Shaken but resolute

"Damn, girl." Merthin grinned in satisfaction as he pulled up his pantaloons. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you were one of the whores down by the dockyards." He took in Christine's look of stunned disbelief and almost gently wiped the trickle of cum from her chin and neck. "Don't worry, it will get easier once you get used to it." Perhaps it is this act of gentle kindness that finally breaks Christine's passive acceptance of her fate because tiny tears form in her eyes that she makes no attempt to wipe away.

"A lot of whores like the taste of a man's essence," Merthin offered in consolation, "maybe you'll come to like it in time yourself." Her eyes lifted to meet his and through the tears he could see determination and resolve.

"Mayhap, Master Merthin," the strength and pride in this young woman's spirit is unbroken, even if her voice is a little hoarse. "even if that never comes to be, knowing that my brother is safe and well, will be enough for me to uphold my end of this unholy arrangement."

"Good girl. Speaking of which, I really must be off." Merthin moved to the door glancing back at the naked woman with a fair amount of regret. What man wouldn't want to spread her legs and hear the once acclaimed virtuous Lady Girard cry out as he claimed her as his? Still, Merthin was a patient man, and something as special as the deflowering of this beauty should not be rushed. "I will be back with food and clothes, Milady. Perhaps a book to read, and pen and paper to craft a letter to your parents."

"Really?" It seems this is the first good news the young woman has heard in days.

"Perhaps," The look of hope in the young woman's eyes is surprisingly touching. "I have a few friends in your father's castle. It might be possible ..." his cautious nature made him dampen her expectations, "I'm making no promises, and I'd want something special in return for taking that kind of risk ..."

With that, Master Merthin was gone, locking the door securely behind him and leaving Christine what he might possibly mean by 'wanting something special'. Merthin had already made it clear he intended to take whatever he wanted from her ... her hands clenched tightly together on her lap ... even her most precious of gifts.

She looked at the locked door with renewed apprehension, what kind of unholy agreement had she gotten herself into?