EDWIN'S CONQUESTS 7

EDWIN'S CONQUESTS 7 [part 7 of 11]
By: Will Buster

EDWIN'S CONQUESTS 7 BY WILL BUSTER

It was Edwin's father's second trip into London that year. His first excursion was quite an exciting one. He'd gotten a hold of a saucy wench and after squirting her full of his viscous lust he'd beat the living shit out of her. It was such fun to romp inside a young slut and then punish her for her utter wickedness. Some hapless wench by the name of Marie had serviced him with both of her talented holes and then he'd lowered the boom. At least that is what the little bitch called herself. Who knows what the real name for the bitch really was.

Robert Bellamy was in a body house in the very heart of London town. There were several very nice looking sluts for hire. The men who'd accompanied him were outside taking care of the horses. By the time they would get back in, he'd be upstairs with one of these fetching creatures eager for his cunt slicing fuck. Of course after he drained himself into the slut he'd enforce the brutal chastisement for her wickedly wanton sins. Sir Robert hadn't properly done a wench in quite awhile and his cock was hard and huge inside his britches. He looked around the tavern until he saw a delicate girlish looking wench with light brown hair and soft brown eyes. She was a cute little sweetheart probably knew to the trade. She didn't have the hardened look that pervaded some of the others.

"What be your name lass?"

She gave him a very fetching smile. "My name is Magdalin. Would you like me to serve you this night, my lord?"

It was obvious from his dress and his manner that he was a man of rank and station. He gently raised her to her feet by clutching her right hand. "Let's go to your room my sweet. I would like to become much better acquainted with you."

Magdalin's hart was racing fast. She was new in this disreputable profession and the owner would be so happy with her new and obviously wealthy conquest. It wasn't just the money although that was important. She now could claim that she'd given pleasure to a powerful noble man. If she was extremely lucky he might make her a favorite or even purchase her to bring her to his home so she could be a long term mistress. She wasn't even five feet tall and the older gentleman loomed over her as they climbed up the stairs to her more private room.

Magdalin's quarters turned out to be quite small with a bare wood floor. The furnishings were simple with a candle stand in one corner a wood chest in the other and a wide bed rather richly appointed with linen sheets and down filled pillows. Shutters gave further privacy to the Spartan decor.

Sir Robert watched the young temptress with smoldering eyes as she seductively undressed in front of him. He looked at every part of her shape as it was gradually revealed. Even in the feeble candle light he could see her exposed slit and hairy little bush that protected it. Her nipples were colored a soft pink and already stuck out stiff with anticipation.

Magdalin didn't realize that those eyes were filled with both hate and lust. All she was thinking about was all the money she would earn and if she was lucky all the pleasure she would enjoy.

Robert's voice was deceptively gentle. "That's it my sweet, let's have a look at all of you."

She gave him a dazzling smile. The young tart's face flushed beet red from embarrassment as she took off the last of her clothes. It was obvious that the little brunette was new to this steamy trade. Magdalin slid onto the bed still smiling and beckoning him to join her. She moved her legs wide apart so he could inspect her moist, pink cunt. Her tits were small but well shaped and firm. The youthful slut's belly was devoid of any excess body fat. She showed off her slender silky smooth legs which were arched back appearing very inviting and sexy. Magdalin artfully wobbled her small hips seductively while the powerful baron stripped his armor and clothing off.

He would thoroughly do this little tramp before pounding her delicate body to a pulp. Robert smirked without the faintest trace of mirth. "You'll be all mine for this night my sweet. I'm going to enjoy all of you."

He placed some coins in her hand. IT was more than enough. "My lord you can fuck me all you like. I be very naughty at bed sport."

The baron pushed her back on the bed gently and licked her exposed crotch. He thought to himself that this would be quite the tasty little slut to use and smash. He would fill her with all his sins and then like the scapegoat of the Old Testament he would crush the little tart so she'd repent her vile wickedness. There hadn't been a saintly woman in his life since his angel wife had passed away. She'd been so good and kind and God wouldn't protect her. So now he would make sure that some of the wicked whores of this world suffered as much as his sweet darling had. It wasn't fair that these wicked whores destined for the lake of everlasting fire live so comfortably in luxury and damned license while his beloved and departed wife lay cold and dead in the family vault under the chapel.

Magdalin giggled as her lusts began to broil. "Do you like sucking my cute little cunt, my lord?"

He slurped her faster and mumbled something that could have been agreement. He liked the musky smell and carnal taste of the young tart spread open for his oral inspection. He'd gotten an early start that evening. It was December and only an hour had elapsed since sun down. It would be delightful to use the wench thoroughly before administering the necessary punishment to her soft, delicate body. The mid aged man of war accustomed to the finest quality of carnal vices decided to make sure her throat was stuffed with his big cock. She would be made to suck him until he sent his seed down her guzzling throat. It would be so pleasant to watch her swallow his warm wet cream before using her other two holes until he was utterly drained.

The high born lord grinned down at the young girl with a malevolent gleam in his jaded eyes. He watched as Magdalin squirmed and writhed from his oral arousal of her seeping pussy slit. She looked so sweet and tempting in her fetching nakedness. The young slut flashed him a brilliant smile when her mouth opened to moan her wanton appreciation. "Suck me my lord! Yes that's it! Suck it! Oooooo! It's so good! Lick it all over!"

The powerfully built noble eventually moved into position sitting on Magdalin's chest. He forced his long tubular cock down the little' bitch's caressing mouth. He was surprised at how good she was as her lips softly slipped over his shaft and her tongue tasted and twitched over his itchy head. She looked so innocent and angelic as she serviced his tool. Yet her talented mouth betrayed her appearance. It was the knowledgeable and talented mouth of a well trained whore. Soon he was energetically fucking her sucking mouth, urging his meat deeper, making the youngster gag and choke on that warm, slippery meat.

His large, rough hands held her pretty face in place and soon with a loud groan he felt his lust pour into Maggie's wickedly performing mouth.

"Drink it bitch! Swallow it all! Yes! Keep sucking it clean and make it hard again. This is just the beginning. You hot little tart! You're going to get it you bad little fox!"

Magdalin already knew that. Her new patron had paid a pretty hefty amount for her special services and it was definitely for the entire night. She knew from previous encounters that her small holes would be the target next. So she sucked expertly to get him out of her mouth. She didn't really like sucking some big lug's sticky, ill tasting cock. The faster her slurping and moaning got him hard again, the quicker he'd start fucking her cunt and she enjoyed that a lot more.

After all it had been her cunt that had gotten her in trouble in the first place. She'd fucked the wrong man and when he'd refused to marry her, he'd introduced her to this man who owned the establishment she now worked in. The one consolation was that she would be well paid to share her body with many strange men and the man she was with tonight was definitely a strange man. It was more like she sensed it. HE looked at her strangely and he took her as if she was an object. Maggie was a little uneasy but so far she wasn't doing anything differently than was expected by any of her patrons.

With ungentle hands he moved her into the doggie position and slammed his dick right into her tight reluctant anus. She squealed from the sudden pain as he forced it into her with a series of vicious strokes that left her gasping and sobbing. Her whimpers only spurred him on and he took her without any regard for her comfort or pain. All he cared about was getting his itchy cock to bulge and spasm with eagerly craved release. That tight little hole of hers felt so nice. He gripped her legs and forced them apart further as he drilled straight down into her aching anus. At first his strokes were deep and slow as he savored the feel of her soft shit hole. Then he speeded up and he rammed the helpless little tart until she had to bite into her pillow to smother the screams of pain.

Magdalin, also known as Maggie tried to squirm away from the onslaught but his powerful hands held her fast. The young slut could not escape his hard dick. The transfixed whore felt every bit of that huge bulging cock head and the searing pain of her brutally violated little ass rim. After what seemed an eternity she felt him gush his warm lust into her rectum. She sighed with relief as he withdrew from her agonized bum hole.

Unbeknownst to poor little Maggie, Sir Robert was just reaching his stride. Robert pulled the little wench around until she was on her back once again with her sexy legs splayed wide open. He quickly jerked himself hard and invaded her available cunt hole next. This was more to her liking and she giggled with pleasure as he rammed that big cock into her wicked little fuck-hole.

"Put it to me my lord! Fuck me hard! I love it! It's so deep and hard inside me! I'll fuck your cock all night if you want me like this! Yes lord! Yes! Fuck my baby pussy!"

His large, strong fingers gripped her lush tits as he huffed and pumped her like some dog in heat. The evening was still young and as he sliced her cunt with his thick rod he decided to take her again before making the young tramp pay for her sins. He would squirt the bitch twice in her cunt. HE pushed her legs back so he could use them for support and get a little more access into her vaginal wonderland.

"Fuck it you little tart! Work it nasty! I want to feel you fuck you sinful little bitch!"

She obediently lunged and squirmed on it just like she'd been told to do by the other girls that worked in this establishment. Her cunt suddenly quivered and contracted as she had a burst of thrilling rapture. Even though her ass was still sore, her cunt was feeling just fine now. She had her own fierce itch that needed to be relieved and her little hands were gripping his hips, forcing him Deeper.

She hissed out her desire as her body contracted with an approaching, powerful climax. "Fuck me! Just fuck me! Quicker! Christ! Quicker! Oh God! Faster! Oooooo! Oooooo! Oooooo!"

Faster and faster Robert frantically buried his tingling prick into the lively young tart's wiggling cunt. His penetrations were sharp jolts of completely unrestrained license. He savored the soft texture of Maggie's oozing pussy with every churning, circling motion of his pounding pecker. "Work it bitch! Show me how fucking depraved you are wench!"

The hot fuck went on and on as Sir Robert felt the pressure in his balls gradually build to the bursting point. With a loud groan and a shudder he shot his wad into the hot little vixen's fuck hole. She was so tight and winsome he was able to keep right on going. The little tramp was very good. She was a creature of vile sin and he would enjoy her to the full before ending her occupation of wickedness.

Magdalin squealed again as ecstasy jolted through her little pussy and her own lust gushed out of her, soiling them both along with the beddings. "I can see you want to take me all night my lord. Do you like the way I fuck cock? Are you going to squirt into me again?"

She tried to tantalize him to a quick release so she might catch her breath. This was getting to be hard work. He said nothing. He kept pounding into her with a steady rhythm. She felt the thumping and squishing inside her as his cock ravished her insides without respite. She knew he had to have her cunt and he would use her for hours yet but that was all right. He'd paid good money to use her warm and foxy insides. All she had to do now was pace herself so that she could keep up with this lusty animal's rampage.

"Come on you slut! Show me what you like to do! Earn your fucking money!"

She responded by jerking hard on his meat with almost equivalent savagery to his. She panted and moaned but said nothing as she concentrated all her efforts in satisfying this insatiable creature that was romping inside her. What she thought would be easy money was turning out to be a real chore. She?d thought that because of his obvious age, he would tire quickly but he was as randy as a lusty teen. She resigned herself to the fact that she would be fucked sore all night. Her pussy would be ravished and filled with his seed time after time until she would eventually be dismissed. She would be soiled and used and enjoyed like some tasty little dish at a banquet. However the young tart accepted this because she'd entered this dubious profession of her own free will.

He finally lay down on her soft, warm body and gave her a French kiss that almost made her gag. His breath stank of liquor and God knew what else. His tongue and spit slobbered into her mouth and then he groaned as her cunt finally brought him to another spasming completion. Burst after burst of his warm juice shot into her until at last he lay on her apparently spent and satiated. Perhaps now she would get some rest before being taken again.

Suddenly a searing pain erupted from her tits. Before she could scream his fist slammed into her face. Another vicious punch blackened her right eye. In that mind shattering moment she somehow realized he'd bitten deep into her left breast and it was warm with sticky blood. She caught a glimpse at his eyes. They were glazed and shining with an insane glow. His mouth was gritted in a toothy grin and then another powerful fist sent her had reeling as her other cheek reddened from the impact.

"You fucking harlot! You little bitch! I'll teach you! You wicked filthy sinful witch!"

Somehow she got a blood curdling scream out before he practically buried his fist into her stomach.

He relished the way her soft flesh gave way under his vicious attack. She gasped with pain and then she couldn't breathe. A second and a third plunging slam exploded into her belly. She tried to claw him with her fingers but she lacked the strength. His hand slapped her face so hard that her ears rang and she still couldn't breathe from the stunning pain in her stomach.

Unbelievably his big cock was still inside her cunt and it was hard with new arousal as his fist did more and more damage. He would show this little sin slut a lesson in basic morality. When he got through with her she would be so ugly she would never be looked at by another man again assuming she even survived.

Crack! Another vicious slap rang across her face. Blood was spurting from her nose and cut lips. Magdalin was helpless. Tears flooded from her swollen eyes as she tried to cover her face with her small arms. Somehow she got out another pathetic scream.

The merciless beating went on and still it was not enough. He was in a blood frenzy now. He was only aware of his fists and the helpless creature beneath him. Yet another brutal slam went into her stomach and she almost threw up with that impact.

Robert laughed with insane glee. He was killing this little tart and he enjoyed it. He was going to take this wench's soul and send it right to perdition where it belonged. As he raised his fist once again there was sudden blackness! *********

Edwin wasn't all that thrilled about being interrupted from a very delightful adventure inside frolicking Anne. With reluctance he slowly removed his cock from her oozing cunt after several more urgent lunges. God she was hard to resist.

He smiled at his new mistress, "You just wait right here my sweet. When I come back I expect you and your lovely sister to give me some more attention."

Anne gripped his wet cock with her hand. "I'll be ready my lord. It feels so good when you sport with me."

Hurriedly he got dressed and strapped his sword on. Then he went down to the courtyard. Will was waiting for him at the foot of the steps and only the gleam in his eyes gave any hint that he'd known what his master's son was up to behind closed doors. "There be men from castle Westbrook here to see you Edwin."

Edwin arched an eyebrow in obvious curiosity. "Bid them approach"

Moments later several knights dismounted and greeted their new host. "Good evening master Edwin. My name is Sir Richard Chatterton."

Edwin bowed with respect. "I've heard your father speak much of you. Tis an honor indeed to be of service to you. You are welcome to our hospitality such as it is. Will, get food and drink for these men if you please. As for you Lord Westbrook, It is a pleasure to meet you at last."

Richard gave a brief grin that was supposed to pass for a smile. "Good even to you, squire Edwin. I've heard much of you as well. We thank you for your hospitality."

Soon Richard's men and horses were properly taken care of. The two noblemen retired to Edwin's richly furnished room. They were casually sipping wine while they sat near an open hearth with a fire cheerfully warming the chamber.

"So what brings you to castle Cranwell good Sir Richard?"

Chatterton was pensive for a moment. HE was a pretty shrew judge of character and this young man seemed right as rain. "When I got back from France I checked around the stables as well as questioning guards and servants. It would seem that the squires were up to no good especially while my father was away on the king's business."

"I'm not sure what you are referring to but Fitzgibbon and I did not hit it off. I'm glad to see the back of him."

Richard gulped down some more wine before replying. "So I understand. I was informed by several dependable sources and some others not so dependable that while my father was in London you were regularly visiting his wife Gwendolyn for prolonged visits of bed sport. Is that true?"

Edwin's face flushed red and he nodded. "It be true milord. It was by her command."

Richard raised his eyebrows. "Oh, how so?"

"I was ordered to attend her supposedly for courtly training and etiquette. During my first visit she mentioned that she wanted to make certain that I knew how to treat ladies of quality in the proper fashion. If her example is to be taken seriously, than it would seem that ladies of quality are no better than common whores when it comes to private meetings with gentlemen."

Richard almost choked on his wine. When he recovered from several guffaws he retorted, "God's little wounds! Gwendolyn is a Welsh witch with the morals of an alley cat in heat! You must not give any credence to her example unless it be the proper conduct once you've taken a wife. I've always abhorred the loose behavior of these knights who claim courtly virtue while ramming their cock into the nearest wench. I understand you are currently being serviced by two such women of sin yourself. Is that true?"

Edwin sighed, "Actually it was two. Now it be four. They flock to me like hens to a rooster."

Richard shook his head. "No wonder my brother Godfrey sent you hence. Well it's your castle and your life but I wouldn't tolerate such scandal in my own place. Four wenches indeed!"

Edwin poured some more wine for both of them and waited for Richard to go on. "Well Edwin Bellamy there's more to my visit then telling you what I found out concerning your amorous activities."

Edwin asked, "Oh pray tell, and what be that?"

Richard became stony and deadly serious. His face suddenly looked gray and his eyes flashed with barely controlled rage. "Someone murdered my father!"

Edwin looked at Richard in utter astonishment. His mouth fell open. "Murdered? Christ Jesu!? The devil you say! God's wounds! How?"

Richard's voice became dangerously soft and his diction became formally precise. "Somebody tampered with my father's saddle cinch. It was weakened probably by a knife so that it would break when my father was riding."

There was a long moment of uneasy silence.

Edwin sipped some more wine before answering. "So that is why you came out here. You consider me a possible perpetrator of this despicable act. Well let me tell you something. Sir Thomas Chatterton was a gentleman of incomparable virtue and manners. He was kind, just and remarkable. I would have given my life to defend his person in battle."

Richard looked deep into Edwin's frank eyes. "Perhaps but you cannot deny you slept with his wife. Isn't it possible you wanted her permanently?"

Edwin sighed, "My good lord, it was Gwendolyn who told me to get packing and that was shortly before your father's return from London. I was in bad straights for some four months with a broken arm I received from the whore sons Fitzgibbon and Laroy. This accidental murder or whatever you wish to call it happened long after my relations had ended with Gwen. Besides I was being luxuriously serviced by two prime whores so why in blazes would I do such a perfidious thing? Everyone who has a pea wit knows that you would inherit the castle. I suspect that if anyone were stupid enough to try to dislodge your inheritance you would have gotten an army from the king and removed the culprit before he lived long enough to learn any sort of lesson. We all know what kind of a brave soldier you've been in France. Only a village idiot would try to challenge your claim. Christ man even if you were in the wrong, they wouldn't live to tell about it and you're not in the wrong!"

Richard looked into the fire with gleaming eyes. "That's very true. So that brings us back to the question. Who killed my father and why?"