Chapter 46 - Pillage and Rape in Jerusalem
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This is the first part dream sequence that Satan gave to Candace during the
celebration of the Black Mass.
Candace heard and felt a loud 'thunk' sound coming from her right shoulder.
Her armor plate and chain mail instantly transmitted the vibration whose source
was the body of the knight wedged tightly against her side. Even in the
semi-darkness amidst the heat and smoke and the screaming from below, she knew
that a Saracen arrow had found a home. Somehow it must have gotten through one
of the cracks separating the rough boards used to construct the rolling siege
tower.
Candace was able to turn her head slightly to the right and see the shaft
sticking from Sir Charles DuCasey's eye. Sir Charles was screaming in pain but
with over thirty knights packed into the top floor of the wooden tower, there
was no room to raise an arm or move in any way. Blood poured out of his eye
socket cascading down onto his breastplate. Sir Charles was left standing to
scream his way to a painful death. The knights pressed against him understood
there was a high probability that Sir Charles fate would be theirs in a matter
of moments.
Breathing inside the siege tower, normally difficult in the confined space and
intense desert heat was becoming impossible as heavy black smoke from burning
pitch and oil filled the air. Pots of burning oil had rained down from
catapults located behind Jerusalem stonewalls. Several had landed directly
against the exposed wood of the lower sections of the siege tower setting it
ablaze. Candace's legs could feel the heat drafting up from the lower levels of
the wooden tower. If the bottom level was on fire that meant the men operating
the shaft that turned the wheels could not drive the tower forward toward the
walls of Jerusalem. Once the tower ceased to move, everyone in the top of the
tower would be trapped and burned to death.
The Crusaders had laboriously constructed two siege towers in an attempt to
break their four-month siege of the Holy City. Each tower was to be rolled up to
the walls surrounding Jaffa Gate. Once at the wall, the top of the siege towers
contained a short drawbridge that could be lowered to allow a group of hand
picked knights to cross onto the parapet. After the walls were taken, the
knights could be re-enforced and the Jaffa Gate opened to the main army.
Candace, known to the other Crusaders as Sir Giles De Monmouth, an English
knight from Cornwall, had volunteered for the assault group of the second tower.
She could hear the sharp knocks of Saracen arrows as they struck the sides of
the tower. It was a constant din. Constance turned her head toward Sir Charles.
He had ceased the loud shrieks of a moment ago. He was slumped forward either
dead or fainted. There was no room for him to fall. The bodies of the still
living held him erect.
Sir Charles DuCasey had been with the Crusades since Pope Urban II had
preached 'God Wills It,' in 1095 at Clermont Cathedral. Sir Charles had fought
in every battle and siege but now within a few feet of Jerusalem the city of
Jesus that he had come to liberate from the unbelievers, he was dead.
Sir Charles, like most of his fellow Franks, had been a merciless and
unrelenting foe of the followers of Muhammad. He considered it God's work to put
to death not only captured warriors but their wives and children. At Aleppo,
Candace had watched him pull an infant from his mother's arm, hurl it into the
air and catch it on the point of his sword. He had a wide grin on his face when
he successfully impaled the infant in mid air.
After he had killed the rest of the family except for the young mother, he and
his squire raped her while other Crusaders watched. When they had finished with
her, Sir Charles rammed his dagger into her vagina and twisted it. The
'Prophet's Fuck" was becoming the preferred way to kill Muslim female captives
since it resulted in a slow and painful death. Using daggers and swords to
impale Muslim women in their vagina and rectum had become common practice during
the first crusade. Superstitious knights believed that the warm blood of the
dying female purified their cocks during the rape of an infidel. The blood of
Muslim females atoned for the sin of rape. Some Crusaders had developed a taste
for continuing the rape after the woman's vaginal walls had been cut to shreds
by the sharp blades.
Sir Charles had bragged that once inside the Holy City he intended to provide
every Muslim woman he encountered a 'Prophet's Fuck'. He had made a show of
sharpening the dagger he planned to use. Candace understood that Sir Charles
wasn't the exception to how the Franks treated the followers of Mohammad. He was
the rule.
Candace felt a strong lurch. She was encouraged that in spite of the fire, the
tower continued to move forward toward the wall. She was in the third rank of
knights. Someone among the knights shouted news that was not encouraging.
"The Lord is not with us today, the other tower has fallen, Jesus have mercy
on their souls," said one of the knights who had a view out of the side of the
tower.
"We'll all burn to death," screamed another knight.
"Oh Saviour, help me, I can't breathe, Help me Sweet Jesus and Mother Mary. I
don't want to die in fire," cried another in panic.
"We're almost there, death to the Saracens," screamed a braver knight toward
the front.
The siege tower gave two long lurches forward. Candace would have fallen but
the knights were packed so tightly together, everyone was held upright. The air
grew thicker with black oily smoke. Candace's nostrils recognized the smell of
burning flesh. She heard more screams from below. Another long lurch forward and
the drawbridge front of the tower dropped open. Candace saw through an opening
that the end of the drawbridge was a good yard short of the wall. Saracen and
Turkish arrows immediately clanged off the shields of the front row of knights.
Most glanced off but several found their home and knights fell forward
screaming.
Candace felt the knight in front of her shudder as an arrow pierced his chest.
She reached round her own shield and grabbed him by his armor holding him
upright. She intended to use his body as a shield to block Saracen arrows.
Knowing it was now or never, she moved forward carrying the knight's body and
stepping over the twisting bodies of dead and dying knights. The rough wooden
floor was slippery with blood and Candace almost lost her footing as she emerged
in the bright sunlight of Palestine.
Around her, the bowmen on the wall were quickly dropping the knights before
they could cross the tower's drawbridge. Holding the dying knight upright as a
shield Candace reached the open space at a dead run and jumped the yard of empty
air between her and the stonewall. Candace flung the body of the knight now
festooned with dozens of arrows into a group of Saracen bowmen. As she rolled
forward, she felt the stinging impact of several arrows as they ricocheted off
the curved surface of her armor.
Candace fell heavily her body slamming into the stone floor of the parapet.
Knowing death was an instant away, Candace rolled to her feet. She glanced back
to see that several other knights were attempting to follow her but were being
cut down in mid air as they leaped toward the parapet. Candace unsheathed her
sword and flung herself on the bowmen. She quickly killed several of the bowmen
and the others fled from her murderous assault. Candace was single handedly
forcing back a small group of warriors when Saracen reinforcements arrived. She
found herself alone on the wall being slowly driven back toward one of the large
stone towers that anchored Jaffa Gate. The sheer number of the opposition made
her give ground until her back was to the tower wall. A dozen Saracen swordsmen
surrounded her on three sides. The fight was a desperate one. Candace's
amazingly quick sword killed anyone who came within its reach.
Jerusalem's defenders were well aware of how the Crusaders treated the
citizens of Antioch, Aleppo, and other cities that had resisted their advance.
If they weren't able to keep the Crusading Franks from entering the city, they
knew that they along with their families would be slaughtered. Regardless of the
carnage Candace was creating they pressed in toward her.
There were half a dozen dead Saracens at Candace's feet. But there were now
over forty surrounding her. Candace intended to fight to her last breath when
all of a sudden; the nearest Saracen's head was split wide open by a Frankish
axe. There stood Thomas of Marle, whose fief was near Laon, France.
In an army of brutal knights who obeyed no law other than their own, Thomas
was recognized as one of the most cruel and violent of the Crusaders. In the
Saracen's attempt to kill Sir Giles/Candace they had failed to notice that Sir
Thomas and a group of knights had climbed a ladder to reach the top of the wall.
The numerous and heavily armed Franks made short work of the Saracens.
Candace found herself fighting shoulder to shoulder by the mammoth Crusader.
In an age were most knights stood no more than a few inches over five feet,
Thomas of Marle at six feet four inches was a giant.
"Good work for an Englishmen," growled Thomas as he and Candace fighting side
by side hacked down the remaining Saracens.
There was a brief respite while more Crusaders climbed the walls in
preparation to mount an attack on the large number of Turks, Egyptians and
Saracens gathering in the open area behind Jaffa Gate. Jerusalem's defenders
knew that if that gate opened, the Frankish warriors on their chargers would
pour through and nothing would stop them.
"I know what kind of English bulldog you are, Sir Giles," said Sir Thomas
shoving Candace into a dark alcove of the tower gate using his vast bulk to
press Candace against the wall of the stone tower. He unashamedly shoved his
crotch against her body.
"And what kind is that?" demanded Candace shoving Thomas back, surprising him
by her strength.
"A bitch in heat and ready to be bred, not a bull by any man's measure," said
Sir Thomas leaning down to plant his lips across Candace's as his chained mailed
hand grabbed between her legs at the non-existent cock.
"Not a trace of balls or dick," laughed Sir Thomas as he groped between
Candace's legs. His rough fingers pressed against her sex arousing her in spite
of the circumstances.
"And what makes you so certain? Are you not Sir Thomas of Marle, the knight
most renown for his love of young boys, it's said there's a thousand young ass
holes between here and Laon that know the sport of your cock," said Candace
grabbing the collar of Sir Thomas's chain mail and pulling him downward for
another passionate kiss. Their tongues met and swirled against one another.
"Only a thousand you say, more boys than that have felt my cock in their
backside," laughed Sir Thomas.
His hand stroked her crotch causing her to feel intense pleasure heightened by
the heat of battle. In return, Candace grabbed Sir Thomas's crotch and felt the
size and power of his cock. In spite of the thick fabric, she was able to grasp
his gonads and stroke his long and hardening member. Candace's own sex responded
to the knight's rough handling of her sex.
"You're wet cunt signals its ready to savor my staff. Were there not Saracens
to kill, I would strip you and fuck you on Jaffa Gate," said Sir Thomas.
"I will be the one to take you at my leisure. Then I will give you to my
servants to enjoy," said Candace once again exchanging a passionate kiss with
Sir Thomas.
"I saw you and your squires bathe in a pool near Aleppo. You did not see me.
You committed the same abominations that the Nuns of St. John of Cluny were
infamous for before I destroyed their convent and burned them alive. They too
practiced the Sapphic arts."
"Did you enjoy them before you burned them?"
Candace recalled how she and Rhonda and her other women-at-arms had slipped
away from the Crusader army after the pillage of Aleppo and the wholesale
slaughter of its inhabitants. They had ridden some distance to the pool of water
where John The Baptist had baptized Christ. The women had removed their armor
and bathed in the clean crystal waters. Rhonda had found a secluded sandy beach
where the warm sun allowed them to relax.
They had happened upon two very young and beautiful shepherdesses who had
brought their flock to the pool to drink. At first the Arab girls were terrified
of the female Frankish warriors but Candace was able to assure them in their own
language that no harm would come to them. Candace invited the girls to share
their food. The women played together in the water.
Their lovemaking had begun slowly with kisses and embraces. Candace embraced
the youngest of the shepherdesses and kissed her lips and breasts. Candace and
the women quickly progressed to using their mouth and fingers to pleasure one
another. It had been a warm languid afternoon of satisfying sex.
"I kept them in my dungeon for a month. My men-at-arms and I raped them each
day to purify their sex. After that I had my dungeon master pour boiling holy
water in their cunts to wash away their sins. Then we burned them at the stake
in the square at Laon on market day."
"So it not only young boys that enjoy your cock?' said Candace.
"When the city is taken, I'll show you why all those lads loved being impaled
on the pike of the Lion of Laon."
"If you survive this day I will give you that opportunity, I'll take my
pleasure of you and your knights; however, the city is not yet ours," said
Candace, "We have enough knights now, let's open Jaffa Gate to the army of
Christ."
Candace gave Sir Thomas one more passionate kiss promising herself that once
the battle was over, she'd take her pleasure from the giant Crusader.
"God wills it," screamed Candace and Sir Thomas as they lead a large party of
Crusaders down the stone steps and hurled themselves on the massed defenders of
Jaffa Gate.
The fight for the gate was ferocious. Quarter was neither asked nor given.
Candace herself killed the Saracen commander. Her blade split his helmet open
allowing his brains to spill out on the blood soaked stones that were once
traveled by Jesus' apostles and the members of the House of David.
The Saracens sent every available re-enforcement they had to keep the gate
shut. It took over a an hour of close brutal combat for the Franks to fight
their way to the gate and pull back the great cross bar that sealed it against
the Crusaders.
When finally, it opened, the area in front of the gate was strewn with Saracen
and Frankish bodies. The white Crusader coverlet that Candace wore was
splattered with blood. Sir Thomas's axe and sword arm were covered in blood and
brains. As soon as the giant gate parted, the Frankish knights rode in on their
armored warhorses scattering the remaining defenders.
"Sir Giles," Candace heard someone yell. She turned to find her squire,
Jeffrey/Rhonda, who was an exact duplicate of Rhonda Powers, offering her the
reins of her charger. Her six women-at-arms disguised as men, all expert bowmen
who had been with them since they departed Cornwall, accompanied Jeffrey.
"Follow me, Jeffrey, I mean to secure our fortune," said Candace swinging into
the saddle and ridding into a cross street off the main road and away from the
army that charged directly into the heart of the city. Candace had only ridden
for a short distance down the narrow lane before she came to a large palatial
residence. She leaped from her horse and slammed her shoulder into the front
door forcing it open. Two Saracen warriors immediately confronted her. Her sword
dropped both in a matter of moments. Jeffrey and the men at arms joined Candace
inside the entranceway of the home.
During the siege, Candace had taken the trouble to learn the location of the
home of the wealthiest merchant in Jerusalem. Pasha Sellim controlled the spice
trade between the East and Europe. His caravans traveled the Silk Road bringing
perfume, spices and silk from Samarkand, China and even the Japans. He was far
wealthier than the kings of England and France combined. As she rounded a
corner, she came upon the old merchant and his family. A giant black servant
wielding a scimitar taller than a man barred her way. Candace's sword arm lashed
out knocking the huge piece of steel out of the man's hand. The giant threw
himself at her feet begging not to be killed.
Pasha Sellim and two of his sons were armed and offered resistance. She
quickly dealt with them. The remaining sons and the rest of the numerous
household immediately prostrated themselves before her. Candace walked slowly
among the figures lying trembling on the marble floor. She carefully examined
each member of the Pasha's household. Deciding that none of them represented a
threat, she relaxed and slid her bloody sword back into its scabbard.
Truly beautiful and incredibly exotic were the Pasha's four wives allowed him
by the Koran, rather widows now thought Candace. The wives of his sons, a large
number of female concubines plus all their younger children numbered over a
hundred. There were also numerous servants cowering on the floor begging not to
be slaughtered by the Crusaders.
Candace looked carefully at the merchant's remaining sons. She decided to
wait and choose which ones to keep and which to sell into slavery. One of the
sons was so handsome, that Candace felt a stirring between her legs. She would
have liked to see him naked but decided that would have to wait. The wives of
the slain sons and their children were wailing and screaming begging the
Crusaders not to kill them. The women exposed their breasts and offered
themselves to Candace and her warriors in return for sparing their and their
children's lives. The children were wailing in fear and the women cowering on
the ground.
"If you stay calm and obey our orders, you will not be harmed," shouted
Candace in Arabic seeking to calm everyone. They quieted down to listen to her.
"I intend to establish this as my household. My soldiers will protect you from
the Franks."
Candace was anxious to rejoin the battle. She instructed Jeffrey to place the
Monmouth crest on the door of the palace.
"If any Crusader tries to force their way inside, kill them. Protect this
place and I promise rich rewards for all of you," said Candace was she swung
into the saddle of her charger.
"Nothing living will get passed us," said Jeffrey/Rhonda raising her sword in
salute.
Candace rode back to the main thoroughfare and turned toward the sound of
battle. The battle sounds came from the center of Jerusalem. In the open plains
of Palestine, the nimble horses and accurate mounted bowmanship of the Saracens
had been devastating to the slower and less maneuverable Franks. But in the
crowded street, the powerful chargers and thick armor of the Crusaders was a
significant advantage. The Crusaders were ridding down the mounted Turks and
Saracens and trampling the enemy's foot soldiers.
Like at Aleppo, Candace sensed that the battle once won would spin out of
control of the Crusading army's commanders and give over to an uncontrolled
slaughter by the Frankish knights. Already, dismounted knights and men at arms
were wading into the crowd of fleeing civilians. The broad swords of the knights
were indiscriminately cutting down old men, women and children. The rough
stones of the street were being turned red as the slaughter intensified.
Nearby, Candace saw a Frankish knight she recognized from the camp. There was
a family of six kneeling in front of him begging to be spared. The knight walked
behind the kneeling father pulled out his dagger and slit the man's throat. The
knight quickly went down the line slitting the throats of the wife and children
till he came to a daughter that Candace took for a teenager. He grabbed the
young girl by her hair and used his bloody dagger to cut her clothes off. The
knight and his squire forced her into the doorway of a nearby shop. Candace
watched as the knight used a short sword to run the girl through the stomach
pinning her to the wooden door behind her. He pulled her legs up and thrust
himself into her. He finished quickly. As soon as he was done, the squire took
his place. The girl was slumped forward dead as the soldier raped her.
"The Saracens are gathering for a last stand at Damascus Gate," roared Sir
Thomas of Marle sweeping by Candace on his giant charger. Candace followed
quickly. As Candace rounded a corner, she saw that the Turkish and Saracen
commanders had rallied enough troops to make a credible stand. The force was
sufficiently numerous to cause the Crusaders to hold off attacking until more
men arrived. Unfortunately, for the Crusader's many of their troops were too
busy sacking homes and raping women to concern themselves with finishing off the
enemy.
There were several thousand enemy soldiers standing in front of a huge crowd
of terrified civilians. Candace could see the enemy commanders attempting to
organize their troops into formations. At that point, Prince Tancred of Bohemia
arrived with a hundred mounted knights and a large force of foot. The Prince was
known for his impetuousness. Without a moment of hesitation, he charged forward
shouting "God wills it."
Candace realized it was not to be the defender's day as the Turkish infantry
scatted even when being charged by a much small force of Crusaders. Candace and
Thomas of Marle rode with Tancred into the mass of soldiers and civilians. It
was another time of slaughter. Candace hacked her way through the crowd
destroying all who came into her path. She saw Thomas of Marle reach down and
grab a small boy from his mother's arms. He rode quickly over to his squire and
handed him the screaming child. The squire tied the wrist of the boy to a line
of five other boys similarly tied. The squire held the line of six catamites as
one would fish on a string.
The men at arms had weighed into the crowd cutting throats and looking for
treasure. Candace wondered why the Turkish and Saracen soldiers fell to their
knees before the Crusaders to be slaughtered. Candace was covered in blood. Her
horse was splattered with blood to its withers.
Candace found herself bored and sickened with the slaughter and the lack of
battle. She looked up at the Dome of the Rock. The mosque was located on Temple
Mount, a high point that overlooked all of Jerusalem. She knew this was the
place where the followers of the prophet believed, that Muhammad himself had
ascended into heaven. Candace left the slaughter in front of Damascus Gate and
rode up to the al-Aqsa mosque, the second holiest site in the Muslim world. She
hoped that the Saracens would make their last stand there but when she rode up
to the beautiful gold domed mosque, there was no one outside. From inside the
mosque, Candace heard screams. Candace rode her horse right into the mosque to
find the Franks slaughtering the last of the thousands of civilians who gathered
there thinking it would provide a sanctuary. There was blood spilling down over
the steps. Candace shook her head at the pointlessness of the slaughter. A
pretty young Muslim girl ran past her followed by a blonde Frankish warrior. As
he caught up with her, he released a powerful sword stroke that almost severed
her head. Her legs carried her several steps forward before she crashed to the
ground, her neck gushing a fountain of gore. Her head still attached by a small
strip of fresh.
"Wouldn't it have been better to let her warm your bed tonight than murder
her?" called Candace to the knight. She had dismounted her warhorse.
"Defile myself with followers of a false prophet, never," screamed the young
knight, "They are an affront to the one true God. Any man who sleeps with the
whores of the enemy is not a Christian knight." Candace saw that his eyes were
glazed and that he had lost control to the murderer within himself. It was the
same look she'd sent at Aleppo where the Crusaders killed every last man, woman,
and child in the city. Even the animals were slaughtered.
"I find the whores of the enemy warm companions for the cool desert nights,"
replied Candace in a calm measured voice that she knew would enrage the young
Crusader.
"I will slaughter thee, unworthy knight," yelled the Frank hurtling forward.
Candace waited till the last moment, stepped to one side then swung her sword
across the abdomen of the charging Crusader. He immediately knelt down
attempting to hold his intestines in as they slipped from the gaping wound.
"I am slaughtered," whispered the young knight staring down at his hanging
guts. He pitched forward on to his face. Candace looked around to see that the
inside of the mosque was now quiet. The Crusaders had no one left to kill. A few
men at arms were searching the bodies hacking rings off dead fingers.
Candace rode away from the Dome of the Rock. On her way, she passed a burning
synagogue. A knight she knew told her that every Jew in the Holy City had fled
there for refuge. One of the Crusader princes had ordered his men to set the
building on fire and rid the city at a single stroke of its entire Jewish
population. Some Jews half on fire were trying to escape through a side window.
A group of Flemish bowmen were calmly shooting arrows into their burning bodies
as they emerged. Candace stopped a while and listened to the screams of men and
women as they burned to death. The smell of burning flesh crept over the city.
There was a large party of monkish knights chanting a hymn as they watched the
synagogue burn. Candace stopped for a moment to listen to the words.
"O new day, new day and exultation, new and everlasting gladness.... This day,
famed through all centuries to come, turned all our sufferings and hardships
into joy and exultation; this day, the confirmation of Christianity, the
annihilation of paganism, the renewal of our faith!"
Nearby, Frankish men-at-arms were raping five young Jewish girls who somehow
had escaped the conflagration. Some enterprising Franks had nailed the girls
outstretched hands to the wooden door of a stable beside the burning synagogue.
Candace recalled it was common practice for the Crusader to crucify Jews they
encounter in the Holy Land. They considered it just revenge for the Jew's
crucifixion of Christ a thousand years before.
Lines had formed in front of each of the five girls. As each soldier finished,
another took his place. The soldier grasped the girls' slender legs and lifted
them as they slipped their cocks into whichever orifice they desired. Blood was
seeping out of the girls' hands where the nails had been driven. Two of the
girls were crying and begging the Crusaders to stop. The others were quiet as
they endured their fate.
Candace spurred her warhorse and hurried toward the Church of the Holy
Sepulcher.
