Judith stood
in the centre of the cell, looking around her. The only light was
from a window high up in the stone wall, and this was protected by
iron bars. There was no bed, no chair, nothing, and if Steven
intended to force himself on her, then it would have to be against
the wall or on the bare brick floor. Did he want to starve her into
submission, seeing her grovel? His behaviour suggested he would.
She had hurt his pride, and this was all important to him.
Repressed Lady
Judith, unhappily married to Parliamentarian supporter Lord Steven
Ashley, is surprised when he brings an enemy prisoner to their
manor house. The handsome Cavalier is addressed as Captain, but is
in fact a woman, Countess Antonia Durward, and she heads a troop of
soldiers, male and female.
Eighteen year
old Judith hates her middle-aged husband, who thinks it his right
to chastise her for the smallest misdemeanour. She and the Countess
escape and Judith joins Durward’s she-soldiers, their lives fraught
with danger as the war progresses and the Royalists face defeat.
They head for France where she helps Isobel Thorley, a wickedly
attractive bisexual courtesan, open a high-class brothel. At last
Judith is enjoying a freedom never before experienced, and swears
never to return to her husband and the Puritan way of life...
She backed
away as Kron unfastened his breeches and released his serpent. It
was immense, a rigid bar of flesh with a veined shaft and rounded
red head bedewed with a pearly tear. Her blind panic had brought
her up against the bed. Her knees caught on the edge and she fell
back across it. Instantly he was on her, his hands gripping her
breasts, his body pinning her down. His cock lay against her belly,
searing hot. His eyes held hers, inky-dark and compelling and he
reached down, finding her cleft and swollen bud...
This is an
account of the erotic adventures of Varna, heiress to the kingdom
of Trokles, in the time of myths and magic. She is beautiful and
spirited - and a virgin.
When her
father is killed in battle she is captured by the warlike hordes of
Valdivia. Their leader, Lagras, is a wicked sorcerer, determined to
bend her to his evil vices. But Varna refuses to yield, and is sent
to a convent devoted to the goddess Izra. She is thrown into a
dungeon and forced to endure the lusts of the nuns and priests,
though they are never permitted to rob her of her virginity.
This is
safeguarded for Lagras's pleasure...
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