It has been almost a year since the crusaders left England marching off to the Holy war under Richard the Couer-de-lion. Along the way, they were joined by Louis of France and Prince Leopold of Austria and their armies. All, allied for the present at least under the banner of England for the purpose of liberating the holy shrines of the Mid East. Before them stood many barriers, internal intrique, and of course the army of the great moorish leader Saladin.
In the army of Richard, rode an unusual knight. He was not the rich aristocracy, he was a rather poor knight as times would have it. He was a Scot by the name of Robert of Troon of clan McGregor. He was a knight proven by battle who had risen to become Richard's personal knight errand, and guardian of his colors.
At time, the conspiracies within Richard's camp, were more dangerous than the army's of Saladin, which at least fought openly. Among the conspirators is the Count Montceau, who finances the armies of Leopold and Louis, and Clyve Clark, the leader of the knights Templar. They were aided by Chanteau a princess of the tiny kingdom of Noir who was little more than the madam of a roving legion of harlots and whores.
The Noirian women spied for Montceau through the use of sexual favors and threats that should they not receive what they wanted, that their affairs with the men of Richard's command would be come known. In addition, Morgana Clark, wife of Clyve, who practiced most foul witchery and some even thought-vampirism, was part of the conspiracy.
Their plot was to do all they could to prolong the war and keep Richard away from England. In Richard's absence, his brother John was ruler and regent and was cruelly taxing the peasants on the pretense that the money was going to aid his brother Richard, who was a kindly king and popular with the people.
There was one who stood in their way. That one was Robert, the tall, loyal and totally honest knight who they would never be able to sway by promises of power or money. They would have to either discredit him or kill him. Several months earlier, there had been an attempt to kill both he and Richard by using men dressed as Moors and using Moorish weapons captured in battle.
Robert does have a weakness. No one has known, but he secretly loves Richard's niece, Elena. Elena is a Plantangenant and Richard would never hear of a poor Scot marrying into the family even if it was one so loyal and devoted. Tonight Robert met Elena behind the tents where the relicts that had been liberated from Moorish cities was kept. He told her of his love and his disire to take her home to the now frozen lochs of the highlands and away from damned heat of the desert.
Little did they know, that they had been seen by one of Chanteau's female spies. She quickly reports this to Clyve, who now has something to use. Soon there is a plot in motion to kidnap Elena and throw suspicion upon Robert thus driving a wedge between Richard and his most loyal supporter. The following night around midnight, several men creep into Elena's tent and tie and gag her and wrap her in a blanket and carry her off into the night to the desert stronghold of the Knight's Templar.
In Elena's tent they drop a medallion of St. Andrew, a well know Scottish saint. It is one of several that Robert owns. The next morning, Elena is missing and the medallion found. Richard is furious and has Robert brought to him. He tells him Elena is gone and that this was found in her tent, holding out the medallion. Robert blurts out that he has no need to kidnap her, they love each other. This makes Richard even more furious and even though he does not believe the Scot kidnapped her, he banishes him from the crusader's camp.
Robert is beside himself with worry as he leaves the camp. He is sure that the true treachery is in those who are not loyal to Richard. He vows that if he can find the evidence, he will be both judge and jury to them. He rides a few miles to the oasis of Nivea. He has decided to make it a place where he can carry out this search for evidence as caravans frequent the location as do soldiers of both armies who are crossing expanses of the desert.
Near sundown, two figures approach the oasis leading a camel. As they near, he notices that they are both women. They are Moorish and both are quite beautiful with their dark skin and black hair and eyes like night. They tell him they are from Barmora and going to Kharso on a pilgrimage. Actually, they are some of the women of Chanteau. Robert shows them a place to make their camp and retires to his own side away from them. He leans against his saddle wearing his light chain mail mesh and closes his eyes thinking of the highlands and his love Elena.
The snorting of his horse cause him to look up and see one of the women coming toward him with a scimitar in her hand. He rises to meet her and the other girl jumps on his back and tries to stab him with a dagger. The dagger on partially penetrates the chain mail mesh before he tosses her to the ground. Soon he is in a heated battle with the two wouldbe female assassins.
The are like twins. Dark, long haired beauties now dressed in silk harem clothing. One is slightly taller and larger breasted and uses a scimitar swinging it with some skill in parry's and thrusts. The slightly smaller girl with the smaller breasts bouncing as she jumps too and fro threatening with her dagger. He has his sword in his hand and a small dagger in the other fending off the two women.
As the larger woman rushes him, he drops to a knee and ducks under her scimitar thrust with his sword pointed toward her. She can not stop and the point rips through her silk in mid belly and he feels it penetrate the firmness of her skin. Her momentum causes her to slide farther down his sword until the hilt is against the silk that covers her belly. A ring of wet warm crimson fluid rings the blade as it stands from her and on her back where it exits her slim body.
The silk clothing clings to the wetness of her blood as she gasps and her widely open eyes show the fear and pain of her impending death. Quickly, Robert releases the sword handle as the girl sinks to the ground her arms and legs twitching as her body writhes in pain. He nearly is caught by the second girl, whose dagger just misses his neck. She curses him in arabic as he stands to face her lifting the scimitar the other girl had dropped with him.
The girl attacks once more and catches the girl on the left side of her belly cutting her open across her width to the right side severing her navel into halves. She drops her dagger and looks through the split silk seeing the bare skin show through her face contorts with immense pain as her hands go to the bareness of her exposed belly and try to keep the two sides of the wound from separating and her guts from spilling out. Soon, the silk of her pants and shirt are drench with bloods as she sinks quickly to her knees and falls on her back with her hands holding her guts in.
She trembles and her body shakes for a short time and then stills, her belly covered with bloods and her dark eyes even darker in the dialation of death staring into the night sky. Robert goes to the first girl and sits cradling her head in his lap. "you will die, but it will be slow. Belly wounds are like that". She pleads for him to end her suffering fast, but he refuses until she tells him who sent her.
She says that it was Chanteau and Montceau. Robert knows it Montceau is involved so are Clyve and Morgana. He vows to kill them all, knowing he will have no evidence once the girls are dead. The girl pleads once more to die quickly. Robert gently lays her head down saying "Aye, Lassie, you will die quickly". He pulls his sword from her belly and rolls her to her back and then with both hands overhead, he thrusts the sword through the center of her sternum shattering it and severing her heart. Her stirs the blade within her ripping her heart and major arteries and veins to pieces.
The girl makes a gasp as her lungs quickly fill with blood and her back arches to the thrust and exhales as her back once again flattens and the trembling of her extremities stops and her gaze joins her comrades to the sky. Robert digs a common grave so that the girls will not serve as food for the vultures and jackels. Her lays the girls one on top the other in the hole and looks once on their pretty faces thinking "too bad they ended such" and pushes the sand over them covering their bodies for eternity.
He gets a few hours of sleep and heads out to find a way to bring the other conspirators to justice.
Departing the oasis of Nivea, Sir Robert sets out for the land of Noir. He travels about half a day when he comes to the oasis of Nivestia. There he spots a moorish noble alone giving his horse drink. Sir Robert hails him and the Moor responds with a yell of Shalom. Sir Robert does not understand the Moorish language and lowers his visor and cradles his lance in his arm he charges toward the stranger.
The Moor mounts his horse and draws his scimitar. He drives his horse toward Robert. As the two approach on their collision course, the Moor ducks under Roberts lance and cuts his reins with the scimitar. He then ducks Robert's flailing with his sword until he can pull away and take out a short bow and arrow that were previous covered by his robes. He fires and Robert blocks it with his shield. He then fires again and Robert blocks that one too. He smiles as he yells to Robert, "Peace, Peace". Robert responds, "you yield then?" The Moor only responds, "I am Amir, physician to the great Saladin i only want peace, surely you know that word." Robert nods and the battle is over.
The two sit in the shade of a tree and share stories for most of the afternoon. The Moor gifts Robert with a curved dagger and Robert gives him a celtic one. Then they hear a ruffle of trumpets. Amir wonders what it is until Robert tells him it is Richards wife Queen Bellengaria going to St Simons church to pray for the end to the war and that she is guarded by knights Templar. Amir tells him that the Templars are more dangerous to Richard than Saladin is.
They are spotted by the rear guard of Templars, and two come to kill the Moor. Robert mounts his horse and rides out to meet them. "It's the Scot, and with a Moor, a good chance to kill him and claim he is a traitor" one says to the other. They lower lances and charge, seeing this Robert responds likewise and charges toward the collision. His shield diverts one and his lance the other, but not completely as it wounds his side. His lance is diverted inward where it impales one Templar. Robert falls from his horse and stands on the sand drawing his sword.
The Templar charges him and Robert swings his sword at the horses front ankles and wounds it causing its front legs to drop and spill the templar head over heals over the horses head. The templar rises slowly and pulls his sword as Robert approaches. They begin delivering blows to each other over and over until finally, Robert, weakened by his wound is forced backward and falls on his back. The Templar raises his sword and rushes in only to meet Roberts sword which is being raised. It penetrates his belly in nearly the center and he slides onto the blade until it is up to the hilt.
He gasps and drops his sword and Robert twists and pulls the sword from the dying man. "Now you are a good Templar" Robert hisses with anger. He turns to go to his horse and takes a few steps before staggering to a stop and while holding his side, his sword tip is buried in the sand. Robert's head swoons and he falls to the sand unconscious.
Amir comes to his new friend and seeing the severity of his wound puts him over his horses saddle and leads the horse to the Moorish camp. He takes him in a large tent and cares for his wound with the aid of Lutecia, a slave girl. Hours later, Robert revives and looks weakly around. "What happened " he asks. Amir tells him and then tell him that Lutecia has cared for him since his wounds were tended.
Robert looks at the beautiful slave girl. Dressed in silk pants which show the dark skin of her long smooth legs and a short silk top barely covering her ample breasts. Her flat dark skinned belly reflects the light in the tent from the thin moisture on it. She smiles behind a semi transparent veil her white teeth showing and being set off by her dark skinned face.
Amir offers to give Robert the girl if he likes but he refuses thinking of his own true love, Elena. Robert tells his friend Amir about the intrigues of the crusaders camps and how he is out to kill the conspirators and aid Richard. He is only happy that Saladin does not know of the disorder. "He does know" says Amir. Robert wonders how, until Amir asks him to come for a walk with him. They leave the tent and all within sight drop to their knees and bow.
Robert looks around and then to Amir the only one beside two burly guards standing as the guards push his shoulders to put him on his knees. Robert looks up, "You......" "Yes, I am Saladin" says Amir. Saladin tells of how he tires of war and the deaths on both sides, but how some, including some of his own countrymen want the war to continue for their own profit.
He offers to help Robert in eliminating the conspirators in exchange for Robert helping to convince Richard to end the war and go home. Robert agrees and asks for some items: Moorish clothes, Moorish weapons, and an arabian horse. He also asks for a guide and safe passage to Noir where he will kill the first of the conspirators. He is given all, plus a nights rest and Saladin offers to guide him to Noir himself.
Robert is given a tent and retires for the night. Around 3 am, a dark figure approaches. In the light of the nearly full moon, it can be seen to be Lutecia. She has a curved dagger and slowly approaches Robert with it raised when an arrow whistles through the air striking her in the left shoulder blade. She screams, awakening Robert, who turns up a lamp in time to see her stand there looking at the arrowhead sticking from her left tit. A ring of blood wets the silk around the shaft in the front and the back.
Her breasts heave as she gasps with the blood filling her left lung. Her belly quivers as she drops to her knees and two guards arrive to hold her by each arm as Saladin approaches. "I had suspected she was a spy, I just didn't know for sure. Who sent you girl?" She refuses to speak the blood wetting her silk expands. Saladin shakes his head and tells the guards "execute her".
The guards drag her to a nearby wooden block. she is pushed forward on it, the arrow still sticking out her back as one guard lifts a huge axe. He swings and her head spins to the ground leaving her body convulsing and trembling as the blood spirts from her severed neck. Her head rolls one turn on the sand til it is laying with its frozen gaze on her body.
The guards turn her body over and rip open her shirt. They hook a large hook into each tit and tie the ropes attached to it to a saddle. One of them places her head on his spear and mounts the horse and rides, dragging her body behind into the desert. Later he comes back without the body. It has been left near a favorite hunting trail of the Lions of Nivea. There to be devoured and her bones bleached in the sun. Robert notices some blood on the man's shirt and pants and wonders how he may have gotten it by just dragging the body and releasing it.
The next day, Saladin and Robert and about 20 of Saladin's men head down the road to the land of Noir. Saladin tells Robert he will camp at the oasis just outside of the tiny kingdom and wait for him to return or send for help. Robert nods and heads to the palace of the Princess. Although he is disguised, news of the fair skinned one from the desert soon reaches Chanteau.
Chanteau has her guards take Robert prisoner and take him to the dungeon of her palace, where he is tied with ropes and left stripped upon a wooden table. Soon Chanteau comes to him. She stands before him, her body covered with a silken gown. She pulls the straps of her gown over her shoulders and lets it drop exposing her naked body. Her tits are large and firm and bounce gently in their new found freedom. Her belly is flat and her navel a tiny valley within it.
Her nipples are hard and small on the upper side of each breast and her skin is flawless, smooth and silky. She leans over him, her long dark hair falls on his bare skin and she kisses and licks his belly and up to his nipples nibbling each like a small berry. She gently slides her luscious body over his her tits squashed to his chest and the heat of her groin matching his own heat. Even thoughts of his Elena can not prevent his arrousal.
As Chanteau moves her body over Roberts and rubs his hot throbbing cock up and down her wet slit, she asks him questions about Richard and his army's disposition. She raises up to her knees and spreads open her slit and lowers herself forcing his hard shaft to stretch her opening and penetrate into the steamy confines of her wet pussy. She moans as she begins to move his hard shaft in and out of her.
Robert works at the ropes, trying to loosen them, and gradually he is making progress. Chanteau moves more furiously driving him to her depths her large boobs bounce as her juices flow down his cock and over his balls to the table below. He makes one last pull and the rope breaks one end still tied to his wrist and the other about two feet long hanging from it. As Chanteau leans over him rubbing her big tits on his chest, he quickly wraps the rope twice around her soft skinned neck and tightens it.
Her eyes bulge with surprise and fear, her body body convulses in orgasm squeezing his cum from him filling her pussy with it's hot thick stickiness. "Alright, lassie, reach over to that table and get my dagger and cut the other rope and if ye have any ideas of anything else, forget them or i will snap your neck like a twig" Chanteau in her fear obeys. After the ropes are cut, he moves her off of him and still keeping the rope taunt, he stands beside her.
He takes the rope from her hand as she gasps for air and loosens the rope. He holds the knife to her belly and indents the skin and starts questioning. "Who is in this conspiracy with you, speak witch!!!" She coughs and gives the names of Clyve, Morgana, and Montceau, hoping to save her life. "The sentence for treason against Richard is death, so it shall be Chanteau of Noir." She backs to a wall her soft skinned back on the hard cold rock.
As she hits the rock the knife point tears open her skin and sinks into her guts just above the navel. It slide slowly into her and grinds against her backbone. Her face contorts and she gasps her breasts bounce with the gasping. Her moves the blade inside her slicing her guts to shreds and making the hole larger. He pulls the knife out letting her body slip down the cold stone.
He then stabs again catching her at the base of the sternum. Blood flows down her belly and drips from her pubic hair. He lets her slide to her ass on the floor and then grabs her by the ankles and pulls her across the cold floor to the most diabolical weapon of death of their time--the iron maiden. He opens the maidens embrace and lifts Chanteau to stand her inside. Once there, she can not fall for the framing of her body.
He smiles as he closes the door and hears the cruel blades sink into her soft flesh. Piercing her tits at each nipple, her belly in several places and even one in the vaginal area. He can feel her body twitching inside the maiden and sees the blood flowing onto the ground until the motion ceases. He walks over and dresses and leaves Chanteau in the embrace of her new lover for eternity. One of the four conspirators is dead, but the others live and have his sweet Elena captive. Also, there is the question of regaining his name which has been sullied by their tricks.
Robert leaves to go impart the information and the events to Saladin of Noir and Chanteau.
To be continued