Damsel: The Betrayal of Roslyn

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

Ripped Asunder

“Ah! Milady, where have you been!” A flushed looking Celia rushed forward as her mistress entered the upper hallway.

“I have been exploring,” she returned simply, then her eyes lighted with some earnest on the maid. “You look flustered.”

“I could not find you!”

“As if you are tied to me and must follow my footsteps wherever I go?”

“I did not mean it that way, milady. It is just that…” she took a deep breath, then collapsed into her mistress, crying.

“What is the matter, Celia!”

“I am so ashamed!” she sobbed.

“Ashamed, why?” Roslyn pressed, pushing the fair-skinned maid away enough so that she could see her face.

Celia stared around nervously. “Not here, milady.”

Although the corridor was empty, Roslyn ushered the young woman into the privacy of her chambers. They sat facing each other in chairs by the window, a private tête-à-tête between confidents. “Now tell me!” she insisted of her maid, her voice hushed. “What has you so distraught, so ashamed?”

“Oh, milady…” she started as if she were about to cry again, then managed to contain her emotion, “I was as ordered—doing laundry with the other maids—minding my own work, and saying nothing really, when I was, quite suddenly, singled out from the rest and scolded in the most demeaning fashion. I have no idea what I had done wrong. The mistress accused me of not working fast enough, but I know that I was tending to matters with the same care and speed as the other girls. I could hardly believe the accusations.”

“My dear, Celia, you have been known to daydream,” Roslyn said kindly, in an attempt to calm the distraught girl.

“But not this time, I swear to you,” she came back single-mindedly. “I was not in the wrong.”

“Then you should let the matter rest and be more careful when you are under the watch of the laundress; she sounds like an unpleasant woman to me.”

“But how can I let the matter rest, I was not just scolded,” she took a deep breath, her big eyes moistening again, “I was caned on my arse, on my bare arse!”

A look of shock replaced the placating expression on Roslyn’s face. “Is that so?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I did not say that,” she thought a moment, “but I should see your marks.”

Celia wasted no time in rising from her chair, turning her back to her young mistress and raising her skirts. There, plain as day, were at least six, if not more, deep welts in the girl’s ample posterior. Oh, how they shone against the pristine white of her flesh!

“Come closer, girl,” Roslyn ordered. Celia obeyed only to have her mistress graze her hand over the wounds quite deliberately. “They are still hot to the touch.”

“And hot to my senses, too, milady,” she said, sounding as if she were about to break into another sob.

“Hush yourself!” Roslyn stopped short her hysterics.

Celia stood up, trying hard to contain her woe, while Roslyn ran a loving hand over the swollen skin, feeling from that fine flesh a most pleasurable warmth transmitted from the girl to her.

“Does that seem so bad?” she wondered aloud, as the caress became more intense.

“No, milady,” Celia’s breathy voice replied.

Roslyn had to refrain from kissing the injured skin, from wondering how it must have looked to see her maid bent at the waist and taking the kind of rough punishment that would create such blemished flesh.

“I would think if you required punishment that I would have been advised of the need and given the task myself.”

Celia instantly rose up in shock and turned about, devastated that her mistress would say such a thing. “Milad—”

“Shush,” Roslyn quieted her again. “You are old enough to take such things as this. You must realize that our lives cannot be the same halcyon ones that we enjoyed in my father’s house. We will meet with trying situations and we must adapt with a glad heart and put aside our woes, nurture them only in secret.”

The girl looked worried. “Oh, how can it be that we have found ourselves in these circumstances?” She slumped to her knees and rested her head on Roslyn’s knee.

“I believe we must be practical. I have seen things here, observed things. This recent trial tells me much. I don’t know what destiny will befall us, but we must be patient with the present and expect nothing of the future. We must both be strong, Celia.”

To speak this way revived the worried Roslyn after her bout in the dungeon and the conversation with Markus Leeds. At the very least, it was a good show for the suffering young Celia.

Roslyn bent down, taking Celia’s head in her hands and kissed the lovely girl on the mouth. Their lips parted, but only briefly. Then they kissed again. And again and again. Their hands moved toward the other, tentatively at first, but then with ease, and soon, Roslyn moved to her feet and pulled the maid with her to the bed, where with unpracticed but natural effortlessness, they stripped away each other’s clothes. Something hot and stirring gathered in Roslyn’s loins.

Letting her body swoon with pleasure, she again touched Celia’s tender wounds. Her wish was that they were her own wounds, that some harsh demon of a man beat her bottom with pitiless zeal. Brief moments hence, Celia’s hand snaked its way down her mistress’ belly to the pubic ‘V’, where a rush of hot energy poured forth from the enlivened lady. A flood of secretions flowed out over the girl’s hand, while Roslyn’s belly swelled with lust and the kissing, groping, embracing fervor continued. Something ravenous in them both made them clutch tight to the other’s unfamiliar but welcoming flesh.

“Yes, girl!” Roslyn’s cry issued forth, as with dexterous ease, Celia’s hand searched deeper between her mistress’ thighs to the hungering s*x. There she thread her way between the plump folds of her labia and thrummed the tender love bud at the center, learning as she did how that simple act sent her mistress into paroxysms of physical joy. “Yes, yes, yes, girl…” Roslyn vented, “your hand… yes, all over me… yes, your fingers there.” She gasped, lifting her hips to urge the girl on, although Celia needed no encouragement; her fingers slipped into her mistress’ tight quim and wiggled about. A strong spasm rent Roslyn’s belly and she devoured the girl’s face in a rash of insistent, mouth-open kisses. Their tongues searched deep; their wet, hot-blooded passion steaming like a geyser ready to erupt.

“More, yesssss, do that more!” Roslyn hissed while clutching one of Celia’s fair, round breasts and squeezing, only to hear the girl pause a moment in her lovemaking to gasp in heated response. Ever so carefully, Celia’s fingers worked her mistress’ privates, her thumb caressing against her love bud, doubling the rising pleasure. “More, yes, do that more, my sweet!” the lady uttered as her head fell back and her chest rose. The maid’s mouth grabbed on to a pink n****e and sucked, while her fingers continued their ardent play. For several minutes their great need rose in tandem to a precipice where they teetered in wait, again and again rising in ever-crescendoing waves toward some unseen end. A novice in all these matters, the devoted Celia attended to her mistress’s pleasure, sensing, in her naïveté, that a finale was about to break upon them both.

Suddenly, like an arrow shot from a bow, a fiery flame of sensation erupted through Roslyn’s body. She bucked hard against the maid’s driving hand and screamed in a low and earthy wail, “God-in-heaven-forgive-me!” the last distinguishable words, “Aaaaaaaaaa, nughhhhhh. Yes, yes, yessssssssss,” following in a manner quite unladylike.

Celia held her mistress, feeling quite in awe of the rippling naked flesh before her. But before she took the time to ponder the immensity of their love act, she dove into that flesh, kissing the long, white neck and the heaving bosom, biting, sucking, leaving trails of bites down Roslyn’s throat all the way to her navel. The recovering Roslyn finally came up, still breathing raggedly and kissed Celia on the mouth. Then pushing the girl back against the bed, she dove between those ample thighs, letting the fragrance of the maid’s virgin s*x drive her forward into the succulent valley. She tasted the earthy ripeness, what was sour and sweet at the same time. She drank in the divine of her maid’s potent center, finding her mouth riveted on the feel of that pink wet flesh against her tongue. Her fingers found the untried love nest tight and the girl squirmed, moaning in anguish but desiring more.

“Please, milady, have me!” she cried.

“Yes, I shall have you girl, just as you had me.”

But Celia shook her head, “No, more than that!” she begged.

More? Roslyn didn’t understand what the girl meant.

“Trust me, you will rise to a splendid climax, just as I have, sweet girl.” She clutched Celia’s center with her mouth, tasting the flooding juices while her teasing fingers worked the sensitive opening.

“Yes, milady, but take me like a man would do.”

Roslyn came up breathing hard, but amused. “You sweet child, that is beyond my ability to do.”

Celia scooted back and sat up, looking down on her mistress with s*x-flushed eyes. “I want my body rent by you, only you. It can be done. There are ways I’ve learned about—the scullery maids talk of how women can pleasure themselves. Oh, milady, this is how I dream of being made a woman!”

“You do not think of men?”

“I think only of the person I love best, and that is you.”

“But you will soon become some man’s lover. You must save yourself for him.”

Celia shook her head, shuddering…

“What if it is not a lover who claims me first, but some foul and gnarled old man, with horny eyes, and wheezing breath, and half his teeth?”

Roslyn almost laughed at the picture.

“Please, milady, I would rather be rent by a woman in an act of love than by twenty men who care only for their own pleasure. I fear that I will not survive a virgin much longer. The way the groomsmen look at me, the way the scullery maids in this castle talk—a woman’s body is not her own in this place. Your uncle is not the man your father was, protecting the women in his charge.”

“Ah, maybe so. But we were young then in that other castle.”

“Young? It was just days ago, milady, that we were running free about his house, his castle, his grounds, like birds in the wind. Now we are here.” She said this as if it were a death sentence. “Have we grown old in so short a time?”

“Perhaps so. Perhaps we were too sheltered in my father’s house and face now what we were destined to face all along.”

“Please, milady, my body burns with this unwholesome need, but you can make of it something holy.”

“And how would I accomplish such a task without the proper equipment?” Roslyn reminded the girl, still trying not to laugh.

“There are ways. I know there are.”

“Oh, Celia, why this now? Why are you so consumed by this unwise passion?”

“Is my passion any different than yours has been today?”

“And I have been ready to give you pleasure, but you spoiled the mood, I fear.” Roslyn moved off the bed and grabbed for her clothes. “Time to bathe and dress me,” she said, somewhat coldly.

Celia didn’t mind the swift change in plans, although she had her mind fixed. She was sure of her desire now, sure she would persuade her mistress, certain she’d win.

A hollow, forbidding knock suddenly resounded throughout the room. Roslyn looked to Celia a little afraid. Another knock, then the sound of her Uncle’s voice, “I know you are there, Lady Roslyn, I must speak with you.”

“Just a moment, Uncle,” she called, “I shall be right there.”

Roslyn looked directly at Celia, mouthing, “You must hide,” to her maid. “In the wardrobe.” She pointed to the cabinet behind her. Meanwhile, Roslyn gathered her dressing gown from the chair and swiftly covered her body before opening the door to her impatient uncle.

“Ah, see, you are here!” He smiled broadly

As if she weren’t. Such a stupid thing to say!

“I was about to dress and come see you, sir.”

“Oh?” he looked doubtful, gazing toward the bed wonderingly. It looked torn apart.

“I’m afraid I slept long this morning.”

“But you were out early,” he noted.

This did take her off guard.

“Well, yes, I was. But I have been napping since,” she explained. Would he believe her, or catch her lie? Had he heard the sounds of lovemaking with his ear to her door? She studied his face hoping to read his thoughts.

“I see,” he said at last. He seemed to let the matter of the messed bed drop, for he had better things to send Roslyn into a stew.

“I thought I would warn you now that you’ll be leaving here shortly.”