Dangerous Pleasures by Bertrice Small

chain from the little round cell and up the stairs.
    She was naked. As they exited the dungeon into a main corridor of the castle Annie looked nervously about, but the servants they passed paid her no attention at all. But then they entered the great hall, and it was filled with rough men sitting at trestle tables beneath the high board. As they passed between the tables many of the men reached out to touch her, pinching her buttocks, grabbing at her breasts. The Beast ignored them, and Annie took her cue from him, hurrying behind him although she was a little frightened. I can end this at any time, she reminded herself.
    “You will sit on the dais at the side of my chair, by my feet,” the Beast said as they reached the high board.
    Annie saw there was but one high-backed oak chair set behind the high board, directly at its center. Reaching it, she obeyed his instruction. At least she was not so easily available to the hot eyes and crude remarks of the soldiers in the hall. The meal was served. Annie could see the servants coming up to the other side of the Beast’s chair and offering him bowls, plates, and platters of food. She had seen a gold plate and a bejeweled gold goblet before she had seated herself at his feet.
    “Open your mouth,” he commanded her now and again.
    Annie would obediently raise her head up and open her mouth to receive some tidbit of food. Once she raised her head to his command and he transferred some sweet wine from his mouth to hers. It was a most sensual experience. When he had finished eating and the dishes had been cleared away from the high board, the Beast pulled Annie up and settled her into his lap, where he fondled her breasts absently as a minstrel played his lute and sang. Now and again he would put a sweetmeat into her mouth. He began to frig her, pushing three fingers deep into her vagina slowly, then increasing the rhythm until she was whimpering softly. He withdrew the three fingers and sucked on them as his eyes met hers. “You taste delicious,” he told her. “And you have really been very good, Mistress Anne. You have exhibited perfect obedience tonight. Would you like to be rewarded? You may answer all my questions without further permission.”
    “Yes, my lord,” Annie said softly. “Thank you.”
    “Would you like to be fucked, Mistress Anne?” His eyes still held her in thrall.
    “Yes, my lord.”
    “Here on the high board before my men, for all to see?” he said wickedly.
    “If it pleases my lord, aye,” Annie answered him, for she realized it was what he wanted. And he thought she would protest such a thing.
    “And afterward, if it pleased me to let my captains fuck you?” he pressed her.
    “Yes, my lord. Whatever pleases you pleaseth me,” Annie told him.
    “Your docile obedience pleaseth me well,” the Beast said. “I knew you were intelligent when I first saw you. I knew you could be trained to my fancy.” Then he lifted her from his lap and placed her upon the high board. “Spread yourself for me, Mistress Anne,” he commanded her, and when she did he leaped upon the great oak table and freed his enormous penis, which sprang forth fully engorged.
    A roar of anticipation rose up from the men in the hall at the sight before them on the high board. They came to crowd about it, faces avid with their own lusts.
    Annie’s body was throbbing eagerly for the Beast’s penis. She could scarcely wait to have him impale her with it. It seemed she had waited her whole life for this fierce lover. She held out her arms to him. “The Channel is now closed,” came the hated voice.
    No! No! Annie screamed silently. Not yet! Damn it, not yet! But she sensed her fantasy dissolving about her, and there was nothing she could do to stop it. It would be sixteen hours until she could get back to the Beast. Would her fantasy pick up where it had left off? Would he fuck her before his soldiers on the high board in his great hall? Tonight she had begun where she had