Page 13 of Against Her Will

Within seconds, he had replaced those tormenting fingers some other part of her body that she couldn’t name, but she knew it was the one who had hurt her so badly the last time it had forced its way inside her. And this time it hurt again – stinging madly – although she had to admit to herself that it wasn’t nearly as bad as it had been before.

And, to her great consternation, it got much better very quickly as he made the same motions he had before, rocking himself in and out of her hard, touching the entrance to her very womb with each powerful thrust, and thoroughly enjoying the fact that she seemed to be right there with him. He could hear the breath gush out of her every time he plunged, and what had been soft sighs of resignation rapidly became unmistakable groans of pleasure.

If there was one thing that Jurek prided himself on, it was his ability to bring every woman he had ever touched to orgasm, in one way or the other. He didn’t much care how he accomplished it, but he enjoyed not only dominating and punishing his women, but he got his greatest sense of satisfaction by then forcing them to yield their bodies – and, he believed, their deepest souls – to him by cumming on his mouth or his cock or his fingers, some mere seconds after they had been most grievously punished.

He wasn’t sure whether Cassie was like some of the women he had had over the years – who actually drew pleasure from their own pain, as well as from being very tightly controlled – but he knew he would find that out very shortly.

He continued to ride her, hard, with no thought whatsoever of the fact that she had just been deflowered. He wanted her, so he took her. If she came along that was all right – for now – but if she didn’t, he didn’t much care.

Cassie was doing her best to try to ignore the feelings she felt building inside her, but there was no way to do so. They demanded her full attention, and she lost that fight after a very short time. The only instance that drew her out of that sensual reverie was when Jurek leaned down and kissed her, with his mouth open and tasting of...

Herself! She could taste herself – her private places – on his mouth! She tried to withdraw, but he delved a hand into her hair, close to her scalp, to keep her lips right where he wanted them, where he could plunder and taste and tease to his heart’s content.

When he’d finished, exploding within her in much the same manner as she had outwardly a few minutes ago, Jurek collapsed down on top of her, until he began to hear muffled cries of protests from beneath and realized he was practically smothering her. He rolled to one side, but didn’t immediately release her. She was unlike the women he usually fucked, who were of Eastern European descent, many of them Russians, and much sturdier and stockier than this delicate American flower.

At least she hadn’t started screaming again, he realized, which was a point in her favor, but he did notice that she hadn’t brought her legs to her chest as she should have in order to retain as much of his seed as possible.

So he sat up and did it himself, tugging her legs well up, then taking the flat of his hand to her behind for not having done as she was supposed to. Later he would give her a more severe punishment, so that she would know that he meant exactly what he said to her, and that his word was law to her. But right now it was more important that she remain in that exact position for a while.

Cassie bawled and howled just from his hand – he couldn’t imagine what she was going to do when he introduced her to his belt . . . or the cane he’d bought while he was in England a while ago . . . or the single tailed whip he favored sometimes, although that could, if the person wielding it wasn’t very careful, permanently mar her skin, and he knew he oughtn’t do that until he knew whether or not she was capable of breeding. If she wasn’t she would be sold off as such, and they would lose a lot of money if she was marred in any way.

Considering how often he wanted her – which, he was surprised to realize was again, right now, although he managed to deny himself, barely – she should be caught within no more than a month.

“When was the date of your last woman’s time?” he asked, hearing her shocked gasp.

Cassie immediately clamped her mouth shut. That was none of his business!

She was very surprised when her small act of defiance didn’t immediately earn her a clout or some sort of physical reprimand. The men here seemed to delight in doing nothing more than beating helpless women.

But he didn’t say anything more, either, which also made her very uneasy, as if she was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

And it did.

After a small pause, Jurek reached over and released her hands, then grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her neck and lifted her off the bed, practically just using that. He pushed her up against the closest wall, which seemed to be unusually bare, especially in comparison to the ornate fashion in which the rest of the room was decorated.

She hadn’t noticed that there were handcuffs – the same type as had been used on her before, cushioned so as not to abrade her skin, but stiff, unfriendly leather. Before she knew it she was caught wrist and ankle, spread eagled and bound to the wall as if she was trying to give it a big hug.

From behind she could hear something swishing through the air and knew she didn’t want to know what it was, and she couldn’t even begin to think that he was going to bring it crashing down onto her pert buttocks, but that was exactly what he did. The very thin cane was almost more like a switch, cutting viciously through the air and then even more cruelly into her vulnerable backside.

Cassie had seen switches used on some of the children who lived near them before, when they were unlucky enough to have parents that believed in corporal punishment, and those that did seemed to be quite fervent about it. Mary Louise Coughlin had gotten a switching from her Mother right in front of Cassie for eating the crabapples she had been told not to, and they weren’t even really children then. That was just last year, and when the two of them had just turned eighteen.

So not only did poor Mary Louise have a stomach ache, but she had a burning butt to go with it. Mrs. Coughlin hadn’t hesitated in the least in pulling her daughter’s skirt up and her bloomers down, and Cassie had had to turn her head away from the mass of stinging welts she could see being raised on her neighbor’s backside.

She was entirely unprepared for the feeling of that whippy as it sizzled its way across her bottom, hitting both cheeks at the same time and leaving what she was quite sure was a line of pure fire on them both. She tried to arch away from it, but found herself grinding her front against the wall. There was nowhere to go to avoid any of the blows he decided to deliver. And before she was even able to finish drawing her horrified breath at the first stroke, three more had been visted upon her that had her bursting forth with both tears and an outraged, anguished scream, banging her hips against the wall in an effort to accomplish the impossible and pass right through it, away from the torment.

Many more – strokes as well as screams – followed, such that she completely lost her voice from doing so long before Jurek even thought of stopping. He knew that this little implement stung like hellfire, but also that – although it would leave bruises and big, painful welts, it would not damage her fine white skin in any permanent manner.

Hopefully, however, it would permanently affect her memory, and her attitude. But if not, there would always be time made for correction in this place - if not by him for some reason, then by one of the matrons or Victor. Indeed, the only people in this establishment who were not allowed to punish the young ladies who inhabited it were the young ladies themselves.

Jurek brought that cane down on her until his arm was tired, until her buttocks were a mass of thin, angry red lines that criss-crossed down its length and even halfway down the tender, excruciatingly tender backs of her thighs.

And then he put the cane away, dressed, and left the room, saying nothing more to her, leaving her right where she was, scarecrowed buck naked against the wall, her bottom stinging and throbbing fit to drive her insane.

Cassie didn’t know how long he’d been gone, but she knew exactly what she was going to say when he came back. And when he returned with a tray of food, she couldn’t blurt it out fast enough, stumbling and stuttering nervously, her tongue tripping over itself in order to get the information he wanted out as quickly as possible.

“I – I d-don’t know wh-when my last . . . time w-was, but the m-month bef-fore was the fifteenth th-through the eighteenth.”

Jurek didn’t acknowledge what she’d said in the least, but put the food to one side on an occasional table and took up right where he had left off, as if she hadn’t just answered her question, laying down another set of strokes over the fresh ones from a very short time ago. In the middle of that, he became tired of hearing her screams and moans, and gagged her again, then finished her off by using not one but two of the vicious implements at the same time, giving her double the agony.

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