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The Reward
by Realoldbill (no address provided)

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When a men cannot solve the problem, she finds a way. 
(M/f-teen, 1st, slave)

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I stepped before my foul prince and bowed, my hand on 
the hilt of my sword and my oldest son standing behind 
me. He smiled and greeted me warmly, praised my recent 
capture of the Norman fort and said he had a reward 
for me. From behind the drapery came his number one 
wife, a lovely women I had enjoyed on several 
occasions, who led a naked, young redhead with a 
perfect and highly arousing body by a leather leash 
about her thin neck. 

I heard my son grunt and then nearly moan as she was 
pushed before me, sleek hips rolling, mounded breasts 
jiggling. Her bright hair was long and lustrous, 
flowing down her lean back and out over her lovely 
chest. Her barely ripe body was nearly perfect, 
flawless but lightly freckled and evidently hairless 
from the chin down.

"This is Alisa," said the prince with a smile. "We 
killed her captors, her kinfolk perhaps. She is your 
reward. We captured her last week from a caravan where 
she was held in slavery, from the north they said. 
Probably a lie. She has been trained, so we were told, 
from childhood to give pleasure, by some sort of 
Scottish warlord, to give pleasure with her hands, her 
feet, and her mouth. She can't read, play an 
instrument, converse politely, sew or knit. All she 
can do is suck and fuck, so I am told. I haven't tried 
her, been busy. Did poke a finger into her, testing. 
She's closed up tight. When I heard of your exploits, 
I decided to let you have her. She is, I am told, a 
virgin who has only recently begun her cycles."

"Remarkable, sir, and I thank you. But what am I to do 
with such a treasure?" It was very exciting just to 
watch the bare young woman breathe, and I wondered why 
her groin was bare and her nether lips bulging.

He laughed and dismissed me with a wave. His wife 
smiled at me and handed me the leash.

My son covered her with his cloak and put his arm 
about her shoulders as we left. I bought a colt for 
her and a blanket saddle, and we left the castle 
quickly with this red-headed treasure. At the first 
stream, we stopped and drank. The naked girl sat 
between us, smiling and put her hand on my codpiece 
and squeezed gently. "Shall I?" she asked quietly. I 
shook my head and she turned toward my son, "May I 
please you?" she asked him.

He looked over her head at me, begging, and I shook my 
head. He pushed her away reluctantly.

We got home by late afternoon, and I turned over the 
luscious youngster to my servants and my late wife's 
handmaidens, my current bed-warmers.

In the morning my oldest son came to the table looking 
tired and unhappy. "Her throat, her fingers, 
wonderful, but as far as can tell, she is 
impenetrable. I about broke my ram in half trying and 
then I licked her and sucked her and she sucked me and 
still could not get it in. Damn!"

I resisted the urge to laugh. "Let's let Simon try. 
His tool is thinner than yours is it not?"

He nodded and gobbled his food and fled.

I called for the girl and my youngest. I had forgotten 
her name and simply called her "red." My guards knew 
who I meant.

They both arrived and sat. The girl was now wearing a 
short and very thin shift and somehow that was more 
arousing than her nakedness. I introduced my son and 
watched him blush. He was fifteen and I knew he was 
active, in fact I had several complaints from the 
girls.

"Red, here," I said to him, "is a true and intact 
virgin, and she is ours, for our pleasure. It is her 
job, her training. Understand?"

He nodded and blinked at her.

"I want you to deflower her so that she can be more, 
let's say, useful, eh?"

He nodded.

'Stephen failed," I told him. "Be nice to her."

"I don't believe it."

I smiled and we finished our meal and the youngsters 
went off hand in hand, both roughly the same age I 
suppose. I went back to my study and my book work.

An hour later they were back, the luscious girl's hair 
a bit messier than usual, her eyes wet. My son was 
breathing hard and looking downcast. 

"He was right, Stephen was. She can't be; you know. I 
can't get it into her. We tried several ways, a number 
of positions. She sucked me, dripped her spit on me. 
Impossible, sir. I'm sorry. The tip of my little 
finger barely penetrates." He fled.

She stood there raising an eyebrow.

"How old are you?" I asked her.

She shook her head.

"You are too young, I suppose. I am going to assign 
guards to you, to protect your lovely body, your 
intact maidenhood. Understand?"

She nodded.

"You are not to play with them."

She blinked at me.

I called the captain of the guards, and we set up a 
schedule, and he led the girl off. I tried to put her 
out of my mind, but my aching cock would not let me. I 
had to try. I had enjoyed a number of virgins.

Late that afternoon there was a commotion in the hall 
and presently one of my big, Scottish warriors 
appeared with the redheaded girl wrapped about him, 
her legs crossed behind his middle and her arms about 
his neck, hanging on, still clothed.

"Well?" I said to him as he stood before me, looking 
ashamed, his kilt hiked up in the front.

"She jumped me," he said, "stood on a chair, got me 
hard with her legs and feet and then, when my manhood 
was standing as it does, almost straight up, she 
lowered herself on it and screwed me into her somehow, 
all the way in, sir, right to the cods."
 
He held up her muscular forearm. "That deep, sir."

The girl turned her head, tossed back her heavy mane 
and smiled. "I did it."

"So?" I asked.

"She's stuck, sir," the big man said. "and she's 
milking me dry. I've already spurted a half-dozen 
times."

"Really? You can't lift her off?"

He shook his head.

"Well, put her down here on the floor, don't crush 
her."

He lowered himself to his knees and then laid her 
flat, holding his weight off on his elbows and knees.
I examined the portal where they were joined. It was 
as if they had been welded together. Her lips seemed 
to be turned inward and his thick, blood streaked 
shaft was throbbing but not moving.

I licked my fingers, slid them down her soft belly, 
felt around and eventually found her fluttering lips 
and her tiny nub, no bigger than a pea it was. I 
pressed gently and rubbed.

The girl sobbed.

"Up a bit," I told the big Scot.

He arched and extended his arms. I rubbed and she 
writhed.

"Now pull back," I told him. 

He came out of her like a cork from an old wine bottle 
with the sound of sucking and a soggy pop.

He stood, his flaccid ram looking bedraggled indeed, 
said, "Thank you, sir," and hobbled away.

I helped the girl to sit up. "Why did you do that?"

"What?" she asked with a smile, still lying there, 
legs spread wide, belly pulsing, labia fluttering and 
bruised.

I waited.

"I felt his balls and knew he was big and strong, so I 
excited him and then jumped on him. I needed what I 
got. It took a bit of effort, but his thing was so 
hard and slope-headed that it got past the muscles and 
once in, it went all the way in.

"Did you enjoy it?"

She shook her head.

"Come," I said, offering her my hand, "we'll go to bed 
and see if we can cure your problem."

She smiled and rose, and by the time we got to my 
bedroom, my rigid ram was in her hand.

END

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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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