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Part One of the story from Wolffie’s collection Cane4Cuff
It is not a standard erotica/ BDSM fare. It is not a standard fantasy slither. It’s a Wolffiction.
Please remeber: it’s ONLY a fantasy:
A Hot Halloween in Jerusalem
Dramatis Personae:
King Richard I,Coeur de Leon, the one who set forth, the brave one
Prince John sans Terre, his brother who stayed behind, the Soft Sword, the smart one
Prince and Sultan Saladin, the stern, yet chivalrous Master of Kingdom of Jerusalem, present custodian of The Goat.
Philip Augustus, king of France
Sir Wolfbane of Bane – meddlesome knight of dubious lineage and intentions.
Princessa Nina d’Queue de Cheval – vagabond princess of very dubious reputation, suspected witch.
Soldiers, knights, cute captives, harems, ghosts, ghouls, the citizens, pumpkin jinns, the goat… the usual… did I mention harems?
The time 1192 Anno Domini, Halloween Eve or thereabouts.
The place: just off the walls of Jerusalem, the other Earth or thereabouts.
The flags and banners on the spears of both armies hung limply in the hot air. There was stench of death and sweat. The city was about to change hands yet another time and the negotiations were hot just like the weather.
King Richard was shouting, sweating, clanking and waving his ironclad fist appropriately.
“Quarter? I give no quarter to nasty unmanly rascals like you. You raped, you pillaged, and you invaded the country, which is mine to invade! And you made the filthy peasants pay to you, not to me! And you took all the women and cattle. And my harem… And … and…. “
“The Goat Sir, I Took THE seven legged Goat o mighty king…..” injected Saladin softly. Saladin’s caftan was rich, steel helmet was wrapped in a green turban; his men bore the standards of the crescent moon.
“… yes and the goat and the girls and….”
“THE Goat Sir!” Sir Wolfbane pointed out.” La Chèvre!”
“Oui, La Chèvre, the Goat! Bring it to me at once! And all the harems and…”
“THE GOAT – he’s got IT!” kindly added Sir Wolfbane. A huge cloak with embroidery of grinning wolves obscured his shiny armor. I do not need to tell you what his helmet looked like.
The wings on Sir John’s helmet finally rose. He was a bit hard on his ears.
“THE Goat! He’s got THE goat? You will bring it to my tent at once! The King cannot soil his hands with such a…. “
“Mon dieu!” injected Philippe.”We’re not here for the infidel goat. Holy Father said that no goat is to be worshiped or….”
“Holy Father did not speak of goats! His Holiness said… “
“Yes but she did! L’sorcière! Nina D’Queue de Cheval! The Ponytail. She said that you need the goat.”
“She is no witch!” shouted Sir John. The wings on his helmet fluttered wildly. ”Her blowjob was absolutely heavenly!”
“You mean she actually blew your job?” Kind Richard scratched his helmet. ”Of course she is L’sorcière. All women are witches! Where is my harem? I remember once when we were raping one of them …..”
“I’ve got THE goat!!!” Prince Saladin was known for his patience. His hands were shaking now. He cast a desperate glance at Sir Wolfbane.
“Yes Sire! The goat! He’s got it!”
“What goat? Oh, you mean la chèvre? Yes! No! The infidel goat goes to my tent! I will examine it at once!”
“With all due respect brother, the goat goes to ME!’
“To me! I am the leader of this crusade and I get to examine THE goat!”
“No, me!”
“Me!”
“MEEEE!”
Sir Wolfbane was grinning in the full discretion of his wolf helmet. They were on his track again.
“Gentlemen, gentlemen.”
They looked at him.
“I am sure we can resolve this little problem like a true Knights Templar and men of good taste.”
“How so, good Sir Wolfbane? You helped me so many times but this requires the Wisdom of Solomon methinks.”
“Well and good, my good Sirs …” quoth Sir Wolfbane. ”You, Sir John, want to examine THE goat in detail, n’est-ce pas? In great detail, right? See what it can do for you and what you could do to it?”
Sir John blushed hard under his helmet, but his eyes shone. “When you put it that way…. Forsoot, , good Sir Wolfbane. That is the truth.”
“And you, my good King, would want the same – especially what it can do to you, but I will not talk of that under the walls of the Holy City…” The King turned his head and bit his tongue. He nodded.
“But you are uncertain about the mechanics of it. How it would work, n’est-ce pas?”
The both nodded looking at each other out of the corner of an eye.
“And that is the real reason for this unsightly quarrel over THE goat. I humbly propose that you both go together in the tent and find out at the same time.. I am sure you will find it surprisingly easy once you get over the initial shyness.”
The King was making circles in the Jerusalem dust with his ironclad toe. “I just don’t know… “
“Oh come come, your Majesty. You know you want to do it and you are the brave Lionheart after all. And I have this pair of lovely devout and pious sluts who will show you exactly the right moves.”
Uh … well… Brother… ” He looked at Sir John.
Sir John smiled shyly: “Brother.”
The King and Sir John hippity hopped towards the tent, iron clad fist in iron clad fist, entourage of pious sluts in tow.
The goat, now forgotten ambled behind them.
King Philippe’s nose wrinkled.
“Mon cul, la chèvre pue!” He waved a scented handkerchief in front of his royal nose. He looked at the goat again then at the receding royal brothers. He hippity hopped after them: “Garcons! Hey, garcons….”
“Finally! Right.” At last Sir Wolfbane could cast always the silly metal gloves and rub his hands like a man, a naked hand on a naked hand. He raised his voice over the gathered armies in front of Jerusalem. He was speaking to multitudinous faces on the walls too. These royal shenanigans of the High Ones were nothing new to them, but Sir Wolfbane had a commanding presence.
“Ok men, listen up. This crappy war is over. Everyone is pardoned and we shall finally start having some fun Take jewels, gold, carpets, and lamps (and THE lamp too), the scrolls…. “
“And THE goat too…..” injected Prince Saladin.
“Yes the goat too! Shut up.”
“You told me to bring up the goat when I talk to Richard.”
“Yes yes, Salahuddin, but if you do not shut up about the damn goat right now I will send you to hell to find out what the Shaitan does to ducks down there.”
“Salaam!” grated Saladin angrily and turned on his heel. Over his shoulder, he added, “I’ll be back!” and stomped off. The turbans and crescent moon banners o his retinue swayed angrily.in the dusty heat,
That sounded too Teutonic to Sir Wolfbane, but he had other things to worry about right now, like that damned Princessa Ponytail. Beside he knew it was true.
Sir Wolfbane spread his hands. Life was good. He liked feeling like Solomon occasionally. He felt just as he did when he and Merlin were devising carved pumpkins and giggling like kids over it.
“…. As I was saying, men, the time of peace of prosperity is at hand! Just hand over the above mentioned. Livestock too. My pickers will lead my choosers through all harems in the city, starting with King Richard’s. Have your women lined up on streets. They do not have to be kneeling but it is a good idea as my choosers come by before our army. There will be no raping before they are brought to my harem for search and testing. But each will be provided with l’cul godois on the spot. “
“What’s l’cul godois Sir?” asked his aide d’camp.
“Dildos my good man!”
“Uhhh…?”
“Butt plugs! We used them all the way down here to prevent evil spirits from enterng the temple of our bodies. Don’t you know anything?! And when I said no raping I meant it! Make sure that each raped… person gets one of those small pumpkin masks we got off Venetians. Do not forget to wish everyone a happy Halloween. Oh yes… and no mock trick and treating. Any suspect witch is to be brought to me at once! I will search her personally con significato!”
Then Sir Wolfbane pulled out his shining sword. “This mess is settled then. Now I have to do something personal. Bring me that old lamp.”
He knew that the only witch he was interested in would not be found in the city where a mean Halloween masquerade was beginning.
He had to catch that elusive Princessa Nina himself.
He rode of in a cloud of dust, in search of THE Ponytail. The Middle Eastern wind billowed his Wolfbane cape. His ghostly entourage flowed after him, translucent in the desert dusk.
Tales have it that he never really returned to his harem, being too busy with THE Ponytail but do not beleive all tall tales.. After all one such tale has it that King Richard and Prince John eventually tired of each other and finding out ‘what the goat can do for you and what you could do to it’ and decided to have a go at Robin Hood and his Merry Men. And that there was much rejoicing in the forest.
*****
Desert ghouls dragged naked Princessa Nina d’Queue de Cheval, the Ponytail to the water hole. In the shadows of red outcroppings water was bitter and the whole place stank in. The sun was westerning.
They were looming over her, giant and gray, stinking to high heaven, drooling all over her. Worst of all, they were dirty.
{c} 2009 Wolffwerks
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