“Try that again, and I will take your fucking hand off,” she hissed as Angus held his face in pain. A trickle of blood fell from his nose, and he wiped it while giving Eileen an angry look. His companions were highly amused by what had occurred and laughed some more.
Things were relatively quiet for a while before the giant man decided to get up to some mischief. Lumbering over to where the old man sat, he asked ominously, “Have you finished with your food?”
The old man looked apprehensive, but answered, “No.”
Come on.” The large man grinned. “An old fart like you can’t need that much food.”
“Sir, I paid for this food, and I intend to eat it,” the old man snapped defiantly.
“I don’t think so.” The fat man knocked him aside. “This meat looks mighty fine, and I think I’m going to have a bit.”
Suddenly, he found a hot poker being brandished before his face. “Step back, Mister,” snarled Eileen. “You and your mates have caused enough trouble for one evening. Be off with you and don’t come here again.”
The fat man looked at her with contempt. “You whore!” he spat. “You’ll put that poker down if you know what’s good for you.”
“I’m not as much as a whore as your mother,” Eileen snapped back.
People didn’t survive in these parts without being able to look after themselves. Cursing, the fat man lunged at her and Eileen stuck the hot poker in his face. With a yell of pain, the man staggered back. “Now fuck off, before I make your face uglier than it already is,”’ she shouted.
“Now put the poker down like a good lassie,” said a voice near her ear. At the same time, Eileen felt the cold steel of a knife against her throat. She cursed herself for not keeping an eye out for the other two men. She looked sideways and saw that it was Angus who had crept up behind her. ‘Now I wouldn’t want to slit the throat of a pretty lass like you.” He pressed the blade against her throat a little more to drive home the point. “Not to mention I hate the sight of blood. Drop the poker – now.”
Eileen knew it was futile to resist. The poker fell with a clatter to the floor, and the fat man slowly rose to his feet, rubbing the spot where the poker had burned him. “You know, Caleb, this filly has hurt both of us tonight,” continued Angus.
The big man nodded, a faint grin on his face. “I reckon she owes us. Needs to make up for all the pain she’s caused us.”
Angus nodded, his black eyes gleaming. “Come on,” he ordered her. “Let’s go outside.”
Chapter Two
Eileen realized what they were up to. Turning around, she punched Angus hard sending him reeling to the ground. But Caleb wrapped his big arms around her before she could do anything more and lifted her off the floor. “That’s enough of that, my pretty. Let’s go outside for some real fun.”
He carried Eileen, yelling and kicking outside. His two companions followed him closely, rubbing their hands. The other people in the tavern did nothing to intervene.
As soon as they got outside, Angus hit her viciously across the face. “That’s what you did to me earlier, you cunt,” he snarled.
Eileen looked at him contemptuously, then kicked him hard in the nuts. Angus doubled over, shrieking in pain. When he stood up, he was shaking with rage. “You little whore, you think because you have your lovely looks you can act like a bitch. It’s time you learned how to treat us with the proper respect. But first, I’m going to have a good time fucking your hot young body. Pull up her skirt, Charlie.”
The other small man reached down and pulled up her skirt. Eileen screamed and kicked viciously, but Caleb was too tough for her, holding her tightly in his grip. Charlie pulled her underwear down and gave her pussy a sniff and smiled lasciviously. Angus dropped his own trousers, and Eileen could see his small erect penis rising hesitantly like a tiny rat snake. He stepped forward, an ugly grin on his face.
And then, there was a cough.
It was a quiet sound, barely audible, yet all the men stopped what they were doing and stared at the man who had made it. It was the hooded stranger. “Let the girl go,” he said. It was a simple statement, yet his deep voice cut through the air like a knife.
“This has nothing to do with you,” shouted Caleb angrily. “Mind your own business.”
“And yet I have made it my business.” The stranger walked up to them. “I’m asking you – politely – for the last time. Let the girl go.”
“And we are telling you for the last time.” Angus hadn’t bothered to pull his pants up. “Fuck off and leave us be.”
The stranger sighed. “Very well, if that’s how you want – “
He stopped. From the shadows, Charlie had circled behind him and lunged at him with a knife. The stranger was a big man, yet he moved with startling speed. He dodged the blow and seized Charlie’s wrist. “An attack from behind? Cowardly, but not surprising,” he observed. He twisted the wrist, and there was a crack as it broke. Charlie screamed and fell to the ground, sobbing in pain.
The stranger turned to face the others, and even though his hood partially obscured his face, Eileen fancied she saw a strange fire in his eyes. A taunting smile played on his lips. “Come now,” he said. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid.”
With a roar, Caleb dropped Eileen and charged the hooded man. He waited until Caleb was almost upon him before bending low, seizing his arm and using his momentum to send him crashing into some bins. As Caleb turned shaken, he punched him hard in the midriff and then, as the big man doubled over, he brought his knee swiftly up, smashing it hard against his face. Caleb fell to the floor, his face a bloody mess.
The stranger walked up to Angus, who had been watching the proceedings with an open mouth, and seized his exposed genitals. He squeezed them hard, and Angus shrieked in pain. “So these are the mighty organs with which you wished to ravish this maiden.” He twisted his hand, and Angus sobbed in pain.
“Please, for the love of God, let me go,” he wailed.
Chapter Three
The stranger looked at Angus with hard eyes, and again Eileen fancied she saw the glimmer of a fire within them. “What do you know of the love of God?”
At length he released him, and Angus fell, crying to the ground. “Take your friends and get out. If I see you here again, I will rip your prick off with my bare hands.”
The three men got up slowly and staggered off, Angus still crying in pain.
The man looked at Eileen and averted his gaze. “Your dress is up,”
Eileen realized belatedly that she was naked and hastily pulled her undergarments up and smoothed her dress over. “Thank you, kind sir,” she said. “If you hadn’t been here …”
“You would have been raped and sodomized, your throat slit and your body left here for the animal to eat,” finished the stranger.
Eileen felt the graphic details were unnecessary, but let the matter pass. “What is your name, sir?” she asked.
The stranger considered the question. “My name is not pronounceable in your language. You can call me Drake.”
“Well, Drake, I’m Eileen.”
Drake looked around. “Where is the proprietor of this establishment? I can’t believe he would leave the running of this place to a mere girl.”
Eileen was outraged by the insult. “I think you’ll find that I can manage very well on my own.”
“Yes, we all saw where that got you,” said Drake drily.
Eileen was rapidly tiring of her rescuer’s arrogant attitude. “I’m grateful for your help, but given your lowly opinion of women, perhaps you shouldn’t have gone to the bother.”
“Oh, it was no bother,” replied Drake. “I quite enjoyed myself. And you did show plenty of spirit with those men.”
She was mollified. “Thank you.”
“Of course, your spirit nearly got you killed, but that is neither here nor there,” added Drake. Eileen glared at him, but he continued as if he had not noticed. “Well, I have dallied in this place for too much time a
s it is. Bring me my bill, and I shall be on my way.”
Suddenly, Eileen didn’t want this enigmatic and, it had to be said, a stranger to leave. “Wait!”
Drake turned and looked at her quizzically.
“This place is owned by my father,” said Eileen. “He’s away on business. Why don’t you spend the night here and meet him when he comes tomorrow. I am sure he’d want to reward you for saving me.”
Drake stroked his chin and Eileen couldn’t help noticing that he was eyeing her up and down. “Why should your father reward me when you can do so yourself.”
“How would I reward you?” asked Eileen quizzically.
Drake gestured at her body, and she, at last, got the gist of his meaning. “Excuse me, I’m not a prostitute!” she said hotly.
He looked puzzled. “Yes, I’m aware of that. Otherwise, I’d have offered you money.”
“I shall not be giving you a reward of any kind,” snapped Eileen through gritted teeth. “For money or anything else. You can stay here for free and meet my father in the morning.”
Drake raised his hands. “There is no need to get angry. I was just trying to organize a mutually beneficial arrangement. In any case, I need a place to stay tonight, so I will accept your offer and lodge here tonight.”
“Good,” snapped Eileen. “We close soon, after that I’ll show you to your room.”
He followed her back to the dining room where the other patrons had taken advantage of her absence to depart without settling their dues.
Eileen sighed. “Come on,” she told Drake. “I’ll show you to your room.”
Locking up, she took a lantern and led the way upstairs. The rooms were, as usual, vacant and she took him to the largest one. Drake entered it and looked around. It was still cramped, and a giant rat could be seen scurrying under the table.
“Well, this is the best we’ve got,” said Eileen a little defensively.
I’ve been in worse,” said Drake diplomatically. He removed his hood, and she was struck by how good looking he was. He had brown close-cropped hair, a straight nose, and a powerful jaw. But what was most interesting were his eyes which were brown, but seemed to have a faint glow to them. His proposition wasn’t looking so bad after all. But she was not that sort of girl, Eileen told herself.
He was staring at her now, and Eileen got the distinct feeling that he was undressing her with his eyes. Even more disconcertingly, she found that she liked the attention. “Why don’t you stay a while?” he asked.
“And what would we do?” she asked.
He smiled cheekily. “I’m sure we could think of something.”
Eileen laughed. “You’re persistent, aren’t you?”
Well, you can’t blame a man for trying,” he replied.
She laughed. “Indeed you can’t. But I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you.”
He sighed. “Why is it that the girls around here are so hard to get?”
Because they are,” Eileen said, slipping out the door. “Good night.”
She hurried to her room and closed the door. Between almost being raped and meeting a man for whom she was developing the oddest feelings, Eileen felt quite unnerved. She was tired, however, and quickly fell into a deep sleep, occasionally disturbed by vivid dreams of being ravished by the handsome stranger.
Chapter Four
She got up the next day and went downstairs to find that her father, Sam, had arrived and was talking to Drake. He got up as soon as she came down.
“Darling, are you alright? Drake told me what happened.” Sam looked concerned and worried.
“Yes, I'm all right, Dad, fortunately, Drake was there to sort those men out.”
Sam turned to Drake with a smile on his face. “I owe you a great deal, young man. What can I give you for saving my daughter’s life?”
“Nothing, thank you,” demurred Drake. “It was my pleasure.”
“Nonsense!” said Sam. “It is the least I can do.”
“No, I cannot accept anything,” said Drake. “I just stayed back to make sure that Eileen was OK. Now that you’re back, I’ll be on my way.”
“I see.” Sam’s brow furrowed. “Tell me, where are you going?”
“Nowhere in particular,” replied Drake. “I’m heading south for the summer.”
“Well, perhaps you’d like to stay here for a while. There’s plenty to do, and you can look after things when I’m away.”
“I don’t want to impose.”
“It’s no imposition,” insisted Sam. “You’d be helping me out. I can’t offer much – just a small stipend plus room and board.”
“I don’t know,” Drake hesitated. He turned to Eileen. “What do you think?”
“I believe that it's an excellent idea!” exclaimed Eileen. She stopped herself as she felt she was too enthusiastic. “That is if you don’t have anywhere particular to go.”
Drake let his gaze linger on her a moment. “Very well,” he said, making up his mind. “I will accept your offer.”
“Great!” Sam looked relieved. “Let’s have breakfast, and I’ll show you around.”
Eileen prepared a hearty breakfast to celebrate her father’s return, and both men tucked into the food with relish. Afterward, Sam showed Drake about the place while she washed the plates and cleaned up the area. The inn was their primary source of income, supplements by a small farm out back with poultry and a few pigs. The bar was hardly profitable given the run down area it operated in, so Sam traveled often trading clothes and knick knacks in an attempt to make money.
While Drake’s duties were to ostensibly assist Sam in his work, it was evident that his primary role was to protect Eileen - a necessity given the nature of many of the people who lived around them. Sam often worried how his daughter would protect herself, especially when he wasn’t around, and although she did her best to assure him, his worst fears were confirmed by what had occurred. He was determined to ensure that it wouldn’t happen again.
And Drake made an excellent bodyguard. He was a tall, broad-shouldered young man. Eileen came upon him chopping firewood bare chested one day and found herself staring in awe at his huge, rippling muscles. He was clearly a man of great strength and power. From the way he fought, he appeared to be a soldier or mercenary, but there were no scars or marks on his face or body. Indeed, his skin had an almost golden glow to it.
He looked up, and Eileen tried to hide the fact that she had been staring at him. The sight of the sweat glistening on his muscular body had made her quite weak in the knees. He smiled, and she gave him a nod and hurried away.
Drake came into the kitchen as Eileen was preparing lunch. “How was your day?” she asked, hoping to keep things polite and casual. The last thing she needed was a romance with her father’s assistant.
Drake didn’t answer. Instead, he wrapped his strong arms around her and kissed her passionately on her lips. Eileen’s first reaction was shock – and a desire to pull back. But he was a great kisser, and his hard, ripped body felt great pressed against hers.
She relaxed and was somewhat mortified to find herself kissing him back. Their tongues entwined, and she ran her hands over the rippling muscles of his back as they embraced.
At last, they parted. “Well, that was … odd,” laughed Eileen feeling somewhat embarrassed.
“What was odd about it?” Drake stared at her with a disconcerting directness.
“Oh, you know, you work for my father and all.” She was feeling increasingly lame.
“I want you, Eileen.” He said it matter-of-factly. “Don’t you want me?”
She sighed. “I do. But I don’t want my father to find out.”
“Why not?” he asked quizzically.
“I just don’t,” she said, firmly. “Ever.”
He shrugged. “As you wish.” He picked her up and started carrying her upstairs.
“What are you doing?” she demanded.
Drake looked surprised by the question. “Taking you upstairs to
make love to you, of course.”
Eileen was exasperated. “Are you nuts? My father will be back any minute. Put me down this minute.”
He obediently put her down. “Well, when can we consummate our relationship? I can tell you want it as bad as I do.”
She gaped at him. Had she really been that transparent? “Not anytime soon,” she told him coldly, before stomping off.
That night as Eileen was dozing off, there was a knock on her door. She was alarmed, unable to think why anyone would want to come to her room. Picking up a large stick, she cautiously opened the door. When she saw who it was, she sighed and put the stick down.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Well, now that your father is asleep, I was hoping …” said Drake.
“My dad is sleeping in the next room!” she snapped.
“Do not worry,” said Drake. “The old man won't wake.”
“No, it’s too …” Eileen couldn’t complete the sentence. Drake seized her in his arms and kissed her passionately on her lips. She was reminded again how good he felt pressed against her body. “…risky,” she whispered when he finally released her.
Chapter Five
Drake led her to the bed and began unzipping his trousers. “You know, Drake, this is really not a good idea,” began Eileen, trying to take control of the situation. Once again, she stopped half way. Drake had just casually fished out his penis, and she found herself looking at the biggest cock she had ever seen.
“What’s the matter?” asked Drake, noticing her gawking at his shaft. “Have you not seen a man’s organ?”
“What? Of course, I have.” She had a hard time looking away from Drake’s monster prick. Eileen had fooled around with a few lads from the village, but none could match this for length – or girth. She reached out tentatively and took it. Her fingers barely wrapped around the semi-erect organ. She gently stroked it, feeling it growing harder in her hand.
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