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  Bishop Roman never put his robe back on or gave Jennifer anything to wear. She watched his cock as they began to talk about village life and what she could expect. His cock never lost his hardness. Is my naked body making him perpetually hard?

  Roman put some large pillows on the floor, and they both laid down on them. He pulled her closer to her. “Have you decided what job you would like to do?”

  Jennifer said it without thinking, though she’d never told her mother yet. “I liked to join the soldiers under Lord William.” She waited to see his response.

  “You do realize that there are one hundred fifty men under his command and no women, don’t you? It’s a dangerous job enough for a man, never mind a woman.”

  “Yes, but I’m no normal woman. Before we came here, I killed two scavengers that attacked my mother and me. I’m good, but with some training, I could be much better.”

  “Lord William might be reluctant since all women are subjugated to the male species. It would make it difficult when you are with the soldiers. They could take you while they are out on patrol. All of them at once.”

  “Yes, I thought of that, but they could do that now. I know it would be a change for the village, but everything must change if we are going to go forward in this new world.” Jennifer didn’t know what she’d do if she didn’t get this.

  “You would need some help to get Lord William to consider your request. Lord Harris would never even consider asking him.”

  She looked at Bishop Roman. “Would you help me?”

  “I might. I could suggest that Lord William take your innocence after I tell him how good your mouth was. You’d have a chance to convince him.” He looked at her. “If you could convince me.”

  “What do you want?” She watched as he moved a bit away from her and lay back on the pillows. He spread his legs and grabbed them behind the knees and drew them up until his body was bent in half. With one hand holding his legs up high, his other hand reached for his cock, and he began to slowly stroke it.

  Bishop Roman was spread obscenely. His balls hung down between his spread legs, but it was his ass that was revealed. His cheeks were parted and his brown anus blinked in a sea of white flesh. He began to stroke his cock, but she didn’t know what he wanted her to do. Then, she heard those terrible words.

  “I want you to lick my asshole and stick your tongue up my ass while I masturbate. If you make me cum, I’ll approach Lord William about taking your innocence. Then, it will be up to you to convince him, but with your body, I’m sure that you can make a compelling argument.” He saw the shocked look on her face.

  She found his finger in her ass wasn’t as bad as what she expected. In fact, it did something that she’d never expected. It made her excited as if her backside had the same pleasure that her pussy did. Now, Bishop Roman expected her to give him the same strange pleasure in his backside, but it wouldn’t be her fingers that would do it. It would be her mouth and tongue. It was a forbidden hole that a tongue should never visit, and she feared the tart hole. She wanted the job more than anything else in the world. Nothing else sounded like a job that she’d enjoy. She wanted to kill the scavengers and save the people that needed help. Her father had lost his life doing that, and she wanted to remember him with her deeds.

  She didn’t say a word, but she slid down on the pillows until he felt her hot breath blow on his ass hole. It sent the hole into uncontrollable contractions, but then, he felt a soft kiss on his buttocks then another. He stroked his cock as the soft, wet kisses moved closer to his ass hole. He was glad he’d cum so he could hold out cumming quickly. He’d make Jennifer earn the privilege he’d grant her, and he knew that she’d work diligently to please him. She had already exceeded his expectations when she started to kiss him, especially when he felt her soft, silky lips push against his anus with a wet kiss. He knew he’d enjoy this beyond expectations.

  Jennifer didn’t know how she did it, but she did. She kissed the tart hole and choked the first time, but each kiss became easier. It was when she started to lick him that she gagged and almost vomited, but she continued to lick the tart hole until it was slick. She pressed with her tongue, and she felt his anal ring open up under her forceful manipulations just as his finger did to her. He stroked his cock as she pushed her tongue into a sharp tip as she forcefully sought her way into his ass hole. Her hand reached up to his balls, and she molded them in the sack, chasing them around until she could grasp each ball. She rolled them around as she struggled to push her tongue in his ass hole. She could feel his ass muscles try to force her tongue out, but she continued to drive it inside until her lips were pressed up against his anus and sealed it tight. She began to wiggle her tongue inside his ass hole as her fingers manipulated his balls. He continued to stroke his cock, but she knew he wouldn’t last long. She’d make sure of it.

  She played with his balls with such skill, but it was her sharp tongue that wiggled in his ass hole like a snake slithering inside. But he felt her wet lips sealed on his anus and felt her hot breath blow on him. No woman had ever done this to him before, but this wouldn’t be the last time. Jennifer was an exceptional woman that didn’t know the limits of her own sexuality. He’d make sure that he took her farther each time. For now, it was time to cum. His hand speeded up, and her tongue wiggled faster and deeper. It was as though her tongue grew and pushed deeper into his rectum. He finally exploded, shooting jets of cum at least a foot up into the air until their sheer volume pulled them back to earth to land on his belly. She rolled his balls and coaxed out all his cum before he was finally satisfied. He said nothing as she pulled her tongue out of his ass hole. Roman felt emptiness, but then, Jennifer surprised him again as she scooted up to his belly and she placed her face on it. Her tongue began to lick up every drop of his cum until his belly was clean and she swallowed it all.

  “Do we have a deal?” She licked the last of the cum from her lips and drew her tongue back in and swallowed the cum. She couldn’t believe what she had done.

  “Yes, we do. I’m sure you’ll need other favors in the future.”

  “And I’m sure that you’ll make me pay for each one in some degrading way.”

  “Yes, you’d be surprised what my mind can conjure up. Or what your body will enjoy.” He handed her a shift to wear. He had many as spares when he ruined the dresses of the other women that came for advice.

  CHAPTER 8

  Seamstress?

  While Jennifer went out exploring, Alexis decided to see about a job. She liked the idea of making clothes that were more than practical. When Jennifer wasn’t around, she had made a dress that had a bit of fashion to it, not just a drape of cloth that covered a woman’s body. She went to see Lord Harris. She expected him to be busy, but she was allowed in to see him as soon as she arrived. She was surprised when she saw him, not what she expected. She thought he’d be an older man, slightly fat and balding, fitting the high position he held. He was an older man, but not that much older than Bill was. He was tall, very tall and muscular. It was as if he were a soldier, not a lord.

  “Come in, Alexis, I’ve been expecting you. Sit down.” She was an attractive woman. He knew her husband died at the hands of scavengers and she was here with her daughter, a lovely virginal creature. Harris expected her to be a redhead, like her daughter, but she had brown hair, cut short, but smooth and silky. She might have a grown daughter, but she kept her lovely figure, but that wasn’t difficult on the road. There was little food and constant danger. He wondered what she might have already endured out there.

  “It seems everyone knows the new people,” surprised that she was known by name.

  “We take an interest in all the new members of our community.”

  “Especially if they are female.”

  “Definitely if they are female. What can I do for you, Alexis?”

  “I’ve been thinking about a job here, and I’d like to be a seamstress.” She took out the dress that she made. “This was made quickly to s
how you my talents, but I think I can make dresses that are not only functional, but also attractive on a woman’s figure. I’m sure that would be of interest to all of the men.” She handed him the dress, and she was surprised that he took so much time looking at it, even down to checking the stitching on the inside. She didn’t expect that from a man.

  “You’re very talented, as well as creative. We have many talented seamstresses, but not many creative ones. Have you worked with any other fabrics besides cotton?”

  “Yes, there isn’t much difference between them. Do you have something in mind?”

  “Yes, come with me; I’ll show you.”

  He held the door open for her, and she suspected that it was so he could view her from behind. She half expected this to lead to something more than her goal. It was one more day that only the lords could take advantage of her and Jennifer. After that, any man could take them. If she was going to have to submit, she might as well as make it worthwhile to her, and she hoped it would help her cause. But when she saw the inside of the room, it wasn’t what she expected, although she should’ve. She smelled it before she saw it, the unmistakable smell of leather. Inside the room, it was lined with just about every leather item that she never could’ve fathomed existed. She didn’t know what most would do, but they all had one express purpose or, maybe, two. They were made to secure a body, female she was sure and also to leave her lewdly exposed. Then, she saw the whips and knew there was a third, pain or punishment. “Leather?”

  “Yes, it’s a more difficult material to work with, but it has such nice qualities. Though smooth, it is strong.”

  Jennifer looked around. “I’m not sure I can be creative as you’d like?”

  “You never know until you try, Alexis.” He walked up in front of her. “Let’s say this is your trial period.” He didn’t wait for an answer. The minute he walked into the room with her, his cock grew to be so rigid that it felt like it would break unless he did something about it.

  Normally, she would’ve protested, but with the rules that they agreed to, she had no choice. She stood there, her hands hung uselessly at her sides as she watched Lord Harris’s large hands nimbly begin to open the frail buttons on her dress. She was surprised he was so adroit. It took only seconds until it was opened to the waist, and then, she looked as one large hand pushed inside her dress and cupped her breast as if it was the most natural thing to do. His hand slid inside her bra and felt her bare breast. She couldn’t stop her nipple from growing hard as his fingers found it and rubbed it as he squeezed her breast. He wasn’t as harsh as she expected.

  “Nice, soft tit, Jennifer.” He could feel the way she responded. He pulled his hand out, eager to expose her while she was still stunned. He pushed the dress off her shoulders and down to her waist. He grabbed her and pinned her against him as his hands reached around and opened her bra with such ease. Before she could respond, he pushed her away but grabbed the bra and pulled it from her arms. She looked at him, and her arms went up to cover her breasts, but all that was needed was a stern look. Her arms surrendered as she bared her breasts to him. He liked the way she obeyed.

  Once she was stripped to the waist, his hands returned. His fingers pinched her nipples, not too hard but not a soft touch, but she couldn’t stop the way they responded and grew hard and tingled all the way through her breasts. He played with her nipples for long minutes and then grasped her breasts in his large hands. It was surreal for her to stand there while he fondled her with immunity.

  He saw the way her lips trembled as she bit them, and her hands clasped into fists at her side, but she did nothing to stop him. He began to work on the rest of her dress, a single button was left, and the dress slid over her full hips and fell to the ground on her feet. He hated the plain panties the women wore, but he loved what lay beneath them. He bent over as he grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled it down to her ankles. That brought a response from her. Her hands went in front of her and cupped her sex so he couldn’t see.

  She lost her composure when he stripped the last of her clothes off, but he grabbed her hands and pulled them away until they hung limply at her sides once again. She kept her thighs clenched tightly together. She was naked before him and his pants bulged with a big erection and she was in a room that was filled with leather bondage equipment.

  “Let me see; what do I have for that lovely body.” He walked around and picked up various items as she looked at him with such surprise in her eyes. He came back to her and put the pile down on the desk near her, but she didn’t look at the pile. In fact, she averted her eyes away as if she could put them out of her head.

  He walked around behind her, and her arms were grabbed and pulled behind her. His large, muscular hands were surprisingly gentle. She felt the cold leather placed on her wrists and then the buckles were tightened. There was a snap, and when she tried to pull her wrists apart, they only moved an inch before they were stopped. Leather was placed higher up her arms, just above her elbows, and it must be some type of strap, because when it was cinched, it forced her arms together. That bowed her back inward, and when the strap was buckled, her shoulders ached, but she saw the reason for it. Her breasts stuck out lewdly. He was still behind her, but he wasn’t finished. She felt more straps run around her body, one under her breasts, another over the top and then cinched tight. There were connecting straps between the top and lower strap, and Lord Harris stood in front of her and tightened them. When he was finished, her proud breasts were compressed between the two straps. It sent the blood to her nipples. His finger touched her nipples, and they felt so tender.

  Lord Harris worked on his favorite straps. The first, a thicker one, went around her waist like a belt. It was the straps that hung down that he licked the most. He knelt at her feet. “Spread your legs, Alexis.”

  No one had ever said those words to her. She felt an unfamiliar hand push between her thighs, and she had no choice but to do as he asked, though she didn’t spread them wide enough. But, once he got his hand between her legs he parted them wider and wider until they were shoulder-width apart. She could feel his hot breath blow so close to her pussy, but that isn’t what she feared. She saw the strap hang down to the floor. It was an inch thick. She saw him stand up and go behind her, but then, his hot breath blew on her ass, shaming her that his face was so close to such an intimate place. Fingers began to run over her buttocks as they slowly pulled her buttocks in opposite directions. Her body reacted and tried to clamp shut, but she was ineffective against his powerful fingers. Her crack opened up wide, and she could feel the cool air in the room blow between them, and she knew that he could see her anus. It grew worse when he blew on it to show her the control he had over her body. She felt the smoothness between her buttocks, knowing it was the strap. It passed over her anus, but then, it slid between her legs. Fingers plucked at her pussy lips, stretching them wide until the smooth strap was nestled between them. He moved in front of her as his fingers continued to peel her lips back and tuck the leather strap between them. He pulled the strap up to her waist and then began to pull on it. She felt the leather strap tighten between her ass and then push aside her pussy lips harshly and leave them open and vulnerable. She bowed her legs out after he tightened it to relieve some of the pressure, but all it did was make the strap move. It was disconcerting as it moved. It rubbed her soft, inner lips. She didn’t expect that. Her nipples also responded. It felt like her breasts were held in powerful hands and pushed all the blood to the tips.

  Harris was pleased by the way she looked. Normally, he’d use a spreader bar on her legs, but he saw the way she moved, slowly and deliberately as if she didn’t want him to see. She tested the feel of the leather between her legs. He knew it wouldn’t be long before the leather was slick with her juices. Pussy juices were good for the leather, it kept it supple. There was one more thing, but he wouldn’t let her see that first. He wasn’t sure that it would be needed, but he wanted her to experience it. Even though the
women had agreed to this arrangement, many balked at this task. The others acts didn’t require their cooperation; the bondage did it for them. But for this, they had to do one task willingly.

  She thought he was finished, but he picked something else up from the table. She hadn’t noticed what it was, and he was behind her once again. When he moved up against her, she couldn’t help but feel his erection push into her hands as if the bondage had done that deliberately. He began to move his hips slowly from side to side, and she couldn’t help herself, though she didn’t know why she did it. She clenched her fingers until they curled around his erection. He was big, much bigger than Bill was, not only in length, but girth also. He stopped moving once her fingers curled around the shaft, so she moved them and sent his cock jerking in excitement. As she did it, he didn’t stop what he planned to do. His fingers moved around her neck. She realized too late when his fingers pushed into both sides of her mouth and forced her to open it. It was too late by the time she felt something hard inside her mouth. She thought her jaw would break when it was forced open so wide, but when she tried to shut it, she tasted leather, but beneath it was something harder, much harder. It kept her mouth open, and she knew why. It was open wide enough for a good-size cock to be pushed in and she could do nothing to stop it. Spit and drool began to run down her chin, and she couldn’t stop the torrent that followed. She knew what was next when hands pushed down on her shoulders until she was on her knees.