Chapter Six
Vengeance Under A Pagan Moon
“Strap her face down over your whipping frame. I’ll soon get the truth out of her.” Treise dragged the bound and struggling Addy over to the heavy wooden A-frame.
“Have you gone crazy?” Gregor spread his arms in disbelief. “First it was Lady Lissa, and now you’re going to whip Sir Richard’s sister?”
“No, not me, stupid. I always get someone to do my dirty work for me.”
Gregor shook his huge bald head. “I won’t whip her, not without Richard’s permission.”
“Not you either. I won’t ever trust you to torment my foes again. I’ll go get Barth to do it. He loves whipping girls. He’s out in the pasture tonight, watching over the newborn suckling calves.”
“Strap her down yourself,” Gregor said. “But don’t forget, someone will come looking for little Addy by tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll get Lissa out of here tonight. Where I’m taking her, Richard will never find her.”
“Why do you want to punish Addy? She’s done nothing to hurt you?”
Treise turned and spat out the words at Gregor. “She’s Richard’s sister. By hurting her, I’m hurting Richard. I’ve got to make him see how wrong he is, how much he is hurting me!”
Gregor shook his head, “You’re crazy.”
Treise’s face went livid, “Don’t you ever say that to me!” She reached under her left arm and scratched her armpit.
“You’ve got a nasty-looking rash under your arm,” Gregor said.
“It’s nothing. It will go away,” Treise snapped. She jerked Addy over the A-frame, spreading her legs and strapping her ankles to the device. She forced her to bend at the waist, jerking her head over, stretching her arms down and strapping them to the foot of the whipping frame. When Addy was helpless, Treise ripped off all of Addy’s clothes, tearing them to shreds in her fury. “There, you little trouble-maker, I have you now.”
She straightened up and glared at Gregor, eyes blazing, her pupils contracted almost to pinpoints. Her voice was shrill. “Don’t you release her. I’m taking Lissa to the stone circle. I’ll send Barth here to deal with Miss Flirt-ass.” Treise dragged the chained Lissa down the stairway and out the door. Tossing her across Addy’s horse, she climbed into the saddle and cantered off on the northwest path.
Gregor sighed, and sat down. “Sorry, Miss Addy, I can’t release you since a member of your family put you there. It would violate the terms of my contract. I’ll try to talk Barth out of hurting you.” Addy shrieked into her gag and struggled to escape from the whipping frame. Gregor got up, and removed her gag. “At least I can make you a bit more comfortable while we wait.”
“Augh! Ow! That hurts, Doctor!” Richard gritted his teeth and shuddered.
“This is the best I can do for you, Sir Richard. Your cock has been rubbed raw, and this salve may sting and burn, but it will prevent infection from setting in. It should heal you in a day or two. I’ll bandage it in cotton wool in the morning,” he waggled his finger at Richard, “and no fucking for three days.”
“Three days! That hurts worse than your salve.” Richard set his jaw and stared out the window. “I’m going back to that house of horrors and capture those girls. I’ll show them what real sexual torture feels like. We have to make them tell us where Lissa is.”
“Crom and Lady Caroline have already left to capture the girls, and their masters. When they return they will search for Addy. All you have to do is lie here in the parlor with Allan, and let me care for you. I must insist!”
Richard lay back on the couch with a groan and nodded his head.
“We have to trust your Aunt Caroline and Crom,” Allan said. “Neither you nor I would be of much use in our condition. I intend to recover my strength and sex drive to use them on those girls, when we get them locked in your cellar.”
“By the spirits,” Richard moaned, “we’ll make them pay. Augh! My cock throbs and burns like it’s on fire.” He turned his head to Allan, “Where’s that girl that rescued me? Is she being cared for, too?”
“Oh, Tansy? Yes, I believe she is in the kitchen with Lara, your cook. Poor girl is starved. They didn’t feed her very well. She told me the Master keeps them hungry so they will be too weak to attack him.”
“Bastard!”
“Now, there, young lass,” Lara said, “you be eating those vegetables, too. Can’t be strong and pretty just stuffing yerself with potatoes and roast beef.”
“Um, uff,” Tansy swallowed, “it’s delicious! I just can’t eat enough, or fast enough.”
“Now don’t you be a-making yerself ill. Sir Richard says you shall live here, and have the best, as much as you want. There’s not a reason to go stuffing yerself like tomorrow is never to be.”
“Gosh, I’m still shaking. I never did anything so dangerous before. But I just couldn’t let the others keep torturing him so. I hope he will heal up fine. I’d like to feel his...”
“His fine cock in your pussy? Don’t blush so, lass. It’s a fine thing to be fucked by Sir Richard. You’re a pretty little thing, just the kind o’ lass that makes his manhood rise. I’ll pass the word to the good Doctor, and maybe yours’ll be the first pussy a’ cuddling his healed cock.”
Tansy raised her reddened face and beamed. “I hope so. Oh, really, I do want to please Sir Richard so much.” She shot a fearful glance out the window. “The Master will be hunting for me. If I’m caught--I’m a runaway slave—he will...” She shuddered and choked back a sob.
“Now don’t you be so fretting, lass. Sir Richard will be protecting you. You’re safe here.” She came around the table and folded her arms around the trembling girl. “Just you be a-calming yerself. When you’re done eating, I’ll be taking you up to my bedroom and tucking you in for the night.” She winked at the girl. “I’ll sleep right next to you, and keep away the bad dreams.”
“Thank you,” Tansy lay her head against Lara’s abundant bosom and closed her eyes. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”
“You won’t, darling little lass. I will be comforting you the special way one woman does to another she loves.” She began singing as Tansy shoveled more food between her ruby lips.
“Oh, let the beauty of your body be mine,
Let the star-studded sky be our canopy fine.
Lie in my bough-bedded bower supine,
And I shall love thee ninety-times-nine.”
Lara slipped her fingers under Tansy’s breasts and cradled them in a warm embrace.
“Love is our master, and flesh is our levy,
Yielding our bodies all twenty-times-twenty.
With kissing caressing, and love all a-plenty,
And dawn finds Sir Cupid still standing sentry.”
Lara lifted Tansy in her strong arms and felt the girl nuzzle her face into the snowy apron covering her bountiful breasts. She carried her out of the kitchen, down the hall to the foyer, and up the wide stairway. Turning left at the top, she strode to the door at the end of the corridor.
“This is my bedroom, Dearie, on the left, way at the end where we won’t be disturbed.”
“M-m-m-m, I feel so warm and safe. You people are so kind to shelter me.”
“Well, lass, it was you that saved our poor Sir Richard from them devilish girls. Aye, the Cailean’s want you to be rewarded now. I’ll be using my own very special way for saying my gratitude.” Lara bent her head and kissed Tansy’s forehead. “Here we be!” Lara shoved the door shut behind her with her foot. She lay Tansy gently in her large bed.
“Oh, it’s so soft,” Tansy whispered. She stretched out and purred.
“Now, my Dearie, I’m sure you won’t be a-minding, but I have my own way of making my guests easy in their minds.” She gently pulled Tansy’s arm up to a corner post of the bed and locked a fleece-lined cuff around her wrist. “Usually it’s one of them handsome boys they keep in the cellar, when they let me have one for the night. But I’m one to be loving a pre
tty lass when she’s willing.”
Tansy smiled as Lara snapped the padded cuff attached to the opposite bedpost around her other wrist. “It’s more fun this way. I love it when I can’t resist.”
“You poor darlin’,” Lara cooed as she shucked off her clothing and lay down in the bed next to Tansy. “Being kept in that awful place where they took Sir Richard.” She stroked her fingers down the girl’s cheek. “Never getting any loving, just being forced to let men beat you and fuck you, and I can guess what else.”
A tear slid down Tansy’s cheek. “It was what they did to poor Sir Richard’s cock that made me run away with him. The Master and his evil partner didn’t do things to men, until that evil woman gave them money.”
“What woman?”
“I don’t know. I only heard them talking about ‘that woman’ and how much money she was paying to have Richard tortured.” She choked back a sob.
“There, there. You just be resting, while I pleasure your female charms. It’s all over now, and we’re safe here in Blackthorne House.”
“But the Master and his...”
“I saw Lady Caroline and Crom with their guns, and a-talking about putting an end to those troublemakers. We’ll not be hearing from those men again.” She rolled over on top of Tansy and slid down until she could bury her face in the girl’s muff.
“Oh-h-h-h, yes, it’s so wonderful.” Tansy’s toes splayed and flexed as Lara’s tongue worked its magic. “Uh...uh...Uh-h-h-h!” Her eyes closed and her legs enveloped Lara in a passionate embrace. “OH-H-H-H!...It’s been so-o-o lo-o-o-ng since I felt like this!”
Lara lifted her face for a moment. “Soothe your mind, little lass, and let Lara take you to paradise.”
The air of Lara’s bedroom filled with the perfume of sighs, cooing, and gasps of ecstasy while the moon silvered the carpet under the window. Midnight found them sleeping, Lara cuddled against Tansy with her arms around the cranberry-haired girl’s torso. One hand covered Tansy’s breast, finger and thumb on her nipple.
Crom studied the Sow’s Purse from the dark shadows across the street. “Lady Caroline and I will go in through the front. Farley, you and Ives guard the back door. Don’t let anyone escape!”
“Hah!” Farley said. “I’ve got my trusty billy with me,” he brandished a slender oak club, “and it’s cracked many a head in barroom brawls.”
“No killing,” Aunt Caroline said. “I don’t want the police nosing around the Cailean business.”
Ives rubbed his brass knuckles in anticipation. “Don’t worry, Miss Caroline. Farley and I knows how to fight and get away clean.”
Crom straightened up. “Let’s go!”
“We’re closed, can’t ye see the sign?” The bartender paused, holding his broom in the center of the room. He flinched when he noticed the expression on Crom’s face. “We’re closed, I say!”
He crumpled to the floor as Crom’s fist met his jaw.
“Quick, the back room.” Crom put his shoulder to the door and it splintered.
The two girls screamed and their owners leapt out of their beds.
“Sacre!” The man cursed and grabbed a pistol from under the pillow. He swung it up, aiming at Crom. He screamed as Crom’s first shot grazed his wrist. The pistol went clattering into the corner.
“Misericorde!” the second man shrieked, his gaunt, short body dropping to his knees and raising his trembling hands. His long, already collapsing cock glistened with love juices in the lamplight.
Caroline pressed her pistol to the man’s forehead. “Where are the other girls?”
“Upstairs, madam. Please, don’t shoot me!”
“Lead the way—now!”
The wounded man was rolling on the floor, yowling in pain, gripping his bleeding wrist.
Crom kicked him in the stomach. “Get up, you pig! Tie your handkerchief around that. It will stop the bleeding until you get to a doctor; but you won’t find one in Lympwyk. Get back in that bed.”
The white-faced man wrapped his handkerchief around his wrist, the white cloth turning crimson. “S’il vous plait,” the man begged, “Please, a doctor--get me to a doctor!”
“You didn’t let Sir Richard see a doctor when your impish hellcats masturbated him almost to madness.”
The two girls were shrieking, their heads buried under their pillows, their bodies drawn up in the fetal position. Crom grinned at them. “Don’t feel neglected, ladies. We have a special punishment waiting for you back at Blackthorne House.”
The sound of many feet came clattering down the staircase, and three tear-streaked naked girls and their Master came in through the open door. Caroline was behind them, Her pistol cocked and ready.
“Tie up all five girls,” Crom said.
“What about the men?” Caroline scowled at them.
Crom glared at the two men, “Why should we let you live? Where will you go?”
Both men began blubbering, “Merci, mon bonhomme!” The unwounded man sank to his knees and clasped his hands together. “It was all his idea. I did not want to do it!” Crom’s pistol caught the man on the side of his head, and he fell sprawling, cowering on the floor.
“Sacre!” the other man grabbed the pillow with his uninjured hand and pressed it over his face. He mumbled through it, “Let us escape, please. We will return to the continent, and never return!”
“Get the girls out of here,” Crom said to Caroline. “Put them in the cart, then drive around behind the building. I’ll meet you at the back door when I decide what to do with these men.”
“Misericorde! Misericorde!” both men sobbed, “Mercy!”
“Get going!” Crom said as Caroline stood staring at the men. She peered into Crom’s eyes, her question evident.
“Don’t worry, I’m saving up my anger to use on the girls,” he answered.
She herded the bound girls out through the tavern, waving her pistol in their faces. “Don’t think I won’t use this,” she said to them with a snarl. As she went through the door she caught a glance of Crom handing a sheaf of banknotes to the men. “There’s enough money here to buy a one-way passage to the continent,” he said. “But if we ever find you in Britain again...”
“Merci. Thank you, sir.” The men wept with relief.
Gregor nudged the nearest man with the toe of his heavy boot. “Get up! Get out of here. We never want to see you again!”
Barth stood up, emptying the dregs of his coffee grounds into the meadow grass at his feet. The red flames of his campfire illuminated his face. He watched the horse galloping toward him, and loosened the knife in his boot. He sighed with relief as he recognized Treise. There was a bound girl slung over her horse’s shoulders. Barth stared at her struggling, naked body. He couldn’t see who she was beyond the rim of firelight.
“Get over to Gregor’s tower,” Treise said. “I’ve got a bitch strapped over his whipping bench, and I need a man to whip her.”
“Can I fuck her, too?”
“Fuck her raw, if you want to, but I want her whipped until her ass is ruined!”
Barth stared at her. “Hey, are you okay?”
“Shut up!” She rubbed her armpit. “Do as I say, there will be someone coming from the house to get her soon, so hurry!” She turned her horse toward the forest.
“Who is she?”
“Addy!” Treise cried out over her shoulder as she galloped away.
“Addy?” Barth whispered to himself. “Can’t whip Miss Addy without the family’s permission.” He pursed his lips and rubbed his twitching cock. “But fucking, that’s going to be a lot of fun. Always wanted to feel the clasp of her tight little pussy around my cock.” He turned, checking the herd of cattle sleeping with their suckling calves. “I’ll be back in the morning,” He said with a cheerful wave. He set off at a trot for Gregor’s tower.
Treise galloped to the edge of the forest, then walked her horse into the trees. Lissa was quiet now, exhausted from her struggles. She moved her head, trying to see wh
ere Treise was taking her. The tree trunks terrified her, like black pillars in the darkness. Their thickset columns crowded against both sides of the path. They moaned in the night breeze like an endless phalanx of horny Zulu cocks, erect and impatient for a female victim.
At last, Lissa recognized where she was. The large circle of majestic stones loomed up in the clearing ahead. Why here? What is Treise going to do to me here?
Treise walked her horse into the circle and to the center. “This is where you get off, you shameless tart. End of the line for you” She dismounted and pulled Lissa’s trembling body down to the ground. “Come on, got to put you on display so my friends can find you.”
She dragged her over past the stone platform, and strung the end of a rope through the ringbolt imbedded high up on the nine-foot-high stone pillar carved like a penis. The other end of the rope was wound around and tied tight to Lissa’s wrists.
“Up you go!” Treise pulled the end of the rope, jerking Lissa up to dangle against the pillar, her feet raised high off the ground. She ripped the gag from Lissa’s mouth.
“Why are you doing this to me?” Lissa moaned. “I didn’t do anything wrong!”
“You cheap slut! You were going to take my Richard away from me.” Her face twisted into a mask of evil as she scratched at her armpit. “I hate you!”
“I love Richard, and he loves me. You can’t own Richard like you own those poor girls you keep locked in the cellar.”
“Shut UP! You stupid bitch, I was here when Richard first got here, last April. He’s MINE!” Treise’s face twisted into a gargoyle mask as she dug her fingers into the rash under her armpit. Drops of blood trickled down her side.
Lissa’s eyes widened as she watched. “What’s wrong with you?”
“Nothing’s wrong with me!” she screamed. “It’s all of you people, destroying my happiness...” Her eyes glazed as she began to weep. “Richard, why did you stop loving me?”
“You’re crazy,” Lissa said with a gasp.
“I’ll show you all!” Treise shouted as she leaped onto her horse. She shook her clenched fist in the air and galloped off, back toward Gregor’s tower.
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