Ellie - In Search of .............. A New Story with Illustrations by A L Fielden

[Davec5299]

Before you continue @Davec5299 do tell us which of the tools on the reply bar you used to set out the interview in the way you did.

Mmmmmm. I'd love to.

It was a pain in the a**e. The first post the other day was so simple, it transferred from Word so much more easily than before that I thought the interview would too. In Word I just used the tabs for the interview. These didn't transfer at all and I ended up with a right mess.

I saved the interview in .rtf and .txt and copied these but it was still a mess.

I then put the interview bits in a table in Word and set it up for 'no lines' and it looked great with a simple copy and paste. Then I pressed 'preview' and it was sh1t again. I lost all the spacing and it was just rubbish presentation.

My only option was to add in the 'Daytime TV Interviewer (looking down at her script):' every time to give a bit of spacing.

So, no magic wand, just trial and error, but it hasn't come out too bad. It's basically a table in Word with tweaking.

The story, which will start very soon, should be simple!!!!!

 

[The Fallen Angel]

Mmmmmm. I'd love to.

It was a pain in the a**e. The first post the other day was so simple, it transferred from Word so much more easily than before that I thought the interview would too. In Word I just used the tabs for the interview. These didn't transfer at all and I ended up with a right mess.

I saved the interview in .rtf and .txt and copied these but it was still a mess.

I then put the interview bits in a table in Word and set it up for 'no lines' and it looked great with a simple copy and paste. Then I pressed 'preview' and it was sh1t again. I lost all the spacing and it was just rubbish presentation.

My only option was to add in the 'Daytime TV Interviewer (looking down at her script):' every time to give a bit of spacing.

So, no magic wand, just trial and error, but it hasn't come out too bad. It's basically a table in Word with tweaking.

The story, which will start very soon, should be simple!!!!!

I did suspect it may not have been straightforward.

 

[montycrusto]

Givoverwit’ spreadsheets and gherronwit’ story

 

[prtn]

I hope the story doesn't disappoint

Having read this first interview I don't think you'll disappoint

 

[Doragon]

Interview with Ellie!

I’m delighted to advise that the actress who plays Ellie in the imaginary TV mini-series of my imaginary story has agreed to give a short imaginary interview to promote it. There are currently contract restrictions imposed by a major worldwide streaming service who have bought the rights to the mini-series, so unfortunately, I am unable to upload the video of the interview. We will have to make do with a few screenshots and a transcript.

The interviewer is a well-known UK daytime TV presenter, and she clearly has no specialist knowledge of the genre and undertakes the interview in the style typical of her profession.

The interview doesn't give away anything in detail, but it tells us enough to know no existing streaming service would actually offer this to us. So we're lucky this at least airs on Crux-tv.

 

[Davec5299]

Givoverwit’ spreadsheets and gherronwit’ story

OK. Since you asked so nicely. Chapter 1 follows shortly to set the scene. Chapter 2 tomorrow has more action.

 

[Davec5299]

Chapter 1 – Observing the Castle

Ellie stood at the edge of the wood on the hilltop. She looked over the valley to where, on the higher ground, stood the city of York, some three miles away. As dusk was falling at the end of this beautiful, bright spring day, she focussed her stare on the castle that presided over the centre of the city, and even more directly at a third-floor window in the west tower. She had stared at the castle every day for the past two months, and at that window regularly over the last few days.


Ellie had lived rough in the woods for all that time, ever since she had arrived at York. She had explored the city thoroughly, walking frequently down the hill, across the stream at the bottom of the valley and up through the north gate and into the city. When she had first arrived, she had gone to the Minster with the intention of praying for her husband and her child. She was annoyed and upset that the Church Wardens would not allow her entry, calling her a ‘dirty peasant woman from outside the city’.


She had made her way to the castle, the home of the Duke of York, the younger brother of the King, and watched the comings and goings of the castle, the guards, the servants, the household, the traders and of course the Duke himself and his close entourage.

She had asked questions of some of the servants, acting innocent and curious, and was now certain that the third floor of the west tower was the location of the Duke’s private chambers, where he entertained the numerous young women he was rumoured to bed, and where he slept after dark, once his sexual appetite was sated. In recent days Ellie had stayed in the city after dark, lurking in the shadows and studying in detail the movements of the guards at night; the number of guards on the castle battlements, how many there were each hour of the night, how they patrolled, when they changed shift and how alert and observant they seemed to be.

The Duke of York was a popular man, so the locals told her. The place was prosperous, taxes in the city were relatively low and he maintained a light hand on his levers of power. With trade good there was little crime, except some occasional drunken debauchery, mainly perpetrated by his own guards. Such misdemeanours usually went unpunished, at least publicly. Any other violence or theft was swiftly and effectively punished on the whipping posts in the main square. Thus, the residents and merchants felt safe and protected. Ellie learned however, that the city dwellers did not readily welcome outsiders from the nearby towns and villages, except when they came to spend their money in the city’s markets. Outsiders seeking to move to the city were expected to earn their keep and beggars were severely treated, being tied to the back of a cart and whipped many miles out of the city. A pretty girl like Ellie would most likely be expected to go to work in one of the many whore houses, where she could expect to be roughly used by the guards. Their regular pastimes included fucking and whipping contests, with one or more girls always failing to see out the night. If she was lucky, one of the richer merchants, or even the Duke himself, would notice her and take her to their bed for a while. Either way, she would most likely succumb to one of the many prevalent sexual diseases such as gonorrhea or chlamydia before a year was out.

Because of this, there was always a need for fresh girls and the captain of the Duke’s guard, Jeffers, and his trader friend Maxie were known to be the main procurers of girls for the Duke. Ellie was warned more than once to be sure not to catch these men’s eyes while she was in the city, if she wanted to stay free. Once the Duke had tired of a girl, which he inevitably would, she was sold on via Maxie to the brothel keeper with the deepest pockets.

Today, Ellie had rested in the den she had created in the root system of the huge, upturned oak tree in the wood.


Tonight, after dark, she would put in place the detailed plan she had developed and memorised over these long days and weeks. Ellie held her small cross in her hand and kissed it. A family heirloom, it had been passed down through generations of women in her family, until it was handed to her by her mother the day before she died. She never went anywhere without it, hanging comfortingly between her breasts. She then put her hand inside her woollen hooded cloak and withdrew the two daggers hidden there. She held them by the wooden handles and allowed the last rays of the setting sun to glint off the razor-sharp edges of the thirteen-inch-long single-edged blades. As she did so, the memories of the sequence of events that had led her to this day came flooding back to her, and a tear formed in her right eye and trickled slowly down her grubby, pale cheek.

 

[prtn]

good start. Setting very well the atmosphere

 

[Davec5299]

Chapter 2 – Happy Days

Wiping her cheek with her filthy sleeve, Ellie remembered back to the previous late summer in her village, East Tanfield, about thirty miles to the north-west of York. Her village was tiny, only about a dozen small cottages, and was five miles from the nearest town, Ripon, with which it enjoyed a close bond. Ellie had lived in the same cottage in the village all her life, being born in the rustic, single room building made of stone with a thatched roof. She had lived there with her parents until they both died some two years ago after contracting fevers from an illness that swept through the area at the start of winter. All her life she had known Will, who was two years older than her, and lived with his father in the village just a few yards from Ellie’s home. They had always been close; both had grandparents who had emigrated from Ireland many years earlier, and with the death of her mum and dad it was a natural course of events for Ellie and Will to marry and set up home together.


Ellie dearly loved her tall, well-built husband, with his black curly hair, slightly unkempt beard, cheeky grin and dancing eyes. His broad shoulders, deep chest, muscular arms and legs like tree trunks gave him a physical appearance that was very different to Ellie’s. She was petite; slim of shoulder, waist and hip and only a few inches over five feet in height. But what she lacked in stature she made up in spirit. Her piercing green eyes shone out from her pale, freckled face. Her high cheekbones and firm jaw were complemented by long, dark brown hair that would be plaited or ponytailed, or left to flow in soft waves over her shoulders. She was quick of wit and could flash a dazzling smile that would melt the hardest heart – but only when she wanted to.


They both worked hard in the fields to sow, nurture and harvest the wheat that was the lifeblood of all the towns and villages in the area. Will’s strength and energy was especially valued, and he became very well respected amongst the elders of the nearby towns. Ellie also helped in the wheat fields in addition to nursing the orphan lambs in Spring, and tending to the potato patch. But she was more interested in the herbs, flowers and plants in the nearby woods that could be used to keep Will and her healthy. She was certain that her parents could have been saved if the right medicines had been developed from the local flora. Ellie was guided and supported in her work by the wife of the elder from Ripon. She shared Ellie’s enthusiasm, introducing her to a variety of fungi with diverse effects when consumed or exposed to, and encouraging her to experiment with different combinations of herbs, flowers and crushed roots and leaves.


Only one thing worried Ellie during these happy times. She wanted to start a family and had been trying to do so since the day she married Will in a very simple ceremony in the village. After the ceremony they had lain together on the sheepskins that made up their bed and engaged in energetic intercourse in every possible position. Will had been very gentle at first, not wanting to hurt his beloved bride in any way, but with Ellie’s fervent cajoling, he became more and more forceful until they were both panting and breathless. They became covered in hot, sticky sweat, despite the cold of the winter’s evening. In the end it was Ellie on top of her new husband, bouncing up and down on his large, hard cock, grunting with the passion of her exertions as Will tried desperately to drive as far into her as he could. At the end of the night, they were both totally exhausted, but to Ellie’s great disappointment they did not conceive the child she so craved.


The happy couple tried again and again for the baby that would make their lives complete, but Ellie just would not fall pregnant. Her monthly cycle had been very painful for her since it started and remained so after she married Will. She worried that her failure to conceive was linked to this and eventually she confided her fears in the elder’s wife and together they made a plan so that Ellie and Will could produce a child. They compiled a long list of ingredients which Ellie collected over several weeks. Ellie would use these in the stew she was making for her and Will to celebrate the bringing in of the wheat harvest at the end of the summer.


The harvest had been very difficult this year. Cold temperatures and too little rain in the spring had stunted the growth of the crops and then a hot, dry summer had followed. The nurturing of the crops had been very hard work, but the farmers had dug irrigation channels and carried water from the rivers and streams to encourage the wheat to grow and the grain to develop. Although the final yield was less than they had hoped, the elder believed it would just be sufficient to sustain the town and its villages over the winter and pay the taxes due to the Duke of York.

Ellie went home a few hours before Will and started to prepare for their supper. The lamb stew had been cooking in the pot all day with many of Ellie’s special ingredients already in it. Some of the herbs and crushed roots and leaves she was using were familiar to her and she had used them before, but obviously without success so far. This time she was drastically increasing the amount she was using, and she was adding a whole range of new roots and herbs too, as well as some new fungi. Ellie also knew that today was the best day of her cycle to conceive, and she was absolutely determined and convinced that she would fall pregnant this time – at last.

Ellie threw copious amounts of the herbs and flowers into the stew pot and stirred them in. Then she took the new, special ingredients and used her pestle and mortar to gradually crush them into a very fine green-orange coloured powder. According to the elder’s wife this powder should be added to the stew just before it is eaten, and it also had other applications that would aid fertility, provided that it was ground finely enough to be fully absorbed by the skin. Ellie was excited to try these out this evening as well.

Will was due home shortly, and Ellie wanted to be fully prepared. She had borrowed the villagers’ bathtub for the evening and been filling it with water heated on the fire. Now she added fresh, cold water and stripped off for a rare, but welcome warm bath. She sat in the tub and allowed the lovely, warm water to flow over her. It was bliss!


Ellie washed herself thoroughly and then put her hands between her legs and rubbed the warm water into her. She felt so excited about her plan for tonight! She groaned and removed her slippery fingers, ‘Wait for Will, you naughty girl!’ she told herself.


The sun was setting, and the warm water was cooling, so Ellie got out of the tub and dried herself, letting her long, dark hair hang loose.

Ellie picked up the mortar and put the index and middle fingers of her right hand into the fine powder. She could immediately feel the heat and itchiness of the powder on her fingertips. She rubbed her fingers into the damp nipple of her left breast. Ellie gasped as the powder touched her sensitive bud. She immediately felt her face flushing as she rubbed the powder round and round her areola and over the rapidly hardening tip. Her nipple burned hotter and hotter as Ellie continued to rub in the powder. Her neck and chest were now also burning but she was determined to carry on rubbing in the powder until there was none left on her fingers. Her nipple swelled to over twice its normal size and seemed to be pulling her breast outwards and upwards from her chest. Ellie gasped as tears filled her eyes, but she continued rubbing her nipple until her fingers were clean.

Then Ellie did the same to her right nipple until it too was swollen and red and the whole of her body from her chest up was blushed a bright crimson.


Determined to follow her plan to the end, Ellie then scooped up more powder in her fingers and rubbed it into her labia and clitoris, hopping from one leg to the other as her sex lips burned furiously. Undeterred, she scooped up yet more powder and shoved her fingers into her sex and worked all the powder deep into her most sensitive flesh. After several minutes of frantic hopping and rubbing Ellie was gasping for breath with tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. Finally, she looked at her fingers to make sure all the powder had been used up.

Ellie put on one of Will’s large, white, cotton smocks. It was a bit wide in the shoulders and it came down to the middle of her thighs. Ellie parted the laces in the front to show plenty of her freckled cleavage.

Ellie looked down at her chest. Her dark, proud nipples were very clearly visible through Will’s sheer cotton smock. It would be very obvious to Will that they were reddened and swollen, and she was sure her breasts had got bigger too. She gingerly touched her left nipple through the smock and immediately gasped as a shooting, burning sensation flashed through her chest. ‘Fuck! she gasped. ‘This powder is surely something special!’ thought Ellie.

She poured the rest of the powder into the stew and gave it a good stir. Then she ladled her portion out of the pot and sat on the floor to start eating it. She had other activities planned for while Will was eating his stew.

Ellie took a first taste of the hot lamb stew. Hot was the right word. Almost immediately she felt the heat in her breasts and sex increase yet more. In fact, she found that she could not keep her legs together and had to change her position to sit cross-legged and allow some air to her crotch. As she took further mouthfuls Ellie was becoming ever hotter and it was all she could do to stop herself touching herself and bringing herself off. She hoped the stew would have the same effect on Will when he returned home – and she hoped he would return soon!

 

[Davec5299]

Chapter 3 – A Night of Highs

Just as Ellie swallowed the last spoonful of her hot lamb stew, the door opened and Will walked in, hot and tired after a full day’s work. He pulled off his heavy boots as Ellie jumped up and embraced her loving husband and they kissed passionately for a few seconds. As she pushed herself away from his sweaty body, Ellie could feel her nipples and sex burning afresh and she could not prevent a huge grin spreading across her face. Will was staring at Ellie’s breasts with his mouth agape. After a few seconds, he too grinned as Ellie took the stew pot from the fire and motioned to Will.

‘Sit! Eat! Eat it all! Now!’ she instructed forcefully.

Will did what he was told and sat close to the fire with the stew pot next to him. He took a spoon and dipped it in the steaming stew. He blew hard on the spoonful of stew before gingerly sipping his red-hot supper. As he did so, he looked up to see his wife prancing and springing round the cottage, swirling and twirling with his white cotton smock flowing out and up giving him exciting glimpses of her smooth thighs, her boyish ass cheeks, and sometimes even her hairy bush.

‘Eat!’ she shouted when she saw him staring open-mouthed as she cavorted past him.

Will took a mouthful of the rapidly cooling stew. He immediately felt the heat rising in his body and quickly took another huge mouthful. Ellie was spinning barely two feet away, the hem of the smock as high as her waist. He could feel the heat as her glistening sex flashed past his eyes every few seconds.

Will gulped down mouthful after mouthful as his young wife continued to spring and prance around him. For Ellie it was the only way she could take her mind off her burning need for sex. She knew that Will had to eat his stew before they made love to get the best chance of conceiving, and she was certainly not going to pass up this opportunity. The elder’s wife had told her the herbs, flowers, fungi and powder in the stew would be quickly absorbed by both of them and would improve their fertility for up to four hours. Surely this would make them conceive, as long as they both ate enough of it! Ellie span round towards Will to see how much stew remained.

‘Finish it all, damn you!’ she screamed when she saw some left the pot.

Will rapidly scooped up the last of the stew and gulped it down.

Immediately, he was on his feet and a naked Ellie threw herself at him with her arms clinging to his broad back and her legs wrapped around his waist. Reciprocating her passionate kiss, Will carried his pretty, young wife to their bed, fell softly to his knees and laid her down gently on her back.


Gasping audibly, Ellie ripped her husband’s shirt off while Will untied the cord holding up his scruffy trousers and pulled them quickly down past his knees before kicking them away. All the while their lips remained locked, and Ellie’s tongue was almost tickling her husband’s tonsils.

Will felt his cock spring upwards as soon as it was freed from his clothes. It seemed to be longer, thicker and harder than ever before, and it seemed to have a mind of its own as it searched out Ellie’s burning hot sex. His tip touched the bottom of her greasy lips, and he moaned loudly as the hot powder residue invaded the pores at the hyper-sensitive tip of his cock.

‘Oh fuck!’ he screamed as his cock burned fiercely.

‘Just get the damn thing in!’ growled Ellie as she wiggled her bum, so her slit was touching his cock.

Will hesitated just for a split second, but that was too long for Ellie, so she pushed him off her onto his back and climbed on top.

Ellie sat down with a thump, causing Will to scream as his cock fully entered her red-hot cunt.


‘Fucking hell!’ he shouted as his cock burned and swelled inside her.

Ellie was already on the up as she started riding her husband vigorously, slamming down on him harder and harder, her hands on his shoulders and her sweat streaked, red-tipped breasts bobbing up and down in front of his staring eyes.

Will cupped her slippery left breast in his huge right hand and squeezed it. Then he raised his head to suck the swollen, bright red nipple that was tantalisingly hovering in front of his mouth. He captured the hard bud in his teeth and put his lips together to suck it, but quickly jerked his head away and hurled a large gob of spit to the floor.

‘Fuck, that’s burning!’ he cried.

Ellie took no notice and continued to ride her husband’s cock for all she was worth, raising herself up and then crashing down as hard as she could, seemingly oblivious to the burning sensation she must have felt with his cock embedded in her spiced-up sex.

Will now grabbed both of Ellie’s smooth, soft breasts, kneading her fatty and glandular tissue but being sure to avoid touching her swollen, fiery nipples and areolas. ‘She’s got great tits for a slim lass,’ he thought to himself for the millionth time before he groaned as Ellie’s ass yet again smashed down on his balls.


Will’s erection seemed to be lasting forever and Ellie took yet more deep breaths as she tried to keep up her pace. Her tits were bruised and aching from Will’s progressively more rigorous mauling, but she hardly noticed as the fire in her sex continued unabated. Her thighs were tiring so she bent forwards a little and flexed her arms to help maintain the pace and vigour of their fucking.


Will noticed his wife start to falter, but he knew he was not yet ready to finish. Suddenly he flipped her over onto her back and took over, thrusting as hard as he could into her before pulling out and pounding her again, and again, and again. Her hard, red nipples irritated his muscular chest in this new position as the fine powder continued to seep out with the sticky sweat on her breasts. For Ellie, the tiny, wiry hairs on Will’s chest seemed to scour her swollen buds and stimulate them to grow even more and push themselves up towards the heavens above. The feeling complemented the urgent pistoning of his engorged cock in her hot pussy, and she shuddered with every delicious thrust of his powerful hips.


Will gripped his wife’s shoulders even harder to gain maximum leverage as he pummelled her sex incessantly. He had gradually got used to the heat around his cock and was enjoying it more now after the extreme intensity earlier. His level of arousal remained off the scale, however, as yet another drop of sweat fell from his forehead onto his beautiful wife’s pretty nose. He looked down at her face; her mouth still agape, gasping for breath, her flushed cheeks glowing luminescently, her pretty freckles scattered randomly across her flawless skin like tiny pebbles on a smooth sandy beach, and her eyes wide open, staring brightly up at him and portraying the acuteness of her deep and prolonged arousal.

Ellie’s legs wrapped tighter around her husband’s thighs as she tried her very best to allow his urgent thrusts to penetrate her as deeply as possible. More of his sweat fell on her face, showering her eyes, but she cared not and blinked it away with a few quick bats of her bright, green eyes.

‘Keep going,’ she gasped. ‘Deeper! Harder! Faster!’

Will grunted and renewed his efforts again, digging his fingers into Ellie’s bony shoulders until they hurt.

‘Good.’ She encouraged him. ‘Don’t stop!’

Will didn’t stop. He was able to continue fucking his gorgeous, young wife for much longer than either of them would have thought possible. The herbs, flowers and fungi, the crushed roots and leaves, and the lamb stew had given them both levels of sexual arousal and stamina they had never known before. When Will tired, Ellie took over and rode him anew. When Ellie’s legs began to cramp, Will would flip her over and carry on.


Ellie had experienced orgasm after orgasm as her high level of arousal continued. She really enjoyed the feeling of Will’s hard, thick cock in her sex, and the prospect of this enjoyable activity resulting in them having their first child was all she wished for. Will, of course, greatly enjoyed having sex with his lovely, young wife. He knew how important it was to Ellie for them to start a family as soon as possible and he was looking forward so much to bringing up a strapping, handsome son, or pretty, graceful daughter.

‘I need to cum,’ gasped Will, as he felt his long-awaited climax approaching.

‘Wait!’ growled Ellie. ‘You need to get on top!’

Will flipped his wife onto her back just in time. He felt the pressure in his balls reaching the point of no return and urgently needed to squirt his seed into his beautiful wife.

‘Get right deep into me!’ screamed Ellie.

Will grunted and thrust his cock as hard as he could into his wife’s sex.

‘Deeper!’ she shouted.

Will’s eyes bulged as he tried to penetrate his wife’s vagina as deeply as he possibly could.

‘Urrrrgh!’ snarled Will as his climax finally erupted.

‘Ahhhh!’ Ellie groaned as she felt him cum inside her. ‘Stay there! Keep going!’

Will kept ejaculating as long as he could with his cock embedded as deeply as possible in his wife’s sex. Finally spent, he rolled off his gasping wife and lay on his back beside her, panting heavily.

Ellie gathered up one of the sheepskins, rolled it up and placed it under her hips. Then she gripped her husband’s hand hard as she lay next to him. She looked across at his smiling face and grinned.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered.

‘No. Thank you,’ he replied softly, before closing his eyes.

 

[Migoz2]

Chapter 3 – A Night of Highs

Just as Ellie swallowed the last spoonful of her hot lamb stew, the door opened and Will walked in, hot and tired after a full day’s work. He pulled off his heavy boots as Ellie jumped up and embraced her loving husband and they kissed passionately for a few seconds. As she pushed herself away from his sweaty body, Ellie could feel her nipples and sex burning afresh and she could not prevent a huge grin spreading across her face. Will was staring at Ellie’s breasts with his mouth agape. After a few seconds, he too grinned as Ellie took the stew pot from the fire and motioned to Will.

‘Sit! Eat! Eat it all! Now!’ she instructed forcefully.

Will did what he was told and sat close to the fire with the stew pot next to him. He took a spoon and dipped it in the steaming stew. He blew hard on the spoonful of stew before gingerly sipping his red-hot supper. As he did so, he looked up to see his wife prancing and springing round the cottage, swirling and twirling with his white cotton smock flowing out and up giving him exciting glimpses of her smooth thighs, her boyish ass cheeks, and sometimes even her hairy bush.

‘Eat!’ she shouted when she saw him staring open-mouthed as she cavorted past him.

Will took a mouthful of the rapidly cooling stew. He immediately felt the heat rising in his body and quickly took another huge mouthful. Ellie was spinning barely two feet away, the hem of the smock as high as her waist. He could feel the heat as her glistening sex flashed past his eyes every few seconds.

Will gulped down mouthful after mouthful as his young wife continued to spring and prance around him. For Ellie it was the only way she could take her mind off her burning need for sex. She knew that Will had to eat his stew before they made love to get the best chance of conceiving, and she was certainly not going to pass up this opportunity. The elder’s wife had told her the herbs, flowers, fungi and powder in the stew would be quickly absorbed by both of them and would improve their fertility for up to four hours. Surely this would make them conceive, as long as they both ate enough of it! Ellie span round towards Will to see how much stew remained.

‘Finish it all, damn you!’ she screamed when she saw some left the pot.

Will rapidly scooped up the last of the stew and gulped it down.

Immediately, he was on his feet and a naked Ellie threw herself at him with her arms clinging to his broad back and her legs wrapped around his waist. Reciprocating her passionate kiss, Will carried his pretty, young wife to their bed, fell softly to his knees and laid her down gently on her back.
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Gasping audibly, Ellie ripped her husband’s shirt off while Will untied the cord holding up his scruffy trousers and pulled them quickly down past his knees before kicking them away. All the while their lips remained locked, and Ellie’s tongue was almost tickling her husband’s tonsils.

Will felt his cock spring upwards as soon as it was freed from his clothes. It seemed to be longer, thicker and harder than ever before, and it seemed to have a mind of its own as it searched out Ellie’s burning hot sex. His tip touched the bottom of her greasy lips, and he moaned loudly as the hot powder residue invaded the pores at the hyper-sensitive tip of his cock.

‘Oh fuck!’ he screamed as his cock burned fiercely.

‘Just get the damn thing in!’ growled Ellie as she wiggled her bum, so her slit was touching his cock.

Will hesitated just for a split second, but that was too long for Ellie, so she pushed him off her onto his back and climbed on top.

Ellie sat down with a thump, causing Will to scream as his cock fully entered her red-hot cunt.
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‘Fucking hell!’ he shouted as his cock burned and swelled inside her.

Ellie was already on the up as she started riding her husband vigorously, slamming down on him harder and harder, her hands on his shoulders and her sweat streaked, red-tipped breasts bobbing up and down in front of his staring eyes.

Will cupped her slippery left breast in his huge right hand and squeezed it. Then he raised his head to suck the swollen, bright red nipple that was tantalisingly hovering in front of his mouth. He captured the hard bud in his teeth and put his lips together to suck it, but quickly jerked his head away and hurled a large gob of spit to the floor.

‘Fuck, that’s burning!’ he cried.

Ellie took no notice and continued to ride her husband’s cock for all she was worth, raising herself up and then crashing down as hard as she could, seemingly oblivious to the burning sensation she must have felt with his cock embedded in her spiced-up sex.

Will now grabbed both of Ellie’s smooth, soft breasts, kneading her fatty and glandular tissue but being sure to avoid touching her swollen, fiery nipples and areolas. ‘She’s got great tits for a slim lass,’ he thought to himself for the millionth time before he groaned as Ellie’s ass yet again smashed down on his balls.
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Will’s erection seemed to be lasting forever and Ellie took yet more deep breaths as she tried to keep up her pace. Her tits were bruised and aching from Will’s progressively more rigorous mauling, but she hardly noticed as the fire in her sex continued unabated. Her thighs were tiring so she bent forwards a little and flexed her arms to help maintain the pace and vigour of their fucking.
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Will noticed his wife start to falter, but he knew he was not yet ready to finish. Suddenly he flipped her over onto her back and took over, thrusting as hard as he could into her before pulling out and pounding her again, and again, and again. Her hard, red nipples irritated his muscular chest in this new position as the fine powder continued to seep out with the sticky sweat on her breasts. For Ellie, the tiny, wiry hairs on Will’s chest seemed to scour her swollen buds and stimulate them to grow even more and push themselves up towards the heavens above. The feeling complemented the urgent pistoning of his engorged cock in her hot pussy, and she shuddered with every delicious thrust of his powerful hips.
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Will gripped his wife’s shoulders even harder to gain maximum leverage as he pummelled her sex incessantly. He had gradually got used to the heat around his cock and was enjoying it more now after the extreme intensity earlier. His level of arousal remained off the scale, however, as yet another drop of sweat fell from his forehead onto his beautiful wife’s pretty nose. He looked down at her face; her mouth still agape, gasping for breath, her flushed cheeks glowing luminescently, her pretty freckles scattered randomly across her flawless skin like tiny pebbles on a smooth sandy beach, and her eyes wide open, staring brightly up at him and portraying the acuteness of her deep and prolonged arousal.

Ellie’s legs wrapped tighter around her husband’s thighs as she tried her very best to allow his urgent thrusts to penetrate her as deeply as possible. More of his sweat fell on her face, showering her eyes, but she cared not and blinked it away with a few quick bats of her bright, green eyes.

‘Keep going,’ she gasped. ‘Deeper! Harder! Faster!’

Will grunted and renewed his efforts again, digging his fingers into Ellie’s bony shoulders until they hurt.

‘Good.’ She encouraged him. ‘Don’t stop!’

Will didn’t stop. He was able to continue fucking his gorgeous, young wife for much longer than either of them would have thought possible. The herbs, flowers and fungi, the crushed roots and leaves, and the lamb stew had given them both levels of sexual arousal and stamina they had never known before. When Will tired, Ellie took over and rode him anew. When Ellie’s legs began to cramp, Will would flip her over and carry on.
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Ellie had experienced orgasm after orgasm as her high level of arousal continued. She really enjoyed the feeling of Will’s hard, thick cock in her sex, and the prospect of this enjoyable activity resulting in them having their first child was all she wished for. Will, of course, greatly enjoyed having sex with his lovely, young wife. He knew how important it was to Ellie for them to start a family as soon as possible and he was looking forward so much to bringing up a strapping, handsome son, or pretty, graceful daughter.

‘I need to cum,’ gasped Will, as he felt his long-awaited climax approaching.

‘Wait!’ growled Ellie. ‘You need to get on top!’

Will flipped his wife onto her back just in time. He felt the pressure in his balls reaching the point of no return and urgently needed to squirt his seed into his beautiful wife.

‘Get right deep into me!’ screamed Ellie.

Will grunted and thrust his cock as hard as he could into his wife’s sex.

‘Deeper!’ she shouted.

Will’s eyes bulged as he tried to penetrate his wife’s vagina as deeply as he possibly could.

‘Urrrrgh!’ snarled Will as his climax finally erupted.

‘Ahhhh!’ Ellie groaned as she felt him cum inside her. ‘Stay there! Keep going!’

Will kept ejaculating as long as he could with his cock embedded as deeply as possible in his wife’s sex. Finally spent, he rolled off his gasping wife and lay on his back beside her, panting heavily.

Ellie gathered up one of the sheepskins, rolled it up and placed it under her hips. Then she gripped her husband’s hand hard as she lay next to him. She looked across at his smiling face and grinned.

‘Thank you,’ she whispered.

‘No. Thank you,’ he replied softly, before closing his eyes.

Very erotic! Nicely done!

 

[Davec5299]

Chapter 4 – An Early Morning Walk

Ellie couldn’t sleep. She lay next to Will and listened to his gentle snoring for hour after hour. The fire in her nipples and sex had not completely disappeared and she had hoped they may make love again during the night, but there was no sign that her husband would be up for it.

Ellie was certain she would now be pregnant. She remembered the level of arousal and passion they had both felt, the intensity of their lovemaking, and the volume of Will’s sperm she had felt him ejaculate deep into her vagina, close to her cervix. Combined with the date, her most fertile day of month, there could surely be only one outcome. Perhaps she could even feel it now, just a few hours after they had made love.

Ellie smiled to herself. This was surely the happiest time of her life.

Ellie lay all night on her back, her hips raised by the sheepskin and her legs slightly apart. She felt a lingering tingle in her sex and found it easy to convince herself this was the first stirrings of a precious new life within her. She smiled to herself constantly and listened to the rhythmic, peaceful breathing of her wonderful husband lying next to her.


At last Ellie rose, slowly and stiffly. She placed a gentle kiss on the lips of Will and quietly dressed. Brown woollen leggings tied at the waist, a dark green cotton smock and a long sweater with a loose belt, and a brown woollen, hooded cloak on top, tied at the neck. And her cross on its leather lace, of course. Her usual garb for a chilly early morning forage in the woods. She tied her soft leather boots, gathered a small, sharp knife and a wicker basket, and silently slipped out of her lovely cottage.

It was still almost pitch dark outside, maybe an hour before dawn would break, but Ellie knew her way intimately and soon found her path through the woods that surrounded the slumbering village. Within half an hour she had already gathered a good variety of herbs and fungi to add to that day’s cooking. Nevertheless, Ellie carried on walking a little further into the wood. She was enjoying the calm, peaceful quiet, punctuated by the occasional scurrying nocturnal rodent and the earliest cries from the coming dawn chorus. Every now and then Ellie would rub herself and smile. ‘I can feel you growing there, my precious one,’ she whispered.

As the first glow of the sun rose in the east, Ellie turned for home. She knew Will would soon be rising and she wanted to hug him and tell him how much she loved him. As she got closer, she noticed a fiery tint through the trees. Concerned, she hurried her pace as more flames and smoke became visible. Running now, Ellie raced to get home, fearful that one of the cottages in her village had caught fire. She had to get there to help put it out.


As she got nearer Ellie saw the flames more clearly. The whole village seemed to be ablaze. How on Earth could that have happened? She heard shouting, unfamiliar men’s voices, and screaming, horrible screaming. What could be happening? Ellie dropped her basket and leapt over tree trunks and through bracken to get home. She must get home now. She must get home now. As she came to the edge of the wood, just a few yards from the nearest cottage, Ellie could see that each cottage in the village was on fire. She saw men on horses racing between burning cottages, shouting and yelling as they brandished flaming torches or long, shiny, bloody swords. Standing aghast, she noticed the insignia on the horses’ caparisons – it was that of the Duke of York!


‘Why are the Duke’s men destroying my village?’ Ellie asked herself as she stood in total shock at the edge of the wood.

Suddenly, one of the horsemen shouted out. ‘We’re done ‘ere, Sire. All t’cottages are burnt to t’ground and all t’villagers slain.’


Another horseman, who was dressed more finely on a grey horse, and who had stayed some yards from the village, answered, ‘Well done, Jeffers. Well done, lads. That will get the message through. Let’s go home!’

Ellie stared at the man on his grey horse. He was older than the rest, slightly podgy and an uncertain rider. ‘Was that the Duke of York himself?’ she thought as the man led the others away into the early morning mist.

In a panic, Ellie raced to where her own cottage had been. ‘Where is Will? Oh, God, where is my beloved Will?’ she asked herself as she picked her way through the smouldering embers of the cottages. Ellie cried as she noticed bodies of her friends and neighbours littered around the village. Some were horribly charred by the flames that had engulfed their homes, while some were bloody or beaten, but not burnt at all. But where was Will? Where was her wonderful husband and father of her newly conceived child? Where was he? Surely, he could not also be dead?

With tears streaming down her face, Ellie stepped over a pile of smouldering ashes close to where the door of her cottage used to stand. There was Will, lying naked on his back. Ellie stood and stared. She dropped to her knees and cuddled his handsome face. She kissed his lips, his cheeks and his forehead. And Ellie wept. Ellie wept like she had never wept before.

 

[Doragon]

With tears streaming down her face, Ellie stepped over a pile of smouldering ashes close to where the door of her cottage used to stand. There was Will, lying naked on his back. Ellie stood and stared. She dropped to her knees and cuddled his handsome face. She kissed his lips, his cheeks and his forehead. And Ellie wept. Ellie wept like she had never wept before.

Very well written, the build-up is excellent and the dreadful situation and emotions can be felt clearly.

 

[montycrusto]

Shove another 50p in’t slot, tha daft puzzock, ah can’t see nowt!

 

[Doragon]

Shove another 50p in’t slot, tha daft puzzock, ah can’t see nowt!

The images are very dark indeed. What's the source of this in itself excellent material?

 

[Davec5299]

Shove another 50p in’t slot, tha daft puzzock, ah can’t see nowt!

It's night-time or just dawn breaking! It's dark! Please adjust your monitor settings!

It'll be daylight for the next chapter.

 

[Davec5299]

The images are very dark indeed. What's the source of this in itself excellent material?

The main source of images for the first half of the story is a movie called 'Timeline' from 2003. Here.

The plot is very different to my story, but quite a few scenes transfer well to the first half of 'Ellie' with little manipulation, except some cropping and changing day to night

Later scenes have much more complicated manipulations - more like jigsaws really.

 

[Davec5299]

Chapter 5 – Clearing Up



A gentle hand on her left shoulder stirred Ellie. She looked up to see the face of the elder’s wife from Ripon. Ellie rose and hugged her friend and mentor.

‘Why? Why did they do this?’ she wailed.

‘I’m so sorry, Ellie,’ the woman answered soothingly. ‘A week ago, the Duke’s men came to our town. They ordered that we increase the amount of grain we give him as taxes. We told them we would not have enough to feed ourselves over the winter, but they said the Duke was adamant. They said he would give us two weeks to find it, but it seems that his patience did not last that long. We had no idea he would do something like this. Oh, Ellie, I’m so very, very sorry.’

‘What does he look like, the Duke?’ asked Ellie between sobs.

‘A bit chubby, to be honest. He always rides a distinctive grey horse.’

Ellie pushed herself away from the woman’s embrace and looked down at her dead husband. Protruding from his chest were the handles of two daggers. Ellie pulled them out of Will’s bloodied body and cleaned his blood off the blades. The daggers were very familiar to her. The blades were of well-crafted, strong, shiny metal, with one very finely honed razor-sharp straight cutting edge, and the handles were made of wood. About one foot six inches in length, they had been given to Ellie and Will by Will’s father on their wedding day. They had been displayed above the hearth in their cottage. A symbol of love, they had now been used to brutally kill the innocent man in his own home. Ellie placed the daggers in the inside pocket of her woollen cloak and looked at the elder’s wife.

‘Come with us, Ellie,’ the woman whispered. ‘We will bring the dead to the town to be buried.’

In a trance, Ellie searched through the remains of her lovely cottage. Nothing was recognisable in the charred rubble. The walls had collapsed in the fire when the roof had burnt through, and Ellie prodded at the stones with her foot, noting the mangled remains of the villagers’ bathtub that she had enjoyed so much just hours earlier. Finally, Ellie saw something she could salvage from the ashes. She picked up her pestle and mortar and put it with the daggers and then she joined the others from the town who were collecting the bodies of the dead and putting them in carts to take for burial. Ellie sat in the back of the cart with the body of her husband, wrapped in blankets. She held his hand throughout the hour-long ride to town, her tears staining her pretty cheeks and tumbling occasionally onto his cold skin.

That evening all the villagers were buried in the town churchyard. The town priest gave a blessing. Ellie remembered none of this as she drank a soothing potion in the elder’s house before falling into a fitful slumber.

A few days later a group of men came to the town to collect the extra taxes. Ellie saw them and left her spot in the potato patch to approach them, wiping her teary cheeks with her muddy hands.

‘Is the Duke with you?’ she asked, sternly but politely.


‘He doesn’t trouble himself with t’likes o’ you, lass,’ came the haughty reply. ‘Now keep out t’way.’

Ellie stood her ground until the man slapped her hard across her face and pushed her away. Ellie slapped him back and then pushed one of the other men, who tripped and fell to the ground. She was immediately set upon by the others who tried to drag her into the woods. Ellie struggled desperately.


‘Come over ‘ere with us, you dirty fuckin’ whore,’ shouted one of the Duke’s men as he lifted Ellie off her feet. ‘I’ll give thee a taste of some fine, meaty Yorkshire cock.’


‘Fuck off! Let me go, you bastard,’ Ellie screamed. While the townsfolk watched the commotion, the elder’s wife pushed her way through the crowd.

‘Leave her be!’ she shouted at the men. ‘She’s with me!’


The men reluctantly let Ellie go and she returned to the woman’s side, glowering at the men.

‘You need ta keep more control over your filthy whores,’ shouted the man who had first slapped Ellie. ‘Unless she wants a taste of our whips in t’town square.’

‘And our fine cocks up ‘er ass,’ added another of the men.

‘Fetch your grain and leave us, please,’ asked the elder’s wife firmly.

They took with them five carts fully loaded with grain. This was just a small part of the extra taxes the Duke had levied on the town and its dependent villages. The total burden for the year amounted to almost half of the harvest. The Duke would sell the grain to the merchants in the city for a tidy sum. Each year he made sure the town and village farmers had no surplus of their own to sell so he could set his own price.

Nobody mentioned the destruction of Ellie’s village and the murder of its inhabitants.

 

[Davec5299]

Chapter 6 – Life (and Death) in the Town

Gradually Ellie became accustomed to life in the town. It was not the life she had loved so much, nor was it the life she wanted, but the elder and his wife were very kind and Ellie had only one thing on her mind – to nurture the wonderful new life that she was sure was growing inside her.

Ellie collected fungi, herbs and plants for the pot, just as she always had. She would do so alone, walking deep into the woods and finding new places to go. Every day she would sit for a while and remember Will – his smiling face, his broad chest, his laugh. And his wonderful cock, thrusting deeply within her! Ellie would grin and pat her tummy.


Ellie talked politely with other townsfolk, smiling as much as she could considering her grief. Most were very friendly and caring, and Ellie appreciated their kindness.

Ellie spoke often with the elder’s wife about her fungi, herbs and roots and the different foods that could be foraged from the woods. Ellie enjoyed experimenting with different combinations of plants and learning of their different healing or wellbeing properties. While the great benefits always seemed to be her main interest, she also learnt that some plants, or parts of plants, especially fungi, could be very poisonous. Different combinations in different presentations; powders or liquids or airborne particles, could cause different ailments. Sometimes these could be serious, or even fatal, particularly if the poison entered the respiratory system or the blood stream. Ellie was very careful how she handled such plants.

The autumn weeks passed slowly for Ellie. Then, one day, she was foraging in the woods when she bent down to sniff a pretty, small, yellow flower. Ellie groaned as a sharp, searing pain shot through her tummy. She dropped her basket, doubled up and lay on the ground, clutching her stomach. Sweat formed quickly on her brow and she groaned louder and longer. Ellie put her hand down her leggings and cupped her sex, trying to reduce the awful pain. After a minute or two the pain eased slightly and Ellie removed her hand. It was covered in fresh blood! Breathing heavily and streaming in sweat, Ellie slowly regained her feet and staggered the short distance back to the town. Somehow, she made it eventually to the elder’s house where his wife lay her on her bed and tried to stop her bleeding and control her fever.

For four days Ellie was engulfed in a life or death battle with a roaring, hot fever. Each morning and evening the priest visited to pray for her as the elder’s wife used all her skill and knowledge to try and keep Ellie alive.


Ellie was incoherent, screaming Will’s name, swearing vengeance on the Duke of York, and calling him all the names she could find in her fevered mind. It seemed certain Ellie would die, and with her the village she had been born in.

But the elder’s wife refused to give up on Ellie, and somehow, with the aid of all her medications and care, and the prayers of the priest, Ellie’s fever broke on the fifth day. She lay exhausted on her soaking wet bed and whispered to the woman who was mopping her brow, ‘My baby. Is my baby all right?’

‘I’m so sorry, Ellie. There was a very tiny baby, but not any longer. I’m so sorry.’


Ellie wailed loudly and covered her face with her hands.

After a few weeks Ellie was able to get up, and she tried to wash away her pain in the bathtub. Alone in the cottage she screamed her anguish to the world between heavy sobs. She knew her life had changed again, and so had she.


Ellie was polite and friendly towards the elder’s wife who had saved her life, and she expressed her gratitude often and with heart-felt sincerity. In the course of their conversations Ellie learnt that it was very unlikely that she would be able to conceive another child in the future.


Ellie spent many lonely hours at her husband’s grave, which was now also the resting place of her unborn child.


She walked for long periods in the woods but collected few plants for the pot. She would often go out alone at night, for she found the solitude comforting and she could study the fungi and other rare plants that thrived in the dark. She talked to few people in the town and then with an atypical curtness. She often seemed to be deep in her own thoughts but would never share them.


Since her illness Ellie had suffered a persistent, worsened pain in her lower abdomen. She knew the two were connected and were the reason she would never conceive again. Although she took a cocktail of fungi, herbs and roots every day, her cycle consisted of many days of constant pain punctuated by two or three days of excruciating agony each month. The only medication that helped at all on those days was poppy juice, so Ellie kept a small field of special poppies so she would always have a regular supply. Nevertheless, Ellie found this wearing and upsetting. Was this to be her lot for the rest of her life?

The winter months were cold and long. Christmas celebrations came and went and then Ellie approached the elder’s wife.

‘I need to go,’ she said, softly. The woman smiled back at her.

‘I thank you from the bottom of my heart for all you have done for me,’ she added.

‘I wish you well, Ellie. You have suffered more than anyone deserves. I hope you can find peace and happiness.’

‘I once had both, but I doubt I will find either again in this world,’ Ellie replied.

‘Then maybe in the next.’

Ellie smiled, picked up her bag, and walked slowly out of the town on the road to York. She did not look back.

 

[Davec5299]

Interlude – Poll 1

With everything that she has experienced, what do you think Ellie will do now?

1. Go to York to confront the Duke
2. Keep going past York and on to London to find a new life with a new man
3. Go to Bolton Abbey and become a nun
4. Get a job in one of the whore houses in York
5. Attack the castle single-handed and try to murder the Duke in his own bed
6. Find a quiet place in the woods and live out her life in peace and solitude

Please make your mind up quickly, the next chapter will be posted tomorrow. I hope you're enjoying it.