Chapter 4

“So ... my friend. I heard her offer herself. You said no.” Alcuida said. The other two women looked momentarily shocked, or terrified. If the duke lived and his youngest daughter was pregnant, they would find themselves in several pieces whilst still alive.

“You heard? Well, of course; she is fourteen, she’s too young.”

“Well, if you find yourself too tempted...”

“What? ... oh, oh. You mean you? No sorry, I didn’t mean to sound insulting. You are beautiful. I would love to, but you are a nun.”

“Was a nun. And she is a fourteen year old daughter of a duke. I think bathing naked with a man is probably forbidden in the rule book.”

Sarah interjected: “Didn’t Saint Eliza lie naked with men as a test?”

“Maybe she did. I’m no saint. I ... well the offer is there.”

Sarah added, “And me. And Arabella. All or nothing I think.”

Arabella should have been offended at being offered as virgin fodder to this man, but she had been thinking the same thing. Robert’s floppy dick began to rise at the thought of all three well-built young women wanting to have him inside them. Harriet came in and saw it. “Oh? Again? Is that normal? I can if you want.”

“No, no. But look, these three want to save you from my depredations. Is that alright? I mean they are older, they know their own mind, and they can cope.”

“Depredations? Depredations? Where does a common soldier learn words like that?” Harriet asked.

“Yes, because remarking on a man’s language skills is the most important thing when he has just told you that three virginal beauties have suggested he deflower them.” Arabella said.

“I don’t own him. He can fuck half the country, and the piggy-wigs if he wants to.” Harriet said. “What? You think girls don’t use bad language? My question still stands Robert.”

“Oh, well. I had a scholarship when I was younger. I was training in a seminary. I ... I got caught with the head teacher’s young wife. What? I was sixteen, she was about your age. She told me she had married to leave home and he couldn’t get it up. I was helping. I was expelled for ‘reasons unspecified’. Are you laughing?”

“Well, only a little. You are sitting in a pool of warm water and naked women. You could be doing worse.” Arabella said.

They all steeled themselves and rinsed off the warm, salted water with a dousing of freezing cold but fresh water.

Perhaps what followed was inevitable. Now the roof was repaired, they could spread out a little more. That might have protected the young ladies from him; it didn’t protect him from the young ladies.

Alcuida determined that, as a nun (ex nun?), she should sacrifice herself. As soon as they all retired – and they all noted that all chose nakedness rather than wearing their clothes all the night as well as the day – Robert found a body with a couple of extra blankets joining him. He let her crawl in beside him before asking if she was sure. In the dark, until she spoke, he wasn’t even certain who it was. He could tell this was a fully female body. As he whispered “Are you sure? You don’t have to.”, there was a crash of thunder. Rain began to pour down, and all of them thanked their stars that they had repaired the roof properly. It could have been an unpleasant night if rain had been dripping in.

“Yes, I’m sure. Both for myself, and for Harriet. I have not been entirely pure in thought; I have imagined monks without their habits, and I enjoyed seeing you; and seeing you with her. No, I’m not pure enough to be a nun. I’m in your hands.” The rain prevented the others hearing much of that pretty speech. Harriet heard “I’m sure ... for Harriet ... I enjoyed ... your hands.” She assumed the words in between and smiled to herself. Her hand was already stoking her desire. The other two were pretty confident they knew what was happening.

Sarah found the sound of rain meant she had to venture out into it to pee. All that flowing water outside was just too much. She came back soaked even though she had barely gone beyond the door. She would think about that the next day; everybody was walking over where she had peed; but hopefully the rain had washed it all away. “Here, Sarah. Come here, let me warm you.” What with hearing small noises from Robert and Alcuida, and small noises from Harriet, Arabella was desirous of a body, any body, to kiss and feel. Sarah’s wet and slightly chilly form was a good excuse to wrap herself around her companion. At first it was just kissing and holding each other, but their groins were touching, they found a position slight off centre where one leg from each could gently stimulate the other. After half an hour, Arabella said “Could I? Would you mind if I stroked you? I really want to feel that entrance, I want to ... oh, you are quite wet.” She was, Sarah had quickly found herself turned on by her breasts rubbing against the other, by her thigh rubbing the other girl’s soft skin. Arabella moved a little and cupped Sarah’s groin, allowing herself to move up and down like a man gently thrusting, and in doing so moving her hand up and down, harder and softer.

They had both stopped listening to the others long ago. Robert was similarly stimulating Alcuida, and she had given up entirely pretending that she wanted to stay pure. “Push your fingers in, open me up ready for that ... Ohh, yes, that is so ... good? It’s lovely, why would we stop people doing this. Harder, rub harder! She reached a climax and moaned as softly as she could. She had no desire to be a sex show like Harriet had been; but it was too late. Harriet had already come, and then had tasted herself off her own fingers – she didn’t feel she liked it. So now she was lying and listening to the animals inside the room, and to the sound of an animal outside too. Wolf? Deer? Fox? Who knew? One final action had been to weave a door of thin hazel and willow sticks. It would prevent most from entering uninvited. So she listened.

“Alcuida, I need release.” was all Robert would say.

“I know, I know. I’ll be a little tight, but I think men like that? And it is my first time. I’d do what Harriet did if you like, but I think I’d prefer you inside. Is that ... oh, yes, I see you agree.” She grunted a little as, lying on her back, he was already pushing his way in. It was a delight. As she said, she was tight; tight and wet, a wonderful combination. She was a virgin, no penis had found its way inside yet. She knew of two nuns that were not so lucky, having been used by the local priest in ways that broke his vow; she also knew that those nuns would be blamed as temptresses if they complained. Well, she would not complain, she wanted this. What she had heard was right, the first time was uncomfortable. She had little hymen left, that had been lost on the journey, but there was enough raw edge to make this unpleasant. She did not complain. She had invited her guest inside, she would put up with the result. Not the most erotic of approaches to love-making, and one that would have put Robert off if he’d heard it earlier; but now he was ramming her hard with animal noises that indicated that nothing but ejaculation would stop him now. “OH FUCK!” he shouted as he came. There was a girlish giggle from across the room. So much for being quiet and not being a sex show, Alcuida thought. ‘Serves me right. Now I’m his. To have or discard. I have no vocation.’