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Woman posing as boy hides identity from lusty master.
Helena watched the servants finish packing her things. On the morrow she would begin a journey with her parents to meet and marry her husband-to-be. As a woman she of course had no say in whom she married but she trusted her father s judgment and was certain he had made an excellent choice. The man she was to marry was an extremely wealthy duke highly noted throughout the country. Often Lord Gustavo had fought in wars for the king of the land and always turned out victorious. Helena considered herself very lucky to have him as a bridegroom.
She was known as one of the most beautiful women in the country and many men wished to have her as their own. She was not ignorant of this and often used it to her advantage. With long curled golden hair and sparkling blue-gray eyes she flaunted her looks as much as possible. Of course as she was about to be a married woman she stopped doing so. Teasing men suddenly no longer pleased her though she was still a virgin and with her lineage no one would touch her without permission. But no matter how modestly she dressed her pert breasts always tantalized the men in her company and her small frame begged to be touched and pleasured. However she was a Christian in this modern sixteenth century and while some women gave themselves willingly to men she had preserved herself for marriage.
The road to Boccai was long. Her father wished to go by sea but her mother insisted on the longer more dangerous route by land. Helena would have liked to go by water but the ocean made her sick and so she agreed with he mother that they should travel by carriage not ship. Had the women known that the journey would have turned out disastrous they would gladly have agreed to water passage.
After three days of riding and only a day away from their destination they reached an ominous looking forest. Sir Adan Helena s father was persistent in their cutting across it. It would save them an extra day s travel he argued. The women being mere women had no say in the matter but closely followed Adan towards their destination. Three-quarters of the way through a man appeared. Who are you Sir Adan demanded sword drawn.
Jus a poor traveling bard said the poor traveling bard. Indeed he looked like a bard with a lap harp slung over one shoulder and a small bag of possessions in hand. I can play ye a song if ye d like he added.
The bridal party relented he appeared harmless. He struck a chord a most terrible sound and began to sing off-key. You are no bard! cried Adan.
At that a group of bandits jumped out of the forest. They brandished knives and swords outnumbering Adan and his men. Frightened Helena fled running in the direction the group had been heading. Her mother could not move. At the edge of the wood the girl found a large bush that she hid behind. The bandits had been so preoccupied with fighting her father s men they failed to notice her escape. She managed to take with her a small parcel hoping it contained food and drink. Sliding to the ground behind the bush she gasped for air. When several hours passed Helena at last dared to peer out from her hiding place. She heard nothing but birds and the breeze in the branches above her head. The only sight that greeted her was the brown and green foliage of late August. The sun was approaching the horizon and she began to grow hungry. She slipped the crude string from around her parcel and opened it praying for food.
Instead she was greeted with the clothing of a boy s it belonged to the squire of a knight in their company. She grimaced and her stomach did too. It fell silent just in time for voices could be heard approaching. Well they are all dead.
All dead? I thought there was a girl with em. We ought to find her afore she squeals on us.
The bard and another of his men were walking down the path. From their conversation she could tell they had succeeded in killing her entourage. She stayed silent for they made plans to kill her too. It would be very easy to find her being a woman and alone they figured. After they moved on Helena sat thinking. She was not stupid as most women were at the time and so she donned the squire s tunic and breeches leaving her elegant gown and underthings in the forest. Her breasts were just small enough that she could lace her own corset so she made sure the laces were tight enough to keep them flat. This was not terribly difficult as minimizing the breasts and accentuating the hips was the fashion of the day and exactly what the corset was designed to do. Finally she arranged her hair into a queue. As a finishing touch she stuffed a handkerchief in the breeches emulating a man s bulge and was fairly satisfied that she could pass as a young boy. She then set out for the town overlooked by the wood. A large manor house was the first building she encountered besides elaborate stables and so she knocked on the large oak door. A man cracked it open. What? he said with a scowl.
I-I m looking for the city of Boccai she said nervously.
Well you ve found it! he exclaimed and motioned to close the door.
Wait! Can you tell me then where I might find Lord Gustavo di Boccai?
The servant opened the door wider. You seem to be a good guesser boy. You ve found his manor as well.
He dragged her into the exquisite hall and towards a sitting room. She followed nervously but glad that her disguise seemed to be working. At least in the post-sunset light and candlelight of the manor it worked. What full daylight would brings she did not know. In the sitting room a fire blazed in the fireplace. A regal man sat in one of the few chairs in the room. As one who had been used to servants and slaves Helena knew how to act as though she were an inferior. My Lord she bowed.
Rise said the man in the chair. She lifted her head keeping her back bent in the bow. Who are you and what do you want?
My Lord. She took a deep breath and then lowered her eyes. I come from Sir Adan. He and everyone traveling with him were mercilessly slaughtered in the forest today by bandits-I am the only one left alive.
There was an uncomfortable silence. The man Gustavo studied Helena. The dim light offered all the protection she could hope for. His face grim he continued to question her. What is your name boy?
I m um Henri she said.
Well Henri I must ask why you did not perish with your Master.
She had not anticipated this sort of question so she told the truth. I was frightened and I ran My Lord.
That is very unbecoming of a male. Why child did you not stay to help your Master?
I…um…well I am only a simple servant My Lord. I did not know what to do and I though I would uh try to find help.
Her answers seemed to satisfy him so far. And my bride? She is dead too?
Helena looked up startled. This motion seemed to annoy Gustavo and she quickly looked at the stone flooring. I am sorry My Lord. She said no more but was very impressed that he would think of a woman when her father lay dead somewhere in a forest. As far as she could tell he was an incredibly handsome man but as a serving boy and one who had abandoned his master in a time of need she felt she was not permitted to look directly at him.
Gustavo was a fair man by anyone s standards though very militant. He expected everything to be scheduled perfectly his troops to be in exact formation and everything in his life was symmetrical. Because of the ordered style his father had trained him with he was a man who was in control. This little Italian boy seemed honest but it irked him that such a beautiful woman as Helena was rumored to be now lay dead and he was alive. Well Henri. I shall have to make a deal with you. As you have abandoned your Master and Mistresses to be killed by rogues you should not go unpunished. You also it would seem have no place to stay. As punishment for loosing so many precious lives you shall be my personal slave. Is that agreed?
Helena had a strong urge to reveal her true self but with the bandits on the lookout for her she did not feel safe in doing so. Besides she had already fooled him into thinking she was male and she did not think he would take kindly to such a trick. At least as the Duke s personal slave she would always be in his protection should they come after her. He had mentioned that she had no place to stay which was also true. Before she could answer Gustavo said I assure you that if you go out there alone he gestured toward a window to emphasize his point slavers will capture you anyway and you will not be treated nearly as well as you will be treated here.
If Helena had any remaining doubts they were gone. Yes sir. I agree with your conditions.
Good. Now come your first lesson will be in attending me until I have fallen asleep.
She followed behind Gustavo through the hallways of the manor to his luxurious chambers. There was a large bed in the middle of the room standing on a high dais. An ornate bureau stood to the side and in a corner was a scribe s table and heavy chair. There was an adjacent room with a carved wooden tub. She did not wish to look behind the door. She was instructed to undress the Duke and help him into a nightgown. Never having seen a man nude before Helena did her best not to stare. She had heard about the things men and women did together of course but she did not expect a man s…member…to be so large. Gustavo watched her. What are you looking at boy? he teased.
I-I am sorry milord she blushed and looked at her hands. He did not reply.
Next Helena was instructed to turn down the fine-woven sheets on the bed. She did so with shaking hands and watched as the duke climbed in. She tucked the bedclothes around his body and moved to the foot of the bed where a pallet lay for her to sleep on. The straw mat was less comfortable than she was used to though better than she would normally have expected. With only the fire crackling she fell asleep before the Duke.
Fortunately Helena woke before he did too. She crept off of her mattress to the east-facing window. Tendrils of light began to fill the sky and she loathed leaving the glorious sight. But behind her the duke called for attendance. Henri come here!
She slowly moved to him feeling that her situation was a bit ironic. She dressed Gustavo in his daily outfit and made the bed. Following him to the dining hall she found herself expected to wait behind him pouring wine when he demanded and ensure that his plate was piled with food until he finished. She had not eaten since dinner the day before and was hungry. But Helena had been around slaves and they did not ask to eat those that did were flogged. She stood behind her lord s chair and when he was done he let her go into the kitchen and eat what was left on his plate only. After that she knew to keep his dish filled always with food for that was all she was ever allotted.
Helena ran errands delivered messages and followed her Master about everywhere he called for. She found herself enjoying Gustavo s company and more she thought she was falling in love with him. The afternoon of her first day she was given a pony and rode behind his large horse into the forest where her family was murdered. The stench of rotting flesh attracted flies. Gustavo ordered that the deceased be sent back to Adan for proper burial. What is odd though is that I do not see any woman fitting Helena s description he noted.
Helena could not keep from weeping at the site. Maybe…maybe they took Helena…for well you know milord she said trying to cover her tracks. That is Master Adan s lady she added nodding toward her poor mother.
Gustavo agreed that the rogues for their pleasure had most likely taken Helena. He had also seen his slave s tears and this had endeared him to the boy. Perhaps Henri was a coward but he was yet young and would learn that fear was an unnecessary emotion. The dedication in his face and eyes earned him sympathy from his master but a good master would not show it. They mounted and rode back to manor.
A few nights later Gustavo casually asked Helena if she had ever been in love. Shocked she sat upright on her pallet. That was not a question masters generally asked of their slaves. I suppose I have been. She wished to ask why but knew that a good slave would not ask a question that crossed his Master.
Then he asked What was she like?
Helena s thoughts raced through her head. Should she tell him that she had fallen in love with him? Deciding she would seem ridiculous if she did she replied She was a lot like…like you My Lord.
Like me? Then dear boy I am very sorry for you. I am sure you could find a better woman than one like me! How old was she?
About your age too Helena said dismally.
Gustavo was appalled. If you are going to fall in love you ought to be older than the woman not younger! And so much younger! Honestly at my age women are not worth falling in love with. Helena smiled in the dark. He had no clue that she spoke of him. The subject was never brought up again.
A few weeks after Gustavo had gained his slave he decided it was time he bathed. Now slave I will show you how to bathe me he said.
Helena paled. When he was naked he seemed more intimidating than when he was clothed. At least in dressing him he was without garments for only a few minutes. And Helena had seen him look at her with lusty eyes. She did not think that he knew she was a woman but this concerned her. There had been a time when she was dismissed to relieve herself. Going back to her Master Helena had heard him speaking with a guest. He confided in the other man that he wished his slave were a woman at times. Henri s personality and temperament certainly fit that of a woman s. She decided she would have to be more careful and so she observed men closely seeking to emulate their temperament and disposition.
In any case she found herself with a very naked man washing his body as he instructed her. Eventually he was satisfied that he was clean enough and she dried off his muscular body. Always she averted her eyes as much as possible. She was afraid to appear too interested in his body although she could stare at his Roman features for hours on end. And he was more than happy to let her watch. He did not normally lust after men but this effeminate boy had won a special place in his heart. And he felt that Henri adored him perhaps in a way that he should not. As though comforting himself he would tell himself that the ancients preferred homosexual relationships to heterosexual. He had expressed a desire that his little slave were female not male. But this night he at last decided that as Henri would never change his gender he would have to do something.
Henri was more nervous than Gustavo had every seen him. As he wrapped his Master in towels he was told to kneel. Carefully he did as he was told. Gustavo finished drying himself off then flung the towels across the room. His member slowly grew looking at the boy kneeling submissively in front of him. Henri lowered his eyes as Gustavo began to stroke it. Henri. This lesson that I will teach you is…different than anything you have learned before.
Helena looked up past his cock searching his eyes for what he was implying. My Lord I-
Don t speak. Just do as I tell you. Now then give me your hands.
Her fingers were long and slender compared to his. This was a mystery that had often puzzled Gustavo how his slave s body was so unmanly. Taking the boy s hands he wrapped them around his member. Stroke it he whispered.
She did not mind really although she had never come into contact with a man so intimately. She stroked gently sometimes tugging at it quite unsure of what to do. Act as though you were pleasuring yourself commanded the Duke.
Helena flushed a deep red which did not look unnatural in the firelight. Obviously she had never stroked herself before and she still did not know what to do. The Duke let her explore him for several minutes enjoying the slave s touch. Now Henri I would like for you to kiss it.
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