“Not even you?”
“Those tales don’t frighten me.” Graveston flashed a tight-lipped grin. “I’m fond of rabbiting, but no one ever proved I set any snares.”
“I’m interested in locating that girl, so I don’t want to hear about your nocturnal sport.”
“Of course.” Graveston turned a corner and waved Gall into the dining room. “This is where the Baron dines with his friends. He and Yeva—uh—his secretary usually takes their meals in the study while they work. Breakfast is taken up to their bedrooms. Dagan and I eat with Rozalia, the cook. He brought her from Voldavia with him.”
“She must be a wonderful cook.”
“That she is, but she has other skills that please the Baron.”
“And what would they be?”
Graveston only grinned and rolled his eyes up toward the ceiling, where the Baron’s bedroom was upstairs.
“I’d like to see this cook.”
“What man wouldn’t?” Graveston winked.
They strolled around the long, dark bulk of the table, laden with silver candlesticks and shimmering cut vases filled with Fall flowers. Pictures of mountainous landscapes hung on all four walls, accompanied by portraits of the Baron and others.
“The Baron’s family?” Gall asked.
“Mostly. Some are his aristocratic friends. That photo over there, the one with the black ribbon wrapped around the frame, was an associate of the Baron’s. He was assassinated—shot dead in the town square in broad daylight. There were whispers that the Baron would be next. They caught the murderer, and hanged him, but the Baron had had enough. The next day he began his preparations to leave for Scotland.”
Graveston pushed open a door and led the Inspector through into the kitchen. “Rozalia, this is Inspector Gall, of Scotland Yard.”
Rozalia turned from her oven and gaped at Gall. “I didn’t do it, sir. I was playing cards with five of my friends.”
Gall laughed. “That’s a good alibi. I never heard that one before.”
Rozalia’s face relaxed into a smile. “Would you like a cup of tea, Inspector?” She reached for the kettle simmering in the black iron stove.
“Thank you, no. I’m just touring the castle and asking if anyone saw or heard anything last night. A girl was abducted from the village, and she was taken into Darklair Forest. No one has seen her since. Have you?”
Rozalia wrung her hands nervously in her long white apron. “Oh, no, sir. I have my duties here in the kitchen, you see, and I mostly read at night before I fall asleep. I—I can’t give you any information.”
Gall nodded to her, and turned away with a slight frown. “Show me the rest of the castle.”
“Yes, sir.” Gravestone opened a different door and they stepped into a short, narrow hallway. “This leads to the rocky ledge behind the castle. Careful of your hat, the wind can sometimes sweep in suddenly from the sea and catch you by surprise.” He opened the last door and both men went through.
“What a view!” Inspector Gall said over the whistle of the wind.
“Yes, breathtaking, isn’t it. That’s the North Channel out there, salt water from the Atlantic Ocean. We can almost see Ireland on the horizon. Too much mist out there today.”
The two men gazed out over the water awhile, then Gall looked at Graveston. “What’s going on, Graveston?”
“I’m not sure I understand your question, sir.”
“Everyone here is too damn polite. You keep dancing around the purpose for my visit, but you don’t come right out and deny anything. My constables are searching Darklair forest. Shall I have them search this castle, too?”
“They would find nothing.”
“Nothing? Why?”
“Because there is nothing here that would interest you.”
“It’s certain you are English, Graveston. Why did the Baron choose you for a butler instead of bringing his own from Voldavia?”
“He wanted someone who knew the area and the local customs. The Baron is very concerned about not upsetting or angering the people. He had a nasty time of it in Voldavia, and he doesn’t want it to happen again here.” Graveston smiled and shrugged. “I’m more his teacher than his butler. Really, Inspector, you should be grateful the Baron cares so much for your local customs and acceptance by the people. He is a powerful man, even in exile. His political friends in London are highly placed in Whitehall Street. He could make things very hard for us, if he thinks he’s being forced into a corner.”
“Meaning what?”
“Meaning if we had any information about that poor girl, the Baron would have sent me to tell you. You wouldn’t have had to come here to find out. If you persist in poking about, Scotland Yard will know about it before tomorrow morning.”
Gall’s eyes narrowed as he frowned at Graveston. “Perhaps Scotland Yard has already instructed me to come here. Perhaps the Baron doesn’t want Scotland Yard telegraphing Voldavia for a report about why he really left Voldavia.”
The two men stared into each other’s eyes a long moment, then Graveston’s expression softened. “I’m sorry, Inspector. The Baron has ordered us to protect his privacy. Perhaps I’m too zealous in carrying out his wishes.” He sighed. “I will instruct everyone to watch for any clues about the girl. If I discover anything—anything—I will contact you immediately.”
“Fair enough. Now, if you will show me to the front door, I have to drive over to Pokehollow and see how the search is developing there.”
“Very good, sir.”
“Where is Dagan!” Baron Vartan strode up and down the length of his study, fists clenched around his riding crop, his eyes blazing.
“Still sleeping, Baron. Would you like me to rouse him?”
The Baron glanced out the window at the fading twilight. “No, not just yet. It’s too risky.” He paced to the far end of the room, then turned and cut the air with his riding crop. “But as soon as he can, I want him up here to answer my questions!”
“Yes, sir.” Graveston nodded and backed out of the study, closing the door.
“Wake up!” Graveston shook Dagan’s shoulder. “It’s safe now, wake up!”
“Eh? What...?”
“Get off this poor girl’s body. The Baron wants to see you right away. Where’s your friend.”
“Must have gone back to his cell to sleep. I’ll get him so he can fuck the girl while I’m upstairs.”
“No! Lock his door. He mustn’t touch this girl.”
“But I promised him...”
“Shut up, you fool. The whole shire has turned out to search for her. If she is injured by that monster the people will...”
“What? Does the Bar...” he glanced sideways at the girl. “Does he know about her?”
Graveston gripped Dagan’s arm and dragged him off the naked girl. Luvina woke as his soggy cock slid out of her pussy.
“Oh, that felt so good,” she moaned softly. Her eyes opened and focused on Graveston. “Are you going to fuck me, too, sir?” A faint smile decorated her rosebud mouth.
Graveston shook his head and shoved Dagan ahead of him. “Get washed and dressed while I tend to your friend.”
“Don’t leave me, sir,” the girl whimpered. “I’m thirsty. Please give me a drink.”
Graveston shoved Dagan toward the bucket of wash water in the corner. “You get ready, I’ll see to her.” He poured a glass of water from a pitcher on a high shelf, then held it to the beautiful girl’s lips. “Did they hurt you?”
“I don’t think so,” Luvina said between sips. “But they frightened me terribly until that man fucked me. It felt so good I forgot how scared I was.” She moved her head, trying to see through the darkness surrounding them. “Where am I?”
“I can’t tell you that. I’ll have to blindfold you, then get you out of here.”
“Before you fuck me?” a tear slid from one eye.
“You want to be fucked?”
The naked girl closed her pale blue eyes and sighed, “I never fe
lt like that before. Does it always feel so good?’
“Yes, always,” Graveston answered with a slim smile. “I wish I had time, but I have to get Dagan to the...” he caught his breath in his throat, “have to get him out of here.”
“Please,” Luvina whimpered.
“Later,” Graveston whispered. He slid his hand up the inside of her naked thigh. “Later, I promise. Then I have to get you out of here.”
“I don’t want to go home. Mommy and Daddy make me work so hard, and they beat me when I hide from them. Can’t I stay here for awhile?”
“No. Now, I really must go. The bar...er...someone is waiting to talk to that man who fucked you.”
Luvina sighed and yawned. “I guess I’ll wait here for you.” She tugged at her binding straps. “Guess I won’t be going anywhere. It’s funny, you know, how very different I feel now, knowing what being fucked feels like. Mommy and Daddy were wrong. It’s fun!”
Dagan grunted and called to Graveston. I’m ready now. Guess I better get this over with.”
Graveston gripped his arm and shoved him toward the far end of the cellar. “Come on, we’re late!” The two hurried up the narrow stone stairs winding up toward the world of light and air. In his haste, Graveston had forgotten Dagan’s friend was still loose in the cellar.
Two misaligned eyes watched them leave, glittering with lust as they spied the girl’s helpless, naked body, thighs spread open, and alluring the massive flesh of his throbbing cock. The girl had forgotten about him, too. Luvina turned her head toward the sound of shuffling bare feet. The creature had shed his loincloth. Now there was nothing to conceal his nakedness. The grotesque deformation of his hulking body was totally exposed.
Luvina gasped at the specimen; the misshapen hump on his back, the unnatural slope of his shoulders, the immensity of his barrel chest, and the short, crooked legs—massive enough to support the mountain of scarred muscle propelling him toward her.
His head held her eye captive. The off-centered eye, the broad, wide-nostril nose, bent and broken in some terrible accident, and the cowl of straight, coarse black hair untouched by shears for months. It splayed over his forehead, partially covering his eyes, almost hiding his lumpy ears. Behind, it scraped the thick, broad neck anchored to the wide shoulders.
He grunted, grinning to reveal the thick, yellowed teeth, a gap showing where a tooth had rotted away. The deranged look in his eyes terrified Luvina, clamping her throat shut so she could not scream. She strained at the straps holding her motionless, sweat beading on her naked skin as her muscles clenched in a hopeless effort to escape. This deformed, crazed creature could do anything to her, use any hideous instrument on her unshielded body for his psychotic amusement, and she could not prevent it in the slightest.
He waddled up between her legs, towering over her, caressing his cannon-cock as he reached out with his other hand. His sausage-sized, stubby forefinger fondled the slit of her defenseless pussy. A thin, wheezy wail forced its way through Luvina’s throat and she fainted.
“You stupid FOOL!” Baron Vartan stood behind his desk, leaning forward, supporting his upper body with his fists pressed down on the top of the desk. His eyes blazed and his curled lip exposed his clenched teeth.
“I couldn’t help it, Baron. I let the thing out of his cell, and he whimpered and scratched at the door. It broke my heart to see him suffering so. I thought a breath of fresh air and a look at the stars would comfort him.”
“And he ran away, right?”
“I chased after him, Baron. I tried to stop him.”
“On those stubby little legs of yours? You expected to catch a running giant? He would have shaken you off like a bug!” The Baron sat down slowly, propped his elbows on the desk, and bowed his head into his hands. “Now everything is ruined. I told you to wait until the servant girls moved in. With them living here, no one would have known what we were doing to them.”
“We can take the girl back to the village.”
“And have her tell them about us? They will drive us out. I planned this move so carefully, and invested my fortune in the castle and land. Now you have ruined all that.”
“She was blindfolded when we brought her here. She doesn’t know where she is.”
Graveston cleared his throat and spoke softly. “She doesn’t want to go home.”
“What?” Baron Vartan lifted his head and blinked.
“She doesn’t want to go home, sir. Seems she is mistreated at home, made to drudge and forbidden to have boyfriends. She’s—uh—just experienced her first fucking. She is begging for more.”
“We can’t keep her.” The Baron jabbed his finger at Dagan. “The Inspector of police was here asking questions. Scotland Yard will be here next, turning this castle inside-out. I’ve a good mind to turn you over to inspector Gall and let you rot in prison!”
“Oh, please, kind sir!” Dagan fell to his knees, clasping his hands together, “You know what will happen to me. I’ll be discovered, exposed--I’ll die!”
Baron Vartan shook his head “What choice is left to me?”
“I have an idea, Baron,” Graveston lay a comforting hand on Dagan’s shoulder. “There is another way.”
“What possible chance have we to avoid trouble?”
“The girl, Baron. She enjoys sex immensely. We can blindfold her, release her at the edge of the forest next to her village. She can say she pushed the creature off the cliff and it drowned in the sea. That would be the end of the search. Then she could come and work here as a maid, and get all the fucking we can give her. She wants to leave her home.” He smiled and helped Dagan stand up. “Everyone gets what they want, everyone is happy.”
“Are you sure the girl would cooperate?”
“She seems very keen to get fucked as much as she can. And she hates her home life.”
“Well,” Baron Vartan wrinkled his brow.
“She’s very pretty,” Dagan squeaked.
Luvina shrieked as the creature bent over her, pressing his lumpy head into her spread-open crotch. His tongue slithered out, flicking up and down the length of her slit. It’s raspy surface dragged across her clitoris, launching shock waves of lust rocketing from her belly into the dark, swirling pool of secret fantasies. Since puberty she had concealed her pussy’s dream far away in a dark pocket of her mind.
A maelstrom of forgotten, forbidden images washed over her consciousness. Freed at last from the cruel prison of ‘Thou shalt not,’ they supercharged her blood with fire and passion. Her lower belly muscles spasmed, obeying the flood of hormones cascading through her veins. All the amalgam of her flesh, every atom of her body, each and every cell in her brain, rose in a mighty, thunderous chorus of joy. A Beethoven of lust jiggled a baton in her belly, conducting an orchestra of exquisite sexual sensations. Her shriek ended in a long, drawn-out moan of ecstasy.
The creature grunted and snuffled, greedily licking up the flow of juices from Luvina’s cup of Venus. He gripped her hips, his powerful fingers sliding underneath, kneading her soft buttocks. Her head flailed from side to side, her golden hair a waving a flag of surrender.
Her surging breasts captured his eyes, and he clambered up on the bench, his scarred knees planted between her widespread thighs. His large mouth captured a breast, and his broad teeth moved, teasing and toying with its unprotected softness. He increased the pressure, trapping the tender globe in the vice-grip of his mouth. Luvina cried out, her heart pounding with fright and wonder. He grinned and shook his head slightly, tugging and stretching her breast with each movement.
Slowly, gently, he lowered his bulk over her until the billiard-ball size of his cock’s tip kissed against her glistening pussy lips. With a moan of rapture, he pressed forward, forcing her lubricated pussy to open. Harder and harder the rock-hard purple bulb twisted and burrowed until her stretched lips were strained to their limit. Just as Luvina felt he would tear her open, his monster manhood drilled into her silk-muff-surrounded sanctuary of Venus.
/> Luvina gasped with shock and surprise. The abnormally large cylinder of man’s glory pressed her vagina open to its limits, the pressure of his organ alerting every sex-nerve fiber to its presence. The near-bursting pressure of the creature’s cock-skin against her G-spot ignited an outburst of lust. Her deep, primordial, reptilian-evolved brain-stem seized control of her. Thought without words, feeling without judgment, Luvina dropped into the fleshy pit of total animal sex.
This was no sweaty pawing in the back of a wagon, no secret tryst in the hay-mow of a barn. No pimply, nervous youth possessed her, no awkward grunting and struggling, no fuzz-cheeked adolescent fumbling to insert a trembling boy’s penis into her. This hulking male-flesh manipulating her bound and helpless body was devoted to lust. With single-minded feral intensity the musky, panting, gasping, grunting male pressed his joyful manhood in and out, in and out, while the beautiful feminine captive whimpered and moaned in response. He thrust and reversed, repeatedly cycling in the eternal dance of wanton sex, obeying evolution’s imperative. Four million years of nature’s shaping and sculpting asserted its majesty, uniting these two human bodies, immersing them both in a lunatic frenzy of naked sexual savagery. The heavy oak bench creaked and shuddered from the force of the pounding mass of the creature’s hulk. His beefy hands were splayed against the bench beside Luvina’s shoulders. In his one act of compassion, he carefully avoided pressing the crushing weight of his huge torso against the fragile bones of her delicate body.
His wordless throat voiced a gurgling babble of bliss. His eyes shut, his mouth gaping, his nostrils flared, greedily sucking in the aroma of Luvina’s sweat mingled with the perfume she secretly applied in bed, waiting until her strict, forbidding parents were asleep. The creature brayed out as the viscid scent of her love-juices billowed in the air between them.
The moment, the pinnacle, the sunburst of climax rushed toward them. The spiky feather of ejaculation teased them with both promise and momentary denial. Their bodies strained to press more tightly together, sheer will power demanding the release of orgasm.
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