This is the first of a series of short stories about Lord Fletcheour and his realm of Vicmarian that existed almost a thousand years ago in the extreme northern part of what is today Great Britain.
Early in the eleventh century the world was very much a different place. Lord Fletcheour was Lord of the manor and had acquitted his title and grant to his lands from his father who had died in battle while on one of the many crusades to the holy land. When he had taken over the estates in his early twenties Lord Fletcheour had immediately begun to redefine the way that his lands were run and administered. As a result of his efforts he had achieved a strong, prosperous and happy little realm with the primary commodity and focus being women.
From his earliest days Lord Fletcheour had intuitively understood that the world of men focused on the charms of fairer sex. Men fought one another, conspired, killed and conquered primarily to acquire and enjoy the company and bodies of women. He was determined that this would not be a factor in the lands under his control. As luck would have it his lands were in the very far reaches of the empire and were protected on three sides by the rough cold north seas and by largely impenetrable mountains on the land side where there were a minimal number of passes. Lord Fletcheour made certain that he paid all of his taxes to the King in a timely fashion with extra special gifts sent on a regular basis to curry favor. He also made sure that he supplied enough men to kingdom's army to cover all of his conscription calls. For this reason he never brought disfavor upon his lands or created envy on the part of others in the kingdom.
His lands consisted of the main city Vicmarian and three smaller villages with numerous outlying farms. The area was known for its fine dairy products, sheep and the variety of seafood that the fisherman harvested. The entire realm consisted of about three thousand five hundred souls four hundred of whom were men who were either in the regular guard or militia. The head of the well-trained army was Lord Fletcheour's devoted younger brother who kept order and quietly dispatched any man or woman who even hinted of posing a threat to the status quo.
The people who lived in the manor ranged from slaves to freemen and each owed the Lord certain services ranging from rents to yearly services. Each man owned his land at the pleasure of Lord Fletcheour and had to do as he was commanded or could be expelled from the land and losing his home and all of his possessions often even including his wife and children. It was a very rare occasion when one of the citizens found Lord Fletcheour's displeasure. Those who did were not expelled they simply disappeared.
The key part of the fiefdom's success was Lord Fletcheour's two cousins whose job it was to travel around the entire kingdom and bring new settlers to the territory. By design they would travel primarily to workhouses and orphanages and select comely young maidens and young men always by a factor of at least two females for each male. Lord Fletcheour always insisted that the new citizens be at least eighteen years of age and few were older than twenty. The two men would make a dozen such trips a year and as a result there was always new blood coming into the area with the majority being young ladies. The young men would be sent to the farms and the army for training and the young women would be adopted into the community in a number of different capacities. There were always families eager to accept them into their homes for they would receive added stipends for doing so.
Times were peaceful as every man knew for fact certain that he would have a wife to keep his house and share his bed. If a woman would perish in an accident or during childbirth another female was always available to quickly fill her place. There were also a number of brothels that were kept around the land where a man might always sample a fresh taste of female flesh when he grew bored at home. The Lord understood that every man wanted a strange soft female wiggle under him from time to time. It made the home happier and for the most part prevented lusting for another man's woman. On occasion some of the women were sent to places like North Africa and Arabia where they were bartered for fine goods and strong horses.
All in all it had been an extremely successful plan for almost fifteen years. The result was that everyone remained happy and content.
At the moment it was a beautiful spring evening outside with the gentle fragrant breeze blowing through the open windows of the manor house. Lord Fletcheour sat on a large cushioned chair in one of his bedrooms. A beautiful young lady was brought into the room that he used for the regular ritual that he was about to execute. He nodded at the squire who had brought her in and the man quickly left the room. He remained silent and looked at the woman who stood before him with head bowed looking intently at her feet. One of the rules of the kingdom was droit de seigneur also known as jus primae noctis, which gave him, the High Lord, the right to have the bride of any marriage on his lands on her wedding night. It was a right that he exercised very frequently. In fact it was quite rare when he didn't bed a new bride. It was a commonly whispered joke that many of the young children of the fiefdom had the physical characteristics of the Lord of the manor.
The girl before him had been married that very afternoon to an older farmer who had lost his first wife and as part of the law had been brought to him, as was convention, by the man's father after the festive ceremony. She was relatively attractive with a lovely mane of long brown hair. She seemed to have a nice round body under her dress, a body that would bring her husband many nights of warmth and pleasure during the cold winters.
"What is your name child," he asked.
"I am called Beverly, My Lord," she responded still looking at her feet.
"How old are you?" He asked.
"I turned eighteen last week, My Lord" she responded. He wanted to be certain that his rules were being faithfully followed that no maiden were to be taken before they passed that birth date.
"Do you know why you are here?" he asked, getting pleasure from the tormenting of the young woman and feeling his cock beginning to swell with anticipation.
"Yes, My Lord, I have been told that you have the right to my maidenhead."
"That is quite true. It would please me a great deal if you would disrobe my dear," he said in a stern assertive tone that left no room for her to disobey.
Lord Fletcheour was man in his late thirties who had never taken a wife. He had no reason to as he had plenty of women to enjoy and didn't want the aggravation of a wife and partner. Marriage would have to be for others. He had though fathered a son with one of the chambermaids that he recognized as his heir who was named Alfred. He had an exceedingly special arrangement for Alfred and this young woman standing before him. He had done so because there was another beautiful bride that was to be brought to him the very next day for her deflowerment. She was an incredibly lovely blond named Heather whom he had been keeping an eye on since she had reached puberty and had begun to blossom. He had considered at one point that when she became of marriageable age that he would take her as his bride but had tarried and she had chosen another for her betrothal. Regardless or more honestly because of his loss he wanted to enjoy her completely throughout the next night as he had dreamt of her for years. He didn't want the girl currently standing in front of him to diminish any of his pent up ardor for Heather. There was no way that he would allow her to do anything to weaken him to the point where he did not succeed in having Heather return to her husband already pregnant with his child.
