Posted by hisdinner on July 23, 2002 at 20:13:49:
Anna of the Ashes
by hisdinner
Anna woke, chained by the edge of the rough stone hearth. She stared into its cold recesses, wanting more sleep, but rousing herself before the last of the banked coals died out. She shifted and rose to her feet, brushing away the straw that clung to her muslin skirt, scant protection against winter's chill. She stretched up on toe top to reach a nub of candle, revealing tender pink arches and blackened heels. The iron shackle encircling Anna's ankle lay slack, and the heavy chain hung down, coiled loosely and fastened to an iron ring bolted to the floor at the side of the hearth. Taking a reed from the tinderbox, Anna stuffed its end deep into the dim glow of coals, saw smoke rise, and drew the reed in close, her slender hand hovering around the yellow flame. She touched the flame to the candlewick and watched it grow. Flickering light played on her small, freckled nose.
The candle flame grew taller as she carried it to the lamps and one by one, lit them around the expanse of stone floor and wooden planking, iron pots and buckets, dried herbs and hanging sausages. Anna's chain dragged behind her, raking and singing across the uneven stone and rattling as she reached the wood. Placing the candle back on the mantle, she pursed pale pink lips and blew it out. She licked her fingers with a quick tongue and pinched the wick. Anna's tangled blond hair hung in curls and wispy tendrils, bobbing with her every movement as she sighed and gripped the chain with one hand as she pulled on thick felt boots and then walked outside. Just out the kitchen doorway, she stooped low at the wood box and brought up heavy lengths of firewood. Anna turned and found her way inside and pulled in the snow-covered links behind her. Her fingers stuck to the frozen metal, and she winced. She built a fire in the center of the immense hearth, fanned the flames, watching as flames licked and caught the upper boughs. She wiped her reddened nose on a kerchief. The throbbing in her ankle lessened as she stood before the new fire. Snow melted from the chain's links. The girl looked into the flames and wondered if she'd ever get away.
A dull screech of wood on stone disturbed her reveries, and Anna paused, holding an iron pot in quivering arms, about to hoist it to the hook above the fire. She raised her pale brows, inclining her head toward the darkened passage leading from the kitchen to the rooms in the front of the house. Another dull screech of wood came, and the sound of his footsteps. Anna flicked her hair from her eyes and rushed the pot to its position, and in her haste, she splashed water from the pot into the fire. A whoosh of acrid smoke billowed out and flames sputtered wildly. . She began to fan the flames back to life with the bottom of her blouse, rapidly drawing the thin cloth up and down. She craned her neck, watching for the approach of her master. The rounded bottoms of Anna's breasts were thoughtlessly revealed in each upswing of her arms. Her nipples stiffened from cold air and fright.
A man strode from the darkness, his broad shoulders filling the narrow passage. He gripped the rough cloth of his shirt and tugged it over his massive form as he slowed to take in the sight of the girl. She stood tense inside a halo of dark ash. Her pale face and blond hair were spotted with soot. She trembled. He laughed at Anna as he jerked her hair and forced her to twist around to face him. "Look at you, covered with cinders." He shook his head, frowning as he slowly wound her hair around his hand. "And no meal started yet? Then you'll kneel here, girl and take what I give you." His thick forearm jerked her head toward him and her cheek slid hard down against his belly. Her soft lips and cheek were chafed against his shirt as he forced her onto her knees before him. She knelt, face still pressed hard to his growing bulge, knowing what was expected of her. He held her hair tight, and gripped her jaw, pinching it until she whimpered. He pushed her face backward enough to peer down into her eyes. He growled as he pulled his pants open, freed his cock and shoved it into Anna's small mouth.
The fire crackled back to life as he jammed his thick cock deep into her throat. Sparks flew and smoked in her hair. He watched her head as it bobbed, and smiled as Anna began to choke and sputter. He widened his stance and used both hands to pull her mouth harder onto him as he thrust and pounded in a brutal rhythm. He took his time, feeding off her body's jerks and her muffled cries as she fought to breathe. The girl's mouth was hot and wet and her lips sealed tight around his cock. He gazed down at her thin waist and the curve of her backside as he raped her soft face. He watched her mouth stretch wide. His thick shaft made her cheeks bulge and tears streaked her face. He grimaced and leered. The girl gasped and took in a quick breath as he withdrew from her. He gripped her hair and held her face close as his hot seed spurted over her eyes and lips and dribbled from her mouth and chin. Anna squeezed her eyes shut; she didn't see the blow coming. As soon as he'd finished using her, he used the flat of one broad hand to smack her small face, again and again, back and forth, her face bruising as his own fluids added to the sting.
"I'll eat my breakfast at the tavern. You clean up this mess," he said. His knuckles ground against her scalp and he yanked her hair, then finally released her. She crumpled as he let go, weeping soundlessly. He patted his pocket and nodded as he felt the key to her shackle. She felt his boots thud on the stone floor as he left her. An icy draft crept under her skirt and she sat up, shoulders jerking and twitching as she wept, miserable and cold.
Anna lay there only minutes, then rose again, touching her mouth gingerly, her fingertips resting on a welt. She drew a wool shawl around her shoulders, tied it in place, and began to sweep up the ash and cinders from the stones in front of the fireplace. The water in the pot started bubbling and she poured oats into it, wanting a thick hot porridge to soothe her. Her jaw ached, she couldn't chew. Anna stirred the oats and felt them thicken. She longed for a lump of sugar to sweeten them a bit. She filled a bowl and sat at the plank table, gazing out into the brilliant glare of sunlight on snow.
Anna thought about the key again. She ached as she remembered how close she'd come to stealing it just two days before. He'd forced her into his bed. The huge man had drunk far too much down in the tavern. He'd come home full of piss and fire to breed her. He'd flung her onto his bed and fucked her hard and shouted about getting many sons out of her, many sons to do the fieldwork, sons of his slave girl who'd have no more rights than she did, but to serve him. He filled her with his hot seed as he ranted, then he grunted, belched and passed out on top of her. She shifted and struggled and managed to get out from under his great bulk. Her eyes blazed as she realized her opportunity had finally come. She'd slip the key from his pocket and be free of him. She moved quietly, lifting the chain, not letting it clink as she searched the bedclothes for his vest. There. A corner of the vest stuck out from beneath his belly. He'd removed the vest, but now he sprawled out on top of it, his arms thrown up on either side of his head, his legs splayed, snoring loudly. She crouched beside the bed and began to tease the vest out from beneath him. She tugged and pulled and finally had half of the sodden garment in her hands, but not the side that held the key. He groaned and shifted in his sleep. She held her breath, as she held tight to the cloth, and as he turned away from her, she yanked hard. The cloth ripped and the key spun out, flying past her. It hit the floor, clanging as it skittered away from her.
She scrambled to retrieve it, but it had landed just out of her reach. She fumed and stretched out, laying her body flat out on the icy floor. She stretched, trying to tuck just one fingertip under the key. The iron shackle began to bite deeper into her leg as she strained to gain another inch, to save herself. No use! She couldn't stretch her arms out one more inch. Sighing, she sat up and looked around the room for a tool. Something, anything to draw that key to her. She spotted one of his heavy boots. She rose to her knees and crawled to retrieve it from under the bed.
He'd been watching her, of course. Some feral sense alerted him, even in his drunkenness, to his potential loss of property. He peered through slitted eyes as she stretched her slender body out to reach the prize. He grinned as he saw her firm breasts flattened against the rough floor, as she scrambled and pulled herself nearly apart to get that key. He felt his cock rise as he gazed on her wide-spread pussy still dripping his cum, one of her legs stretched out so straight by her bonds, the other knee drawn up, to pull herself forward. He let her fetch the boot. She turned back to crawl toward the key, his boot clutched in one hand. He rolled off the bed and brought his foot down hard on the small of her back, shoving her swiftly to the floor. Her knees were scraped raw as he pushed her down. She cried out as her chin thudded against stone. He stood, shifting his weight onto her completely, and she couldn't breathe. He hiccuped, chuckled and bent down, picking up the key with a casual sweep of his hand. She sucked in air as he walked away, carrying the key to a hook a good ten feet beyond the reach of her chain. He dragged her by her chain out to the hearth side, and then he beat her.
"Times like this," he muttered, "Times like this call for you to feel your own chain against your own ungrateful hide." He lifted a three-foot length of the rough metal links and made her stand, and then he striped her. First at her back, then with her front side facing him, he slashed the chain back and forth against her 'til her body was torn and welted and she fell down. Her wails woke the birds in the trees outside, and they echoed her cries. She stayed the night there. She curled tight into a ball and wept.
In the morning light, she picked at her oats, not hungry at all. She gazed out the window, waiting for nothing. The girl caught a glimpse of movement outside. Anna jumped as a hand began pounding on the door. She froze in place, clutching her bowl.
"Hello! Anyone in the house? It's so cold out here!" It was a woman's voice. Anna set her bowl down and reached the door with her chain singing along behind her, catching her left ankle and bruising it. She opened the door and a woman bundled in thick furs rushed inside. The tips of the fur glistened as she shook off her coat and stamped the snow from her boots. The tall woman pulled off her hat and shook out her long, dark hair.
"I tried the front door, but it was locked. Didn't you hear me?" She eyed Anna's shackled ankle, and her eyes followed the path of the chain. "Good lord in heaven, what have they done to you?" The dark-haired woman embraced Anna, folding the girl's small body into soft, warm arms, pressing Anna tight to her round breasts, cooing, soothing her. "What kind of monster does this to his serving girl?" The woman peered down at Anna, who had yielded to her softness, drawing closer, sighing.
"I am Meg, and what do they call you, sweet one?" Meg continued to pet Anna, feeling the girl begin to tremble and sob against her soft breasts.
"I am Anna, but here I am just-- girl." Anna's voice quavered as she spoke for the first time in days. She lifted her arms and tentatively encircled Meg's waist, barely touching this wonderful woman, afraid of rebuke, afraid this apparition might disappear.
"Here...here, sweet baby, come and sit with me, let's get that nasty thing off you!" Meg turned, not letting go of Anna, allowing Anna to cling to her waist as they crossed to the narrow bench. Emily was sobbing now, fearful, hopeful, panicked that her master would return before this magical woman could release her. Her head shot up at every sound as Meg calmly inspected the lock and rummaged in her great bag for a tool to free the girl.
"I can't believe you're real," Anna said, remembering fairy stories, watching Meg work. Anna looked dazed. Meg looked up from where she now knelt on the floor, using a metal file to pick at the lock.
"Why sure, I am, flesh and blood! And you can thank my frozen feet. I had to get out of that carriage and warm up awhile.. Now, let's get this nasty thing off and get YOU away."
The blood in Anna's head pounded so hard, she barely trusted her ears. "You're going to help me get away from him? Oh, Thank you!"
Meg gave Anna a hard look, making her blush and look down. "Do you really think I could leave you chained up like a dog?" Anna shook her head, hot with the need to make amends.
"Please, I know how to serve, I can do for you, I --I am such a mess! Please take me?" Anna's eyes filled with tears as her face reddened darker than the fresh hand prints that marked her cheeks. The shackle clattered to the floor, and Anna stared down at it, and then at Meg. She beamed. Meg ran her hand up from Anna's ankle, one quick caress, then sat back on her heels and said, "You're free, Anna!" Anna reached down to furiously rub at her pale white flesh, so long encircled by the iron band. She shot off the bench and twirled three times around, kicking out her legs, laughing, smiling, unchained for the first time since she was sold into the man's household. Meg watched her cavort, watching the play of her sleek muscles and the lovely jiggle of Anna's breasts as she bounced. Meg drank in her bliss like wine, and beamed back. She sighed, and smiled and thought, "Cherish this one. This girl is so sweet."
Meg smiled and rose to her feet. She held out her hands to the girl, and Anna melted into her embrace. Meg reached down, took Anna's chin, tilted up her head, and kissed Anna softly on her swollen lips. Anna's eyes widened and she stiffened the slightest bit, then, she acquiesced, and responded eagerly, wetting her lips and pressing them to Meg's full, sensual mouth. Meg drew the small body to her own tall, sturdy one, tasting the salty remnants of tears on Anna's bruised cheek as she covered her with more soft kisses. The dark haired beauty caressed Anna's slight, trembling form and drew one hand up to delicately trace her nipples. She kissed Anna's chin, her neck, and drew her into a tight embrace, and whispered, "Sweet Anna, we must go now, or loose the light."
Anna nodded, nearly panicked again as she realized that her master was due home soon. She dashed to a box tucked next to the washstand to collect her only possessions, a comb, a brush, and a set of ornate hat pins.
"My mistress gave me these before she died," Anna said, as she wrapped them in an old shawl. "These are mine!" she asserted, as Meg smiled softly at her, and urged her into her shawl and boots.
"Yes, they'll always be with you," Meg agreed, taking Anna's free hand and tossing a handful of coins onto the floor. Anna twisted around and stared at the money as Meg pulled her through the door. "You're a valuable girl, dear. This money serves as payment and warning. Your master will be smart enough to know that the one who took you --and paid-- is more powerful than he is. If he's smart, he won't do more than get drunk and complain to his cronies, and forget about you."
Anna craned her neck, trying to figure the value of the gold and silver littering that cold stone floor. But the door had closed and Meg rushed Anna into a waiting carriage with a solitary driver. She was bundled into thick fur wraps as they settled in for the ride away. Away! Anna beamed as their driver urged the horses up and out of the village, out of the valley and onto the high road. Free! Anna giggled and smiled at Meg, who pulled the girl to her, and nestled Anna inside her own fur, wrapping the two of them tight together, Anna's back resting against Meg's warm breasts. Anna snuggled into Meg's caresses, cooing and shuddering in delight as Meg petted and explored her breasts and belly, under Anna's thin blouse. Anna shifted around, wanting to touch Meg, too, but timid, so new at this.
Meg read her well, and pulled Anna sideways to lay on her lap. Meg opened her own blouse and exposed her large, firm breasts, cupping one in offering. Anna stared as Meg took Anna's head and gently guided the girl's lips to one stiff nipple. Anna opened her mouth and sucked in the hard nipple and the firm aureole, squeezing and caressing. Anna gasped as Meg tweaked and pulled on her own nipples, as she sucked harder, nibbling, hands exploring Meg's belly and sliding her hand down to find Meg's soft furred mound. The two women petted, crying out softly as each aroused the other. Anna had never been caressed so softly. She felt trilling, tingling shoots of such ecstatic pleasure rush through her, she wept in delight. Meg's tongue lapped at Anna's tears and then at her silky wetness. Anna's supple body arched. Later, she tasted Meg's secret flesh, as well. They held each other, stroking hair softly from damp faces, whispering and kissing, dozing as the carriage took them home.
Weeks passed, filled with golden sugary mornings as the two lovers drowsed and slid over each other's soft bodies in the comfort of Meg's bed. Afternoons they sat in the parlor or bundled up and walked up the empty lane that stretched for miles. "When spring comes, we could play there! Right in that meadow. Would you take me there?" Anna cried, squeezing Meg's hand and beaming. Meg smiled and petted the golden haired girl. Nights, they'd have a feast of crispy-skinned roasted chicken, or rare beef and wine. Meg's appetite astounded Anna, who watched, aroused by the way her beautiful lover would tear off the flesh of a plump breast, or a juicy thigh, devouring almost a whole bird, then licking the oily juices from her fingers. Meg enjoyed Anna watching her. She smiled, and proffered her hand to Anna's lips. Anna greedily licked and sucked Meg's fingers, sipped her wine, and shared it in a kiss So many of their dinners ended before the last course, as the two embraced and tumbled to the dining room floor. The servants left the wine, and cleared away the rest as the two silky bodies shed their clothes and rolled on the thick carpet, tasting, biting, and sating their appetites.
Or so Anna thought. She knew that she could die happy here, full of love and wild delights, her every need fulfilled, no secret wish not sussed out and granted, her belly full, her body now so soft and rounded. She loved it when Meg stroked her rounded belly, and squeezed and kneaded her bounteous thighs and ass. She shuddered in absolute delight when her lover nibbled and bit her breasts. She giggled in her sleep. Yes, she thought, this is Eden, we have it here, right now. I am so full, so content.
Meg loved Anna too, but she was not sated. She hungered more each day. She felt a need that would not be abated, she fought a craving that pounded through her veins every time she smelled the hot scent of that tender girl. Meg had waited so much longer with this one. Meg had pampered and pleased Anna, she had lavished kisses and silks and sweets on Anna, and that was all as it should be. But the girl was ready now, so ready, that the very sight of her drove Meg's nails into her own flesh. When she opened her eyes in the soft dawn and touched the swell of Anna's ripe breasts, Meg's teeth drew blood from her own lip. Time! Yes! Every step she took spoke to her and said, "Time! it's time to feast, it's time to take her now, it's feast time, now!"
Meg sat up in bed, watching the slumbering girl. She reached across Anna and took a length of silk rope from the table nearby. She had prepared so many, but this moment always thrilled her most. Her girls knew nothing else but sweet delight until this moment. And how sweet it made them, through and through. Meg made one knot in the center of the cord and looped the ends several times around her hands. She'd put on calfskin gloves to assure a firm grip, and now, they molded to her almost as sensually as Anna's mouth had as she sucked Meg's fingers. Meg moved to sit behind Anna's glorious head of shimmering blond curls, high on the bed, and then, she gently lowered the silken cord down, encircling Anna's slender neck from behind. Meg positioned the knot at Anna's larynx and crossed the ends of the rope tight behind Anna's head.
Anna's eyes flew open as Meg pulled the cords tight. She stared up at the one who'd saved her, mouth gaping in shock, confusion and pain and panic rearranging her features in rapid succession. Her hands flew to her neck and her fingers scrabbled for a grip, but the thin cord had already furrowed deep into the soft meat of her neck. Anna opened her mouth and sputtered, guttural groans and cries of shock emerging with flecks of saliva as her mouth was forced open. Anna did her best to scream. Meg lifted the girl as she drew her arms back, using her shoulders, locking her wrists straight, pulling harder. Anna's legs flailed and her mind raced, one thought alone erupting, Why? She managed to croak it, her last sweet gulp of air expended on that word as Meg choked her. Meg grimaced against her exertions and tried to smile through gritted teeth. Anna's eyes brimmed with tears, and as her vision blurred and her ears buzzed, she heard Meg say, "My girls are sweet, and sweet is how I'll keep them. Shhh!"
Anna's body jittered and spasmed and then she slumped. Meg loosened the cord, her fingers cramping with tension. She watched Anna's chest and leaned in close. Still beating, yes. Anna's body shuddered as her lungs sucked in sweet deep breaths, but her eyes remained closed. Meg knew that Anna would stay this way long enough to get her ready for the fires. She called out, and two serving girls appeared. The girls brought a rolling cart. They helped Meg strip off Anna's nightgown and they helped lay her on the cart. She whimpered, but didn't stir as they wheeled her to the kitchen. "You've prepared the oven? The basting marinade? The glaze?" The girls nodded, both sneaking glances at their mistress's young nude lover, a purple stripe and ruddy face the only flaws on her luscious form. Meg tied a long apron on and eyed her helpers. "Julie, take her to the sinks. Barbara, you steady her other side for me. And see her straps are tight as can be. We can all hoist her up, it will be easy."
The girls wheeled Anna to the sinks. As they approached, Meg called out, "Wait! Lay her out on the counter, head close to the sink. Yes, just so. bind her hands. Ankles, too. A slight change in plans. You two, wait. I need--" Meg's words dissolved as she gazed down at the voluptuous beauty of her lover. Meg stripped off her apron and opened her robe. She stepped out of her clothes and climbed up to straddle Anna. She shook Anna's shoulders lightly, whispering, "I transformed you! I took your sweet thin bones and clothed them, now, look at your luscious flesh! No silk could compliment you as well. You are perfection, sweet little one, and now, you'll melt in my mouth."
Meg raised a short sharp knife to Anna's throat and pierced it. Blood spurted out, as Meg sank down onto Anna. Meg closed her mouth over the wound, yet blood still spurted from the corners of her mouth. She drank her fill. Gasping, Meg sat up as Anna sputtered and gurgled, the wounded girl's gaze uncomprehending, clouding once again. Meg looked down at the splashes of blood on her own breasts, trickling down to her belly. Anna's mound and hers met. Meg pressed and rubbed her body hard against her lover's, stroking her, using her bloodied hands to wet Anna's clit and give her one last surge of bliss. Anna's body pumped out its blood, her head lolling back, dipping into the sink as Meg caressed and rode her lover. At last, Anna arched, bucking hard against Meg's hand, their soft mounds brushing together one last time. Meg smiled and stroked Anna's stiff nipples, and knew she'd come. She dipped her fingers into Anna's wetness and sucked and licked them. She smiled and shuddered at the tangy sweetness of Anna's juice.
Her helpers moved in to complete the girl's preparation. As Meg watched, they slit her beautiful round belly, and emptied her slick inner organs into a large pan. Her belly was cleaned and filled with dates, apples, walnuts and honey, mixed with mounds of fluffy rice. They stitched her closed, and gently moved her to the roasting pan. The girls folded Anna's legs and filled her sweet pussy with the last of the stuffing. They eyed each other over Anna's glistening form as Julie whispered, "I'd have done her too, before I cooked her. This Anna is her finest yet!"
Meg stood at Anna's head, using Anna's beloved brush on the girl's golden hair. She stopped, set the brush down and frowned, then said, "That's what's missing! The pins!" Meg reached into the case and brought out Anna's cherished hat pins. She selected six firm cherries, and skewered each. Then, gripping each of Anna's breasts, Meg slid each pin through, from top to bottom, one straight down, and two at angles on either side, symmetrical and lovely to behold. The cherries glowed and the pins glittered. She wheeled the girl to the oven's red mouth, and the three women lifted Anna in her pan and slid the girl halfway inside.
"There, always with you." Meg brushed her hand over Anna's jeweled breasts, kissed her lips one last time, and stuffed an apple between the sweet girl's lips. "Now, girls. Push her in," Meg said, as she assessed the rounded curve of Julie's backside with a practiced eye. "The roasting may begin."
by hisdinner