Enchantress
"for luck," as she said with a
smile. Jeanne looked on with pride, exclaiming at how well the
color of the gown suited her. Princesa brought the babies over to
see how pretty their new mother looked.
    Jesamyn had never been surrounded by
so much kindness and she did not know what to make of
it.
    They took her down to the castle
courtyard and there, before all the residents of the castle, she
said her vows to an unusually solemn Nino. He was dressed in fine
garments that day and seemed to have combed his hair and scrubbed
his fingernails clean too. She found it oddly endearing that he
went to such trouble.
    It all seemed quite unreal.
    She was given a goblet of wine and
advised to drink it all down quickly. "Why?" she
demanded.
    Nino kissed her cheek and whispered in
her ear, "You will need the drug for the branding."
    "For the what ?"
    "We must mark you with our crest as
you are now our property, Jesamyn. It means we will always protect
you, and no one can steal you away from us."
    He had neglected to tell her about the
branding.
    Well, she was too far in now to
refuse. Already she'd drunk half the goblet. Oh, why not? What
difference did it make now. They would soon all be dead.
    As the dizziness took hold she needed
his hand to lead her to the podium and the low table. The residents
of the fortress gathered to observe as her gown was lifted and she
was laid on her back, her legs spread and held by two of his
brothers.
    She felt a brush of cold air as her
sex was exposed to the crowd. How many faces there were staring at
her! She'd had no idea there were so many residents that lived and
worked within these walls, for she'd always pictured the d'Anzeray
as living in the dark like bats that came out only at night and
sucked blood from their victims.
    Now she saw that the folk who lived
there were quite ordinary. Men and women like any other. Did they
not know the evil of their lord and his sons?
    Nino looked down at her, touching her
pussy with a gentle stroke of his fingers. His eyes shone through
lowered lashes and he licked his lips. She could smell fire
somewhere near and heard the clanging of metal.
    "Look at that lovely cunny," an
unknown man's voice shouted excitedly from the crowd. "This one's a
fair peach."
    "You mean a dark and dusky peach,"
shouted another with a laugh.
    And then she saw the iron brand in
Nino's other hand— glowing from the heat of the fire.
    She tried to flinch but her muscles
would not cooperate and then the white-hot brand disappeared from
her view. Even straining to lift her head failed. She felt a pinch,
a sudden searing pain. The two brothers holding her legs apart were
looking at her pussy and smiling lustily.
    As if far in the distance she heard
the watching crowd cheer.
    Nino had branded her with their crest.
She was trembling. He hunkered down and licked her pussy while his
brother's still held her legs and the crowd watched. Her climax
built rapidly, as if the branding had heightened the senses in her
nether regions. She began to squeal in raw delight, pumping her
hips, riding his mouth, pushing her cunt into his face. Suddenly
her juices shot forth like a spring, as they never had done before.
The brothers looked on in evident amazement. Apparently they had
never seen a woman come that way either.
    They were so fascinated by it that
they each took turns making it happen again and again, much to the
raucous delight of the audience. Her pussy was milked thus without
mercy for half an hour or more, their new toy proudly exhibited to
the people of the castle as the cum squirted out like a
fountain.
     
    * * * *
     
    She slipped away to use the privy,
while they were all still feasting. But she could not find her
bells. They were not put away where Princesa had told her they
would be.
    Jesamyn did not look too hard for
them, but went back to her wedding feast and her new husbands.
There would be plenty of time and opportunity later.
    I think I love you, Nino had said.
    She was inclined to

Similar Books

Enchanted

Alethea Kontis

The Secret Sinclair

Cathy Williams

Murder Misread

P.M. Carlson

Last Chance

Norah McClintock