Well here we are, chapter 2. Yea! I'll try not to be to long winded this time. Standard rules apply. Dont read if under the age of 18 (cough). Dont read if two guys touching each others "private parts" will offend you. Dont yell at me if for some reason you read anyway and get offended. DO email me and let me know what you think, good or bad. And like I said before, this story is not inteded to have any reflection on the Roman Catholic Church, so there. Enjoy and dont forget to send me your thoughts.
Crazy Days, Wild Knights Chapter 2
I can't tell you how happy I was that few dishes were harmed in the struggle. I managed to clean up rather quickly, my fear of the Dark Clothed One's friend spurring me on. Most of our patrons left after the fight. I wasn't surprised. Soon there was but only the few people left talking quietly at a single table. And as usual Barley had let all the other barmaids go, he didn't own them. I just finished cleaning off the last table when he called for me from behind the bar. I took a deep breath and walked over to him, preparing myself. It was always the same, just like everything else in my life. I reached him and turned away.
"Is the kitchen clean?" he asked as he walked up close behind me.
"Yes Master." was my response as I felt his arms slip under mine.
"Dishes done?"
"Yes Master." He didn't even bother with my chest tonight, his hands going straight for my pants.
"Food all put away?" I felt his callused hands slide inside my pants and roughly grab a hold of me.
"Yes Master." My eyes closed tightly and despite my best efforts I began to harden in his grip. There was very little that was even remotely attractive about Barley and yet every night this would happen. I was glad to feel his hands slide around to grip my rear. He was tired tonight.
"Good. Now go to bed." He released me and I ran quickly for the stairs. I was always thankful that Barley only wanted to touch. I could stomach that. I went into my room and closed the door behind me. And with a great sigh of relief I removed my tattered clothing. This was the only freedom I had. The few brief moments to myself where I could try and enjoy my existence. I sat on my cot in the corner and stared at my small bare room. At least Barley was kind enough to give me a small table finally. No chair though. I stretched a bit and then got up to put out the candle. I returned to my cot and slipped under my small blanket and let my eyes adjust to the darkness. I watched the small bit of moonlight come in through the little window at the top of the wall. I only called it that in jest, as it was less a window, and more of a small hole in the wall Barley had put there. He didn't trust me with a window. That thought made it all the more startling when I finally noticed the crouched, cloaked figure sitting in the corner. I sat up quickly yet the figure remained motionless. When it spoke at last I was paralyzed with fear.
"So, you can see me." It was a male voice. Deep and resonant. This was not good.
"Y...y...yes I can. Who are you and what are you doing here? How did you get in?" I tried my best not to show how afraid I really was. The man merely chuckled as he stood. My best wasn't good enough.
"My name is Xann. I am hiding from those that wish me harm. And I used the door of course." Man was this guy straightforward.
"You're friends with that man the Clergy took away, aren't you?"
"Yes.... you could say that." I could hear the sorrow in his voice.
"I am sorry they took him."
"There was little that you or I could do about it." He took a few steps towards me and I shrank back by reflex and he stopped moving. "Do not fear me little one. I will not harm you."
"How do I know that?"
"Were my feelings so inclined, I would have done so by now. If nothing else, I would have done so before you spotted me."
"I would believe that if you were not surprised to be spotted."
"Fair enough.... So what is your name little one?"
"I am not that little, and my name is Nym." He gave me an amused chuckle. I was that little, I just made up for it with a big attitude
"So you aren't. My apologies. How long have you worked at this inn?"
"My whole life. Barley raised me when I was born."
"So your mother was a slave to him as well?" I had to look away from him, I couldn't help it.
"Yes.... she was." I forced my emotions away as best I could. Never good to let a stranger get to close.
"You don't like being a slave, I presume?'
"Would you?"
"No, I didn't enjoy it either." I could have sworn he smiled at the look on my face, but I couldn't be certain.
"You were a slave?" I kept my voice hushed in case someone was listening. Clergy always kills slaves that escape, on sight. No Judgment, just death.
"I couldn't have been much older than you when I was set free." He also spoke quieter now.
"How did you escape?"
"A wonderful friend." Now he looked away from me.
"The same friend who was taken tonight?"
"The same."
"Where they after him because of you?" It was a sin to free slaves. The church said it was wrong to remove anyone from his or her station in life. Slaves were always slaves, nobles were always nobles. So it was always the same people in power. Go figure.
"Yes. Various other reasons but that was the main one. He has been freeing slaves all over the land."
"Wait. Then that means the he is...." He cut me off.
"Killnar. Yes." Killnar was a widely know heretic, at least that's what the church called him. Everyone knew of him, but few ever saw him. Most slaves and common folk saw him as a freedom fighter. Some even spoke that he was freeing slaves to rebel against the Nobles and the Church. There was no official name for this so called army, but as gossip happens, people gave it a name anyway. The Knights of Killnar.
"So you are a Knight of Killnar?" He chuckled again.
"Does everyone call us that?"
"Just about. Oh there are so many questions I want to......." There was a loud bang on my door that quickly grabbed my attention.
"NYM!" Barley. I almost died on the spot and scuttled into the far corner of my bed. I looked to see that Xann had already vacated to a new hiding spot, strangely he was just crouched in another corner. Barley opened the door and came in followed by several Clergy who walked in behind him. That's was it, I am dead.
"Nym, Bishop Rose would like to speak with you." The Bishop was walking to me as Barley spoke. I cowered in the corner as he approached. Barley quickly barked at me.
"Show some respect boy!"
I jumped up and bowed on reflex, revealing my naked form for all to see. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks. I prayed he would let me sit back down. He didn't. He reached out and put his gauntlet-covered hand under my chin, tilting my face up for examination.
"You look like an observant boy. Tell me. You watched the incident downstairs tonight, did you not?"
"Yes your Eminence."
"And did you see when the heathen first walked in?"
"Uh...No your Eminence. It was busy, and I was trying my best to keep up." I hesitated to long, and I knew it. He turned to the others.
"Leave us." I think all the color drained from me. The others left including Barley. When darkness took the room again, I had a quick chance to check and see if Xann had left too. He looked like he hadn't moved a muscle. Bishop Rose took off his helmet. All I could think about was what the sword would feel like when he cut me open.
"Now boy, you wouldn't lie to the Lord, our God, would you?" He took off his gauntlets and his cloak. I would have asked for Heavens help then if it didn't seem so inappropriate.
"No your Eminence."
"And you know that lying to me would be the same as lying to Him, right?" His voice almost sounded comforting as he knelt down so that he was at my eye level. He appeared to be average age for his rank. Thirty winters at most. His hair was short and straight, a tradition among Bishops, and was a light brown color I think. His face was slim with a prominent chin and cheekbones. His teeth were perfect in every way. So straight and white, they even reflected a bit of the moonlight. But his eyes..... His eyes were blue, ice blue. And looked so uncaring in spite of the smile on his face. He could see right though my soul, I could feel it. He almost would have been pleasant to look at if not for the coldness in his eyes.
"Yes your Eminence." He reached out again and touched me with his bare hand, running it across my jaw line. His touch was astonishingly warm.
"To think that God would bless a slave in such a way." I knew better than to respond. "Tell me boy, what work do you do here?" At that point, I knew he wasn't going to kill me. But at the same time, I wished he would have.
"I...I...uh.. help Master Barley with serving customers."
"In the just the tavern, or upstairs as well." There was no way out of this. I would have to serve him. And worse yet, I knew Xann was watching, and was just as helpless as I. Barley was not going to be happy. He hates when anybody gets something free in his inn. And since he couldn't argue with Clergy, I would taste his wrath in their place.
"Both your Eminence." His smile, much to my surprise due to the physical limitations of his face, grew in size.
"And how long have you served Barley?" His hand trailed down my neck and ran across my collarbone.
"My whole life, fourteen winters Sir." His hand dropped down onto my chest. He kept his touch as soft and gentle. No person in my life had ever been so gentle with my body, and I had the scars to prove the fact. A gasp got away from me when he ran over my nipple.
"So I take it you have been well trained."
"I tried my best to learn as much and as well I could." This was truth. But such was my life. He stopped when he reached my waist, much to my disappointment.
"Turn." My heart sank. He was toying with me. He cared not for my feelings, just like everyone else. He merely lowered my defenses to lure me into a false sense of comfort. I turned and did what I could to prepare my mind and body. I could avert most pain by focusing my thoughts onto something else. From behind me I heard the sound of him stand and metal unlatching. I never in my life doubted why Armour had easy access areas. Clergy on the front lines to the South were notorious for stopping in the middle of combat whenever a fleeing woman was spotted. My thoughts were brought back when he grabbed me roughly by the hair. It didn't hurt anymore, I was used to it. But his voice that was dripping with frost, sent chills up my spine at the same time I felt a great warmth begin to split my backside.
"I know that you know where the heathens companion is or were he went. This is your last chance to tell me. Do so, and only your body will pay the price for your sin. Tell me not and this will only be the first step down the road of your suffering." He spoke slowly and quietly making sure each syllable had its effect on my ears. I made it a point in my life never to cross Clergy, ever. I did what they told me, and they let me be.
"I saw him..." But when I thought of the sorrow Xann had felt when they dragged Killnar away, of what I felt for the Knights of Killnar and what they stood for, the hopes of being free, and for wishing the freedom of others.... "I saw him just after you carried the heathen away. I couldn't see his face and he vanished into thin air. He must have used Dark Arts to escape." For the first time in my life, I took a chance. I put myself on the edge.
"I will Judge you personally, heathen child." His grip on my hair tightened as he picked me up by my hair. Pain shot through my head, forcing my eyes shut. His other arm wrapped around my waist to hold me in place. I felt him enter me and was thankful that I met several soldiers that were more blessed by God than him not long ago. He stepped forward two strides and slammed me into the wooden wall. Both his hands shifted to my shoulder blades and pressed. He used the wall to support the bulk of my weight while he pounded me into it. My own manhood, which hung freely thanks to years of practiced mental control, was fortunately spared from being crushed. He kept me there for what must have been five minutes. Every thrust was a slow and deliberate attempt to cause as much pain as possible. He apparently wasn't listening when I told him I was well trained. I clenched myself around him to fake the impression of being tight. The illusion was complete when I grunted or whined or made other sounds of enduring pain.
When he speed up his thrusts I knew his mindset had switched from dispensing justice to a sinner, to seeking his own release. He was mine from that point on. I can't even begin to describe what it was like to know I was in charge of a man who was supposed to hold so much power. I started to tighten and relax in time with him, rocking my hips back into him at the appropriate time. If he noticed, his mind gave the fact barely a glance. He may be a Bishop, but he was still a man. And there is a point when all any man can think about, is release. And release he did, with a final thrust, and a thanks to God, he shot his seed clean into me. Like the professional I was, I milked him as dry as I could with my talents, using a wave like pulsation. When he finally let me go, he was trying his best to breathe. I fell onto my knees. My servant nature taking back over when I turned to face him. He was still panting.
"Wh...wh...who taught you that?"
"No one person Sir, just years of practice."
"Maybe...maybe we wont have to Judge you. God has given you many gifts, he must have done so for a purpose." It was then I saw Xann moving and I gasped. Bishop Rose gave me a curious look. "What is it?" I covered.
"You aren't going to judge me? Then what shall I do?" I already knew the answer.
"You will have to become my servant and work off your sins." Yeah, I knew what that meant. I would pay in sweat, blood, and sex. I was glad that I saw the moonlight reflect off the knives that Xann held in both hands. The must have reflected on my face cause Bishop Rose reached for his own blade. Xann was faster. Way faster, I barely saw the blur before Xann had a blade resting at the Bishops neck and the other against the still exposed hanging sack.
"Should you move or scream, your Eminence, I shall have no choice but to sever both your diseased lifelines. And guess which one would be first? Now, away with the sword." The Bishop removed his sword from its sheath and tossed it onto my cot.
"So you must be Xann."
"I am. What does it matter to you?"
"For one whose sole purpose in life is to cleanse away all heathens that would threaten the Church, finding the right hand man of the most wanted heathen alive matters."
"Heathen. You toss that word like its ale. After watching this display, I would say you are as 'heathen' as I."
"The boy lied before me and God. He had to be punished."
"Good excuse. I think you were just looking for a bit of refreshment. In fact, I know it. You had your black heart set on this boy a good time earlier this evening."
"And what proof have you?"
"None. Just my thoughts. But that is all the proof you needed when you judged and killed thousands."
"You wont leave here alive. I will see to that."
"Watch me." And with that he turned to me. "You have two choices Nym. You can stay, they will judge you, they will find you guilty, and they will rape, torture and kill you. Or.... you can go with me." Now even for one as loyal and obedient as me, that was not a hard choice to make.
"Lets get out of here." I only had time to grab my large shirt before he kicked open my door....
Well there you have it. Now things get really interesting (insert evil grin here). For all those that I know are going to ask anyways, I have good news. Chapter 3 is already finsihed and is in the process of being edited as I type. I plan on waiting a few days to let the cliffhanger simmer a bit (I love cliffhangers). So it should only be a few days before its posted. Remember, good things come to those who wait. :-) Let me know what you think at DivineGlow@aol.com Thanks for all the support.