The Gingerbread Dungeon (10 page)

“Do you think that if you get rid of me, it will be easy to find another woman so willing to tell you what to do?” She pushed Johannes down onto his back and straddled him, holding his hands down with her own.

“Do you think,” she continued, rubbing her warm wet heat against the growing hardness at his crotch, “another woman will let you crawl before her and worship her feet?”

Johannes moaned as she stuck her tongue in his ear and continued, “Do you think the good girls of the village will fill your hungry pink ass with their dainty little hands?”

“If you do…” Maya rolled off him and stood, letting her skirts fall, “then I suppose you should sell my indentures to another man. I suspect he’d be very happy with his purchase.”

“Please, Maya. Don’t go!” Johannes reached for her from the ground.

“Will you give me what I asked?” Maya cocked her eyebrow at him.

“Boots? A whip? Anything, so long as you’ll stay to use them on me.” His voice was as desperate and as needy as his cock where it was straining in his pants.

Maya laughed deeply, “I think that I can agree to that.” Then she spread her lower lips with her fingers and, kneeling down so that her legs pinned his arms above his head, slowly lowered her body to his mouth.

In the warm, dark shadows beneath her skirts, Johannes put his tongue to work, alternatively sucking Maya’s large, plump clitoris the way he knew she loved with plunging his tongue into the heat of her pussy to taste the intoxicating flavor of her fluids.

Maya moaned as Johannes pleasured her, and she slowly unlaced the front of his breeches to let his cock spring free. She caressed him with her nails and grinned as he shuddered beneath her.

“I want to use this later,” she said, working him with her hand. “So you’d better stay hard and ready for me.”

He moaned and began to suck and nibble on her more enthusiastically as she continued. “If you come too soon and can’t fuck me, I will be very disappointed.”

There was a mumble from underneath her skirts.

“What was that?” Maya asked, releasing Johannes’ lips from their joyful imprisonment in her warm, wet folds.

“It’s hard, ma’am,” Johannes repeated.

“Yes, I can feel that.” Maya grinned, stroking him more enthusiastically.

“No, ma’am. I mean that I’m afraid I’ll come before you’re ready for me.” Johannes moaned and gritted his teeth as she pressed one finger tightly against the hole at the tip of his cock before spreading the slick fluids she found there around its head.

“Well then you’d better get back to work.” Maya lowered her body back onto his face. “You can fuck me after I’ve had my first orgasm and not a second before.”

Although Maya would not have thought it possible, Johannes’ mouth became even more enthusiastic at her command, licking, sucking, and tickling her clit in a way that finally distracted her too much to tease him any more so that she simply ground her pussy against his face until she came in a gush of heat.

When she climbed off of him, Johannes’ face was red, and he was gasping for air.

Lying down in the sun-warmed grass behind him, she raised her skirts, spread her legs, and said, “You have something I want. Come here and give it to me.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Johannes replied and, pushing down his breeches, slowly sunk the thick length of his cock into her welcoming folds.

Maya moaned at the sensation but before he could begin to thrust, she grabbed his ass tightly with her hands and held him deep within her body. “No coming until I’m done with you,” she said, digging her nails into his tight round buttocks. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Johannes’ voice was tight. “But please may I fuck you now?”

“Yes you may.” Maya smiled and threw back her head at the sensations as he finally began to move within her.

Maya had the miller’s son fuck her to one orgasm that way, directing his thrusts with her hands, before climbing up on top of him and using him for a second and then a third orgasm. Then, finally satiated, she gave him permission to come while thrusting his cock between her smooth, muscular thighs.

As they cleaned up in the cool stream that flowed not so far away from the King’s road, Maya realized that she was beginning to formulate a plan.

The next day, Johannes went into town with a tracing of Maya’s delicate, bare feet and, after spending a good portion of his carefully hoarded gold, returned with a bullwhip and a pair of very well-made thigh-high calfskin boots.

“These weren’t exactly what I had in mind,” Maya said as she tried them after her bath “but at least they seem comfortable.” She started to pace around the small grove where they were encamped.

“Maya, can you just stand there for a moment?”

When she looked up, she found that Johannes’ eyes were fixed at the joining of her thighs where her smooth, black pubic hair was perfectly framed by the soft dark leather that stopped only inches below and that his cock was already straining against his pants.

Then again
, she grinned to herself as she began to grow wet from the sight of his instant arousal,
perhaps they will work better than I thought.

“Before I leave to arrange your fortune,” Maya beckoned to Johannes and pointed to the ground before her. “I think it might be a good idea for you to put the tongue that is hanging out of your mouth to good use.” She looked down to where his cock was already out and in his hand. “Just don’t mess up the boots.”

When Johannes had performed to her satisfaction, she smacked him on the ass, got dressed, curled the whip into her pack, and set off down the King’s road to see what she could see.

****

Maya had decided that the surest course for ensuring Johannes’ future, and by extension her own, was to try to marry him off to one of the lesser nobles. She simply needed to identify the perfect woman – one who would be excited by the possibility of exercising control over a handsome, docile husband and wealthy enough that she could afford to marry a merchant’s son.

Although Maya had no expectation that her task would be easy, she had at least formulated a plan for identifying potential targets. She would look for a place as a maid at the palace, listen to the servant’s gossip until she found a likely woman, and then insinuate herself into the lady’s good graces. If she was lucky, it would be a simple matter of time and persuasion to find Johannes a wealthy wife.

Several hours after starting her journey, Maya arrived at the King’s palace tired, hungry, and hoping to take the first steps towards a life of financial security. After doing what she could to make herself look like a woman in desperate need of a position she started by knocking on the kitchen door.

The young woman who answered it was clearly a scullery maid – harried looking, covered in flour, and with a brown stain on her mob cap that Maya could only hope had started off as gravy and not something more sinister.

“Are you looking for kitchen work?” she asked hopefully, taking in Maya’s coarse servant garb and the shadows she had painted in the hollows of her cheeks.

“If there is some to have,” Maya replied. “My former employer has passed on and I have lost my place.”

The young woman yanked her in through the doorway. “You’ve come at the perfect time. We’ve lost two girls this week.”

“Is the cook such a tyrant, then?” Maya asked.

“Oh no,” the scullery maid replied. “It’s the Princess. She’s been in an utter bear of a mood since her father sent away her favorite stable boy.” The girl hesitated. “But I shouldn’t talk about that. Here. Take an apron, and start kneading that dough.”

Maya smiled to herself and did as she was told. It seemed, perhaps, that she might not have been aiming her ambitions high enough.

By the time they retired to two of the straw pallets in a dark corner behind the stove, exhausted and stuffed with the leavings of the dinner they had prepared for the castle’s residents, Maya and the scullery maid, Amanda, had become fast friends.

“Are you sure that the other girls didn’t leave because the cook was a tyrant?” Maya asked Amanda as she rubbed the skin of her aching hands.

“She’s not really that bad. It’s just that there’s too much work for each of us when there isn’t any more help.”

“Why did the others leave again?” Maya tried to keep her tone casual.

“Well…” Amanda giggled in a conspiratorial fashion. “Sarah left after the Princess turned her over her knee and spanked her for bringing in a cold pastry.”

“She spanked her?” Maya forced herself to sound shocked instead of amused.

“I know!” Amanda’s voice was horrified. “I couldn’t believe it either.” She dropped her voice to a whisper, “but there were rumors she used to do it all the time to that stable boy her father fired… and that he liked it.”

“Goodness!” Maya was glad it was dark enough that Amanda couldn’t see the grin that was starting to form across her face.

“The other stories aren’t nearly as exciting. Elizabeth left after she got scalded when the Princess threw a bowl of soup at her, and Jane walked off after the Princess tossed a book at her head because she brought the wrong flavored pastry for Her Highness’ afternoon tea.”

“Why do you stay?” Maya asked.

“I need the money.” Amanda sighed. “Besides, the King is a good man, and the Princess was a kind and generous woman until this whole mess started. I’m hoping that he’ll soon succeed in his quest to marry her off so that everything can go back to the way it used to be.” 

“Is he looking for a husband for her, then?” Maya asked quietly.

“He has been for years, but so far she’s rejected all of them.” She sighed again.

“Don’t give up hope, Amanda.” Maya reached out and put her hand on the other woman’s arm. “Maybe things are about to change.”

Amanda yawned and then rolled onto her side and pulled up her blanket. “I’m glad you’re here to help.”

Maya smiled in the dark, and the sincerity in her voice shone through clearly as she replied. “So am I.”

The next day, Maya volunteered to be the one to bring the Princess her tea, a task Amanda was more than willing to cede to her hands.

When she entered the Princess’ chamber with her tray of foodstuffs, a curt voice emerged from the dressing room instructing her to “Put it down and leave.”

Maya laid out the tea on the table that was clearly waiting for it, but instead of leaving she walked back over to the door and closed it, remaining inside.

At the sound of the latch, the Princess emerged from her dressing room, and she had almost reached the table before she saw Maya standing by the door and started back.

“Who are you, and what are you still doing here?” she asked.

Maya curtsied deeply at the surprisingly beautiful young woman who stood before her, with thick red hair and sea green eyes. “My name is Maya, Your Highness, and I have the solution to all your problems.”

“What does a servant like you know of my problems?” the Princess snorted and started to turn away to her tea.

“I know the joy of feeling a young man’s ass open before the slow pressure of my fingers.”

Maya’s soft words made the Princess gasp and look at her in shock.

Maya slowly rose as she continued to speak. “I know how good it feels to put a man over my knee and beat him until he begs me to stop. I know the satisfaction of being fucked as long as I want, the way that I want, without regard for my partner’s desires.”

The Princess stepped back towards the table, and sat down hard in one of the chairs.

“And...” Now standing above the Princess, Maya held the woman’s gaze tightly with her own. “I know the man who is going to be your future husband.”

The Princess looked at Maya where she stood strong and confident before her, and slowly the shocked expression on her face began to transform into a grin. When she had collected herself, she gestured to the chair that stood across from her own. “Would you care to join me for tea?”

Maya smiled knowingly back at her. “Your Highness, it would be my pleasure.”

“Call me Petra.” The Princess smiled. “I can already tell that you are going to become a dear friend.”

As the two women sat and dined on the beautiful sandwiches and pastries Maya had helped to prepare that morning, they talked.

“Who is this man whom you would have me wed?” Petra asked, nibbling delicately on a marzipan flower.

“My master,” Maya bowed her head, “the Marquis de Carabas.”

“Your
master
?” The Princess’ voice conveyed her disbelief.

“Only in that I am bound to him as his indentured servant.” Maya smiled. “In all other things…”

“Then he has sent you here?”

“To find him a wife,” Maya interrupted. “He has, for some reason, had a great deal of trouble locating one who he can trust to perform her wifely duties in the ways he desires.”

“What exactly might those desires be?”

“To be used at her whim and for her pleasure. To be beaten, denied, and fucked as she chooses. To be allowed to worship her body in the way he knows she deserves.”

Maya could feel herself growing warm and wet at the memories of Johannes providing such service to her.