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reported his handiwork to Artur, who informed
Adolfus. The merchant could barely conceal his excitement as he
frantically waved Artur forward. His mouth began to salivate and he
felt a tingling in his groin. His breathing became heavy. The group
moved silently as the scullion scampered ahead to gently ease the
shutters up to allow the others to enter. He was told to remain
near the shop front as two of Artur’s men brought down the shutters
once more so as not to arouse suspicion. Then he led Artur to the
stairs that led to the first floor.
    Artur held up a hand
when he heard some grunts, but then smiled when he realised that it
was the sound of pigs in a pen to the rear of the shop. He drew his
dagger and slowly walked up the stairs, Adolfus following and the
others trailing behind. It was pitch black and so their progress
was agonisingly slow. Artur could hear the heavy breathing of
Adolfus behind him and smiled. His master could have any whore he
wanted and yet here they were, feeling their way upstairs in the
house of a humble baker. Sometimes he preferred smuggling.
    But for Adolfus this
was one of the most exciting moments of his pampered life. Paying
prostitutes to submit to his unnatural demands was at first
desirable but then became boring. But this; this was different.
Perhaps it was the prospect of having something that was beyond his
reach, notwithstanding his wealth and position. Or perhaps it was
the thought of contravening the laws of God and man and getting
away with it that was the attraction. He could hear the family’s
relaxed breathing now as he stepped into the bedchamber. The others
silently filed in behind him. His forehead was beaded with sweat
and he kept licking his lips.
    ‘Hurry, Artur,’ he
whispered, his lower body tingling like it was aflame. The
anticipation was unbearable.
    With difficulty Artur
identified the sleeping family: the parents in a double bed and two
single beds to one side in which their children lay in slumber. The
family slept on mattresses stuffed with straw placed on wooden
planks under linen sheets and woollen blankets, their heads resting
on pillows. Artur clicked his fingers and two of his men rushed
forward to hold down Dietmar while he and another man went to the
other side of the bed to grab Agnete. It was she who opened her
eyes a split second before the blanket and sheet were ripped off
the bed and a hand was forced over her mouth.
    At first she thought
it was a nightmare but then with horror realised that the frantic
struggling of her husband beside her was very real. Her linen
nightshirt was then roughly yanked up to reveal her naked body and
she too began to struggle furiously, to no avail. Adolfus ran his
hands over her body as Dietmar, a pillow over his face, wrestled
with his assailants like a man possessed. Adolfus fondled her
breasts and than placed his hand between her legs to feel her most
intimate place.
    ‘Hurry lord,’ hissed
Artur.
    Adolfus was
frantically pulling up his tunic and grappling with his braies to
set free his hardened manhood, which even in his high state of
arousal left a lot to be desired. Then Marie screamed.
    Artur turned to squint
at the figure of the young girl sat up in bed and instinctively
lashed out with his right hand, striking the girl hard with the
back of his hand and sending her sprawling onto the floor. Adolfus
grunted with satisfaction as Artur turned back to the bed and
grabbed Agnete’s right leg and pulled it towards him as the man
behind the bed who was holding her left arm and had his other hand
over her mouth struggled to control her as she thrashed around
wildly. The men who were restraining Dietmar were also having
problems holding down the baker. Artur was beginning to regret the
whole enterprise as Adolfus threw himself on top of Agnete and
tried to force his manhood into her.
    But Agnete was
possessed of the strength of a wild woman and his efforts were to
no avail. It did not matter: Adolfus groaned and