The Surrender of Tudela

The audience shouted out their choices, waving bags of coin. Eldara's face reddened despite herself, remembering the first time she wore these items for her husband. The fishnet garment on the left fetched the best price.

"The Lady Eldara will now be dressed for the occasion. Now, we are all people of manners, so we must let her dress in private!" Alfonso winked. "However, for a certain price I'm sure she will be amenable to letting you watch her preparations."

Two large male servants stepped forward with a large screen made from stained glass; the glass was mostly opaque but still showed the fuzzy figures of humans behind it. The servants moved the screen in front of Eldara. The audience squinted as they saw the fuzzy figures of humans moving behind the screen. Alfonso grinned as the audience listened for the sound of fabric peeling off of Eldara's body. He announced a steep price for the honor of stepping behind the screen. Three lords met the price, and stepped behind the screen to watch.

The rest of the audience watched curiously as they heard Eldara grunting. The fuzzy shape of her thick green dress descended to the floor; the audience saw what appeared to be her bared olive flesh. A flash of brown that could have perhaps been a nipple. Two other figures were circling her; perhaps the slaves dressing her. Ramon was making sounds of taunting approval and encouragement.

And then the screen was removed. The audience gasped. Eldara was kneeling aside Ramon, now clothed in her scanty lingerie. Her flesh was shining in the hall; the slaves had rubbed oil all about her skin. The straps of her clothing indeed barely covered her nipples while showing the full curve of her breasts and her full midriff. A golden collar was placed about her neck. Ramon pulled on it and she stood up, her head bent low, as though not wanting to acknowledge the audience. The skirt-like fabric tied at her waist fell downwards in a triangular manner, concealing her buttocks and feminine parts but was cut deeply, revealing her hips and inner thighs.

"My lords and ladies, behold Eldara, entering her servitude to the Ebro Valley!" Ramon whispered something to her, and she began to slowly turn, offering the audience a full view of her body. The audience murmured approvingly at how much of her skin was bared to them, yet her slave outfit left enough covered to invite temptation.

"We shall now begin bidding on the clothing which Eldara arrived her with. Additionally, should you wish to adorn Eldara with jewelry representing your house, place your bids now!"

The audience began to eagerly bid. One lord purchased the right to place a snake bracelet across Eldara's left wrist. Another a dragon anklet above her right foot. Ramon leaned into her. "My lady, let me offer you a thought." He placed his hand on her lower back, with a seeming gentleness that put alarm in Eldara's face. "I insisted that you would be dressed in your own clothing tonight for good cause. You only wore these clothes for your lord husband." Ramon's hand tracked downwards. He caressed the fabric at her buttocks. "He told us about the things you did for him. Wild things. I couldn't believe his words."

Eldara's head spun. "You lie," she spat out, losing her composure before she could stop herself. Ramon pulled Eldara sharply by the neck. His thumb dug into her lower back. Her body tensed up again like a bowstring.

"Your husband also described the orders given to the knights of Tudela. Your orders, were they not? About how your knights were to treat the people of surrendering towns?" He kissed her neck and his hand slid under her skirt, grazing her panties. "Consider my mercy towards you, Eldara. And behave accordingly." Ramon stepped away and Eldara fell to her knees again.

Alfonso clapped his hands. "Dear nobles, we now offer you a chance to view our prize up close before..." He smirked at Eldara. "Before her service begins in earnest." One male servant brusquely pulled her to her feet. Another threw a heavy rope over one of the rafters over Eldara, and bound her hands together with the other end. Her hands were pulled upwards, stretching her into an uncomfortable standing position.

Buyers began to take the stage. At first they merely circled her with some silence, as though she was a statue from Roman times, none making a move to touch her. Then one woman giggled to her husband, pointing at her. "Look at that mark under her left tit," she sniggered. "Do you think she was fucking one of her servants while her husband was locked up?" The man laughed heartily.

From there, the insults directed at her picked up fire. One man made kissing noises at her. Another man made a pumping gesture at his groin, causing his wife to laugh. Eldara pretended as though she was a deaf statue through it, as one woman remarked about Eldara's "flat ass." One man chortled about hairs above Eldara's upper lip. "Perhaps she let herself go after she heard her husband was enjoying his stay away from her?" his wife laughed.

The mention of her husband caused Eldara's face to tremble with anger; the onlookers noticed and pressed onwards. "Do you think her husband fucks her from the back or the front?" "The back of course, who would want to be looking at that face?" Laughs and jeers. Eldara's face fell slightly; the audience could tell she was fighting to hold her composure.

Alfonso called the audience to take their seats. One woman remained standing in front of Eldara; a woman of less than remarkable beauty but with piercing eyes nonetheless. "My lords and ladies, before us stands Lady Sayda. Formerly a servant of the house of Tudela."

Eldara's face rose. The Lady Sayda looked at her impassively. "Do you recognize me, Lady Eldara? I was a chambermaid of your lord husband's uncle." Eldara's face showed no recognition. Sayda sighed. "Let me show you how the House of Tudela treated me."

Sayda began to undo her dress and pulled it down. The audience murmured as they saw the Lady Sayda now dressed in a leather black corset, a leather skirt and black boots. But then they, and Eldara, saw the marks all over Sayda's body. Deep scars left from scratch marks across her shoulders. A dulled whip mark across Sayda's thighs. Sayda lifted her skirt, and Eldara could see more scratches across her upper thigh.

She nodded towards Lord Ramon, who lifted his glass to her. "Lord Ramon freed me, and many others like me, Eldara. But not just that, he gave me the great honor of presiding over the commencement of your servitude." She took a step forward. "How does it make you feel, Eldara? That I now stand here, and you stand there?"

The audience could see Eldara weighing her words as the foreboding, leather-bound Sayda stepped towards her. "I..." Eldara stammered. "I pray that if injustice was done to you, you would not seek to inflict the same injustice in your freedom."

Sayda smiled. "What is justice if not tyranny brought low, I ask?" She looked to Alfonso.

"My lady Sayda," he announced. "The silent bid gives you the right of the first kiss."

Sayda grinned and pulled Eldara's head towards her. Sayda took a deep breath and locked her lips onto Eldara's. Eldara, in her shock, forgot to breathe as Sayda's tongue entered her mouth. Sayda placed a strong hand on the back of Eldara's head, locking her into place. The audience could see Sayda's eyes open, full of intent as her mouth sucked at Eldara's. Eldara's eyes were transfixed in shock.

And then the audience began to guffaw as they saw Eldara pull at her ropes, trying to get away. Sayda was refusing to let Eldara take a breath, holding her head in place. Eldara began to whine in protest as Sayda's strong arm held her in place. And then Sayda pushed her away roughly. Eldara gasped for air like a fish, a bit of saliva stuck to her lip. Sayda bowed her head to the audience as they applauded.

"Feel her tit!" one audience member yelled out, tossing coin to Alfonso. Sayda positioned herself behind Eldara and began to massage the underside of Eldara's left breast with her fingertips, dangerously close to the straps covering her nipple. Eldara's face was still red from catching her breath, and was now reddening from her embarrassment at a woman touching her this way and... and kissing her that way!

"Suck at her neck!" another audience member called. Sayda pushed Eldara's head to one side, and like a vampire, began to suck at her neck noisily. Before long the audience could see her neck reddening where Sayda's lips had met her skin.

"Slap her ass!" Sayda grinned, and with a firm palm, struck at Eldara's buttocks. Even through her skirt and her panties, Eldara could feel the blow. The audience laughed as Eldara yelped.

"Feel her pussy!" One woman called out. "Is she wet?" Eldara's eyes widened at the suggestion. Sayda raised her eyebrows suggestively at her. "The Lord Ramon demanded that Lady Eldara's modesty be defended," Sayda said to the audience. "However, by the laws of chivalry I believe I can feel her panties!"

Sayda pulled Eldara towards her and reached under her skirt. "I cannot inflict the same injustice upon you, my lady," Sayda whispered into her ear. Sayda pressed two fingers against Eldara's panties and pressed insistently. Eldara bit her lip from the sensation. "I cannot because I lived for ten years under constant humiliation. You shall live as such but 30 days, and I promise it will be in relative pleasant circumstances compared to my own." Sayda licked at Eldara's neck and then pulled away.

Sayda held up her fingers. "The river begins to flow!" she announced. The audience cheered and guffawed. Eldara bit her tongue to keep tears back. It was a filthy lie, and only she knew it. Sayda looked back to her and sucked at her finger, as though acknowledging the lie.

Alfonso clapped his hands. The door to the main hall was opened and in strode five men, each of different shapes and sizes but all of their faces bearing the marks of battle. The audience bowed their heads respectfully as they made their way to the dais. Ramon saluted them by placing his hands on his heart.

"My good warriors, you honor me with your presence here today. And today I hope to honor you. Please, come forth onto the dais."

Eldara watched the five warriors warily as they made their way onto the dais. They took positions in a semicircle, with Eldara in the center. Though they were at a distance, Eldara watched them with unease. For their part, they barely acknowledged her, staring forward with martial discipline.

Alfonso extended his hands towards the soldiers. "My good sirs, you have each been nominated by your lords to join us here today; they paid no small penny to include you in tonight's festivities. You each know your part to play." He looked down to Eldara. "However, the lovely lady of Tudela does not."

Alfonso looked to her. "My lady Eldara, your service to the Ebro Valley is not merely beginning. It is to be consummated."

The audience roared in laughter as Eldara's heart began to pound. It was only an hour prior that she had walked into the hall a princess. And now... she couldn't even bring herself to look at the men behind her.

"However," Alfonso continued. "We are nothing if not respectful here in the Ebro Valley. And with our great love for you we offer you a mighty privilege. You shall get to choose your partner!"

The audience applauded. Eldara was sweating rivulets, causing her already-oily body to shine even more. She clenched her thighs together, perhaps out of some protective instinct. Alfonso pulled out an hourglass. "However, choose fast, my love. Otherwise Lady Sayda shall pick for you."

Lady Sayda pressed her cheek to Eldara's. With one hand she turned Eldara's face towards the men. "Who do you think is the gentlest lover of them, my lady?" she whispered. "Could it be him? Or him?" Eldara's breath was shallow and panicked. Sayda dug the knife in further. "Who do you think has the largest cock of them?" Sayda tsked. "You're such a small thing compared to them, after all."

Eldara was frozen into place. The audience watched the hourglass nearly exhausted. "My lady, who do you choose?" Eldara shut her eyes and pointed.

It was a short, stocky man with his head shaved bald and a thick, greasy beard. "She has chosen Manuel of Braga!" Alfonso announced. The audience applauded. "A wonderful choice!"

He began to remove his armor, which thudded to the ground. He eyed Eldara impassively but with great intent, as though Eldara was strategic ground that needed to be captured. She couldn't help put look away from his glare. One of Ramon's slaves knelt and unlaced his pants. Eldara's heart sped as the slave pulled his pants down.

His pants slid past his member. Despite herself, Eldara gasped in shock. It was gargantuan, unlike anything Eldara had seen. The audience murmured in amazement, some ladies giggling to each other and pointing. It hung flaccid yet many inches long, ringed by a thick bush of curly hair.

Sayda's arm slid around Eldara's waist, as though they were close friends admiring a pleasant view. "Manuel is the most well-endowed of them all," she said. "Incredible, is it not?"

Ramon's slave took his member in her hand and began to stroke it. It twitched to life. Eldara watched transfixed as it began to grow.

"You are thinking of fleeing, are you not? Reneging on your duties, damning the peace? Remember, my love, your husband's safety depends on you. Also remember that you are to be returned 'sound of body' to Tudela. I never had such luxury."

The warrior's cock was now partially erect as the slave took his cock into her mouth. He barely acknowledged it, still glaring at Eldara. Sayda reached up to the rope binding Eldara and gave it a pull. She collapsed to her knees, but made no motion to jump up and escape. She watched the warrior's cock growing firmer and longer by the second.

"It will soon be inside you, Eldara," Sayda whispered after kneeling down. "Imagine it filling you. Inconceivable, no?" Eldara bit her lip. "I offer one piece of advice. Make yourself ready for him."

Sayda gestured suggestively with her fingers. Eldara looked at them with a face full of resignation, knowing that there was malicious wisdom in her words. She looked back at the warrior as his cock was now halfway erect. There wasn't much time. Eldara took as deep a breath as she could muster and began to insert her hand into her panties.

She winced as the audience roared and clapped at the sight of her masturbating; she was thankful for the small grace that they could only see her hand moving underneath her skirt. Sayda kissed her cheek. "Push a little and you find out what a person is truly capable of." Eldara's fingers worked faster under her panties. She breathed in deep, trying to steady herself. "What they are under all the honor and titles." Sayda gestured to two male servants. Eldara watched them bringing the white glass screen back onto the stage...

Ten minutes later the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air. PHUT, PHUT, PHUT. With every slap, a small, muffled grunt, barely imperceptible against the sound of meat meeting meat. The sounds were regular, as though like a soldier marching with a steady cadence. PHUT, PHUT, PHUT. The audience watched from their seats as flesh moved behind the screen. They could make out one figure on the floor, arms stretched towards the ground, and what appeared to be brown hair flying with every slap of flesh. And a larger figure standing behind. The audience was quiet, almost reverent, listening to the sounds.

No more than eight nobles were able to afford the steep price of stepping behind the screen to watch the sight. Most were women. One lady watched Manuel of Braga's back muscles flexing and relaxing. Another watched his hips moving like a hammer, back and forth. Another watched his hands, digging into Eldara's soft olive hips. Another watched the jewelry on Eldara's body swinging with every thrust. Another watched Eldara's face, red and clenched tight. A vein was showing in her neck; with every thrust her white lips would tighten, as though making an effort to stifle something. All the while his pelvis continued to hammer her buttocks. PHUT, PHUT, PHUT.

The slaves had stripped Braga's clothes from him after he was fully erect. Eldara could see he was a barrel of a man, huge and muscled from head to toe. As she masturbated she whispered a curse to herself for picking so poorly. And then he stepped forward. Despite her pledge to Ramon, she instinctively fell backwards to try and get away from him. Sayda and the slaves smirked at her, and she felt even smaller and foolish than before.

The nobles who had paid for their admission for this performance were stepping behind the screen. They were greeted with the sight of Eldara shrinking before the muscled warrior, his erect member standing at attention. Sayda addressed them. "You have the honor of seeing Eldara perform her first great deed. And now we honor Manuel of Braga, who shall be the first man to know Eldara, besides her husband. Or so we presume." Sayda grinned. "My knight, what do you wish of Eldara? Shall she be naked before you?"

Manuel glared at her. He spoke, in a low rumble, commanding Eldara to stand. "Do you love your husband, Eldara?"

Eldara looked up. Her eyes suggested wondered for a moment if there was any sympathy to be found in this warrior. "I do, sir knight."

Manuel nodded. "So did all of the women of Ebro that were defiled by your knights. For the love that you have for your husband, you shall continue to wear this...outfit that pleased him so." Eldara's head fell. "But we shall still need to proceed with your deed. Remove your loincloth."

The crowd watched split between watching Manuel's face and Eldara. She took a deep breath, perhaps remembering her pledge and her cause. She latched her thumbs into her loincloth and pulled down, drawing them past her knees. Her skirt fabric still concealed her feminine parts as she stepped out of her loincloth. Manuel gestured with an open hand. She stood as far away from him as possible before handing her loincloth to him. She dared not look down towards his erection.

Manuel smelled her loincloth. "You are wet, my lady." She blushed. "Did you think of your husband?" Eldara looked away and said nothing. Manuel smirked. "Perhaps you did. The thought of him may sustain you for a time." His eyes darkened. "On your knees, Eldara."

She looked once to Sayda, and then gingerly dropped to her knees, sitting back onto her heels. Manuel touched her shoulder. His erection now stood within eyesight, inches from her face, twitching with every step. He began to circle her. She stared straight ahead, not daring to look at his member, perhaps hoping with every second that he would lose interest. Eldara's eyes looked quickly towards the doors at the back of the hall. Sayda wondered if, even at this moment, she believed rescue was coming.

The thought was ejected from her mind as Manuel's heavy hand shoved the small of her back. She fell forward sprawling onto the floor, barely catching herself with her elbows. And then Manuel grabbed her hips firmly with her hand. Her head was thrown backwards as he pulled back on her hips, drawing her onto all fours. He threw aside the fabric covering Eldara's buttocks. Eldara's eyes were caught in whiplash as the audience watched Manuel grab his cock with one hand and pull Eldara's body backwards with the other.

Guillermo had always entered her with the greatest delicacy, pausing for every discomfort, reading her eyes the whole time. Eldara's face was the picture of shock as Manuel pushed himself forward with a single thrust. Despite herself, she let out a high-pitched gasp. Her knees nearly buckled from the shock of being impaled on his meat, but his hands digging into her hips refused to let her fall.