From: Lysander@vnet.net (Lysander)

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   Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

   Subject: Caitlin's Tale (2/2) (ds, bd, f/f, mm+/f, beast...)

   Date: Wed, 13 Sep 1995 16:21:32 GMT

   Organization: Hardly Any

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   Caitlin sucked hard on Heather's cunt, to get the dregs.  She licked up
the stray drops on her labia and upper thighs.  She lowered her head to
lick up the drying rivulets that had escaped her mouth.When she was done,
she sat back on her heels.  Heather inspected herself closely and,
satisfied, dressed herself.  "You're a mess, Caitlin.  Clean yourself up
before our master gets back." Then she left.

   Caitlin found a washbasin and cloth.  She cleansed the urine from her
face and body and rinsed out her hair.  Then she went back to her room and
dressed.  When she thought she was presentable, she went off in search of
her master.

   Robert and Heather were in the courtyard.  He was giving the servants
their orders, in both French and English.  They were to unpack only the
essentials, then go to bed, for the day would start early.  Then he turned
to the warriors.

   They were a fearsome bunch, Caitlin thought as she looked at them from
the shadows of a doorway.  There were eleven of them, all wearing armor of
some sort.  All had swords; some carried bows and quivers, others rested
lances on the ground.  Only a handful were unscarred.  Three were missing
an ear, and one of those had a patch over his left eye.  Robert spoke to
them in English, but she noticed that he spoke clearly and used simple
words.

   "We'll start patrols the day after tomorrow.  I've sent the caretaker of
this keep to spread the word that the levees must be ready for inspection
by the end of this week.  I want you all to speak English all the time,
even among yourselves.  We'll be dealing with Welsh as well as Saxons, so
we need a lingua franca." For some reason, this brought laughter from the
otherwise terrifying group.

   "Wash the dust off, have a small drink, and meet me in the main hall in
about half an hour.  I need your help with a personal matter."

   The men spread out to get a feel for their new home, and Robert walked
toward the main hall.  He saw Caitlin in the lengthening shadows.  "Walk
with me," he called.  She trotted over to him.  "Did you hear what I said
to the men?"

   "Aye, Master."

   "The 'personal matter' I need their help with is you."

   "Me, Master?"

   "I have decided not to punish you for your...  impudence, earlier."

   "Oh, thank you!  Thank you, Master!"

   "Instead, I shall teach you exactly what it means to be my slave.  You
must serve me willingly.  If you do not wish to, you may leave and never
hear from me again."

   "I am yours, Master.  I want to learn."

   "Very well.  Tonight, you are not mine alone.  You will serve my men, in
every way they choose."

   She stopped in surprise.  Robert stopped as well, and looked down at
her.

   "All of them?"

   "All of them.  Or cease to be my slave and leave my sight forever."

   "Master, I would...  I would rather be punished."

   He stepped closer to her.  "No.  Punishment will only teach you how to
act like a slave.  This will teach you how to think as a slave, how to *be*
a slave.  But the choice is yours." He continued toward the hall.

   She watched him go.  She remembered the whipping earlier.  She thought
about the humiliation she had felt as Heather had voided herself in her
mouth.  And she thought about the taste of Heather's pussy, even soaked in
urine.  She thought about Robert's cock, filling her body.  She jogged up
to Robert and stood before him, head bowed, chin on breast.

   "Teach me Master.  Teach me how to be a slave."

   He lifted her chin with his hand.  He looked down into her eyes,
searching for sincerity.  "This will not teach you how to be a slave, but
what it *means* to be a slave.  Yes, I will teach you." Then he leaned down
and kissed her lips, almost gently.  She rose on tiptoes to meet his kiss,
but he drew away.  "I must prepare things.  Wait in your room, naked.  But
do not touch yourself.  Heather or I will come to collect you."

   The wait seemed interminable, but Caitlin sat on her bed, hands folded
in her lap.  Eventually, Heather opened her door.  She was as bare as
Caitlin, and her expression was serious.  "Come," was all she said.

   The main hall smelled strongly of sweat and horseflesh.  The men stared
at them with open lust as they walked into the chamber.  Tables had been
set up along the walls to either side.  Thane Albert's chair sat on the
spot where she had given up her virginity.  The soldiers were still dressed
as they had been.  A few were still armed, but most were not.

   She noticed a giant standing beside Robert by the empty fireplace.  He
looked a little like Robert.  The same hair, the same eyes, except they
were not as cold as her master's, nor as commanding.  A sword hilt jutted
over his right shoulder, and when he turned she saw that it was longer even
than Thane Albert's two-handed sword.  The man had to be almost seven feet
tall!  How had she not noticed him in the courtyard?

   The others were spread out in little groups of three or four.  None
bothered to hide their stares as she and Heather walked by.  She wanted to
cover herself, but since Heather did not, she would not.  They walked past
a doorway leading to nowhere.  No, not a doorway, a wooden frame, taller
and wider than a doorway.  Leather cuffs hung from ropes attached to the
upper corners.  Two more cuffs were attached near the bottom.  She could
not study it further because they had reached Robert.

   He seemed to notice them for the first time as he cut off his
conversation with the giant in mid-sentence.  "Ah, Heather, Caitlin.  This
is Etienne, my little brother." Caitlin felt her eyes widen, and Robert and
the giant laughed.  "Well, he is my younger brother, at least.  He has been
bigger than me since he was eight and I was eleven."

   Etienne's eyes wandered up and down Caitlin and Heather.  Caitlin saw
his crotch begin to bulge and she felt a new wave of fear course through
her body.  Surely a horse would be smaller!  Robert seemed to read her
mind, for he said, "Don't worry.  Etienne will try to hold himself back
until we think you're ready." He took Caitlin by one arm and led her back
to the center of the hall.  "We might as well begin now, don't you think?"

   "If you say so, Master," she answered.

   "I do.  Heather.  Heather!"

   She looked up from Etienne's groin.  "Yes, Master?"

   "Did you strike Caitlin as punishment, earlier?"

   Heather grinned widely.  "No, Master.  I didn't have the chance."

   Caitlin wanted to speak up, to say that she had been punished, but she
did not feel a slave should try to defend herself against one who had been
given power over her.

   "Then you must punish her now.  Would you like to give her a spanking?"

   "Yes, Master, very much!"

   Robert nodded his approval for her enthusiasm.  "But first, go to the
kitchens and bring back the pot of water over the fire and the device on
the table.  And hurry."

   She dashed off to carry out her orders, little breasts bobbing as she
half-ran out of the hall.  While she was gone, all the men pretended to
ignore Caitlin.  They all stared at her, to be sure, but their
conversations seemed to be about other things entirely.  Heather soon
returned with a small black pot.  It was not very hot, despite being over a
fire, for she carried it barehanded by the wire handle.  In her other hand
dangled something that looked like a large onion.  She couldn't tell what
it was, or even what it was made of.  It was flexible, but didn't look like
it was leather.

   Etienne lifted her by the waist, eliciting a small shriek.  He placed
her on her hands and knees on one of the tables and pressed lightly on her
back, signaling that she should remain in that position.  Robert tested the
water with his fingers.  Apparently he found it satisfactory, for he placed
the "stalk" of the "onion" into the water.  He squeezed on the bulb and air
bubbles formed and burst in the water.  Then he released the pressure and
the bulb began to slowly expand.  The water level in the pot dropped
noticeably.

   When the bulb had expanded to full size, Robert pulled it out.  Caitlin
noticed that the "stalk" was actually a narrow tube, with a nozzle attached
to the end.  He moved behind her and placed the very tip of the nozzle
against her tight bunghole.  He pushed, not very hard.  He relaxed, then
pushed again.  Caitlin tried to make herself relax, to help her master, but
she could not.  She wanted to please him.  There was not very much pain
from the probings, but she could not force herself to relax, so she was
about to ask him to push harder, when he pulled the nozzle completely away.

   "She is too dry," he said, mock frustration in his voice.  "Heather! 
Get over here and get her ass wet!" She heard a hand dip into water.  "No,
stupid girl!  Use your tongue!" Caitlin imagined the look of shock that
must have crossed Heather's face.  "You are a slave too, love, remember?"
She wiggled her bottom at Heather.  Robert must have approved, for he was
silent and his hand did not slap her.

   Heather's hands parted her cheeks.  She could feel her friend's warm
breath on her crinkled hole.  Heather was shuddering in revulsion, she
surmised from the way the air moved over her backside.  She felt the wet
tip of the other slave's tongue and she nearly melted.  Heather's tongue
lightly touched her back entrance, tickling more than arousing, but Caitlin
knew that, once the girl applied herself, she would enjoy the sensation
very much indeed.

   "Lick it, girl!  Get your tongue up there!  See if you can get it
inside." Caitlin heard words of lewd encouragement from the other knights.
Heather pulled her cheeks wider apart, and Caitlin felt her face make
contact with her buttocks.  The flat of Heather's tongue swabbed along
Caitlin's twitching asshole.  It felt rough and slippery.  It felt
exceedingly strange and wonderfully pleasurable.  Caitlin began to twist
her ass against Heather's face.  But Heather grasped her butt to hold her
still.  Her lips formed an O matching her asshole, and Caitlin felt the
girl's tongue press insistently at her hole.  Now she was able to relax,
and Heather's tongue forced its way past the ring of muscle.

   With her tongue, Heather began to fuck Caitlin's asshole.  Caitlin was
certain she would have an orgasm, just from the sensual contact of lips and
tongue to rectum, and from the knowledge that all these men were watching
them, but Robert's voice interrupted them.

   "Enough.  She's ready now." She felt the tongue slowly withdraw from her
body.  Heather gave her asshole one last kiss before stepping away.

   Robert stepped up behind her again.  Again she felt the nozzle on her
asshole.  But now, she was wet and relaxed.  The nozzle slid in easily. 
Then, Caitlin felt a tickle in her bowels.  She looked over her shoulder.
Robert was slowly squeezing on the bulb, forcing the water through the hose
and nozzle and into her ass.  The water was warm, and the sensation, while
unusual, was not unpleasant.  Her master squeezed harder on the bulb, and
the flow of water increased.

   She felt herself filling up.  She felt like she had to go to the privy.
Badly.  Now.  But Robert kept squeezing on the bulb, forcing more water
into her bowels.  How much was in that contraption, anyway?  She thought
she would burst, she felt so full.

   Finally, mercifully, Robert finished.  He tossed the infernal bulb to
one side, and Caitlin expected to be allowed up so she could void her
bowels.  "You may begin spanking her now, Heather." No!  If she had to
endure a spanking with all this water in her guts, she would explode for
certain!

   "Try to hold it in, Caitlin," Robert told her.  "It will only be twenty
strokes."

   She steeled herself for the coming torture, but was still surprised when
she felt the first smack of Heather's opened hand on her buttock.  She was
certain she felt her anus open and she expected to make a terrible mess. 
But she managed to keep control.  As she did for the next half dozen
strikes.  And the next half dozen.  But around the fifteenth, she knew she
could not last.

   "Master!" she cried.  "I can't hold it any longer!"

   The smacks stopped and Robert asked, "Are you certain?"

   "Yes, Master!  Please, please let me go!"

   "If I let you go now, we will start again, from the beginning, but the
number will double."

   "Yes, Master.  Please may I go?  I'm going to burst!"

   "Very well."

   Etienne helped her down.  Fortunately, he took her by the shoulders this
time instead of the waist.  Robert ordered Heather to accompany her and
help clean her.  With tightly clenched cheeks, Caitlin waddled out of the
hall.  Heather had gathered up some cloths from somewhere and was holding
one elbow to help her maintain her balance.  But she couldn't make it to
the privy.  It was the most embarrassing thing she had ever done in her
life, but she leaned against a wall, spread her legs, and let go.

   As Heather was mopping up her legs, she let Caitlin know how she felt.
"Stupid bitch!  You're disgusting!"

   "I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  Consider yourself lucky I didn't let
loose when you had your hand in the way.  Besides, if you hadn't hit me so
hard, I could've made it."

   "Well you shouldn't have slapped me earlier!"

   "Well you shouldn't have volunteered to become Master's slave."

   Heather stood up and tossed the soiled cloth away.  She looked directly
into Caitlin's eyes.  "Can you blame me?"

   Caitlin was taken aback and couldn't answer for a moment.  Finally, she
dropped her gaze and said, "No." She waited a few heartbeats before she
continued.  "You've got a delicious pussy."

   Heather's teeth were startlingly white in the half darkness.  "And
you've got a delicious ass." She lifted her hand to gently touch one of
Caitlin's breasts.  "Let's get back inside."

   Inside, the last of the soldiers were taking off their clothes.  More
scars were in evidence, as were hard-muscled bodies.  Robert's brother may
not have been as big as a horse, Caitlin thought, but he wasn't much
smaller.  Though it was hard enough for the head to be almost fully
exposed, his cock hung halfway down his thigh.  And Etienne had long
thighs. Most of the men seemed large to Caitlin, but none as large as her
master and his brother.

   "The men have drawn lots to see who will go first," Robert said from the
back of the crowd.  "Ralf."

   The one-eyed man stepped forward.  He was probably the oldest of the
group, with wrinkles beginning to form on a face that was already leathery
from days in the sun.  He grinned at her and she could see that many of his
teeth were either missing or broken.  Those that were left were a
disgusting shade of brown.  He saw where she was looking, and he could see
the expression on her face.  He ran his tongue around the inside of his
mouth and grinned even more lewdly.  "Not pretty is it, girl?" He stalked
up to her and touched her lips with gnarled fingers.  "But you've got a
pretty one, eh?" His breath stank of garlic and dried beef.  "Very pretty.
But can you do anything with it?"

   His hands landed heavily on her shoulders and he pushed her down to her
knees.  His rampant cock stared her in the face.  His hips moved it closer
to her lips.  She opened her mouth wide and took the head in her mouth.  He
smelled of stale sweat and his cock tasted like stale piss.  It was
unwashed and sticky.  She took as much as she could into her mouth.  As her
tongue roamed over every inch she could reach, Caitlin reached up between
the man's heavy thighs to take his balls in her hand.  They felt full, and
his nuts seemed to float in semen.

   Soon, she had licked half his cock clean, and tasted nothing but heated
flesh.  She moved back and licked at the bottom half of the prick.  It
bounced around in time to the flicks of her tongue.  She moved down to his
balls.  She sucked them into her mouth and laved her tongue over them. 
Then she moved back to the head.

   When she had the head back in her mouth, Ralf placed his hands on either
side of her head.  He began to move her head back and forth on his cock;
she rested her hands on her knees and let him control her.  He moved her
head faster and faster, until she was in real pain, and began to resist
despite herself.  She began to whimper in pain.

   Ralf took mercy on her.  He held her head still and began to fuck her
mouth.  His prick began to leak, and she swallowed the thin salty fluid,
her mobile tongue moving all over the front half of his cock.

   Ralf began breathing hard, panting.  "I have to sit down," he wheezed.
He backed up toward a bench.  Caitlin followed on her hands and knees, lips
locked around the head of his prick.  When he was seated on the bench and
reclining against the edge of the table, she rested her forearms on his
thighs and bobbed her head up and down on his shaft.  Her fingertips
tickled his balls as he continued leaking into her mouth.  She thought he
would never come.

   She felt fingers on her pussy, probing her cunt.  She wiggled her ass to
encourage whoever it was.  She was wet, dripping.  She needed to be
penetrated.  She felt a cock nudging past her opening.  She tried to open
up for him, but he seemed to be having difficulty finding her entrance. 
She whined in frustration around Ralf's cock.

   "What's the matter?" she heard one of the men shout.  "Used to old
Marie, boy?  Not every slut's got a cow's cunt, you know!"

   The laughter from the others was drowned out by Etienne's booming voice.
"If anybody knows about cows' cunts, it's you Guy!" The resultant laughter
was even louder.  But Caitlin didn't pay attention, because the man behind
her had finally managed to sink his cock into her.  At the same time, old
Ralf finally shot into her throat.  She thought the reward worth the wait,
as his load was thick and copious.  She tasted a hint of garlic, and a
nutty flavor.  She swallowed most of it greedily, and what small amount
leaked out, she lapped up eagerly.

   The man behind her immediately began pounding her pussy.  Despite the
suddenness of his climax, Caitlin felt a small orgasm as well.  Both men
got up and were replaced by two more.  The prick in her cunt felt enormous,
the one before her face was slightly smaller than Ralf's.  She heard
Etienne's shout again.  "Tell us if her tongue feels like a cow's, Guy!"

   "At least I won't have to cover my prick in salt!" He laughed at his own
joke, but began to groan as Caitlin swallowed his cock.  As the man behind
her thrust into her, she was rocked forward on her hands and knees.  She
had taken Guy as deeply as she could, and the first thrust forced her to
take him so deeply that her lips and nose were buried in his pubic hair. 
She gagged and backed off immediately.  As she was coughing, trying to
catch her breath and not retch, the man behind her kept fucking steadily.
Guy stroked himself in her face.

   "If you're not up to sucking, slut," he said, "at least you can lick."

   He raised his knees to his chest.  Below his hanging balls, Caitlin was
staring at his dark, hairy asshole.  She buried her face between his
asscheeks and began to lick.  Her face was slammed against the man's ass
again and again.  She wrapped her arms around Guy's waist and pressed her
face tight against him.  She remembered how good Heather's tongue felt
inside her ass, and she tried to worm hers inside Guy.  His ass tasted tart
and musky, but not as bad as her mother's cabbage.  The man behind her
began to scrape his fingers across her clit.  She felt his smooth chest
against her back.  He pulled her hair to one side so he could see her
licking out and tongue-fucking Guy's asshole.

   "You've got a tight little pussy, slut.  So tight and wet.  But I bet
your ass is even tighter.  Do you want me to fuck your ass, slut?"

   She pulled her tongue from Guy's ass, and panted her answer.  "Sweet
Jesus, yes!  Fuck my ass!  Fuck my tight ass!"

   "No!" she heard Robert shout.  "She is my slave, and I will be first to
take her asshole."

   "Yes, Robert," the man answered meekly.  But he continued to fuck her
proudly, and that was the most important thing.

   "Oh yes, Master!  Please fuck your slave slut's ass!  Will you do it
next, Master?  Please will you fuck my ass next?"

   Robert stood beside her, watching her service his men.  "When you've
made Guy and Michele come.  I'll fuck your ass for you then."

   "Oh thank you, Master!  Thank you."

   She bent to her task with new enthusiasm.  She twisted her ass against
Michele, trying to make him come as soon as possible, so that her master
could fuck her ass.  She was actually able to take Guy into her throat
once, for a moment.  She stroked his prick while she sucked hard on the
head.  And she twisted her forefinger up his ass, which made his cock
twitch violently.  A few strokes of her hand and finger, and Guy was
shooting into her mouth.  She gobbled down his cum and spit out his prick.

   "Come, come, come," she chanted at Michele.  His thrusting speeded up
and became more ragged.  His stubbled face screwed up, almost in agony.  He
groaned loudly and shot his semen

   deep into her pussy.

   "Now, Master, now!  Fuck me in the ass!"

   Robert did not kneel behind her as she expected.  Instead he lifted her
off the floor and laid her lengthwise on her stomach on the table. 
"Heather," he called.  Caitlin turned her head and saw Heather a few feet
away on a bench with her fingers buried in her pussy.  Immediately she
stood and walked over to their master.  Robert continued.  "You did such a
good job getting her ass wet before, you can do it again."

   This time, Heather eagerly buried her face between Caitlin's buttocks.
She attacked the prostrate girl's asshole with her tongue.  Her tongue
circled Caitlin's anus a few times, getting it slick with saliva.  Then she
stiffened her tongue and forced it into the hole.  Caitlin's asshole sucked
the muscle in, and Heather was actually able to wriggle her tongue around
inside her.  Caitlin bucked her ass up at Heather's face, trying to get
even more of her tongue inside her.  Heather moved lower, licking her cunt,
sucking out the sperm of the two soldiers who had already fucked her there.
She heard Robert laughing as he pulled the girl away from her pussy.  Then
she felt his cock enter her pussy in one long stroke.

   He fucked her slowly for a few seconds, then withdrew from her body. 
Slick with the cum of two warriors and one slave, his prickhead poked at
her anus.  Hands pried her asscheeks apart, forcing her asshole to open
wider.  Slowly, painfully, Robert forced his cock into her.  It seemed to
take hours for the head to fully breach her entrance.  And Caitlin loved
every second of agony.

   Almost anticlimactically, the ring of her asshole clamped down behind
the head of her master's cock.  The rest was easier to take, as the bulbous
head stretched open her back passage to allow the rest of his cock to move
into her.  "Fill me, Master!" Caitlin pleaded.  "Fill my ass with your
cock! Fuck your slut's ass!"

   Robert laid down along her back, pressing her breasts into the tabletop.
He held onto the edges and used the leverage to push down even harder.  He
was heavy, but Caitlin barely noticed.  Almost all her attention was
focused on the fullness in her ass.  Robert fucked with shallow, slow
strokes.  Caitlin bounced her hips against him.  She was his slave.  If he
was going to take her, it was only right that he take her fully.  Robert
must have understood her message, for he began to lengthen his strokes and
quicken his pace.  Soon, he was giving her his entire length on every
stroke.  She wanted him to fuck her forever.

   Suddenly, Heather's blonde pussy was before her face.  "Lick it," Robert
said.  "She deserves pleasure from something besides her fingers.  And you
are the only one we will fuck tonight."

   That's a shame, thought Caitlin, for she would have loved to suck the
sperm from her pussy, or from her ass.  But this is nice, too, she
reflected as Heather lifted her pussy to her mouth.  All too soon, Robert
flooded her ass, and Heather flooded her mouth, and she flooded the table.

   After that, the men took her three at a time.  Actually, she climbed
atop one man, and rode his cock.  A second entered her slick ass, and a
third presented his cock to her mouth.  The ones in her mouth and ass came
quickly, and were replaced by two more.  These two also spent while the
first man remained hard within her.  One more man entered her ass.  The
cock in her pussy finally came, but the man it was attached to could not
get out from under her.  By the time his prick softened and fell out of her
cunt, the other climaxed deep in her rectum.  She had not been fucked by
the same cock twice, and she had taken them all except...

   "Etienne?  Where is my master's brother?  I want his cock inside me!"

   "You may fuck my brother when I say so.  Right now, there are only two
cocks you are allowed to touch."

   Caitlin looked over to her master.  Robert stood there, stout ropes in
either hand.  At his feet sat the two wolfhounds.  Long tongues hung out of
their mouths, dripping saliva on the floor.  Long thick cocks, pink and
swollen, jutted from the sheaths under their bellies.

   Her mind told her that she should be revolted, that her stomach should
be turning at the thought of what her master expected of her.  Her mind
told her she should leave and never return, rather than degrade herself in
such a way.

   But it was her body that was in control.  And her body was filled with
lust.  Her body demanded cock, any cock.  And the dogs were huge, as big as
most men, with large cocks, almost as big as Robert's.  Her mind began to
listen to her body.  If she took on the dogs, the other men would fuck her.
She would be allowed to fuck Etienne.  She glanced over at her master's
brother.  If anything, his cock was bigger than before.  Her eyes went back
to the dogs.  Look at them!  her body said.  They'll feel so good inside
me, pounding away at me.  You've seen how they fuck bitches, imagine them
fucking me like that, fast and hard and powerfully.  Think of it!

   Robert saw her staring transfixed at the dogs, at their pricks.  "Is
there something you want to ask of me, slave?"

   "Please, Master.  May I fuck them?"

   Robert pretended to look shocked.  "You want to fuck these *dogs*
slave?"

   "Yes, Master." She was pleading now.  She knelt on the floor a few feet
from the men, and from those dogs.  "Please will you let me?"

   "I may.  Is there anything else you want to do?"

   "Oh, Master!  Yes!  I want to suck their cocks too.  I want to swallow
their seed!  But I want, more than anything else, for them to fuck me. 
Please let me fuck them, let me suck them!  Please?"

   "Very well.  Turn around."

   She spun on her knees, presenting her backside to the group.  She felt
cum trickling down her thighs, cooling on her flesh.  She looked over her
shoulder at what was happening.  Robert handed one leash to his brother. 
He let the other dog advance on her.  The dog fought to get away from her
master.  Robert was actually leaning backwards as the dog strained toward
her.  Robert let the dog get close enough that his snout made contact with
her ass, then he stopped.

   The dog's tongue snaked out and licked up her pussy furrow and the crack
of her ass.  She heard him snuffle and felt his warm breath as he tried to
clear the juices that had gotten into his nose.  His tongue was wide and
rough and wet.  While it was not as agile as a human tongue, and unable to
penetrate her, it was very powerful.  Every time it lapped at her crotch,
it battered her clit or asshole, and it moved like the dog was drinking
water after three days without.

   "Please, Master, let him fuck me!"

   Robert let the dog go, and immediately he was mounting her ass.  He was
tall enough that he could stand on all fours above her.  His powerful chest
and narrow waist merged perfectly with her arched back and upthrust ass. 
His cock banged against her pussy, unable to enter her.  Desperately, she
reached between her legs and grasped it.  It was incredibly hot, hotter by
far than the human cocks she had held.  And it was wet, leaking a copious
amount of fluid.  It coated her hand as she guided the cock to her
entrance.

   The dog did not enter her slowly and smoothly.  He cared nothing about
her comfort.  As soon as the head was in her pussy, he fucked the rest of
his cock into her in a single lightning-fast stroke.  Caitlin was driven
forward by the thrust, and she half-whimpered in pain, half-squealed in
excitement.  She rested her head on her arms and let the dog fuck her as
hard and as fast as he wanted.  His furry balls rubbed against her clit on
each instroke.  The knot at the base of his cock stretched her pussy open.
She spread her knees wide apart and felt his hot belly rub along her
asshole, the hairs tickling her anus and exciting her further.

   She noticed she was whimpering.  That and the dogs' heavy breathing were
the only sounds in the hall.  All evening, the men had made lewd comments
to and about her, in French and English.  There had been cheers and shouts
of encouragement, and always laughter.  But now, there was only silence,
except for the sounds of bestial passion.

   She opened her eyes.  The men were dumfounded, even her master. 
Obviously, they had not believed she would do this so willingly, or enjoy
it so much.  That she was able to shock even these men thrilled her to her
core.  She decided to carry the performance even further.

   She reached between her legs once more.  She wrapped her fingers around
the dog cock and, when he pulled almost all the way out, jerked him out of
her pussy.  Before the dog could make a forward thrust, she placed the head
at her asshole.  She howled when he fucked into her.

   The dog howled as well, whether in response to her own cry or at the
tightness of her ass, Caitlin had no idea.  The dog tried to fuck her ass
as hard and fast as he had fucked her cunt, but, despite the amount of
fucking and semen it had received that night, her ass offered much more
resistance to the invading cock.  Although the pleasure she felt from the
dog cock in her ass was great, the pain from his frantic fucking was also
considerable.  She wondered if she might have made a mistake.

   She placed her shoulders directly on the floor and reached for her pussy
with both hands.  Three fingers of one hand went into her cunt, while two
fingers of the other massaged her clitoris.  She fucked herself in time to
the hound's thrusts in her ass.  She rubbed her clit even faster.  As the
small orgasms piled up, her ass relaxed even more, and she felt nothing but
pleasure from the dog cock inside her.  Even the small amount of pain she
felt was pleasurable, like stretching aching muscles.  This allowed the dog
to fuck her even faster.

   The prick in her ass and her fingers on her cunt soon had their effect.
She climaxed under the dog's assault and her own ministrations.  Her
asshole spasmed around the dog cock, sending him over the edge as well.  As
her pussy quivered under her hands, she felt the dog's hot semen shoot
deeply into her ass.  His cock swelled to enormous proportions, and Caitlin
was momentarily concerned that he would rip her apart.  But after the first
couple of spurts into her ass, the dog's cock popped out.  There was some
pain as the swollen head forced its way past the ring of muscle, but it
only added to her climax.  As the dog walked away from her, satisfied,
Caitlin waved her hips in circles, wanting more.

   She heard the other dog behind her, claws scrabbling on the floor as he
tried to get at her.  "You said you wanted to suck one, yes?  And 'swallow
his seed?'"

   She turned over and looked at the dog's turgid cock.  He was smaller
than the other one.  She might be able to get the whole thing in her mouth.
She propped herself on her elbows and licked her lips.

   "Aye, Master.  Let me suck this one, please?"

   Robert led the dog up to her.  He tried to lick at her pussy, but Robert
pulled him forward.  He awkwardly tried to lower himself so that he could
fuck her, but Robert pulled him forward.  Finally, his cock was pointed
straight at her watering mouth.

   Without preamble, Caitlin opened wide and let the dog walk his cock into
her mouth.  His prick was just as hot as the other's, and it was also
leaking prodigiously.  His fluid tasted gamier than the men's, but just as
delicious in its own way.  It was definitely recognizable as semen, and she
wondered if the men would taste this way if they ate nothing but meat all
their lives.

   His cock didn't seem as filthy as she had expected, either.  Certainly
it felt cleaner in her mouth than Ralf's had, but she couldn't smell it
because of the overpowering scent of unwashed dog fur.  When the dog got
his cock into her mouth, instinct took over and he began to fuck her face
like a pussy.  She let him batter her lips for a few moments, but stopped
him because he was hitting her nose, making tears well up in her eyes.  She
raised one hand and braced it against his hind legs, preventing him from
fucking her mouth.

   Instead, her mouth fucked him.  She bobbed her head up and down on his
prick.  It constantly leaked thin salty fluid, and she enjoyed letting it
fill her mouth and flow over her taste buds before she swallowed it.  She
took it out of her mouth and kissed up and down its length.  She licked the
sides and underside.  She circled the pointed head with her tongue.  At
last she took it back into her mouth.  She sucked hard, drawing more fluid
from the dog's pisshole.  She wanted to stroke his cock, but she needed
both hands to hold herself up and to keep the dog from accidentally
breaking her nose.

   The dog began fighting her.  His cock got harder and larger.  More
precum leaked from his cock, filling her mouth more quickly.  It was
thicker, now, as well.  She knew the dog would come very soon.  She
hungered for his semen, she wanted it to flood her mouth and run down her
chin.  She wanted to drown in dog cum.  Suddenly, the dog went stiff-legged
and she felt the first burst of jism against the back of her throat.  It
was thinner than a man's, but with a wilder taste.  And there was so much
more of it.  Caitlin was hard-pressed to swallow it all.  Indeed, despite
her efforts, a good deal of it did run down her chin and drip on her tits.
She swallowed and sucked and swallowed again.  It seemed like she was
trying to swallow the sea.

   But gradually, the tide ebbed.  The river of cum became a stream, then a
trickle.  Caitlin sucked as hard as she could to get every last drop the
dog cock had to offer.  When she had gotten it all, the dog stepped back.
She licked her lips to gather up as much cum as she could.  The wolfhound
dipped his head and lapped his own semen that had fallen to her tits.  His
tongue felt rough and cool on her nipples.  He followed the trail of his
cum up her chest and neck, to her face.  When he had lapped it all up, he
walked away, ignoring her.

   Caitlin fell to her back.  She spread her legs and pawed at her pussy.
"Please, Master.  May I fuck your brother now?  Please will you let me feel
him inside me?"

   "No.  You're still not ready."

   Robert helped her up and led her over to the wooden frame.  "If you want
Etienne to fuck you, you have to be bound in this frame."

   The frame was almost eight feet tall.  She noticed that the lower half
had holes at regular intervals in each post.  Two pegs were placed in each
post just lower than the levels of her knees.  Robert helped her step onto
the pegs.  While he held her steady, two of the soldiers put her wrists in
the upper bracelets.  They were stiff and lined with soft fur.  Then they
put her ankles in the other cuffs.  When she was bound hand and foot,
Robert pulled out the supporting pegs, leaving her dangling by her wrists.

   Caitlin groaned in painful ecstasy.  "Will Etienne fuck me now, Master?"
she panted.  "Please?"

   Robert just grinned at her.  "No.  But everyone else will."

   "Ooohhh, Master!"

   Ralf stepped up to her, breathing heavily in her face.  He grabbed her
roughly by the buttocks and lifted her onto his cock.  She felt another
cock nudge against her asshole.  When Ralf let her sink, she was impaled
front and back on two hard, long pricks.  She sighed contentedly.  Four
hands lifted her, using her entire body to stroke the members inside her.
Her arms were too weak to lift herself very high, and her feet had nothing
beneath them; she could not even wrap her legs around Ralf.  She could only
rely on the strength of the soldiers to satisfy her.

   Even though Caitlin was somewhat small, even though they were used to
wielding heavy weapons in combat, even though there were two of them, the
men could not raise and lower her body fast enough.  Bending at the knees,
they began to spear their pricks up into her holes.  They fucked into her
at the same time, lifting her as her cunt and asshole resisted their entry.
She rose and sank on the stiff rods inside her, over and over and over
again.  Eventually, the warriors came inside her.  They were replaced by
two more, who fucked her to the edge of insensibility, through innumerable
orgasms.  Five times in all she took cocks in her cunt and ass, hanging
from her wrists.

   Only Robert and Etienne were left now.  "I'm ready now, Master.  Please
let your brother fuck me.  Please let him fuck me."

   Robert bent down to unbuckle the ankle cuffs.  He placed the pegs in the
highest holes and lifted her to stand on them.  Her head was now above the
crossbar.  She was too high for Etienne to fuck now.  She wondered what her
master had planned for her.

   Etienne stepped out of the crowd.  Caitlin was too fascinated by the
giant's cock to notice what he carried.  Then she saw.  His sword.  Still
in its scabbard, he set its tip against the floor.  It was a two-hand sword
made for a giant's proportions.  The hilt was nearly two and a half feet
long, and the pommel was bigger than her fist.  It reached almost to her
cunt.  In fact, she could look down and see droplets of sperm fall on the
pommel from her leaking pussy.

   "If you can take this," Robert was saying, "I'll know you're ready for
Etienne." Caitlin shivered in anticipation.

   While the brothers held the sword steady, Caitlin slowly lowered herself
to the hilt.  Her pussy lips touched the steel ball on the end, and she was
surprised to find that it was not cold.  She twisted her hips about,
rubbing her cunt on the ball and on as much of the grip as she could reach,
getting it wet with the juices that were now veritably pouring out of her.
The grip was wrapped in leather strips, well-worn from use.  But even so,
she could feel the roughness left to the edges as she stroked her clit up
and down its length.

   Finally, she thought she had gotten it wet enough.  The leather felt
wonderful, but she was determined to fuck this sword so that she could fuck
Etienne's...  sword.  Perhaps later she could wheedle a leather-hilted
dagger from one of the warriors for her own use.  The ball at the end of
the hilt wasn't really a sphere, it was more egg-shaped, for battering at
enemy heads.  Caitlin rotated her cunt on the rounded tip of the pommel,
widening her hole to accept it.  As she sank lower, she continued moving to
and fro, stretching the muscles to accommodate the rapidly widening pommel.

   When she reached the widest point, she found she could not stretch any
more.  She resorted to brute force, pushing directly down upon the steel.
She looked down to see how much she had gotten in, and saw Robert looking
up at her, an approving smile playing across his lips.  She redoubled her
efforts.  Then, suddenly, her muscles stretched and she dropped like a rock
on the sword hilt.  She caught herself before she fell too far.  The pommel
had entered her so suddenly, it had caused some pain.

   Robert stood and massaged her clit with his middle finger.  This caused
her to relax even more, and she was able to once again begin moving down
lower.  Her pussy lips wrapped around the leather strips.  They clung to
the hilt.  She had never felt so full.  The pommel felt heavy in her pussy.
It stretched her walls more than they had ever been stretched before. 
Again she looked down to see how far she had taken the hilt inside her. 
About half was buried inside her.  She twisted around a little.  This was
all she was able to take, she decided.

   She began to stand up on the pegs again.  Slowly, she moved off of the
weapon.  She wasn't sure, but she thought she could see the outline of the
pommel inside her belly.  Up and down she moved on the hilt.  Each stroke
took half a minute.  Then a quarter.  Soon, she had relaxed enough that she
was taking a foot of leather-covered steel in little over a second.  She
wished she had Etienne on top or underneath her.  He would fuck her hard
and fast.  But the leather felt wonderful against her clit.  She felt a
pair of lips on hers.

   It was the first time she had been kissed that night, and it surprised
her.  Only one man was tall enough to kiss her on this perch.  She opened
her eyes to see Etienne.  But if he was kissing

   her, who was holding the sword?  She glanced down.  The sword was still
standing on its tip, her pussy the only thing keeping it from toppling.

   Faster she moved on the sword, squatting and standing, back as straight
as she could manage to allow as much of the rigid steel as possible in her.
The pommel was so filling, and the leather wrappings so stimulating, she
knew she would climax at any moment.  Faster and faster she fucked the
weapon.  She was moving almost as though she were fucking a man now.  She
squatted and stood, squatted and stood, and then...

   She heard a clank as the sword fell to the floor.

   "Nooo!" she sobbed as she tried to fuck empty air.  She had been so
close.  Only one thing could be as filling as that sword.  "Master," she
pleaded.  "Now Master, PLEASE!"

   "Take her, brother," he said simply.

   Etienne's powerful arms wrapped around her waist.  In a single motion,
he brought her down on top of his prick.  He wasn't as wide as the pommel
had been, but the girth of his prick was constant all the way to the root.
He lifted and lowered her on his cock as though she were a feather pillow.
He crushed her body to his.  He had been waiting all night, watching her
suck and fuck all those other men, and dogs, and even his own sword.  He
flooded her pussy with his cum.  So forceful was his ejaculation, that it
forced out the spendings of all the others she had had that night.

   Stay hard, she prayed.  Stay hard.  She finally had him and she could
not stand the thought of losing his cock so soon.  Her prayers were
answered.  He stayed firm inside her.  He continued bouncing her on his
groin.  She screamed her climax in his ear, her strongest one of the night.
She went completely limp.  She hung from the crossbar, her legs relaxed
around Etienne.  Only his grip on her ass and thighs kept her from sliding
off of his magnificent member.

   She felt someone loosening the bonds that held her to the frame.  She
felt herself falling, but she didn't care.  She was completely filled. 
Strong hands caught her and she vaguely realized she was being carried,
Etienne still rampant in her cunt, to a table.  She felt the giant's body
on top of her, she felt him fucking her savagely, but she was too exhausted
to care.  In a way, she barely noticed it.  Her body kept climaxing, and
she heard her own screams of passion.  But her mind was somewhere else,
retreating from the overwhelming sensations.

   I think I remember more men buggering me, even Etienne, that night.  And
the dogs again.  And dear Heather.  But it is mostly a blur.  I might be
just remembering other nights when Heather and I served our master by
serving his men.

   Of course, it lasted only a year.  Robert was felled by one of those
Welsh arrows on a raid.  Then Heather wed Etienne -- and the girl was even
smaller than I was!  -- and they left.  When the king gave the keep to a
new knight, I was more or less included, by my own choice.  But the new man
was no Robert, and one day I learned what it was like when the tables were
turned.  But that's another story.

   But wait!  I hear your mother coming.  Get your hands out of your skirt,
girl!

   ...but ye have to be careful not to let it cool too long, or it loses
its flavor and...

   Oh, hello, daughter!  Just telling the little one some of the things a
woman must know.

   Copyright 1994 by Lysander

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