by Powerone
William grew more excited at Elan’s expertise. He grabbed her head in his hands and pulled her down into his lap as his cock sank deeper in her mouth. He felt her struggle for a moment, but Philip was ready with the whip.
Lord William became more demanding, grabbing her hair and twisting the tendrils in his powerful fingers to drag her down into his lap. She felt his pubic hairs rub on her face, but it was his organ she had to contend with as it filled her mouth and pressed against her throat. She knew better than to try to push him away, her hands stayed where they were, to stroke his shaft and clench his balls.
“Deeper, Elan, take it in your throat,” he ordered her. He felt her body tense up as he pulled her further down, but then, he felt her surrender. The head of his cock felt like it was in a vise as he pushed up with his hips and slowly rotated them as if he were trying to pull a cork out of a bottle of wine. He began to have success; the head of his cock suddenly was grasped in the tight confines of her throat when she gagged on his cock. He had to hold her tighter when she struggled, but he soon had the head of his cock fully embedded in her throat. He began to move his hips, slowly and deliberately, feeling her muscles ripple along the head with such delightful contractions. Her hand could no longer stroke his shaft, more of his cock was embedded in her mouth and throat, but her other hand continued to milk his balls.
It felt like a wooden bar was shoved down her throat. She choked and gagged, but he wouldn’t relent. It filled her throat in spite of her efforts to push it out. His hips moved more urgently now, and she hoped that he’d end this misery soon. She rubbed, clenched, and squeezed his balls, knowing that is where his seed was. It would fill her mouth, but at least it would be done.
He pulled her deeper into his lap, but he knew he’d have to relent, but he had no desire to shoot his seed into her throat. He wanted to see her mouth fill with his potent seed and for her to swallow it. He released the tense grip on her head and allowed her mouth to back off until the head of his cock popped out of her throat loudly for all to hear. “Use your tongue on my cock and make me cum in your mouth.” His voice rippled with impending excitement.
Her tongue just started to move when he erupted in her mouth. It was much more than she expected; the hot fluid was thick and covered her tongue with a blanket of hot crème. She continued to run her tongue over his organ, but that only inspired more of his seed to shoot out. Her fingers on his balls milked them until the organ shot again in her mouth. She couldn’t contain it all in her mouth after the second time he shot, swallowing the load in her mouth with a loud gulp, but he already filled her with more of his seed. Two more times he shot into her mouth until she finally felt his organ shrink. Her tongue licked it to scoop up every single drop and swallow it before she would push it out. She was finally able to kneel back up, her back creaked from the position he had her in. She saw all the men look at her, knowing that her chin still bore the scars of his leaking seed. She couldn’t look at Caitlin or Olan, too shamed at what she’d done, in spite of them having done the same. She watched as Lord William got off the bed and dressed, but she heard a rustling behind her. When she turned around, she was confronted by Dr. Philip, as he undressed. She knew she wasn’t finished yet, but she couldn’t do anything, his hand still held the whip. She looked down as he revealed his organ, hard and ready for her.
“Kneel on the bed, hands, and knees,” he ordered her. He raised the hand that held the whip slightly in the air. That was all it took for her to get into position. “Spread your legs wider, open up for me,” he urged her.
She felt the bed sink down as he got on, and it took a second before she felt his hands on her naked hips. The next touch she felt was his hot organ as it bounced on her naked cheeks when he moved closer. He pulled her head up by her hair until she was forced to stare at all the men. They’d all see the shame on her face.
He rubbed his cock up and down her slit, still wet with her juices and that of William but cared little for that wasn’t where he’d sheath his cock. He turned the whip around until the white, ivory handle jutted out in front of him. He moved it down until it ran through the sharp divide of her buttocks, slowly rolling it over her tiny, brown anus before he found the slick lips of her pussy peek out from behind.
She turned her head suddenly when she felt it. It wasn’t his organ. It was too hard. She saw it in his hand, the handle of the whip poised behind her. She saw the serpent etched in the ivory with all the intricate carvings and raised ridges. It was thick, as thick as his organ, but it wasn’t flesh. “No, don’t put that in me. Give me your organ. Let me give it such pleasure,” she begged, anything but the handle of the whip.
“You’ll give my cock its pleasure, but not there. Hold still or I’ll have the men come over and hold you, and as they do, they’ll make you suck their cocks while I fuck you.”
She had no choice, not wanting any more men next to her, knowing that there were ten of them, and if she took one, the others would want their pleasure from her mouth. She turned her head and faced the men again as she felt the whip’s hard handle slowly spread the lips of her pussy open. She could feel all the raised ridges, bumps, and protrusions of the serpent pass through her reluctant hole. It wasn’t long ago she was a virgin, and now, she took something much harder and thicker inside her hole. Her bottom raised up as the handle filled her, more than Lord William’s organ had done. It pushed all the way to the end until it sat heavily against her cervix.
Philip greased up his cock, not for her but for him. If he took her ass dry, it would tear up his cock from the friction. He wanted to slide in deep and easy. He fisted his cock and placed the head over the tiny hole of her anus. It covered it, but he felt the spasms of her anus on his head. Her body shivered, and he dug his hand deep into her hip to steady her while his other hand gripped the shaft of his cock to keep it from bending. “Take it, Elan. Open up your ass and take me in.” His hand on her hip pushed her up higher, her back arched and her butt wagged in the air. He pushed with his hips, and the head of his cock began to stretch her anal ring around the slick head.
She braced for a sudden penetration, but he took her slowly. She didn’t know which was worse. Her body was so tense. Her anus began to flutter open under the brutal thrust of his hips, and the head of his organ began to enter her. It took long minutes before the head of his organ pushed into her backside; Elan cried out, fearing she’d be torn by his organ.
“So hot and tight.” He used two hands to hold her hips and slowly impaled her on his cock. It felt so good, taking her slowly, inch by inch of pure pleasure for him and agony for her.
It was worse than the whip handle that was used inside her pussy. It felt like one giant log was between her legs and it sought out some deep place inside her body. His organ jerked and shuddered as it slowly tunneled into a place that had no desire to be impaled by an organ. It was just as bad when it withdrew as when he pressed forward. She bit her lip as she tried to contend with the stretching by his organ.
As soon as his abdomen pushed against her backside, she knew he was fully embedded. He made his cock twitch and felt her muscles react, to clench and cling to his cock with ripples of pleasure. He ripped his cock back until only the head was trapped by her tight anal ring and then sent it back in with a powerful thrust. Her head reared up as she cried out. He’d twisted the whip handle in her pussy so she’d feel every protrusion.
“OOOOW!” It felt like he drove his organ through her body and tried to come out her mouth. Her insides curled around the ravaging organ; the whip handle turned and twisted to rub her insides raw by the carved serpent. She didn’t realize that she’d have to take every inch of his organ, and it was quite formidable. Her stomach cramped around it when he pushed in too hard or shoved out on the elastic walls of her intestines. But, he cared little except for his pleasure, and he soon slapped her ass until she gripped his organ with the inner muscles of her backside.
She didn’t know that he could last that long, but he took her b
ackside with punishing thrusts that jerked her body forward, only to have his hands pull her back onto his rampaging organ. Forced to clench her muscles on his organ, she finally felt the shameful wetness as he spurted deep into her bowels. She could smell his seed as he continued to shove his organ in and out until he had spurted repeatedly inside her guts. Only then did she get any relief. His organ pulled out, and she felt the wetness drip out her tiny hole. Then, the whip handle was pulled out as her body was allowed to slump to the bed in exhaustion.
Chapter 14
A Plan Gone Wrong
It was three weeks before they had the ship seaworthy. There were more repairs to be made, but the sails would hold wind, and the rest of the repairs were above the water line, so they could be repaired as they sailed. Harkin was eager to get home, as well as the other men. They’d lost too many good men.
“I want to thank you for honoring your word, Harkin.” Ian was skeptical of his promise, but there hadn’t been any trouble since he came on the island. They traded some of his treasures for supplies and equipment. Ian thought he got the best of the deals, but the treasures would have little value to Harkin if he couldn’t get his ship home.
“We have no arguments with you or the Scots. I suspect that one day, we’ll both be on the same side against the English king. He has his eyes on our lands. As soon as he is no longer preoccupied, he’ll set off to conquer us both.”
“That might be true, but until then, we’ll try to live in peace. Good luck on your voyage home. I hope you make it past the English warships. Maybe you’ll be lucky and they went home.” Ian knew it would be a dangerous passage home for him. If an English warship spotted him, he wouldn’t have a chance. He couldn’t outrun or outgun them, especially in his ship’s state of repair.
* * * *
Luck was with them. They had gentle swells, a good breeze, and no English warships in sight. The repaired sails held the wind as though they were new, and the men’s spirits began to pick up the closer they got to home. It got much better when the shore of Ireland appeared, though they tried to stay in open waters in case the English still hunted them.
The excitement on the deck picked up when Dingle Bay came into view. It felt like the ship sailed faster as if was just as anxious to get home as the men. The excitement turned to fear when they saw the village. It was still there, but there was no doubt that it suffered, the scars of a battle littered it. Harkin felt some relief; it hadn’t been burned to the ground, his hopes that many survived were aided by the sight of the fishing boats still in the harbor. As they neared the harbor, the people came out, hesitant at first, but they gradually came to the dock. There wasn’t as many as before. Harkin scanned the castle with his spyglass, but he saw nothing of Caitlin. His heart began to pound faster.
They quickly tied the ship to the dock, all the men eagerly got off to see if their friends and family were still alive. There was talk of a Norman raid on the village, but Harkin didn’t wait to hear it. He headed off to the castle.
Lugaed saw him coming up to the gate, and he stepped in Lord Harkin’s path. “She’s not here.” He saw the terror in Lord Harkin’s eyes.
He feared the worse, but then, it dawned on him that if she wasn’t here, at least she probably was alive. “Did she escape into the hills?” He’d left his best men to protect her and hoped they were successful.
“No, Lord Harkin. The Normans overrun the village and took the castle with ease. All of your guards were slain. The Norman leader, Lord William de Barry, captured her and her handmaidens. He came with many ships, and they took them aboard and left.”
Harkin feared the Normans and what they might do to his wife. They were ruthless. The Normans occupied a large portion of Eastern Ireland, and she could be anywhere. He didn’t have many men left, and he was sure that many lost their families. He couldn’t ask them to search enemy lands for his wife. “How long ago?”
“Weeks, many weeks.”
“I must find her, Lugaed.”
“I know, Lord Harkin. That is why I followed them. I know where they’ve taken her.” He saw the look of relief on his face. He was glad that he did it, in spite of all the dangers in doing it.
“Where, where?”
“She’s being held by Lord William in Wexford. He has taken over one of the large houses; he has your wife and her handmaidens jailed there. I have a friend that works for him in his household. She has told me that they are alive.”
“Has he harmed her?” Wexford was one of the Norman strongholds. He couldn’t sail into the harbor with one ship to rescue her. But, his mind began to plan her rescue for he wouldn’t stop until he rescues her or lose his life trying.
“I’m afraid that the Norman lord has taken her and her maidens in his dungeons, on his ship and in the house. The man is a degenerate and does unspeakable things to the women he captures, but there is no permanent harm that has come to her. “There’s one more thing, Lord Harkin. The Norman lord left a message for you. If you surrender to him in Wexford, he’ll release your wife.”
“And hang me, I suppose?”
“Yes, Lord Harkin. You’ll be hung in the square for all to see, including your wife.”
“Do you think he’d release her?”
“No, Lord Harkin; he’s not an honorable man. I suspect that she’d be hung alongside of you.”
He felt sorry that Caitlin and her handmaidens had to suffer because of him, but he vowed to take her from his clutches. “How about the village here, how many did we lose?”
* * * *
The village had lost a third of the people, most of them men. The Normans spared the life of the women and they didn’t burn the village. Harkin began to plan the rescue. He was glad that Lugaed followed the Normans, and it was good news that he had a trusted person on the inside, even though it was a woman. He’d need every bit of information about the guards and the layout of the house if he expected to be successful. The only way he’d do it was with a small group of men and surprise. The Normans wouldn’t expect anything that bold. “We set sail tomorrow.”
Harkin took a small group of men, ten soldiers, the rest were sailors. The sailors would stay on the ship and be ready for the escape. They set sail at the first sign of the dawn. “We’ll moor the ship north of Waterford and take to the land to go north to Wexford.” It was about thirty-five miles, but they’d have to take a circular route to stay away from anyone that might alert the Normans.
They dressed as farmers and entered Wexford. It was worse than Harkin expected. The Norman soldiers were everywhere. The harbor held at least six Norman ships and even the pubs were filled with Norman soldiers. They squeezed into a small booth way in the back, Lugaed and Harkin along with Brea. The rest of his men spread out at the other tables to be less conspicuous.
“I want to thank you for helping me, Brea. I don’t know how to repay you.” Brea was a lovely woman, and she took such a risk to help him.
“Don’t get caught or get me caught,” she warned him. “I don’t know how you’re going to do it, not with ten men. I don’t know how you’d do it with fifty. There are more guards now, just in the last couple of days. I think he suspects something, but I’m not sure. I have to be careful.”
“It’ll have to be tonight. We can’t take a chance of being caught in the village. The longer we’re here, the more chance of them seeing our ship. Can you get us into the house tonight?”
“Yes, but as soon as I do, I need to leave. It’s too risky for me.” She handed him the hand-drawn map of the house that she meticulously made over the last couple of weeks. “There’s a back door here, in the alley way. It’s only used to bring in supplies to the storeroom in the cellar, but in the cellar, there is a stairway that goes to the pantry next to the kitchen. If you go up the stairs close to midnight, no one will be in the kitchen.” She showed them the layout of the house. “The dungeon is here, down these stairs. There is only one way in and out. It’s heavily guarded from the upstairs, but also downstairs
, there are guards. Last night, I counted at least a dozen of them downstairs and ten upstairs. It’s as though they are waiting for you.”
That was too many men for them to fight in such close quarters and expect to rescue Caitlin and escape with their lives. “Can you tell us how many men downstairs tonight, just before midnight?” He’d decide then if it was possible.
“Yes, but then, I’m off. If you do this, I’m leaving the house forever. I don’t want to take a chance that they’ll discover me.” Brea was scared for her own safety. She’d done as much as she could.
“Okay.” This would be their only chance. It was tonight or never. “Tell me about the rest of the house.” He went over the rest of the houses, including the second floor where Lord William resided with his wife. He wasn’t surprised that they had separate bedrooms far away from each other. With the women he kept in the dungeon, his wife had to know of his perchance to seek his captives’ pleasure, but she wouldn’t want to be in close proximity to him.
* * * *
He and his men were quiet as church mice as they went down into the storeroom. Brea was waiting for them, and she had her bag with her. She was serious about leaving the employ of Lord William. They huddled in the corner next to the stairway.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “There are six men near the entrance to the dungeon, with another four in the kitchen having tea. I sent fourteen dinners down to the dungeon, all for guards. It’s a long stairway down, and you’ll be exposed before you reach bottom.” It was all bad news. With ten men, he didn’t stand a chance.
