Troubled, but excited too

Christine didn't sleep much that night. Why had The Verderer brought her here, did he know Scarlet would make her one the whorehouse prostitutes? No - Scarlet had said she was doing this behind his back. She had also said that she'd let Master Werner have ago at her ... in spite of her anger, Christine could not help wondering what she would do if The Verderer knocked on her door. Scarlet had also told Abby that the Verderer wanted her ... could she say 'no' to the man that saved her first from the brigands in the forest and then from that awful bishop? How could a man like that have ever become a bishop in the holy church?

For the next twenty minutes Christine attended to her soul. She offered prayers of gratitude for her miraculous rescue from the Bishop of Oldchester's grasp. She prayed for the safety of her parents and Erik, and most of all she prayed for the strength to preserve her own soul in the face of these awful challenges. Who better than the Virgin Mother to pray to under the circumstances?

When she finally climbed back to her feet Christine could once again count her blessings. With a clearer head, she could see that her situation was not hopeless. First - the Verderer is still a goodly man who can help her. Secondly, she knew Scarlet's intentions and what to expect from Alice, Scarlet's little spy. Finally, if all else failed, she would do whatever she had to in order to find a guardian and mentor for Erik. Neither a tarnished reputation nor even a tainted soul was too high a price to pay if it meant that Erik had a chance to grow and learn what he needed to avenge her family.

Once again, with a pulse of warmth her thoughts turn to the handsome Verderer. She knew that if that good forester had taken her to his house instead of this brothel that she would have let him do whatever he wanted to her innocent body. The same warmth that she felt when Bishop Anthryl had groped her started to pulse from her loins. Here however, in the privacy of her room, instead of shame and anger Christine imagined how good it would feel if Master Werner were to spread her legs and show her what it meant to be a woman. Another pulse of heat, this one much more intense that the earlier one, spread from her sex and Christine had to stifle the soft moan that threatened to escape from between her panting lips.

It did not take long before Christine was laying on her back on the bed with one hand squeezing her breasts through the soft fabric of her chamise while the other one was gently teasing between her legs. It was unusual to have this kind of privacy. Even when she had her own room at home one of her ladies-in-waiting was usually nearby, even while she slept there would be someone in the small bed by her side. When she touched herself like this in the past it was always under the blankets, and she had learned to minimize the movement of her hand and keep her gasps of pleasure soft so as not to wake her companion. As cramped as this room was, it was hers alone and she could let herself go without fear of embarrassing herself. The other difference between this time and her earlier clumsy attempts, was her new experience with men.

As awful as her experience with Bishop Anthryl and his guards had been, Christine had a much better sense of the effect her young body could evoke in a man. As she stroked the slick folds between her petals, she pushed away the memories of those wicked men and instead concentrated on the Verderer. In particular the look in his eyes as he watched her dress. Lady Scarlet's assessment of how smitten the Verderer was with her confirmed what she already instinctively knew. The warmth that bloomed from her loins when she remembered Master Werner grew with every prolonged minute of her fingering and all too soon, she could feel the imminent arrival of a climax.

All it took was the thought of the handsome Verderer pressing his manhood into her to explode the bubble of pleasure. With her mouth open in a silent scream of release, Christine's back arched upward until her whole body was supported by her feet on the bed and her head pressed hard against the pillow. Only after the very last wave of the orgasm passed through her shuddering body did she slowly lower herself back onto the bedding with a long sigh of contentment.

Of course she couldn't let Scarlet convert her into a prostitute ... but if she had to ... with a contented smile she wiggled under the covers and let herself relax for the first time in days.