See what the corporal has to say

"Do you have something to say, Jenner?" You ask.

Jenner looks straight ahead, saying, "It's nothing, Sire, not my place."

You walk over, placing your hand on his shoulder. "Nonsense, if it wasn't for you, Corporal, my father and most likely I would be dead and this kingdom locked in civil war. Speak, man."

Jenner's eyes moved from the spot on the wall he'd been staring at to meet your eyes. He gives you a tiny nod, murmuring, "Very well, sire."

Removing your hand, you sit back down at your desk. Reaching for the decanter of wine. You poured yourself a new cup while your man gathered his thoughts.

"Sire, has the captain talked with you about what's been going on of late?" He asked earnestly.

Taking a sip, you shake your head no.

Jenner puts his hands behind his back. "Sire, there is something queer going on in this castle."

Surprised you ask, "Really, what makes you think that?"

Closing his eyes, Jenner confided in you. "Sire, I've served your family for more than 20 years. In that time I've never seen discipline this bad."

Jenner points at the door. "Take those three. I wish I could say that those three assaulting young Sarah was an anomaly, but it isn't. Nary a day goes by we don't have men on punishment detail."

Taking another drink of wine, you then stare into the ruby-colored liquid. "There have been other lapses," you ask uneasily.

Jenner nods, "Three nights ago, a couple of hours after Her Majesty and her ladies-in-waiting returned from an outing through the postern gate."

A shiver of unease dances its way up your spine at the mention of your wife.

"A small shipment of wine arrived at the gate, brought to us by Genitello's daughter Myra."

Genitillo was a royal vintner; in fact, you were drinking wine from his vines right now. You met her once when you visited their place with your father. She had been 14 at the time, so she would be around 20 now. Beautiful girl you recalled. Her raven-colored hair shivered in the light. Her eyes were the color of a rich ale. You'd seen her waist-deep in a barrel, her skirts hiked up as she crushed grapes with her feet. At your age she had been utterly enchanting. You'd spent more than a few nights stroking your cock over the girl.

Curious you ask, "Why was Genitello's daughter delivering wine and not her father?"

Jenner shrugged, "He was sick, so she volunteered." The corporal then rubs the stubble on her face. You could see sorrow in his eyes as he relates. "The postern guard, all seven of them, attacked the girl. Tore the clothes off of her and were taking turns on her, they did." Jenners' sorrow turns to anger as he continues his tale. "Two more women who'd had the misfortune of walking by joined her."

You couldn't help but feel aghast. The guard had a reputation for ironclad discipline. In fact, the only time you remember a charge of **** was during your father's last campaign against the barbarians.

"These were not drunk conscripts, sire." You could hear his anger start crackling from what he had seen. "Nor were they all young men full of piss and vinegar, sire. Hubert was the corporal in charge. The man is pushing 50, and I know for a fact he hasn't touched his wife in years."

"What's worse, sire?" Jenner says with a sigh. "That is when I and Sergeant Rice stumbled upon what was going on. "He looked at us and said, 'Break out your cocks and help us break in the new sluts.'"

Stunned, you set down your cup. Unbidden, a thought hits you. Does my wife have something to do with this?

"Have there been any other lapses, Jenner?" you ask in trepidation.

"Too many to count, sire." He snorts, "I've caught dozens of your men, sire, cavorting with the kitchen maids to your Ale wife. When they should be on duty keeping you and Her Majesty safe."

"So a potential disaster in the making." You reply, his words hammering home.

"Exactly, sire." Jenner replied, his composure cracking. "What makes it even more queer. When Hubert finally came to his senses. He claimed that the only thing he remembered from between the time Her Majesty's party passed through the gate and when he woke up in the dungeon. Was a heat coming over him and a female voice ordering him to break in the new sluts."

"That is queer," you murmur, certain your wife did something, but why? "What happened to Myra and the passers-by?"

"You don't know, Sire," Jenner replied, confused. "After we sent a runner for the captain. Her Majesty showed up herself, all distraught, saying one of her handmaidens had told her what happened."

"Did she now?" you murmur. Your wife didn't get distraught; she was a succubus after all.

"Aye, sire." He confirmed. "She and her handmaidens took custody of the women and had us carry them..." Jenner paused for a moment, uncomfortable, before adding. "She had us carry them to the chambers, your father..."

You nod before finishing, "The chambers my father kept his mistresses in."

"Sire, gods help me if I'm wrong. But I think one of Her Majesty's handmaidens is not what they appear to be." He warned you.

"It's not the Handmaiden," you think to yourself. Looking up at Jenner, you flash him a smile. "Thanks for telling me all this; I'll talk with Akina and quietly start an investigation. " You then reach out for your discarded wine. "That's all, Jenner; you can return to your duties."

Jenner pops to attention. "Very well, Sire." Before turning and leaving you with your thoughts. Draining the cup, you toss it onto the desk while you brood.

"What is Marissa up to now?" you ask yourself.