A painter’s apprentice chapters 1 and 2 (more to come) - Sex Stories

A painter’s apprentice chapters 1 and 2 (more to come)

... undress her. “Your father says you’ve bled?” She nodded. “You’re fertile?” “I-I don’t know!” She whimpered. “As soon as we’re wedded we’ll find out, I have no sons either.” Finally she stood trembling and naked, squirming under his gaze. Then he started to run his hands over her body. “First, lets make sure you’re a virgin!” One hand clutched her young breast and the other went between her thighs and prodded where she was most tender. She felt a panic welling up. He grabbed her shoulders and forced her to her knees. He held her by the hair. He unbuttoned his trousers. He pressed her face closer to him. “Don’t worry. This doesn’t spoil your virginity, my little peasant. You’ll still have some worth.” He smelled rotten. Her mind was reeling. Her limbs flailed outwards in shock. She had launched herself away from him and she bolted clumsily out of the room and down the hall. Jacopo simply gaped in astonishment but he was standing between her and the door. She seized a wine bottle and hurled it through the window, and launched herself through the shattering glass. She looked down in a frenzy to discover she was still naked. She savagely tore a curtain from the window and ran. She ran past the market. Faces gaped in amazement, but she ran past them. “What have we here? Little lecretia!” a familiar voice gloated. “Stop her!” roared Jacopo. She was suddenly thrown to the ground. She squirmed frantically and finally freed herself from the grasp of Filippa Materazzi. She wrestled ...

... the curtain from Filippa’s hands as she bellowed with pitiless amusement. She ran past the cathedral and straight out of Muro di Pietra. Her legs began to ache, then they went numb. Every time she thought of stopping she heard shouting and saw a dim glimmer of torches. The clatter of hooves. Cold rain stung her body. She did not know how long she had been running but she couldn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. She ran as fast as she could past sundown and all through the night, refusing to let her body collapse, while the icy rain chilled her blood and numbed her to the core. She looked up to see a dark shape looming in front of her. She was stiff and weak. Her vision was clouding over. Her mind was foggy. Her hand met splintered wood. There was a triangular roof. A door. If she knocked might someone come for her? Might someone help her? If she just knocked… There was hay. There came a soft neigh from inside. A horse? It was a barn… It shielded her from the razor-sharp wind, and the rain. She would rest here for a little while. Just for a little while… Chapter 2 It was Mesalina Pompeo who found Lecretia. Who brought her inside the barn and wrapped her in a blanket to rest. Suddenly the blanket was pulled off of her and the cold prickled her skin. “You found her behind the barn, Mesalina? Why doesn’t she have any clothes?” “I don’t know. That’s how I found her.” “I don’t want her. She’s skin and bones. She looks like she could barely lift a candlestick. Send her back outside.” Lecretia ...