by Powerone
William smiled in pleasure when he bottomed out in the darkest depths of her bowels. He flexed his cock and felt her ass muscles ripple along the shaft as if she wanted to massage his cock with her ass. He stopped for a second to savor the moment and then withdrew. He felt her muscles clench on his cock as he pulled out as if she didn’t want him to leave until only the domed head of his cock was trapped by her tight anal ring.
It felt like his organ sucked out her insides when he withdrew. She felt the wetness, squeezing her muscles tight on his organ, fearing she’s shame herself with the wetness.
“Look how her ass hole grips his cock so urgently,” Hugh instructed Caitlin.
“OOOOOWW, nnnnooo mooorre, takkke it ouuttttt!” Her cry of pain and despair filled the room.
“Look at her face, clenched in agony as his cock fills her once again. He’s stretching her deep inside, his cock long and demanding. Soon, he’ll have her singing another tune.” Hugh teased Caitlin.
Orla’s eyes popped open wide each time he shoved his organ deep inside her bowels, the stretching pain unbearable. Why does he take me there? His organ moved relentlessly in and out, burning up her backside.
Robert was ready to help out Lord William now. He saw the tear-stained face of Orla as William reamed out her ass hole with his cock. He smiled, knowing the pleasure that William got from her. He moved next to her hanging breasts, eager to pluck at her big nipples. He rolled then until they grew, tweaking them to greater hardness. “Feel his cock inside you. The only way to end this is to give him his pleasure. Grip his cock with your ass muscles. Clench hard and tight and he’ll reward you when he cums inside you.”
Her ass was alive with his driving organ reaming her out. He shoved in so deep that her stomach cramped around it, but he didn’t stop until she took the entire organ inside her. It felt like she ate an entire pig. Now, the man was playing with her nipples as she struggled to keep her ass arched up high and kept away from the sharp points on the flower beneath her. She tried to concentrate on ending her misery. She felt the way his organ rubbed the soft, sensitive membranes inside her rectum and the way her anal ring gripped the slick shaft as it slid up and down. Even the way his balls slammed into her backside, when he shoved in so hard, sent shudders through her body. She began to feel a heat inside her that she never expected, but she let her body go so she could end it all.
Yet, she still cried out the denial for all to hear. “NNNooo, morrre, pleeeeease, take it outtttt! You’re burning me uppppp; it’s making me so…” She gripped her hands tight as she took his powerful thrusts inside her ass.
“Yes, I knew you’d love a big cock in your ass. I’ll help you. Clench on his cock while I bring you pleasure.” Robert ran his hands between her legs, careful to avoid the sharp flower, but he found her slit and wasn’t surprised that she was wet. His hand slid up until he found her hard, throbbing pleasure button stand out so prominently as if it waited for his touch. He ran his finger over the tip of it, back and forth, and soon it, was his fingernail that scratched across the sensitive nub.
She felt something different, pleasure, as the man rubbed her so expertly. The pain was different now; it still hurt, but it hurt good. Her body heaved wildly, shoving up to meet the powerful thrusts of Lord William, desperate to feel more of his hard organ slide into the depths of her bowels. His finger went to rubbing her pleasure button to a sharp scratching with his fingernail. She began to writher and twist her body from the double assault, front, and back.
William grunted in pure pleasure when he felt her fuck back. He didn’t know why or care why. Whatever she felt was no consequences to him, all that mattered to him was the delightful tightening muscular contractions that rippled on his cock with each spasm of her young, tight body. His thrusts in her ass grew harder as his pleasure built up.
Orla felt the fingers tug, pinch, and scratch her pleasure button, and she grew frantic, shoving back harder and faster as the cock in her ass speeded up. He slammed into her ass with such power that he rocked her body, but he pulled out and shoved back in unmercifully.
William couldn’t have held back any longer if he tried. The spastic clasping of her ass muscles provided too much stimulation. He was ready to cum. He grunted as he exerted so much power behind each thrust, pounding into her ass hole with his hard cock. He shoved in deep, and as soon as he hit the darkest depths of her bowels, he spurted inside her. He pumped his hips as his cock spurted his powerful seed inside her as her muscles clenched to milk his seed from his balls. Every muscle in his body grew taut as he remained still while he enjoyed the way her powerful internal ass muscles rang every drop of cum from his balls.
She was shamed when she felt the hot seed flood her guts. His organ jerked and shuddered as it continued to spew out his hot seed. The man continued to rub her pleasure button, and she exploded in pleasure with each spurt of seed inside her. Her muscles rang out the next spurt, increasing her orgasm with each spurt. She couldn’t believe that she came with him, but the smell of sex and his seed filled the room. He slumped on her back, and she struggled to keep off the cruel flower beneath her. She used all her internal muscles to squeeze his organ out, and she felt all his seed flow out when she squeezed his organ out.
They took her off the iron device, and she struggled to breathe as she stood up, her face flushed with shame and her thighs thick with his drying seed. They put her back in the iron rack, the same one when they first brought her here, except now she was naked, Elan and Caitlin were still dressed and unmolested.
Chapter 11
Repairs and Revenge
Harkin’s ship limped along, but there was no way they would make the continent. The sails could barely contain any wind; they were too damaged from the warship’s cannons. They proceeded cautiously along the coast of Scotland; staying far enough from the large amounts of islands until they found one where they could take a chance of landing and making the repairs. They were running out of food and fresh water, down to eating fish when they could catch them.
Harkin looked through the spyglass. It was the first island that they saw that looked promising. It wasn’t very big, but it had a wide, sandy beach. There was a small harbor with six small fishing boats in it. There were small huts along the water’s edge and smoke came from their chimneys. By all reckoning, this should be Barra Isle, the southernmost island of Scotland. There couldn’t be more than a hundred people on the isle, if that and many would be women and children. He had to take a chance. He still had over twenty soldiers on board, but he hoped he could avoid any bloodshed. He needed a place to fix his ship, get some food and water, and be on his way.
“Head for the northern edge of the beach. It’s out of sight of the harbor. We’ll moor off the shore where the water is calm. I’ll take a skiff and ten men to check out the village. Be on watch while we’re gone.”
The water was calm, not much in the way of waves. They made the beach in short time, pulling the skiff up and carrying it to the edge of the beach so they could hide it in the brush. They first headed for the village to see if there’d be trouble. There was a prominent point that rose up high where they could survey all around.
He watched the village, not many men around now. There had to be more boats out fishing, too early for fisherman to end the day now. This would be a good time to go into the village and see how friendly it was. Ten men were too many to take. They would be too threatening. It was a chance he’d have to take. He took two men with him, though he did pick the largest and meanest of the bunch.
The activity in the village picked up as soon as they were spotted. His other men were out of sight, but they were ready if there was trouble. By the time they reached the village, there were about twenty people standing around, most of them men, but they were older. They had knives in their belts, but they didn’t look menacing.
Ian looked at the three men, Irishmen for sure. They were well armed, only three, but Ian knew that they had a ship nearby which meant there were more, thou
gh he didn’t know how many. They didn’t get many visitors here. If they stopped, they were in trouble with their ship or lacked food and water. He saw the one that was the leader.
“Welcome, stranger. I’m Ian head of the MacNeil clan. We don’t get many visitors here.”
“I’m Harkin, head of the Donoghue clan of Shire Kerry. We don’t mean to make any trouble. Our ship is in need of repair and we’re about out of water and have been living on fish for a week now.” They sized each other up.
“Where’s your ship?”
“We’re north of the beach, moored just off shore. We wanted to give you a wide berth. We aren’t here to make trouble, but we’d be obliged if we could cut some timber, secure some water and maybe hunt for wild game. I reckon it will take us two to three weeks to finish the work. We don’t have much money that would do you much good, but we have some things we can trade.”
“We don’t have a lot, but we’d never turn down someone in need, as long as you keep your distance. How many of you are there?”
He wouldn’t lie to him, he’d find out on his own. “Thirty. We’ll stay out of the village, except for me. I can come back tomorrow and see if you can help us and maybe do some trading.”
“You’re welcome to the trees, but take them further away from the village so we don’t have to go so far when we need lumber. There are many wild animals that are good to eat, plentiful enough that we’ll share. Come back tomorrow and I’ll show you where you can get fresh water. It’s not too far from where your ship is, if I figure correctly.”
“I can’t thank you enough. We’ll be on our way now.”
“Come in the morning and I’ll have a sheep carved up for you. It should last you a day or two at least.” Thirty men eat a lot, especially when they’re hungry.
“My men will certainly be obliged. It’s nice meeting you, Ian.”
Harkin left and never turned around to look back. He wanted to instill trust in their first meeting. They met up with the other men, and they all went back to the ship. “We should be good. We’ll have lamb tomorrow.” The men cheered that news.
The next few days Harkin and Ian became good friends, though they always were a bit hesitant. Ian showed him where the water was good, and he got to see their ship.
“Looks like you had more trouble than just a storm.” The damage was done by cannons, not Mother Nature. “Are you pirates?”
“No, Irishmen that don’t take a liking to English rule.” He hoped he didn’t offend him.
“We’re not big enough for the English king to bother us, but I suspect someday he might. I’ll decide then how I feel about that.” He saw the men on his ship, most weren’t sailors; they were soldiers. He suspected that the English wanted them for raiding their villages, but he made no mention of that. He didn’t want them to get any idea and raid his village. Ian had more men, but they weren’t soldiers and didn’t take to killing unless absolutely necessary.
“You’ll have to decide then how you feel about it, but we’ll not bother your village or your people. You have my word as an Irish gentleman.”
“I’ll take you on your word.”
* * * *
William wanted no part of Dingle once he got what he sought, Lord Harkin’s lovely wife. Dingle had no strategic position and was only good as a fishing village. It was too far from Wexford for him to hold and protect. He suspected that Harkin would come home and want revenge, but once he found his wife was his prisoner, he’d have to cease his attacks on English villages. Or else. It would be weeks or months before that would happen, and William would enjoy the company of his wife and her two lovely ladies.
“Set sail at first light. Take what you want from the village but don’t burn it. Give them something to come home to.”
Caitlin felt the ship set sail, and she feared what would happen. He didn’t come to molest her; he wanted her as his prisoner. After seeing what they did to Orla, she feared what they’d continue to do to the three of them and where they’d be taken.
Lugaed hid out with seven other men that managed to escape the village as it was plundered. They weren’t soldiers, just fisherman. They fought at first, but they soon found themselves overpowered in strength and numbers. They slipped out of the village and suffered in silence as they watched from afar the fate of the village. They saw many of their friends and family slain by the soldiers. The rest were taken captive, and from the sounds that came from the village at night, the women were not treated with respect.
Then, Lugaed saw Lord Harkin’s wife, Caitlin, taken along with her two ladies. They were bound and taken aboard one of the ships, the largest one. Is that what they came for? Lord Harkin had taken two ships to raid the English villages to harass them. Was this the English answer to his raids? The men that took the village weren’t English but Normans. The Normans did the English king’s dirty work. Lugaed had to find where they would take Caitlin. Harkin would return and seek out his wife and get revenge. The Norman force was large and powerful; Harkin couldn’t take a chance and raid each Norman stronghold. He’d need to know her whereabouts beforehand.
“Let’s get the ship and set out to sea before morning. We’re going to follow them and hope they don’t decide to chase us.” Lugaed knew it would be risky, but Lord Harkin’s family had been good to the village for many generations.
By the time the sun came up, Lugaed’s ship was far out to sea. He looked through the telescope and saw the sails rise up in the harbor. They slowly began to move. Lugaed was grateful when he saw no smoke rise up from the village. They had spared it, though he still feared for the survivors. They took as much food as they could find, hoping they wouldn’t have to go far. He suspected where the Normans would go, but he had to be positive.
* * * *
On the other side of Ireland, the three ships arrived at the harbor in Wexford. Most carried supplies and more soldiers, but it also carried a special cargo. Lady Alastair de Barry strode off the ship with two ladies-in-waiting accompanying her. Her luggage included six trunks, but the wife of Lord William de Barry needed to look good to her subjects.
Alastair hated coming to this Irish town, but she was beholden to her husband. He had conquered the Irish, and now, he was the ruler of this part of Ireland. He was given all the rights and land, and he’d live there. She was expected to be with him. She hoped it was civilized. If not, William would surely make it civilized. He was a ruthless master to those he conquered, and she found no fault in that. She had married him ten years ago, the marriage arranged for political reasons. Her father was an important member of the aristocracy, and William was an up-and-coming warrior. He didn’t have a pedigree background, so her marriage to him would give him entrance into higher society.
She was a fine woman, long brown hair, beautiful green eyes, with a lovely figure that she kept in its prime, though she shared it little with William. He was a bit uncouth in the bedroom, and she did her wifely duties when she had to, but she preferred that he get his pleasure from the whores and the unfortunates that made their way into his dungeon. Yes, she knew about his dungeon. That was his business, and she wouldn’t interfere. It was better that men took their perverse pleasures from women that had no choices in life.
She arrived at the house and was surprised that it was that nice. She hadn’t expected that, but she was glad. Wexford wasn’t that bad from what she saw. “Where is my husband?” She asked curtly to the butler at the door.
“He’s off, m’lady. He set off on some urgent business for King Henry II, but he’s expected back within a week. He didn’t expect you to arrive so early.” He could see the anger in her eye and tried to avoid her wrath. “Your rooms are ready, m’lady.”
“Very well,” she huffed. “Come, ladies, you have much work to do before dinner. I want all of my things put away.” She turned to the butler before she went upstairs. “Have some tea ready for me. I’ll be down soon. I hope the tea here is presentable.”
“Yes, m’lady, it’s fine Eng
lish tea. Lord William had it sent on especially for you.”
She left him without saying a word. She went to her bedroom, the one next to her husband’s room. Her two ladies, Jocelyn and Rose, were already unpacking her clothes. Both had been with her since she married Lord William and had proved adequate. Now that they were in this strange land, they would be more valuable; Alistair was sure that she wouldn’t find many suitable ladies in this new land. “Come down for tea when you’re done.”
Over the next week, Alistair went out among the village, though she did take soldiers with her and her ladies. She had seen the riff-raff in the village and many of men looked at her with evil intentions in their eyes. They had been conquered by her husband, and there was much animosity. She didn’t let that bother her; William was too powerful for anyone to try to cross him.
It didn’t take her long to find out where the dungeon was in the house. All she had to do was follow the servants. Even prisoners had to be fed. She stayed in the distance but followed Henry, the head butler, go down a dark corridor. He opened a door, and the flickering light reflected off the wall from the doorway. He went through the doorway, but he shut the heavy door behind him. It closed with a loud thud. She waited for a few minutes for him to get to his destination, and then, she went down the hallway. The door was made of heavy, roughhewn wood, no windows in it and it was secured with an iron latch and lock. She waited for a second, and then, opened it. There was a long, stone stairway going down, with two small torches that lit it, but below, it was brighter. She took her time going down the stairs, the stone wet from the coldness. When she got to the bottom, she saw the room. It was everything she expected from William. The furniture, if you could call it that, was heavy and bolted to the floor. There were chains on the walls and some came down from the ceiling. There was a large fireplace that had a fire in it to keep out some of the dampness and the cold, but she suspected it was for William, not his prisoners. There were five cells, all of them had big, wooden doors, but they had windows in them with iron bars. She saw one of them open, and she walked over to it.
