More Medieval Mistress By Montrose The Duchess Tatyana discourages an invader Gert struggled in his bonds. The big woman would be back soon. The small girl with the insanely cheerful smile given the surroundings, kept silent watch over him from near the blazing forge. To one side of her was a great mastiff - a drooling monster of a dog chained to the wall. A clank of metal told him that the big woman had removed her breast plate in another chamber. More clanks suggested she was removing her grieves and other armor. When she stepped back into the stone walled dungeon room with him and the girl, the big woman was wearing a black dress slit up the sides to her waist, tall black boots, and shaking her long blonde hair out now that it was free of her helmet. She looked so fresh and he felt so foul, in bonds before her. "Release me!" he snarled, trying to look as fierce as the leader of a marauding horde aught. "Gwendolyn?" said the big woman - the first word he had heard her speak. Her voice was steady and low. "Yes, Duchess?" The small girl by the forge curtsied prettily. Her voice rang against the stone like a bird's chirp. Her black hair fell in ringlets down her slender back. "Run a hot poker up this man rectum. I wish to have his full attention." "As you wish my Mistress." Gwendolyn lifted a glowing poker from the white hot coals of the forge. She grinned gleefully as she walked around behind Gert. "WHAT?" Gert struggled to turn. He lie belly down, strapped over a solid block of granite, cut with grooves to let blood drain. His arms were bound in iron clamps by either side of his head. His legs were spread and tied to iron bolts in the stone floor. An elephant could not work free from such restraints. "Don't! STOP! I'm listening! We can bargain.. AAAAAAHHH!" His world cascaded into showering sparks of pain and sickness. The girl worked the poker deep, leaving it to sizzle for a while, then yanked it out fast with both hands. "AAAAAHHHH!" Skin had adhered to the iron and snapped free. The Duchess turned a chair and sat in it, legs spread on either side of the back and gazed into Gert's red watery eyes. She pulled his head up by his hair and then dropped it. "Do you know who I am?" she asked. "Th-th-th-th-the D-d-d-d-duchesss," Gert gasped. "He only heard me call you that. Shall I give him another?" Gwendolyn asked. "Please?" The Duchess waved her away as Gert jerked and whimpered. "Do you know my name?" the Duchess asked patiently, admiring her nails. Gert wished that he did. He considered making up a few likely names. "You invade my land, and you don't even know who I am? I find that insulting - almost as insulting as you bringing only fifty men with you to do the job." "Where are they?" Gert hoped they were plotting his rescue. He wondered how she had managed so accurate a count. "Gwendolyn, dear, how many did you take down with your long bow?" "Twenty-eight," the girl answered proudly. "And while you kept them pinned and busy I cut the throats of thirteen with my knife before they knew I was among them. That left only nine for my sword. Fifty by my reckoning. How about you, sir?" "All?" he gasped. "Burned in a big pit and buried," Gwendolyn informed him. "All dead?" "With some bits fed to the pigs," Gwendolyn continued. "Sadly, yes." The Duchess sighed. "I had hoped to keep a few alive as sparing practice for Gwyn, but they were stubborn." She patted her prisoner on the face. "You are the only one to survive, and only because I have questions." "Dead?" "I believe we have established that. Try to keep up, sir. Now, introductions are in order. I am the Duchess Tatyana, keeper of this land at the mouth of my Majesty's kingdom. And you sir, are?" "Gert." His own name used to strike fear in the hearts of men. Now it sounded like a goat fart leaving his throat. "Gert. So please to make your acquaintance," said Tatyana. "Now tell me, Gert, who sent you? Who may I invade with full justification after this little insult?" "No one sends me." His mind raced. How could he get out of this? He had been in dire straits before. Why hadn't he been content with the riches he had already plundered? "Gwyn?" "Mistress?" The Duchess wiggled her fingers. The girl smiled and picked up a wicked looking blade, serrated and two feet long - heavy but the girl held it well. She approached Gert from the side. "What are you doing? Get away from me!" "You're not afraid of this wisp of a girl, are you, Gert?" asked Tatyana. Gwyn placed the blade on his left wrist and pulled back. Blood flowed freely as it sank deep, twanging through small bones and tendons. "No! AAAAHHH! Nobody sent me I swear! STOP!" Gwendolyn sawed away. Blood dripped from the table. Gwen picked up Gert's severed hand. She showed it to the Duchess. The Duchess nodded toward the dog and Gwyn flipped the hand to him. The dog snapped it up in three bites, licking the floor where it had landed. "Staunch the wound, dear. Mustn't let our guest leave too soon." "Yes, Mistress." Gwendolyn pulled a long, flat piece of iron from the hot coals and placed it against the bleeding stomp of Gert's arm. Smoke lifted as skin and meat sizzled. The Duchess waited patiently. Gert passed out. * * * Gert awoke, still tied to the granite, but the Duchess was gone. Only little Gwendolyn remained. Even the dog was not present. The girl slept on a chair near the forge, which was still hot but no longer blazing. Gert struggled quietly against his bonds. Perhaps he could get his left arm out with the hand gone... but the arm was swollen and would not budge. "Would you like some water?" asked the girl. Gert froze. "Aye," he replied guardedly. Gwendolyn lifted a stick from a bucket. On the end was a dripping wet grey rag. She shoved it into Gert's mouth for him to suck on. It tasted like a floor mop, but he sucked it dry. "You could set me free, girl," Gert said softly in case the Duchess was near. "Yes," Gwendolyn replied. "I could. No trouble at all." Hope lifted in Gert's chest. "Yes! And I have treasure stashed away. Mounds of it. I'll split it fair with you!" Gwendolyn's eyes grew big. "Mounds of treasure? Split 50-50?" Gert nodded. "Just see to these straps, Dear and we'll be off." "Do you think I'm pretty?" Gwendolyn asked. "What?" Gert eyed the girl. "Well, of course! By all the god's child, you're a vision from heaven. Now, off with the accursed bonds!" "What about my bottom? Is it nice?" She turned and raised her dress in back, exposing a white little tosh, quite pleasing under other circumstances. One of the finest in his years. Gert gulped. This was going to take some doing - he had loved and betrayed more worldly women than this snip. If it took turning her head to make her turn the key, so be it. "Oh, that bottom is a pearl among rumps, my dear. Simply delectable." Gwendolyn giggled. "Delectable? Does that mean you would like a taste of it?" "By my sword, yes," Gert said in earnest. "But later... after you..." Gwendolyn stuffed her butt in his face, kneeling on the granite block. "Lick it then," she giggled. "Lick it good. Stick your tongue up my bum! I love a good licking." Gert rolled his long tongue all around her smooth flesh, from bung hole to pie. Gwendolyn bent forward and gave him free access to her groin, moaning like a cat as he worked. "Did you really attack without orders from someone, Gerty?" she asked breathlessly. "I take orders from no one my sweet tart," he snarled up her bum. She was quite yummy. He would enjoy raping her once he was free. And it would be rape - he would make sure of that. "No plot, then? Just you and your big manly horde?" Gwendolyn rubbed her clam on his nose. "Just me now, Miss. Nobody but us to spend my loot. All for you my love." He was beginning to see it as a fine life. What could go wrong with having a sweet young wench who's handy with a bow when you've lost a hand of your own? Gwendolyn came twice before a deeper voice broke in. "Having fun, Gwyn?" Gwendolyn hopped to her feet. "Yes, Mistress." She smoothed her dress and stood at attention. "What have you learned?" Gwendolyn reported. "He speaks the truth from what I can tell. He acted on his own hoping to find a weak frontier." "Did he now?" the Duchess sat in the chair and crossed her long legs. "How off the mark can he be? Stoke the forge, Gwyn. We have work to do." "Yes Mistress." Gwendolyn pumped the billows and the coals glowed. "No!" Gert snarled, his face wet with Gwendolyn's cum. "Let me go! I beg of you!" "Not quite yet, Sir," said the Duchess. She pulled a knife from her belt and stood over him. "I need to make a deeper impression upon you." With that, she ran her blade from his left shoulder down to the cut stomp. His entire arm opened like a demon's mouth. "Be quick with the hot iron, dear." The Duchess sliced a long piece of muscle from his arm and threw it onto the grid above the coals. It sizzled. She sliced off another and did the same. Then she hacked down hard, severing what was left of Gert's arm just below his shoulder. She threw that into a corner where the dog had been. A snack for later perhaps. Gwendolyn applied the hot iron quickly to stop the blood. All this time Gert had been screaming, but no sound came out except air. He was beyond horror. The only thing that kept him from passing out again was the hot burst of pain from Gwendolyn's flat iron, stopping the flow of blood once more. He watched through rolling eyes as Gwendolyn flipped the meat from his arm on the grid and tended to it - cooking it. Sprinkling seasonings. He watched as servants set up a lovely table and Gwendolyn and the Duchess ate his cooked flesh accompanied by a round loaf of bread, steamed asparagus and red wine. They seemed to savor each juicy bite. "I believe," said Gwendolyn near the end of their meal, "that his legs would be more tender, and yet supply succulent meat." Gert cried. "I have fallen in with cannibals!" The Duchess shook her head. "I need him to be able to ride and show others what happens when they cross my path." She finished the last piece from his flesh on her plate and washed it down with a new glass of wine. "Do what you will with him, Gwyn - enjoy yourself - but have him healthy and at the west boarder marker in seven days." The great lady stood and left. Gwendolyn smiled and pulled up her dress. "We only have a week, Gert. And you need to tell me where your treasure is before I let you go." She sat up on the granite block and slid her quim up to his face. "Never!" He spat on her clam. She clamped her legs on his skull and squeezed. "I was hoping you would say that." He could feel the bones of his skull adjust under the pressure. It felt like his brain would pop out of his eyes. "Mercy! Mercy!" he called into her tight muff. "The location?" Her voice was patient and sweet. She amped up the pressure even more. "Please! Please don't crush my skull!" "You be a good little marauder and I won't have to. Now, where is the treasure?" In gasps, eyes red with blood, he told her. "Take it all! Let me live!" She let up. "If you insist. I'm sure I can find some use for your wealth." She took a key from a chain around her neck. It slid warm from her cleavage. Then she turned it in the bonds at Gert's arms. She slid down his back and released his legs. "Sleep for now. Tomorrow, when you are better, we will see what kind of man you are." She left. Gert tried to stand and swooned into oblivion. * * * When he woke up, the girl was standing over him. "You told me the truth about your treasure," she said. "So I am inclined to show you mercy." "You took it all?" "Of course," she said as she lowered her muff onto his face. "A girl has to look out for herself you know." Rage fueled Gert to use his one good arm and throw the girl off of him. He staggered up and ran at her as she landed on her ear. This slip of nothing would die at his hands! From all fours, Gwendolyn raised a foot and donkey kicked Gert in his belly. Gert staggered back against the stone. She stood, smiling and waved him on. He charged. Gwendolyn leaped and caught his neck in her thighs, flipping him down head first into the floor, strangling him. He clawed at her hard legs. Gwendolyn laughed and twisted the fingers of one of his hands until he cried out. "I'm so glad you have some fight left," she said. "Pathetic, but at least you're trying." Here, I'll give you another chance. This is the mercy I mentioned." With that she stood, letting him go. Gert coughed and rolled on the floor for a while until he could stand. Gwendolyn was waiting. She was less than half his size! How could she be so strong? He faked a kick to her middle and instead landed a hard fist to her jaw. The girl flew back into the wall, groggy, shaking her little head. Gert pressed his advantage, running at her and crushing her into the wall with his thick back. He felt her air rush out. "This is more like it," he growled. Gwendolyn's arms wrapped around his neck. To Gert's horror, she was laughing. She choked him hard with arms like iron bands. He tried pounding her against the wall, but she laughed all the more. The room spun and he fell to his knees. Gwendolyn shifted her hold to a standing scissors, slapping at his purple face. "Even if you still had two arms I would beat you, you stupid man," she cooed. "Do you want to collect more bruises, or are you ready to give up and lick my pussy?" He tapped her arm. "Give," he gasped. "What was that?" "Give... up... me..." each word was a struggle to get passed her solid thighs. "All right then." Gwendolyn let him fall to the floor. She pushed him onto his back with her foot and settled on his face. "Get to work." Gert, sacker of kingdoms, slayer of armies, slid his tongue up Gwendolyn's young cunt. * * * It was a soft autumn morning. Gwendolyn walked Gert on a lead from her left hand and his horse from the other. "The time has come, my pet," said Gwendolyn. She turned and leaned against a large rock. The west boarder marker. "Yes Mistress. I thank you for my freedom." Gert sank to his knees before her. "Don't thank me," Gwendolyn sniffed. "I would have consumed you and given the bones to my puppy Mauler." "Is he ready to ride?" The Duchess pulled up on a noble steed, scattering loam onto Gert. "Yes, my Mistress," Gwendolyn stood at attention, her pert chest held out, back straight. Tatyana slid easily from her mount and petted Gert's hair. "I need one more hours of your time, sir," she purred. With that, she flung him belly down over the big rock and ripped open the seat of his pants. She pulled aside the front of her slit dress revealing a leather device strapped to her groin. To this she fitted a long dark shaft as if to resemble the male member - but a member of prodigious girth and length. "Oh dear god," moaned Gert. Gwendolyn walked to his front and held his shoulders down by sitting on them facing her Mistress. Tatyana stepped up behind him and pressed her advantage, slowly pushing her shaft deep into Gert's destroyed bottom. She started slowly, but picked up the pace until she was working feverishly, slamming harder and faster into her simpering captive. Gwendolyn giggled. The ladies kissed and fondled each other over the top of him. After the sun had moved passed midday, the great lady slowed to more of a trot. She lifted Gwendolyn and set her lightly to one side. "Do you feel inclined to try another assault on my property, little man?" she asked. "NO Mistress," Gert whimpered. "Not even with 500 men next time?" "Never!" "A thousand?" "I shall never return, I swear!" "Well blast. I have an army at my disposal. It would be a shame to see it go to waste. For your pitiful little band I used only my handmaiden. But for an invasion of say... ten thousand, or ten times that... I might be convinced to treat it as an actual threat." She unhitched the shaft from her harness, leaving it inside of him and stepped away. "Are you sure you won't change your mind?" "I could never, Mistress. I haven't the nerve." Gert slumped on the rock. "I am broken. Undone." "Very well," the Duchess Tatyana sighed. "Spread the word then. A serious challenge would be most welcome from some greater man than you." "As you wish, Mistress." Gert quaked "Anything." Tatyana lifted Gert bodily and plunked him onto his horse, which caused him boundless pain. She tied his one hand to the saddle and slapped the beast on the ass. It darted into the weeds and away. The ladies put their arms around each other and watched him go. "He left with your..." Gwendolyn made to stroke an invisible, massive shaft between her legs, and sighed. "I have another." The Duchess patted her handmaiden's bottom. "Come back with me and I will show you how it is used." "YES Mistress!"