As he had always had a passion for castles and the Middle Ages, he had included as many castles and old ruins as he could in his explorations. This stop, he felt, had been something of a waste. He had learned nothing new from the lack-luster guide, and the castle itself was far from being a better-preserved specimen. For some reason, this tour was concluding in the castle's Great Hall. The guide was going into a now all too familiar litany about the castle's alleged ghostly inhabitants. Why did tour guides feel the necessity of ascribing a supernatural presence to their castle?

One Broderick of Westshire had apparently sacked this castle and put all of the castle's inhabitants to the sword. The castle's princess, Gwenyth, was alleged to roam the ruins and the castle grounds every 70 years or so seeking a body she might possess and so seek her revenge against all men for the slaughter that had occurred here.

The guide did not know, nor did he care, about the true extent of the horrors experienced by the inhabitants of Castle Blackbern. He might have learned that Gwenyth had in fact lived within these walls. She had been the daughter of King Geoffry the Just, and his wife, Queen Fayleen.

Life in King Geoffry's little kingdom had been peaceful and pleasant. He was a wise ruler and his land had been blessed with prosperity. Gwenyth was his sole child to have survived and he loved her dearly. He and the Queen contemplated which of dozens of suitors might offer Gwenyth the best possible future and the greatest happiness.

Though many of her contemporaries were long since married, the King and Queen so loved their daughter that they were in no hurry to be rid of her.

The peace of the region was broken when Sir Broderick of Westshire pushed westward seeking to expand his domain and wealth at the expense of his neighbors. Sir Broderick was at best a loutish man with base tastes who was the polar opposite of King Geoffry. Where Geoffry was enlightened, Broderick was ignorant. Where Geoffry was cultured, Broderick was crude.

That Broderick was as yet unmarried was not surprising as noblewomen fled from him. Broderick cared not as his tastes ran toward corpulent kitchen wenches, the larger and more numerous the better.

Geoffry's entire kingdom palled at the though of falling before a man such as Broderick, but fall they most certainly would as Broderick had many soldiers and mercenaries, all as brutal as he.

While Geoffry's men were gallant and courageous fighters, they were vastly outnumbered by Broderick's hordes.

Sick at heart at the thought of her father's kingdom falling to Broderick, and depressed further that she was not a man and able to wield a sword on her father's behalf, Gwenyth prayed ceaselessly that a way might be found to prevent her father's seemingly inevitable defeat.

With Broderick and his forces less than a fortnight away, Gwenyth realized that while she certainly was not a man who might take to the battle- field, she was a woman who might fight with the weapons God had given her. She rushed to her parents and pleaded with them to offer her hand to Broderick.

Her parents raged against the suggestion! Her father swore he would die first! Her mother sickened at the thought of her daughter and the pig Broderick. But Gwenyth's logic won out for she pointed out to her father that his responsibilities extended to his sub- jects, and she pointed out to both her parents that should Blackbern fall to Broderick she most certainly would not be free to marry a more suitable man.

Geoffry and Fayleen felt naught but grief as they sent word of their offer to Broderick, and both felt ever so much worse when Broderick unexpectantly accepted. Knowing that only through her wits and sex might Gwenyth preserve herself and bend Broderick to her will, in the brief time left before Broderick's arrival, Fayleen instructed Gwenyth as well she could in the ways and manners of pleasing a man. Though she would go to Broderick a virgin, Gwenyth would certainly not go to him ignorant.

Too soon Broderick arrived at Blackbern and promptly proved that the vile rumors of his countenance and demeanor were all vastly understated. Geoffry's soldiers pleaded for permission to strike out against Broderick and his men. Though they would certainly die, they would take Broderick and many of his men with them, for they too loved sweet Gwenyth and despaired at the thought of her bartered off to this man.

Geoffry could not sacrifice his honor though, even for his daughter, and dismissed his men as he sadly went to the Great Hall for the surrender of his daughter.

Broderick stormed into the Great Hall with cries of "Where is she?" There to meet Broderick and his men were Geoffry, Fayleen, and Gwenyth. Gwenyth's outward beauty betrayed none of her inner anguish. She was a magnificently beautiful young woman, lithe and statuesque, with flowing coppery-brown auburn hair that gleamed from the evening sun pouring through the window behind her. Backlit as she was, her lush young body was clearly outlined through the thin white gown she wore.

Broderick strode up to Gwenyth and grasped her gown. With one pull he ripped it from her body. She now stood naked before the assembly and though her fists were tightly clenched there was no other surrender of her poise or dignity before this outrage.

Naked, Gwenyth was even more magnificent! Her soft white skin was flawless. Her conical breasts swelled proudly on her chest standing forth as firmly and defiantly as Gwenyth now stood before Broderick. Her smooth flat stomach terminated at her lush mat of pubic hair as her long legs tapered gracefully to the ground. Gwenyth's inner charms surpassed her outward ones. She was intelligent, witty, and pleasant. She was a woman with whom a man might spend a lifetime of happy years.

Gwenyth's glories were wasted on Broderick. Ruined by a lifetime of fat wenches as ignorant as he, Broderick could comprehend only quantity and was unable to recognize quality when presented with it.

"What is this skinny baggage?" he roared! In an insane rage Broderick ordered the castle sacked and its inhabitants slaughtered! His men promptly and eagerly spread out through the castle to carry out Broderick's orders.

Geoffry's men were quickly slaughtered. Though a few managed to mount a defense, it was far too little and far too late. In no time the men were dead and any female within the walls herded to the Great Hall. There, before Geoffry, Fayleen and Gwenyth, Broderick's men began to strip and rape the women they had found. No consideration was given for rank or station as old nurse Desmira, who had faithfully served Geoffry's father before himself for all her 67 years, was raped alongside Colleen, a cook's daughter, all of 10 years old.

Even sex proved no barrier as several page boys found themselves bent over tables and impaled on the phallic lances of Broderick's men.

Before he was killed, Geoffry was forced to witness the stripping, raping, and disembowelment of his good wife Fayleen.

Gwenyth witnessed all of the room's horrors as soldier after soldier tore into her body. Usually singly, some went so far as to rape her anally while another was busy with her in a more traditional fashion. One soldier, apparently unable to wield nature's weapon, buried the hilt of his sword into her ravaged cunt. The pommel smashed and ruptured Gwenyth's uterus, while the wire wrapped handle ripped the tender flesh of her womanhood. Surrounded by screams and cries, Gwenyth mercifully expired.

-=*=-

The guide concluded his tour with the usual pitch for gratuities and commenced to move the group towards an exit from the hall. "What a load of bunk!" thought Jeremy. The group's orderly exit was marred when some fat slug of a woman slipped and fell.

"Surely Sir Broderick would have liked her," came a voice from behind Jeremy. He turned and beheld a beautiful young woman. She was tall with the most beautiful coppery-brown auburn hair he had ever seen. To describe it as simply auburn would be to degrade it for it seemed to possess a radiance of its own! Though he just knew that she would have a figure to match her face, he could see none of it as she was wearing some sort of robe that covered her completely from her neck right to the ground.

"Hello," Jeremy began. "I don't remember seeing you on the tour earlier."

"I have been here for a while," the beautiful girl replied. "I know of a lovely place. Wouldst thou care to see it?"

Quite taken with her, Jeremy nodded dumbly and followed the girl as she turned and exited the Hall. The voices of the tour group faded behind them. Up some stairs and down a corridor, Jeremy and the girl emerged on the castle's battlement. She walked toward the edge of the battlement, then turned and faced Jeremy, the setting sun behind her making her lovely hair gleam and shimmer as though an inner fire illuminated it.

"You're right," Jeremy said. "This view is certainly something!"

Reaching to the clasp of her cloak, the girl said seductively, "It was not for the fields and forests that I brought you here." With those words she shrugged the cloak from her shoulders and let it fall to the ground.

Jeremy's mouth dropped open noiselessly as he stared at the luscious naked female standing before him. Hers was the most exquisite body he had ever seen. Her skin seemed unreal it was so flawless. Her firm breasts thrust proudly forward surrendering not at all to gravity's pull. Her taut, flat abdomen rose above a thick mounded tuft of pussy fur that was the same glorious color as the hair on her head. She cupped her full breasts in her hands and pulled and pinched her nipples making them stand even more erect than they heretofore had.

Observing the bulge that was rapidly forming in the front of Jeremy's slacks, the girl was well aware of the effect she was creating.

"Doest my Lord approve of what he sees?" she asked coquetishly. Jeremy could only nod dumbly.

"Wouldst my Lord care to disrobe as well then?"

The girl stood watching him, silently stroking her breasts as Jeremy quickly stripped off his clothes. When he was naked she lay on her cloak that she spread out and with a single word instructed Jeremy to watch.

Her eyes never leaving his, she allowed her fingers to flow over the swollen mounds of her breasts. Her long fingers rolled her nipples and slipped lightly over the swell of her firm, ripe treasures. Down over her tight stomach they rippled until they reached the thick forest of hair at her junction. They playfully explored this forest, ultimately tugging on the hair making it appear even more full and mounded. Lower her fingers worked, rubbing over the full thick lips that flanked her sex slit.

The sight before Jeremy was overwhelming. She was so beautiful! She seemed to exude sexuality! It was all he could do to wrap his hand around his painfully swollen cock and squeeze it and pump it in response to this bewitching creature masturbating herself before him. Closer and closer Jeremy came to spurting his release.

The girl sensed this and raised her legs, spreading her thighs widely. The full lips of her cunt parted, offering Jeremy a glimpse of the delight within. With her hands by her knees the girl held herself fully open, offering herself to Jeremy.

She stared straight into his eyes and asked, "Does not my Lord desire me?"

Still speechless, Jeremy threw himself on top of the girl and settled himself between her legs. His throbbing cock stabbed blindly at her crotch as Jeremy tried desperately to find her lush opening. On one lucky thrust, the head of his cock slipped between her full cunt lips and he plunged deeply into her waiting tunnel.

So driven was Jeremy by his lust that he did not quite comprehend that this cunt he was so buried in had none of the warmth of other cunts he had sampled. This cunt was cold! But its tightness did register with him. When he tried to withdraw from her body, the muscles of her womanhood clasped him so tightly that he felt as though his cock could be ripped away if he tried to withdraw fully. Only short strokes were permitted, but short, staccato thrusts were exactly in keeping with his obsessed, lustful taking of this beautiful young woman.

So lost was he in his own pleasure that Jeremy failed to notice the waves of agony that passed over the girl's features. A strangled primal scream leaked forth from the girl's throat, but Jeremy, misinter- preting her cry, believed she was vocalizing her pleasure and falsely coaxed her on.

"Oh yeah baby! Come for me! Come for me!"

Harder and faster he drove into her bringing himself closer and closer to release. The girl could feel Jeremy's approaching climax as the pace and intensity of his thrusts became more obsessed.

"Oh my Lord. Wouldst thou give me thine essence?" The girl asked.

"Oh yes baby," Jeremy moaned. "Oh yes!"

She again asked, "Wouldst thou freely give unto me his life essence?"

"Oh yes baby," Jeremy again moaned mindlessly. "Oh baby! I'm coming!"

Jeremy's drove his hard shaft deep into the girl's receptive well. His body stiffened and he shuddered as spurt after spurt thudded into her depths.

An eerie smile passed over the girl's lips.

"Then enjoy thy moment of pleasure as though it were thy last as a man." The girl added, "For most truly it is."

Her words only barely managed to filter through Jeremy's post-orgasmic haze, but they registered sufficiently for him to lift his body off hers and look into her face.

She looked back at him and her eyes took on an unearthly quality. She began to laugh. Indeed for some reason, Jeremy immediately realized that this was the first time since he had met this girl that a sad and pervading gloom did not seem to hang about her. As she laughed a red mist slowly began to form about them. Her eyes continued to bore into Jeremy's soul and they sparkled as she continued to laugh. Her body began to take on a translucent glow as the mist grew denser and still she laughed. Her translucence changed to an ever-increasing degree of transparency as the mist seemed to cling to Jeremy and still she laughed!

Panic overwhelmed Jeremy. He tore himself away from the girl and stumbled backward, his eyes never leaving hers. His flesh tingled and crawled. Without another thought but to escape Jeremy scrambled to his feet and fled the battlement. Down through the stair- ways and corridors of the castle he ran. Through the now deserted Great Hall, out through the courtyard, and out of the castle he ran, the echoes of the girl's haunted laughter still ringing in his brain.

To the fact that he was totally nude he gave no thought. To the fact that his flesh seemed to pulsate with an energy of its own he was barely conscious. To the sensation that as he ran his stride was changing, his cadence altering he could not expend any mental or physical energy. To flee was all that mattered! To escape! Blindly, frantically he ran. Down the approach road from the castle to the main road where exhaustion and panic overtook him and he collapsed.

-=*=-

Jeremy first became aware of the low, murmured sounds about him. His consciousness seemed as though submerged in a deep, deep well. Though he kept swim- ming and kicking toward the surface he never quite seemed to arrive there. It always seemed just a little bit beyond him. And it seemed as though the body he was trying to propel was not his, as though the arms and legs he was moving did not respond as he knew they should. To compound matters, there seemed to be a force that kept pulling him back. Something that didn't want to let him reach that surface.

Slowly the distance to the surface diminished. Jeremy opened his eyes. It took a moment for him to realize that the sounds about him were nurses methodi- cally going about their duties in the hospital he was apparently in. As he lay there trying to bring his mind into focus, a nurse walked into the room. Her face lit up when she saw he was awake.

"Oh dearie," she cried. "You have no idea how we've worried about you. Let me get the doctor and tell him you've awakened. You've no idea what a lucky lassie you are!"

Though still far from totally conscious, Jeremy was still mentally alert enough to be struck aback by the nurse's words. Lassie? He staggered out of bed and across the room to a basin. When he looked into the mirror above it, gazing back at him was a magnifi- cently beautiful young woman with thick, radiant auburn hair.

Jeremy cried out, but what issued forth was a soprano scream. He immediately passed out.

-=*=-

She lay naked in the bed absentmindedly stroking the lush pelt at her delta and the deep pronounced cleft between her legs. Her stroking was more as a background to her contemplation than it was an attempt at physical stimulation. She could not comprehend why some remote corner of her brain felt itself to be male. She heard the heavy footsteps of her physician, Dr. Johnson, coming down the hall.

As her door opened, rather than attempt to cover herself, she pushed the bedcovers down further with her foot and spread her thighs wider apart.

Dr. Johnson froze in the doorway, riveted there by the magnificent sight before him. He had romanced many women, and as a physician had seen and examined hundreds more, but never had he experienced the power and magnetism of a woman's body such as he felt now.

The girl's eyes did not waver as they bored into his soul, but the good doctor was more obsessed with the pure female power that emanated from this beautiful young girl. His eyes were locked on her fingers as they danced and caressed over the moist folds of woman- hood spread before him. His cock rose in his trousers making a huge and most unprofessional bulge. For the first time in his practice, Dr. Johnson felt his pro- fessional demeanor and detachment slipping away only to be replaced by an overwhelming lust for the sexual enchantress before him.

The girl beckoned to him and he approached her bedside as if in a daze. She reached out and cupped his cock bulge through his pants. Gently she kneaded and squeezed further inflaming him. Overcome with desire, Dr. Johnson loosened his slacks and pushed them down.

The girl grasped his passion-engorged cock and tugged it gently, forcing the doctor to climb onto the bed with the girl and position himself between her wide spread thighs. She placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt and let the good doctor do the rest.

Swiftly he sank his cock into her depths. His mind blotted out all thoughts other than the desire for relief within this girl's body. Rhythmically his cock pumped in and out of her tightly clasping cunt.

The girl heard a nurse's footsteps approaching and she began screaming, "Oh dear God! Help Me! Some- one please help me!"

The nurse rushed into the room only to be con- fronted with the sight of Dr. Johnson's naked buttocks frantically rising and falling as he drove his penis into the moist receptive snatch beneath him. The nurse too began screaming as she futilely attempted to pull the doctor's body from atop the young girl.

-=*=-

Calm had been restored on the floor. Dr. Johnson had been taken away by a constable. His associate sat next to the young girl's bed.

"I know you have been through a tremendous ordeal, but if you could just bear with me for a bit longer. I really do need a bit of information for my report."

"I understand," said the girl.

"Now, if I could have your name," the constable asked.

"Certainly," replied the girl. "My name is Gwenyth."