“Well, then, let me in! I’ll stay here until he returns, even if it takes until midnight!”
“I’m sorry, madam, that won’t be possible. This house...”
“Selby, who is it?” Caroline stepped up beside him.
“This...lady...” He began.
“I’m not a lady! I’m Hedy, Queen of the gypsies...or, at least I should be, if there were any justice in this world. It’s a cruel life, with men ruling over us poor defenseless women. Why, I...”
“How can we help you,” Caroline said quickly.
“Help me? Well, it’s about time someone noticed! Yes, you can help me. They’re trying to kill me, get me murdered! It’s awful, it’s...”
Caroline scowled and interrupted again, “Who’s trying to murder you?”
“That monster! That man in Darklair! Baron Vartan Reznik in the castle.”
“The Baron is a gentleman. He wouldn’t harm anyone, least of all a defenseless woman.” Selby turned around to hide his grin.
Hedy’s face was crimson. “The Baron is not a man, he’s a vampire!”
“A what?” Caroline stared at Hedy a fraction of a second, then burst out in laughter.
Hedy stamped her foot and clenched her fists. “He’s a murderer! He escaped from Voldavia before they could hang him! Now he’s come to your country to murder you!”
“Well, you look very much alive to me, and you’re living much closer to the Baron’s castle than I am, so I don’t think we have anything to worry about.”
“You stupid woman!” Hedy shrieked. “Why don’t you do what I’m telling you! Burn down the Baron’s castle before...”
Caroline slammed the door in Hedy’s face. “Watch her out the window, Selby. Make sure she doesn’t damage anything, or injure herself. When she’s gone, tell Crom at the front gate not to let that madwoman in again.”
“Yes, Miss Caroline. I’ll ride up to Gregor’s tower and tell him what happened. Perhaps Shawe, the gamekeeper can stay with him and help keep watch on Moorland Lane and the forest until the gypsies are gone.”
“Yes, that’s an excellent idea.”
***
Lissa moaned, her upside down head slowly turning from side to side, The flaxen cascade of her hair straggling under her. The wire-frame probe was still deep inside her pussy, with every knob and lever activated. The merciless abuse of the bristly metal probes, biting clamps, and astringent douche had reduced her to a whimpering, exhausted kitten.
Dagan glanced up from his fascinated stare into Lissa’s violated pussy. “Time to fuck her, my friend. It will be dawn in an hour. We must have our fun with her now.”
Lissa hardly noticed the feel of the straps being unbuckled. Only when the probe was slowly drawn out of her desecrated temple of Venus did she stiffen, her moans transformed into strenuous whimpers. “No more, please, don’t let it put more awful things into my pussy any more.”
“We’ve got something even more fun to stick inside that pretty slit of yours.” Dagan laughed and elbowed the creature with a wink. “This time, I will let my friend go first. His monster cock is already stiff and dancing with impatience.” He nodded to the male hulk and gestured to the golden halo surrounding her port of love. “Go ahead, friend. Her pussy’s been punished enough to make it terribly hypersensitive. She’ll sense very inch of that monster. When her pussy clasps your erection, it will feel like blistered fingers holding a boiling teakettle. Every twitch and stroke of your cock is going to feel like doomsday inside her. Pleasure your cock, and don’t be concerned about what it’s doing to her, my friend. She deserves it.”
The rumbling mirth bubbled from the male mountain’s lips as he bellied up to Lissa’s crotch. His beefy left hand rested on her pubic bone as his thumb pressed into her pussy lips, pulling aside one half to open up the channel. With his right hand he gripped the massive flesh of his cock and pressed its purple head into Lissa’s love orifice. With a bullying grunt, he rammed his hips forward, crushing his massive sex-weapon into her throbbing pussy.
Lissa shrieked, her belly and leg muscles going rigid. She moaned and gasped as the creature’s distended manhood sank deep into her. Lissa was too exhausted to struggle. Her naked body went limp as the creature reached the limit of penetration.
The hulking male wrapped his stubby fingers around the hand grips mounted on the framework, one on each side of Lissa’s chest. By holding them, a man could increase the speed and power of his thrusting into a vagina, increasing the sensation of pleasure in his cock.
Dagan stared at the lewd spectacle of the creature’s enormous cock forcing its length into Lissa, the edges of her pussy stretched tight around his thick shaft. His jaw hung open, drool flowing from the corner of his thick lips. “Fuck her, my friend,” he whispered. “Fuck her till you can’t squeeze another drop of cum into her love hole.”
The creature grunted in agreement and began his labor of love, thrusting into Lissa’s groin with such force the heavy wood beams of the framework creaked and groaned from the impact.
Gradually he increased his speed, puffing and grunting like a steam locomotive dragging its burden of freight up an endless incline.
Lissa’s mouth moved but no words came out, only a whispering, child-like whimper. Dagan had douched her clean so the astringent they had squirted into her would not irritate the sensitive, stretched flesh of the creature’s naked cock. It made her slippery, but still provided a margin of friction to pleasure a man’s penis.
The lubrication soothed her chafed pussy lining enough to let that familiar feeling of lust tickle the insides of her belly. Her whimpers faded, and soon she was moaning.
“Listen to her, my friend,” Dagan said with an amazed whisper. “She’s enjoying you fucking her. If she has an orgasm, her pussy will suck your cum like a newborn calf. Ram it to her, friend, don’t let her hold back. Drive her into orgasm.”
The creature grinned and snorted with glee as he watched his purple-veined manhood have its fun violating Lissa’s unprotected pussy.
***
Inspector Gall looked up from the notes he was scribbling. “You say this woman from you camp, this...”
“Hedy,” Karel prompted. “She is stirring up trouble with wild accusations, and upsetting the shire. She’s gone too far, and you must put her on a ship and send her back to Voldavia.”
Gall leaned back in his chair and pressed his fingertips together. “Are you going to pay for her passage?”
“I would, if we had enough money. We were cheated by the circus...”
“Yes, I heard about that in Edinburgh. Too bad. If we catch the crook, we will try to get your money back.”
“That would be wonderful,” Milos said.
“But not likely,” Gall replied. “Usually in cases like this, the thief spends the money in a rush, so it can’t be used as evidence in court.”
Milos’ smile faded into dejection.
“But this—uh--Hedy. If she is a public nuisance, we can detain her at His Majesty’s expense.”
“What?” Milos looked at Karel.
“Throw her in jail.” Karel answered. He looked back at Gall, “But she would still be telling her wild lies to anyone who would listen. Rumors would fan out through the shire like wildfire. There could be a riot, and we gypsies would be caught in the worst of it.”
“I’ll do what I can,” Gall said, laying down his pen. “Now, can you tell me where this Hedy is at the moment?”
“Probably at Blackthorne House, demanding they organize a mob to burn down the Baron’s castle.”
“Well, we can’t have that, can we? My sergeant and I will find this woman and see if we can’t convince her...”
Milos turned back as he and Karel were leaving, “She’s my wife, Inspector. I know her. Even the king of Voldavia wouldn’t be able to shut her up. You’ve got to send her home.”
The door shut behind them.
“They were certainly upset,” Sergeant Riley said.
“All gypsie
s are passionate.” Gall sighed, “But, if there’s even a shred of truth to what they said, we need to find out. Let’s motor over to Blackthorne House and see what mischief is brewing.”
***
Lissa lay in the darkness on a bed of straw in a tiny cell. The creature and Dagan had finished with her for the time being. The two males had taken turns fucking her until their cocks ran out of cum, and an unseen dawn was about to break. Dagan had released Lissa from her cruel framework, and locked her in this cell. Then he had scampered off in a rush, and the creature shuffled away to his own cell.
Yeva’s whip-marked body lay against Lissa’s, their arms wrapped around each other, drawing warmth and solace from each other’s touch. Lissa’s mind drifted in and out of sleep, visions of whips, chains, leather straps, made her moan in her sleep. Pale shapes approached and receded above her, bizarre faces leering at her naked body. Finally, both females rested in exhausted slumber.
Outside, the morning sunlight glittered on the ocean waves endlessly approaching the cliff supporting Machival castle. Gulls swooped and called to each other, rejoicing in their freedom. A chill October breeze, pungent with fallen leaves and autumn scents, swept past the gray stone walls of the castle and danced across the meadows before filtering into the forest. Everywhere there was light and contentment—everywhere, except in the cellar of Darklair, and the Baron’s bedroom. There, caught up in an out-of-control consensual fantasy, the chained or imprisoned bodies of naked females waited for the next command to satisfy a lecherous male’s cruel whim.
***
Caroline flew down the stairway into the great room. “I heard the front door slam. Did Richard come home?”
“Yes, Miss Caroline.” Selby gestured toward the archway, “he’s in the parlor.”
Caroline rushed through into the connecting room. “Richard, I have disturbing news.”
“What is it, you’re as pale as a ghost.”
“One of those gypsy women tried to force her way into Blackthorne House. Her behavior was disgusting!”
“Is that all?”
“No! Listen. She insists that Baron Vartan Reznik is a vampire, and he fled from Voldavia to escape justice.”
“Aunt Caroline, that’s ridiculous!”
“I know. But still...” she looked down at her white-knuckled hands.
“Auntie, what is it?” His brow furrowed and a troubled look filled his eyes.
“Richard, forgive me. I have a confession to make. You see, I...Well, let me start at the beginning.”
***
“Did you sleep well, my child.”
“Yes, Baron,” Fawn said with a radiant smile. “But I wish you wouldn’t keep calling me ‘child.’ I’m eighteen; a grown woman.” She sighed, “I had such beautiful dreams of you and I...that we were...” The maid hung her head and blushed.
“Fucking?”
“Yes,” Faun murmured. “It was paradise.”
Baron Vartan unlocked her wrists and ankles from the bed chains. She sat up, rubbing the circulation back into her wrists.
“Want me to fuck you again?”
Her face shone. “Oh yes! Can we do it now?”
“I hear footsteps on the stairs, my dear. Breakfast is being brought up to us.” He bent over her and kissed the strawberry nipples on her breasts. “Perhaps later. We both have work to do this morning.”
“Where’s my clothes. And you’re naked, too! What will the other maids think if they see me like...Oh!”
Devora entered the room, carrying a tray laden with breakfast and steaming coffee. Her high heels clacked across the marble floor, and her maid’s cap perched in her hair like a sailing ship on a billowing sea of ink. Between the shoes and the cap on her hair was only bare skin, and half-way between them, the silky-soft muff of her sable pussy hair.
She yawned and set the tray down on the bedside table, “I had a long night, and overslept this morning. Didn’t have time to dress. You don’t mind, do you, sir?”
Vartan reached out and grabbed her, pulling the giggling girl down on his lap, “Not at all, my little minx. But I’m not deceived. I have a theory that you planned it this way.”
Devora’s face softened. A dreamy, droop-lidded look smoldered in her eyes. “Oh, Baron, I...” She twisted on his lap, leaning back to expose her quivering breasts to the hungry predator in his eyes. She reached up and gently drew his head down until their lips mated. Faun watched them, her heart tripping out a fascinated rhythm, impatient to be included in the fun.
“My lovely girls, how gracious of you both to offer your feminine charms for my pleasure, but duty calls. Perhaps when it’s time for my afternoon rest, we three can nap together.”
“We’ll meet you here, spread out on the bed sheet, sir.” The two girls hopped out of the bed and spread the white cloth on the table, then arranged the plates and cups.
“I had the foresight to bring three servings, Baron,” Devora said with a wink. “Faun and I can sit on the floor in front of you, and use our mouths for more than filling our bellies with nourishment. We can satisfy your other appetite, too.” Both girls giggled and settled between his spread legs.
“And how is our aristocratic guest doing. I trust she had an interesting night, too?”
“After I whipped her,” Devora said with a mouthful of toast, “we locked her in that cell, strapped down on that fiendish framework Dagan loves to use. Then Dagan and his friend played with her all night. From all the shrieking and wailing I heard, he and that thing that prowls around the cellar wouldn’t let her get any rest until just before sunrise.”
“That thing,” Vartan said,” is a human being. An incredibly huge human being, but a man, just the same. And he has a name. He’s called Crowley. Dagan never told me his friend’s first name.”
“How did he...I mean, what happened to him. He looks more like a wild beast from a jungle, than a man.”
“I’ll tell you about it some other time. Now please attend to your duty, I’m getting horny.”
“I spent the night with Yeva in her cell.” Devora said as she cradled his swelling cock in one hand and held her marmalade toast in the other. “I certainly made sure she kept busy keeping me from getting bored. When Dagan had to leave, I made sure he put Lissa into that tiny cell with Yeva. It’s so small they had to sleep pressed against each other. I bet they are finding some very intimate ways of consoling each other.”
“I hope so,” Vartan said. “I’m hoping we and our neighbors can share everything we like with each other.”
“Everything between our legs, you mean,” Devora said with a naughty wink.
***
“Is Hedy still sulking in your wagon?” Karel asked.
“Yes,” Milos replied, rolling his eyes up at the sky. “All the way home yesterday she ranted about how stupid and rude the lady was at Blackthorne House. Then she began cursing me again, and shouting that you and all the rest of us didn’t care if she was murdered by some monster. I was so tempted to tell her she was right.”
“Well, take her some breakfast. Just because she’s selfish and mean-spirited, we don’t have to be.”
“If you say so.” Milos strode over to the campfire and joined the other gypsy men and women. When he had eaten his breakfast, he filled a plate for his wife.
Hedy looked up from her chair as he entered their wagon. “It’s about time. Were you going to let me starve! I’m sure you don’t love me any more. Well, it won’t matter when I’m dead. At least I’ll be rid of the lot of you. Good riddance!” She grabbed the cup from his hand and spilled some as she swooped it to her mouth. “Now see the mess you caused,” she spat out. “If you hadn’t filled my cup so full, I wouldn’t have spilled it. And now I suppose you’re going to make me clean it up!” She gulped down the liquid. “Wait! Where are you going? You’re supposed to stay here and fetch me more if I want it! Come back, you uncaring son of...”
Milos slammed the wagon door behind him, leaping quickly down the stair steps and
onto the grass. He exhaled a deep breath and strolled back to the campfire.
Hedy scrabbled the last crumb into her churning mouth and threw her plate into the corner. “Fools! Tyrants! I’ll show them. I can do more and understand more than all of them put together! I’ll get proof and throw it into their faces. Then the whole world will know I am the true queen of the gypsies.”
She wrapped a shawl over her head and around her shoulders. Grasping a heavy walking stick for a weapon, she carefully opened the door at the back of the wagon. Holding her breath, she slipped down the steps and hurried across the grass, toward Moorland Lane, and north, to Machival Castle, the Darklair.
“I’ll sneak in,” she muttered as she scurried up the Lane to Fleetfoot Road. “I’ll get proof. The people of this shire will learn to respect me, and give me the praise I deserve.”
No one around the campfire noticed the figure disappearing in the distance. Hedy met no interference as she raced thoughtlessly toward her fate. She was only half a mile from the castle. Now, with each step that took her closer to the grim towers and vast walls of Darklair, her feet slowed. The silence reminded her of how alone she was. She shivered in spite of the bright sunshine. She pulled her dark shawl tight around her, and forced her feet to keep moving.
“I’m clever,” she reminded herself, “I’m tough and smart.” She glanced nervously behind her. “I will defeat them all.” She bent her shoulders and lowered her head, peering out from under her wrinkled, paper-thin eyelids. “They won’t see me,” she mumbled. “and vampires can’t come out in the daytime.”
A twig snapped behind her to the left. Hedy spun around, shrieking and shoving her stick out in front of her trembling hands. An antlered deer lifted his nose and sniffed for her scent. With studied indifference he turned and loped off towards the vineyard and Blackthorne Forest to the south.
“You’ll be in my belly soon,” she shouted after him. “I’ll kill you and cook you and eat all of you myself.”
When the deer disappeared behind some tall Hazel bushes, Hedy remembered how close she was to the castle. She spun around and her bobbing head searched the road ahead for sinister shadows waiting in ambush for her. “Move, feet,” she said with a grumble, “you’re taking me to victory.”
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