Erotic Dilemmas: 5> Medieval ambush
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Having ambushed a coach carrying a princess and her handmaiden, both of who had changed clothes just in case, their captor takes the handmaiden back to the palace for ransom, while leaving two of her guards to have their way with the other.

"Not long to go now, m'lady," the coach driver replied, and for the umpteenth time, when the Princess Jessica Davenport enquired of him as to how many miles it was until they reached the frontier and safety.

Earlier in the day, the Kushite's had laid siege to her father's castle. Fearing the worst for his daughter when they crashed through the main gate, the King instructed his daughter, the Princess Jessica Davenport, accompanied by her handmaiden and four cavalry soldiers, to board the coach and sneak out by a secret exit.

The company had only gone but another mile further, when the zing of crossbow bolts filled the air. They'd been discovered. The horsemen fell immediately and the small party was set upon by Gabriel, the daughter of the Kushite's leader. Her long black flowing hair swayed in the low breeze as she swished her curved sword and dispatched the drivers.

"So, the King's daughter," she exclaimed, with a sardonic smile and tone. "You'll make a handsome ransom," she chuckled, only to inadvertently pull her out of the coach. Unbeknownst to Gabriel, and fearing such an attack, both the Princess and her handmaiden had switched their clothes shortly after making good their escape.

Having handed the real prize to two of her men, Gabriel left them to have their way with the woman she assumed was the handmaiden while she, with her other two escorts driving the coach, accompanied not the princess but the handmaiden back to her father's castle.

"You, come with us," Kurt, who was mean, big and tall, told her, while the other one, Trus, prompted Jessica to get a move on with the point of his sword.

The Princess, quite understandably, wasn't used to walking. In fact, she was more used to being waited on hand and foot. All the same, she had an astute mind. She regarded men as weak; look at her father. Rather than marry her to the eldest son of the Kushite's, thereby avoiding any more such squabbles, he chose to pair her with the weak heir to King Roderick's throne.

Instead of either of those, however, she was on her way to no doubt be debauched by two Kushite warriors; big ones at that. Neither of them was in the slightest bit aware as to who she really was. That gave Jessica an edge. She had long since lost her virginity. So, by placating Gabriel's men, they would, the Princess hoped, let her go - wouldn't they...!

"What did your mistress mean?" she enquired, innocently.

"You'll see, just keep moving, heh, heh," laughed Trus, urging the would be handmaiden to get a move on.

Not long afterwards, Kurt grunted for them to halt. "Here will do." Having indicated something to Trus, they gathered up her cheap dress and soon pulled it over Jessica's head and off.

No bodice, one befitting a woman of such high regard. Instead, her blonde pussy, which was vaguely peppered with a dew-like moisture shone in the sunlight while her shapely tits looked altogether awesome and her nipples almost hard.

"Will you look at this," exclaimed Kurt, inviting Trus to see.

For the next several minutes they looked her over. Jessica's body, far from being in keeping with that of a handmaiden's, was immaculate. It glowed, almost, as did her golden locks; both. Meanwhile, and as they took in her refined beauty, there were strains in their leather leggings. A cheap armour, one that bulged as their hard-ons became harder and their equal lust stirred even more.

"Surely, you're not. I'm just a handmaiden," Princess Jessica appealed, suggesting the bigger prize had escaped them, when, in fact, it was actually stood naked before them, her body, more so than that of her mind, just as lustful.

"Nice ass and tits," remarked Trus, as he began disrobing followed by Kurt.

Moments later, the Princess found herself knelt on the vaguely warm grass. She had a hand around a cock while she took it in turn to lick and suck each one; her head bobbing up and down with compelling voracity.

"Oh, she's good, and she does it quite well," Trus commended Jessica on her oral skills, her warm moist lips all the way down his length while she slathered her tongue around his firm warm shaft.

Soon moving across to Kurt, he grabbed her long curly blonde hair. Then, when she consumed his thick length, he urged her all the way down - his cockhead round and bulbous as it throbbed in her throat.

That, in fact, none of what they were doing was indicative of what her mother, the Queen, had told the young woman about sex. All the same, it sent sensations of pleasure spiralling through her young body, especially when her nipples were rolled, squeezed and eventually pulled. Not like milking a cow or goat, mind, but pulled; rather hard, in fact.

"Oh, oh my, what, what are you, yes, more, urghm," she mumbled, any more words muffled by that of Kurt's weapon, his cock, once more plundering the assumed wench's mouth and throat.

They were certainly determined to take their time with the slut as they saw her. Surely they wouldn't think that of a Princess. Mind you, she was entertaining the pair of them and quite decadently with it.

Back on the coach, however, Gabriel had come onto Sarah, assuming that she was the Princess. When she eventually raised the woman's dress and drew down her panties, the daughter of the Kushite's leader realised their ruse.

She immediately called a halt to the carriage, which subsequently stopped. Climbing down from the coach, Gabriel quickly mounted her horse. She then, with the coach following behind at a steady pace, rode back to where they had just come from.

Presently closing in on the ménage, which had only progressed to that of the Kushite brigands switching on the Princess Jessica, Gabriel called out "Halt!" to the two men, just as Kurt was about to take Jessica's maidenhead while Trus sucked on one tit and mauled the other.

Upon hearing her cry, a voice he was only too familiar with, he stopped and intoned: "Huh."

"She's the Princess," the warrior girl exclaimed, immediately dismounting her white steed and kicking Kurt out of the way before he debauched her, little knowing that the slut had been defiled long ago.

With the coach returned and the Princess once more attired in her own clothes, the two soldiers were left with their intended prize, a right slut if there ever was one, noticeable by Sarah's smile when she caught sight of the soldier's more than impressive weapons and the way that she licked her lips in gratitude.

"My, they're big!" she crooned, having been left alone with them - naked - her crumpled clothes on the floor where the two men had earlier left them. Pretty soon she was knelt in front of them, sucking and stroking their dicks and generally giving them immense pleasure when she took each one into her throat.

With the coach once more underway and back on course, it wasn't long before Gabriel was inspecting the goods.

"You liked my soldiers, then," she intoned, her fingers soon feeling the warm wet fire that was blazing inside the Princess' furnace. It was noticeably hot; it was also devoid of a hymen.

"Did they do this to you? I'll have their heads," Gabriel exclaimed, before once more going to halt the coach.

"No, of course, not. My father, the King, knows nothing of my lack of virtue. They were enjoyable, though," Jessica added, before inviting Gabriel to continue; once the Princess had removed her restrictive clothing.

Back with the two soldiers, Sarah had drunk Kurt's offering and was getting to grips with having Trus give her a mouthful of his creamy essence as well. Kurt, she couldn't help but notice, and with much glee and desire, was still hard, and he soon had the wench knelt up on all fours.

"Oh my," Sarah exclaimed, feeling more than fearing that the mighty Kurt, well-named considering the size of his weapon, was about to infiltrate her pussy.

"Oh my, yes," the wench sighed, when she felt his warm breath followed by that of his warm wet tongue where she had expected the turgid head of his cock; Kurt prising her ass cheeks open to better get at the slut's wet pussy.

"Hur-urmn," Sarah moaned her continued pleasure, as she returned to sucking up and down Trus' long length, which she again encased in her throat. He was notably far from eager or ready to cum for her, which suited Jessica's handmaiden quite well with what the other one of Gabriel's soldiers was amiably doing; not just to her pussy but her whole body.

Being the slut that she was, Sarah had never ever had her pussy attended to, not until then that is. Consequently, a fire was slowly smouldering in her very core, one that grew and grew as the trio continued; Trus kneading her firm voluptuous tits and managing to roll her nipples while Kurt flicked his tongue around her anus and stroked Sarah's nubbin.

"Hurmn, hurmn," she let out a muffled cry, when her body was shocked and rocked by a first ever climax and orgasm. Sarah's body was still undulating, her mouth all the way down Trus's length, when Kurt slid his fingers, all of them, down to the bridge of his thick thumb into her warm wetness before manoeuvring them inside her so that his thumb was able to agitate her clit.

Admittedly, Sarah's almost firm stalk was somewhat covered and lost in the dark forest of her wiry black pubes, however, another wench that Kurt had enjoyed responded with equal delight when he stroked her there.

"Oh yes, more, please," she urged him, taking a break from sucking Trus' length to both stroke and lick his long firm shaft and lick and suck his cum filled balls.

Having once more made the wench cum, Kurt moved up behind her and soon introduced his thick length to Sarah's slack pussy, which he thrust, full length, deep inside her well-used sex. In doing so, she seemed to gobble it up. Kurt's brute force thrusts had certainly awoken even more pleasures inside her, causing the very walls of the handmaiden's vulva to both encase and grip his thick firm length...

In the meantime, and back with the Princess Jessica, her captor, daughter of the Kushite leader, had felt the confinement of the coach to be somewhat constrictive to her needs.

"Halt!" she again called out. ‘What now?' the one holding the reigns muttered under his breath.

With the coach once more stopped, Gabriel alighted from it. She then extended her hand to the naked princess while enjoining the two soldiers sat atop the coach to direct their attention elsewhere, less they become enamoured by Jessica's beauty.

Taking the Princess back aways and a good 50 feet from the carriage, Gabriel had Jessica sit on the grass, which was noticeably cool from the sun. The warrior woman subsequently unbuckled her belt, thereby releasing her sheathed scimitar, which she let fall to the ground. As she did, Gabriel watched as Jessica, of her own volition, stroked her blonde curls and the hardened clit that lay beneath them.

"Emn," she released a pleasured moan, one that caught her captor's attention.

The few men Gabriel had known, she being too much of a strong warrior to devote her time to the pleasures of sex, had, as she came to expect, simply fucked her - mouth and pussy. It was only with women that it had ever been pleasurable, and there were even less of them.

"Here, do that to me," Gabriel all but ordered, as she let her light chain tunic fall to the floor with a flurry and thud before stepping out of it.

In contrast, the daughter of the Kushite leader's mound displayed an even thicker darker forest of pubic hair to that of the Princess' handmaiden, while her breasts were a good handful each.

Towering over Jessica as she remained seated, her captor opened her stance and flexed herself enough that her thighs parted in ofference to the defiled woman before her.

"Come on, Princess, I haven't got all day," she enjoined, noticing Jessica's reluctance.

"I'll be having more than just your fingers on me, in me. Your tongue, for one," Gabriel made Jessica aware, as she moved to do her bidding.

Although she had welcomed her captor's attention, seeing it as the foreplay she received from well-groomed, refined men, the Princess had never been with a woman; never had she touched, let alone tasted, another woman, not even her slut of a handmaiden.

Jessica's fingers combed through Gabriel's wiry pubes, which felt humid to her touch as she sought out her sensitive muscle; her clit. There was, indeed, quite a lot of it. So much more, that it even tickled her explorative fingertips, which soon sensed the warmth yet dormanticity of her captor's sheathed and well-hidden clitoris. She clearly wasn't horny, not like that of Jessica and certainly that of Sarah...

Back where we left Gabriel's other two soldiers, the mighty Kurt was as good as spearing his stone hard cock deep inside Sarah's pussy while she took Trus' firm length between her lips like a pro, which, in some respects, the whorey wench very much was.

"Hurm, hurm," she murmured, with each swing of the mighty Kurt's hips. Each time he drilled her, his cock thrust into her while his groin made loud slapping noises whenever it hit against her butt cheeks.

Not long afterwards, Kurt had two of his long thick fingers all the way deep inside her tight little asshole. The horny slut was unable to protest of his additional brutality, if that she wanted to, as she was compelled to take the mouth fucking she was likewise enjoying from Trus while they spit fucked her; a scene indicative of a boar or other such animal being roasted over a fire while a long metal rod, one going all the way through the carcass, was slowly turned. In this situation, however, their long cocks, far from meeting all the same, acted as the bar at each end.

"Hurmn," Sarah would occasionally murmur, especially whenever Kurt's mighty balls slapped against her hardened clit; the added pleasure soon encouraging her to cum. Meanwhile, though, Trus was still holding out, happy to have the wench suck his length while he, they both, fucked their lengthy erections into her...

"Oh, oh, yes," Gabriel was soon heard to respond, her voice low all the same as she felt a warmth pervade inside her very core, followed by that of a small fire being ignited inside her.

"More, please, yes," she urged, as her thighs began to flex against the Princess Jessica's continued attention.

Soon, and like that of her captive, Gabriel was sat on the ground, her legs bent while her humid thighs were spread wider than they had ever been. Certainly more than when she lost a bet and was debauched by four of her soldiers who gangbanged the Kushite leader's daughter and filled all of her fuck holes, mouth, pussy and tight asshole at the same time while she stroked the fourth who changed over with those in her mouth and backside. After that, and having enjoined them to carry out a secret mission, they were never heard of again.

Beckoning Jessica closer so that she was kneeling before her openness, Gabriel watched as she submitted to her expectation. For her part, the Princess replicated what both her lovers and she had done to her pussy and clit. Seeking out her captor's nubbin, which firmed up with her touch, it was only when Jessica introduced her three long fingers to the warm moist folds of Gabriel's sex that she felt a blaze of pleasure ring inside her.

"More, yes, please, huh, huh, huh," Gabriel both encouraged and gasped, as the climax that had been slowly building up inside her raged to the surface and promptly exploded.

It being her first orgasm, it was quite low key compared to those that Jessica and her handmaiden had experienced. All the same, and with just the one hand outstretched behind her, Gabriel, who had since grasped the Princess's wrist with that of her other hand, was encouraging her captive to continue, as she, herself, motioned her hips forward and back while she rode out her maiden climax and sought the pleasure of yet more...

"Yes, oh fuuu—k," Trus exclaimed, not, though, a complete word, not one that was recognisably of his language, at least, moments before he emptied himself into the wench's warm receptive mouth and then quickly withdrew his still firm weapon to shower her slattern face with the following two ropes of his creamy hot cum which splashed down, fountain-like.

Again, and like that of his comrade in arms, Kurt, Trus was still sporting a hard-on.

"Both," he grunted, his utterance clearly directed towards the mighty Kurt, and by way of a suggestion. Having two men debauch her, as they thus far had and were, was the extent of the handmaiden's sexual knowing. For then, however, they clearly had something else in mind for the wench, when, having Kurt taken himself from her, he pulled Sarah up by her hair. She then watched, stunned almost, as Trus laid down and where what was about to be beneath her. Sarah's body quavered as she realised where each one's mighty weapon would soon be immersed, in particular, that of Kurt's mighty long and thick one; her tight virgin asshole.

The most she had before ventured in her backside was that of her hairbrush's handle; well, to be precise, the Princess Jessica's, in fact. She made sure to wash it afterwards, though.

"Oh, no, yes, emn," she responded, welcoming the presence of Trus's firm slick shaft between her lower lips and almost slack, well-reamed, pussy, while being wary of where Kurt's was headed...

Gabriel had since grasped a hank of the Princess' golden curly locks. Her captor then drew Jessica between her splayed humid thighs, encouraging her to inhale the scent that permeated and wafted around her pussy, which she did.

"Oh yes, emn, smell me, drink in my scent, slut," she urged, moments later, and with both hands pulling her head and face that much closer that the Princess' lips were forced and mashed against her wetness.

In opening her mouth to breathe, a trickle of Gabriel's nectar trailed onto Jessica's lips. Out of instinct, she extended her tongue to lick it. In addition to smelling sweet, she also tasted so. That prompted and urged the Princess to flick her tongue along the groove of Gabriel's lush pussy, her cunt, while immersing a fraction of the tip inside her captor's sex as she continued licking, flicking and generally teasing her, enough that the body of the Kushite leader's daughter was soon rocked by an ever intense climax; they were certainly becoming more powerful, Gabriel couldn't help but notice, as she directed Jessica's head movements, before laying back on the ground...

"Oh my, oh yes, god," Sarah cried out, as, with both stone hard cocks in her slack pussy, which it had to have been to take them, especially that of Kurt's thick proportion, she rocked and fucked, as Trus had exclaimed some while ago, back and forth on them.

Certainly not in her ass, as she had feared, it was nonetheless immensely pleasurable, it has to be said, all the same.

"Oh yes, more, both of you, inside me, keep doing that, don't stop, please, don't, hurmn," Sarah voiced her pleasure, as her body was once more beset by an even more powerful climax. Her final murmur, uttered in response to that which she caught sight of, off into the distant bush...

Gabriel had the Princess Jessica's fingers, her whole hand, in fact, working back and forth inside her wet cunt; her breathing deep and ragged as she licked along the length of her captor's once more firming up sheath. When her sticky nubbin popped out, though, Jessica, taken by its plumpness, quickly took the sticky bulbous tip between her lips, and subsequently sucked it while using her free hand to thrum her covered stalk.

"Fuuu—k, me, yes! Huh, huh, huh," Gabriel cried out her pleasure and gasped deeply. Thereafter, her hips flexed as did her abdomen; in fact, her whole body was responding like never before to the orgasmic pleasure that was shaking her body.

Still breathing deeply, she pushed the Princess back and soon had her lithe legs open and her faint blonde pubes drawn apart, along with that of her lush pussy. Before she could make good her feast, though, Gabriel felt what she recognised to be the cold steel of a sword catch the underside of her chin urging her to move no further forward while the point of another dug into the back of her neck when she moved away.

The Princess' father had sent a message via carrier pigeon to King Roderick. Having they not arrived, Roderick dispatched a company of knights, 10 in all, to search for the coach and the Princess along with her escort, only to have discovered them killed by Kushite arrows.

"You'll make a worthy ransom, slut. Now, and very slowly, Gabriel, get up and put your hands behind you, Sir Roger enjoined her. Having she done so, and surrounded by five of the company, the other three poised with their hand on their sheathed sword, thereby leaving the naked warrior woman no means of escape, Sir Gordon soon had her wrists tightly bound.

Leaving her naked and tethered on the ground and in the secure hands of Sir Gordon and another of his men, Sir Roger, along with his two accompanying knights, soon secured the coach and drove it the short distance back to where the Princess, once more dressed and respectable, though very much wanting and sexually frustrated by their untimely arrival, was waiting...

Although her handmaiden had noticed the helmet of one of Sir Roger's second company of knights as he and the other four crouched in the thicket, Sarah, not wanting to be caught by their bolts as she flailed around on Kurt's and Trus' ever expanding lengths, managed to have them hold back until she had at least cum.

The wench then appealed to them to let her taste herself on their fine cocks, which they amiably agreed to. Then, when she was subsequently free of them, the air was filled with the zing of crossbows followed by that of the mighty Kurt and Trus falling, lifeless, to the ground...

"Sarah, my handmaiden," Jessica mentioned, although she had a good idea the horny slut was getting what she, herself, was in need of; a good hard seeing to.

"My other men will have tracked them down by now. Let's get you to safety, Princess," Sir Roger urged. ‘Very much a damn good seeing to,' Jessica bemoaned her misfortune, while their captor, the daughter of the Kushite leader, was tied to the back of the coach and made to walk naked behind it.

"Oh yes, Sir Percy," Sarah, did, indeed, but cry out her pleasure, as he and his fellow four knights, lay waste to all of her horny holes; even her once tight virginal asshole got filled by them, and all while the bodies of Gabriel's dead warriors slowly decomposed but a few feet away.

The slut was presently drenched, face, tits, upper body; even her raven bush and shapely ass; with shower upon shower of the knight's warm sticky spunk, which she took great joy and pleasured exhibitionism in both licking from around her lips and collecting up with her fingers, which she licked clean in front of them.

Finished and dressed, Sir Percy offered to help her up onto his steed, a pure black with a white flash down its head. Opting to walk, instead, he chivalrously dismounted and joined her, walking alongside his mount to the safety of King Roderick's stronghold. Once there, and meeting up with the Princess, Sarah realised that, of the two of them, she had the better adventure and for many a time to come; if you know what I mean.

Good ‘Knight!'