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Tamsyn - 6
by Realoldbill (no address provided)
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Captured and tortured by her foul neighbor, Tamnsyn
has to fight for her life while awaiting her rescuers.
(Mf, nc, rp, v, tor)
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PART 6: Tamsyn's Ordeal
The desperate girl struggled against her heavy iron
manacles, rubbing raw the skin on her wrists, arching
her body and trying to avoid the cold water that
seeped down the rough stone wall behind her. She was
nearly naked, her fine shift in tatters and her feet
bare. Her high breasts, soft belly and mounded thighs
were crisscrossed with welts, bruises, bright red
stripes and streaks of blood from the whipping she had
endured. Although it was growing dark, she was sure
her men would be out seeking her and would risk their
lives to save her, and she knew that somehow she had
to hold out despite the pain and indignation she was
suffering. Patience had seldom been one of her
virtues.
Down the creaking stairs from ground level came her
tormentor, the ambitious Lord Jeffers, her lustful
neighbor to the north whose offers she had repeatedly
rejected. His men had captured her as she hunted in
her own woods, killing two of her beaters and hauling
her off to a dungeon on the lower reaches of a ruined
castle that was probably old when the Romans were
about. There they had stripped off her boots and
britches and pawed her relentlessly until their lord
arrived, cackling and telling her what was going to
happen to her and how they planned to use her ripe
body and all her orifices.
Lord Jeffers put down his large cup and his lantern,
wiped his mouth with his gloved hand and picked up his
many-tailed whip. He stalked before the young woman,
lifted her chin and kissed her mouth hard and
viciously, biting her lower lip and sticking his
tongue down her throat. "Ready to sign, bitch?" he
asked, yanking on her long hair and banging her head
back against the wall as he kneed her groin.
Tamsyn spat in his face and he backhanded her,
bringing blood to her mouth. "Maguire!" he said
loudly, and the man who had come down into the cellar
with him stepped forward where the girl could see him.
She nearly vomited and trembled despite her efforts to
calm herself.
He was huge and hulking, his face grotesque, twisted
and burned, his mouth a permanent snarl and one eye
just an empty hole. He weighed nearly twenty stone and
stood well over six and half feet in height, a
veritable giant in a leather jerkin, bulging cod-piece
and high-laced boots. To Tamsyn he looked like
something that had escaped from a bad dream.
"Show her your pride," said Lord Jeffers with a smirk.
The man made what he thought was a smile and unlaced
the leather pouch over his privates to reveal his
grossly swollen male member. It flopped out and hung
limply, arched over his globular scrotum. It appeared
to be as long as the girl's forearm and as thick as
her sword wrist. She shuddered and looked away from
the crooked slab of liverish meat.
"There, my lady, is your new lover. Are you willing to
serve him as a good woman should?" Jeffers prodded her
belly with his whip. "Will you do your duty? Let him
put a fine baby in there?"
Tamsyn looked away from the man's groin and into Lord
Jeffers' bearded face. "I'll have you drawn and
quartered, you vile bastard, after I feed you your
cods," she snarled, hoping it concealed her fear. The
huge man made her blood run cold, and his turgid cock
was beyond comprehension and it seemed to be swaying
and swelling.
He laughed and yanked out a tuft of her pubic hair.
"Maguire can quarter you effortlessly with his crooked
prick; it's a true cudgel when riled. Give me what I
need, what I must have right now, this day: your wood
lots, high pastures and water rights, and I will set
you free, almost untouched, barely used, eh? Refuse,
and he will be just the first of my men to rape you. I
have many men, you know, and I will give you to them
if you survive Maguire's attentions. You'll bleed from
every hole before I'm done with you. You'll die with a
stiff cock in your mouth and ass."
"Go to hell," said Tamsyn, fearing her voice might
break as her gaze was drawn to the man who was
stroking his immense phallus with both hands and
drooling in delight. It was getting fatter and
straighter, pointing up at her nose and oozing out a
colorless cream, the gross head now darkly purple and
hugely swollen.
Jeffers lashed her twice, back and forth across her
lean body, flicking out bits of flesh with the knots
on the ends of his whip strands. Tamsyn inhaled but
refused to either cry out or beg.
The girl bit her lip and closed her eyes as her left
nipple seemed to flare with agony when he snapped his
whip again. She looked down and saw that it was
bleeding, seemingly torn by the lash. Her wrists were
chafing in the irons stretched well above her head so
that her toes barely touched the stone floor. Her
shoulders screamed for release and her brain was
overloaded with agony and seemed to blank out reality
in a veil of shock.
Lord Jeffers reached out and twisted the bloody
nipple, stretching it out as though he was about to
tear it off. "Chose, bitch," he demanded. 'Sign now or
I let him have you, plow you like a barren field."
"I cannot," Tamsyn said, voice trembling. "You should
understand, fool. My brother is the rightful lord of
the manor. Only he can give up any of the land or
chattels."
"Shit on your puking brother. Shall I bring him here
and let Maguire rape him, eh?"
Tamsyn shook her head. "I cannot sign." It was a lie,
but, she hoped, a clever one that might make her
tormenter pause. She tried to control her breathing
and ignore her situation as well as the waves of pain.
Lord Jeffers snorted and stepped back, nodding to the
huge man who now stood with his rigid prick in his
hand, its purple head dripping in anticipation, the
thick shaft knotted with pulsing veins. The nobleman
untied the rope and forced Tamsyn down to her knees,
keeping her arms still taut above her head, and then
said to his misshapen servant, "Just her mouth this
time, Maguire. Understand, just her mouth."
The shambling man grunted and nodded. He grabbed
Tamsyn's long hair, yanked her head back and put the
huge crown of his monstrous ram at her lips, rubbing
from side to side and trying to pry them open. When
that didn't work, he clamped her nose with his fingers
and when she had to breathe, in went his cock head and
two of three inches of gnarled shaft. He laughed
gutturally as she tried to bite him futilely or shake
him off.
Tamsyn gagged and choked as the giant held her head
between his huge hands and began moving her mouth up
and down his thrusting rod, grunting with pleasure.
She felt as if her jaws had come unhinged, like she
had a whole apple in her mouth, and she snorted for
breath, afraid he would try to shove his foul ram down
her throat and suffocate her. Fear rose in her breast
and her heart thundered in her chest as the hard
ridged glans moved to and fro between her stretched
lips, and the giant grunted with pleasure.
Her eyes flickered to the lean nobleman standing back
and sipping his wine, and she gasped for air every
time the man fucking her mouth eased his blunt-headed
weapon back from her esophagus only to press it in
again with a deep groan, twisting her long hair to
keep her head in place, snorting with effort.
"Ah, ah, ah," Maguire grunted, slobbering over the
girl's upturned face and then crying out like a beaten
animal as he ejaculated, filling her mouth and then
spraying her face and hair with his spew. Tamsyn spit
out his foul spend, and the giant used her long hair
to wipe his deflating cock, making huffing sounds that
might have been a laugh.
"Enjoy that, did you?" asked Jeffers, lifting her chin
and smiling into her jism-splotched face. "Next he
will use your whore-cunny and then, if you still
refuse, my servant will enter your body from the back
and, I greatly fear, will rip your guts to shreds and
probably kill you. Every woman he had ass raped for me
had died, died in agony, bled to death I suppose."
Tamsyn spat again and wiped her face on her
upstretched arms and shoulder, her whole body shaking.
Where were they, her loyal knights, her proud lovers?
Lord Jeffers pulled the rope so that she was forced to
stand again, yanked it still more and tied it off when
she was on her toes. Then he turned her about so her
face was to the wall, stepped back and lashed her from
buttocks to shoulders, ripping apart what little cloth
still covered her back and producing stripe after
stripe on her fair skin.
"Auugh," said the hulking Maguire, pointing at the
broken roof. Sleet had begun to pour in on him and the
stricken girl while the lord stood under the eaves,
breathing hard from his exertion.
"Bring her along," Jeffers said, tossing a cord to the
giant. Maguire put a noose about Tamsyn's neck,
released the rope that held her arms high and then
dragged her up the stone steps and out across the
meadow toward the castle of Lord Jeffers who hurried
along before them, his cape above his head as the ice
hammered down.
The giant dragged Tamsyn into the dark stable and tied
her to a thick post with the rope still looped about
her throat, another between her legs and the one tied
to her wrist irons. The cold rain had soothed her
wounds, but now she shivered and her teeth chattered
as she was bound to the rough-hewn, foot-square post.
The hulking man grinned at her, showing his nearly
toothless mouth, pawed her breasts roughly and then
shambled away, leaving the battered girl in the dark,
with a thick hemp rope pressed into her tender folds.
Heat from the animals' bodies made the stable
tolerable and after awhile, still dripping wet, Tamsyn
slumped back and dozed despite her hurts and her
hunger. She awoke several times during that long
night, trying to move so her coarse bonds did not rub
so hard on her throat, breasts, vulva and cramping
legs. In the dawn, having no choice, she spread her
feet and urinated where she was bound, stretching up
on her toes as best she could and feeling her crusted
stripes awaken and the multitude of pains return. The
sun was well up on the second day of her captivity
when Lord Jeffers and his giant servant strode into
the stable.
"Give her a drink," the smiling nobleman told his man.
Maguire dipped a leather bucket into the horse trough
and threw the water into Tamsyn's face. Both men
laughed as the girl licked in what she could and the
water dripped from her firm nipples. The action made
her recall being in her brother's cell before he
tortured her.
"Now," said Jeffers, "after a good night's rest, I am
sure you are more reasonable. Ready to sign?"
Tamsyn shook her head, a bit disappointed that her
knights had not arrived to rescue her. Then from the
purse at his waist Lord Jeffers produced two barbed
fishhooks and a thin gold chain with a bell and some
weights hanging from it, the kind fishermen used as
sinkers. He smiled at Tamsyn, grasped her left breast,
lifted it, squeezed her nipple until it was well
extended and then pierced it with one of the large
fishhooks.
Tamsyn gasped and closed her eyes as the barbed end
poked free of her flesh, a fresh pain surged through
her, and she ground her teeth and held back her
scream.
Lord Jeffers chuckled as she grasped her other breast,
squeezed hard and then stuck the second hook behind
the jutting and damaged nipple. He hung the chain from
the looped eyes and flicked the dangling bell. "Come
Maguire," he said, well pleased with his work, "come;
I've belled the cat. Let us leave her to ponder her
fate and see if our breakfast is ready."
Tamsyn tried to hold still, but the pain in her
breasts was constant and deep, and she had to writhe
and when she did, she made it worse as the weights
pulled at her injured nipples and the tiny bell
tinkled at her agony. She clamped her jaw and
attempted to ignore the pain and stretch her bonds,
moving as best she could from side to side, but that
effort rubbed at her outer labia and made the weights
flop about and yank at her torn breasts so she
relented and leaned back against the post, closed her
eyes and prayed for deliverance as tears filled her
eyes and her vagina pulsed in abraded agony. She was
sure they were out looking for her and she hoped they
would hurry. The idea of that giant sticking his foul
member in her turned her stomach.
An hour or so later, Jeffers and the shambling Maguire
stalked into the barn and the nobleman hooked a finger
under the golden chain and pulled on it. Tamsyn closed
her eyes as her breasts were stretched out and it felt
as if her nipples might be torn from her chest. "Sign,
bitch, and all this playing ends," the man demanded
loudly, yanking the chain right and left.
Tamsyn shook her head and swallowed hard. A small
voice inside made her wonder how long she could resist
and called her a fool.
Jeffers nodded to the waiting Maguire who unleashed
his cock, stroked the massive member to crooked
rigidity and came to stand before the agonized girl.
He spat in his hand, swiped at his glans, bent his
knees, pulled the thick rope aside and set his
quivering ram at Tamsyn's sore pudenda, wriggling it
into her bruised labia and finding the entrance to her
warm and tender vagina.
Maguire looked at his master, breathing hard, his
knees bent and the head of his cock straining to open
the woman's sex, her rounded buttocks in his calloused
hands. Jeffers laughed, said, "Last chance, Tamsyn.
Yield!"
"Never," she cried, tensing every muscle she could
summon.
Jeffers nodded and the hulking man opened his mouth
and thrust as hard as he could, tearing the young
woman open and sinking his thick spear into her soft
tissues, dividing them and stretching her, tearing his
way into her until he was buried in her groin, his
massive balls hard against her body as he lifted her
off the floor and straightened his legs.
"Ahhh," sighed the man, grasping the thick pole the
girl was bound to, and he began to move in and out of
her torn body, pulling her flesh out with him and then
pressing her cunny lips back into her with each thrust
that nearly filled her vulva completely and even
rubbed at her tiny clitoris. Tamsyn closed her eyes
and in her mind saw a bull savaging her relentlessly.
Tamsyn willed herself to relax and take the pounding;
slumping on the rapist's fleshy spear and feeling him
lift her off her feet with each half-foot thrust. Rape
was the first sex she had known, but this was far
worse than her violent deflowering at her mad
brother's hands. She was being ruined and she knew it,
could feel her privates being torn and bruised.
"Gad, Tamsyn," Jeffers said loudly as he watched his
man hump the young woman, making her whole body
shudder and jerk on his crooked spear "I should have
let your legs free so you could wrap them about your
eager lover." He laughed gleefully, aroused by the
sight.
Maguire came quickly, in fewer than twenty strokes,
and exploded in Tamsyn's depths, pressing hard and
crying out with release, a scream of triumph that
shook the rafters. He rammed two or three more times,
lifting and jolting her, squishing out his jism and
then let his massive manhood slip from her battered
cunny followed by a gush of his spend which coursed
down the girl's trembling legs.
Lord Jeffers stepped forward, grabbed Tamsyn's chin
and lifted it so their faces almost touched. "How many
times can you take that sort of love?"
The girl shuddered and shook her head, feeling
eviscerated. I have been abandoned, she despaired.
"He will be ready in an hour or so and we will be
back," Jeffers said, yanking on the thin chain again.
"Perhaps I'll let him put you on the ground and mount
you that way. He can crush you as well as fuck you.
Imagine what he will feel like between your thighs."
He laughed and patted his belly.
Violated and furious, Tamsyn watched the men leave the
stable and twisted her violated body fiercely. The
rope about her loins and legs yielded, having been
pulled and stretched by the giant's hard fucking
motions, and Tamsyn kicked at it, got a knee in the
loop and lifted her legs so that soon her manacled
hands were free. She worked on the knot by her ear and
quickly loosed that as well. She stumbled to the horse
trough and drank and then dunked her tortured tits in
the cool water and closed her eyes, mouthing a small
prayer for strength.
Then she moved back into a stall and examined her
heavy handcuffs. She found they were locked by an iron
lever that had to be lifted and turned at the same
time. After trying several things, she wedged the
lever's ear in a cracked board, pulled and turned and
her hands were free. She rubbed her wrists, heard her
tormenters approaching and looked for a weapon.
She found two, a wooden handled sickle that hung on
the wall and an iron-pronged pitchfork. She scrambled
back to the post, stood still, one hand on the
pitchfork while the other held the rope about her, and
the men entered with barely a glance in her direction.
When they were before her, Tamsyn grasped the hay
fork's long handle with both hands and thrust it with
all her might into Maguire's thick body, shoving the
five iron points all the way through him as he
stumbled back, screeching.
Then, as she heard Jeffers draw his sword with a
ringing hiss, she picked up her sickle and spun to
face him. He attacked with a roar. Tamsyn sidestepped,
ducked under his wild swing and then drove the
sickle's curved bade upward into the man's back. He
screamed and reached around to pull it free, dropping
his sword.
The girl picked it up and danced in front of the
injured nobleman, her wounds forgotten, the grimace of
a smile on her face, ignoring his pain and the
tinkling bell. "Ready to die?" she demanded loudly,
poking at him with his own blade. "Want time to pray?"
She thrust and stabbed, wounding him in the thigh and
then in the shoulder. He went to his knees and Tamsyn
saw that his giant servant had managed to pull the
bloody pitchfork from his body and get to his feet,
leaning on a stall barrier, bleeding from several deep
wounds.
She stepped back, reached up and slashed him across
the face, barely missing his one eye but cutting open
his cheek and nose, and then thrust deeply into his
groin, in to the fancy hilt, pulled her blade free and
spun to see Lord Jeffers stumble to his feet, the
sickle still buried in his back as Maguire screamed
and fell, spurting blood, both hands on his punctured
belly.
"No, please," Jeffers cried, his hands out before him
as he backed away from the advancing young woman, her
lush body nearly bare and her breasts bobbling from
the chain weights. "Have mercy." He tripped and nearly
fell, still imploring, begging.
Tamsyn smiled as she slashed at his hands and then
thrust into his belly, puncturing him, took a step
forward and sank her long blade to the hilt, crying
out with her anger.
"Mercy," she snarled at him as he sank back to his
knees. "Of course." She tugged on the sword and saw
the bleeding man look over her shoulder and ducked
aside just as Maguire swung an ax at her head and
cleaved his master open where his neck met his
shoulder, smashing through Jeffers' clavicle and
burying the ax head in the man's chest.
Tamsyn stepped away, looking for another weapon as the
giant roared and turned toward her, a crazed look on
his disfigured face, the bloody ax in one huge hand
while the other held his guts together. Then someone's
arm was about her, and she saw Gregory step out and
skewer Maguire on his heavy blade and then hack his
head from his body with a two-handed blow. She turned
away into Roth's encircling arms as the man's gross
body collapsed and his head rolled across the stable
floor.
"Sorry it took us so long," said the man holding his
nearly naked mistress. "But you seemed to be holding
your own."
"I'm freezing," she said. "Give me your cloak."
"Robert and your men are clearing the castle," Gregory
said, as he wiped his blade with some straw. 'What's
this?" He fingered the gold chain between Tamsyn's
injured breasts.
"Get those weights and that stupid bell off, please,"
she said as Roth put his cloak on her shoulders.
"We'll have to push those hooks on through but not
now."
A few minutes later, as Robert's men where hauling the
bodies of Jeffers' guards and retainers out into the
courtyard, the man's wife and children came and stood
before her.
"You are a widow," Tamsyn said to her, holding her
cloak to her damaged body. "I'm sorry. What are your
dower rights?"
"I have two cottages and the land near the hills, a
hundred acres of so. It adjoins my father's land. I am
sorry too." The woman, not much older than Tamsyn,
licked her lips and held her two young children to her
legs.
"You can see what he did to me. He beat me with a
whip, put these hooks in me and then had his man, that
Maguire, violate me."
The woman bit her lips and shook her head.
"He has a brother, doesn't he, your late husband?"
asked Tamsyn.
The widow shook her head. "I will sign it all to you
in my son's name."
And so it was done, and Tamsyn thus became one of the
largest landholders in the shire. Her body healed and
even the punctures in her lovely breasts were
imperceptible in a month and by then she was enjoying
her knights in their usual rotation and having them
lick her wounds from time to time as payment for
taking so long to find her.
Continued in part 7...?
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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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