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The Tonisian Distillation
Part III
When de’Boril arrived in the tower’s dining room, about ten minutes after the eighth bell, Cook had already seated Leftenant Lyle and served him a light soup. From the hard look she gave him, Gerard knew his cook was a bit put out with him. Usually he was prompt; especially when there were guests in the house, which was a rare event in itself!
As he seated himself in his chair at the head of the table, Gerard apologized to the leftenant. "Please forgive me. My work is at a pivotal point at the moment, and it is difficult to pull away." Lyle nodded; he had just taken a spoon full of soup. Perfectly all right, he seemed to be saying. Cook set a bowl of the light vegetable broth in front of him. "Oh, Cook, I sent Gretel on a little errand. She should be back shortly, but please don’t be cross with her."
Gerard’s cook was a woman of early middle years, the widow of one of his battalion sergeant majors. She had taken over the kitchen of the tower with about as much delicacy as her husband had once instructed new recruits, but the food she prepared was outstanding. Though in the past Gerard had rarely noticed, Cook was actually a fine looking woman for her age. The hard work of running the kitchen with little help kept her in excellent shape. She was actually quite attractive, with largish breasts hidden behind her thick apron, and a slim waist flaring to wide hips beneath her heavy skirts. De’Boril felt his penis twitch in response to the woman’s presence.
Amanda Everett, as she had once been known before becoming ‘Cook’, was put out with the master of the castle. He was perfectly aware that she required the girl’s help when serving meals! When Gretel hadn’t returned immediately from running to tell the master the table was set, she’d had to hunt the second floor maid down and draft her. And, while Anne was perfectly capable of doing the job, Gretel was more familiar with what was needed. Everything had been slowed down! And now, the master was telling her it was his fault! "Certainly Milord, there was no difficulty. We will be having pheasant, served with a fresh loaf of denderan bread and a vegetable mix. It will be out shortly." The woman turned and disappeared through the door to the kitchens, giving her master no sign of her displeasure.
De’Boril returned his attention to the leftenant. "She’s a fine woman, been with me for three years now. Her husband was killed at Kensington Gap during the Harris Uprising. Good man." For the next half-hour the two men, one young, one old, talked of history, the military and various other things that interested both. In the back of de’Boril’s mind though, thoughts were swirling.
His patriotic feelings for the realm were fading fast. In its place was growing the desire for personal power. He’d always been ambitious. He’d even had plans to have himself named heir when the prince finally passed on. But now, now he was thinking of not only the Tonisian Principality, but of the surrounding countries as well. If his little experiment tonight with the young leftenant proved successful, He could infiltrate any number of positions of power! Yes, he thought, with the use of a few oh-so-willing women and his own active participation, he’d have the majority of the higher ranking nobles doing his bidding in no time at all!
About midway through the meal, Gretel returned to help the cook. She was dressed in another of her peasant dresses, though this one was extremely low-cut at the bosom. Cook glowered at her when the girl slipped into the kitchen, and asked her where the devil she’d been. The young maid shrugged, but wouldn’t elaborate on what the master had had her doing.
De’Boril hid a smirk when Gretel presented young Lyle with a selection of dessert pastries. The girl was slightly bent forward at the waist, and was holding the dessert tray close to her body, giving the leftenant an extremely good view of her cleavage. Gerard almost laughed aloud. The lad was taking an awfully long time in selecting his dessert!
Cook noticed the maid’s behavior as well. De’Boril heard her mutter under her breath, "what has gotten into that girl?" It was the first clue he had that some people might notice behavioral changes in the people he claimed. He’d have to think on that.
Finally, the meal ended. "Well, leftenant, I’m sorry I have to abandon you so soon, but I will be working in my lab for some time tonight. Please, feel free to stay up as long as you wish." De’Boril led the young man into the study, where they had first met. "And if you would like to read before retiring, help yourself to whatever you fancy. I have some histories here that you might find interesting." Gerard turned for the door. "If you have any pressing needs, just ring that bell," he indicated a small silver bell resting on one of the end tables near the settee, "and Gretel will take care of you." In more ways than you will ever know, lad, the older man thought.
"Thank you for your hospitality sir. I will make sure Commander Reginal receives your response."
De’Boril nodded. "Well, lad, if I don’t see you in the morning before you depart, fare well." He turned and left the study.
Gretel waited in the hall, her eyes burning with suppressed lust. In a normal tone of voice, for Cook would make out the sounds, she said, "Milord, is there anything else you require of me?" Then, softly, she added, "anything at all." She ran her hands firmly over her breasts and down to her hips, while opening her lips slightly.
Pulling the girl into a nearby alcove, where they wouldn’t be immediately noticed if someone stepped into the hall, he held the maid close. With a satisfied purr, she molded her body against his. "Enough for now, girl. I have plans for you this evening." He caught the eager look in her eyes, and knew she thought he was planning on taking her again tonight. He corrected her thinking. "I want you to ‘entertain’ our young friend in there," he ordered, gesturing toward the study.
Gretel’s eyes widened slightly in surprise. "Of course, Milord," she said, obedient to his whim. After all, the thought was not unpleasing to her. Earlier, as she’d slipped up to the room she shared with Anne, the second floor maid, her thoughts were totally absorbed in the memories of her rape. The feel of the master’s body pressed against hers, of his taking her so forcefully. Once she’d slipped into her room though, other thoughts had surfaced. She’d caught site of some of Anne’s underthings lying in a corner; and a crystal clear image of the girl had popped into her startled mind, an image of the other maid nude, preparing herself for bed.
Gretel had never had thoughts like that before! The two girls had been roommates for almost a year, when Gretel arrived to take up her duties as first floor maid. During that time, the two had taken numerous baths together, but there was nothing erotic about it. Now though, her thoughts were awhirl with her newfound lust. She wanted Anne badly!
She’d changed quickly though; knowing that Cook was expecting her. As she dressed, thoughts of the master intruded again, and she quickly grew wet. Yes, no matter whom she dallied with, there could never be anything to match what Sir Gerard had done to her!
She finished dressing, then put her hair up again. Then she scampered down the stairs and into the kitchen to aid Cook. For the rest of the meal, The young maid was in a constant state of arousal. Every person she saw sparked seeds of lust and desire within her. The sway of Cook’s hips as she carried the meal out to the two men, Anne’s sweat-streaked face as she prepared the vegetables. Leftenant Lyle couldn’t know that while he was staring down the front of her dress, she was mentally undressing him. And then there was the master, of course. Just looking at him had her juices soaking her panties!
When de’Boril directed her to ‘entertain’ Leftenant Lyle, her pulse started pounding. He wanted her to sleep with someone else! Instead of anger or disappointment, she only felt an all-consuming lust. How she wanted to please her master!
"Very good, girl. You will slip in on him this evening, late. However you choose, get him to sleep with you. I want you to fuck him like he’s never been fucked before." He grinned, and squeezed her buns tightly before releasing her. "He’s young, it shouldn’t be too hard. Now, be on your way."
As the girl scurried off, Gerard stood in the alcove for a bit. He could feel his lust growing. It was not as overwhelming as it had been just before he’d taken Gretel, but the need was there. He thought of following the girl to her room and satisfying himself once more, but rejected it. She would have more effect with the leftenant later if he hadn’t freshly fucked her just before. No, he thought, taking the young maid again could wait.
Then he brightened. Ah yes, he’d satisfy his urges tonight, of course! Cook was wrapping up in the kitchen; he could hear her moving about. Soon, the buxom woman would retire to her room, which was just off the kitchen, on the far side from the dining room. She had fairly large room back there, with a dressing area and bedroom that were more than sufficient for her. Once things settled down, and the good leftenant retired for the evening, de’Boril would pay his cook a visit!
De’Boril, as with his taking of Gretel earlier, felt no guilt over his thoughts or impending actions. His was a driving need that could be satisfied in only one way. Unlike the last time though, he was not overwhelmed with this burning desire. He could still think clearly and function perfectly well. Cook, dear Amanda, would find him the perfect gentleman. At least, at first!
In time, the good leftenant retired, climbing the stairs tiredly and heading for his room. Gerard hoped the girl didn’t hurt him, the young man might not be up to her newly awakened desires. Stepping into his study once more, he took down a history of the Verensian’s, a desert people that lived far to the south of Tonisia. He read a chapter patiently, learning of the Verensian practice of raiding merchant caravans for goods, pack animals and women, as he waited for the house to settle down for the night. Then, at just before eleven bells, he shut the book decisively and rose from where he had been reading in his favorite chair.
With a determined stride, he passed through the darkened kitchen. Pausing at the cook’s door, he listened briefly, satisfied that the woman was still awake from the faint sounds he could make out. A wash of lust rolled over him, and he felt his member stiffen. Yes, he was truly looking forward to this!
A quick rap of his knuckles against her door announced his presence.
"Just a moment," the woman within called, annoyance clearly ringing in her voice. De’Boril listened with amusement to the sounds the woman made. She was taking much longer than he wished. Finally, the bolt was thrown, and the door opened far enough for Cook to peer through at the unwanted intruder.
"Oh! Milord, if I had known it was you—"
De’Boril waved her to silence. "Please, I apologize for disturbing your rest, good Cook, but I wished to speak to you, if I may?" He gestured, indicating that he would like to come in.
Amanda Everett didn’t know what to think. The master had never come to see her before in her room, not even during the light of day! Yet here he was, asking permission to enter. She quickly stepped back, allowing the man in. What could he want with her at this hour, she wondered?
A single candle was burning on the small table to the right of the woman’s feather-stuffed bed. Amanda had obviously just arisen from the bed; the sheets were thrown back, rumpled. De’Boril caught sight of a corner of a small book hidden away amid the sheets. The rest of the room was shrouded in darkness, shadows dancing against the walls.
Gerard turned and put on a hesitant face as he contemplated the lovely woman before him. Amanda was wearing a heavy cotton robe, belted about her waist, and she stood nervously, arms hugging herself just below her fulsome breasts. De’Boril’s quick eyes noted that from the way her robe shifted as she stood, she was likely wearing nothing beneath it. He suppressed a smile. Her dark honey-blonde hair was unbound, and lay in thick masses about her shoulders.
"Amanda, I…" he paused, looking at the floor. Amanda’s look changed from wary curiosity to stunned amazement. The master had never addressed her as anything but Cook, and once as Mrs. Everett. This was the first time he’d ever used her first name!
Gerard reached out and took the woman’s hands, pulling the confused woman a bit closer. The slight tingle in his fingers was new to him, something he’d never felt before. One more effect of that foul potion? He’d have to investigate that further when he had the time.
"Amanda, I am sorry to barge in on you like this. Your free time is your own, and I know you get precious little of it. I was sitting in the study just now, thinking of how things used to be. For some reason, the day you arrived flashed before me." The lord of the tower paused, his fingers lightly brushing over Amanda’s captured hands. She was staring at them intently, as if she hadn’t heard a word he was saying.
"Amanda?"
The woman blinked, almost forcefully pulling her eyes away from where he touched her. "Um, yes, Milord?" De’Boril caught the distracted look in her eyes, just before they returned once more to his hands. Yes, it must be some effect of the odd brew he’d created. Somehow, his simple touch had captured her attention to a degree he hadn’t known was possible.
"Amanda, come to me." He pulled the buxom woman into his embrace, releasing her hands. His enfolded her, resting his hands within the woman’s thick mass of dark blonde hair. Once again he felt the slight tingling.
"Milord, I—"
"Hush, Amanda. Hush. I had not meant for this to happen so quickly," he lied, "but I am not sorry it has. No, I am not sorry at all." He bent, pulling her yielding body to him, and kissed her deeply. Her mouth opened willingly to his probing tongue.
Amanda was lost in a sea of emotion. What had come over them! Gods, but one second the master is talking of old memories, the next he’s kissing her like a passionate lover! Amanda had come to the house shortly after her husband was killed serving under Sir Gerard. She’d had nowhere else to go, so the master had offered to take her on, a generous move for him, earning Amanda’s undying gratitude. She had worked hard for the man, doing her best to repay her debt.
The one thing Amanda missed that had not been replaced when Berret, her husband, died was his loving companionship. She missed his wit and his gruff demands when he thought he was right. After more and more time passed though, the one thing she missed the most was his skillful and eager loveplay.
Amanda hadn’t been with a man in the years since her husband died. At first, shortly after her husband’s death, the thought of sleeping with another repulsed her, since the memory of her lost man was still so fresh. After time, desire returned, but she had no outlet. None of the few men about the tower attracted her interest. At first with a bit of shame, but after a time with a growing need, she’d turned to masturbation. Over time, she’d acquired a couple of small novels of salacious verse, one of which she had been avidly reading when the master interrupted. Now, like a scene from one of her books, the master had entered her room and with little more than a ‘by your leave’ had pulled her into his embrace! And further, she had no desire to be anywhere else! The woman melted against her master, becoming lost in his kiss.
Once he felt Amanda give herself fully to the kiss, de’Boril wasted no more time. While he continued the deep, urgent kisses, he pulled gently but firmly on Amanda’s simple robe. The tie fell open under his demanding fingers, and Amanda Everett’s body was his to caress, with nothing to impede his wandering hands.
Amanda moaned slightly as her robe fell open. The master’s hands left little electrical tingles wherever they touched. When he caressed her full, heavy breasts, she cried out with pleasure. He pulled firmly on her sensitive, swollen nipples, causing her to shudder and moan.
When he broke his kiss, he continued to hold her close, pulling her against him and sliding his probing hands down to firmly grip her trim ass. Breathing heavily, Amanda stared into the man’s eyes, seeing his lust for her, his need. "Please," she whispered, pleading, her own lust firing her blood, "It’s been so long!"
Gerard picked the woman up effortlessly, still holding her tightly. Her legs wrapped about his waist and she clamped her arms behind his neck. While he held her, she firmly ground her pubis against him, urgently stimulating her yearning clit. She continued to do so until the man laid her gently down on her bed.
Never taking her eyes off this man that had entered her room not five minutes before, Amanda fingered her swollen, ready vagina while de’Boril stepped back. Her nether lips were puffy with need, and aroused as she was her fingers soon glittered with her inner moisture. Amanda teased her throbbing clit, pushing her body further into her arousal. She was ready for him! She wanted him, needed him, now!
De’Boril quickly divested himself of his clothing. His seduction was progressing much faster than he had expected, aided a bit by the effects of the potion, as well as, he expected, by the woman’s own deep need. In seconds he stood before her, his rigid cock ready and willing to fill her need. With clear purpose, he advanced on the buxom blonde, who spread her legs wide, wanting him to fill her needy pussy.
Pressing her deep into the soft bed, de’Boril’s ready tool smoothly filled Amanda’s sopping hole. "Oh, yes, Milord, take me! Use me! Ungh!" Amanda was lost in his pounding, exhilarating in having a man after all this time. She had no clue that she was about to give all of herself, body and soul, to the man buried so deeply within her.
Gerard suddenly rolled to the side, pulling Amanda about until she rested, still impaled on his shaft, atop him. "Oh, gods!" she cried, her heavy, firm breasts swaying as she thrust herself hard down on him, engulfing his cock. After a bit, Amanda, breathing heavily, could no longer hold herself up. She fell atop de’Boril and continued to grind her hips. The master’s hands, until then alternately playing with her engorged nipples or holding her hips, slipped behind her and down. Down over her ass they went, holding her tightly. One finger found her tight little anus. The area was slick with her juices, and the man’s fingers were soon thoroughly coated. Amanda cried softly, but then only pounded against him harder, when a finger violated her ass. The sensations of both cock and finger soon had the woman on the edge of orgasm. "Oh, Milord! I’m so close, ah, so…so… OH!" Her soft body bucking against him as she came was too much for Gerard. With a muffled growl, he clamped the woman tightly, his finger pressing deep into her ass, as his spasming cock sent load after load of his altered cum into the already well-fucked woman.
De’Boril was prepared for the reaction his jism could cause this time, so when the woman on top of him shrieked, her body suddenly racked with another and another and yet another massive orgasm, he was able to hold her tight against him. He felt some of his load spurt from Amanda’s overly filled canal, coating his scrotum. When the blonde finally stopped shaking, out cold from the shock the multiple orgasms had caused, de’Boril lay stroking the woman’s soft skin gently, fully satisfied.
Yes, he knew, there would be women in influential positions that he would take for his purposes, but there was no point in limiting himself to that group. Amanda was an attractive woman with many charms. He knew he’d use her often.
After a couple minutes, the blonde shuddered and moaned, gradually coming awake. Slowly, she pushed herself up, flipping her thick mass of hair to one side of her head and then, still atop her lord, she looked down into his eyes.
The change was obvious. Amanda Everett was now his, a creature of lust. A dedicated lust, committed first to him, and then to her own needs. "You did something to me, Milord," said, a slight smile curling her lips. She rolled her hips, feeling his still half-erect cock, which still rested within her creamy hole. "I don’t know what, and I don’t care. I am yours, forever!"
De’Boril ran his hands over the buxom woman’s full hips, then raked his fingers up her back. Amanda arched back, hissing, and Gerard took the opportunity to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. The woman moaned as he suckled firmly, and her hips ground once more against him. Finally, he released her, and looked intently into her eyes. "Yes, you are mine. Know that I will use you as I wish to further my needs. But whatever I ask of you, be sure that you will enjoy it!" Amanda’s body shivered as he talked, not from fear, but from her hungry desire.
The lord of the tower remained in Amanda’s bed for much of the night. Twice more he sent burning streams of semen deep into the woman’s uterus. With each ejaculation, Amanda collapsed in ecstasy. It was long before the two fell asleep.
Here Ends Part III of the Tonisian
Distillation
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