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the main course.'' The men laughed again.
When the young man had finished tying her to the table, she was spreadeagled and ready for what Sutherland had in mind.
******
A ring of men stood around the bed and listened to the priest as he crossed himself, and began to give Alexander his last rights. Despite his colossal size, the loss of Laird Muir and the imminent loss of his friend was too much for Laurie, and tears streamed over his blood-stained cheeks. When the priest had finished, Laurie took Alexander's hand and knelt down next to him.
''Dear friend, take heart, we did not yield to the evil of the Sutherland clan, and we have our lands still. Laird Irvine is alive, and he will assist us to find a new leader.'' He squeezed Alexander's hand more firmly. ''Remember one thing, you were magnificent in battle, we were magnificent in battle, and Sutherland went away empty-handed .''
He stood up and looked at Alexander. His face was swollen and covered in his own and his enemy's blood. His leg had a terrible gash in it, the bone was visible. Laurie was the only person around the bed to have seen the deep wound in Alexander's back. He knew it was no use hoping.
One of the men cried out and pointed. Then another and a third. Soon they all jumped back in horror. When Laurie followed their pointing figures, he saw it. Flesh closing over the wound on Alexander’s leg. First the bone disappeared, and then the tissue began to knit together. In a few seconds the skin was closing, and soon afterwards , there was no wound at all.
''Turn him over,'' Laurie wanted to look at Alexander's back. They were just in time to see the wound on his back close, no scar visible. ''The Lord is taking him,'' Laurie concluded.
Alexander coughed and spluttered his way back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the men ran out of the room leaving Laurie with a drawn sword, ready to slay whatever evil was at hand.
''Laurie.......what happened?''
''Jesus mother of Mary, is it you, Alexander?''
''Who else?''
''But your wounds. You should be dead. I took you half dead from the battlefield and unable to do anything for you, a priest gave you your last rights.''
''Well, clearly something very strange has happened,'' Alexander said. He pulled his leg away when Laurie rubbed his hand over the place where the wound had been.
''This place was open to the bone, just a minute ago. Don't you have any pain at all?''
''I have never felt better.'' He jumped up and began to run on the spot. ''Look, like new.'' Alexander thought for a minute. ''Do you know where Eana is?''
''Not exactly, but we think she has been held captive by Sutherland after visiting him in a vain bid to keep the peace.''
*****
The great hall at Sutherland Castle was full of warriors quenching their thirst after the battle. When Laird Sutherland spoke to them, it appeared the Sutherland Clan had won the battle. Some of his men looked at each other, rolling their eyes in the knowledge that neither side had won an outright victory, and that, in all probability, there would be another battle soon. They were all drunk, very drunk and very relaxed. Few of them could take their eyes from Eana as her curves strained against the rope which bound her.
''In a few moments, men, we will have some fun with this young woman. She's the daughter of Laird Irvine.'' The men booed, and some of them threw bread and wine at her. ''Muir is dead,'' the men cheered. ''And if his son isn't dead, I will be astonished.'' More cheers. He waved and walked from his place at the center of the banqueting table. When he reached Eana , he ran his hand over her calf and up under her skirt. When she screamed, the men laughed. Several of them began to masturbate at what was about to happen. In one movement, Sutherland ripped her kilt from her, and then her wine-sodden underwear. As her naked bottom became visible, Sutherland pulled his kilt up and got onto the table. He was drunk, but soon he stood above
When the young man had finished tying her to the table, she was spreadeagled and ready for what Sutherland had in mind.
******
A ring of men stood around the bed and listened to the priest as he crossed himself, and began to give Alexander his last rights. Despite his colossal size, the loss of Laird Muir and the imminent loss of his friend was too much for Laurie, and tears streamed over his blood-stained cheeks. When the priest had finished, Laurie took Alexander's hand and knelt down next to him.
''Dear friend, take heart, we did not yield to the evil of the Sutherland clan, and we have our lands still. Laird Irvine is alive, and he will assist us to find a new leader.'' He squeezed Alexander's hand more firmly. ''Remember one thing, you were magnificent in battle, we were magnificent in battle, and Sutherland went away empty-handed .''
He stood up and looked at Alexander. His face was swollen and covered in his own and his enemy's blood. His leg had a terrible gash in it, the bone was visible. Laurie was the only person around the bed to have seen the deep wound in Alexander's back. He knew it was no use hoping.
One of the men cried out and pointed. Then another and a third. Soon they all jumped back in horror. When Laurie followed their pointing figures, he saw it. Flesh closing over the wound on Alexander’s leg. First the bone disappeared, and then the tissue began to knit together. In a few seconds the skin was closing, and soon afterwards , there was no wound at all.
''Turn him over,'' Laurie wanted to look at Alexander's back. They were just in time to see the wound on his back close, no scar visible. ''The Lord is taking him,'' Laurie concluded.
Alexander coughed and spluttered his way back to consciousness. When he opened his eyes, the men ran out of the room leaving Laurie with a drawn sword, ready to slay whatever evil was at hand.
''Laurie.......what happened?''
''Jesus mother of Mary, is it you, Alexander?''
''Who else?''
''But your wounds. You should be dead. I took you half dead from the battlefield and unable to do anything for you, a priest gave you your last rights.''
''Well, clearly something very strange has happened,'' Alexander said. He pulled his leg away when Laurie rubbed his hand over the place where the wound had been.
''This place was open to the bone, just a minute ago. Don't you have any pain at all?''
''I have never felt better.'' He jumped up and began to run on the spot. ''Look, like new.'' Alexander thought for a minute. ''Do you know where Eana is?''
''Not exactly, but we think she has been held captive by Sutherland after visiting him in a vain bid to keep the peace.''
*****
The great hall at Sutherland Castle was full of warriors quenching their thirst after the battle. When Laird Sutherland spoke to them, it appeared the Sutherland Clan had won the battle. Some of his men looked at each other, rolling their eyes in the knowledge that neither side had won an outright victory, and that, in all probability, there would be another battle soon. They were all drunk, very drunk and very relaxed. Few of them could take their eyes from Eana as her curves strained against the rope which bound her.
''In a few moments, men, we will have some fun with this young woman. She's the daughter of Laird Irvine.'' The men booed, and some of them threw bread and wine at her. ''Muir is dead,'' the men cheered. ''And if his son isn't dead, I will be astonished.'' More cheers. He waved and walked from his place at the center of the banqueting table. When he reached Eana , he ran his hand over her calf and up under her skirt. When she screamed, the men laughed. Several of them began to masturbate at what was about to happen. In one movement, Sutherland ripped her kilt from her, and then her wine-sodden underwear. As her naked bottom became visible, Sutherland pulled his kilt up and got onto the table. He was drunk, but soon he stood above
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