A Lady or a Cock Whore? Ch. 05

Luc nodded. "Back home we would hunt deer for the meat, and wolf occasionally to keep them away. I remember this one time..."

Arya stopped listening, looking happily around her. They had left the stables and ridden through a forest trail. They had emerged from the woods to ride on the outskirts of a large field where serfs were toiling. She watched them curiously; she had never seen a person with dark skin before.

"Lord Eric," She asked absently, interrupting them. "Where do the dark serfs hail from?"

He looked at her in surprise before recovering quickly and replying, "Somewhere down south. Their king trades them to us for weapons and food."

She looked at him in shock. "He trades them?"

"Yes," Luc interjected. "My commanding officer was telling me about them, as I was also curious. Apparently in their country slavery is common, and they make excellent serfs for us as they have no desire to rebel or cause trouble. They seem to think their God created them to be slaves, and that it would be wrong to question that. Seems like a load of rubbish to me but it makes them ideal workers."

Arya frowned, bemused. "How odd."

"They aren't all docile," Eric added. "Some have been adopting our customs and retreating to the woods. They asked to be accepted into local militias but no one would have them. They refuse to work the fields, but they certainly aren't required to. However, all the lands here are owned and they have been driven off most properties. There are a few groups in the woods hereabouts where they live, making money by thievery and scamming gullible serfs."

He smiled, "But they shan't bother us. They only bother noble folk who are stupid enough to wander the woods alone."

Luc smiled back, replying that once he was given rank he would make it a priority to teach the serfs their place. Arya ignored them once again, watching the serfs with renewed curiosity.

Her view was cut off as they once again rode into the woods, moving at a faster pace. She smiled as they cantered through the trees, overjoyed to smell the musty pines and feel the strides of her horse underneath her. She looked over at Eric and smiled at him. He grinned, sticking his tongue out at her as he spurred his horse faster. She laughed and followed, leaning low on her horse and urging it on. "Hey!" Luc cried, trying to catch up.

Luc yelled as a rabbit ran underfoot, causing his horse to spook. Arya and Eric looked back to see his horse bolting into the woods. They stopped as quickly as they could, glancing at each other. "I suppose we should try to find him?" She asked.

Eric shrugged. "I'm sure he can find his way back." He drew his horse close to hers, looking her up and down lecherously. "I can think of other ways to spend our alone time."

She gasped, about to reproach him when she saw him smile.

"Let's go," He said with a chuckle. "I'm not going to leave a man stranded, even if his sister is as mouthwatering as you."

Arya's stomach fluttered at the compliment, and she suddenly wished they could have some time alone. She smiled back, following him as they rode into the woods.

They were off the trail but it was easy to see where Luc had gone. His horse had left a swath of destruction in its wake, and all they had to do was follow it. After a minute or so they heard rustling and stopped. "Luc?" Arya cried, "Is that you?"

The noise stopped but no one replied. She urged her horse a step further. "Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

She peered at the dense foliage, but didn't see anything. Eric shrugged, "must have been another damned rabbit." He turned his head, his eyes widening for a split second before the rock smashed into him.

Arya glanced over, her hand on her mouth as she saw him fall to the ground with a thud. His horse pranced sideways nervously, before nudging Eric with its nose.

"Eric!" Arya cried, dismounting quickly. She ran over to him, kneeling down to hold his head in her hands. She took a deep breath as she saw a gash on the side of his head, which was bleeding sluggishly. She looked around, wondering what had happened.

She cowered down as she heard someone crash through the underbrush, turning with a whimper of fear to see a man heading towards her.

He was large, and his skin was almost black. He was leering at her as he strode confidently forward, a sling in his hand. "I was just looking for some dinner but you are much more interesting." He growled in a thick accent.

Arya stood slowly, facing him. She thought furiously, If only I were alone I could run! But I can't leave Eric. Oh Luc, I hope you find us quickly!

Knowing she had no choice she faced him resolutely, staring him straight in the eyes. He slowed as he approached, eyeing her up and down. He met her eyes with a cold smile which stopped her breath. "You aren't as afraid as you should be. I like that. It means you have room to grow."

She smiled back, afraid but unwilling to show it. "My brother is just around the bend. He's a soldier, and he's got a gun. If I were you I'd run while I still had the chance."

She was surprised when the man laughed, "The blond fellow? I knocked him out too, see?" Arya quailed as the men showed her her brother's gun, along with a small satchel of money. "I've done well today." He smirked.

He strolled closer, enjoying her despair. "Two rich men to steal from... and you. Yes, definitely a good day's work."

With that he reached for her, and she couldn't help but turn with a cry. She sprinted off as fast as she could, panic setting in. She breathed raggedly, tears starting to leak out her eyes as she ran. She screamed as she felt her head yank back; he had grabbed her hair. He pulled, stopping her as she screamed in agony, clutching her head. He threw her on the ground and she lay there, crying. He chuckled, enjoying her fear. He bent down to lick away her tears, recoiling as she struck him.

As he drew back Arya rolled to the side, flipping herself onto her feet once again. She faced him, knowing she couldn't keep him off. He laughed, "your punch is like the bite of a fly. Irritating."

He tackled her, and she kicked and punched for all she was worth, screaming her head off. He hardly flinched at each blow, grunting once when she landed a particularly painful blow to the side of his head. He quickly subdued her, pinning her to the ground. As she took another breath to start screaming he ripped the sash off her waist and stuffed it in her mouth. She gagged as it hit her throat, her eyes wide as she began to hyperventilate.

The man leaned back, his weight holding her down. He looked down with a leer, watching her breasts heave as she panicked. He grasped her chin, forcing her to look at him. She glared at him, tears rolling down her face. She tried to speak, but her words were muffled by the sash and he laughed.

She closed her eyes as his other hand trailed down her neck, shaking her head furiously. The hand on her chin moved down to her throat, and she opened her eyes immediately. "I see someone has taught you some manners." He said cruelly.

She moaned in fear, her eyes pleading with him. He ignored her and began unbuttoning her blouse with eager fingers. She writhed beneath him, trying to buck him off. He smirked, "Keep that up girl, I like to feel you humping me."

Arya immediately stopped, her eyes flickering down to where he sat on top of her, noticing with dismay the tenting of his pants. Her eyes moved back to his face as her blouse was thrown open and he drank in the sight of her tits. He groaned, his hands moving to grip them roughly. She closed her eyes again as she saw the lust in his face, both terrified and ashamed of the throbbing she felt in her clit as she saw his desire so clearly displayed.

He kneaded her breasts fiercely, pinching her nipples hard. She couldn't help the movements of her body as she tried to escape from the pain, but was mortified to know that her movements only aroused him more. He shimmied up her body, until his crotch was just below her breasts. With a groan he untied the drawstring of his pants, pulling out his hard cock and stroking it as he looked down at her.

She had opened her eyes when his hands left her chest, gasping as his dick flopped out in front of her face. She had never seen one so close, and was horrified and mesmerized by it. It was almost the length of her hand, perhaps six inches long, and very dark. She could see a vein running down the side, and a drop of fluid at the very tip. She gulped, staring at him with wide eyes. She began shaking her head unconsciously, afraid that he, too, would ram it down her throat.

He was still staring at her tits, however, and began to rub his cock over them. He moaned as he felt her hard nipples brushing against his shaft, and ran his cock back and forth over them. He placed it between her two peaks, using his hands to squish her breasts against his hardness. He thrust his hips forward, forcing his cock to slide between them. He spit, using the head of his dick to smear the saliva in between her tits. He began to thrust again, holding her tits against his shaft as he pumped steadily. They didn't cover his dick, which he would be preferred, but their creamy skin and hard pink nipples were so erotic against his darkness that he didn't care.

Arya hid her face in shame, unable to watch as he worked himself off. He was moaning steadily, grunting out words in a language she didn't understand. At one point he looked up to see her facing away from him, and took a hand off her tit to force her to look at him. He pulled back slightly, holding her eyes with his as he gripped her throat in one hand and stroked himself with the other. She glared at him, but he hardly noticed as he slowly drew near climax.

He yanked the sash out of her mouth but quickly slapped her as she began to scream. She stilled, hurt but not surprised. He gripped her cheeks, forcing her to open her mouth to stop the pain. "Stick out your tongue." He snarled. She paused, but quickly complied as she saw his face darken in anger.

He stroked himself faster, sticking a finger in her mouth. She obediently sucked it, grimacing at the dirt which caked it. She pulled back, spitting. It landed on her chest, and he quickly shoved his dick in between her breasts, using the spit to lube his cock as he rubbed it against her soft skin.

He began to breathw quickly, slapping the underside of his cock against her nipples, stopping for a moment to pinch them savagely. She stifled a whimper as the pain sent spasms of pleasure to her clit, hoping he wouldn't notice.

He rolled off her, and she was so shocked that she didn't try to escape. Before she had the chance to recover he flipped her over, using the sash to tie her hands behind her back. He sat on her, just below her ass to prevent her from kicking him. She began screaming again, trying to buck him off. He groaned, his hands clenching her arms painfully as he thrust back.

She stopped as she felt his cock sliding along her covered ass, realizing that he had released her arms to grab her ass cheeks, squeezing them with a moan. He pulled the fabric over her ass, running his hands along her smooth skin. She lay on her stomach with her face pressing into the moss, tears starting again as she realized how easily he could penetrate her from there.

She cried out as she felt a stinging blow land on her ass, and then another and another. She began to cry as he slapped her, alternating blows and groaning as he watched her ass bounce. Eventually he stopped, only to grab her cheeks, roughly forcing them apart. She screamed at the pain as his fingers dug into her reddened skin. It was short lived as he quickly stuffed his cock in between her cheeks, humping her in short, quick, thrusts as he grunted in pleasure.

She began screaming in earnest as he removed his cock from her ass cheecks and she felt something part her lips and press against her opening. He jammed his finger in her roughly, and she writhed in agony, screaming as he began pumping his finger in and out of her dry cunt. When he added a second finger, she was bucking so much she almost managed to unseat him. He removed his fingers and slapped her again, and she began sobbing as he struck her over and over, spanking her with one hand and jacking off furiously with his other.

He pressed the head of his cock against her opening as she lay limply beneath him, beaten into submission. He spat on his hand and rubbed the saliva on the head of his cock before pressing it against her once again. "No." She said feebly.

"No!" She cried loudly, adrenaline shooting through her as she felt him begin to press his hardness against her. She yelled, her voice hoarse as she insulted him in every way she could think of, but he waited. When her voice trailed off, and her breaths came out in racking sobs he smiled, and began forcing the head of his cock into her. He groaned at the tightness, hardly able to fit the head of his cock in her. Arya's fingertips pressed against his stomach, but he ignored them as he held her ass cheeks open, watching his cock slowly slide into her.

The head of his cock had just popped in when he felt a hand grab him around the neck and throw him backwards. He saw a white man staring down at him, his pale blue eyes murderous. The serf tried to crawl backwards, his face slackjawed in shock and fear. Eric gave him no chance to escape, quickly shooting him point blank in the face.

Eric turned from the dead man in disgust. Arya had turned herself over and was lying in a crumpled heap, her dress around her waist and her face tearstreaked. She lay her face down on the ground and allowed her fear and anger to pour into the grass, knowing she was safe.

Eric knelt down, gathering her in his arms and holding her gently. He whispered kind words in her ear, stroking her hair as she cried. After a few moments her sobs died off and she slumped against him quietly. He stroked her face, coaxing her to look at him. He felt his anger swell again at the sadness he saw in her eyes, and his fists clenched. He wanted nothing more than to kill the man again for hurting her. And then maybe again.

He sighed, hugging her tightly. "You're safe now," he whispered against her hair, "I'm here."

She stared up at him and he brushed a chestnut strand off her face. She suddenly became self-conscious and sat up, attempting to smooth down her hair.

She let out a watery hiccup of a laugh as she looked at herself. "I always seem to ruin a dress when I'm around you." Arya said bravely, trying to move past her humiliation.

He smiled sadly back. "I would gladly buy you ten new dresses for every one you have lost because of me."

She glanced at him, "Because of you? Because of you I was saved twice from being raped. This isn't your fault."

He ran a hand through his hair, frustrated. "I know it's not. But I shouldn't have let you come today. I should have told you to stay with the other women. I knew there was a risk, however small."

Arya stood up, frowning. "I wanted to come, and I wouldn't have let you stop me. What right would you have had to tell me to stay back? None. I may be a woman but I'm not your wife and you have no control over my actions." She glared at him in indignation.

Eric glared right back. After a moment he let out his annoyance with a growl. "Arya, I didn't mean it like that. I just meant... I'm just angry."

"You're angry?!" She yelled, pacing. "What about me? Every horrible thing that has happened in my entire life has happened in Varus! I wish I'd never come."

She turned to the dead man, her eyes flashing. She stomped up to him and began kicking him, "Fuck you!" She screamed.

Eric rushed to her, his eyes wide. "Arya, you're hysterical. We need to get you back to the house."

He grabbed her arm and began pulling her back. She gave the man one last kick, then turned and walked with surprising dignity back to the horses.

Eric followed, shaking his head. "You always surprise me." He said in bewilderment.

"Where's Luc?" She asked.

"I'm not sure, we'll have to find him." Eric replied warily.

Arya sighed and walked to her horse who was munching calmly on a lone patch of grass. She smoothed her dress as best she could, wiping off leaves and dirt. She combed her fingers through her hair, but settled for pinning her hair in a messy bun as there was no way to untangle all the knots. Eric helped her mount up, then leapt onto his own horse. They did not have far to go before they came across Luc's horse who was meandering through the trees. Eric grabbed the horse's reins and looked around. After a few minutes they spotted Luc.

Arya jumped off her horse and ran to him, praying he was alright. She saw that he was unconscious, but seemingly unharmed other than a small wound on his forehead. She sighed in relief. Eric also dismounted and strode to her.

"How are you to get him back to the house?" Arya asked, her brow furrowing.

"I suppose we'll have to strap him down onto your horse and you can ride with me. Help me lift him."

They struggled to lift him onto Arya's horse, but luckily it was little taller than a pony so the distance wasn't too great. They heaved him into the horse's back and tied him down as best they could. They mounted Eric's gelding and set off, Arya holding the other horse's reins.

They slowly made their way back to the trail. Arya wrapped her arms rightly around Eric, burrowing her face into his back. He was surprised but pleased. Her body felt good against him, and he wished he could hold her properly.

As they walked he asked, "Is there anything I can do, Arya? To ease the pain?"

She sighed, taking a moment before answering. "I am not hurt except for my pride." She could practically feel his skepticism. "Truly, I'm not. I'm just ready to go home."

After a moment of silence he said carefully. "Is it home you wish for, or simply a respite from the capitol? If the latter I am leaving for our home in Langton next week. My sister is coming as well and she's always bored there. I'm sure she would appreciate some company." She was silent and he continued quickly, "There won't be anyone there except my sister and I, and the servants of course. It would be quiet and you woudn't need to go home and have everyone constantly asking you about Varus."

She still didn't reply and he said quietly. "I wouldn't touch you Arya, I swear. I just wanted to offer you a safe place to hide, if you needed it."

She pressed herself against him fiercely. "Thank you," She whispered. "I could use a place like that. And I'd be happy to go there with you."

Eric beamed, but tried to control his joy knowing it was not the time for it.

They rode back to the house quietly, each lost in their own thoughts.

There was a great hoopla when they returned. They couldn't hide Arya's disheveled state or Luc's injury, although he was groggily coming to. Eric explained that they had been attacked by a rogue brigand and Luc had been knocked unconscious, and his horse had run off in fright. Arya had been so afraid that she had fallen off her horse (which no one would contest because she was a woman, and "hysterics" were expected of women during stressful situations).

The man had run away in fear when Eric drew his gun, and they had ridden back without further mishap. No one questioned the story, and Arya played up the damsel in distress role. She exclaimed loudly about her "nerves" and how she didn't think she could stay a moment longer, she was so distraught. Someone cleaned the blood off Luc and their aunt quickly whisked them back to the carriage and her home in Varus.

Arya had to endure the long ride listening to her aunt proclaim that she had known this would happen, that she was right to discourage Arya's riding. Arya was forced to agree, and Luc spent the ride fitfully napping and groaning loudly about his injury.