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Lord Rockharte was a tyrant living in England in the olden days. A powerful man who forced his tenants to pay their taxes on time. When they could not do so, he would accept a fair maiden in lieu for his own pleasure up at his castle. There she would be introduced to The Chastener - the thing all the villagers knew about and feared.

This story contains branding, whipping, thrashing and lots of sexual activity involving young women at the hands of a dastardly master of pain, his tax collectors and the castle guards.

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Excerpt..

Heather Carter was just eighteen years old and had been helping her father work the fields they rented for the past two years. She knew well the struggle he faced year by year to pay the evil Lord his dues and this year her father had been sick for several months. Heather was an attractive, blonde long-haired girl, with a curvy body and medium sized firm breasts, and though she had done all she could to help her father work the land, she knew they had failed to put enough money aside to pay the exorbitant rent demanded of their Lord and master.
Now, as she sat in her bedroom, the tax collector sat downstairs with her father.
“Now, Carter, it’s time to pay his Lordship for your use of his land.”
“I know, I know,” Carter sounded weak and tired. “But I’ve been sick these past three months. Can his Lordship make no allowances?”
“You know the rules, Carter.”
“Yes,” he said even more wearily, “I know the rules.”
“Then, as today is tax day, are you going to pay what is due?”
“I can’t. My family barely has enough to exist on, let alone any chance of living a decent life.”
“That may as be, but we have a duty to his Lordship. So, you can not pay?”
“No, sir, I can not pay.”
Heather listened to the conversation from her partly open bedroom door and as she listened, she went pale.
“Then, you have a choice to make, Carter. Either you leave the farm you are renting within the next seven days, or you pay his Lordship in kind.”
“I, I can’t make that kind of decision,” said Carter helplessly.
“Maybe not, father, but I can,” said Heather, standing at the top of the stairs. “Without this place you would not survive another year and where would that leave me and my three younger sisters?”
“I can’t let you do it,” said Carter looking up at his eldest daughter with fear in his eyes.
She looked so much like his late wife, yet she had a fire about her that his wife had never possessed. Carter looked with fear also because he knew more than his daughter what was meant by `A Chastening`, and it was the last thing he would let his daughter agree to.
“You don’t have to let me do it. I am now of age and can make my own decisions. What I am doing is my own decision. It is the least I can do after all you have done for us these past years since Mother’s death. If I am to become an object of his Lordship’s desires then what must be, must be.”
“We could take the young lady as payment in kind. I am sure his Lordship would agree,” said the tax collector, knowing full well that Heather Carter was one of the names Rockharte had specifically put on the list of people to look out for.
After further protestations from Carter and even greater determination from his attractive, naïve daughter, the men accompanying the tax collector took hold of Heather and escorted her out of the cottage, smiling at the sight of her father holding his head in his hands with shame.
Outside they helped the wench onto the back of the cart. Once she had climbed aboard, they tied her wrists together with coarse rope and then secured the free end of the rope to a metal ring mounted on the floor of the cart. A few minutes later were on their way to the next cottage from which a tithe was due.
***
All morning the tax collector visited the various farms and tithed cottages. At some he collected the money due but by lunchtime he and his two henchmen had taken four young damsels in lieu of payment. With the cart now laden with the young girls, the men turned from the last farm and headed off into the forest.
“It seems we are not going back to the castle. This isn’t the way back,” Heather looked up and whispered to the petite brunette opposite her. Charity Spears looked up, tears on her cheeks already.
“No, they should have gone back up the main track. What’s going on?” She called out louder to the henchman who was driving the cart, sat perched on a bench at the front of the cart, the reins and a whip in his hands.
“We’re going to collect our commission first,” said the henchman and laughed at his joke. “You’re what?” Asked Jenny, the dark-haired girl crouched next to Heather.
“When we collect the tithes, his Lordship gives us commission on what we gather. Only seems right when we collect payment in kind that we get our share of that too. Only we won’t be up at the castle tonight when his Lordship begins, so we collect ours now, before we go up there.”
“Are you referring to the four of us?” Heather asked, fear on her face.
“My now, and aint you the bright one!” The driver said with mockery in his voice.
“Well, it doesn’t take much to work it out. What exactly do you intend to do?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Heather had to crouch down low as the cart left the badly made track and headed into a thicker part of the forest.
“His Lordship says to us only not to mark you permanently, other than that we can collect what is due to us.” The driver said as he pulled the cart to an abrupt halt in a small clearing in the trees.
The tax collector and his other henchman were riding behind the cart and they now alighted from their mounts and the tax collector walked over to the cart.
“You,” he said, pointing to the cowering red-head at the back of the cart, “will be first.” The driver of the cart jumped into the cart and released the rope from the mounting on the floor.
Grace Malvern stood up slowly, her tear-stained, muddy face indicating she had been taken from her family without time to clean herself up after a morning in the fields.
The driver pushed the girl over the side of the cart and she was grabbed by the tax collector as she landed. He took the free end of the rope that tied her wrists and yanked her forcefully towards the large oak that was at the end of the clearing.
Pushing her back to the tree, he released her wrists only to order her to place them behind her and round the trunk of the great tree. In a moment her wrists were bound again with the rope that was passed round the back of the tree.
“Now let’s see what we have here,” the tax collector smirked as he ran his hand lightly around the girl’s face. “What’s your name, little one,” he sniggered knowing she was greatly afraid of him and powerless to resist what he was going to do.
“Grace, sir, you knows it is,” she stammered.
“Well Grace, I hope you know what a real man is,” he said seriously, making Grace gasp in horror. As he spoke, his hand went lower, over the girl’s coarse clothing to her full, ample bosom.
Here he rubbed the palm of his hand roughly over both her breasts in turn. Grace cried out for him to stop but his hand was immediately over her face.
“Shut up you stupid little slut. What we are going to do to you is nothing compared to what his Lordship has planned for you. So, I suggest you get used to your new role in life.”
“But, I have no experience of a man and I vowed not to until I was legal wed,” said Grace. “So if you please, unhand me, sir,” she added.
As reward for her bravery, she felt the hard sting across her left cheek as the back of his hand was brought to bear.
“If you don’t shut up or you complain again I will hit you harder. Now, you will take what is coming.”
He stood back for a moment and looked at the girl. Then he took another length of rope and lashed her ankles with it, tying the rope behind the tree so she could not kick out at him. Then, with a swift movement of his hand he pulled the knife from his pocket. It was a short bladed affair and the blade was enclosed in a leather sheath. The sheath was soon thrown to the forest floor as the tax collector pulled at the girl’s coarse garment covering her upper body.
The blade was sharp and made light weather of slitting the garment from the bottom hem right up between her breasts to the upper hem. When he withdrew the blade the cloth fell to the sides of her body, exposing her pale, almost white, flesh and her young, firm breasts. Grace had dark areolas and in the middle her rose coloured nipples jutted fiercely out. In her state of bondage and with the sudden exposure of her body for the first time ever, Grace felt hot. It was a heat she had never experienced before except one Sunday afternoon in a bail of hay a few years back with one of the local lads. She remembered that the poor lad had got a severe cuff on the ear from her father for fooling around with his daughter when they had been caught semi-naked. Now the heat was starting to burn within her and she instantly felt like she was going to explode when the tax collector’s hands once again rubbed over her naked breasts, gliding firmly over her rampant nipples as they did so.


Excerpt..

Heather Carter was just eighteen years old and had been helping her father work the fields they rented for the past two years. She knew well
the struggle he faced year by year to pay the evil Lord his dues and this year her father had been sick for several months. Heather was an
attractive, blonde long-haired girl, with a curvy body and medium sized firm breasts, and though she had done all she could to help her
father work the land, she knew they had failed to put enough money aside to pay the exorbitant rent demanded of their Lord and master. />
Now, as she sat in her bedroom, the tax collector sat downstairs with her father.

“Now, Carter, it’s time to pay his Lordship for your use of his land.”

“I know, I know,” Carter sounded weak and tired. “But I’ve been sick these past three months. Can his Lordship make no allowances?” />
“You know the rules, Carter.”

“Yes,” he said even more wearily, “I know the rules.”

“Then, as today is tax day, are you going to pay what is due?”

“I can’t. My family barely has enough to exist on, let alone any chance of living a decent life.”

“That may as be, but we have a duty to his Lordship. So, you can not pay?”

“No, sir, I can not pay.”

Heather listened to the conversation from her partly open bedroom door and as she listened, she went pale.

“Then, you have a choice to make, Carter. Either you leave the farm you are renting within the next seven days, or you pay his Lordship
in kind.”

“I, I can’t make that kind of decision,” said Carter helplessly.

“Maybe not, father, but I can,” said Heather, standing at the top of the stairs. “Without this place you would not survive another year
and where would that leave me and my three younger sisters?”

“I can’t let you do it,” said Carter looking up at his eldest daughter with fear in his eyes.

She looked so much like his late wife, yet she had a fire about her that his wife had never possessed. Carter looked with fear also
because he knew more than his daughter what was meant by `A Chastening`, and it was the last thing he would let his daughter agree to. />
“You don’t have to let me do it. I am now of age and can make my own decisions. What I am doing is my own decision. It is the least I
can do after all you have done for us these past years since Mother’s death. If I am to become an object of his Lordship’s desires then what
must be, must be.”

“We could take the young lady as payment in kind. I am sure his Lordship would agree,” said the tax collector, knowing full well that
Heather Carter was one of the names Rockharte had specifically put on the list of people to look out for.

After further protestations from Carter and even greater determination from his attractive, naïve daughter, the men accompanying the
tax collector took hold of Heather and escorted her out of the cottage, smiling at the sight of her father holding his head in his hands
with shame.

Outside they helped the wench onto the back of the cart. Once she had climbed aboard, they tied her wrists together with coarse rope
and then secured the free end of the rope to a metal ring mounted on the floor of the cart. A few minutes later were on their way to the
next cottage from which a tithe was due.

***

All morning the tax collector visited the various farms and tithed cottages. At some he collected the money due but by lunchtime he and
his two henchmen had taken four young damsels in lieu of payment. With the cart now laden with the young girls, the men turned from the last
farm and headed off into the forest.

“It seems we are not going back to the castle. This isn’t the way back,” Heather looked up and whispered to the petite brunette
opposite her. Charity Spears looked up, tears on her cheeks already.

“No, they should have gone back up the main track. What’s going on?” She called out louder to the henchman who was driving the cart,
sat perched on a bench at the front of the cart, the reins and a whip in his hands.

“We’re going to collect our commission first,” said the henchman and laughed at his joke. “You’re what?” Asked Jenny, the dark-haired
girl crouched next to Heather.

“When we collect the tithes, his Lordship gives us commission on what we gather. Only seems right when we collect payment in kind that
we get our share of that too. Only we won’t be up at the castle tonight when his Lordship begins, so we collect ours now, before we go up
there.”

“Are you referring to the four of us?” Heather asked, fear on her face.

“My now, and aint you the bright one!” The driver said with mockery in his voice.

“Well, it doesn’t take much to work it out. What exactly do you intend to do?”

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

Heather had to crouch down low as the cart left the badly made track and headed into a thicker part of the forest.

“His Lordship says to us only not to mark you permanently, other than that we can collect what is due to us.” The driver said as he
pulled the cart to an abrupt halt in a small clearing in the trees.

The tax collector and his other henchman were riding behind the cart and they now alighted from their mounts and the tax collector
walked over to the cart.

“You,” he said, pointing to the cowering red-head at the back of the cart, “will be first.” The driver of the cart jumped into the cart
and released the rope from the mounting on the floor.

Grace Malvern stood up slowly, her tear-stained, muddy face indicating she had been taken from her family without time to clean herself
up after a morning in the fields.

The driver pushed the girl over the side of the cart and she was grabbed by the tax collector as she landed. He took the free end of
the rope that tied her wrists and yanked her forcefully towards the large oak that was at the end of the clearing.

Pushing her back to the tree, he released her wrists only to order her to place them behind her and round the trunk of the great tree.
In a moment her wrists were bound again with the rope that was passed round the back of the tree.

“Now let’s see what we have here,” the tax collector smirked as he ran his hand lightly around the girl’s face. “What’s your name,
little one,” he sniggered knowing she was greatly afraid of him and powerless to resist what he was going to do.

“Grace, sir, you knows it is,” she stammered.

“Well Grace, I hope you know what a real man is,” he said seriously, making Grace gasp in horror. As he spoke, his hand went lower,
over the girl’s coarse clothing to her full, ample bosom.

Here he rubbed the palm of his hand roughly over both her breasts in turn. Grace cried out for him to stop but his hand was immediately
over her face.

“Shut up you stupid little slut. What we are going to do to you is nothing compared to what his Lordship has planned for you. So, I
suggest you get used to your new role in life.”

“But, I have no experience of a man and I vowed not to until I was legal wed,” said Grace. “So if you please, unhand me, sir,” she
added.

As reward for her bravery, she felt the hard sting across her left cheek as the back of his hand was brought to bear.

“If you don’t shut up or you complain again I will hit you harder. Now, you will take what is coming.”

He stood back for a moment and looked at the girl. Then he took another length of rope and lashed her ankles with it, tying the rope
behind the tree so she could not kick out at him. Then, with a swift movement of his hand he pulled the knife from his pocket. It was a
short bladed affair and the blade was enclosed in a leather sheath. The sheath was soon thrown to the forest floor as the tax collector
pulled at the girl’s coarse garment covering her upper body.

The blade was sharp and made light weather of slitting the garment from the bottom hem right up between her breasts to the upper hem.
When he withdrew the blade the cloth fell to the sides of her body, exposing her pale, almost white, flesh and her young, firm breasts.
Grace had dark areolas and in the middle her rose coloured nipples jutted fiercely out. In her state of bondage and with the sudden exposure
of her body for the first time ever, Grace felt hot. It was a heat she had never experienced before except one Sunday afternoon in a bail of
hay a few years back with one of the local lads. She remembered that the poor lad had got a severe cuff on the ear from her father for
fooling around with his daughter when they had been caught semi-naked. Now the heat was starting to burn within her and she instantly felt
like she was going to explode when the tax collector’s hands once again rubbed over her naked breasts, gliding firmly over her rampant
nipples as they did so.


Excerpt..

Heather Carter was just eighteen years old and had been helping her father work the fields they rented for the past two years. She knew well

the struggle he faced year by year to pay the evil Lord his dues and this year her father had been sick for several months. Heather was an

attractive, blonde long-haired girl, with a curvy body and medium sized firm breasts, and though she had done all she could to help her

father work the land, she knew they had failed to put enough money aside to pay the exorbitant rent demanded of their Lord and master.
/>

Now, as she sat in her bedroom, the tax collector sat downstairs with her father.


“Now, Carter, it’s time to pay his Lordship for your use of his land.”


“I know, I know,” Carter sounded weak and tired. “But I’ve been sick these past three months. Can his Lordship make no allowances?”
/>

“You know the rules, Carter.”


“Yes,” he said even more wearily, “I know the rules.”


“Then, as today is tax day, are you going to pay what is due?”


“I can’t. My family barely has enough to exist on, let alone any chance of living a decent life.”


“That may as be, but we have a duty to his Lordship. So, you can not pay?”


“No, sir, I can not pay.”


Heather listened to the conversation from her partly open bedroom door and as she listened, she went pale.


“Then, you have a choice to make, Carter. Either you leave the farm you are renting within the next seven days, or you pay his Lordship

in kind.”


“I, I can’t make that kind of decision,” said Carter helplessly.


“Maybe not, father, but I can,” said Heather, standing at the top of the stairs. “Without this place you would not survive another year

and where would that leave me and my three younger sisters?”


“I can’t let you do it,” said Carter looking up at his eldest daughter with fear in his eyes.


She looked so much like his late wife, yet she had a fire about her that his wife had never possessed. Carter looked with fear also

because he knew more than his daughter what was meant by `A Chastening`, and it was the last thing he would let his daughter agree to.
/>

“You don’t have to let me do it. I am now of age and can make my own decisions. What I am doing is my own decision. It is the least I

can do after all you have done for us these past years since Mother’s death. If I am to become an object of his Lordship’s desires then what

must be, must be.”


“We could take the young lady as payment in kind. I am sure his Lordship would agree,” said the tax collector, knowing full well that

Heather Carter was one of the names Rockharte had specifically put on the list of people to look out for.


After further protestations from Carter and even greater determination from his attractive, naïve daughter, the men accompanying the

tax collector took hold of Heather and escorted her out of the cottage, smiling at the sight of her father holding his head in his hands

with shame.


Outside they helped the wench onto the back of the cart. Once she had climbed aboard, they tied her wrists together with coarse rope

and then secured the free end of the rope to a metal ring mounted on the floor of the cart. A few minutes later were on their way to the

next cottage from which a tithe was due.


***


All morning the tax collector visited the various farms and tithed cottages. At some he collected the money due but by lunchtime he and

his two henchmen had taken four young damsels in lieu of payment. With the cart now laden with the young girls, the men turned from the last

farm and headed off into the forest.


“It seems we are not going back to the castle. This isn’t the way back,” Heather looked up and whispered to the petite brunette

opposite her. Charity Spears looked up, tears on her cheeks already.


“No, they should have gone back up the main track. What’s going on?” She called out louder to the henchman who was driving the cart,

sat perched on a bench at the front of the cart, the reins and a whip in his hands.


“We’re going to collect our commission first,” said the henchman and laughed at his joke. “You’re what?” Asked Jenny, the dark-haired

girl crouched next to Heather.


“When we collect the tithes, his Lordship gives us commission on what we gather. Only seems right when we collect payment in kind that

we get our share of that too. Only we won’t be up at the castle tonight when his Lordship begins, so we collect ours now, before we go up

there.”


“Are you referring to the four of us?” Heather asked, fear on her face.


“My now, and aint you the bright one!” The driver said with mockery in his voice.


“Well, it doesn’t take much to work it out. What exactly do you intend to do?”


“You’ll find out soon enough.”


Heather had to crouch down low as the cart left the badly made track and headed into a thicker part of the forest.


“His Lordship says to us only not to mark you permanently, other than that we can collect what is due to us.” The driver said as he

pulled the cart to an abrupt halt in a small clearing in the trees.


The tax collector and his other henchman were riding behind the cart and they now alighted from their mounts and the tax collector

walked over to the cart.


“You,” he said, pointing to the cowering red-head at the back of the cart, “will be first.” The driver of the cart jumped into the cart

and released the rope from the mounting on the floor.


Grace Malvern stood up slowly, her tear-stained, muddy face indicating she had been taken from her family without time to clean herself

up after a morning in the fields.


The driver pushed the girl over the side of the cart and she was grabbed by the tax collector as she landed. He took the free end of

the rope that tied her wrists and yanked her forcefully towards the large oak that was at the end of the clearing.


Pushing her back to the tree, he released her wrists only to order her to place them behind her and round the trunk of the great tree.

In a moment her wrists were bound again with the rope that was passed round the back of the tree.


“Now let’s see what we have here,” the tax collector smirked as he ran his hand lightly around the girl’s face. “What’s your name,

little one,” he sniggered knowing she was greatly afraid of him and powerless to resist what he was going to do.


“Grace, sir, you knows it is,” she stammered.


“Well Grace, I hope you know what a real man is,” he said seriously, making Grace gasp in horror. As he spoke, his hand went lower,

over the girl’s coarse clothing to her full, ample bosom.


Here he rubbed the palm of his hand roughly over both her breasts in turn. Grace cried out for him to stop but his hand was immediately

over her face.


“Shut up you stupid little slut. What we are going to do to you is nothing compared to what his Lordship has planned for you. So, I

suggest you get used to your new role in life.”


“But, I have no experience of a man and I vowed not to until I was legal wed,” said Grace. “So if you please, unhand me, sir,” she

added.


As reward for her bravery, she felt the hard sting across her left cheek as the back of his hand was brought to bear.


“If you don’t shut up or you complain again I will hit you harder. Now, you will take what is coming.”


He stood back for a moment and looked at the girl. Then he took another length of rope and lashed her ankles with it, tying the rope

behind the tree so she could not kick out at him. Then, with a swift movement of his hand he pulled the knife from his pocket. It was a

short bladed affair and the blade was enclosed in a leather sheath. The sheath was soon thrown to the forest floor as the tax collector

pulled at the girl’s coarse garment covering her upper body.


The blade was sharp and made light weather of slitting the garment from the bottom hem right up between her breasts to the upper hem.

When he withdrew the blade the cloth fell to the sides of her body, exposing her pale, almost white, flesh and her young, firm breasts.

Grace had dark areolas and in the middle her rose coloured nipples jutted fiercely out. In her state of bondage and with the sudden exposure

of her body for the first time ever, Grace felt hot. It was a heat she had never experienced before except one Sunday afternoon in a bail of

hay a few years back with one of the local lads. She remembered that the poor lad had got a severe cuff on the ear from her father for

fooling around with his daughter when they had been caught semi-naked. Now the heat was starting to burn within her and she instantly felt

like she was going to explode when the tax collector’s hands once again rubbed over her naked breasts, gliding firmly over her rampant

nipples as they did so.



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