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Author: MsCardea
Title: Robin Robin Introduction
Elspeth
As she reached out to light the candle in her window, Elspeth paused and
smiled to herself. How lucky she was to be spending her days in this
nice cottage with wonderful windows, a door, and a fireplace stocked
with wood. She had everything she desired. Almost.
It had been ten long years since her release from that retched witch
camp. Her tortured body had healed and her spirit was somehow gaining
some normalcy. She thought of Helen and her last days before her
execution. Poor dear Helen, she would laugh if she saw Elspeth with a
lit candle. The witches were not allowed to have fire for light or
warmth. It was feared that if the witches were allowed fire, they would
summons the Devil to come and rescue them. The women constantly endured
sleep and light deprivation, in an attempt to make them “confess” that
they were indeed witches. So many women executed just because they
needed sleep. Helen had been the only real witch that was executed. She
left behind her 13-year-old daughter, Janet. In the days before her
impending release, Janet had held on to every moment she had with
Elspeth. Elspeth had been the woman who held her when the guards came to
take her mother away for her beheading. Elspeth helped her get warm and
taught her to sleep with her eyes open so the guards wouldn’t make her
march to deprive her of sleep. Six months after Elspeth was captured,
she gave birth to a baby girl. The baby was taken from her mother within
minutes of her birth and it was assumed that the child was killed. Janet
was four years old at the time and helped fill Elspeth’s empty arms.
After her release, Elspeth never heard from the young Janet again.
Eventually, Elspeth was freed into the custody of the King.
“Miss, His Majesty comin’ up the path.” Elspeth’s manservant, Duff,
warned her. Elspeth sprang for her chair and smoothed her hair. “Good
work Duff!” She praised as she dabbed her body with lemon oil.
“Elspeth!” His Majesty called out from atop his horse. Elspeth opened
the door. “Please come in, Your Majesty.” The slave girl Rose placed His
Majesty’s chair in its proper place and scurried out the door. No slaves
or servants allowed in the cottage when the Mistress had any callers,
especially royal ones. “Elspeth…” His Majesty quietly spoke to her.
“It’s happening again. You must cure me and quickly.” He pleaded with
his head lowered. Elspeth loved the fact that she got to see this
vulnerable side of him. “He’s such a boy!” She thought to herself as she
tried not to smile. “Sir, you will have to come back at sunset if it is
to be effective. I will make my potion fresh and potent. We will need
privacy.” She explained. “Very well.” He rose from his seat and walked
out the door.
Elspeth had only a few hours to prepare her herbal remedy for impotency.
She used a mixture of herbs along with the sweat of a pig and the
strongest mint she was able to gather. She crushed it up and made it
into balls. The king had no idea that Elspeth kept a stash of the
concoction ready made. All she needed to do was take some out to dry.
She loved to make him wait and squirm. He was so bold to the world
around them. His stature was towering and his voice…it was strapping. If
anyone found out about his problem or the procedure to remedy it, she
would be sent back to the camp for sure. The king would be furious if he
knew that instead of Elspeth packing the magic balls up his royal anus,
he could simply take it as tea with honey. Elspeth was a white witch,
but she did have an evil streak that had to be groomed and fed to keep
it tamed.
Perhaps after His Majesty goes back to the castle Elspeth would whip
Duff or Birk and then use his body for her pleasure.
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