Chapter 10

The battle-hardened veteran of the Holy Crusades stared down at the hardness of his cock standing outright ready for action.

He was in the lower levels of his castle and was employed in the art of interrogation of a fine set of gypsy females accused of poaching on his family estate.

There was a definite age disparity between the two females, but they looked like two peas in a pod in all other respects.

The experienced cocksman noticed that the older one’s breasts drooped slightly whilst the younger one had nipples that still reached for the stars in perky disrespect.

When he turned them over on top of the spanking table, he saw that the older one’s buttocks had the stamp of age with a drooping shelf of ass flesh that was still quite pronounced.

The older one had the nerve to address him without being invited to by his specific order. He would pay her back for that effrontery posthaste to be sure.

“If your worship desires female honey, please use my unworthy body to satisfy your needs, my lord. I ask that you spare my daughter from the shame of carnal pleasure without her consent, and I promise to make you a happy man.”

His response was to harshly spank the elder female for her rudeness, and he probed her deep crack with his riding crop to test her resolve. To her credit, the woman took it in stride and only moaned softly to show her level of suffering.

The daughter glared at him with black eyes that only served to heighten his arousal at the thought of approaching impalement. Strangely, at this moment he was more attracted to the older woman because he wanted to break her spirit as well as her body.

The combat veteran of bloody wars in the Holy Land stripped the remaining clothing from the older female’s body with spirited relish at violating her feminine dignity. After all, the pair were criminals and their class status made them subject to his desires as that was his granted right on his own land.

He had to admit the older woman was still an attractive bitch and that her glorious bush was of a nature that attracted his personal passion for carnal relations. The daughter was still wearing shreds of rags to cover her nakedness and he was unable to properly view her feminine folds.

He used his inquisitive fingers to explore the wild appearing mother’s lush body. He pressed inside her vagina and her glory hole with intense fierceness. His smile grew wider as he saw her writhe with despair on the torture table. The gypsy woman humped up into the air as he played with her clitoris, and she involuntarily moaned revealing her passionate nature.

His minions watched entranced by the size of his huge cock which he bounded on the bitch’s belly to show her who was in charge.

The daughter shouted insults at him, and he knew her turn would come sooner rather than later and she would regret her outburst.

At that moment his current consort, Lady Patricia, came down the curling stone stairs and she expressed her displeasure at his treatment of the two females.

Sir Robert had not mounted Lady Patricia for almost two moons, and he was not in the least concerned about her reservations of his interrogation methods. She had been a passionate bedding when they first cleaved but lately, she was totally boring, and he suspected she was banging his armorer behind his back.

He motioned for his page to remove her physically from the room because he was in a fully erect state, and he wanted to give the mother his penetrating punishment to prime her for his pleasure and exposure of whatever secrets she was hiding from him with her sly gypsy ways.

As soon as his current mate had departed the scene, he stood over the mother’s naked body allowing her to view his manhood in all its splendor. He saw the lust in her eyes and knew she was still uncooperative, but her hot blood ruled her pussy.

He was surprised that she was as tight as a young virgin, and he realized that she was probably a long-standing widow or believer in abstinence not using her cunt for nocturnal pleasure.

His ravishment of the lush body of the mother was in full swing when she was caught up in the excitement of the moment and wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and started to recite a litany of filthy words that were signals of her sordid past. As he bottomed out in her wet and wonderful puddle of passion, he knew she was tingling with his spirited rubbing of her internal triggers of female orgasm losing all sense of time or logical thought.

He pressed his thumb against her tightly clutched sphincter feeling her initial resistance and then the slow release of her muscle opening up for his deep entry into her anal paradise.

The pounding of his rigid dick inside her feminine folds caused her to spurt her juices making the watchers laugh at her predicament.

When he reached that final moment before he was forced to ejaculate his load into her juicy quim, he paused and watched her gyrate and jerk in every direction unable to stem her reaction to his plunging cock on the verge of releasing his creamy man juice inside her vaginal cavity.

Of course, he immediately flipped her nicely curved body over and spread her ass cheeks with his large meaty hands to bugger her rear entrance as a follow-up to his violation of her glorious bush. She didn’t have the strength to even protest his rectal taking and simply sighed in defeat as she felt his long thick member split her ass in two and stuff her backside with his meaty shaft. His handing sacs banged with harsh slaps against her tween leaving her with a feeling of complete surrender to his will and she became cooperative from that moment on.

Sir Robert drained his final load deep inside her rectal channel and watched her shudder in an unexpected anal orgasm that passionate females experience with lust and revulsion at the same time.

She looked up at him with her feminine dignity stolen from her and hissed in his ear, “Take your fun with me, my lord, but do not harm my daughter. I warn you she is quite virginal in nature, and she has hidden weapons that will make you a true believer.”

Sir Robert was not overly off put by the revelation, but he considered the value of the beautiful body beneath him.

“Well, my little gypsy, I will accede to your wishes in that regard providing you furnish me welcoming service in tending my nocturnal needs. Your daughter can join the other castle children under my protection, and I promise you her honor will be observed.”

With her spirit broken and being faced with no other options the mother agreed to his proposition and was taken to the servant’s quarters for a calming bath and fresh clothes to drape her winsome figure. The daughter was taken to the rudimentary schoolhouse behind the stables for tutoring and lessons in proper ladylike behavior.

Sir Robert used the mother frequently in those days leading up to his proposed expedition to the Holy Land to bring some relief to the many pilgrims and religious clergy being savagely beaten and murdered by the non-Christian masses taking revenge on all foreigners and assorted infidels.