The Borgias

[ariosto]

"We're too late Cesare. Look she's leaving."
The Cardinal controlled his annoyence at being addressed so familiarly, even by one who counted himself a childhood friend.
It was Luca all right, the heavy veils did little to mask her voluptuous form.

Cesare looked up at the dark windows above the door.
"They had little time to accomplish anything."

The horses were nervous in the dark narrow alley, pawing the cobbled street, tossing their heads.
The Cardinal had an idea...

"Boca!"

"Yes, your Grace?'
The giant bodyguard was slow and stupid but he did at least know his place.

"Ride after my sister. Ride her down and assault her.
Make her cry rape but watch your cock or you'll be gelded like my horse."
The big man stared at him uncomprehending.
Cesare colored in exasperation.

"Catch her you oaf!...Attack her...we'll ride in at the last minute...understand?!"

Not at all sure he understood, Boca wheeled his horse away and took off after Lucretia.

"What about us...your Grace. What do we do.
Aurelio looked sour, he probably envied Boca's 'go' at the Borgia Whore...even an interrupted one.
The Cardinal nodeed at the empty doorway.
"You and I will pay a visit to the arrogant Spanish stallion...and we'll castrate him."

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Luca knew she was in trouble when she turned a corner into a blind alley with her pursuer just behind.
She spun around to make a dive for the dubious safety of the street..(no street in Rome was safe for a woman alone)..but her way was blocked by the dark form of the horse and it's huge rider.

"GET AWAY!...DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM!"
She tried to keep the fear from her voice.

The big man dismounted, pulling a wicked, gleaming blade from his belt.
"I know who you are."

His voice was heavy and slow...somehow familiar.
She backed away.

"I know you for a whore with your father and brother...and now I want what you give them so freely.
Strip slut. Strip or I'll cut you."

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Lucrezia was in a panic, she needed to get back to the safety of the Vatican. She could hear Cesare’s enraged voice barking orders to his henchmen. Slipping from her hiding place, she scurried quickly up the street ducking into a side alley. Her heart sank as she instantly realized she had entered a cul-de-sac. Glancing frantically around her for an egress she turned, resigned to returning to the main street. At least there she would have more safety perhaps. The sound of horses hooves grew louder as they clattered up the cobbled thoroughfare and she heard the the horse complain in a loud whiney as it’s rider pulled it up sharply in the entrance to the narrow alley that she had unfortunately blundered into.

The Rider was large, dark and menacing and the horse tossed it’s head with agitated displeasure, champing at the steel bit that was pulled tightly into the back of it’s mouth, as the rider held it reined in tightly.

Boldly she stepped forward, “Get away, do you not know who I am !” she commanded, masking the fear in her voice as best she could.

The horseman leered at her, his broad grin revealing more than a set of poorly maintained teeth; there was intent, a purpose in that leering smile.

“Oh yes…”, he sneered back, his voice cold and monotone, “Oh yes, I know who YOU are. His horse stamped impatiently and then began to advance slowly under the guidance of his rider. The cloaked man drew a dirk from under his cloak; the sharp evil blade glinted in the late afternoon sun. Dismounting and without taking an eye from the girl he continued. “I know you for a whore, with your father and your brother… and now I want what you give them so freely. . His eyes flashed beneath the dark hood of his cloak.

Lucrezia backed away from him and his dagger as he moved towards her. Her mind was whirling, she needed a plan and she needed one pretty damn quick. Feeling the wall behind her she knew there was no way out. The man laughed at her “Strip slut, Strip or I’ll cut you”, his words cruel and menacing.

Slowly she complied, she did have a plan, a very good plan, one that would repay this vile servant of her brother’s pretty good. Unfastening the buttons on her blouson she peeled it from her shoulders slowly and deliberately then the strings to her corset. Easing the criss-cross binding apart to free it, it too fell to the floor of the alley. She stood before him her pert breasts exposed. Catching her nipples with her thumbs and fingers she pulled on them.

”Are these what you want to see?, she asked, ”Do you think you are man enough to suckle on that which is reserved for the pleasure of my Brother, or my Father. She unfastened her skirts allowing them also to crumple to floor in a heap revealing the bushy red triangle of her pubic mound. Pressing her fingers between her legs she rubbed her labia. Perhaps it is this, that you would like. It is isn’t, you want to bury your filthy cock in my sweet pussy?, her voice taunted him. She held her hand out pushing it towards his face, Here, sniff, smell the scent of that which you think you could have

Boca grabbed the Lucrezia’s arm and jerked her forward savagely. ”You think I am not good enough to fuck the whore of the Vatican”, he sneered.

Lucrezia laughed scornfully, ”Neither good enough, nor man enough”.

”I will show you man enough, the enraged servant shouted, unfastening his belt and catching Lucrezia’s other hand and bind both behind her back with the leather strap. His drove his finger between her legs groping at her crotch. He could feel the warmth and the wetness of her pussy as she became aroused at his rough handling.

Urging the man on, a necessity for her plan to succeed, Lucrezia began to moan disgustingly, pressing her crotch against his probing fingers.

”Ahh yes my pretty whore, you can’t help but submit to the pleasure can you, Boca crooned

”Think what you like you buffoon”, Lucrezia thought to herself and then responded, ”Oh god, yes, yes you horny bastard finger my pussy, deeper, deeper”

The unexpected lack of resistance and the sounds and words coming from the girls mouth were working there magic on Boca’s cock, as it stood proud and throbbing from his body, his belt-less pants now collected around his ankles.

The words of his master echoed through his head ” ….Make her cry rape but watch your cock or you'll be gelded like my horse…, yet here she was bend forward before him her hot aroused labia moist with excitement and the scent, it was so strong it permeated his head.

”Deeper, Deeper” Lucrezia urged thrusting back onto Boca’s fingers, ”Can’t you do better than that ?”

Boca looked around back up the alley there was nothing to see, no one to see, Cesare doubtlessly was away chasing the Spanish Bastard. Cautiously taking his cock in hand, he pressed it against Lucrezia’s slit, precum already oozing from it tiny slit.

”Yes, Yes, fuck me with your cock you bastard”, Lucrezia urged quietly.

The wetness of this young nymph’s pussy felt incredible on Boca’s swollen glans. Slowly he rubbed it up and down the length of her slit, coating it with the copious lubrication that seeped from her. This was indeed turning out to be not such an unpleasant task and Boca began to lick his lips as he continued to tease the girl. ”So you want it do you, you Borgia Whore!”, he said bending over her back to speak in her ear.

”Oh yes, fuck me quickly, before we are discovered”, Lucrezia replied.

Boca pushed forward with his hips guiding the thick shaft into Lucrezia’s tight hole with his hand. Slowly it penetrated her, filling her. She gripped him as he slid forward. Then slowly he began to pump in and out of her. ”Christ she’s tight”, Boca thought as his pace increased.

Lucrezia began to pant, but she was still keeping control, soon it would be too much for this man to stop even with the prospect of death, she listened for the hooves, the hooves of the horse of her jealous brother. ”My fine fucking friend you will get your just desserts”, she thought to herself

Boca’s rhythm increased, and he was starting to sweat, beads falling from his brow onto Lucrezia’s back his balls slapping against her buttocks as he drove his pego in and out of her tight clenching pussy, it’s shaft glistening in the sunlight. Lucrezia started to fake her orgasm, moaning, groaning. It’s timing uncannily synchronous with the faint sound of hooves returning.

”Yes, Yes, oooooooooooooooooooh yes fuck my pussy, she moaned. Her voice and moaning deliberately metered to cover the sound of the approaching horses. Harder and faster Boca rammed his cock into her, feeling his own climax close.

”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO , AHHHH, AHHHHH, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”, Lucrezia screamed as Boca exploded into her his hand gripping her thighs tightly holding her tight onto his quaking pole as his semen flooded into her.

Lucrezia smiled to herself, ”Yessssssssss”, she sighed

 

[ariosto]

"He's gone Cesare...I've looked in every room of this filthy pest hole.
You'd think they'd find a better place to rut..."
A sharp glance from the Cardinal made Aurelio pause. You never knew just how much was to far when mentioning Cesare's sister.

The Prelate threw himself on the bed and smelled deeply of the pillow and the coverlets...there was no scent of her on it...none.

He stood up and shook his head...what could this very brief meeting have been about then?...A chill ran through him. She was a Borgia, any action could mean treachery,
Cesare grabbed his wooden phallus and struck the bed with it.
"Bitch!"He cried out.

Aurelio stepped back, ready to bolt if he sensed one of his old friends violent rages coming on.
The Cardinal brought himself under control swearing in his mind to flay the Spaniard alive before his sisters eyes...
"Come on. Let's go and find my dear sibling. Maybe by now Boca has her on her knees...



The cobblestones were rough on her naked knees but Lucrezia could not resist licking the fat glistening rod free of semen and her own sweet juices as soon as Boca had withdrawn it from her quim.
His warm spend trickled down her thighs as she squeezrd the Giant's cock for every last bit of ambrosia.
She loved the taste of a man's sperm and fancied herself a connosieur. Boca's was thick and very salty, she wondered if she had time to arouise him to a second effort before her brother predictably appeared to 'rescue' her.

Boca's horse was standing by the alley's mouth, a sure giveaway.
She heard them ride in and dismount...heard footseps approaching...taking her time, wanting him to see what she was doing, she slowly slid the big man's erection from her mouth.

"Brother dear, I really must thank you for sending Boca to me...Have you ever seen such a magnificent cock?"
She ran her hands along it from scrotum to tip...
"He tastes good too...and Cesare, he fucked me much better than you ever did...where have you been hiding this man!?
I want him."

Boca, realising what she'd just said, suddenly jerked himself free of Luca's grasp and joined her on his knees.
"Please!...Please!...Your Grace, forgive me...Your sister...she made me...made me..."

Luca's laugh was maddening.
"Shut up whore...You made me..you...."
Boca stopped, froze and toppled over with Aurelio's dagger between his shoulder blades.

Cesare's rage had dissapated as soon as he realised the trick she'd played on him.
"I'm glad I was the instigator of so pleasent an interlude sister.
Now tell me..."

Luca stood up and began to gather her clothes from the pavement.

"No, stop."

She looked up at the Cardinal, suddenly suspicious.
He was strapping on the enormous wooden phallus.

"Aurelio step to the alley's entrance and see that we're not disturbed...Since my sweet sister has proven she can take a oxen's cock into her body..."
He kicked the fallen bodyguard over and the dead mans penis still was stiff and large with engorged blood.
"...then I want to test her with this oaken pole of mine."


"Grab the wall my dear...bend over and let's see how much of this you can take."

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Lucrezia looked at the crumpled heap of a man lying in the alley before her. Boca, Cesare’s henchman and bodyguard lay motionless now, the final spasms of his muscles subsiding as the dark blood sodden cloak glistened on his back; the deep crimson blood almost black as it soaked into the heavy fabric. The joke was done, the time for laughter over. She regarded the man with a degree of remorse in her eyes. There was a portion of guilt that was hers. She made the sign of the cross over the dead man’s corpse and looked up at her brother, a look of confused anger and mirth on his face.

Bending to gather her clothes, he caught her arm “No Stop”, he commanded. Lucrezia looked up at him eyeing him with caution. He was withdrawing the wooden penis he had concealed under his cloak and began to strap it on. "Step to the alley's entrance and see that we're not disturbed...Since my sweet sister has proven she can take a oxen's cock into her body...", he instructed Aurelio.

The servant immediately turned and trotted to the end of the alleyway not waiting to give Cesare a reason to turn his displeasure on himself.

Luca looked at her brother almost in disbelief and there was a pause before she spoke. Then rising gracefully and standing upright and proud, her Spanish blood coursing through her veins she threw her head back in defiance glaring at Cesare with an almost expressionless face. ”Mother of Christ, you have got to be kidding.”, her tone was far from happy. ”Enough of this juvenile bullshit Cesare, you come near me with that and I swear by all that is Holy it will be one of the final pleasures you ever get in this life. I’ll tolerate your suspicions and your spies, I’ll even tolerate the men…”, she glanced at the dead Boca lying at her feet, ”..that you send to do you dirty work in your place, but you’ll not humiliate nor intimidate me before your servants or in public or not.. Her look was icy cold.

Not taking her eyes from him she pulled her skirt back in place and then began to pull the corset back. ”Besides, if you think you’d use that which has been buried in the ass of a cow on me then you know me less than I thought.”, her mind briefly pictured the wobbling flesh of the gross Ambrogia impaled on the wooden device.

As she finished clothing herself and pulling on her cloak once more she slapped the wooden phallus with her hand. ”Put it away it, looks ridiculous. If you want to be useful you can escort me back to the Vatican, these streets they say are filled with vagabonds and rapists.” She kissed her brother lightly on the cheek and indicated that they should make their way down the alley to the waiting Aurelio.

 

[ariosto]

Cesare's anger melted like frost in the morning sun and he realised how ridiculous he must look waving the wooden phallus around like a sword.

"Quite right my dearest...Tonight at the fete will be time enough to exact my revenge."

Luca held the smooth curving rod in her hands, examining it carefully while her brother rearranged his clothes.
"Revenge?...For what I ask. It was you that set the poor beast on me and I defended myself in the best way I could."

He looked at her and winked,
"And how was he sweet sister..with a cock almost the size of the one you hold in your hand, it must have been excruciating eh?"

She tossed the pole to him and strode from the alley, kissing him again on the cheek as she passed.
"He was a positive delight brother dear. Too bad he's gone I'd have enjoyed some more of it."

Cesare laughed,
"Aurelio take care of Boca's body please. I must PROTECT my sister...these streets are indeed most dangerous!"

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"Look at you, where have you been!"
Ambrogia glared at him from the white habit of a nun, the costume she would wear tonight.

The Cardinal was standing in front of the mirror, hastily putting himself back together. It was later than he'd realised.
"I had an errand to run Auntie, an important one."

She bent to help him strap the phallus to his loins.
"And did you run it successfully?"

He frowned at his reflection.
"No not entirely. But there's time to finish it later on."
He lifted her up and kissed her on the mouth.
"Now come on...let's go down and have some real fun!"

 

[Snork Maiden]

Rodrigo Borgia - Pope Alexander VI

Rodrigo paced impatiently up and down in his study, his hands clasped tightly behind his back. Where is that damned girl he muttered to himself as he waited for Lucrezia.

All in all it had not been too bad a day although it had had its moments, recalling the scene of Cesare and his sister Ambrogia caught flagrante delicto. He pursed his lips and pondered. That boy has too much free time on his hands, I shall have to find something more to occupy his talents

Realising that it was unlikely Lucrezia would be returning from her urgent errand he turned to leave his study. He wondered about that too, pausing to imagine what could have been so important as to put His Holiness and his own aching unholiness into second place. He resolved that he would have to question her gently on the matter. This matter troubled him badly. She was too fine an asset to lose to some sweet talking Italian gigalo, and he had plans for her.

The pope made his way back to his apartments, there was a surprise feast tonight, he must prepare himself, I wonder what young Cesare has planned, and AN expression of concern and suspicion spread over his face, hmmm. He nodded his head slowly as if acknowledging the answer to his own question and exited the room.

 

[Snork Maiden]

One of those interlude moments....

OOC: I think of all my threads that I have undertaken to attempt to role play in here on Literotica, this is the one which keeps drawing me back. I know it hasn’t been the fastest moving one and I suspect its viewing audience is next to minimal. I think that is true in many cases, which I am sure is true for lots of other writers who post here also, there is as much enjoyment in just writing something worthwhile even if that pleasure is centered on one’s own enjoyment and not that of the reader.

It has been quite some time between this post and the last, I have to admit that the story of the Borgias and that whole period of European history is rich and complicated. I make no attempt to hide the fact that I truly love the renaissance periods of Italy and Spain and have visited many of the old cities like Seville and Sigovia, indeed I hope some day to end my days in that region of Spain.

Coming back to the topic at hand however, the story line has been somewhat upside down and inside out but I think generally it is working well. We see at this point in time Roderigo Borgia, aka Pope Alexander VI and two of his children Lucrezia and Cesare have been taking much of the play in this story. In fact there are other’s involved Juan for example, the elder of the Borgia son’s, also had more than a brotherly interest in his sister. Of course it would be difficult for two people to role play the whole of the Borgia saga in many cases there could be a cast of 20 or more people and so playing down this interaction has been notably painful buut necessary. Indeed it was due to Cesare’s almost uncontrollable jealousy for his sister that Juan does eventually find himself floating face down in the Tiber with 3 dagger wounds in his back.

Where we are right now. Well for some time there has been reference to a notorious event which has been penned here as the ‘Festival of Whores’ In terms of total debauchery and irreverence to the Church, this is probably the most mentioned event and yet least described. In fact from the brief descriptions that can be found sparingly on the internet and libraries, there are clues as the atmosphere and activities of this orgy may have appeared.

With a view to the actual timing of this event or orgy there is some confusion in the accounts – some note the date as October 30th 1501, and others October 31st 1501. Which ever of these dates is the correct one, one thing is certain. It fell in the height of the Roman Holiday known as Ludi Victoriae Sullae, which roughly translates to the ‘Games of Sylla’s Victory’ which took place between October 26 - November 1.

It was frequently the tradition that many festivities and street carnival events would take place during these games. What is interesting about this particular holiday is that it celebrates the battle of the Colline Gate in 82 BC to which restored to Sylla, control of Rome from the Marian faction. He chose the first anniversary to institute annual games in honor of the victory and by implication of course, himself. Now what had once only been done for gods, was being done on behalf of a man, something many Romans found offensive, but it did set a precident for future Caesars.

So, with the explanation of the time of year and the atmosphere of the event lets have a look at what possibly the Borgias would have been up to at such an orgy.
Remember that Roderigo and Rosa were indeed from Catalonia, a region of Spain with it’s own rich traditions. Indeed the ties between the Vatican and Spain were at this time immensely strong. Now one of the things any Catalonian will attest too is their love of dancing. Even to this day if you visit any rural village in Catalonia during a festival or holiday, you will with out any doubt experience what is known as a Sardana and is essentially a spontaneous expression of the Catalan spirit. Normally these dances are by ordinary people and in ordinary dress, it is at these events that you are most likely to become involved as the people are incredibly friendly. If the dancers are dressed up then the dance is more like for display or show.

The music is provided by a cobla, which is a small group of musicians playing mainly brass instruments. Tambourines provide the rhythm. The flaviol, a small flute with a tone akin to that of the piccolo, gives these bands a characteristic high pitched sound. The dancers form a circle which gradually enlarges as more dancers join it. When it becomes too large for the space available, the circle may break into smaller ones or an another ring may form within the large one.

Among dedicated dancers, the sardana has a well defined etiquette, e.g. as to whether the ring should be broken to the left or to the right of a man. You may see these "purists" in a small, perfectly formed circle apart from the rest, their foreheads held high and their eyes almost closed in an expression of concentration, in harmony with the music and with each other. They may not take kindly to the ring being broken by a novice or stranger, tightening their grip rather than parting to let the circle enlarge. There are a number of sequences, of short steps long steps and pointing which causes the rings to rotate slowly, often where the rings are concentric these will move in opposition to each other.

So we have the dancing defined, what about the rumours of chestnuts ?

Well in all accounts of the Borgia Orgy, three facts are reiterated. Firstly the only men present were Roderigo and Cesare. Secondly, fifty of Rome’s most salubrious women where present and lastly at the conclusion of the orgy, chestnuts were thrown to the women, who proceeded to grovel on the ground, snuffling like pigs for truffles. Chestnuts were a prized Roman delicacy and very popular at Saturnia (or mid winter’s solstace).

Chestnuts originated in the far east but have been cultivated for at least 3,000 years in the Mediterranean region, and it's believed that the ancient Greeks introduced the European chestnut from Asia minor. The Romans were responsible for extending the cultivation of C. sativa into northwest and central Europe
Romans named chestnuts "Castanea" but the name 'chestnut' is thought to be an English corruption of the original Latin.

Incidentally the European species was introduced to America by the French aristocratic family of Dupon Nemours, who emigrated to the East Coast before the French Revolution. It was this species that Thomas Jefferson ultimately greated onto Virginia root stock

And that concludes today’s lecture

Snork

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia Borgia

Leaving Aurilio to his task, Lucrezia and Cesare made there way back towards the side street and headed in the direction of the river. She thought to question her brother as to why he had been following her, quickly revising the idea lest it led to topics of discussion she would rather avoid. Although well versed in the arts of deception and clandestine activities she was no match for the skilled and subtle interrogations of Cesare.

Turning to look at Cesare as they entered one of the busier streets leading to the Vatican she paused, his face had taken on a more pleasant disposition and her own mood had somewhat lightened. ’Cesare?’ she asked with a hint curiousity in her voice, ’You still haven’t told me what you have planned for this evening's party.’

He stopped and looked at her, pursing his lips and then smiling, ’I know’, he said smugly.

That annoyed Lucrezia, it had been a habit of his ever since childhood and a method he had honed and employed on her to get his way on numerous occasions. They both paused by a street vendor selling fresh fruit. Picking over several baskets of produce, he selected a couple of ripe pears and tossed one to Lucrezia turning briefly to pay the stall holder before continuing on their way.

’Well ?, Lucrezia quizzed again

’Well what ? Cesare replied nonchalantly as he bit into the soft flesh of the pear, a trickle of juice running from the corner of his mouth

’You know damned well what., Lucrezia retorted, pouting, her nose screwing up slightly as she brought him to a halt again.

Cesare lifted the pear he was holding up in front of his face and rotated it slowly in his hand, studying it in great detail. ’Such a delightful fruit is it not dear sister?’, he smiled at her slyly, ‘See the eloquence of it shape, gentle tapering from the tip, its voluptuous curves and fullness of body, hmmmmm, now what does that remind me of

Lucrezia narrowed her eyes and bit her tongue

And it’s skin soft and silky… like… like…, he brought his hand to her face gently feeling the soft skin of her cheek and lower jaw with his fingers, ’hmmm yes, like that of a fair maiden

Lucrezia started to walk on again trying to ignore the comments that were quite obviously designed to provoke response. Cesare how ever was on a roll ’..and this is just its out ward countenance, how then much more delightful the surprise when one sinks ones teeth into that ample bulb of flesh and draws the sweet nectar from within making it necessary to caress it’s body with ones lips; to seal the breach and capture the fullness of it flavour.’

Lucrezia shook her head in despair, You want mine too ? she asked holding the fruit he had previously given her out towards him.

’Why my dear sister, he smiled lewdly, ’How gracious an offer! of course I should be delighted to sample your fruit’

It was of course hopeless, she knew it was inevitable no matter how she played the game Cesare would always win. Not that she minded, the banter was just part of the game, a preamble to the fore play.

Further up the street a small crowd was gathering around a roughly assembled wooden stage. ’Oh look Cesare, that must be one of those commedia dell’arte groups, I have heard they are quite amusing, lets do take a look

Cesare frowned, this was not the ‘entertainment’ that he considered to be paramount in this moment of time, he had already mentally disrobed his sister three times in the past half hour and was even now considering which positions he would take her from. ’Oh god Lucrezia, must we indulge in the plebeian activities?’, he protested

’Oh don’t be such a snob Cesare, just for a few moments, pleeeeeeeease’, she whined girlishly and tugged at his sleeve

Cesare exhaled with exasperation, sighing ’If you feel you have to sate your curiousity then I suppose I can endure it for a while.

Naturally this too was part of the game, it was like a spiked game of Chess and this was the end game, ‘Mate in two’, he thought to himself all that concerned him now was the length of delay his sister would take to make the final moves.

The actors were dressed in strange colourful costumes and quite obviously adopted the caricatures of various stereotypes. All wore masks save two, a beautiful young couple that simply appeared to be so engrossed in each other that neither appeared to be aware of the antics of the other players, and yet they seemed to be pivotal to the plot. The crowd laughed as one of the characters, dressed as a old man, buffooned about on the stage, apparently arguing with another. Lucrezia too laughed with the crowd as the colourfully dressed players cavorted on the stage.

Come on Luca, enough of this, Cesare complained, his impatience to impale her on his cock starting to gnaw into his head, it had after all been more than half a day since his shaft had reamed her tight young pussy.

Reluctantly Lucrezia pulled away from the crowd and once more the two siblings made their way back towards the bridge that led to the Borgia apartments.

Once within the sanctuary of the Vatican grounds Cesare’s hands felt much happier and his arm wrapped itself around his sister, his fingers squeezing the firm globe of her breast and locating the soft bump of her nipple which responded quickly to his manipulations. He loved the way she aroused so quickly, mentally picturing her mound swelling with lust.

Entering her apartment, Cesare was on his knees and his head was beneath her skirt even before the door had closed. Lucrezia simply parted her legs and closed her eyes as Cesare pleasured her, concealed by her skirt and petticoats.

 

[ariosto]

ooc....oh sis...get ready!

 

[ariosto]

The Carnivale of the Senses was well underway by now, he was quite sure. As a Borgia of course his entry was expected to be late and Lucca was absolutely notorious for it, sometimes keeping guests waiting till long after midnight, sometimes not showing up at all.
His dear Aunt and his Holiness might be wondering at their absence but so what! He'd been away from his sister a long time and though he'd be sampling many 'sweets' before this night was over, none could be sweeter than this. None at all.

Lucrezia's legs were long and smooth, free of the hair most Italian
girls sported. In fact his darling sister save for the magnificent tresses that so many women envied was smooth as silk in nearly all places. Even here...
Even here where now his fingertips were playing a lascivious minuet, she had but a soft fragrant down.
Lucca shifted forward in her chair, raising herself for him. She drew the heavy skirts up over her thighs so she could watch what he was doing to her. Watch his eyes as he devoured her.
Dear Cesare was so good at this. It was how they'd first become intimate and had enjoyed each other with their mouths long, long before he'd put his cock in her.
She leaned back, closed her eyes and smiled at the memory.

He played mischievously, and knowingly, uncaring for the crowd that waited for them in the ballroom.
He would hear her gasp with passion, cry out with fullfilment and taste her honied spend inside his own mouth before he released her.
Clitoris firm and swollen, pearl slick in his fingers as he pinched and teased it.
He lay long warm kisses and licks on the tender flesh of her thighs and felt her tremble....
His finger slipped and ran along the satin petals of her sex, gently rubbing, feeling them dampen and engorge.
The smell of her was intoxicating!
Cesare leaned forward pushing his face into her. His tongue now teased her, taking the place of his fingers. He licked her from clit to anus, each time pressing closer.

Lucca twined his curling dark hair in her hands and pulled him in. Their eyes met above the soft swell of her mons and she laughed...What a rogue he was! This brother of hers.
She laughed with delight and abandon and thrust herself hard up onto his face.
He was in her body now, his long tongue filled the tight hot recesses of her cunt, it swirled around inside and seemed to grow even longer, even thicker as she began to rock and squeeze and moan with animal excitement.

His fingers once again began to frig her pearl faster and faster as his mouth opened to devour her entire sex. Lucca's nails dug deep into his scalp, but the pain was nothing compared to the forces cascading within him.
His cock had grown gargantuan and seemed like a great aching log jammed into his breeches. He used his one free hand to stroke himself while he gamouched his beloved sister with ravenous glee. His sister...his one true love...

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Her eyes roamed lazily around the opulently furnished room, its walls adorned with the frescos that had recently painted by Pinturicchio a notable artist who had served some of his apprenticeship assisting Perugino, some 20 years earlier, painting similar works in the then newly built Sistine Chapel.

Cesare’s tongue probed lightly between the outer folds of her sex causing her to lick the side of top lip as her mouth opened slightly as she inhaled and biting her top lip. Her bodice rose as her chest expanded slightly and once more her attention was drawn to the bobbing movements of her brother’s head, concealed under the curtain of her skirt. He was using his fingers now, lightly caressing her soft thighs with feather-like touch, the sensation radiating like ripples across her skin.

Gently he pressured her inner thigh indicating he needed her to part her legs wider, she responded subconsciously as his tongue dipped deeper into the warm moist cleft of her pussy, seeking out the source of her nectar. She gasped as his tongue probed and swirled inside her. Her teeth clenched at the mouthful of skirt and petticoats, which they held fast dutifully as she peered over the hem to watch her brother feasting.

Oooooooooooo Cesare you are such a PIG!, Luca exclaimed as she listened to the loud snuffling emanating from her crotch, hot blasts of air flowing down her inner thighs as he exhaled forcefully through his nose.

Of course there was no reply from Cesare, besides his sister should have realised, that to talk with one’s mouth full was the height of bad manners and dining etiquette. His nose bumped her clitoris on numerous occasions, and the tiny bud, stimulated by this casual frottage itself began to swell and reveal itself.

Cesare began to lick more lasciviously, the long strokes curling from her anus through the soft aroused labia to the aching nub of flesh that peeked from its sanctuary.

Lucrezia’s legs trembled as the waves of pleasure momentarily paralysed her. Losing her muscle control and she staggered backwards falling into a large wooden Florentine armchair. A slight squeal of wood on polished floor split the air as her weight and momentum overcame the friction and caused it to slide several inches backwards.

She squealed with delight her legs flying up into the air and splaying to either side as Cesare monopolised on this added turn of good fortune. Her arms hanging languidly over the sides of the chair, legs parted by the broad shoulders of her brother and head pressed against the ornately carved wooden back, Lucrezia gazed down through the valley of her ample cleavage, and smiled lustfully.

Cesare studied her exposed, aroused pussy, pressing his fingers into the soft petals, by now, well lubricated from his sister’s excitement and his own saliva. She was helpless in her current position that he knew. He gently stroked the soft red curls that covered her mons, capturing her tiny pleasure bead between his thumb and forefinger and squeezing it whilst he probed her silky smooth, hot, wet hole with his other hand, twisting and probing with his fingers as he stretched the entrance to her pussy. Lucrezia groaned noisily with delight she could see his shoulder twitching as he unfastened his pants to take his turgid cock in hand.

Totally given over to the pleasure she was experiencing she raised her hand and caught hold of her brother’s head guiding him back between her thighs, back to her pussy. Ohh dear brother, she sighed with abandon, ”make me come, eat my pussy, fuck me with your mighty cock my Spanish stallion.”

Cesare resumed his feast, his hand continued to slowly stroke his cock, aching now with hardness as it pulsed with lust. Then he remembered the wooden phallus he had thought to use earlier. Question was, had she? A wicked smile crossed his face but the expression was concealed from Luca’s eyes, even if they’d been open to see it

 

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"Ohh dear brother make me come, eat my pussy, fuck me with your mighty cock my Spanish stallion.”
Her words, moaned sweet in Ceasre's ears. Her tone made him crazy.
All right then, he'd do exactly what she wanted and in the order she suggested...perfect.
His hand slipped under her ass and raised it from the wooden chair, the angle now was what he needed to send his tongue ravaging up her shuddering passage as far as it coud go.
Lucca's warm juices had already lacquered his face and his cheeks were slick against the insides of her heated thighs. He shook his head between them, his beard rough against her swollen lips, and plunged his face against her dripping vulva, wishing there was some way he could crawl inside her...yes! inside his own beloved sister...burrow inside his sweet Lucca, like a babe in her womb...

Lucrezia's fingers were tearing into his scalp, her hips driving upwards, grinding her ravenous cunnie into his face.
He glanced up over the wet down of her mons and saw her eyes had closed, head tossing back and forth...her vaginal muscles spasmed around his driving tongue...she was close...very close!

He redoubled his efforts...faster...deeper, his tongue twisted into her..his free hand found her swollen clit and he applied the heel of his hand to it with almost brutal intensity..

"Goddddddddd.......Oh YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"
Her body shuddered with wild abandon as her senses peaked!
She was cumming!
Once again the Cardinal felt the salt sweet taste of her creamy spend flow into his mouth, relished the thrill of her ecstacy and found himself ejaculating in great bursting strings of cum...

It offened happened this way. It seemed that the oragsm of one was also the climax of the other.
Siblings united in a hot gushing moment of nearly complete union.
THIS was heaven...to hell with Saint Peter...Lucca was Cesare's pearly gate.

Her flesh was still tight, still quivering and soaked in orgasmic sweat when he pulled his dripping face away and stiood between her knees, his cock still weeping.

"Your spanish stallion couldn't wait! But you see I have something else to fuck you with dear sister."

Reaching down he picked up the huge wooden phalus, he'd teased her with in the alley only an hour ago...

"Are you ready for this now?"

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

OOC Ok Ari - I'm reversing this so you can make the decision as to what you want to do with that wooden dildo.


IC:

Feverishly Lucrezia clutched at the firm, velvet cushion that padded the seat of the chair in which she lay legs akimbo. Her nails pressed into the plush fabric causing the quicks of her fingernails blanching under the pressure. Her brother continued to pleasure her sex. She quivered as his tongue lashed and swirled in her honey pot, now flowing like the “horn of plenty”, her love-water trickled down her thighs combined with the salivations of her tormentor.

Cruelly, Cesare massaged her clitoris, had she been un-aroused such actions would have driven her to cry out in pain, but now, in the delightful throes of unbridled lust, the stimulation only served to take her to higher levels of ecstasy. She moaned unashamedly, panting and gasping for breath as her brother gamouched her pussy with an insatiable thirst. She could see that he was masturbating from the rhythmic moments of his free arm and the vision of his wonderfully thick cock filled her mind. She could picture its shiny engorged head as it pulsed in his stranglehold grip and pulsing with passion. Her mouth was dry, she licked her lips, her tongue wandering in and out of the corner of her mouth like a horse champing it’s bit “Yes Oh God YEESSSSSSSSSSSS” she exclaimed as her body was consumed in a flooding rush of warmth, she could feel the lobes of her ears burning, her face glowing, her whole body rippling uncontrollably as her orgasm broke.

Bucking her hips high from the chair and into the face of her brother. Her sex was on fire, the walls of her uterus contracting in spasms cramping and relaxing forcing more of her creamy fluid to seep from her pouting folds. Cesare devoured it as fast as it flowed from her, his tongue lapping through the folds, curling to lift the precious dew from the petals of her flower. Her inner thighs glistened with his saliva. Even as the orgasm began to build afresh Cesare’s own climax racked his body, his head pulling back and his neck tensing as his cock spat it hot load. She felt it splash against her thighs and across her belly as he rose to empty himself over her. Her hands reached down, smearing the pearly fluid into her flesh rubbing it into the swollen head of her clitoris and over her wet labia.
She threw her own head back and closed her eyes, her chest rose and fell rapidly as she sought to catch her breath. ”Oh, Cesare, that was …. THE BEST..” She sighed, still recovering from the experience and opened her eyes.

”Oh oh you got a be kidding, right?” her voice a mix of surprise and laughter. Between her still parted thighs, Cesare wielded the wooden phallus, Ambrogia’s plaything, and smiled sadistically at his sister.

She shook her head, “Oh no, no way, no fucking way”, she exclaimed attempting to pull herself upright in the chair but failing due to the locking position of her legs as the hung over either arm.

Cesare smiled, “Are you ready now?”

 

[ariosto]

OOC...Good God Sis, how do I top that!

 

[ariosto]

The wooden phallus looked like the gleaming battering ram of a war galley as Cesare strapped it over his twitching, dripping cock.
His taste buds were alive with the sweet memory of his sister's creamy spend and he licked his lips to take in the last juicy drops.
"Are you ready now?'

“Oh no, no way, no fucking way!”
Luca recoiled back away from the vermillion tip and tried to slam her thighs shut, but it was too late. The Cardinal, lunged forward, taking good aim and she shreiked in pain as the first few inches slammed into her swollen cunt still agape from her brother's deft mouthings. The Oaken speaar was well lubricated with the oils of her arousal and no matter how hard she clenched within the monstrous thing continued to penetrate...

"No Cesare! Please I beg you!"
He noticed a change in her voice, he noticed a real edge of fear, not just pain. The pain she often enjoyed but this was different.
He forced himself to pause and looked into her wild eyes.

"What's wrong sister ...it's just like mine..." he grinned, " but made of timber."
He gave it a twist and another tentative shove. Her hands closed desperately around the thick shift, trying to pull it out.
Cesare was confused and confusion led to anger...
He leaned into it with all his strength and it began to slip through her fingers...deeper, deeper...
OH GOD she was splitting open!
It would kill the life within her.

"NO! Cesare NO!...I'm pregnant...do you hear! PREGNANT!"

He stopped cold. His heart began to race...
"Is it mine?...Fathers?"
She shook her head.
"Whose is it! You slut...Tell me!"
His face was coloring with rage.

He didn't withdraw an inch. The spear lay within her waiting to kill... She could almost feel the rageof her brothers words vibrating through the steely wood.

What should she do...what should she do?!

 

[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia

Usted desea entonces ir alli? Muy bien. Pienso que esta en mal gusto. Y no pense que usted era ese cruel, pero eso bajo?.

The pain was intense, there was no pleasure in this, not in this at all. Her eyes filled with tears, tears of pain, tears of fear, tears of helplessness. Again she pleaded with her brother.

For mercy’s sake Cesare no more, her lips trembled as she watched her brother staring back at her, the veins in his neck stood out with his rage.

She shook her head and turned it away from his gaze, It’s..it’s… she started, the pain now unrelenting, causing her to faint and feel nauseous, her voice grew quiet. In her mind the words of her lover rushed through her head

What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams..

She smiled weakly it was over she knew that, her brother had already damaged her cervix so brutally that the infant 5 months now growing inside her would not make it to full term, nature would doubtless take it course, shortly. She was haemorrhaging, though she did not realise it the pain had lost it’s intensity.

Cesare’s impatience grew, he twisted it again violently, now knowing the child inside her was not his. That hurt him, his jealousy was without bounds, no other man had the right to impregnate his sister.

Lucrezia screamed in pain. It’s Giovanni’s, she sobbed, my husband’s, your brother-in-law, she gasped and fainted leaving Cesare to hold the blood covered wooden phallus in his hand and to contemplate his actions.

 

[ariosto]

While the Festival of Whores goes on downstairs....


"How is she?!"
Cesare, stalked the anteroom in a black rage. He was so full of anger, of guilt, of remorse that he wanted to strike at everything and he did, lashing out at every person entering or leaving his sisters bed chamber.

"How is she!" He screamed at the old family physician Bartolemeo, who'd been sent their by her mother an hour ago.

"She grows weaker my Lord, she may not last the night...the child.."

"FUCK THE CHILD! YOU HEAR!"
He grabbed the wizened old man up by his collar.
"Save my sister or I swear I'll burn you alive."

He threw the old man back violently against Lucca's door and continued to pace, oblivious to the ludicrous carnivale costume he still was wearing...and the whispered asides of those bold enough to pass though.
He struck the walls with his fists and kicked Lucca's lapdog away from the door.
He stuck his head inside for the hundredth time but ancient Dona Elena, his sisters life long nuse and companion interposed her 300 pounds in front of him.

"Get out Cesare. you've done enough!"
No one but Elena could talk to him this way.
He crumbled,..
"Please...please...you must help her..Make her be allright."

"BASTARD!"
The thundering roar came from behind him and Cesare turned just in time to catch his father's blow full across his face. He staggered back, wiping blood from his lips.

The Cardinal went white with rage.
"BASTARD?....YOUR THE BASTARD for laying with your own daughter and getting her pregnant!
Your fucking HOLINESS!"

Cesare launched himself into his father's ample stomach and both men slammed hard against the wall, hard enough to knock the candles from their sconces.

Donna Elena opened the door on the scene and stamped her heavy foot.

"STOP IT..STOP IT AT ONCE!"

Both men halted and stared up at the formidable octagenarian.
She pointed at Cesare.
"She's concsious and wants to see you...your Grace."

Sarcasm and bitterness dripped from her voice like candlewax in a furnace.


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[Snork Maiden]

Lucrezia, Roderigo, Cesare Elena and a couple of Sistine Nuns

Rodrigo picked himself up from the floor and adjusted his cloak. The pontiff’s was face red with fury as he prepared to retaliate. Cesare stood back poised, waiting for his father to move, watching his body stance for an indication of the imminent attack. He rubbed the side of his face, still smarting from the slap it had received moments earlier.

Their actions where interrupted as the door to the antechamber opened and Luca’s nurse stepped out. Her matronly stance and heavy frame were indeed intimidating, an image reinforced by the humourless expression of disdain on her face.

"STOP IT..STOP IT AT ONCE!", Elena commanded, "She's conscious and wants to see you...your Grace." , she added cuttingly to Cesare.

Cesare turned, his head hung low. Elena turned and re-entered the room, the cardinal close behind. Roderigo made his move to enter also but the door was closed abruptly in his face, quite efficiently by the Nurse, and the sound of the lock clicking ensured his exclusion.

Roderigo stood outside the door, glaring at passers by who quickly turned their heads and scurried up the corridor. What a turn of events.

In truth he cared not that his daughter was pregnant. Had he known that she was with child, there was no doubt that he would have arranged for a termination. Lucrezia was his prized asset, an assurance of strong alliances, married to the right parties. A child would most certainly complicate that and undermine the foundations of any scheme for marriage he might have for her.

No it wasn’t true that he didn’t care if she was pregnant, the fact that she was, angered him. And the Father? The father to the greater extent was less important. It was true that it could have been his, or Cesare’s or even her ineffectual husband Giovanni, ”that would indeed be tragic”, he smiled to himself as the thoughts cruised through his mind.

The best thing that could happen, would be for the child to die and his daughter survive. The worst, the selfish Pope, refused to acknowledge as even a possibility.

Pacing up and down the corridor, pausing outside the room his mind turned to the other disturbing events. He rubbed his side, still tender from the surprise attack of his Son. ”Impudent pup”, Roderigo said out loud.

He knew his son had a violent nature, even knew how much disrespect he showed to his Father, but he had not considered the young man flexing his muscles in such away. Roderigo was indeed concerned, for Cesare figured high in his plans also. He would need a strong leader, a man like Cesare to hold the northern princedoms together should any alliance be formed.

It was known to the Pope, that Cesare had for some time now, been associating himself with other powerful men. Thinkers, like Nicolo Machiavelli, a man Roderigo deeply distrusted and also an up and coming artist and visionary, by the name of Da Vinci. Yes Roderigo, could make great use of such men, ”if Cesare could control them and he Cesare then ..” , the Pontiff congratulated himself on such abstract lateral logic. He paused outside the door once more, his mind already scheming. He had to gain control of the situation; this had got out of hand.


The door closed quickly as Cesare entered the room. The lighting was poor, and there was little ventilation save for a small window, cracked open a jar. The smell of the smoky tallow candles, blended with the essences of various herbal poultices and dressings. A head of him he could she his sister sat in a large chair, filled with padded cushions and covered with white sheets.

Her feet were in rope stirrups strung from two lamp-hooks fixed in the wooden beams above. The rope hoops held her legs apart whilst one of the Sistine nuns tended to her wounded vagina. Another nun bathed her forehead, her fever not yet broken, her face was flushed and she was still drowsy from the morphine, which had been given to ease her pain.

Luca’s head moved slightly as the Elena and Cesare entered the room, Is he here?, is it him? she asked feebly her eyes squinted into the darkened shadows of the room as the figures approached.

Hush child, hush yes he is here, the nun bathing Luca’s forehead, assured her.

Lucrezia’s head collapsed back into the padding behind and she closed her eyes.

Drawing nearer, Cesare could see by the candle light the blood stained sheets, the crimson swath that spread across the linen from between his sister legs. To the side a large marble basin showed signs of more of the red tissue and more, but it contents were concealed under a blood stained towel.

Is it.. Is it.., he began his confidence had lost him at this moment.

It’s dead, it could not be saved., Elena completed his sentence for him, her voice quite now, but solemn.

Cesare moved quickly to his sisters side, taking the towel from the nun bathing her forehead and continuing the action himself.

”Cesare?”, Lucrezia’s eyelids fluttered open again.Cesare I’m am so sorry….., her voice weak and trembling.

”shhhhhhh little sister,”, Cesare comforted, ”don’t tire yourself, you must rest. Mustn’t she Elena?”, The cardinal turned to face the nurse as he spoke.

”She must indeed, she is strong in spirit, like her father, her Catalonian blood is strong in veins but her body is greatly weakened, the Nurse explained.

Cesare… Cesare I should have told you, you didn’t know, it’s not your fault., Lucrezia continued, gripping her brother’s hand tightly. But I.. I dared not tell you nor Father., her voice faded and her eyes closed momentarily. ”P..Please, please forgive me”, her voice trailed away once more as she passed from consciousness again.

Cesare looked anxiously at the Nurse, still clutching his sister’s hand. Elena!, his voice filled with concern.

”Leave her now, sleep is that she needs, we will tend to her and watch her.”, Elena replied

Cesare slowly released the slender fingers of his sister peeling them gently from his grasp and bending over her, pressed his lips to her forehead, Sleep, my dearest Luca, sleep well with a host of angels to watch over you.

Cesare turned from the bed walking slowly to the door. As he passed Elena, she caught him by the arm. ”Cesare. Cesare I really hope you have learnt something this night., she unlocked the door opening it for him.

As it opened Roderigo leapt back and shuffled agitatedly but giving no indication that he had been eavesdropping. He was ready to let fly once more at Cesare, but sullen expression on the young man’s face, guided him to change his tact.

How is she?, he asked calmly, Is she..?

”She sleeps yet, the morning will tell what it will but Elena assures me she will be fine”, Cesare replied

”And the child? What about the child?, the pope asked curiously.

”The child didn’t survive, sadly”, Cesare answered.

Roderigo nodded his head and bowed it respectfully, but inside he was sighing with relief.

As the two men stood awkwardly in the corridor, the door to the chamber opened once more, causing both to turn quickly in its direction. The two nuns exited the room bowing their heads in reverence at the pontiff in his carnal carnival outfit.

”Mother Elena will stay with the child tonight”, one of the nuns said, ”Till Morning”

 

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Ambrogia was waiting for him at the door to his apartment, her expression unreadable beneath the make up plastered on her face. She was dressed as a tavertine slut, a common streetwalker. The costume fitted her well.

"Where have you been nephew! The Carnivale isn't the same without you...Come on now...strap the big wooden spear in place and lets go down"

She leaned close and whispered, her breath reeked of wine and garlic...
"Has Lucca been priming the pump?"
Her hand closed around the now sticky oaken phallus and she grinned. She was too drunk to see the red rage taking hold of the Cardinal.

He slapped her so hard she spun against the door and had to grab the handle to keep from falling. The door flew open and she staggered inside. Cesare was right behind her.

He shoved her forward against a wide divan, hands twisting in her thick black hair, yanking her head back.
She fell hard over the couch, her mind both terrified and stimulated at the same time. Cesare and she had played rough before but this was very different, very....

"BITCH! CUNT! WHORE!...I"LL SHOW YOU HOW I USED THIS CURSED THING! I"LL SHOW YOU HOW IT SHOULD BE USED!"

His words knifed through her ears, lanced into her thoughts.

NO!
She struggled, but he was beyond reason...she pleaded as her dress was torn off, her chemise yanked up around her waist...
She'd worn no drawers, she was playing the slut after all...

Ambrogia's scream split the night, causing even the revelers below to look up and pause in their libidinous abandon.
The thick dry cock, caked still with Luccas blood, worked it's way relentlessly up her ass, her blood from now mixed with her niece's own along the gleaming shaft as it drove deeper, splitting and tearing it's way into her bowels...

Ambrogia's screams became one long wail of terror and pain.
Cesare was unheeding...he drove and drove, crushing his aunt into the velvet sofa. He drove and drove until he could ram it in no further. Then with a gesture of disgust and contempt he unstrapped the monster and walked away, leaving it imbedded to near it's full impossible length into Ambrogia's ravaged ass.

"That's how you use it.
Fun wasn't it."
He slammed the door behind him.



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They came for the Cardinal an hour later. He was alone in the Palazzo Luna, staring up at the starry sky.

Six men, Swiss Mercenaries in Papal employ. Big husky men, well armed.
"Your Grace, your to come with us immediately."
It took him a moment to drop his gaze and to look into their cold eyes, unsmiling faces.

"By order of his Holiness, you will come with us to the Castillo San Damiano."

He smiled then in sudden comprehension.
The Castello San Damiano, the Castello delle rotture ...the castle of tears. His fathers own secret prison.

So the Old Man had finally had enough.

 

[Snork Maiden]

Rodrigo - Pope Alexander

Rodrigo paced the great hall of the Castillo San Damianoi, his mind in a whirl, there was much to be done and time was of the essence. The revealing of Lucrezia’s secret had come as much as a shock to him as it had to Cesare. That fact alone had phased him, he had always considered Lucrezia to be open and loyal; in many respects her actions troubled him more than those of her brother. Not that the pontiff considered Cesare’s actions with any disregard; quite the contrary, he found the impulsive and self motivated nature with which Cesare conducted himself quite impossible. Roderigo cherished all his children; each had a role in his grand scheme, each their own particular talent. Cesare, with his sharp mind and cool efficiency had the makings of a valuable military leader, if only he could manage his hot temper.

A messenger appeared in the high arched portal that centered the north wall of the hall, bringing Roderigo to a halt. He looked up at the figure then approached.

”Adilio, come forward, tell what news of my daughter”, the Pope’s voice solemn and low.

The man stepped from the shadow of the doorway into the dimly lit hall, and knelt respectfully before him. Raising his head to kiss the ‘Ring of the Fisherman’ he looked up at Roderigo. “Your Grace”

“Come Adilio, rise there is little need for ceremony were there is no audience “, the pontiff replied jovially, although such a show of respect did not go unnoticed in his eyes. “Come my friend tell me how fares Lucrezia?”

Adilio rose to his feet and followed the pope to the sit of the hall which was lined with richly furnished chairs and ornate highly polished tables. “Your daughter is recovering well, Your Grace, the lady Elena has asked me to convey that the message that Countess of Pesaro has been taken to Gradara, to the fortress. She is tired but in no immediate danger and that the rest should be most beneficial for her. The Lady Elena also has asked me to advise you that at this time The Lord Sforza has not been informed of the circumstances.”

Roderigo listened as the messenger recanted his message and nodded, he pursed his lips and thought momentarily. It was good that Luca was in good hands, Elena had practically raised Luca as her mother, in the period in which she had been separated from Rosa, her natural mother during the immigration from Catalonia, he knew also that Elena’s ‘maternal’ inclination would ensure the very best care for his daughter. Giovanni on the other hand was much more of a problem. The Pope frowned, he really must be disposed of or at least removed from the picture. Someway or another he would accomplish that task.

The assassination attempt he had arranged earlier that year had failed on his son in law, had failed abysmally. Although he wasn’t sure he was certain that Luca had warned the young man that his life was in danger for he had simply fled and gone to ground. He cared not that his daughter may indeed have feelings for her husband, she wasn’t allowed to have feelings in that respect; such emotions complicated power play and power was what Roderigo thrived on.

The pope drew his fingers slowly down his chin, bringing the tips together as they slipped from the well defined jaw and smiled wryly at Adilio. ”I have a message for you to return to the Lady Elena, I which you to express my utmost, my utmost gratitude for her continued care and also her candor. I want you to express to her how important it is that the Lord Pesaro, not learn of the circumstances surrounding the current demeanour of his wife and that I shall indeed be visiting the Castillo de Gradara in due course. Also inform the Lady Elena, that should she require anything for the benefit of my daughter, then she is instructed and authorized by the highest authority to procure such needs”

The messenger listened carefully and nodded to confirm that he understood the desires of the pontiff. ”I shall leave immediately your grace”, Adilio exclaimed, rising from his chair.

”Wait a while Adilio, I shall instruct the kitchens to fetch you food and drink, you must be in need of some rest after your journey, a minute or so will not hasten the recovery of my daughter, take a moment to rest yourself, I shall see that you have a fresh horse for your return”, Roderigo replied then clapped his hands.

A second servant appeared in response to the summons and the pope looked over to the maid. “Francesca, please take Adilio here to the kitchen and see that he is well fed and ask Pietro to draw up a fresh steed, the finest in my stable for his return”, Roderigo instructed.

“Yes Your Grace”, the maid replied curtseying.

”Go now Adilio, go with the girl she will see you are well tended”, the pope continued indicating to the messenger that he should now leave with the young woman.

He watched as the two servants left the hall and then rose himself to continue his pacing. Where was that confounded son of his, the instructions had been quite clear, “Bring Cesare to the Castillo San Damiano, I have matters of great urgency to discuss with him”

Matters that would concern the release of Lucrezia from the marriage bonds of the Sforza tribe, freeing her for more, for much more enterprising arrangements.

 

[ariosto]

Cesare could swear he heard the pitiful cries and tortured moans of the damned as he entered the grim gray walls of the Castello.
The uncompromising silence of the guards did nothing to alleviate his apprehensions.
Roderigo was his father of course, but on the list of the Pope's priorities familial love ran a far second to a number of other things.
Lucca was the adored one anyway. Always had been....

Well if he was to to be disposed of he'd do it like a man by God!.

"Father, I implore you to have mercy! I was drunk, in a rage...I would never harm a hair on Lucretia or my Aunt. You know that!"
He threw himself on the stone floor before the Pope's slippered feet. Tears welled from his eyes and ran down his cheeks.

"Get up you idiot."
Roderigo looked down at his son with ill disguised contempt and turned away staring out the window. It was pitch black and had begun to rain.

The Cardinal stood up slowly, brushing off his clothes.
Was he not to die then?

"Your Sister will live. They both will live. And so you will be allowed to continue in this world awhile longer.
Come here."

Cesare always felt 4 years old in the presence of his Father, this time he felt three.
"I think something was put in my wine! I would never have harmed her otherwise, never..."

Roderigo slapped his son so hard the Cardinal had to grab the table to keep from falling over.
"No more excuses! Own up to what youve done boy!"
The Pope grabbed him by the scruff of the neck.
"You will never touch your sister or mine again. Do you understand?"

He was helpless as a rag doll in Roderigo's powerful hands. He nodded.
"Your sister should be Cardinal and General. She is twice the man you are!"
Roderigo released him and nodded towards the stone bench against the wall.
"Sit."

The Pope began to pace back and forth across the room.
"It's time to get rid of Giovanni. I have other plans for Lucca now."
Killing him would have serious consequences..."

Cesare brightened. Not only would he live, he was going to play a part in the dismissal of his hated brother-in-law.
An idea began to form...

"Father we can start by having the marriage annuled."

The Pope frowned.
"I'd thought of that but we can no longer claim impotence can we?..and no one takes adultery seriously anymore."

"No your Holiness, but homosexuality would do the trick."

Roderigo looked at his son, his expression softening for the first time.
"With who?"

Cesare thought briefly of his own escapades with Giovanni when they were boys and smiled.
"I'll find someone Father. Count on me."

 

[Snork Maiden]

Rodrigo and Lucrezia

OOC. Oh my gosh, it’s been like so long, my apologies it’s been rather hectic here in RW this month. But finally I find a moment of calm in the midst the turmoil. Quite like this will be the last post I’ll make here as a single woman J.

IC

Rodrigo frowned as he listened to Caesar’s quite blatant lies as he tried to excuse his behaviour on the effects of liquor. It quite amazed him that his son should be so bold and brazen in his presence, especially given his own current, displeased demeanour. Still, that was unimportant; the trivialities of Father and Son feuding and fencing could wait till a more appropriate time. Right now it served his purpose to appear benevolent and forgiving, that impression at least might encourage Cesare to be more contusive to his plans.

He turned from the window and, having shaken Cesare quite violently whilst admonishing him and warning him about the dangers of pursuing his continued sportive activities with the female members of the Borgia family, deftly turned the topic of the conversation to the unfortunate Sforza. Cesare’s dislike for the Lord of Pesaro, his brother in law was not unknown to Rodrigo, in fact it was this very hatred that the Pope was counting on to bring his plan to fruition.

The pregnancy indeed did give rise to concerns, it made it less likely that the marriage could be annulled on the grounds of impotency. The Pope mind wandered momentarily, unless of course the child had not been Giovanni’s. The thought troubled him somewhat, whilst his own incestuous relationship with Lucrezia was not what might be considered casual, he was sure that the child could not have been his. Lucrezia had always taken great care to douch herself after intimate relations and was certain that she would have taken equal care with any intercourse she engaged in with Cesare. This raised the question of third-party interference. Rodrigo prided himself on his sources of information, was it possible that Lucrezia could have some secret lover, some unknown and unmeasured element that might seize the carefully balanced mechanism of his schemes.

The popes thoughts were interrupted by Cesare’s keen, eager voice proffering compromising suggestions that might be employed to undermine the seat of Pesaro.

Homosexuality, it was of course an option, but not uncommon especially in the higher houses of the land. Whilst it did not carry much weight in law, it did indeed offend the theological sensibilities. Rodrigo pursed his lips and regarded his son, his eyebrow raised slightly, a sign that the suggestion had indeed registered some interest in the complicated mind of the Pope.

“With whom?”, he enquired.

Before Cesare could respond, the Pontiff continued, ”Cesare, you are I know quite fond of your sister, regardless of your outrageous behaviour, so tell me, does she confide in you at all…. You know… about matters of the heart. Does she for example have…”, Rodrigo paused as he tried to find the right terms, “Has she confided to you about any Baue, she may have a fancy for?”

The Pope, wiped his lips with his hand as he awaited Cesare’s reply, his mind already drafting a letter of disapproval regarding Giovanni’s ‘unnatural’ tastes and pleasures.

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Elena sat dutifully at the bedside of the Lady of Pesaro. The middle aging woman regarded the countenance of the sleeping woman and she carefully wrung a muslin cloth over a bowl of cool scented water to again, mop Luca’s bow.

Her fever had broken and the haemorrhaging had stopped, now she needed rest. What had Cesare been thinking? She found it difficult to comprehend the actions of the young man. He had always been a wilful child, but he had also exhibited much of his father’s intelligence. Elena knew that Cesare had been Rodrigo’s greatest joy although he had never shown his son any affection in the way of encouragement openly, he had always ensured that Cesare’s rewards where delivered when due.

It had always struck her that it was a strange relationship. Perhaps not been a male made it harder for her to comprehend, but it seemed to her that Rodrigo was almost forcing Cesare to become self reliant and self-confident in his actions and thoughts; perhaps he had achieved more than he had anticipated. Cesare certainly seemed to exhibit a lot of confused anger, and recently had been taken to outbursts of unbridled temper. Unfocused and misdirected Cesare could easily become quite a dangerous and formidable opponent, even to his aging Father.

Lucrezia stirred slightly in her sleep, her eyes fluttering as she returned to consciousness. She blinked the sleep from her eyes and peered up from her pillow. Her gaze met that of her trusted nanny, and she smiled as the dimly lit room came into focus around her.

“My Lady”. Elena spoke softly and smiled at the Luca.

”Elena, where… where am I, the room seems familiar but yet strange somehow. Lucrezia replied slowly and quietly.

”You are home child, safe in the Castillo de Gradara, your husband will be here to see you quite shortly, you have had quite a time”, Elena explained

”Giovanni, he is here?”, Luca asked excitedly, ”What does he know, he must mustn’t learn of the truth, her voice became urgent and she attempted to rise from the bed.

Elena, eased her back, insisting that she rest, ”Be calm Luca, for now the Lord Pesaro knows only that his wife is beset with a fever and recovering, that is all that he needs to know….., for now, Elena replied reassuringly. ”Now.., how are you feeling”

”Like I have been tossed about by a Catalonian Bull”, Luca smiled, ”and a little thirsty

”Then I shall get you something to drink”, Elena smiled and rose from her chair

Elena…, Luca called out to the woman as she turned to leave the room

”Yes Child?”, the woman replied

”Thank you”. Lucrezia smiled as her head sank back into the feather filled pillow.

 

[ariosto]

The cries of the condemned barely reached the small chamber where Roderigo confronted his son but reach they did and the message they gave was not lost on the Cardinal. Inspite of the chill of the dark stone room, the young man was sweating, his garish costume seemed thrown upon him by a malevolent jester. He wished desperately to be out of it. To have a good sword in his hand.
Then what?

"WELL...is there some one. Tell me boy."

Calderons darkly handsome face floated before him. A face that Cesare would take personal pleasure in mutilating.

"No. No one I know father."

The screams of the damned below them and fear of the Pope's power over him were tempering the frustrated rage he felt.
Murder was throbbing like a cancer in his heart.
Roderigo didn't notice. His attentions now were directed at ending the misbegotten marriage of his daughter and the wretched Sforza cur.

A moment of tense silence passed. The sounds below them had blessedly quieted to a low moaning.

"Am I free to go your Holiness. Thank you for calming me. . You have always been the arbiter of my passions."
There seemed to be no mockery in Cesare's words but Roderogo wasn't to be fooled.
"Indeed I am, whelp of mine. And what control my words may lack, fear of the rack will make up for."

He paused to let it sink in.

"Now get out and get that wretched costume off your body. It's not fitting on a night you nearly took your sister's life."

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It was nearly dawn when the dozen hooded and cloaked horsemen quietly dismounted from their horses at the end of the narrow lane.

"Aurelio,"
The Cardinal whispered,
"We must act fast. Take six men and break down the front door.
I'll take the rest, circle behind in the alley and take thet postern gate.
Kill everyone but Calderon and his sister. Them I want alive."