The gypsy bent over the body. “Those are the same marks we found on our horse’s neck.”
“And the cattle necks. I received a lot of reports from the farmers about their cattle being maimed at night. What’s your interpretation, Baron?” Gall stared intently at Vartan’s face.
The Baron just shrugged.
“Bitten by a vampire,” Karel said.
Inspector Gall was still staring at Vartan, “Excuse me, Baron, I hope you won’t be offended, would you please do something for me?”
“And what might that be, Inspector?” His face was as impassive as granite.
“Would you please step over here, by the east window.”
“And what will that achieve?”
“Just stand here, where the bright sunlight is pouring through the windowpanes. Just for a moment. Just to satisfy my curiosity.”
“Very well. We both will.” Vartan grasped Yeva’s hand and they strode across the carpet and stood erect and proud, exposing themselves to the full force of the sunlight. They slowly turned completely around, letting the light illuminate their bodies. “Satisfied?”
“Thank you, Baron. I hope I didn’t offend you and your lady.”
“Not at all. I appreciate an opportunity to put to rest all the nasty gossip about us.”
“The shire is full of farmers and kind, but superstitious villagers. There’s always some gossip circulating. It’s the only thing that makes them feel important. I hope you will forgive them as quickly as they will apologize.”
“We covet their friendship, and only want to be left to live in peace,” Vartan replied.
“Good,” Gall said. He extended his hand. “Thank you for being cooperative, Baron. It would have become messy if Scotland Yard sent a man up here.” He turned to Karel, “What would you like done with Hedy’s body?”
“I would like permission to have her cremated here, and her ashes scattered into the ocean.”
“I will arrange that for you here,” the Baron said. “The cliff on the far side of my castle drops into the sea. Any ceremony you would like can be performed there.”
“You are kind, Baron. I’m sorry Hedy was so...”
“It has ended,” Vartan replied. “It is best for us not to mention it again.”
“And your friend?” Inspector Gall asked.
“We will bury Crowley in the small cemetery next to the castle. He was a good man, in spite of his physical abnormalities. He deserves a decent funeral.”
“Very well. I’ll go back to Lympwick and write up my report. And,” Gall shook the Baron’s hand again, “my condolences at the death of your friend.”
“Thank you, Inspector. Perhaps after this is finished, you will come to dinner here. My lady,” he smiled at Yeva, “and I are planning a dinner party for our new friends and neighbors. We are having it on the night of...”
“The thirty-first of this month,” Yeva said, “the last night in October.”
Gall and Karel climbed into his bright red car and clattered down Fleetfoot Road, back to the gypsy camp, then on to Lympwick.
“That went rather well, I think,” Graveston said.
“Yes,” Vartan said, exhaling a long-held breath. “Now, let’s move these bodies. They make me nervous.”
“The Baron wants you in the library,” Graveston swung open the door to Lissa’s cell.
“Really, another lecture, I suppose. Where’s my clothes?”
“Gone. Burned in the fireplace.” He leered at her naked body, “Like I said, the Baron wants to see you, not your clothes.”
Lissa stood up and waited, head lowered, while Graveston strapped on her harness. When her arms were imprisoned high up against her back, he allowed her to walk out of the cell, down the corridor, and up the damp stone steps.
“Your husband is here to claim you,” Baron Vartan said as she was shoved into the library by Graveston. “Your horse is saddled and waiting in the courtyard.
“Oh, Richard,” she cried and ran into his arms. “I was so frightened.”
“It serves you right, for what you did. Not telling your own husband of the follies you were planning, you deserve everything you got.”
“I’m sorry.”
He wrapped his arms around her naked body and whispered in her ear. “I hope you have learned your lesson. Now I am sending you home on my stallion.”
“Then get me out of this horrible harness, and I need some clothes to wear.”
“No!”
“What? But...”
Richard turned to Graveston. “Take her out to my horse, just as she is. Tie a rope to her ankle, pass it under the horse’s belly, then pull it tight and tie it to her other ankle. And I mean tight!”
“Richard!” Lissa’s eyes brimmed with tears.
“Then slap the horse’s rump, hard! He’ll take her for quite a tour before he brings her home. I’ve made sure there are a dozen mares in heat scattered through the pasture. My stallion will give Lissa quite a bumpy ride as he’s mounting and fucking each of them.”
“But...”
“A little preview,” Richard said to her, “of what you can expect from the male staff of Blackthorne House when my horse takes you into the stable. We’ve prepared a special stall, just for you to be tethered and bred.”
Graveston towed the protesting Lissa out the door.
***
“Good morning, everyone. Here’s our birthday girl, ready to be initiated into our secret world.” Devora held one end of a leash in her fist, the other end was attached to the wide leather collar around Radinka’s slim neck. The girl wore a crimson velvet cape, falling to just below her buttocks. The front had not been buttoned. It gaped open, revealing her exposed feminine charms. Her blushing face matched the color of her cape.
“Welcome,” Baron Vartan said. “Are you submitting your body of you own free will?”
“Yes,” she said, her girlish voice barely audible.
“Why?”
“Because,” she glanced shyly at Devora’s naked body, “she...showed me how wonderful my body can feel when I yield it to someone. When I’m helpless and can’t escape, I don’t feel the guilt or shame, and I can enjoy all the ecstasy and joy of sex.”
Vartan walked slowly over to her and cupped her breast in his gentle hand. “And if we should expose your defenseless body to punishment and abuse?”
Radinka smiled and lay her head against Devora’s shoulder. “I’ve learned that it only makes the sex feel more wonderful. I am willing.”
“That’s remarkable, my child, that you have learned so quickly, the great truth that sets us free.” He bent and kissed her quivering lips. “Are you ready?”
“Oh, yes. I’m so anxious to learn more.”
Vartan spoke to Devora, “Take her to the initiation cell in the cellar. We will join you after she is prepared to receive us.” He turned to Richard, “I would be pleased if you would join us in our ceremony with the girl.”
“I would be honored, Baron. It’s always a memorable occasion when breaking in a virgin.”
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