her high into the air to bring her down facing him on the horse, her naked legs closing about his waist as she threw her arms around his neck tightly.
The horse reared and raced forward, out of the square and through the village gates, and along the road through the open farmland.
Beauty was jogged up and down, her sex spread wide open against the cold brass of the Captain's belt buckle. And her breasts were pressed against his chest, her head tucked beneath his head against his shoulder.
She saw cottages and fields flying by under the dim crescent moon, the dark outline of an elegant manor house.
The horse turned into the denser darkness of the woods, galloping on as the sky vanished above, the breeze lifting Beauty's hair, the Captain's left hand bracing her.
Finally Beauty saw lights ahead, the flicker of camp-fires. The Captain slowed his pace. And they drew near a little circle of four snow-white tents, and Beauty saw a score of men gathered around the large fire in the center of the circle.
The Captain dismounted, setting Beauty on her knees at his heel, where she crouched, not daring to look up at the other soldiers. The tall trees towered over the camp, delineated in a ghastly flicker of firelight.
Beauty felt a thrill at the lurid flicker, though it struck some deep chord of terror in her.
And then to her shock she saw a rude wooden cross staked in the ground facing the fire, a short stubby phallus sticking up where the two beams were fitted together. The cross was not quite as high as a man, and the cross-piece was nailed to the front of the other beam, the phallus jutting up and forward at a slight angle.
Beauty felt a catch in her throat as she stared at it in the grim unsteady light of the fire. And she looked down at the Captain's boot quickly.
"Well, are the patrols back?" The Captain was asking one of his men. Beauty could see his feet planted before her. "And you've had no luck?"
"All the patrols are back but one, Sir," said the man, "and we have had luck but not what we expected. The Princess is nowhere to be found. She may have made it to the border."
The Captain gave a low disgusted sound.
"But this," said the man, "we flushed from the woods just over the mountain at sundown."
Timidly, Beauty looked up to see a tall, large-boned naked Prince pushed forward into the light of the fire, his body streaked with dirt, his balls laced up tight to his erect penis, with a pair of heavy iron weights dangling from the leather. His long full head of brown hair was snagged with bits of leaf and earth. His legs and massive chest exuded power. He was one of the biggest slaves she'd ever seen. And he looked directly at the Captain with large brown eyes that showed resentful fear and excitement.
"Laurent," the Captain said under his breath. "And no alarm yet even from the castle that he is missing."
"No, Sir. He's been flogged twice; his buttocks are raw, and the men have had a go at him. I thought it was what you would wish, no use keeping him idle. But we waited for your command to mount him."
The Captain nodded. He was eyeing the slave with obvious anger.
"Lady Elvera's personal slave," he said.
The soldier who held the Prince's arms pulled the Prince's head back by the hair; and the light shone full on the Prince's face, his brown eyes flinching, though he still looked at the Captain.
"When did you run away?" the Captain demanded. He took two long strides towards the Prince, and twisted the Prince's head back even more cruelly. Beauty could see them clearly against the light of the fire, the Prince bigger even than the Captain, his body shuddering now as the Captain examined him.
"Forgive me, Sir," the slave said under his breath. "It was late today that I ran away. Forgive me."
"Didn't get very far, did you, my pretty Prince?" the Captain asked. He turned to the officer. "The men have taken their pleasure of him?"
"Two and three times over, Sir. And he's been run and whipped well. He's ready."
The Captain shook his head slowly and took the slave by the arm.
Beauty's soul trembled for him. As she knelt in the dirt, she tried to keep her legs apart and her glances furtive.
"Did you plan this attempt with Princess Lynette?" the Captain asked as