her ass relaxed even more, and she felt nothing but pleasure from the dog cock inside her. Even the small amount of pain she felt was pleasurable, like stretching aching muscles. This allowed the dog to fuck her even faster.

The red cock in her ass and her fingers on her cunt soon had their effect. She climaxed under the dog's assault and her own ministrations. Her asshole spasmed around the dog cock, sending him over the edge as well. As her pussy quivered under her hands, she felt the dog's hot semen shoot deeply into her ass. His cock swelled to enormous proportions, and Caitlin was momentarily concerned that he would rip her apart. But after the first couple of spurts into her ass, the dog's cock popped out. There was some pain as the swollen head forced its way past the ring of muscle, but it only added to her climax. As the dog walked away from her, satisfied, Caitlin rocked her hips up and down, wanting the other dog.

She heard the second dog behind her, claws scrabbling on the floor as he tried to get at her. "You said you wanted to suck one, yes? And swallow his seed?"

She turned over and and scooted around to face the dog. She looked at his turgid red cock. He was smaller than the other one, ad thought she might be able to get the whole thing in her mouth. She propped herself on her elbows and licked her lips.

"Aye, Master. Let me suck this one, please?"

Robert led the dog up to her. He tried to step past her head so that he could lick her pussy, but Robert pulled him and held the dog over her. Finally, his cock was pointed straight at her watering mouth.

Without preamble, Caitlin opened wide and moved forward a bit to get the red cock into her mouth. His prick was just as hot as the first dog, and it was also leaking prodigiously. His fluid tasted gamier than the men, but just as delicious in its own way. It was definitely recognizable as semen, and she wondered if the men would taste this way if they ate nothing but meat all their lives.

His cock didn't seem as filthy as she had expected, either. Certainly it felt cleaner in her mouth than Ralf's had, but she couldn't smell it because of the overpowering scent of dog fur. When the dog found his cock in her mouth, instinct took over and he began to fuck her face like a pussy. She let him batter her lips for a few moments, but stopped him because he was hitting her nose, making tears well up in her eyes. She raised one hand and braced it against his hind legs, preventing him from fucking her mouth.

Instead, her mouth fucked him. She bobbed her back and forth on his prick. It constantly leaked thin salty fluid, and she enjoyed letting it fill her mouth before she swallowed it. She pulled the red cock out of her mouth and kissed up and down its length. She licked the sides and underside. She circled the pointed head with her tongue. At last she took it back into her mouth. She sucked hard, drawing more fluid from the dog's shaft. She wanted to stroke his cock, but she needed both hands to hold herself up and to keep the dog from accidentally breaking her nose.

The dog began fighting her. His cock got harder and larger. More precum leaked from his cock, filling her mouth more quickly. It was thicker, now, as well. She knew the dog would come very soon. She hungered for his semen, she wanted it to flood her mouth and run down her chin. She wanted to drown in dog cum.

Suddenly, the dog went stiff-legged and she felt the first burst of cum against the back of her throat. It was thinner than human semen, but with a wilder taste. And there was so much more of it. Caitlin was hard-pressed to swallow it all. Despite her efforts, a good deal of it ran down her chin and neck, to her breasts and dripped from her nipples to the floor. She swallowed and sucked and swallowed again. It seemed like she was trying to swallow a barrel-full.

But gradually, the tide ebbed. The river of cum became a stream, then a trickle. Caitlin sucked as hard as she could to get every last drop the dog cock had to offer.

When she had gotten it all, the dog stepped back and she rose to her knees. She licked her lips to gather up as much of the overflow cum as she could. The wolfhound dipped his head and lapped his own semen that had fallen to her breasts. His tongue felt smooth and cool on her nipples. He followed the trail of his cum up her chest and neck, to her mouth. She sucked at his long tongue, as they licked and kissed each other. When he had lapped it all up, he walked away, ignoring her.

Caitlin fell to her back. She spread her legs and pawed at her pussy. "Please, Master. May I fuck your brother now? Please will you let me feel him inside me?"

"No. You're still not ready."

Robert helped her up and led her to the wooden frame. "If you want Etienne to fuck you, you have to be bound in this frame."

The frame was almost eight feet tall. She noticed that the lower half had holes at regular intervals in each post. Pegs were placed in each post just lower than the levels of her knees. Robert helped her step onto the pegs. While he held her steady, two of the soldiers put her wrists in the upper cuffs. They were stiff and lined with soft fur. Then they put her ankles in the lower cuffs. When she was bound hand and foot, Robert pulled out the supporting pegs, leaving her dangling by her wrists.

Caitlin groaned in painful ecstasy. "Will Etienne fuck me now, Master?" she panted. "Please?"

Robert just grinned at her. "No. But everyone else will."

"Ooohhh, Master!"

Ralf stepped up to her, breathing heavily in her face. He grabbed her roughly by the buttocks and lifted her onto his cock. She felt another cock nudge against her asshole. When Ralf let her sink, she was impaled front and back on two hard, long pricks. She sighed contentedly. Four hands lifted her, using her entire body to stroke the members inside her. Her arms were too weak to lift herself very high, and her feet had nothing beneath them; she could not even wrap her legs around Ralf. She could only rely on the strength of the soldiers to satisfy her.

Even though Caitlin was somewhat small, even though they were used to wielding heavy weapons in combat, even though there were two of them, the men could not raise and lower her body fast enough. Bending at the knees, they began to spear their cocks up into her holes. They fucked into her alternatig their strokes, lifting her as her cunt and asshole resisted their entry. She rose and sank on the stiff shafts inside her, over and over and over again. Eventually, the warriors climaxed, depositing their seed inside her. They were replaced by two more, who fucked her to the edge of insensibility, through innumerable orgasms. Five times in all she took cocks in her pussy and ass, hanging from her wrists. Semen trickled down her thighs, and more dripped from her pussy to the floor.

Only Robert and Etienne were left now. "I'm ready now, Master. Please let your brother fuck me."

Robert bent down to unbuckle the ankle cuffs. He placed the pegs in the highest holes and lifted her to stand on them. Her head was now above the crossbar. She was too high for Etienne to fuck now. She wondered what her master had planned for her.

Etienne stepped out of the crowd. Caitlin was too fascinated by the giant's cock to notice what he carried. Then she saw. His sword. Still in its scabbard, he set its tip against the floor. It was a two-hand sword made for a giant's proportions. The hilt was nearly two and a half feet long, and the pommel was as big as her fist. It reached almost to her crotch. In fact, she could look down and see droplets of cum splatter the pommel from her leaking pussy.

"If you can take this," Robert was saying, "I'll know you're ready for Etienne."

Caitlin shivered in anticipation.

While the brothers held the sword steady, Caitlin slowly lowered herself to the hilt. Her pussy lips touched the steel ball on the pommel, and she was surprised to find that it was not cold. She twisted her hips about, rubbing her pussy on the ball and on as much of the grip as she could reach, getting it wet with the juices that were now veritably dribbling out of her.

Finally, she thought she had gotten it wet enough. The ball at the end of the hilt wasn't really a sphere, it was more egg-shaped, for battering at enemy heads. Caitlin rotated her hips on the rounded tip of the pommel, widening her pussy to accept it. As she sank lower, she continued moving back and forth, stretching the muscles to accommodate the rapidly widening pommel.

When she reached the widest point, she found she could not stretch any more. She resorted to brute force, pushing directly down upon the steel. She looked down to see how much she had gotten in, and saw Robert looking up at her, an approving smile playing across his lips. She redoubled her efforts. Then, suddenly, her muscles stretched and she dropped onto the sword hilt. She caught herself before she fell too far. The pommel had entered her so suddenly, it had caused some pain. She had never felt so full. The pommel felt heavy in her pussy. It stretched her walls more than they had ever been stretched before.  

Robert stood and massaged her clit with his middle finger. This caused her to relax even more, and she was able to once again begin moving down lower. Her pussy lips wrapped around the leather strips. They clung to the hilt. The grip was wrapped in leather strips, well-worn from use. But even so, she could feel the roughness left to the edges as she stroked her clit up and down its length. The leather felt wonderful, but she was determined to fuck this sword so that she could fuck Etienne's... sword. Perhaps later she could wheedle a leather-hilted dagger from one of the warriors for her own use. Again she looked down to see how far she had taken the hilt inside her.  About half was buried inside her. She twisted around a little. This was all she was able to take, she decided.

She began to stand up on the pegs again. Slowly, she moved off of the weapon. She wasn't sure, but she thought she could see the outline of the pommel inside her belly. Up and down she moved on the hilt. Each stroke took half a minute. Then a quarter. Soon, she had relaxed enough that she was taking a foot of the leather-covered shaft in little over a second. She wished she had Etienne on top or underneath her. He would fuck her hard and fast. But the leather felt wonderful against her clit. Then she felt a pair of lips on her mouth.

It was the first time she had been kissed that night, and it surprised her. Only one man was tall enough to kiss her on this perch. She opened her eyes to see Etienne. But if he was kissing her, who was holding the sword? She glanced down. The sword was still standing on its tip, her pussy the only thing keeping it from toppling.

Faster she moved on the sword, squatting and standing, back as straight as she could manage to allow as much of the rigid steel as possible in her. The pommel was so filling, and the leather wrappings so stimulating, she knew she would climax at any moment. Her large white breasts bounced with each thrust. Faster and faster she fucked the weapon. She was moving almost as though she were fucking a man now. She squatted and stood, squatted and stood, and then...

She heard a clank as the sword fell to the floor.

"Nooo!" she sobbed as she tried to fuck empty air. She had been so close. Only one thing could be as filling as that sword. "Master," she pleaded. "Now Master, PLEASE!"

"Take her, brother," Robert said simply.

Etienne's powerful arms wrapped around her waist and he positioned his cock at her entrance. In a single motion, he brought her down on top of his shaft. He wasn't as wide as the pommel had been, but the girth of his prick was constant all the way to the root. He lifted and lowered her on his cock as though she were a feather pillow. He pulled her body against his.

He had been waiting all night, watching her suck and fuck all those other men, and dogs, and even his own sword. Etienne groaned and flooded her pussy with his cum. So forceful was his ejaculation, that his cum was pouring out as fast as he could shoot it inside her.

Stay hard, she prayed. Stay hard. She finally had him and she could not stand the thought of losing his cock so soon. Her prayers were answered. He stayed firm inside her. He continued bouncing her on his groin. She screamed her climax in his ear, her strongest one of the night. She went completely limp. She hung from the crossbar, her legs relaxed. Only his grip on her ass and thighs kept her from sliding off of his magnificent member.

She felt someone loosening the bonds that held her to the frame. She felt herself falling, but she didn't care. She was completely filled. Strong hands caught her and she vaguely realized she was being carried. Etienne was still rampant in her pussy as he laid her back on a table. She felt the giant's body on top of her, and she wrapped her legs around his thighs. She felt him fucking her savagely, but she was too exhausted to care. In a way, she barely noticed it. Her body kept climaxing, and she heard her own screams of passion. But her mind was somewhere else, retreating from the overwhelming sensations.

More men fucked Caitlin afterwards, even Etienne a second time that night. And the dogs again. And dear Heather. But it is mostly a blur.

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I might be just remembering other nights when Heather and I served our master by serving his men.

Of course, it lasted only a year. Robert was felled by one of those Welsh arrows on a raid. Then Heather wed Etienne - and the girl was even smaller than I was! - and they left. When the king gave the keep to a new knight, I was more or less included, by my own choice. But the new man was no Robert, and one day I learned what it was like when the tables were turned. But that's another story.

But wait! I hear your mother coming. Get your hands out of your skirt, girl!

... but ye have to be careful not to let it cool too long, or it loses its flavor and ...

Oh, hello, daughter! Just telling the little one some of the things a woman must know.

The End

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