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The Price of Pleasure
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

***

Our hero enjoys the fruits of his victory before 
considering a good offer. (Mf, underage, nc, rp, v)

***

I could see he was tiring and knew it would soon end. 
Then he slipped on a thrust; I brushed aside his blade 
and with a cry of victory drove my sword through the 
middle of his chest, felt it rub on his ribs and 
rammed it all the way in to the hilt; a foot of bloody 
steel emerged from his wide back as I cleaved his 
heart in two and the tip of his raised blade nicked my 
cheek. 

He looked down, shocked, and then at me before he fell 
to his knees, coughed up blood and dropped his weapon. 
I spat on him, put my foot on his shoulder and yanked 
out my blade and let him fall on his face. I wiped my 
fine weapon on his back, sheathed it and smiled at his 
luscious widow and beautiful daughter, now both mine 
to do with as I pleased, my well-earned prizes. 

My cock surged; my eager cods tingled, I could hardly 
wait to enjoy them. I wanted to rape them both atop 
his bleeding body and hear them scream. Which would be 
first? I licked my lips and palmed my bulging cod-
piece, enjoying the feel of my swollen member, my 
throbbing balls, excited by the short fight as well as 
the anticipation. 

I had wanted both women for months and had finally 
goaded the man into gambling and then fighting me for 
them. Now they were mine and I intended to romp them 
thoroughly. I looked forward to months of pleasure if 
not years. The girl was very young and her step-mother 
was equally lovely and, I suspect, rather randy. She 
looked like an expensive slut.

I approached the beautiful woman with the lovely 
youngster clinging to her, both teary eyed, both 
highly desirable, both barely clothed since was still 
early and they had been abed. "You are, my dears, both 
of you are, I fear, mine, entirely mine, slaves if you 
will, chattels surely. Mine to play with, to enjoy, to 
share with my friends." 

I began undressing by shedding my wide belt and sword, 
setting them carefully aside as my lust mounted. They 
backed away, frightened, teary eyed, shocked, clinging 
to each other. I smiled and licked my lips and then 
stroked my groin. There were not two more beautiful or 
desirable females in the kingdom.

The widow sobbed, "This can't be." The lovely woman 
who was known as Melissa, the dead fool's new wife, 
shook her head and tossed her multitude of curls, her 
fair breasts nearly bared. "That cannot be, sir. He 
owned all this." She waved her hand and the young girl 
stared at me with hatred and fear, by damn but she was 
a temptation, a fair maiden if there ever was one, 
luscious was the only word for her, barely ripe and 
very young, perhaps twelve or so, obviously untouched, 
intact, waiting to be taken, to be enjoyed, a sweet 
dessert, prime pussy that I planned to devour as well 
as rip open. 

"I have rights as his widow," the lovely female 
claimed, retreating and pulling her light gown about 
her hips. She was, of course, his third wife. We all 
were sure that he had killed the first two. He was, we 
had all agreed, a worthless cur from a disgraced 
family of curs."

I sat, smiling, eager to be at them, to rip them open 
for my pleasure, to bounce on their bellies, smack 
their butts. It had been months since my last virgin, 
one I rescued from a convent. On cold nights I still 
thought of her speared on my huge ram, struggling and 
begging in her new cell, chained and beaten but not 
subdued. She lasted nearly a month but that was my 
fault, for letting others use her. She died on a 
nephew's rigid horn, begging for help, quite a nice 
picture, impaled on the wall, her feet dangling.

"I fear not, my lovely. He gambled and lost, oh pretty 
one, the fool, lost everything across the stream to 
Lord Thomas and the rest to me. And then, of course, 
he refused to pay and died for that. Your home and 
people are mine and you both are mine to do with as I 
choose, he frittered away your freedom, even your 
handsome dowry I fear, promised it to the table, 
described your charms, bragged of your lusty talents, 
the depth and vigor of your sweet cunt, the skill of 
your long tongue, the thrill of the girl's round ass. 
Sold me the youngster there for a pittance, money to 
wager with. Said we could hump her right there, take 
her maidenhead, right on the table if we wished, each 
and every opening, all five of us. The girl was just 
an added benefit, a side bet, twenty crowns as I 
recall." I felt the blood trickling down my cheek and 
wiped it away.

I pulled my shirt over my head, wiped my face and then 
reached forward and tore open her nightgown's frilly 
bodice. Her breasts were as high and fine as I had 
assumed, pressed together by her upper arms as she 
raised them to plead with me, a perfect pair of 
upright globes with fat, pink tips. I idly wondered 
how they would look in a tight corset, jammed in and 
lifted high, a black one laced with leather, pinching 
them in and lifting them for my teeth. I liked to 
dress them and undress them, present them to my 
friends, gowned for pleasure, spread on my special 
furniture. My mouth actually watered as I admired her 
high pink tits. "I have it in writing, my dear, 
indentures for you both." I reached out and grasp her 
right dug and squeezed firmly. She sobbed.

"Come," I said to the young one, "help me with my 
boots." She knelt, looked up at me with tears in her 
eyes, and I made her turnabout and pull them off 
between her long legs while I kneaded her ass.

I unbuttoned my waist, feeling my ram quivering. "And 
now I must taste my winnings." I laughed. "Just a 
sampling, you understand. An hour or so now, a 
lifetime later." They trembled, hugging each other on 
the side of the bed. I could feel my scrotum tensing. 
"We have years and years if you are cooperative, years 
of unimagined pleasure with dozens of fine men." I 
laughed and stripped down my tight britches.

"We're not chattels," Melissa cried, trying to hold 
her torn nightdress together and shelter the girl's 
face in her bosom, to keep her from seeing the rigid 
spear that awaited her.

"Ah but you are. Your late husband promised, my dear, 
promised in writing, your service, humble service in 
all things, in perpetuity I fear, no age limit, no 
years of service, no limits of any kind. He even 
specified in the bedroom and described your talents, 
but he didn't write those down. I can hardly wait to 
feel your lips on my stiff member, your tongue on my 
cods. He said you were a wonder, a virtual pump, 
tireless," I laughed, "inventive was the word he 
used." 

I stepped out of my tight trousers and they both 
gasped as my thick member swayed beneath my light 
undergarment, eager to be satisfied, rising and 
filling, my proud spear. Few men of my set had more in 
the cock department; it filled my hand, and stretched 
every woman I had enjoyed.

I turned to the luscious girl who was barely nubile, 
grasped her long hair and pulled her from her step-
mother's grip to my side. She begged and wept. I 
lifted her chin and kissed her hard as I kneaded her 
firm buttocks, a fine plump pigeon. I crushed her 
belly to mine so she could feel the size and hardness 
of my maleness and know what awaited her, realize her 
fate, the end of her innocence, the terrible thing 
that would tear her open and stretch her to 
usefulness, to service, to pleasure unimaginable I was 
sure. 

She gasped, tears in her blue eyes, properly 
horrified. I laughed and tore open her nightdress, 
ripping it right down her back. She was, obviously, a 
bit older than I had guessed, a bit riper with a 
fringe of hair in her groin, a plump pigeon, more than 
ready to be sundered.

"My father will rescue me and my brothers. They will 
come to my side. Turn her loose, you braggart." The 
woman tried to tear the girl from my grasp. I 
backhanded her and her light gown fell open.

Melissa held back her tears as I kissed and tongued 
the nubile girl again, yanking what was left of her 
flimsy dress to her narrow waist and baring her soft 
charms which I bobbled in my hands. Her lovely breasts 
were full but still conical, her nipples small and 
perfect, puffy cherries. I bit both gently. The gown 
fell to the floor revealing her quivering but nearly 
hairless cunny lips, pursed and waiting for their 
master to part them. I palmed her groin and smiled 
down at her as my huge phallus rose and trembled. I 
fingered her and she squealed. She was wet as well as 
warm.

I tossed her back to the woman. "Come. I am in need as 
you can see. Let us adjourn to your bed and become 
more closely acquainted. Is this child a virgin? She 
may be worth something on the market if she is." The 
girl was weeping now, the woman fearful but furious. 
"I have friends who pay well for unspoilt sluts."

I set the head of my rigid pintle into her virginal 
lips, prying her open, getting her ready, forgetting 
the question of her virginity and its market value in 
my eager lust. She cried and kicked her feet as I 
forced her to yield. I was more than ready, perhaps a 
bit over-eager, leaking lubricant, rigid and up-
curved, bubbling out my jism, I stood poised to defile 
her. I could not recall having the rich treasures of 
two such lovely females available at the same time and 
knew I must pace myself to enjoy both fully.

Melissa sobbed and begged me not to do it, but I 
ignored her and deflowered the lovely girl with a 
single deep thrust that made her shake and scream, 
beating her fists on the bedcovers as I ripped through 
her maidenhead and forced her open, nearly halfway in, 
looking down as my ridged shaft disappeared in her 
soft body inch by thick and heavily ridge inch, her 
lips spread to receive it, her blood now seeping down 
to my ballsack. 

I backed off a bit, enjoying that as well, moving her 
flesh outward, feeling the warm blood on my wide 
shaft, grasped her shoulders and rammed again, 
eliciting another outcry and getting at least half my 
bloody prick into her tight confines, her pleasure box 
opening and trembling as I tore her fully apart, 
making her a woman and enjoying her pain. It took five 
or six more thrusts before I was in to the balls, to 
the very hilt, and by then the young girl was just 
sobbing and clawing at the blankets, thoroughly 
impaled, her feet kicking, and beginning, I was almost 
sure, to enjoy it, since her very tight cunt was 
pulsing on my rod. 

She had a fine and enjoyable ass for one so young, and 
it was a real pleasure to use her body for my relief, 
my hands wound in her long hair and holding her arched 
to my tireless ram. I began, grunting with effort, 
smacking her butt, hammering into her steadily and 
deeply, crushing our bodies together, counting cadence 
in my mind, as I moved my hips and tensed my belly and 
thighs. Perhaps unwillingly but surely, her warm young 
body began to move in concert with mine. Another 
willing slave, a treasure well won.

Melissa sank to the floor and hugged my legs, begging 
me not to ruin the child as I reached a hundred very 
slick thrusts. I enjoyed myself thoroughly, well under 
control, for a few more minutes, perhaps another score 
of deep penetrations and then I pulled my dripping and 
deeply pleasured tool free of her clasping but 
immature vagina, let her sink to the floor, sobbing 
and bleeding, and yanked Melissa up beside me and 
ordered her to clean it while the freshly raped girl 
rose and crawled up on the bed and rolled herself into 
a sobbing ball, her ruby sex lips fluttering like a 
fish's mouth. I promised myself I would have her again 
that morning; I could not recall a virgin as pleasant 
and I had enjoyed many.

Melissa licked off the blood and spend, and I pulled 
her up, sat her on the side of the bed, kissed her 
with some hunger as I crushed her full breasts in my 
rough hands, changed my grip to her ass, tilted up her 
pelvis and eased my massive manhood all the way up 
into her seething passage, right to the very hilt. She 
shuddered and took it, teeth clenched and then her 
legs came up and wrapped about my waist. Just as I had 
guessed, she needed it, and I intended to give it to 
her until she begged for quarter.

I hoisted her up on my thick petard and lowered her to 
the bed beside the whimpering child, and we got down 
to enjoying each other thoroughly, smacking our bodies 
together and bouncing on the rope bed, rocking from 
side to side and gasping with effort. She was as eager 
and active as any piece I've ever had, giving and 
receiving in equal measure, crying out in pain and 
pleasure. I bit her breasts and surged her lithe body 
up until her head was on the top board as I ravaged 
her, pleasure filled and eager to explode as she 
squealed and writhed. I dug in my toes, arched my body 
and accelerated, grunting with effort.

Melissa shuddered and cried out as she climaxed for 
the first time, and I held her to me and gnawed her 
jutting breasts until she relaxed. Then I pulled my 
well-satisfied ram from her and rolled the whimpering 
girl to her back.

'What is your name, lovely one?" I asked her as I set 
my slippery pole at her blood-stained, pink-lipped 
entry. I always felt pleasure with my thick rod in my 
hand, and I stroked it as I pushed it between her 
fluttering lips and prepared to give her the second 
lesson of the day. It was a tiny entryway for so 
massive an invader but the fleshy portals parted and I 
entered, sighing with pleasure.

"Genevieve," she sobbed, "they call me Gen and I'm 
just thirteen. Don't hurt me, please don't. Ahhhhhh!"

I speared her.

She arched and kicked, eyes closed, mouth open. I 
recoiled, right to the head ridge, pleasure filled. I 
looked down at her and smiled and thrust gently.

I eased it back into her, perhaps five or six inches 
deep, feeling my swollen balls churning and knowing I 
could not hold back my ejaculation much longer. I gave 
her perhaps ten or twelve half-hearted rams, just a 
taste of what was to come, then extracted my jumping 
manhood, slid it up her warm body, right between her 
young boobs and to her trembling lips. "Open, dear," I 
said, rising up on fully extended arms.

She looked at me wide-eyed as I exploded into her 
throat, four or five wads of thick semen. Melissa 
pulled me away and sucked the end of my cock and then 
squeezed my scrotum. I managed to give her a couple of 
weak ejaculations and then flopped down between the 
two of them, well pleased with my acquisitions, my 
massive rod softening and flopping about.

"Gen," I said, patting her soft belly, "since you are 
really too young to marry, you must be careful not to 
let men and boys squirt inside you. Understand?"

She nodded. "No babies."

"And Melissa, my dear, I will give you a choice. You 
may marry my younger brother Michael, who is just 
seventeen and is reasonably well hung and let me use 
your fine body now and then, or you may become a 
courtesan used by many men including both of us."

"I would try your brother and then decide," she said, 
turning toward me and grasping my thick penis. "If he 
is anything like you, I may wed him." She stroked, 
hopefully I assumed, for I was far from finished.

Then the door of her bedroom smashed open and two 
furious men entered, saw the sprawled body of their 
brother and cried out. I rolled off the bed, picked up 
the dead man's weapon and was still on one knee when 
the younger brother charged at me with a curse, his 
cavalry saber raised. I stiffened my wrist and he ran 
right onto his brother's blade and tumbled past, 
screaming and clawing the air. I left him there, 
kicking, rolled across the bed, found my own weapon 
and faced the other brother who was still standing by 
the door looking horrified.

"Are they both dead?" he asked.

I nodded, twirling the point of my blade toward his 
nose. He brushed it aside. "Want to join them?" I was 
aware that my cock was still rigid, jutting out like 
my sword.
 
"No, enough killing." He took a deep breath. "Did you 
pop the girl?"

"Indeed," I told him. 'Top of the mark, wonderful."

"I'll give you ten thousand for the pair, let you use 
them now and then if you wish. I'll marry Melissa."

"I think not, sir," I told him. "You may have the 
widow for that. The youngster is worth a lot more I 
think."

"She's mine," Melissa said swiftly. "We are lovers."

"Well," I said, "that does change things. All right, 
twenty-five for the two of them."

"Twenty and my bay hunter," he said. "You know her I 
think."

We shook hands and I got dressed as the dead men's 
older brother disrobed.

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of
the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider
seeking professional help.
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