Jurek had nodded, his member already stiff and swollen just at the thought of breaking in a young woman who was that completely untouched. Well, pretty much, considering he had a very good idea of what Victor’s intake process was
So, when those fine little teeth of hers clamped down on his tongue, he drew back and struck her, only not where she expected. Cassie thought – belatedly - that he might slap her across the face. It would have been only the second time in her life that that had happened, all within the past day or so.
But instead he began to beat her breasts with his open palm. First one side then the other of the same breast, then switching to the other, bringing his hand down swiftly and cruelly in a horrible rhythm, deliberately aiming for her nipples, which he noticed were erect, despite – or maybe because of – the treatment they were receiving.
And then, when he had stung her breasts as if with a thousand angry bees, he flipped her over onto her stomach, moving so that he was sitting on her thighs - which would also serve to keep her legs from kicking up - and lit into her with something small and possibly wooden, although she couldn’t see it, that created an unsettling echo with each smack he delivered.
The implement he was using might have been physically smaller than the one the women had used on her yesterday, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less. To the contrary, because it was smaller, and he had much more upper body strength than either of the matrons, it was much more painful than the corporal punishment she had had to endure yesterday.
And that was all she could do – endure it. With her lower body held down by his weight and her wrists tied to the headboard, there was nothing she could to do avoid even one of those crisp, biting swats. She couldn’t even lean away from them, because she couldn’t move enough to do so.
Eventually he moved down a bit more and began to incorporate the tops of her thighs in the punishment, too, which should have been a bit better than him going over the same territory all the time, but it wasn’t, because her skin there was even more sensitive, and he seemed to concentrate a lot in one spot – right where her butt became her thigh. That spot bore the brunt of her punishment.
Jurek made sure that this was an event that she wouldn’t soon forget. He knew the importance of making a solid first impression, and he intended that she would know that he wasn’t going to put up with any such nonsense. Later, he might punish her for his own amusement, but right now, she would probably be getting enough lickings just because she didn’t know the rules, and he wasn’t going to tell her any of them, either.
She would have to find out the hard way – and that was more than half of the fun for him.
He didn’t stop until her ass and thighs were an angry, cherry red, then he flipped her over and parted the legs he’d been holding closed while he spanked her, using his bulk against her to force her to comply, to let him gather up those legs over his elbows as he planted a hand to either side of her waist, poised with the throbbing head of his cock against the virginal entrance to her body.
Jurek began to press himself into her, and Cassie began to feel something down there tear painfully – much more so, even, than the way her behind was throbbing against the sheets. So she opened her mouth and began to scream again, only to find that same bolt of silk pressed past her lips and secured behind her head. Before she knew it, he was back in the same position, and she was totally helpless to even make the slightest of sounds of protest against what he did to her.
He violated her with excruciating slowness, enjoying every second of it, watching her head thrash uselessly back and forth as her body was forced to accept him, inch by painful inch, her legs held wide apart, wrists captured above her head as she felt him slipping something hard and unyielding inexorably inside her.
Finally the last barrier to his complete possession surrendered, and his hips met hers as he seated himself fully within her for the first time. Cassie was blubbering loudly from behind the gag, full of rage and incensed at what he was doing to her, crying helplessly at the pain and mortification.
And he didn’t stop there, as she had hoped. No, he withdrew, just as slowly and excruciatingly as he had entered, only to plunge himself inside her again, getting even deeper this time, rocking himself into her to the hilt then, it seemed, trying to get even further inside her.
“I’m going to make you pregnant,” he whispered as he thrust himself violently into her. “You’re going to be bred to me any time I want you, and believe me, that’s going to be as many times a day as I can manage until your breasts and belly have swollen with my seed.” He let her legs down and reached up to pinch one of her nipples hard. “Then you’re going to deliver that child and it’s going to be sold to the highest bidder, probably somewhere in the East, and I’m going to be on you again as soon as the doctor clears you so that you get caught as quickly as possible with another. And another. And another. You’re going to make me even richer than I already am.”
That scenario sounded horrifically familiar. It was what one of the girls from nearby Two Rivers had said her father did with the slaves when she was much younger. Cassie, of course, had no idea what the girl was talking about, no idea that that was what happened in those tiny slave shacks at the back of the plantation, and she wouldn’t have done anything to stop it even if she had known.
“You are going to be as permanently pregnant as I can possibly make you. You’re not going to even remember a time when you’re not. Your life is going to be popping out babies and servicing my every whim. And you better hope I never get tired of you, or I’ll have you put in with the regular girls, and you’ll be fucked by more men in a day than you can count, pregnant or not.”
Jurek lost it then, driving against her as his cock banged against her cervix, emitting an animalistic growl and exploding violently within her. When he finally rolled off her, he reached down and drew her legs up, forcing her to hold them up. “We’ve found that this position is beneficial in promoting conception. You keep my seed within you as long as you can. If I think you’re not trying to do that hard enough, I’ll take my belt to you.”
Cassie had no idea what he was talking about, yet she knew he wasn’t kidding about his threat to punish her for something she had no idea how to go about doing or not doing.
He reached over and removed her gag, then untied her arms and let her put them down. Jurek rose and offered her a sip of wine from an obviously expensive, ornate decanter kept on a small tea cart in the corner of the room. She tried to decline, but the look he gave her suggested that that might not be a good idea, and she reluctantly took a sip.
“Keep it,” he said when she tried to return the goblet to him. He had already gotten his own and rejoined her on the bed.
Cassie was quite thirsty, she realized after the wine hit her stomach, and she took another few gulps before realizing that she should have known better than to drink anything anyone in this place offered her. She was feeling strange – not as she had when the Count had slipped her whatever it was that had drugged her to sleep that fateful evening, but she still didn’t feel quite right. She leaned over and put the wine glass on the nightstand, but he picked it right up after her and handed it back to her.
“Finish this. Quickly. I want you again.”
More? Of that? She sincerely hoped not. Cassie began to wonder if she was just being paranoid. He was drinking from the exact same carafe as she was – and at about three times her rate – but he didn’t seem to be exhibiting any ill effects.
But she felt decidedly unsettled. It wasn’t her head or her stomach . . . it was her breasts and the area he had caused so much pain, she realized - the one everyone here seemed to be so interested in. Her breasts felt . . . itchy, almost, as if they desperately craved that she would run her hands over them, and perhaps even tweak her own nipples.
Appalled at where her own thoughts were leading, Cassie wanted to throw the glass away, to somehow rid herself of what she’d drunk already, but she knew he wasn’t going to allow
that, and she wasn’t in any hurry to spend any more time getting her breasts or her bottom beaten. She could still feel her rear end stinging against the sheets even now.
She couldn’t stop herself from reaching back to rub it, and it felt so damned good that she nearly got lost in the sensations, until she felt him tap her glass.
“Drink up. Don’t make me say it again.” He saw where her hand had gotten to and smacked his palm down on her upturned breast, catching the still distended nipple with the tips of his fingers. “Don’t rub. Don’t touch yourself in any way. Your body no longer belongs to you. It is my property, and I prefer that you handle it as little as possible.”
If she hadn’t been so befuddled by whatever he had given her, Cassie would have been appalled. Not touch herself at all? How could one possible manage to do that?
But knowing there was nothing else she could do, Cassie downed the last of the wine, figuring it couldn’t make her feel much worse than she already did. And that was the crux of the problem, she realized suddenly. She didn’t feel worse. She didn’t feel bad at all, except for her backside, of course.
She just felt . . . needful. Of what she couldn’t quite say - or didn’t want to acknowledge. She knew what she wanted, and was quite unwilling to confront it.
She wanted to be touched. She needed his hands on her – or, if she absolutely had to her, her own hands would do the trick. But his would be better. They were big, unmistakably strong, male hands, and she wanted to feel them over every inch of her body – even the ones that were still hurting.
Mostly where she was still hurting, she realized with a start. Specifically in the same exact place where the Count had molested her yesterday with the lavender oil. Oh dear God, the lavender oil!
Just thinking about it now, the way he’d stroked her, was nearly enough to make her . . .
What? To make her what? She didn’t really know, but someone was going to have to rub her down there. She would die if he didn’t, she knew.
“Ahh. I forgot what they put in the wine. I’m pretty much immune, but it must be hitting you like a ton of bricks, hmmmm, ma cherie?”
She would not throw herself at him, no matter how much she wanted to. Cassie clenched her fists against the sheets. She would not throw herself at him. She would not – not – not . . .
Cassie needn’t have worried, because Jurek didn’t give her the chance to debase herself like that. Instead, he rebound her wrists, slapping her breasts again smartly when she tried to elude him, then settled on his stomach on the bed, between her legs, with his head level with her moist delta.
To her surprise, he gently and tenderly wiped away whatever remained of himself, but also the slight amount of blood that her deflowering he had created. And then he leaned forward and enclosed the exact spot she wanted him to with his lips, placing the flat of his warm, wet tongue over every bit of that very excited area.
The excruciating starkness of that contact made her jump – lifting her hips, which inadvertently gave him a fuller mouthful of herself. Her clit clenched spasmodically as his lips settled around her. She couldn’t believe what he was doing, but more than that, she couldn’t even being to deal with the fact that she absolutely wanted him to be right where he was. She craved this depravity more than she craved her next breath, even though the realization of it hadn’t soothed her riotous nerves one bit. It only seemed to excite her just that much more.
A growl bubbled up from somewhere, and Jurek lifted his head to laugh at her. “Well, I can tell I’m going a bit too slowly for you, but that’s what happens when you’re at the mercy of your owner. You have to have things done to you in his time, rather than your own. I can see that you’ll need to be taught patience, slave.”
He proceeded to tease her, knowing full well no one else had done anything to her like this, that she hadn’t probably even thought anything like this existed until the additive in the wine made her crave it. Jurek pressed two of his fingers against what he knew was probably her tender opening, but then he thought that might take a bit of the edge off for her as he slipped those big digits slowly into her.
Her cries of ecstasy changed almost immediately into those of discomfort, but he didn’t stop, saying, “My cock is much thicker than these two fingers, Cassie, and you’ve already taken it, so be quiet. It’ll feel better in a moment.”
She hated that he was right, but he was. As soon as his fingers found a firm home within her, the stinging stopped and the full barrel, uncontrollably ecstasy returned, even when he began to move them within her, which had her apprehensive at first, anticipating more pain, but none materialized. His actions only stoked the fire that was already there, just a bit north, where his tongue was swirling demandingly around her clit.
Then he added the last element – for right now – and reached up to take possession of her nipple, which he was gratified to feel was a hard as diamond. For its impudence – and hers – he pinched it while tugging it away from her body, holding her breast up by the very tip of the nipple he was crushing, making it wobble and sway in time to his own rhythm.
Cassie’s yelp of protest started as a scream, but very quickly died down in to another long, low growl that sounded like it was coming from someone else. It couldn’t possibly be her that had issued such an unladylike sound, could it?
But then he moved to her other nipple and did the same thing. This time there was no protest in her at all, just a dissatisfied, gravelly groan.
Jurek was all ready to double his efforts, wanting to see her fly apart at his command, but then he looked up at her.
“Ask me. Beg me.”
“Please! Please, please, please!” she chanted without so much as a second of hesitation.
“Please what?”
That stumped Cassie cold. She had absolutely no idea what she should ask him for. She knew she wanted to feel the end of whatever this was, but the terminology was well beyond her ken. There was no word in her vocabulary for what she wanted from him.
And Jurek realized that at her stunned, mouth open silence. “Beg me to let you cum.”
Come? But she was already here . . . Cassie wasn’t going to argue semantics at this moment, though. She began to beg him for something she didn’t even really knew existed, and the term for which she didn’t understand, but she knew she wanted it, whatever it was. She had to have it, or she was going to expire any minute. Her heart was beating faster than it ever had in her life, and she was breathless, as if she had just run home across the fields like she had when she was little.
And the ache where his lips and tongue were caressing her – obscenely, of course, was beyond anything she’d ever experienced before. She couldn’t bear the thought that he might stop before . . . before whatever its natural conclusion was.
So she begged like she had never had to in her life.
“Please, Sir, please let me come. I’ll die if I don’t, I swear it.”
He reached up again to capture a nipple, and she squealed when pinched and pulled it, but those sensations only added to the boiling, near to overflowing melting pot that was her desire at the moment.
“I don’t know. I want to hear more.”
Every time he spoke to her, he lifted his mouth away from that spot, and Cassie’s heart began racing even more at the thought that he might stop what he was doing altogether. “Please, I beg of you, please, allow me to come. I have to. I – ache – so -I can’t stand it another second - pleeeaaaase!”
Chapter Five
Jurek wasn’t always going to be this nice to her, but he felt that she should know what it was that he would definitely be denying her in the future. So he redoubled his efforts, flicking and sucking and dragging his tongue over her as he plunged his crossed fingers into her quim, all the while still twisting and tugging at her titties, alternating so as not to leave one feeling left out.
And when she came, she exploded beneath him. He had never seen such a violent reaction to an orgasm in his life. He was thinking tha
t he was glad she was partially bound because otherwise she would probably have done a reasonable job of unconsciously beating him up. Her hips bucked and her legs clamped down on him as if she would never let him go, and her voice – her normal voice was light and soft, but at the stage he had brought her two, she was actually growling deep in her throat, like the bitch in heat he intended to make her into.
And it didn’t look like it was going to be that hard. She was naturally, unconsciously sensual, and all that gorgeous hair only helped. Her haughtiness would, of course, have to be beaten out of her – and he wasn’t at all ruling out the idea of giving her to the other men – if only for only what would be a relatively short time for him, although the same couldn’t be said for her in that situation, he was quite sure – just to teach her exactly what her current place was in the world.
But he was surprised to find himself much too jealous to do that now, or any time in the immediate future. He intended to keep her all to himself.
And, indeed, their breeding program relied on him doing just that.
Jurek found that all of her wiggling and twisting had roused his own appetites, so even before she had settled down, he pressed himself within her, fully intending to enjoy the ride, with the reins firmly in his experienced hand.
Cassie was close to unconscious as she floated down from a high she never would have thought existed, where every pore of her body was wide open and she swore she could feel the very air that surrounded her. Every inch of her body tingled – although some more than others – and her head buzzed pleasantly as she realized that, despite how energized she felt, she could fall asleep very easily.
But the cruel man who had her in his clutches wasn’t about to allow that. Even before she began her descent, he had changed positions, lying atop her again, insinuating his legs between hers with practiced ease, as he’d been holding them open for his mouth to maraud anyway.
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