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Whenthe evening meal was a

Thoughthe main reason, that Brant was pretty quiet during the meal, was that he wastrying to decide how, to go about getting his wife and son, back to his Castlewhere they belonged. Isabel seemed to be taking very good care of the child.But Brant was his father, and she had no right to take the child from him. Asurvey of the hall, made it clear that there were two of her people, to everyone of his. Cora said Isabel's knights had come to his lands to get her, sothey would be taking orders from her, not him. As her husband, they shouldrecognize him, as their Lord. They should follow his orders, but Brant did notthink he needed to test it, to prove that was not the case.

Whenthe meal was at an end, the serfs brought refills of wine, and ale, for thediners. Trying to make small talk, Brant commented, "The wine is quitegood. Do they make it here?"

Happyto talk about mundane things, Isabel answered, "Nay, but it does come fromone of my fiefs. While it is costly to bring it here, I think it is worth theexpense. They do make some wine here."

Isabelwaved Beautrice over, and handed Nathaniel to her. Brant watched as the serfcarried the babe over, and laid him down on a mat, near the hearth. He realizedhe was begi

"Youdo not look like you are feeling very well, My Lord," she said, when hiseyes met hers.  Reaching her hand out,she said, "Give me your hand."

Brantfound himself complying with her request. He raised his arm to place his handin hers. His arm felt really heavy as Isabel grasped his hand, and squeezed it.Brant tried to return the gesture, but found that his hand seemed to lackstrength. Isabel smiled at this and said, “That is good, My Lord. I think youare ready for a little fun, don't you?”

Then,she looked to her men, and said, “Let us get the Lord moved, someplace where hewill be more comfortable.”

Twoof the knights came forward to lift him out of the chair, by placing his weakarms over their shoulders. Then, they carried his clumsy form out of the hall.At first, confusion assailed his groggy mind, until herealized he was being lead toward the high stone wall surrounding the jail,where he had been held prisoner for nearly three months. He tried to struggleagainst the determined knights, but his limbs were not listening to his mind.His slight resistance barely slowed them down, and in no time, Brant was backin the cell he had been released from just over a year earlier. They sat him onthe bed, and stripped his upper body, baring his chest. That done, he was laidback with his head and shoulders, raised by several pillows that had been addedto the bed, since his last stay.

Brantnoticed that Isabel was lighting candles around the room. The light revealedthat a metal fire pit, had been added to the cell. Ahood over the pit, with a pipe, vented the smoke to the high window.

Oncethe candles were lit, Isabel said, "Alright, I can handle it from here.Please wait in the courtyard, to see that we are not disturbed."

Shemoved to the edge of the bed, taking hold of one of his arms. Brant felt a softband tighten around his wrist, and his arm was pulled up above his head. Hetried to pull the arm down, but it was held fast. Isabel raised his other arm,so that his hands touched. His mind said that he should resist, but a slightamount of pressure from her, overpowered any resistance.

"Iam going to kill you," Brant said, his speech slurred.



“Donot be melodramatic,” she replied, with a low laugh. “I told you, we are goingto have a little fun. You always like to have fun, Brant. Over,and over, again.”

Shebegan to untie his laces, and strip the lower half of his body.

“Stopthis, I will not do it,” he said.

“Ofcourse you will. I want to. How many times did I say no more? You wanted more,so you pi

Brantlay on his back, thinking that he should offer some resistance, but whateverIsabel's serfs had served with the libations earlier, seemed to be preventinghim from acting on his thoughts. Fortunately, she did not appear to be intenton pursuing the 'fun', she had mentioned. She was massaging one of his feet,paying close attention to an area right above his heel. Though he thought it anodd thing for her to be doing, it seemed to drain all the tension from hisbody. Somehow, the slightly painful sensations her ministrations weregenerating, caused a pleasant tightening in his loins. As if she knew hisdesire to resist was fading, Isabel moved to straddle his thighs.

"Ihave been told, that men like to look at a woman's body," she said, slowlylifting her gu

Seeingher naked body straddling him, convinced him that she would soon have him doingexactly what she wanted. He closed his eyes, to fight his body's response toher.

"Youdo not want to look?" Isabel asked. "You just want to feel?"

Sheran her hands up over his ribs, then brush her thumbsover his nipples. He felt her shift her position, to where she could run hertongue over one nipple. He opened his eyes. She slid a hand down to his swollenappendage, gently stroking her hand along it, before positioning him to enterher body.

"Doyou want to watch me, take you inside of me?" Isabel asked, drawing hisattention to where her hips straddled his.

Unableto look away, he watched as she lowered her body onto him. Then she proceededto rock back and forth, moving him in and out of her body. Isabel told him howmuch he liked what she was doing to him, until he groaned in pleasure, as hisbody released his seed into hers.

Brantturned his head to the side when it was over. As his breathing returned tonormal, he mulled over the fact that his mind had been quite against, what hadjust happened. His body, on the other hand, just would not listen to his mind.His wife lay forward on his chest, still straddling his body, and placed lightkisses down his neck. She told him, how much he enjoyed, being unable to keepfrom surrendering to her. After a few minutes, she was quiet, but she continuedto lie on top of him. Though he had softened, their bodies were still together.Brant thought of the times he had done that to her, remaining inside of her,until his body had recovered enough, to take her, again. Suspecting she had thesame thing in mind, he tried to move his body, but her weigh was resting onhim. The slight movement he managed, just moved herwith him. Once more, he wondered what he had been given. While his mind said heshould resist, he could not make his body move to do that. Clearly, if he couldmake his body move to fight her, his greater size and strength, would make iteasy to get her away from him. He lay there under her, for a while thinkingabout that. He tried to move her off of him, again, when he felt his bodybecoming aroused once more.