Chapter One

This will be a tale regarding the history of kate and her two daughters, abby and anna. Of course, we all know anna as lava, my sexy little pet. The tale begins in 1292, two years before lava was born. kate's mother was a cook in The Horn o' Plenty, a small tavern near the Hampton Inn. Her father had had disappeared years ago deserting his parental responsibilities.

Looking for work at the age of 16, kate had accepted a job as a house servant at Hampton Castle working for Lady Josephine Hampton. It consisted of pleasant duties and paid much better then working as a tavern wench in the village of Hampton.

Lord Edward Hampton, the owner of the castle and most of the surrounding lands, had taken an immediate liking to the young lass. She thought of him almost as her missing father, so she wasn't at least concerned when he took her for a walk in the gardens one evening.

He took her in the castle maze, saying she needed a guide to help find the center where you could hear a fountain running. She had seen the fountain from the upper floors of the castle, but had never attempted to find her way in there alone. The very thought of getting lost in there and spending a night alone was terrifying.

It was a delightful evening and she was thrilled with being invited. They joked and had fun, stopping each time she made a wrong turn and entered a blind. He had brought along a flask of brandy, and offered her little sips along the way. The poor young girl had no clue what Edward had in mind as he guided her along with one hand gently on her back.

They eventually reached the center and watched the fountain from the surrounding benches as darkness crept in. He kept plying her with little sips of the brandy, knowing that would deplete her senses and weaken her resistance when he made his move.

The poor girl was delighted as he kept saying how lovely she was. He lifted her chin, stared in her violet eyes, then kissed her right on the mouth. Was she shocked? Yes, but having a man like Lord Edward pay all this attention to her was exhilarating. The kisses continued like rain, his tongue invading her mouth and she only hesitated for a moment when she felt his hand slide under her petticoats. She expressed concern, but when he told her he loved her, she consented to his advances.

There in the soft grass by the fountain, Lord Edward stole the young girl's virginity. She was in love, and he played her like a fiddle, saying although they could never marry and must keep his advances a secret, he loved her and would care for her forever. She was lucky she didn't get pregnant that very night since he took her with no protection.

Being a typical teenager, kate bought it all. She had a crush on this handsome man, which she felt was love. Edward filled the void in her life, being without a father for all those years. They secretly met almost daily where he gradually taught her how to enjoy sex in every way humanly possible. He would have her strip naked and kneel at his feet, her knees spread wide. He made her masturbate before him, teasing her with his manhood until she begged to touch it.

She learned the pleasures of oral sex, something Edward loved. It was kate's way of pleasing him and she wanted to please him desperately. When they did have intercourse now, Edward used a piece of sheepskin to cover his weapon, explaining that it would prevent her from producing an unwanted child.

kate did her best to properly serve Lady Josephine, but Edward's wife was not a stupid woman. She knew her husband had married her for financial and political reasons, but never truly loved her. They had frolicked in her bed often after they were married, but as soon as first Walter and then Phillip were born, his interests faded and he started pursuing other females for entertainment.

Josephine tolerated his philandering because she wasn't truly in love with Edward either. She had secured her position in life and had two fine young sons. Walter was passive and more like her, while Phillip was a handful, more like his father.



Josephine ignored Edward's toying with the various servant girls, but she worried about his periodical evening affairs with visiting ladies. He seemed to love the pursuit and seduction of lovely women, married or not. She didn't need an angry husband killing her provider in some silly duel.

She realized the thing Edward was building with kate was serious, he might even love this young and willing child, but it did reduce his pursuit of the other women, so she pretended not to notice.

It was at a huge holiday party that kate first caught a glimpse of Edward bedding a lady, the wife of a prominent local land owner. She was in one of the upper castle floors when she heard the noises, the grunting she recognized as Edward in heat. She tiptoed down the hall and carefully opened the door of the guest bedroom. There was Edward on top of Lady Eleanor thrusting his tool in and out of her as she moaned and groaned in passion.

Entranced at the sight and angry for some reason, kate couldn't leave. She stayed there at the crack in the doorway and watched until they reached their climax, the lady cumming first, her head whipping back and forth as she screamed out in passion. Then Edward uttering that he loved her as he came inside her. When he pulled out, kate saw that he had used no protection like he insisted doing with her. He had deposited his life giving seed in another man's wife.

kate ran away in tears. She never minded the fact that Edward had sex with his wife periodically, but screwing a neighbor's wife, saying he loved her and not using protection upset her immensely. Maybe he was only using her, and didn't really love her. There was only one way to find out.

She planned her own seduction. She chose a night when Edward was drinking heavily in the library, a place they often used for their late night affairs. She entered the library wearing only the sheer gauze nightgown that he had bought her, walked over in front of the fire and began to dance. She knew he loved watching her dance and tease him with her body

She watched as the lump grew in his pants and selected the appropriate moment. She danced ever closer, reached down and undid the ties that released his weapon. When he tried to speak, she hushed him with a finger on his lips, then kissed him as she gradually straddled his body.

She hovered over his manhood, barely touching it with her nether lips ----- then dropped down engulfing him inside her. He whispered how much he loved her between groans, then spent his viral seed deep up inside her. She thought she had won!

However, the unavoidable happened. She knew in a month that she was with child. She happily informed him on a Sunday afternoon, expecting him to be pleased. Instead she found herself hurried away on Monday. A silly young girl. Her mother scolded her for her stupidity, but of course helped her through her pregnancy.

In anger, kate found Lady Eleanor's husband George in a tavern and advised him that Lord Edward was fucking his wife. He demanded a duel with Edward and kate hid in the trees hoping to see Edward get his just reward. Instead, Edward deftly won the duel and ran his sword in the other man's chest, killing him on the spot. It infuriated kate even more when she saw Edward in an open carriage with Lady Eleanor a few days later in the village. Obviously, Edward used that woman and gradually took over Lord George's property.

The baby was born on July 4th, 1294. kate named her anna and she grew up in The Horn o' Plenty with no idea who her real father might have been. When anna was old enough to ask where her father was, kate told her she was the result of one error in judgment, a night when kate had made a mistake and allowed a handsome traveling man entry.

Strangely enough, kate never lost that hunger in her belly and it was another sordid one night affair with a sailor that produced anna's younger sister, abby, who was born in 1296. Yes, kate used her talents to gain paying jobs in taverns.

anna had seen Lord Edward in the village of Hampton quite often, but he never gave anna a moments notice, and of course her mother never said a word.

Chapter Two

It was 1312 when kate found anna a job at Athelhampton. It must have been fate because it was anna's very first day at Lord and Lady Athel's mansion when the raid occurred. She was in the gardens working when she heard the noise in the main house and looked through a back window, watching in horror as they slaughtered, raped, stole and then set the manor on fire before heading off towards the village.

Holding a cloth over her mouth she had entered the rear of the manor and found Me the only one breathing. She had somehow managed to half carry, half drag Me to Martin's rear building while the flames tore through the manor. She had later crept into the village, only to find it ransacked and burned. There were few survivors and her mother did not appear to be among them.

It was a few more weeks until I was strong enough to rise and walk. As soon as I was able, I went through the remains of the manor, now only a few stones in a pile of rubble as the timbers had burned and failed. I found a few articles that survived the flames... My mother's ruby necklace which I still carry and My father's sword.

As the girl bathed Me one night, it became obvious to U/us both that I was regaining My strength, as well as My vigor. She blushed when she noticed the change in My manhood, and quickly turned away. I grabbed her arm, forcing her to remain close and stared into her big blue eyes. I saw fear there, but I also saw hunger. The girl could not deny the desires consuming her young body.

She stood motionless as I pushed her loose dress off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground, leaving her completely exposed to Me. My eyes traveled down her body and back up as I tugged her hand, motioning for her to join Me in the tub. She eased into the warm water and straddled Me, and W/we lost ourselves in the moment of passion and her complete surrender and submission to Me.

I knew then I would never let her go. Aye, twas that very night, the night of her deflowering, that I took her as My own, and vowed to keep her with Me forever and gave her the name of ~lava~. She blushes when I explain that I named her that because of the smoldering heat that lies between her smooth firm thighs, always ready to erupt for Me.

Ye have all heard in O/our biography about how W/we traveled north and eventually found MacLaaran, so lets get back to kate's tale.

Chapter Three

When the twenty raiders left Athelhampton and next attacked the Hampton Village, kate took abby down in the tavern's basement wine cellar and hid. They miraculously escaped the rape, pillage and burning of the village by hiding there for days, living off the wine.

By the time kate and abby reached Athelhampton, all they found were the graves of Lord and Lady Athel, and their servants alice and martin. There was no grave for Kyle Athel, nor one for anna. They had no idea whether the bandits had dragged them off, or if somehow they had miraculously escaped. At least the graves left a glimmer of hope.

They followed the trail north, often losing track of them, but eventually wound up in a small village in the Scotland Highlands named Gaspard. They were out of funds and kate used her talents to seduce the tavern owner, a short, stocky man with beady eyes and a toothless grin named Randy MacDuff.

Randy had worked his wife to death and his daughter had immediately run off, so he gave both kate and abby jobs as serving maids in the tavern and a room on the second floor.

It was abby that heard, from a devil may care young lad named Jack, about Gaspard Castle and rumors that a wild young knight named Kyle and a blonde haired hellion named lava had indeed visited Gaspard. Jack said the castle was empty because of all the ghost tales, but that night Kyle and his beautiful servant had obtained some supplies and headed in that direction.

Jack was afraid of ghosts and wanted no part of going to that castle, but he also wanted in abby's pants and she insisted that they sneak off and at least take a look. abby knew her mother would object to her going off alone with this handsome young Jack, so they snuck off riding Jack's horse.

They arrived at the castle as a storm was breaking. The first bolt of lightening struck and lit up the sky, giving abby her first look of the sinister castle just up ahead…..



Even abby shuddered, wondering if the ghost stories were true. Jack wanted to leave right then, but abby said no. They needed cover from the coming storm and would have to reach the castle before the storm broke. They jumped off the horse, tied him safely inside the old stable and ran, barely making it to the dilapidated drawbridge as the torrential rain began. Jack held her hand as they scurried across the drawbridge, dodging holes, never sure when the next rotten board might collapse and send them hurtling down into the murky moat.

The huge door creaked as Jack pushed it open. It was obvious no one was living there. Dust covered the floor and the few footprints they saw after lighting a torch were obviously months old. Jack lit a fire, which gradually took the chill off the main hall, while abby examined the old footprints.

"They were here all right. Look at her footprints. Petite bare feet like mine." abby said. Jack knew better than to argue with her. All he wanted was the storm to be over and to get out of there.

abby knew Jack had had some romantic notions about this little adventure, but she could tell those thoughts were fading fast. He really believed all those old ghost tales and was getting really nervous and jumpy. But… abby could feel his eyes on her as she bent over to examine those footprints….he was watching her skirt rise up!

It was then that she saw the note scrawled on the old stone wall. She held the torch close to the wall and read the shaky letters



"This proves they were here." she told Jack, "But who scribbled this? Someone has been here! We need to find whoever it was and see if they know where they went."

Jack looked at abby like she was crazy…"What we need to do abby, is get out of here. Look at the way that was scrawled. Whoever… or whatever …wrote that, might not be human."

That was Jack's fatal mistake. abby just laughed and said, "Ye're right. We must stay the night and see if whoever wrote this appears. We need to ask him or her if she heard anything …. possibly knows where they went!"

Jack started to object, but abby knew exactly what to do. She moved closer to him with a sexy little smile on her face. "i know why ye brought me up here, Jack. i hope ye are not so scared of a ghost that ye would miss an opportunity to spend a night with me, would ye?".. Then she batted her long dark lashes at him.

She moved even closer and pressed her body against him. She could immediately feel the growing lump in his pants. Jack was doomed. She allowed him to caress her breast, even slip one out for a moment, then she broke away…. "Later, sweets. First we must prepare for the night. We can shake the dust out of these old rugs and spend the night huddled here in front of the fire. Hopefully we will both get what we want out of this place"…then abby winked at him and got to work.

The storm abated a bit, but it never quit raining, and periodically there were bursts of thunder and lightening. Each sound frightened Jack, but the hunger in his loins would soon return. abby supposed the desire to bed her was more than his fear of a ghost. Besides, he mentioned that he had never really seen a ghost. Maybe they were all just wild tales.

They ate what was left of their lunch for dinner before the fire as darkness settled in that night. They sipped the wine Jack had found in the wine cellar and he had begun his little advances, again slipping her dress off one shoulder, and toying with her nipple as they kissed for the first time.

abby's old boyfriend had been killed by those raiders and it had been a long time since she had felt those little urges between her thighs. There was no question she was turned on by the very situation she found herself in, alone with a man that wanted her… and under these mysterious conditions.

Jack had just eased abby down on her back, his hand above her knee and beginning it's journey up her inner thigh when they heard the eerie moaning. Standing there, just barely visible, hovering in the light of the fire was a woman



They both sat bolt upright….. Her voice was unreal…. like coming out of a long tunnel… "I will not harm ye…. I know what ye seek."

Jack was stone silent, fear in his eyes. He knew this woman was a ghost. abby got up, and adjusted her clothing…. "Then… ye know where ma sister went?"….. abby tried to keep from sounding so scared. She wanted to run, but she just had to find out the truth.

"I had hoped they might stay, at least the handsome young gentleman, but His wench dragged him away," the ghost mused, her eyes glowing.

"Do ye have any idea where they went?… even what direction they took?" abby pleaded with her.

"What I heard was the name of a village…. It's etched in ma memory, because I still hope he might return. Kyle was a curious one all right."

<"Please…. the name of the village?" abby begged again.

"An even trade? … The name of the village in return for a favor?" the ghost's voice was still eerie, but softer now.

"Whatever ye want, just tell me where they headed," abby was trembling with excitement.

"I trust ye, girl…. If ye find them, tell Kyle I am here… He is the kind that will nae let his curiosity rest until he knows everything…. The name of the village he mentioned was…… MacLaaran….. And they went Northeast."

Then she just faded away…. like disappearing into a mist.

"Jack?"….abby turned to him.. "Do ye know of the name MacLaaran?"

"Aye… I do, tis an old village and a castle much like Gaspard…. I have never been there, but I hear tell a group have moved in there and are rebuilding the place." As he spoke, he kept watching the spot where the ghost had been.

"Will ye take me there?" abby pleaded.

"Hmmm"…his fear seemed to have subsided now…."Will ye make it worth ma while, lassie?"

Needless to say, she did…. *grinning*…. and it must have been a pleasurable experience…. but that part of the tale abby shall keep to herself.

Yes, abby found her sister here in MacLaaran. kate and abby still live in Gaspard so they can visit anna….or lava as she is known here……and aye, abby still enjoys Jack's company. Chapter Four

kate restrained herself from telling lava who her real father was, and she was terribly upset when Kyle and lava came to Gaspard that day, saying that they had heard from Lord Edward Hampton and were planning a trip there to consider the sale of Kyle's property.

She did everything in her power to talk Kyle out of going back to Hampton, and particularly taking lava along. Her inner fears told her that they just might find out who lava's father was, and worse yet, Lord Edward will find out that lava is indeed anna, his bastard daughter. Her efforts failed and they went off to Hampton together.

Shortly thereafter kate heard that the worst possible scenario had happened! Apparently, all hell broke lose down there when Lord Phillip tried to seduce or even rape lava. He's just like his father, with that burning desire for power and that hunger in his lions for women.

That was followed by news that Lord Edward had passed away and Lord Walter had died, supposedly from falling off a cliff.

After sitting on all this for several months, kate sent a message to lava asking her to come down to Gaspard, planning to tell lava the entire history, hoping to convince lava and Kyle to drop this whole affair and just let Phillip have the property before anyone else gets killed.

The End