Preface

 

The following extraordinary documents were discovered by Falconer in an attic in the West Country. He has had a lot of trouble translating the older ones as the languages they were written in go back to Sanskrit and beyond. He is still working on them, but in the meantime he presents what he has thus far discovered of the mysterious agent of female discipline who seems to have stalked the world since time began.

THE FIRST KING'S TALE

 

In the land of Albion, there was one cunt above all others that filled the dreams and fuelled the lust of every man in the kingdom.

That cunt belonged to the Duchess Igeme, the very desirable and extremely fuckable wife of Gerlois, one of Uther Pendragon's barons. There was not a man at Uther's court, be he a knight, squire or simply a stable lad, who did not dream of fondling her tits, sucking her nipples and sinking his cock deep into her luscious cleft. And they were not alone for Uther himself had developed a raging passion for her. So much so that he began to neglect his royal duties as he spent hour after hour imagining his shaft reaming her sopping cunt and ravaging the tightness of her arse.

Gerlois was a faithful and courageous ally and so Uther reined in his lust until his need for her overwhelmed his senses and he could no longer keep himself under control. Uther was the king and commanded the respect and loyalty not only of his knights but also that of the peasants. But whereas the common herd could do nothing but fantasise, he could do anything that he chose, or so he thought. So he declared his lust for her, but being morally outraged she rejected him and was whisked away by her husband, only to be followed by an enraged Uther and his knights who laid siege to Gerlois' castle.

However the siege did not go well and Uther failed to break the castle's defences, which only served to increase vastly his desire to plunder Igeme's most private treasures. His rage and frustration grew ever greater with each passing day until finally accepting that he was not going to overcome Gerlois' army he returned with his knights to Camelot. His failure did nothing to lessen his obsession with Igeme, in fact his craving for her cunt seemed to grow stronger with every passing day. Finally, in desperation he summoned Merlin from his lair in Brocelande to help him gain his wish.

The messenger despatched to find Merlin took some considerable time to journey across the sea and search Gaul for the wizard. And of course it took the same length of time for Merlin to travel to Camelot, so by the time that he arrived Uther was in a frenzy of despair and frustration.

"Never has the royal weapon ceaselessly and unendingly lusted after the same cunt! My passion is burning my heart and eating my soul. Sometimes I feel as if I am losing my mind, my need is so great. Day and night I think of nothing but sinking my cock into her oozing hole and spurting all my pools of spunk deep into her innards! You must find a way for me to fuck her!"

That was Uther's plea to the wizard.

And Merlin, who was surely the greatest of sorcerers, immediately found a way for the King to succeed in his quest - he transformed him into the likeness of her husband.

At that time I was in the employ of Uther and was frequently put to work chastising and correcting the female members of the royal household; a job that was as pleasant as it was necessary. And one that I had, even in those far off days been engaged in for quite literally ages.

In Uther's great hall, with the flames from the fire that always burned in the massive hearth making haunting shadows flicker and dance on the roof beams, the great sorcerer drew himself up and thrust out a hand. Instantly the flames burned with a brilliant, white heat and I could make out every hair of the wizard's beard and the flecks of blue in his steely grey eyes.

Almost as suddenly as they had erupted, the flames died back to what seemed like a sullen redness after the brilliant white light. And there before us; where Uther had stood only moments before, now stood Gerlois himself.

At least that's how it seemed to us.

I tried and tried again but could not see any discernable difference between the magically altered Uther and Gerlois.

And I was obviously not alone. There was much wonderment at the transformation and Uther had to send for a shield so that he could see his image in it before he could believe what Merlin had accomplished.

Taking only a handful of his most trusted knights and keeping me close beside him, Uther rode immediately to Gerlois' castle and we lay in hiding, deep in some nearby woods, to see what would come to pass.

After only a day or so, with the siege of his castle lifted Gerlois gathered his own knights and set out on a hunting expedition to re-provision his empty larders. We watched them ride away no more than a few yards away from us. Then Uther waited for a little while, almost dancing with impatience as he envisaged the delights that lay so close and were so attainable now. The beautiful Lady Igeme.

At length, when he judged it safe, he swung himself up into his saddle and taking only me with him, we rode for the castle. Of course, there was no attempt to stop him. To all intents and purposes, he was their liege lord and as Uther rode into the main courtyard, men bowed and women curtsied. To a groom who was surprised to see his lord back so soon, Uther merely smiled broadly and told him that he had risen so early from his wife's bed, he had neglected to attend to her as a husband should. Now he intended to put that right before he could concentrate on the hunt. He nudged the young man and winked broadly.

Thus did Uther skilfully allay any possible suspicions and thus was he able, taking me with him, to swagger unchallenged into the heart of the castle. And by the simple expedient of going towards where all the chambermaids were coming from, we were able to find the lady's chambers with no difficulty.

Uther simply walked into her room and began to woo her.

Treading carefully, still not fully trusting his transformation into Gerlois, Uther was courteous in the extreme. Declaring his everlasting love for Igeme he took her hands into his. Tenderly he turned them over and gently kissed them before looking into her eyes and kissing her on the lips with an obvious burning desire. The Lady Igeme seemed bewildered. Her husband was acting strangely and it was immediately obvious to me that he seemed to her to be completely different to the man she knew and was used to.

As of course he was.

For a few moments she seemed puzzled but Uther persevered until, like any woman she gradually succumbed to the allure of a powerful man and eventually she joyfully accepted that no matter what had changed him, her Lord and Master required her services. And as a loyal, dutiful and now adoring wife she would accept his sexual demands and treatment of her body without question.

Although he had suffered many months of frustration, now that his moment of triumph was at hand Uther was determined to savour it to the full.

And so he introduced the Lady Igeme to me.

As she looked questioningly at me, I could see the apprehension in her eyes. Of course she had never met me before and obviously did not understand the purpose of my presence. But she very soon would!