Feldare Tales: High Society Ch. 04
Peris giggled. "I'm older than I look, sir," she said with a broad smile. "I'm eighteen, so I'm well past allowed, am I not?"
He nodded. "I suppose you are, young woman," he said.
Crissa stepped closer. "You have rooms right here, do you not?" she asked, jerking her head toward the large stone structure behind him.
"Of course we do," said the guard, suddenly very energetic. "I'll be right back, I'll get a couple of lads to relieve us and we can show you our fine billits."
He slipped into the building. Peris was now standing right beside the older guard, actually holding his arm. "I've never been in a guards' billit before, is it interesting?" she asked.
"I'll give you a tour of the place," he said.
"Would you?" asked Peris, "That is so very sweet of you."
The guard, almost twice her age, blushed deeply. "Well, you two are pretty sweet, too," he said, actually scuffing his boot on the cobbles of the courtyard.
The younger guard returned with two other guards in tow. "You so owe us for taking your watch, Willim," said one of the replacements. He looked at the two girls, his eyes going wide. "You owe us BIG," he repeated.
Willim took Crissa's offered arm and escorted her into the massive stone structure. The older guard followed them with Peris in tow.
Crissa looked around them as they passed through passages and closed doors. "Your friend said you two would show us around," she said.
"Did he then?" asked Willim, looking back at his elder compatriot. "Did you promise them a tour Gharen?" he asked.
"Yeah, I did," said Gharen, smiling at Peris. "We should show them about, you know?"
"I suppose that would be okay," said Willim, putting his arm around Crissa's slim waist. Crissa leaned into him warmly, and put her own arm around his waist and hooked her thumb through his belt. She giggled as she put her head on his shoulder. She stood so tall that she, in truth, was at least his own height.
Peris came barely to the older guard's shoulder, she smiled up at him. "I'd really like a look around, this place has always made me wonder what's inside," she said.
They came to a large, iron-bound door. "Well, the dungeon is down there, where we hold prisoners for trial." he said. "We can't let you in there, though, they're a dangerous lot, and two pretty gels like you, well, you know." He shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
Crissa blinked at him, acting stunned. "They'd ravish us?" she said, innocently.
"Yeah, I fear they would," said the guard.
The tall blond leaned into him again, and put her lips to his ear. "I rather fancy being ravished this night," she whispered.
He twitched at her words and a tiny smile formed on his lips. "I'll see what I can do, then," he said, trying to sound professional.
The quartet moved through the building, visiting such charming locales as the confessions chamber. Crissa rather thought it looked like a torture chamber, but who was she to quibble. The guard laughed when she gasped at the rack. "Now, dear, this stuff's not been used in generations, so don't fear," he said. "The stuff is mostly kept about because it's so bloody interesting."
Crissa ran her fingertips over the restraints on the rack. "It is interesting," she said, stroking the steel fittings as if she were petting a cat.
Peris was in the corner, looking at a large contraption with Gharen. "You say they used it to break bones slowly?" she asked, rather horrified, and not needing to fake it much. "Aye," said the guard. "The suspect would be clapped in those irons there, then those bars and stuff would come down to work on each major bone individually. With that crank there, they all can be tightened a tiny bit at a time." He looked at the torture device with awe. "I heard a skilled man could snap all of them in a single quarter-turn."
Peris cringed. "How horrid," she giggled, stepping closer to Gharen and putting her hand on his stomach as she leaned toward him.
She then felt his large hand on her backside, stroking up from the slit side over her bare bottom. He smiled at her and she returned the smile. His hand felt hot on her rump, like it had just been pulled from an oven. The fingers pressed into her crease and he squeezed the lobe of soft flesh. A unforced moan escaped her lips. Peris had never been touched on her bare rump before and the feeling was rather good, even with this brutish guard. She glanced over to see Crissa kissing the other guard, her back to a wall and the guard leaning onto her, their arms around each other and exploring one another's backs.
Peris smiled again, moving her own arm from the man's belly and sliding it lower. "I have to warn you, sir," she said quietly, "I am very new at this."
He smiled. "I am a patient man, I'll not rush you, then," he said. Her hand was now moving over his pants and she felt the rough linen of them. He sighed as her hand grew very near to his organ and she looked on in fascination as it swelled within his pants, pressing the cloth outward.
"Come on, Gharen," said Willim, "let's show them the records hall."
Gharen rolled his eyes, and then smiled down at Peris as her hand moved away from him. Her breathing was heavy and erratic as he loosed her butt from his grip. They walked down the hall after Willim and Crissa.
Peris was rather surprised at how easily this was working. Not the idea of their duplicity of coming into the guard house, but how easily she was coping with being touched in private ways and how very close she had come to returning a private touch herself. A tiny portion of her mind resented the interruption to her playing with the man, and she had to remind herself that they had a goal in mind.
They went through another door and entered a large chamber lined with shelves stacked high with books and papers. Crissa immediately was reminded of the library in Marrat's home. This place, however, lacked the sense of disciplined organization that the old wizard's library possessed.
"Wow," she said, widening her eyes theatrically. "Look at all those books."
The younger guard regarded the tomes and stacks of documents. "Aye, they store all the records for the duchy here," he said, proudly. "We're underground and its very stoutly built in this part of the building."
She looked at the bindings of some of the nearer books, brushing the spines with her fingertips. "They store reports from crimes here?" she asked.
He blinked at her rather pointed question, but shook his head. "No, those are kept in the inner chamber, at least until the case has been heard," he said, pointing toward a door to their right. "You planning on becoming a barrister?" he asked, grinning and reaching for her waist.
She let him pull her to himself. "No," she giggled, "I'm just fascinated by trials and punishment." She said ‘punishment' very slowly, raising her eyes to lock onto his own. "I bet you've locked away some pretty bad men."
The guard puffed up again, smiling at her and bringing her close to him. She felt his erection pressing against her pelvis. "Well, yeah, we just brought in a murderer last night, in truth," he confided. "A wizard, if you'll believe it."
Crissa gasped, covering her mouth with her hand. "A wizard, you say?" she asked. "How do you keep him from just poofing away?" Her hands flew wide, with splayed fingers as she said ‘poofing'.
"We've a special cell, lined with lead and with binding circles worked into the floor and walls," said the Willim with a smile. "He's stuck there, even if he knows how to translocate himself."
She smiled. "You've thought of everything," she said, as if he had designed the security of the prison himself. Her body formed against his, and his erection pressed even more firmly to her. She took hold of the back of his neck and pulled him down into a long kiss.
A row over from Crissa and Willim, Peris and Gharen leaned against another shelf, the older guard kissing her feverishly and she responded with almost equal vigor. Inside her mind, she was shocked at how willingly she was going along with this activity. Was her libido truly so suppressed?
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