Page 14 of Against Her Will

After having put them both away in an ornate jar that looked like it had been designed to hold umbrellas, he stood behind her, pressing himself up against her blazing butt and rubbing himself against its searing heat. He reached up and grabbed another hunk of hair, close to her scalp, arching her neck back painfully and whispering into her ear, “The next time I tell you to do something, you’re going to do it as soon as I ask you to, aren’t you?”

Although it hurt her to do so, Cassie nonetheless nodded her head very vehemently in agreement.

He let go of her head but didn’t make a move to free her. Instead he sank down on the bed and admired his handiwork as he ate a bit of breakfast and listened to her weep behind the gag.

Eventually, after he had eaten what he wanted of the fare, he got up and removed her from the shackles to force her to kneel on the floor before him as he reclaimed his seat and fed her from his own hand. Not too much, of course. He believed that females who weren’t breeding needed to be kept hungry so they would be that much more interested in becoming pregnant. Breeding females – at least those such as Cassie - were fed very generously of the highest quality food money could buy, and she – with her crowning glory of hair – would be the most cosseted among them, if you could call it that. Even the lowly born ones were fed much better once they were pregnant – worlds better than they would have eaten on their own or at home.

This set the pattern to Cassie’s life. She was rarely ever alone. Jurek was nearly always with her, and if he couldn’t be, then either the matrons or, on rarer occasions, the Count, would come to babysit her. Why they thought she needed looking after when Jurek always left her bound to the bed, she never knew, but there was always a watchful pair of eyes on her even when she was entirely helpless.

She ate and drank only that which he gave her, and never at table. All of those fine manners her Mother had tried to drill into her went entirely to waist. Nothing had ever been mentioned to her about what the etiquette of eating at a man’s feet was. And although she always had lofty ideals of refusing sustenance, it never lasted any longer than seeing him offer her a bit off food because she was kept constantly hungry. She was never dressed any more, either, unless one considered the collar, cuffs and chains that Jurek had had the smithy weld onto each of her wrists and ankles in a manner that seemed to be quite permanent, even the collar itself would take another smithy to remove.

As he had to discipline her quite a bit, Jurek had decided that she needed a more permanent reminder of her new station in life, and now, every time she moved in any way at all, her chains – which were solidly built but somehow also rather delicate – tinkled, screaming with every aborted movement to block a blow or bucking of her hips in the wild clutches of an untamed reaction to his constant rubbing between her legs, her status was tolled by the restraints she was forced to wear.

Her day was full of almost nothing but sex. Jurek was absolutely insatiable, and he often plied her with whatever it was that was secreted in the drinks, forcing her to overcome her natural reticence about what was being done to her and what she was having to do to him, not allowing her to hide her responses behind a puritanical face but throwing her into her own sensuality whenever he desired her, taking everything she had every time, crowing to her about how wonderfully she responded to him, rubbing her face in it and enjoying every second of both her ultimate pleasure and the agonizing pain he demanded from her and got, in nearly equal portions.

He had absolutely no conscience about when he slid into her – day, night, morning, afternoon – it was all the same to him, and thus he didn’t want to hear a word from her in protest, about anything he did to her.

One time, as a punishment of a different kind when she had been slow in complying with an edict of his for whatever reason, he tied her to the bed, over several pillows, and opened the top drawer of his nightstand, reaching in to pull out a few things that she couldn’t see, because he had gagged her as well as blindfolding her and put muffs over her ears, so that she couldn’t see, hear or say anything.

He wanted this to be one rude surprise, and one hard lesson.

Her position was different from the usual – if he was going to take her from behind, he usually had her on all fours for that. This time, her knees were bent and also lashed to the bed, so that she was kind of squatting face down, her quim upturned, open and vulnerable to anything.

But that wasn’t what he was after, she soon found out. Her legs were so spread apart that her bottom cheeks were also well parted, and that was where she felt his finger, with a bit of oil on it, pressing against that very tight sphincter.

Cassie squealed loudly in protest, very quickly losing her voice as she felt him pushing – almost gently but inexorably – against her bottom hole, forcing it – as he had forced the rest of her – to yield to him, until he was inside her up to his first knuckle.

But, of course, that was nowhere near enough.

He didn’t stop until his entire finger was within her, and then he proceeded to crook it as much as he could as he twisted his hand around. He wasn’t even thrusting, just twirling and bending his finger as he possessed her most shameful spot.

Cassie was bawling uncontrollably – not that he was hurting her too badly, although it was far from the most pleasant thing she had felt. It was just . . . wrong . . . one of the worst violations of her person that she had experienced, and over the past month, she had experienced a lot of them.

Jurek removed his finer rather quickly, smiling to himself when he saw her heave a very premature sigh of relief, probably thinking it was all over.

He had made everything ready and leaned down to lift one side of the ear muffs, saying, “There’s more to come, my dear. I suggest you try to relax, although I doubt you’ll be able to. Will you ever learn to obey me the first time? I am enjoying your punishments, of course, but they have to be a bit wearing on you . . .”

Straightening out again, he picked up the hefty implement he intended on using on her, dipping just the broad tip of its marble tumescence into the lubrication, then pressing it to her reluctant bottom hole.

Cassie’s head came up as she realized the size of what was being presented and where, and began to scream again, but nothing came out. She had exhausted that ability on the first step.

Jurek leaned over her and grabbed a hold of one of her shoulders, then began to cram that smooth, cold phallus into her bowels, not giving her even a second to try to adjust, not focusing on anything but his goal of filling her entirely with this very long, thick – especially for her – presence.

And fill her he did – to the very brim, as Cassie tried to wiggle and struggle and surge forward, which was what his hand on her shoulder stopped, dead in the water. In fact, midway through this invasion, he used his leverage to force her to back onto it, as if she was a willing participant in her own anal rape.

When he had seated it well within her, he didn’t dawdle. Instead he drew it all the way out, then plunged it back inside her again, this time claiming her insides in a matter of a few seconds, abruptly, painfully, brutally.

And he continued to rape her violently until he was sure that she had learned her lesson, in the end turning her over onto her back while the horrible thing was still in her so that he could fuck her, his motions moving the invader in her behind to twitch and slide within her.

After that, Cassie was much, much more careful to do exactly what she was told, when she was told to do it.

Not that that stopped it from happening again, whenever he wanted it to, of course.

Chapter Six

After a few weeks, though, he stopped offering her anything to drink but milk that had not been laced with anything. And that was definitely worse, as far as Cassie was concerned, because now she had nothing on which to blame the fact that her body still craved his touch – good or bad, it seemed. There were no more aphrodisiacs within her, but still she went off like fireworks no matter what degrading thing he had her doing – and sometimes, when she was awake at night, sleeping bound on the floor next to his bed, she forced herself to realize that the pain and the degradation were at least as exciting to her as when he – occasionally – forced her to climax just for his enjoyment.

That was it, though, she knew. It was the force part that made every sensation a thousand times more powerful than it would have been if they had, say, simply met and become lovers.

Cassie couldn’t believe how low she had sunk, and so quickly, too. She cried as quietly as she could as her heart broke, not wanting him to hear her anguish.

It turned out that there was a reason why she was no longer offered any alcohol or anything that was laced with any kind of medication.

One morning, Jurek woke her much earlier than usual, but not in the normal way, which was to slip himself into her, bringing her awake when she was halfway to cumming already.

But this time he reached down and crushed each nipple with his thumbs against his index fingers, and although she was instantly awake, she wasn’t allowed to get up until he finished.

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