tagNonConsent/ReluctanceA Lady or a Cock Whore? Ch. 02

A Lady or a Cock Whore? Ch. 02

bygaelen33©

Arya's second encounter with brigands happened the next year. She was turning nineteen and in a month's time she would be officially presented at court. She was anxious about her debut at court, but her fears were easily overcome by her excitement to see Veras, the land's capital city. She had been trained and prepped for years, and was confident in her ability to perform well in high society. She knew she was pretty enough and accomplished enough that she was a suitable match. However, she had no one skill with which to distinguish herself.

She fancied herself cleverer than most, which would certainly help with navigating court intrigue, but it was nothing she could boast of to a potential suitor. Not that Arya's mind was on her potential suitors, of course. She had been assured that her first debut was more an "exhibition" of her, than an auction. She could (hopefully) expect offers of marriage after a few months of socializing.

As she was the youngest daughter of four, with three older brothers and one younger, her departure for court was nothing new. Although she was all a-flutter with excitement, her departure didn't make an impact on the keep at large, except for those who were also leaving. She was to be accompanied by her brother, Luc, and two of her masters, as well as a few men to care for the horses, their supplies, and a few foot soldiers. The first of her guardians, Master John, was her coach in all proper social behaviors and interactions, and was to watch her and make sure she didn't make a fool of herself. The second, was Madame Marguerite, an elderly woman who was to act as her lady's maid, caretaker, confidante, and whatever else she required from her.

Once in Veras she was to stay at her Aunt and Uncle's. She had never met them, but was told they were gentle, intelligent folk who did not much care for court. She understood that they were doing her a great favor by agreeing to oversee her debut.

On the morning of her departure, Arya said goodbye to her parents and sisters, but bade her fondest farewell to Weyn. "When I see you next you will be a priest, and me a wife. I wish you all the luck in the world, and hope when we meet again we are as happy as we have been in Parnage together."

He gave her a bear hug, his eyes also a bit tearful. "I will miss you, dear Arya. I know you will make some man very happy, and I hope for your sake he isn't old and fat." She laughed, and got into the carriage before she started to cry.

The trip was uneventful, filled with tedious hours and sore bums from the bumpy road. The only exciting thing that happened was a bear who crossed the road. It stopped, looked at them, growled a bit, then continued on its way. The encounter was so boring the horses didn't even spook.

Finally, they were only two days from the castle. They had started passing through civilized land once again, passing fields and wineries the likes of which Arya had never seen. She had spent her life in the mountains, and the wide open spaces of the rolling plains was a bit intimidating. They were in a long stretch of farm land interspersed with small woods when one of their carriage wheels broke. Arya groaned, knowing that they would have to camp outside the wagon. It was nearly dark and there was no way they could make it to the next lodging by the time the wheel was fixed.

The men began the task of setting up camp and fixing the wagon. Madame Marguerite gestured to Arya to sit by her and work on some sewing. Arya cringed. "Madame, I have been stuck inside sewing for days. I need to stretch my legs."

Marguerite looked at the girl as though she had said something horrid. "Stretching ones legs is hardly ladylike, Arya." Arya rolled her eyes.

"I also need to clean, I feel disgusting. There was a river a ways back, perhaps I could go bathe before dark?"

She held her breath, knowing Marguerite would mostly likely say no, but desperate for some privacy. She had stayed in the same room as Marguerite the entire trip and was filled with pent up sexual frustration.

Marguerite's eye brows immediately turned down into a frown, but before she could object Luc interjected, "That sounds like a good plan, Arya. I will accompany you for your protection. Surely no one can object that that is not ladylike." He looked around, challenging the others to object. No one else cared a whit, and Marguerite frowned even more, but said nothing.

Smiling, Luc turned to Arya. "Gather what you need and let's go."

She whooped with delight, ignoring Marguerites disapproval.

She quickly grabbed what she needed and they left the camp. They chatted amiably as they walked, glad for some time away from the others. Arya felt that she was never herself unless she was alone with her brothers, and she suspected Luc felt the same. They walked arm in arm, settling into a comfortable silence.

When they reached the river Luc turned his back. "I will walk towards the bridge and wait there for you. I will be in shouting distance if you need me. Meet me there when you are done." She smiled at him, grateful. She walked a bit farther away than he had indicated, worried that if she came too hard he would hear. I'm not very good at staying quiet, she mused.

She found a place where the bank was sandy and there was an eddy causing the water in front of her to be calm and safe. She stood for a moment, simply enjoying the quiet of the forest. She felt more at home than she had in days, even if it was a strange forest, and a very small one. She pulled her hair out of the uncomfortable braid, letting the waves cascade down her shoulders. She began to undress when she stopped, her body tense. She could have sworn she had heard whistling. Yes, there it is again. Oh no, please don't tell me there are people around here! I need to cum so badly.

The thought had hardly crossed her mind before she realized she was near a woodsman's trail. There were surely people who lived nearby, and they were probably heading home as the sun was setting. Already the shadows were long and the temperature cooling. They will pass by and be gone soon. In fact, I doubt they would even notice me if I stay under the water. Arya reassured herself with these thoughts, ignoring the fact that her nipples were hardening at the thought of someone coming across her unawares. She still masturbated to the boy's expression as he had cum, knowing that she had caused it.

Since then she had often had daydreams where Master John had walked in on her masturbating, and helped her as Isla had often done. She knew that she would be terribly frightened if it ever happened, but the thought of it caused her to cum hard every time.

She grew wet, thinking about how someone might see her bathing and watch from the shadows, stroking themselves to climax. She undressed slowly, pretending she was stripping for the unseen watcher. She posed, knowing that her breasts were sticking out, the nipples hard. She bent over, sticking her ass in the air as she "scratched her leg." She slowly waded into the water, imagining how it would look as the water flowed around her, the cold causing her nipples to harden into sharp points.

She heard the whistling, this time much closer and she yelped, ducking under the water. She laughed a bit at herself for being so foolish as to pose and primp. She peeked out of the water, just the top of her head visible. She looked around in the dusky light, trying to see if anyone was there. She didn't see anyone and after another moment of silence she giggled and began to bathe, knowing she had wasted precious time.

As she soaped up, she allowed herself to caress her breasts, loving the contrast of the smooth, shapely breast and the hard nipple. She ran her knuckles over her nipples, reveling in the feeling. She allowed herself to lay back in the water, pinching her nipples as she used her other hand to gently caress the rest of her smooth skin. She sighed, finally able to let her fingers stroke her clit. She used the moisture from her opening to coat her fingers and clit. She had never tried to penetrate herself, always afraid that if she did she would lose her innocence.

She stroked her clit for another minute, feeling her climax slowly growing as her sex grew hotter and wetter under her finger's ministrations.

Suddenly she felt herself being grabbed by large hands, and she cried out in alarm. She pushed against the chest in front of her, screaming until a hand was placed calmly over her mouth, the other one around her throat. She stopped squirming, and looked up at her assailant. He had long dark hair, and fiercely blue eyes. He was naked and she could see his upper body, which was muscled from heavy labor, and covered in a fine layer of dark hair. She stared up at him, her eyes wide in terror.

His eyes roved over her slowly, taking in her hard nipples and flushed cheeks. She blushed so red she felt she should have steam coming out of her ears as he looked at her in unabashed lust. He looked back into her eyes, a predatory smile on his face. He chuckled at her fearful gaze.

"Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." He said, his voice husky and low. He leaned forward a bit, causing her to squirm against him once more as she tried to back away. The hand on her throat tightened, and she tried to calm her shaking body. "What is a little minx like you doing here? I haven't seen you in any of the camps before. Most of our women are a sorry lot indeed, I sure I would have remembered you, unless you're new."

Her eyes widened even more as she realized he must be talking about robber camps. Her mind immediately flitted back to the day when she had first seen a brigand, and his words. She had not understood them then, but she sure as hell did now and she began to grow truly afraid. She tried to scream again, writhing frantically.

He tightened his grip once more and she stopped, unable to breath. Feeling her quiet under his hand, he relaxed his grip. He seemed confused by her reaction. "Who are you?" He asked. "Don't scream or I will beat you bloody, understand?" She nodded fearfully and he removed the hand from her mouth.

She drew in a shaky breath. "My name is Arya, I am traveling with my family to Veras."

His eyes brightened as he understood. "So you are not some rough and tumble like me, you are a proper lady, aren't you?" Arya shook her head, knowing that something about his question excited him.

"I saw you undressing." He said casually, making her blush to the tips of her toes. "At the time I assumed you had stolen those clothes, knowing that no one who would wear something so fine would be in these woods at night. But you are an ignorant noble, aren't you? Well," He smirked, "not so ignorant, I suppose? I saw how eager you were to pleasure yourself, to expose yourself for anyone to see." He reached down and ran his fingers between her lips, smiling at how wet she was.

She cried out, "Please, stop! I-" She was cut off as he backhanded her. She felt dazed, but knew that he had probably only hit her with half his strength, if that. She tried to back away, but this time he grabbed her by the arms and quickly turned her so that she was facing away from him. She quivered as she felt something hard pressing against her bare skin, whimpered as he groaned at the contact and thrust it against the crack of her ass.

"God you are soft." He said, his hands roving over her at will. He kneaded her breasts, feeling the nipples harden beneath his hands. He chuckled and bit her neck softly, causing her to whimper again. "That's a great sound," He said, and she promised herself she wouldn't make another noise, no matter what he did. She couldn't help letting out a soft gasp, however, as his fingers found her mound once again.

He stroked between her lips, his fingers inept but persistent against her clit. She was terribly frightened, and felt ashamed as she felt warmth blossom beneath his strokes. When he reached down to slide a finger into her, she pushed her hands against his arm with all her might. He swatted her hands away like he would a fly, biting her hard on the shoulder. She arched her back against his assault, causing the hard shaft behind her to press more firmly into her ass. He groaned again, and grabbed her hand.

He placed her hand atop his hardness, saying, "stroke it, stroke my cock you stupid slut." She trembled at his words, but was too afraid to deny him. She slowly began moving her hand along his length, water sloshing every time her hand stroked upwards. He was now groaning steadily, thrusting his cock harder and faster against her hand. He moved her hand impatiently along his length, dissatisfied with her slow speed.

Suddenly, he pushed her forward, almost knocking her over. "Move," he said, his voice hoarse with desire and urgency. She scrambled away from him, hoping to make a run for it. He grabbed her hair, slowing her and leading her inexorably towards the shore. As soon as she was on land he shoved her to her knees. Arya looked up at him in fear, her eyes wide. He growled, her innocence plain to see and only arousing him more. He smiled cruelly, gesturing to his shaft.

"Well," He said. At her blank look he said. "Aren't you going to suck my cock like a good little slut?" She let out a soft whimper of fear.

"I've never done such a thing." She whispered, looking pleadingly up at him. "Please, just let me go."

His cock twitched as she begged, and he gently brushed wet strands of hair out of her face. "But how is that fun for me?" As he spoke he pushed his thumb into her mouth, feeling the silk of her tongue. She really doesn't know what to do, he thought as she looked up at him, bewildered. He shuddered in anticipation, using his thumb to pull her jaw down, opening up her hot little mouth. He rubbed his cock against her lips, back and forth, before sticking the tip into her mouth.

It was so hot and wet, and she tried to protest, causing her tongue to flutter against the underside of his head. His cock twitched in her mouth, and he began stroking his length quickly with his free hand, letting her mouth simply encase the head of his dick with its warmth. He began forcing more into her mouth, thrusting gently against her as he held her hair tightly with his other hand. She tried to shake her head, and the movement made him groan. Her muted protests sent shivers down his spine as they caused vibrations against his cock. He began stroking faster, moaning as she looked up at him in fear.

He looked down at her lithe body, his cock twitching again as he saw her nipples straining away from her pert tits. He reached down with one hand, pinching a nipple hard. Her intake of breath cause a suction around his dick that make him pinch her nipple harder. She writhed below him, moaning out of fear or arousal, he couldn't tell.

"You enjoy this don't you." He said, looking down at her with a primal gleam in his eye. "You are a little slut, you know that? You aren't a noble lady, you are a whore begging to be fucked." He gripped her by the chin, forcing her to look at him as he thrust into her mouth, causing her to gag. Tears began to leak out of her eyes at his words, and she began to shake her head. Her tongue was now constantly fluttering against the underside of his sensitive head, the sensation overwhelming as he looked into her stunned eyes. He cried out as he spurted his seed into her mouth, groaning as he watched his cum leak out the sides of her mouth.

Arya collapsed on the ground, spitting the hateful spunk out of her mouth. She was now crying openly. She was shocked when he grabbed her again, pulling her on top of his now outstretched body. She screamed, feeling his cock so close to her cunt. She screamed again as his fingers delved into her folds, and he pulled his fingers out with a satisfaction. "Didn't I say you were a slut?" His voice was low and insistent, and he smiled at her. "No one gets this wet from being facefucked unless they like being a cock whore. Are you a cock whore?" He asked innocently, looking at her as he slid his fingers into her mouth.

She shook her head, ashamed of her wetness and disgusted by the taste of it on his fingers.

They both jumped as a voice called out, "Arya, are you alright? I thought I heard something. Are you done yet? It's getting dark."

Arya lay stock still, staring in fear at the man. She didn't know how he would react to Luc, and she prayed he wouldn't try to hurt her brother. She had no need to fear, however. The man cursed, pinched her nipples one more time and pushed her off of him.

He turned to leave, saying "Too bad I didn't get to fuck you. Taking your virginity would have been perfect, I swear to God you are one of the sexiest women I have ever seen. Maybe next time," He winked and strode off silently, trailing his clothes behind him.

Arya tried to compose herself as she quickly rinsed her mouth out in the river, and wiped away the wetness between her legs.

"I'm fine, Luc, and I'm just about done. Getting dressed now!" She managed to say, although she was ashamed at how her voice broke and wavered.

Luc didn't seem to notice, he simply replied impatiently, "Alright, hurry up, I'm hungry."

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