Yeva turned around and pressed her undefended breasts against Graveston. “How about, ‘slave’? That’s what I am, now, your defenseless slave. You can do anything you want with me”
Vartan swiftly unbuttoned the length of his secretary’s gown, spreading it open. Then raised a warning finger in Graveston’s face. “Except maiming and threatening her health, of course.”
“Of course, Sir. I understand.”
“Are we going to stand here and chatter all evening?” Yeva said with a stamp of her foot. “My pussy’s getting wet!”
“Silence, slave,” Graveston growled. “Come with me!”
“That’s what I am hoping will happen,” she whispered to herself.
After they left, Vartan rang for Dagan, his apprentice.
“Yes, Baron?” The short, chunky body of Dagan stood in the open doorway, bent slightly at the waist, his bald head bobbing. He constantly rubbed the front of his trousers with chubby fingers.
“Please show the next girl in for her interview. And keep your hands away from your cock when we have visitors. I’ve warned you about that before. You know the rules, how important it is to appear harmless to our guests.”
“I’m sorry, Baron. It’s...well...it’s been so long since I...since we had a girl. And these young beauties who want to be hired as maids…well, it’s more than I can do to keep my mind calm and my hands still.”
“I’ve explained all this to you, Dagan. You know my plan. I won’t have you or anyone else ruining our chances for gratification in our new home. If you can’t manage to control your appetites until we are prepared, then I will send you back to Voldavia.”
“Voldavia? Oh, no, Baron. They’d burn me at the stake, like they did the others!”
“Keep that in mind, Dagan. You and that thing you keep locked up in the cellar will soon get your chance to consummate your wild and abnormal cravings with our maids. Now please show in the next girl.”
***
The caravan of five gaudy-painted wagons creaked and groaned along the road from Edinburg. The horses patiently towed them west-south-westward, their silver-belled and tasseled harnesses declaring their petition for innocent passage. They plodded patiently over the Pentland hills, down through Wishaw, on to Strathaven, and skirting around Kilmarnock, avoiding the large town.
“Don’t be so sad, Katarina. We will get home again.” Karel wrapped his arm around his wife and gently drew her petite body against him.
“How will we, Karel? The price for our passage by ship is more money than all of us have together, and we get poorer every day.”
He let go of the reins a moment and patted her arm. “I will find a way.”
“We were supposed to make so much money working with the circus. Now that is gone.”
“I tried to find the circus owner who promised to pay us, but everyone said he ran away with the acrobat’s wife.”
“And all the circus’ money.”
“Everyone in the circus was cheated. They will find him, and then we all will get paid.”
“Will we? We are only Gypsies, and they are either afraid of us, or make jokes about us. No one cares what happens to us.” She scowled and stared blankly ahead, consumed with her roiling thoughts. She turned and looked up in the face of her young husband. “What if he went to America or Canada? It is all big cities, endless forests, and western wilderness.” She sobbed. “He will never be found.”
“I have a plan, dearest Katarina. We are heading for the Scottish moors, where the wealthy people live. We will camp on the moor and entertain at the big houses and castles. They are curious and amused by us Gypsies. They will pay us well.”
“Varina will make the most money, crawling into bed with any man with a gold coin to give her. But she refuses to share the money with the rest of us.”
“I won’t touch her money, my kitten. It’s Hedy I’m worried about. She is a troublemaker, setting man against man, and lover against lover for her own amusement. When we get back home to Voldavia, I will send her away to your brother Anton’s Gypsy band. He will deal harshly with her when she tries to stir up trouble.”
She snuggled against his silken sleeve. “I trust you, my love.”
Karel leaned to the left and looked back at the other wagons. “I just hope the rest of them do.”
The beautiful young woman in the second wagon stood up, leaning over her brother’s head. Her long, silken brown hair swept over his face. “What’s he doing, Pavel? He’s looking at me, isn’t he?”
Pavel scowled and brushed her hair aside. “Sit down, Varina, I can’t see to drive!”
“He looked at me, didn’t he?” Varina plopped back down, her round face decorated with her perfect, white-toothed smile.
“Will you stop talking about Karel? You are obsessed with him, and he is married!”
“That doesn’t count anymore. He loves only me, not that vacant-faced adolescent he sleeps with.”
“Hedy put that idea in your head. It will give you only trouble and sadness. Forget about Karel. You should have married before we came here. Ivan offered our father a huge dowry to marry you, and you refused. You made a costly mistake; he is rich.”
“But he is not a prince like Karel, brother dear.” She fluffed her hair and rotated her torso, twisting her buttocks left and right on the seat. “I will be a princess and all the Gypsy men will come and stroke their cocks while they watch me dance naked in the meadow.”
“You will more likely dance at the end of a rope if the council of princes catches you in bed with Karel.”
Varina pursed her crimson lips and pecked her brother on his cheek. “They won’t catch me. They haven’t yet!”
“You mean he and you already have...”
She giggled and hugged herself. “You should see the size of his cock, Pavel. It gets so-o-o-o thick and long when I caress and kiss it! He feels so-o-o-o good inside my lyubof.”
Pavel looked straight ahead and hunched his head down between his shoulders. “I have not heard what you said.”
***
Dagan sat on the straw piled on the dirt floor of the roomy cell in the depths of the castle. His fat-fleshed body was naked and the head of his friend lay in his lap. It’s inhuman voice whimpered as he stroked the thick hair of its mane.
“Don’t fret, my friend. This is our home now, and no one but the Baron, his lady, and I know about you. We are safe; far from that angry mob that injured you.” The flickering lantern danced its light across Dagan’s face as he patted its cheek, smiling into the soft brown eyes. “The Baron and his lady will protect us. Soon you will be well and strong again, then you and I will share the pleasures of nubile young flesh as we did before. I will bring one to you soon; I promise. We will lock her inside this chamber with us. Think of it, my friend; her shrieks when she discovers you, her screams for help while she strains to force the bars open. Her pleading when she realizes she cannot escape. The terror in her eyes when you touch her. She will be trapped in our clutches, my friend, and your heart will gallop with joy as we glut our appetites.”
The hair-covered shape shifted the ponderous weight of its coarse bulk, twitching its thick-muscled arms and legs as it softly wailed a wordless plea.
“I know, I know.” Dagan caressed its broad forehead. “The villagers discovered you dragging away one of their daughters and wounded you. They tried to kill you, but we saved you, my friend. The Baron and I saved you, and we will heal you so you can catch more girls again.” Dagan bent over the form and lay his face against the coarse-haired neck. “We will have our revenge, I swear it!” His tears matted the figure’s hair, “I love you, my friend—I love you so!” He wept until they both sank into the peace of a dreamless sleep.
Chapter Two
Cross My Palm With Silver
The butler of Blackthorne House stood in the parlor door. “Two men are at the front gate and wish to speak with you, Sir Richard. Crom is making them wait there until I spoke with you first.”
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nbsp; “Who are they, Selby?”
“He says they are dressed as Gypsies, Sir. They gave their names as Karel and Stasio. No last names. There are others in five wagons on the road.”
“Gypsies!” Richard’s sister, Addy, clapped her hands. “How wonderful. I always wanted to meet a genuine Gypsy. I’ve heard they have enormous cocks. Please let them in, brother.”
“Well, I don’t want you unbuttoning their trousers to find out for yourself. They just might try to come back at night and steal you right out from under our noses.”
Addy giggled and ran over to the mirror, checking her hair and lipstick. “Really, brother, you do spoil all my fun. Maybe I could wait for them by the gate tonight.”
“Their wives would slit your throat. I’ve heard they are violently jealous.” Richard nodded to his butler, “All right, let them in, but have Chalmers, my estate manager, come in, too. Tell him to bring his pistol. Until we find out what kind of men they are, I want some protection.”
“Yes, Sir Richard.” He nodded and hurried out the door.
The two Gypsies strode into the parlor, one tall and well muscled, the other medium height and lean, with piercing, olive-green eyes. They held their caps in front of them with both hands.
The second man spoke. “Thank you for letting us speak with you, Sir Richard. My name is Karel.” He gestured to the other man, “This is Stasio, my wife’s brother.”
“And this is my sister,” Richard replied. “We call her Addy, but her name is Adelle Cailean.”
Karl and Stasio dipped their heads in respect. “Good day to you, miss,” Karel said. He turned back to Richard, “We ask for nothing more than a space to camp on your moor next to the forest. We will respect you, your people, and your possessions. Whatever we use, we will pay for. In return, we will entertain you with our music, dancing, and tales of our homeland. We even have a woman with us who has the power to peer into your future and tell you all what your fortunes will be. If we amuse you, we ask only a donation to feed my people. We will be gone in a week or two, and leave you as we came, in peace.”
The tall, muscular Stasio’s walnut-colored eyes were frozen on Addy, as she pretended to blush and gave him brief glances from under her long, dark lashes while she smiled. Her hands were behind her, pulling her dress tight against her breasts and hips, intensifying their lush curves. He smiled and nodded, his smoldering eyes eloquent with appreciation.
“What brought you to my door?” Richard asked, ignoring Addy’s brazen flirting.
“We came to Scotland as part of a circus. Misfortune befell us when the owner took one of the women, and all of the money, and disappeared in the night. Now we are working to earn money for our passage back home to Voldavia.
“Voldavia,” Addy said, “Why, that’s where our new neighbor comes from.” Her bright blue eyes sparkled at Stasio, pleased for the excuse to speak to him.
“Yes,” Richard continued, “he has taken residence in that old castle just north of our estate.”
Karl’s eyes widened slightly. “May I ask, Sir, what is his name? It would be pleasant to meet a fellow countryman.”
“He is Baron Vartan Reznik. We haven’t met him yet, but...”
“Baron Reznik! Why he’s the...” Stasio’s face reddened and his fists clenched.
Chalmers studied the man silently, his arms crossed over his athletic chest.
“Stasio!” Karel said. “Remain silent. Our country’s troubles are of no concern to this gentleman and his sister.” He looked at Richard again. “The Baron was one of the most prominent aristocrats in our county. There is much social unrest, and the Baron became unpopular—unwanted. It is strange that we all have journeyed to this same place.”
“Would you like me to tell the Baron you are here?”
“No!” Stasio snarled.
Chalmers’ eyes narrowed.
“What’s wrong,” Richard asked, his forehead furrowed.
“Bad blood,” Karel said quickly. “The aristocracy made life difficult for the poor, and especially for wanderers like us. I beg you to promise you won’t mention our names to the Baron.”
“All right,” Richard replied. “But I don’t see how you can camp on my moor, and not be noticed by the Baron’s servants.”
“Karel,” Stasio hissed. “We must tell the others.”
“Quiet!” Karel said, scowling at Stasio. “We will speak of this later.” He turned back to Richard. “I apologize for my brother-in-law’s interruptions. He pays too much attention to rumors and old wives tales.”
“What tales?”
Karl ignored the question. “Thank you for your kind permission to camp on the moor, Sir Richard. If there is any problem, please send me a message. We will honor your requests.”
“Dear brother,” Addy said, laying both her hands on Richard’s shoulders, “these men must be hungry. It would be less than noble to send them away without something to eat.”
“Oh, no miss,” Karel said, his face tinting red, “we could not impose...”
“My sister is right,” Richard said. “We insist. Chalmers, show these men into the kitchen and have our cook, Lara, fix a basket of lunch for them and their friends. Then escort them to the gate”
“I’ll show them the way,” Addy said quickly, pushing Chalmers back. “Come with me,” she chirped to both men, but her eyes were on Stasio’s alone. She snaked her soft white limbs around his muscled arm and almost danced both men out of the room.
Chalmers glanced at Richard and heaved a long sigh. “She’s at it again.”
“That Gypsy, what’s his name...Karel. He thanked me for letting them camp on the moor, but I never breathed a word of permission.”
“I noticed that, too. He speaks like a gentleman, not some itinerant nomad.”
“Yes, there’s good blood in his veins. That’s the only reason I will tolerate the lot of them.”
Chalmers caressed the butt of his holstered pistol. “I’ll tell Gregor, our warden in the north forest, to keep an eye on them.”
“Good idea. That black-skinned giant and his double-barreled shotgun will allow us to sleep peacefully, knowing he is on guard.”
“Your brother is very kind, Miss Cailean.” Stasio smiled down into Addy’s face as they strolled down the path toward the gate.
“Oh, don’t be so unfriendly,” she replied.
Stasio looked puzzled. “I’m sorry, what did I...?”
“Call me ‘Addy’!” she said, and squeezed his arm. “Calling me, Miss Cailean, makes me sound like an old maid.” She smiled and postured a flirting tilt to her head. “We will be seeing lots of each other the next few weeks, won’t we?”
Stasio glanced quickly at Karel’s faint grin, then back. “Uh...well, that would be pleasant, miss...uh...Addy.”
“Of course it will. I want to see the inside of your wagon, and what kind of bed you have. Some evening real soon, I hope. I trust it is soft?” She brushed her hip against his leg. “Now, tell me all about yourself and your homeland. It must be exciting!”
***
Yeva’s naked body hung suspended horizontally, her arms and legs stretched taut and spread-eagled. Her wrists and ankles were chained to the thick oak posts positioned at the corners of a square, waist-high. The raven satin of her hair hung down below her head, its curling tips dragging on the dark gray stones of the floor. Her thighs, forced wide apart, exposed her defenseless pussy to the fierce attentions of Graveston. He stood naked between her legs, his prominent manhood dancing only an inch from her surrendered sacrifice of Venus. His fingertips skated over the goose-bumped flesh of her belly. They traced out the thatch of thin crimson lines etched by the repeated blows of the long, springy rod held in his other hand. Slowly, deliberately, his left hand crept down between her thighs.
“Please,” Yeva moaned, “don’t make me keep waiting like this.”
The gleaming sheen of her love-liquor coated her labia and dripped to the floor. Its lush, carnal odor wafted through the ai
r, around the corner and into the corridor, past the cells to the last chamber, where a dark body’s wide nostrils caught the scent. The hair-covered shape heaved its bulk to a sitting position and struggled to stand up on its two squat, chunky legs. With a howl of lust it hurled its weight against the barred door of its prison. Gripping the cold steel bars in its stumpy paws, the form slid slowly down to its scarred knees, wailing in frustration and longing. Sitting on the floor, it pressed its head against the door, weeping softly.
“What was that?” Graveston asked, his wide eyes staring at the corner.
“Only Dagan’s pet. He keeps him in a cage at the far end of the cellar. It was hurt when we left Voldavia, and Dagan is nursing it back to health. Now, pay attention to me!”
The cellar quieted again, and Graveston looked back down at Yeva’s glistening pussy, quivering in anticipation. He dropped the punishment rod and let his fingertip brush along her slit.
“Ah-h-h—uh, uh, uh!” Yeva’s shuddering gasp echoed from the dark stone walls. Her belly muscles corded as she strained to lift her crotch closer to his hand. He pulled away, his grin taunting Yeva’s desperation.
“Ungh! Please, don’t torture me by abandoning my pussy! Touch me! Touch me!”
Graveston clutched her hips between his hands and leaned forward until the tip of his cock nudged her pussy lips, skating in the gleaming love-juice. He stirred it with the slow, minor gyrations of his hips, savoring her gasps and moans as she bent her neck back, lowering her head and rocking it gently from side to side below her shoulders.
“Fuck me, damn you, fuck me!” she grunted. “AUGH!” Her naked body spasmed as his iron-hard manhood plunged its ponderous length into her.
Graveston’s raspy, panting grunts pierced the dank air in rhythm with the pistoning thrust of his hips. Like an appendage harnessed to a monstrous power, his cycling cock exulted in the warm, fleshy clasp of her pussy.
Yeva’s lungs heaved and strained, her passion racking her body, demanding a flood of oxygen to cope with the cyclone in her belly. Her mouth strained to open wider, her breath chasing a stampede of shrieks and wails trumpeting from her throat.
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