Lessons in Manners

\"So tell me, what seems to be your problem?\" Markas asked.

\"Well you see M-my Lord, last season we took out a loan from a local lender to expand our schoolhouse. However, you see yields have been down and quite a few families can no longer afford tuition—\"

Markas interrupted, \"and what would you have me do about it?\"

The man took a deep breath, \"We have exhausted all other options, we need relief or we\'ll be sent to prison.\"

\"Ah I see, and who are you exactly anyway?\" Markas asked.

\"Robert, son of William, of the town of Goodhampton, about ten miles to the west.\" Robert said, looking up in a pleading way.

Markas looked up in memory, \"William, William. You said that you represent a school. Did your father ever work as a hired tutor?\"

\"Ah yes quite a few years back; however, he\'s getting in age and so can\'t travel like he used to.\" Robert said.

\"My dear Robert, let me tell you a story. As a noble I was taught by many tutors, always a good student. My teachers always gave my father glowing reviews. But one day there was one that was stern, impossible to please, and he called me lazy and worthless. I will remember that man until I die, can you guess who he is?\" Markas asked.

Robert began trembling, and his breathing became heavy, \"Please sire, we\'ll have no where to live.\"

Markas rested his head on his hand and gave a slight smile, \"I do admit that revenge on a descendent is backhanded, but I\'ll take what I can get.\"

Robert started to tear up, and barely mouthed out, \"Please...\"

\"Now now I am moved by your plight, and I\'ll grant all that you ask on one condition.\"

Robert looked up in hope.
\"It\'s simple,\" Markas said, \"all you have to do is denounce your father before this prestigious court.\"

\"What!?\" Robert said, \"B-but I love him, I love him so—\"

\"Look you don\'t have to, and when the collectors throw your family in prison you\'ll have nobody to blame but yourself.\" Markas said.

Robert went quiet, put his face into his hands and began to sob.
\"Now Robert be quick and I expect it to be convincing,” Markas said.

Robert got himself under control and took a deep breath, but began trembling so had to take several more. Some of the courtiers began to mumble but Markas motioned them to silence.

\"My father, William of Goodhampton, is a liar, a thief, a cheat. He should not be trusted and I am ashamed to be his son!\" Robert cried into his hands.

\"I\'ve heard that he also has a fondness for peasant mistresses, causing your poor mother to cry every night, is this true?\" Markas asked.

\"Yes!\"
\"And what does that make him Mister Robert?\"
\"An adulterer!\" Robert cried through his sobs.

\"These indiscretions are indeed serious, but it is better that the community knows about them. Now I command that all his debts be paid plus fifty silver as a gift from me to his suffering family.\" Markas said.

Markas leaned forward, \"Now, am I a kind sovereign?\"

\"...... yes my lord.\"



Markas was tired, and when he went to his chambers all that he wanted was sleep. However when he entered all thoughts of rest immediately left his mind.

The room was exactly as he left it, and that was the problem. His bed was unmade and the clothes from the day before were still on the floor. It should have been completely clean before he retired and this obviously did not happen.

Ellie ran in at that moment, breathing hard from coming in at a dead run. However seeing Markas survey his unclean room showed that her effort was in vain.

\"S-sorry m\'Lord, the taskmaster has had me do so many things today. I\'m sorry I\'m so late.\" Ellie said, looking down to the floor.

Markas was quiet for a moment, \"When I made you my personal servant it was under the assumption that you had learned. However it looks like I need to be more thorough.\"

Markas moved quickly, grabbing Ellie by the back of the neck. He pinched hard into the sides and she yelped in pain. Ellie started to get a bad headache from his grip but it only got worse as he started pulling her. He pinched and pushed down, forcing her into a stoop, but started to pull harder and harder. Down the hallway and the stairs the guards pretended that they didn’t see a thing.

Ellie was brought down to that dungeon at the basement, and he found what he was looking for. It was so fast the she didn\'t have time to protest; Ellie was laid down on something hard, and her hands were jerked up and clamped above her head. Markas went for her legs, but she started to kick so he couldn’t get a grip. Reaching under her skirt he grabbed hold, feeling her smooth skin in his hand as he forced each one to its place. Although the clamps were tight her arms were still bent; she pulled, but the restraints were obviously heavy and secure.

Markas started pacing around her wooden \"bed\" and her eyes followed.
“I shall tell a personal story,” Markas said, “and I assure you\'ll be interested. Back when I was a boy a peasant was caught hunting in my father\'s personal forest. So that man was dragged down here and put on the rack.\"

He patted the wood she was laying on, \"This rack holds that memory and I\'m sure countless others. My father, in his wisdom, brought me down here to watch, the man pleaded and begged but my father might as well been deaf. Every turn of the wheel pulls the limbs apart in both directions, until the person tells you what you want to know or he dies. That poor peasant honestly had nothing in the way of information so….”

As he continued pacing his hand moved over the turning wheel, “Click, Click. The man started to panic. Click, Click. He looked increasingly uncomfortable and tried to pull against it. Click, Click. Then he started to wince in pain. Eventually I winced myself when the clicks came, but they continued without reprieve. Then came a popping noise, as his arm was removed from his shoulder socket, I believe it was at this time that he started screaming.”

Ellie obviously wasn’t fond of this story, and started pulling on the restraints.
“Now, now.” Markas said, “He was much stronger then you and struggling didn’t do him any good. To continue, despite all this my father was as stone, he obviously considered that peasant below the deer he killed. The poor man did start to scream less, but that was just because it was harder for him to breath. Click, Click, Snap! Then that’s when he screamed in a voice so loud that I’m sure everyone could hear…..”

Markas leaned next to Ellie’s ear and whispered, “My legs, my legs. I can’t feel my legs.”
Ellie began to sob, and she shook at the restraints all the more.

“It was then that the guard in the greatest act of mercy I had ever seen cut that peasant’s head off. Well to finish up a long tale nobody poached in my father’s forest ever again. I hope you learned the moral from my little fable.” Markas said.

Markas pulled out a long dagger and cut the fabric between the breasts, she could feel the coldness of the metal but it did not cut her. He reached into the opening and then ripped the fabric apart. Markas pulled and tore everything between him and her skin. He could feel her panicked breathing and already sweat drenched body, while he pulled the rest of the dress away at both sides.

“I have to admit, that you are a far more pleasant sight then that peasant ever could be, ah, but I always thought that I had far better taste then my father. Also better ideas….” Markas said.

Markas walked away for a moment, and the sound of searching could be heard, after a minute he seemed to find what he was looking for. They were large clothespins, the ones used to hold the heavy linen to the clothesline. He moved in and caressed her inner thigh, her body shook at his touch, and then he pinched a bit and held it with a clothespin. His hand moved up, across the hip onto her stomach, then he pinched just below the bellybutton and put on another clothespin. Markas moved all over her body, one on her arm, another on her calf, but his hand never left her. He continued his journey mapping her body and placing his landmarks until he came to her large breasts.

Markas moved Ellie’s nipple, she moaned and panted as he rubbed and pinched until the nipple became erect. Then he placed a clothespin, but this one had a piece of heavy twine attached. He then moved to the other breast, massaging and caressing, then clamping with the special clothespin. He took the right string and tied it to the right arm restraint, pulling up the breast slightly. She moaned as she stared at what was on her chest, and Markas proceeded to do the same to the left breast.

Then he pulled something out of his pocket, a quill pen, the feather large and choice above most others.
“Now we’re going to play a little game.” Markas said

“Please….”

“Now now I’m sure you’ll get the hang of it as we go along.” Markas said
He then took his pen and moved it across her body, moving up her stomach and then turned to her side. As he moved up along her the pen moved across the sensitive skin under her arm. She then despite her situation started to giggle incessantly, as the pen tickled her; she was on the verge of full-blown laughter.

Click, Click.

The laughter stopped dead, as her limbs were pulled; on top of that the string pulled her breasts up even more.

“Ah I see you’ve already grasped the rules.” Markas said, then continued.
He moved along her arms, then chest as he sometimes caressed, on occasion traced the curves of her body, and then deliberately tickled the sensitive areas. She bit into her lip, and struggled against everything not to make a sound. He moved down her leg, and put the now sweat drenched pen under her knee. Ellie spasmed and twisted, but she managed not to utter a sound. Then he was at the soles of her feet, and began to play with them. She couldn’t hold anymore and blurted out a giggle.

Click, Click.

Now her limbs were fully extended and her breasts started to rise in the air. He continued, moving where he wished, sometimes poking the places that the clothespins were turning the skin red. Markas then put the palm of this hand on her face and looked into her eyes, then put the quill pen between her legs.

She shook and moaned, arching her back as much as she could, and as he twisted the pen it turned into a full out scream. Click, Click. He moved the pen around as his other hand turned the wheel, pulling it in and out as her limbs stretched. The clothespins on her breasts pulled them up more and then popped off. She shook all the more as the wetness between her legs was more now then just sweat. She seemed in that moment to cry, scream, and moan all at the same time.

Before she was done Markas quickly released the restraints and her limbs pulled forward. Ellie was naked, sore and several clothespins were still attached to her.

“Now if you’ll excuse me,” Markas said, “but I’m going to bed, perhaps my fondness for a clean room is more then apparent now.”

Markas walked over and patted Ellie on her head.
“I hope my stories won’t give you nightmares or anything.”


I had a few more things I wanted to do with these characters so I decided to do a second chapter, I may even make it a series if I get anymore good ideas.