Message-ID: <32244asstr$999033003@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20010828181456.52059.qmail@web14308.mail.yahoo.com> From: Anon Sacto MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii X-ASSTR-Arrival-Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 11:14:56 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Droit De Seigneur {Anoninsac} (Mf historical) Date: Tue, 28 Aug 2001 17:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, kelly Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. Author Anoninsac. Non-commercial re-posts to ASSM or similar venues are allowed provided copyright information remains on the re-posted story. Please do not delete the copyright information. No commercial reprints are authorized. The author appreciates constructive criticism at anoninsac-nospam@yahoo.com, remove the nospam for e-mail address. Any errors in typing are strictly the fault of the keyboard. I know I hit the right key. If you liked this story see my other stories at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/anoninsac/www WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual activity between men and women, or women and women. No testing on animals was involved in the production of this story. Some of the participants in the story may be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read sexual materials immediately delete this from your computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18 please continue to pretend you don't know about sex and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing numbers so that we have more young single mothers raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please do not masturbate while reading this story in public places as this can excite the authorities into rash conduct and result in grave consequences for you. Droit de Seigneur The procession wound up the path from the village to the Manor house. The Lord of the Manor stood looking out the window at the villagers dancing up the lane. They were well along in their liquid celebrations. The bride was at the head of the procession. She was carrying a small bouquet of wildflowers and had some ribbon wound in her hair. She's not unattractive, the Lord thought. She had washed her face and hands for her wedding celebration. This might be a pleasant night. Droit de Seigneur, the Right of the Lord. Lord Otto, the eighth of his line to hold this fief in fealty to the Count Burgundy smiled. Every bride was brought on her wedding eve to the manor where they spent their first night of marriage in his bed. Last year the Burgher of the village had arranged to have his daughter wed the week that Lord Otto made his annual trek to the seat of the Count to reaffirm his loyalty and present gifts to the Count and Countess. It was a nuisance and an expensive custom but one, which the lords of the province knew, was in their best interests. Lord Otto returned to find the Burgher's daughter married and the village in an uproar. It seems the Burgher's daughter knowing that as the Burgher's daughter she would of course spend her first night at the Lord's manor had dallied with a boy in the village. Her new husband's family had taken umbrage that his new wife was no longer virgin. They had risked the displeasure of the Lord to assure just that. The Burgher and the bridegroom's father had come to blows in the village square. Since then the village families were much more careful when their daughter seemed to look forward to her night in the Manor knowing it covered a multitude of sins. A smile crossed his face as he thought back. He had come into the title young. Our Most Gracious Heavenly Father had called his father, the seventh of the line, in the spring of Otto's seventeenth year. He had been the Lord for over twenty years. How many girls had been brought to him since then? Scores certainly. He was no longer surprised when a virgin bride seemed to know more than would be expected. Many of them rutted like a stoat in heat. Oh yes, the Droit de Seigneur covered a multitude of sins. This girl seemed as though she might really be a virgin. She looked to have no more than thirteen years. It was much more usual for a bride to be fourteen or fifteen. One lass last winter had been eighteen on her wedding day. But she had no dowry and was ugly as well so her late marriage was not unexpected. He should be heading down to the entrance hall. Custom demanded that he personally welcome the girl. He turned from the window and looked over his chamber. His wife had thoughtfully turned down the bed. His was, of course, a marriage of convenience. She was the first daughter of a neighboring lord and the marriage was in partial payment for a trading right conferred by his father-in-law to his father. She had given him three sons and two daughters before her womb had dried up. She was quite happy now as the lady of the manor entertaining wandering minstrels and wives of the Burghers in the villages of his fief. She encouraged him to find his entertainment as he could. The nunnery in the province was a good place to find such entertainment. The nuns offered services for a fee. Saint Tomas Aquinas, following Saint Augustine's advice, had encouraged the church to establish brothels and many Bishops, realizing the monetary possibilities of such services, had readily agreed. St. Tomas hadn't reckoned with the ecclesiastical authorities turning nunneries into brothels to accomplish this purpose. Between the Droit de Seigneur, the nuns and some widows who could always use a chicken for the pot he found his appetites well satisfied. Arriving in the Great Hall, Otto was pleased to see the wedding procession was being escorted to the hall. The father stepped forward. "Milord. I wish to present my daughter, Anne." Otto stepped forward and accepted the bows. "I am most pleased to meet your daughter. How may I be of service?" "Milord. My daughter has this day been trothed to Heinrich the farmer who has much land in grapes and is a loyal bondsman of the manor. It would be a great boon to all if you were to bestow your blessing on this happy event." Otto looked at the girl, her head down demurely. She was a fair girl but did look young to be wed. "I will bestow my blessing on this union." The processioners shouted their approval. Otto raised his hands to quiet them. "Chamberlain. Ho Chamberlain. Serve my guests wine in the courtyard." To even greater shouts, "All are invited to the courtyard to join in the celebration." The rough men trooped out to the courtyard singing lewd drinking songs and making crude jests about the coming night. The father stayed behind until the tumult had quieted. He took his daughter's hand. "Daughter." She glanced up. "Tonight you serve the lord of the manor. Do not embarrass your mother or me." "Father, I will not." He patted her hand. "You are a good daughter." He turned to Lord Otto. "Milord. She is my only daughter..." "Good man. I will treat her as one of my own manor. She will have honor this eve." Bowing, "Thank you Milord." He took a last look at his daughter and retreated to the courtyard. In the courtyard the manor servants were pouring every man a tankard of wine and sending them on their way. Otto turned to Anne. "Come. We will have food." She followed behind as he headed down a hall to the dining room. The table was being set with food as he entered. Taking his seat at the table he motioned her to sit at his left, the seat of honor. It was the only night of her life when she would attain such honors. It was a moment to be treasured. She sat in the high-backed chair and stared at her plate. "Come girl, look up. You can't eat staring at the plate." "Yes Milord." She looked around the room. All these servants. What would it be like to live this way? As a peasant she was virtually indentured to the Manor. Her life mapped at her birth. Marriage, children and an early demise all accompanied by unremitting toil. Otto drew a tray to him with a roast pullet on it. He daintily tore off one leg and set it on her plate. The other leg he ripped off and set on his own. He wiped his greasy hands on the table before grabbing the leg and setting to. Anne gazed at the Lord appreciative of his manners. She took the leg in hand and started eating. It was long since she had this much meat at a meal. Meat was usually reserved for feast days and even then was sparing. Otto ripped the flesh from the bones proud that at his advanced age of thirty-seven he still had all his teeth. "How is the pullet girl?" "It is wonderful Milord. It is many months since we had such in our house." "Good then. Eat your fill. It will give you strength for the night." Anne blushed. "Don't blush girl. This eve is not for blushing virgins. Tonight you'll straddle the Lord of the Manor and in the morn be a woman indeed." He grabbed the flagon of wine and poured a cup full for himself. He set the flagon down for Anne. She poured some in her cup and then poured water in to top it off in the manner of the peasants. Otto belched loudly to show his appreciation for the meal before tearing off another handful of pullet and setting it on his plate. Out of the common bowl he grabbed some stewed vegetable and set those on Anne's plate and some on his. He continued to attack the food until he was full. Anne had downed her share of the food as well. He sat back pleased that he girl had enjoyed the repast. He wiped the grease from his beard on his hand and then on the table. He filled her cup from the flagon and topped off his. "Drink it pure girl. This is fine wine from my own estate." "Thank you Milord. I have never had better." Otto smiled. He was passionate about his wine. "Indeed so girl. Those lackeys in Bordeaux brag about the foul slop they call wine. Here," he said pointing at the flagon. "Here is wine that our own Lord Jesus would serve on his Heavenly table. Why, everyone knows that it was good Burgundy wine that was shipped to Jerusalem and served by Our Lord at the Last Supper. The Benedictine abbot has told me that the grapes came from this region. Maybe from my own demesne." He downed his cup in a gulp, "Ahhh. This is nectar of the Gods indeed." Otto sat back pleased with the dinner. "Have you had enough food girl?" "Yes Milord. I could not eat again for many days." "Hah. We'll see if you still say that after our work this eve. Come morn I expect you'll have revived your appetite. Don't you blush girl." Anne looked down to hide her face. "Hmm, perhaps by the morn you'll not be blushing at every turn." Otto stood up from the table. "Come girl." Anne stood and followed Otto down a hall and then up a flight of stairs. Down another hall Otto stopped in front of a great wooden door. He pushed it open and stood aside. He motioned her forward. She entered the room. Anne stopped just across the threshold. Her head spun with the beauty of the room. She looked at the great bed never having seen the like in her life. A usual bed was a board with some straw or reeds. How could she have imagined anything the like of what was before her? A great mattress filled with down. Draped over the bed was a quilt also filled with down. Brightly colored tapestries hung everywhere softening the rough stone walls. A rug covered the floor. Anne stepped forward into the dream room. She was fortunate beyond belief to be spending one night of her life in such luxury. Stepping on the rug, the softness was apparent even through her clogs. She ran her hands over the bed feeling the softness of the down filled mattress. Otto stepped through the door and closed it softly behind. He had seen many peasant girls thralled by the opulence of his room. How many had ever seen a rug or a tapestry in person? How many had ever felt a down quilt. Lord Otto softened his countenance. He no longer need be the Lord. Now he could be just a man. He had learned from experience how to be gentle in the night with a new girl. His first few times entertaining a new bride he was rough and hurried. Some of the girls had left in the morn with tears in their eyes. But his wife had taught him to be a gentler lover. He took a Gallic pride in his abilities to leave the girls with a smile. Oh yes, many girls left in the morning with smiles and memories of their one glorious night being treated like the lady of the manor. Of course the girls came to the manor knowing much already. Peasants lived in one room huts or hovels and grew watching their parents rut. Anne and her brothers would sneak to the edge of the loft often when their parents would couple. They would poke each other as they watched. They would silently giggle watching their father bounce between their mother's thighs. When Anne felt the winds of change blowing through her body she surveyed the scene in rapt attention feeling strangely uneasy. Her body was doing strange things now. In the past year it had affected her deeply when she observed her parents couple. She began to look forward to her marriage and wondered what it would feel like to have a man between her thighs. Would she moan as her mother did? What will it be like when the Lord pierces her with his cock? "Anne?" Anne started from her reminisce. "Yes Milord?" "How many years have you?" "Thirteen Milord." "Is that not young to be trothed?" "Yes Milord a little. I came to my womanhood early Milord. My parents, in their wisdom, plighted my troth to Heinrich the farmer. My Father believes that a girl should be wed soon after coming to her womanhood. It leaves less time for a girl to find trouble. It is a good match. He has a large vineyard which he tends for Milord and many goats, hens and geese. There is a goodly size garden also." "Yes, I know Heinrich. His father worked the vineyard for many years. Both good men. Excellent grapes as well." He lifted a cup. "I will toast to you. May you have many children and much wealth with Heinrich." "Thank you Milord." Anne wandered over to the window. "Oh Milord. You can see all the village from here." Pointing, "Over there is the vineyard. I can see the river as well." Turning to Otto. "What is it like Milord, to look from your window and know that all you see is yours?" "Not as wonderful as you might deem it. When you have land every man wishes it for himself. Every neighboring lord might one day try to seize my land. I must always be on guard. It is a heavy burden at times. But come lass. Tonight is not the night for such talk. Tonight is for joy." "Yes Milord." She turned from the window and came to the center of the room. Anne stood looking to Otto. It was time. He came to her. She put her head down but he put his finger under her chin and gently lifted it. He smiled at her. "Tonight Anne, I am not the Lord of the Manor. Tonight I am a simple man. We are a man and woman together." He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers. He pulled her body to his. He felt her relax and let her body mold to his. Otto stepped back and started to untie his jerkin. As Anne watched, he pulled it off and then pulled off his hose and shoes. He waited. Anne stepped from her clogs. She untied the rough sash from around her waist and pulled the simple dress over her head. She let it drop to the rug. He looked comely to Anne. Unlike peasants the lord washed weekly so he was not crusted with old dirt and grime. His cock stood erect and proud. Otto appraised the young girl before him. She had very small breasts which were still developing. Her mound was only partially covered with soft downy hair that did not hide her womanly treasure. He extended his hand and led her to the bed. "Join me," he said pointing to the bed. Anne lay on the bed and felt lost in the soft embrace of the mattress. It was wonderful. Otto joined her on the bed. "Milord..." she said with a worried tone. Otto put his finger to her lips. "Shush." He leaned over her and pressed his lips to hers. It was a long melting kiss. Anne moaned quietly. She felt his hand on her belly and she trembled. It moved across her soft flesh closer and closer to her breasts. Anne felt her skin becoming warm and she experienced strange feelings again. There was warmth and dampness between her legs. The fingers found her breasts, circling them, then closing on her nipple. She gasped at the sensation. He broke the kiss and moved his head down until his lips found her breast. Taking the nipple between his lips he sucked and nipped and then laved it with his tongue. He moved to the other breast and lavished it with his attention. Anne felt the warmth rising in her loins. She was becoming wet. Otto moved his hand down between her legs and pushed them apart. His finger found her slit and insinuated itself there. She groaned at the sensation as the finger found her center. He moved his finger over her, back and forth. Anne was inundated with sensations to her breasts and nipples and cleft. The wetness poured forth and his fingers spread it over her. She began to moan. Now she knew why her mother moaned. It was torn from her by intense feelings which demanded release. Otto moved over the small girl. He placed himself at the entrance to her maidenhood. He pushed forward and felt her part to accept him. 'Oh My Lord' her mind screamed. Anne had never felt anything like this. Her mother had talked to her on her wedding eve. She had said that the first time would bring some pain and blood. But Anne had no idea that she would feel so stretched, like she was being filled completely and then more. It moved deeper into her and she felt it reach and then breach her maidenhead. As it stabbed into her there was a sharp ripping pain. Otto lay still for a moment as she spasmed around his girth. Then he was moving deeper into her. When she believed she could take no more he reversed and pulled back out. Anne let out a small sigh as the pressure eased. Then she felt the thing pushing in again. Only this time it seemed to fill her whole body. Anne gasped at the pressure. Once again the pressure relented as he pulled back. Anne braced for the next plunge but when it came it was different. It seemed to be much easier. She still felt some pain where her maidenhead had been parted but the intense pressure was disappearing. As the uncomfortable feeling departed, new feelings emerged. On every stroke Anne started to feel wonderful sensations emanating from where her body was joined to his. When he plunged into her and his body rubbed hers there was a burst of pleasure. Anne began to welcome the thrusts. Otto felt Anne stiffen under him and then gradually relax. Soon she was responding to the thrusts. The look of pain disappeared from her face and was replaced by a look of passion. Her hips started to move in a natural and unconscious rhythm with his. She was now seeking pleasure just as he was. Otto moved in small circles and deep strokes trying to bring the young girl to the heights of passion. He felt it was a duty to introduce the new bride to passion as well as he possibly could. All the years of experience introducing virgins to the world of sensual pleasure came into play. He massaged her nipples as he stroked deeply into her. He held his body high to increase the pressure of his strokes against her most intimate parts. Anne was lost in a world of new sensation. Her world narrowed until it was subsumed in her body: fingers on breasts, pudenda pressing pudenda, shaft plunging into her well, skin rubbing skin. She felt a tension building in her body. Her heart raced and her chest felt hot. Sweat broke on her face and her muscles went rigid. He felt Anne go rigid under him. All the signs were foretelling the coming cataclysm. He let his own pleasure take him. He felt the pressure rising from his groin and the familiar rumblings began. Anne moaned and mewled under him and her hands dug into the soft mattress. Otto let his own climax take him. He poured his seed forth. Anne felt a burst of pleasure and dug her hands into the soft bed. The feelings exploded in her body. It was unlike anything she had ever experienced. Pleasure radiated from her body and euphoria overtook her mind. She felt Lord Otto come to rest over her and realized he was panting from his exertions. She moved under him enjoying the feelings in her loins. She felt inundated with the wetness of their coupling. Otto pulled himself from her and collapsed next to her. As his body left hers she felt a sense of loss, of emptiness. Otto turned to her and wrapped her in his arms. Anne nestled against his chest. This had been the most amazing experience of her thirteen years. He gently stroked her hair. They lay like that and Anne felt a complete lassitude overtaking her. The world faded around her. She awoke in the morning to bright sun streaming in the window. Otto had risen and was standing by the window. "Time to rise lass. Your husband will soon be here to claim you." "Yes Milord." Anne rolled from the bed saddened to know she would never again sleep on something so soft. She picked up her dress and drew it on. Found the sash and tied it round her. She noticed the ribbon had come loose and tried to pull it from her hair. "Use the mirror girl," he said pointing to a table. "Thank you Milord.' On the table was a circle of silver polished to gleaming brightness. She gently picked it up. It was worth more than her family would earn in two years. She had never touched a mirror before. She marveled at her face, her gaze lost in the mirror. "The ribbon," he said chuckling. "Certainly Milord." Anne pulled the remaining ribbon from her hair. She put the mirror down glancing at it long after it had left her hand. "Let us hie girl. I see men coming up the way." He led her out of the room and down to the entry hall. In the hall he stopped and waited for her. "Anne, I will always remember our night together. Soon your husband will claim you and I will no longer have any rights. But I will always remember." Anne smiled at him. "Milord thank you. It was a marvelous eve. The bed, the mirror and the night. I have neer felt anything the like of that." Otto smiled. "I am glad. I see you no longer are blushing." Anne laughed with him. "No Milord. Indeed not. You have fulfilled your duty. I am now ready for my husband." There was a clatter on the steps and they turned to see her father, husband and a few men of the village. The men looked the worse for their night of drinking. "Milord. I have come to claim my daughter." "She is not yours to claim. I give her to Heinrich with my blessing. Come good man and claim your wife." Heinrich stepped froward and took Anne by the hand. "Thank you for your blessing Milord." He started to back toward the door. The men all bowed and turned to go. Anne glanced back over her shoulder. His face was stilled with a look of regret and longing. Her heart leapt out to his as their eyes locked. She would always remember this night, this moment. His face softened as he seemed to read her thoughts. A faint smile came to his face. He bowed his head in acknowledgement. The Lord of the Manor was bowing to her. She turned and followed her husband out of the manor and into her new life. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Make international calls for as low as $.04/minute with Yahoo! 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