She blinked, as her vision began swimming, she tried to make sense of her surroundings. The last thing she remembered was walking through the park near her home, the golden afternoon sun filtering through the trees. But now, she found herself standing in the midst of a dark, empty medieval town square. The cobblestones beneath her feet were uneven, and a cold, eerie breeze whispered through the narrow streets only lit by various torches. She wore her modern clothes—jeans and a t-shirt—which seemed absurdly out of place. The silence was unsettling, broken only by the distant hoot of an owl. Shadows danced on the walls of stone and timber buildings, their thatched roofs stark against the moonlit sky. Heart pounding, Ashley wandered through the desolate square, trying to piece together what had happened. Was this some kind of elaborate historical reenactment? A dream? Everything seemed too real, too tangible.The silence pressed in on her, amplifying her sense of unease. She spotted an old well in the center of the square and approached it, hoping for some clue. Peering into its depths, she saw only darkness. The air was cold, carrying the faint scent of damp earth and something she couldn't quite place—a hint of smoke, perhaps.

"Hello?" she called out, her voice trembling. It echoed back to her, unanswered. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to ward off the chill. She needed to find someone, anyone, who could explain where she was. As she continued through the town, she noticed a grand building at the far end of the square. It stood out from the others, its stonework more elaborate and its windows stained with colorful glass. A faint light flickered within, promising warmth and perhaps answers. Steeling herself, Ashley made her way toward the building, her footsteps echoing loudly in the empty streets. The weight of her situation pressed heavily upon her, but a spark of determination flared within her. She had to find out how she had ended up here and, more importantly, how she could get back home.As she approached the entrance, the heavy wooden doors creaked open, and a figure stepped out. The woman, tall and imposing with silver hair braided tightly down her back, regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and suspicion. She wore robes that seemed to shimmer in the moonlight, marking her as someone of importance.

“You look troubled, child,” she said, her voice sharp and authoritative. “What brings you to the House of the Holy Mother at this hour?” Ashley took a deep breath, her resolve hardening. “I need help,” she said simply. “I think I’ve traveled through time, and I need to find a way back.” The woman’s eyes narrowed, and she stepped closer, inspecting Ashley’s clothes with a critical eye. “You speak strangely and dress even more so. Come inside. We shall see what can be done.” Before Ashley could react, the woman grabbed her arm with surprising strength, pulling her through the doorway. The warmth and light of the building enveloped her, a stark contrast to the cold, empty streets outside. The door slammed shut behind them with a resounding thud. Inside, the grandeur of the building was even more apparent. Tall, arched ceilings and ornate tapestries adorned the walls. The woman led Ashley down a long corridor, her grip firm and unyielding. “Where are you taking me?” Ashley asked, her voice tinged with fear.

“You are a woman in our land,” the woman replied curtly. “Until we understand who you are and how you came to be here, you will be put to work.” They reached a heavy wooden door, which the woman unlocked with a large iron key from her belt. She pushed Ashley inside, the room lit by more torchlight and sparsely furnished with only a rather medium sized bed and a small table along with a large couch. “You will stay here until I decide what to do with you,” the woman said, her tone leaving no room for argument. “Do not try to leave as I shall return with more appropriate garments ” The door closed with a loud click as the lock was turned. Ashley sank onto the couch, her mind racing. She had sought answers, but instead, she had found herself a slave in a strange, ancient world.

The door creaked open moments later, and Ashley looked up, her heart pounding. A group of three women entered, each carrying various items—brushes, powders, and fabrics. They were dressed in simple gowns, their expressions blank and businesslike.

One of them, a young woman with dark hair pulled back into a tight bun, spoke. “We have been instructed to prepare you.” “Prepare me for what?” Ashley asked, her voice wavering. The woman ignored her question, instead motioning for her companions to begin. Two of them approached Ashley, their hands gentle but firm as they began to apply makeup to her face. The third woman using a small fabric knife cut away Ashley's clothes and began measuring her large heavy breasts.

Ashley tried to pull away, but the women held her steady. “Wait, what are you doing?” she pleaded. “We are following Lady Tssande’s orders,” the dark-haired woman said simply. “She wishes for you to be presented properly for your first client” Ashley felt a brush of cool powder on her cheeks, the soft glide of kohl around her eyes. The scent of the powders was unfamiliar, earthy and floral. The women worked with practiced efficiency, transforming her appearance with deft hands.

As they painted her face, the other women began to take notes of Ashley's body measurements to get her clothing. They stripped away her jeans and t-shirt, replacing them with a single black leather under-bust corset. The fabric was rich and comfortable, adorned with embroidery. They cinched her waist tightly, making it a bit hard to breathe.

“Why are you doing this?” Ashley asked again, her voice tinged with desperation. “It is not our place to question Lady Tsysande,” the woman replied. “We do as we are told.” Minutes stretched into what felt like hours as the women continued their work. Ashley’s reflection in the small mirror they brought in was unrecognizable. Her hair had been styled into a much shorter length and dyed a dark red color, and her face looked like that of a stranger’s—one who belonged in this ancient world. Finally, the women stepped back, surveying their work with satisfaction. “You are ready,” the dark-haired woman said.

Ashley looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the ornate figure staring back at her. She felt like a sex doll, dressed and painted for use. Her heart ached with a mixture of curiosity and defiance. She once had to find a way out of this, to escape and discover how to return to her own time however her curiosity got the better of her and she calmed down to see where this was going.

The door opened again, and Lady Tssande entered, her eyes appraising Ashley’s new appearance. “Much better,” she said with a nod. “You will be presented to King's Guard tonight. He will decide your fate.” Ashley swallowed hard, the reality of her situation crashing down upon her.

As Lady Tssande and the servants left the room, Ashley took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She suddenly had a strange feeling began to creep over her. The night was far from over, and her journey had only just begun but she went from worried to excited. She walked to her couch and leaned on it as her excitement began to pulse as her pussy began to get wet. An hour later Ashley found herself escorted through the grand building, their footsteps echoing in the dimly lit corridors. The air was thick with the scent of burning torches and the murmur of distant voices. They arrived at a large wooden door, intricately carved with scenes of battles and legendary beasts.

When the door swung open, Ashley’s breath caught in her throat. The hall was vast, with high ceilings and tapestries depicting heroic deeds. At the far end, a group of wenches sat at a long table, their outfits resembling hers gleaming in the torchlight. Their eyes turned to her as she entered, their expressions a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.

Lady Tssande stepped forward, addressing the women. “Honorable members of the Knight’s Guard, I present to you this stranger who has appeared in our midst under mysterious circumstances. She claims to have traveled through time. It is for you to decide her fate.” Ashley stood before the wenches, her heart pounding, but now with a mix of fear and exhilaration. This was a moment straight out of one of those dirty story books, a chance to experience a world she had only read about. The only man who sat at the table with a stern face and silver-plated armor, rose from his seat. “Step forward, stranger,” he commanded.

Ashley took a deep breath and did as she was told, her eyes meeting his with such lust. She was ready to face whatever fate awaited her, eager to know what was coming next. After a moment, the stern-faced knight spoke. "You are an enigma, stranger, and we must determine your purpose here. For tonight, you will return to your quarters. One of our own will visit you shortly to better understand your origins and intentions." Lady Tssande gave a curt nod and signaled the servants to escort Ashley back to her room. The knight watched as she was led away, his murmurs barely audible over the echo of footsteps in the grand hall. Ashley’s curiosity and excitement mingled with a lingering sense of trepidation as she was guided through the dimly lit corridors back to her quarters. The room, now familiar in its cold and sparse decor, felt different. It was no longer just a prison—it was a waiting room for something unknown. Once inside, she paced the small space, her mind racing. What did they want from her? What kind of entertainment could she provide to a knight? The thought was both thrilling and unsettling.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. She turned as it opened, revealing a young woman carrying a tray of food and drink. "Lady Elysande thought you might need this," she said, setting the tray on the small table. "The knight will be here soon." "Thank you," Ashley said, though her appetite was nearly nonexistent. She took a sip of the water, hoping it would calm her nerves. The minutes seemed to stretch endlessly as she waited. Another hour had passed as the door creaked open once more, and this time, the knight with the stern face entered catching Ashley in the middle of playing with her pussy. Locking eyes with him she motioned him over as she spread her legs revealing a delicious soaking wet pink hole for her master. "Please sir, I'd like you to use me" she spoke softly stroking her slit.

Moments after, Ashley finds herself on the edge of the couch unapologetically slobbering and sucking the knight's cock. Her green eyes looked up at him as she took him all the way into her throat. Hugh's body was rigid and muscular. His long hair pulled back into a bun. Placing his hand on the back of her head, he forced his cock further down until Ashley coughed it back up. A strand of saliva trailed from his swollen member to her lips. She looked up and grinned fiendishly. Giving the head one more lick she squatted off the couch and continued to work his cock with her mouth. Every once in a while stimulating his shaft with her lips and spitting on it so her hands could glide frictionless as she stroked him off. She stood up and had him sit on the couch. She turned as she stood with her plump ass facing him. She instructed him to hold his cock up so she could take a seat. As his cock penetrated her warm pussy, she let out a shaky sigh as his cock filled her up all the way. He was a tight fit but she couldn't care less. She gyrated her hips and bit her lip as she felt his cock stretch her walls. Ashley took no time to wait, she began to bounce on her master's thick cock. She sighed and moaned. Her voice echoed off the walls. Her large breasts bounced with every thrust she took. Ashley gasped in surprise as she felt his hands come and hold her heavy bouncing breasts. She smiled and threw her head back laughing for just a moment. There was no doubt Ashley was enjoying herself. Her black lipstick only complimenting her character. The knight's hands wandered from his toy's breasts down to her hips as he held her in one place as his hips began thrusting up into Ashley. Her face burned with ecstasy as he pounded away at her. Picking up speed as he fucked his new servant, the knight's cock twitched and pulsed inside her. As she felt his every inch she began to feel herself slip away as she began to whimper. The wet slapping sounds that echoed could be heard down the dungeon hall. Ashley panted fast as her pussy was being stuffed until finally she let out a loud cry. Her master's cock pops out of her hole with an explosion as she squirts hard bathing her master's member. Crying out she smiled as she felt his cum leaking out of her. "Oh sir" Ashley exclaimed catching her breath. "I've made such a mess" she continued as she knelt at his side. She looked over at his still erect cock as it dribbled a few more ropes of cum. "Please let me clean you up" she spoke smiling before taking him back into her mouth. She loved the taste. Ashley began to wonder as she was on her knees before this knight cleaning his cock with her mouth. She savored every last drop taking her time as she looked at her handy work. "I'm a married woman, what about Jon?" she paused for a moment. She looked at the knight's cock as it twitched again at her. Taking it in her hand she stroked it softly and thought about her husband's cock for a moment. She then shrugged with a playful smile and stood back up again. She moaned loudly and unapologetically as she sat back down on her new master's rock hard cock and began riding him again. She didn't want to go back anymore. She was perfectly fine having her way with this big strong knights cock whenever she pleased. The thought made her smile as she sat on her throne forever more.