Night Raider

by Gem

 

Part I

Her leather-clad thighs gripped the snorting, restless, black stallion and quieted him. Her hands were gentle but firm on the reins. Her eyes, sparkling in reflected moonlight, scanned the road toward town. She knew that it could not be much longer, Lord Huntley, the assistant to the Viceroy, must be returning home from Dublin Crown Ball soon. Diana shivered, half cold and half frightened. How much longer could she play the Midnight Menace? The highwayman life was dangerous, difficult, and not as profitable as the public thought. There were so many things to pay for, like mens-clothes tailored to her slim body, and secret stabling for her beautiful stallion, Shadow. And her guns, the finest dueling pistols, balanced perfectly for her strong but delicate hands, were a small fortune, but worth every pence.

Ryan, Lord Huntley's newest guard, was the third son of a nobleman, destined never to inherit, forced to make his own way in the world. He had signed on as a bodyguard because the money was excellent, and he could have plenty of free time to work on his sword and pistol skills. Besides, if, in Lord Huntley's service, he managed to capture the Midnight Menace, the rewards were beyond imagining. A title, lands, and much money would be his when Ryan caught that thieving rogue. Lord Huntley was so afraid of the highwayman that he guaranteed an easy life to anyone who could remove the Menace from his roads.

Shadow danced restlessly at the sound of carriage wheels crunching on the gravel of the road. Diana pulled the black silk cloth up over her nose and mouth, and cocked her pistols. At the touch of her spurs, Shadow leapt out from the concealing bushes. The coach horses reared to a stop, nearly over-turning the carriage. Diana quickly assessed the number of the guards, she saw that she could handle the three man easily. Surprise had been on her side.

The coachman knew the routine, he stiffly dismounted, and opened the door silently. Lord Huntley, a huge man, leaned out cautiously.

"Oh YOU!!!!!" he cried. "When will I be rid of you?" Diana smiled with her eyes and said nothing. She always feared that her sweet sultry voice would give her gender away, so she was silent during every robbery. She tossed a black bag to Lord Huntley and gestured with the pistol. Lord Huntley unhooked the gold chain from around his neck, removed his jeweled rings and put everything in the pouch. As he handed the pouch to her, a shot rang out. Ryan, who had concealed himself behind the coach, had gotten a round off before Diana saw him. Luckily, Shadow sidestepped in time for the bullet to miss her plumed and felt-hatted head. She returned the fire, and Ryan fell to the ground. The carriage horses bolted at the shots, the coachman hurled himself onto the open door, the coach bounced down the rutted road, and disappeared into the night.

Ryan lay moaning on the hard dirt, shot in the side, unable to rise. Diana had never killed anyone and she did not wish to add this to her list of sins, so she dismounted to assist Ryan. She paced around him wondering what to do. Finally, she dragged his half-conscious body to Shadow, and with a supreme effort, threw him over the saddle. Shadow danced in fear, but Diana quieted him, and swung herself up also. Slowly, she turned for home.

As she rode, she pondered what to do with Ryan when she got him home. Surely he would discover her identity if she nursed him herself. He would turn her in to be hung! Panic rose in her throat! What to do! What to do! Be calm, she admonished herself, panic would not solve this problem. Diana listened to the sounds of Shadow's hooves on the frozen ground, and allowed her mind to drift. By the time she had reached her own stableyard, a plan had formed.

Part II

Ryan woke, unable to move, in a soft sheeted mound of hay. Everything felt strange. His side ached, he remembered being shot, but nothing after that. Why did he feel so funny? He could not arch his back, his legs rubbed smoothly together, the blanket covering him must be lace lined....... His eyes opened slowly, and widened as he beheld himself, or herself, or whatever! His torso was encased in a pink silk and white lace whalebone corset. It was so tight that he struggled to turn on his side. He lifted his right leg, clad in a black silk stocking with a frilly garter encircling his thigh. On his foot was a high heeled dancing slipper, made of pink kidskin. His left leg was attired just the same. Frothy lace petticoats foamed over his hips and tickled his manhood, teasing him into an erection. Ryan tried to get up, but it was impossible.

Diana stood in the barn doorway, clad in a simple calico dress and soft boots, her breasts swelling over the lace edged bodice, watching her captive. She delighted in her angle of view, Ryan's cock rising from clouds of petticoats, the corset molding his already hard body into feminine curves, even the stocking-clad legs excited her. His squirming about made her insides melt, and she felt herself grown wet.

"Good morning" she laughed. "sleep well?"

"Get me out of this female stuff!" Ryan bellowed.

"Not today," Diana said, "the corset is keeping you from bleeding to death, I couldn't think of anything else. The rest just looked right, at least you won't be leaving here dressed that way. Besides, isn't my hospitality good enough?"

Ryan looked about, the barn was clean and sweet smelling, he surmised, not to bad a place. Then he saw Shadow in a nearby stall. "This is the Midnight Menace's place! I've got him at last!"

"I am afraid that SHE has you" Diana murmured. She stepped lightly to his side and knelt in the hay. She showed Ryan the tiny locks on the corset, and then reached for his cock. He moaned aloud as she ran her fingers up and down its length. His hands were lightly bound with soft leather strips but he reached anyway for her breast. Diana undid the lacing of her bodice and the heavy globes were freed. Ryan's lips sought them hungrily and Diana sighed. Reluctantly, she stood up, and her dress slid off her body. Her hair, long and black, was her only modesty as she moved again to kneel beside Ryan. Lust overwhelmed him.

"If I free you hands, will you use them wisely?" she teased.

"Oh yes, milady, I swear" came the choked answer. "But free me from these womanly trappings also."

"Oh no, never, I like you this way. Soft, shaved smooth, in silk and lace, scented with my own perfume, with a cock all hard and ready. Yes, you belong this way, and I shall keep you for myself forever." With that she filled her mouth with his throbbing manhood, stroking his stockinged legs with one hand as she teased a nipple with the other. On and on, driving him wild, always stopping just short of his climax, allowing it to build higher and higher.

"Will you be my ladies maid? My fine sweet girl lover, my constant companion, my secret woman slave? You will have fine clothes, a fast horse, money from my raiding, for as long as you stay a secret woman. I will gratify your sweet cock night and day as you will gratify me. What say you , third son, what say you now and forever?"

Ryan could endure the exquisite torture no longer, as he came and came and came, he vowed to be Diana's forever.

Part III

They never caught the Midnight Menace though "he" continued to raid the countryside with his beautiful masked female companion for many years.

No one knew what had become of Ryan, third son of Lord Moncery. It was assumed that, after his failure to capture the Menace, that he slunk away to another town to avoid his shame

Lady Diana Fitzwarren, .increased her lands and wealth through the years. She was good to her tenants, kind to the poor, and generous to the church. She never married and rumors flew about her love life, but no man ever caught her.

Lady Diana's favorite maid, Ryanna Spence, was much sought after. She was beautiful, curvaceous, and titillating but too devoted to her mistress to ever marry.

The End

 

since 05/13/03