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Lothar had a firm grip on Cecilia fiery copper mane, he held her hair tightly, seeing if this spirited little filly would fight him or do as she was commanded. Much to his surprise the young Irish lass moaned softly as she moved back against him ever so slowly feeling the head of his cock slide ever so slowly inside of her, her back arched and invited him deep in her. She had not only obeyed his command but had gone much further. Cecilia turned her soft emerald gaze to her Master’s; he could see her longing to truly please him in the clear depth of her emerald green eyes. Yet she was Geirrøðr Sæter’s daughter, was this some trick, some deception to catch him off guard? Something in those soft innocent eyes said No it was not and yet how could he trust his sworn enemy’s own flesh and blood.

Lothar pulled Cecilia back by her hair forcing to arch her back in a seductive bow as he thrust deeply into her sweet nearly virgin pussy. He took her hard and fast, he was not thinking of her pleasure but of his own. It was if her were testing the young Irish trell to see if she truly did wish to please him and to be his trell. She had asked him to merely call her Cecilia that she was no longer Cecilia Sæter that she had no family anymore or a life after stepping on to his land. These idle thoughts ran through his mind as he took the girl once more.

Cecilia’s breasts and nipples were crushed to the table top. With each of Lothar’s thrust deep into her tight little chaste body, her nipples were rolled along the table top. Soon they became hard little pebbled peaks that shot flashes of white hot pleasure through the young Irish girl’s body.

“Fuck me Girl!”

Lothar rasped the command as he pounded into her .

CRACK

His hand came down on Cecilia’s firm young ass in a stinging blow that set her firm flesh to jiggling.

CRACK

Again his hand came down his hand print emblazoned on her firm supple alabaster skin. Lothar used his hand like a jockey uses his crop to encourage his mount to greater efforts. He pulled Cecilia’s hair back until his lips met hers and he kissed her with a dark sensual passion kiss that stole her breath away. It was then that he came filling her young fertile womb with his scalding white hot seed. It was then that Günter words came back to her that he would place a bastard in her belly, or would it be her Master that gave her the bastard?

 

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Cecilia screamed out at the smack on her ass jumping and moving her hips back against his thrusts moaning while her nipples get pinned and rubed against the wooden table she could start to feel each and every vein of the table it had.

She cried out again as she also jumped to the next smack on her ass she just couldnt believe how fast her ass started to sting and get hot to where his hand had landed. She looked back over her shoulder to him as she tried to keep her hips wiggled and thrusted back against his movements.

"OH godsssss...."

She couldnt help as her hands griped the table she pushed herself off the table more to him so her nipples werent tortured from the table wondering what Lothar would do to her now as pictures of her straddling him came to mind he standing and she is in his arms while he fucks her with her legs wraped around his waist.

She reached with one hand back to him gripping his hip and moaning out tilting her head back arching her back.

 

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"OH godsssss...."

The gorgeous little Irish trell gasped as she gave her supple young body to her Master.

All her girlish dreams had been swept away the Day Lothar and his sea raiders had descended on the convent of Saint Mary Magellan. With the loss of her virginity her value to her family for a political marriage was also swept away, she was now just spoiled goods and soiled dove. It seemed that Cecilia Sæter had truly accepted her fate now that she no longer held any value to her family now. Her life as noble lady was over, defiled as she was her life as Lothar’s trell had begun.

Now that it appeared that this stunning young creature had accepted her fate Lothar wondered just how far his new little Irish trell you go in pleasing him. His hands slipped from her crimson mane, strong calloused hands slid up the sensual curves of her torso to cup her firm young breasts, to roll her hard little peaked pale pink nipples under the pads of his thumbs. Suddenly he pulled the girl up from the table her naked body pressed back to his, his cock buried deep inside her tight little cunt her back arched to him. He held Cecilia by her breasts.

“You please me girl.”

His voice was a dark husky passion choked whisper. His cock slipped from her chaste young body as he turned her to face him. Once more his hand fisted in her tawny copper mane as he drew her lips to his in a searing kiss. Cecilia soon found her arms stretched above her head and her back to the wall.

“Come to me Girl!”

Lothar’s hand slid to Cecilia’s waist as he lifted her from her feet to take her their where they stood.

 

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She moaned out as he pulled her back leaning back against his chest this angle made her feel each and every vein he had in his cock as she tippie toed some so she would ease his hand with her hair some. She smiled hearing that she pleased him she didnt know why this made her so happy but it did.

He then pulled out she whimpered and before she could react to anything he had turned her around pulled her head back with her hair to kiss her. She moaned softly into the kiss as she wanted to wrap her arms around his neck but the next thing she felt was his strong hand pulling her arms up and pinning them against the wall above her head.

He then demanded again she come to him she knew just what he wanted and this was just what her mind had shown her of many things she could have done with him she wondered if he could read minds or if his just thought alike ot hers thou then more like hers to his.

Feeling his other hand lift her up she wraped her legs around his waist quickly using her heels to pull him closer she was lost in the lust and passion he had awakend deep inside of her. She arched her back some as if offering him one of her nipples as she looked to him was lightly panting whimpering for more wanting him to fuck her she didnt know what he did to her but she was starting to really like it at least when he was there.

She tried to keep her mind off the other two that had wanted to take her a second(first) time. She bit her lip and tilted her head back against the wall as her hips wiggled and tried to barry his cock deep inside her wet hot pussy again.

 

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His little Irish trell moaned so sensually as her arms were pinned to the wall above her. Her little whimper of loss and yearning as he slipped from the warm embrace of her chaste young body had pleased Lothar. When he demanded that she come to him to give her body to him for his pleasure she did not hesitate but wrapped her legs around his waist quickly using her heels to pull him closer. He could see in her dark smoldering emerald eyes that she was lost in the lust and passion. Cecilia arched her back pressing her firm young breast to him as if offering him up to him for his pleasure. Her soft smoldering emerald eyes gazed up to him, her breathe came in excited little lightly panting, her soft angelic voice a series yearning whimpering as she silently begged for more.
Lothar could see that he had awaken something in this gorgeous young creature a yearning for the forbidden, a yearning for the carnal pleasure he brought to her stunning young body. He thrust into Cecilia’s sweet little pussy, he felt her heels dig into his butt, her little ass seductively wiggle as she tried to take more and more of him into her tight little pussy. His head bent to the young Irish’s trell sweetly offered breast to inhale her throbbing pale pink nipple. Cecilia’s gorgeous young body asked for more and Lothar gave her what her treacherous young body wanted,More.

Lothar took the young Irish trell several times that afternoon. He filled her fertile young womb again and again with his scalding white hot seed. Cecilia lay spent and exhausted in his arms her supple young body bathed in a fine sheen of sweat, that glowed with a golden hue in the soft light of the dying day. Her tawny copper hair was in wild disarray, it framed her angelic face in a fiery halo. Lothar brushed a few stray of sweat matted hair from her face. He let the spent and exhausted young beauty slip from his arms. He covered her gorgeous naked body with a rich warm bear skin, her naked perfection hid from any prying eyes. Lothar pulled on a rich woolen tunic and then picked up the keys to the manor and went in search of his sister.
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“Gretchen.”

The astir blonde beauty tuned at the sound of her name to face her brother. Lothar held out the manor keys to her. She simply stood there with her arms crossed below her breasts but did not take them from her.

“The Irish trell Lothar.”

Lothar’s lips tighten as his sister spoke he knew what she wanted of him and of the young innocent girl.
“Lothar she is the daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter and I shall have my revenge on him as well.”

The hatred for Geirrøðr Sæter and all his kith and kin shown in Gretchen’s pale ice blue eyes.

“I will have the girl as my lover Lothar, I shall have my revenge on the house of Sæter brother. What would the exalted Geirrøðr Sæter do if he knew his sweet daughter was the sexual play toy of Norse woman?”

Gretchen took the keys of the manor from Lothar, and with them the fate of Cecilia Sæter. Oh she would still be Lothar’s trell, warm his bed, but she would also become Gretchen’s lover wither she wanted to or not, after all she was now just a trell owned body and soul by her Master and Mistress.

 

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Cecillia moaned and screamed of pleasure as Lothar took her many times her body did beg for more and now it had gotten what it had wanted or did it already get to much.

She laid exhausted on Lothars bed and fell asleep there were she had laid she felt Lothar lay something ontop of her as if covering her up but she didnt look she just kept her eyes closed and fell very quickly asleep.

She had only heard as Lothar took something and left the room and that moment where she heard nothing is when she fell into a dream land. She dreamt about home and what might have happened if Lothar hadnt found her and taken her with him, Would her future husband had still wanted her really.

She dreamed of many out comes of that thought with different endings thou in each one her body hungered for Lothar to come and kidnapp her over and over again.

Cecilia turned on her back her head turned left and her hair covering her face half way as she breathed clamly as her body rested and healed itself from all the attention Lothar had given her.

 

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Gretchen smiled as she took the manors key from Lothar. Her position in regards to the young Irish trell made quite clear. Let the girl warm his bed at night please him with her supple young body at night but during the day Cecilia Sæter would be hers. The statuesque blonde gritted her teeth her seduction of the young redheaded beauty had been going quite well until Günter had tempted her to go further and faster than she otherwise would have. Yet the young beauty’s fear of the man could be used to her advantage.

While Gretchen mad her plans for the gorgeous young Irish trell Lothar returned to her. Cecilia lay on her back her angelic face turned to the left and her shimmering tawny copper hair half way covering her face as she breathed calmly. Lothar tenderly swept her hair from the girl’s face. The little bemused smile that bowed Cecilia’s moist ripe lips pleased him and brought a smile to his own lips. That smile softly faded as he slide into his bed and gathered the girl into his arms. In the morning he would let her know her place in his household. Morning would be soon enough for Cecilia to learn that within the manor that Gretchen was Mistress and was to be obeyed in all things. Come morning his adorable little trell would be given her slave collar and a simple woolen tunic. His lips fleetingly brushed Cecilia’s forehead and his eyes fluttered close, the gorgeous young Irish trell’s supple naked body half draped across his in the crook of his arm.

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The sun hung low on the horizon as it slowly began to creep higher into the sky on its long daily journey. Gretchen felt a dark sexual excitement at the thoughts of the young daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter becoming hers. Memories of the young beauty came flooding back to her. Memories of adorable young Irish Trell sinking to her knees before her. The young girl’s face glistened with a fine sheen of sweat; her gorgeous young body shimmered in the heat of the sauna. Her cheeks brushed scarlet with the sinfully forbidden act that the Gretchen had demanding of her and Cecilia’s softly whispered reply. "As you did with me........" Those soft smoldering azure blue eyes gazed up at her. Then the young Irish beauty’s little pink tongue snaked out to shyly slide along Gretchen’s womanly folds. Gretchen smile as she waited for the young beauty to come to her, for the young innocent to become her lover, a lover shared with her brother but none the less her willing or unwilling lover.

 

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Cecillia had slept like a rock he had taken each and ever ounce of her energy last night and threw the sleep she got at least most of it back as she slowly woke she was half way laying over his chest.

Before she noticed where and with whom she was laying there with she used her arm that hung over his chest to grip him some as if hugging some more and nuzzling up so her lips nuzzled to his neck she relaxed again as she then slowly woke but stayed laying.

It was then when she smelled him felt his scares and his strength under her petite little lightly sore body she gasped ever so slightly looking up seeing him still sleeping or atleast looked like it she sat up very slowly looking around holding the blanket he had hung over her to her naked chest.

She then glanced under it between her legs as if making sure he hadnt ruined aynthing on her or maybe marked her. She stretched some as she slowly slipped out of the bed letting him sleep as she picked up the clothing he alowed her to wear as she slipped out of the room to go to the kitchen to get somthing to drink and some wamr water for when he wakes to wash him and to wash herself as well.

She walked quietly on her tippie toes down the hall way to the kitchen feeling like she was the only one awake so early which she didnt mind at all.

Standing inthe kitchen now she had her back towards the only door in or out of the kitchen as she drank two cupps of water as she waited for some water to heat up so she could wash herself and then take some warm water back to his room to do the same with him.

She hummed softly to herself as she tried to keep her mind off the sore parts of her body they were sore but she had to smile over the memories of the night and even wonder if she had stayed home safely if it would have felt as good with her was to be soon husband as well or if it wouldnt have been so good.

 

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Gretchen heard the little Irish trell softly humming to herself. She followed the docile tones, and it led her to the manor’s kitchens. The Mistress of Lothar’s manor stood their silently for quite some time as the lithe redheaded beauty drew water and heated it. No doubts the girl was planning to bathe her master when he awoke. Gretchen smiled to herself for this young Irish beauty had that glow of a freshly and well fucked young beauty, and that meant that Lothar would sleep till nearly noon. The sun had just crept over the horizon, the manor was still deep in slumber, and The mistress of the manor would have this luscious young creature all to herself for several hours to come.

“ Girl bring a kettle of hot water, a towel and a sponge and follow me.”

Announced in an imperious voice. Gretchen’s arms were crossed under her breasts and the keys of the manor hung clearly and in plain view from the cincture around her waist, the keys that Lothar had taken from her were obviously returned and with them her power over Cecilia.

“Be quick girl.”

Gretchen turned on her heel she never looked behind her to see if Cecilia was following her. She led the stunning young trell down the long passageway to the far end of the manor from Lothar’s room.

“Put the kettle down girl… bring the bathing basin…… lay the towel at the foot of the bed.”

Gretchen gave her orders in a rapid string of command. Then she tuned to face the young beauty.

“Cecilia Sæter Daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter remove your tunic and step into the basin.”

 

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She felt as if the room suddenly froze as she heard this voice it was Gretchen wasnt she sent away. She closed her eyes as if hoping this was just a nightmare as she then turned slowly to see gretchen stand there she wanted to ask if she was even alowed in here again as she then saw the keys at her hips she wanted to cry and scream as she saw them.

Knowing if she didnt want it worse she should do quickly what she wanted. She had everything done already as she had gotten the things to wash herself and Lothar when he wakes so she didnt have to do somthing else then grab the basin and all.

She then quickly went to follow as she looked back once as if hoping Lothar would walk out and stop Gretchen but somthing told her even if he walked out this very moment he wouldnt deny his sister the same pleasure he had last night with her.

Standing then what she thought was Gretchen bed chamber she set it to the bed end as she said and laid the towel out as well she thought she would have to wash Gretchen and please her like she would have if Gunter hadnt interupted and then Lothar. She was lightly shocked when she told her to undress and stand in the basin, she slowly undressed her head hanged low as she then did as Gretchen said standing now in the basin she asked softly.

"Like this Ma'am...."

 

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Gretchen savored the fear and confusion she saw in the young Irish trell’s stunning blue eyes as she gathered the kettle, towel, and sponge to reluctantly but obediently follow her Mistress as commanded. Oh how delightful that look of shock and wonderment in those stunning blue eyes of Cecilia Sæter as she was ordered to are herself to Gretchen. There was a seductive shyness as Cecilia removed her woolen tunic to stand naked before her Dominate Mistress.

"Like this Ma'am...."

The young Irish trell asked as she gracefully stepped into the wash basin.

“Place your hands at the nape of your neck girl, elbows straight out, and legs apart!”

Gretchen smiled knowing that the position she required of Cecilia would thrust her firm young breasts up and out and would bare her soft maidenly folds to her view. It would display the young girl’s charms to perfection.

Gretchen dark brooding eyes held Cecilia’s soft azure blue eyes captive as she moisten the sponge in the kettle of hot water. Her eyes roamed over the naked perfection of the young redhead as she lathered the sponge. Gretchen stepped up to the girl and began to soap Cecilia’s neck and shoulders, slowly the coarse sponge slid down over the young Irish trell chest, as Gretchen began to sensually, seductively, massage the young innocents firm young breasts and wickedly paying particular attention to her sweet little pale pink nipples.

 

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She did as told legs spread elbos out and hands on the nap of her neck. Cecilia gasped some as she steped closer she shivered slightly afraid that maybe Gretchen was mad that Lothar took the keys away from her even if it was only for a few hours and that she was going to pay for that.

she looked up to the cieling as she then felt Gretchen to soap her shoulder snad all then feeling the sponge travel lower ove ehr breasts she gasped slightly and took a deep breath holding it for a few seconds before breathing out slowly and softly.

She bite her lip feeling Gretchen paying special attention to her already hard nipples. why she thought she feared Gretchen as she had always this look in her eyes as if she hatted cecilias family and all and Cecilia was going to pay for it and other times she was so gentle and soft. She feared Gretchen so cause you never really knew what she was thinking and that was dangerous in a woman most men were easy to see threw but women like gretchen were women you would never like to meet in the dark you never knew what woulc or could happen.

"Miss...Mistress?! Im sorry if I ever upseted you "

She whispered slightly not sure why but had this urge to do so and hoped it wouldnt upset her even more then Cecilia already had the feeling she was. The cool air in hte room stared to dance over her silky wet skin where the sponge traveled over only seconds before. Also over the trails the water left behind as it traveled down over her body till it pooled around her feet and ankles giving her body slight goose bumps.

 

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Gretchen loved having this gorgeous young Irish beauty, the innocent daughter of her family’s most hated enemy, within in her power again. She was pleased that Cecilia was intelligent enough to do as she was commanded. Gretchen’s mouth water as her victim stood there in all her naked glory with her hands at the nape of her neck, her youthful charms on display for Gretchen’s pleasure.

"Miss...Mistress?! Im sorry if I ever upseted you "

The young girl’s voice trembled with her fear as she spoke. Gretchen savored that fear almost as much as the way that her supple young body was responding to her darkly sensual, seductive bath. Oh how adorable she was her taunt little pale pink nipples capping her dusky pink puffy areolas, so temptingly delicious. Gretchen worked the sponge down over Cecilia trembling abdomen. She wickedly smiled into Cecilia eyes, and remained stoically silent. She worked the sponge between Cecilia’s soft velvet thighs, then that coarse sponge caressed the young Irish trell’s soft pale pink maidenly folds.


“Cum for me my sweet Irish whore.”

Gretchen commanded as she teased the young beauty’s gorgeous supple young body bring her to the edge of that dark abyss that promised Cecilia such delicious pleasure. Gretchen held her their tittering on the brink to where Cecilia could almost grasp that dark seductive pleasure before letting it slip from the young girl’s grasp. Gretchen smiled to herself she would make this proud little beauty beg for the release her body would demand, then she would make her beg to become her lover . It was going t be a very long day for Cecilia Sæter.

 

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Cecilia bite her lower lip feeling Gretchen hand travel down between her thighs and the more she played and teased with Cecilias pussy. Cecilia whimpered some as a moan wanted to escape her lushes lips which shivered and a blush grew on her cheeks.

She leaned forward some as she kept her hands there where Gretchen had told her to keep them as her hips pulled lightly back as she was getting wetter and wetter.

"M..m..Mistresss......"

She moaned as if trying to distract her thou maybe more herself then Gretchen. She couldnt help it any more and moaned out she was so close to go over the edge her hole body shivered and wiggled on Gretchen fingers. She blushed and panted lightly as she closed her eyeds trying to stay standing thou it was getting harder as her knees were getting weaker and shivering.

 

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"M..m..Mistresss......"

The young Irish trell gasped, her knees threatening to buckle under her as Gretchen so sweetly tormented young Cecilia’s delicious little pussy. Gretchen savored the way the hapless little beauty struggled to hold the position of display that she had demanded of her. Gretchen inhaled deeply savoring the dark intoxicating musky fragrance of the girl’s growing arousal as the little Irish trell danced on Gretchen’s impaling fingers. With a wicked smile bowing her lips she let her fingers slip form Cecilia hungering young body leaving the young girl hungering for release. Gretchen Slowly pressed Cecilia down to her knees Gretchen own aroused pussy just a breath away from the young girl’s sweet moist lips.

“ Please me with that naughty little pink tongue of yours daughter of Geirrøðr Sæter”

Gretchen delighted in bring low the proud young daughter of her family’s most bitter enemy.

 

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She was on her knees now before Gretchen panting and shivering so close to the edge but denied the release. She lowered her hands and went to hold onto the Gretchen’s thighs as she took a deep breath and leaned forward.

Her shivering tongue slowly and shyly went to Gretchen pussy lips running up them once and then she pressed her tongue slowly and shyly between her pussy lips and started to play and tease her clit as her finger nails held to Gretchen’s thighs.

She tried to please Gretchen as she demanded thou she hated hearing her family name from her she so wished she could only be Cecilia as her family would never see her as theirs any longer now she was just some girl with he name of their long lost daughter Cecilia.

She tried to do her best as Gretchen had showed her before Lothar had walked in on them thou she was nervous and scared of what might come or if Günter would walk in on them again and they both would have their way with her.

 

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Gretchen smile and let out a shuttering little gasp at the first shy touch of the little Irish trell’s pink little tongue. Her Mistress’s fingers entwined into Cecilia’ thick silken hair as she drew the girl’s mouth to her pussy.

“Such a pleasing little bitch you are girl.”

Gretchen taunted Cecilia as she forced the young beauty to please her with hr sweet young mouth she loved the way the fragrance of Cecilia’s own denied release filled her nostrils. It was then that Gretchen began to put into effect her next little act of the girl’s degradation. Slowly she pressed Cecilia backwards until she was laying on her back Gretchen’s strong hands spread the girl’s trembling thighs, her hot moist breath washed over Cecilia’s sweet little pussy and then as she pressed her own pussy to the girl’s mouth once more, Gretchen’s tongue snaked out to lick and teas her little trell’s throbbing clit. Gretchen teased and tormented the young girl keeping her on the edge of that abyss that promised such darkly sweet and forbidden pleasure she kept her hungering and yet denied. Not his young daughter of her hated enemy would have to beg her for her release for her unwanted and sinful pleasure.

 

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Cecilia couldn’t believe how good this was feeling and how good Gretchen tasted. she still rather feels Lothar on her and in her.

she knew that Gretchen couldn’t do real harm to her like Günter could and that made it easier for her or at least she thought so.

She tried to keep up with Gretchen tease and all moaning and wiggle with her hips Cecilia's body grew hotter and wetter.

Her hands griped around Gretchen hips and grabbed her ass as if to pull her down some more or to hold herself to her.

Her hips moved in small circle movements and her thighs fought the urge to close by the feel of her teasing Cecilia’s hot wet pussy.

 

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Cecilia was lost in the dark sinfully forbidden pleasure that Gretchen mouth lips tongue and teeth were brig her. The young Irish trell hips moved in small seductive circle movements and her velvet thighs fought the urge to close, the white hot passion teasing Cecilia’s hot wet pussy. Gretchen smiled as the proud young beauty surrendered to the passions she had enkindled in her gorgeous young body. Cecilia’s hips arching to Gretchen’s mouth as she pressed her own hungering pussy to her Mistress mouth.

How long Cecilia was caught in this hot white passionate coupling lasted she would never know. Gretchen , as her brother before her, had ripped a cascading series of orgasms from her supple young body. Gretchen slowly rose and gazed down and her naked little dove, her gorgeous young body shimmering in a fine sheen of sweat, her silken copper hair in wild disarray.

“I find your body quite pleasing girl and shall look forward to enjoying again and again Cecilia Sæter whenever I desire”

She smiled wickedly down into the girl’s eyes.

“You may dress now and see to your Master’s bath.”

The thoughts of the young Irish trell going to her master her hot little pussy coating her thighs with her own sweet nectar, and the smell of the girl having just been taken pleased her.

 

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Cecilia couldnt believe how lost she was in the dark desires it was now the second time she had felt Gretchen on her body and knew it wouldt be the last time. she even looked forward to it and hoped it would be soon. She had feared gretchen would have been worse and more angery with her cause of all the had happened before.

Cecilia laid there panting as Gretchen looked down at her her body shivered with pleasure as she hears gretchen tell her to go and see after her master to bath him and all.

she rolled over on her hands and knees panting some as she took a deep breath trying to catch herself as she asked softly.

"Thank you Misters may i wash before going to him?!"

she stood slowly up so her knees wouldnt give out on her as she then turned to Gretchen smiling softly with a crimson red on her cheeks.

"thank you Misters for...well umm what you did with me being gentle and all..."

she wasnt sure what to say and turned to quickly leave and take the bowl to get new hot water to wash Lothar with before going to his room she felt weird but also so good.

 

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"Thank you Misters may i wash before going to him?!"

“ No you may not bathe girl you shall not keep your Master waiting.”

Gretchen wanted Cecilia to appear before Lothar with that delightful crimson blush that kissed her flawless cheeks and the scent of being freshly fucked. Gretchen wanted her brother to know that the little Irish slut had surrendered her body to another in his very house.

"thank you Misters for...well umm what you did with me being gentle and all..."

Gretchen’s hand reached out to caress Cecilia’s cheek.

“When you are not gracing my brother’s bed,………….”

She paused and her lips pressed to the young Irish trell in a darkly sexual lover’s kiss. When the young girl was lost in their sinful and forbidden kiss Gretchen’s lips slipped from her.

“….you shall be gracing mine girl as my lover.”

Gretchen left no doubt as to what Cecilia’s fate was to be.

“ You will when not pleasing Lothar or myself you shall carry the workers in the fields their noon meal.”

Even as she spoke Gretchen’s mind drifted to Günter and his lust for the girl. The right word slipped to him at the right moment and Gretchen was sure he would entertain the young Irish trell for several hour before she was missed.

“Now go to your Master!”

Gretchen smiled wickedly as she pondered how she would make the young girl’s life a living hell as she gathered her woolen tunic and the things she would need for her Masters bath.

 

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Cecilia couldn’t believe this her new life was getting more interesting with each hour she has lived it now. She didn’t mind being Gretchen’s lover since she was a woman and gentle with her at least up till now. That what she feared was not pleasing Lothar and then Gretchen but bring the men in the field there meals.

Not cause of the work she would have to do or the men she had to serve the meals to but the fact that she was outside where Grunter could find her and even take control of.

She wasn’t a match for him to even try to fight off and who knows if she fights to much it might just make him like it even more and that was something she didn’t want nor wished.

She nodded to Gretchen giving her the feeling that she understood as she then quickly made her way to the kitchen to get fresh hot water before she would make her way back to Lothar.

She stood in the kitchen as she waited for the water to warm up enough that it was slightly to hot, so that when she is then finally in Lothar’s bed chamber the water would be perfect for his bathing.

She was now heading to his bed chamber standing infront of the door she took another deep breath and then opened the door slowly and quietly and sliped in setting the bowl of hot water on the table and picking up some cloths very quietly so not to wake him before he wishes to be awake. thou she never thought about looking if he was already awake or not.

She then droped some drops of liquid in the hot water for later when she washes him so he would smella lso good. She had her back turned to the bed as she hand her hands ont he table as she nibbled her lip feeling her wettness still between her legs as she rubed her thighs together the pleasure from Gretchen still hanging on her and the taste of Gretchen on her lips.

 

[cgraven]

The soft sensual aroma of fresh balsam played at the edge of Lothar’s senses. His haunting hazel eyes fluttered opened and a wry smile played at the corner of his mouth as he saw Cecilia enticingly leaned over the table her firm little heart shaped ass so sensually inviting. It was then that Lothar caught the seductive scent of the young Irish trell’s lingering arousal. He saw the way her thighs chaffed against each other, the sensual way her firm little ass danced so erotically before his eyes. It had been too long sense he had taken her for the girl to still be so visibly aroused. Slowly he propped himself on his elbow.

“Who has taken you this morning Girl?”

Lothar’s voice was dark and questioning a mixture of anger and disappointment as if Cecilia was nothing more than a little tart ruled by her newly awakened carnal needs and desires.

“Who was he Cecilia?”

It was apparent that her Master thought it was a man who had taken her this morning, apparently Lothar did not know, or cared not to know of his sister’s Gretchen’s unnatural desires for pretty young Irish trells.

“Do you need another fucking girl?

Lothar was intentionally being crude he gave a little snort and then simply said,

“Bathe me girl!”

 

[midnight_toy]

Cecilia jumped hearing his husky voice behind her. Did she wake him or was he already wake and just watched her. She wanted to smile at him but he then started to not really yell at her but she could tell that anger was in his voice. Did she do something wrong or disobey him wait he said HE who did he think it was. She wanted to answer but he didn’t even let her take a breath before he asked the next question.

Tears started to swell in her eyes she didn’t understand what she did wrong. It was his sister and no other man and wasn’t she just a slave now and not his wife. She was confused and she wasn’t sure what to do now. She stood there shivering some as she tried to wait for a second that he takes a deep breath to speak again to tell him it was no other man.

He then told her to bath him. Was now her chance to tell him or should she rather just keep her mouth shut. Would it upset him just more to find out it was his sister then a other man or would it ease his mind to know it wasn’t Gunter or a other man. Was that his fear his anger cause he thought she had given herself to Gunter.

“Master ……Lothar! It was no man that I laid with this morn …..it was the Mistress your sister Gretchen….please Sir it was no man only woman forgive me if I did something wrong. I would never want to willing disobey thee please forgive me!!”

She took the sponge and dipped it in the hot water and then walked back over to him her head held low as she didn’t want him to see her sadness. This also made her notice how much she wanted to warm his bed be at his side this all started to move to fast for her. Why was she so attached to him already he had kidnapped her even raped her but she already loved him and begged him for forgiveness.

She started to wash him softly while she fought tears back and was slightly scared of how he was going to react after all her words sink in and he was able to think about what she said. Would he notice how much she already liked him even loved him or would he fear she just said that to ease his mind.

 

[cgraven]

“Do you need another fucking girl?”

Lothar saw Cecilia’s shoulders slump and visibly shuttered, he was surprised when the young Irish trell turned to face him.

“Master ……Lothar! It was no man that I laid with this morn …..It was the Mistress your sister Gretchen….please Sir it was no man only woman forgive me if I did something wrong. I would never want to willing disobey thee please forgive me!!”

Gretchen Lothar growled under his breath. His authority only went so far, and that authority ended at the threshold of the manor. Within the manor it was Gretchen that held sway. It was she that managed the household, saw that all were fed, hers was no mere ceremonial role but one born of necessity, born of the very nature of trading and raiding of the Viking men and their long sea voyages. Lothar was not pleased with his sisters unnatural carnal desires for young girls, and in particular this young gorgeous Irish trell. His thoughts were brought back to the present at the touch of her hand to him as Cecilia began to bath him. Her soft eyes were demurely down cast and a soft pale pink blush kissed the young beauty’s flawless cheeks,

“Cecilia”

Lothar whispered the young Irish girl’s name almost as if it were a prayer. His fingers laced into her soft luxurious copper mane as he drew her mouth to his. He claimed Cecilia’s mouth in a darkly sensual kiss, a kiss that demanded her complete surrender to him and his will. Lothar let his demanding kiss linger and deepen until they shared but a single life giving breath. Slowly her master broke their kiss, with a single finger he tipped the girl’s chin up her soft smoldering eyes meeting his dark seductive gaze.

“Shall I wash her scent from you Cecilia?”

As her master spoke he slowly let the young Irish beauty’s simple woolen tunic slip from her shoulders to slide down the sensual curves of her gorgeous young body. For a moment it caught on her taunt throbbing pale pink nipple one of Cecilia’s firm young breasts bared to his view the other demurely covered. All it took was a shuttering breath, and the simple woolen tunic continued to cascade down Cecilia’s supple young body to pool around her trim little ankles. The young Irish beauty stood naked before her Master. Lothar hand clothed around Cecilia’s as he took the sponge from her. He dipped it into the warm water, and he began a very sensual and darkly seductive bathing of his young slave girl, as he washed the scent of his perverted sister from the young beauty’s gorgeous young body. He started with Cecilia’s firm young breasts ad slowly, sensually, and seductively worked the sponge down the sensual curves of her torso, down across the firm plain of her abdomen, and then between her supple thighs to massage her tight young pussy.