Page 7 of Against Her Will

“I’ll know more in just a second, but I’m very sure of the discovery I made while bathing her.”

“I would like to take a look for myself, if you don’t mind, Matushka. Not that I don’t trust you. I just want to see and feel it myself.”

“Yes, Sir.”

Cassie had no idea what they were talking about, but she had a good idea that she probably wouldn’t like it. And she had yet to take her place on the table, so the paddle reappeared, and the person who was wielding it took absolutely no notice of the fact that she had already been most thoroughly chastised just a few minutes before.

She promised herself that she wouldn’t give in and make such a demeaning commotion as she had the last time, but all her brave resolve crumbled by the third tremendous swat, and of course the punishment went on much longer than that. By the time it ended, she was more than happy to take her place on the strange looking table that didn’t seem anywhere near long enough for her to lie on; her legs from the knees down hung over the end.

That was when the two men came to each pull an arm straight above her head, attaching a softly padded but nonetheless extremely strong cuff around each of her wrists, restraining them tightly enough that she couldn’t raise them even an inch off the table.

While they were doing that, the women were at her legs, prying them apart and securing her into some sort of contraption that looked something like a stirrup on a saddle, but positioned so that her legs were spread uncomfortably – and mortifyingly – wide apart.

After she was secured, the guards took up their positions on either side of the door, but the Count and the two women gathered at the end of the table, staring directly at her most shameful spot, and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it except begin to cry, which, much to her consternation, that’s exactly what she did.

Cassie wanted to be strong. She wanted to show them that there was nothing they could do to make her react – as she had done when she had frozen someone out as a child – but the things they were doing were so degrading and humiliating that she found that, as she was so blatantly shown that she now had absolutely no control over her body, she seemed to have even less control over her emotions.

Vowing to herself that she wouldn’t beg and then breaking that vow seconds later – which had already happened repeatedly – made things just that much worse. As the violations of her person became much more intrusive, the words just tumbled out of her on their own accord, in a shrieking, plaintive tone she didn’t even recognize as her own.

“Pleeeeaaase, stop! My father will pay you a lot of money if you bring me back to my family unharmed! A lot of money! More than you can imagine! It’s only been a day or two – he’ll probably not even know that I’m gone yet! Just please – don’t!” She could feel the Count’s breath on the inside of her thighs as he leaned in to examine her much more closely, his firm, probing fingers finding their way unerringly between those succulently plump lips of hers to the smaller ones that guarded the secret he had to know the answer to. Cassie thought she was going to pass out from the embarrassment of what he was doing to her, and her cries rose in pitch and volume. “No – DON’T DO THAT!”

“Oh, yes, Cassie. There’s nothing you can stop me from doing this,” Victor taunted cruelly, standing between her legs and watching her eyes widen dramatically as his fingers delved between those well hidden folds, only to be stopped almost immediately by the indisputable evidence of her virginity. “And I’m sure you’ll be interested to know that it’s been more than a month since that night at the ball. I would bet your father not even knows that you’ve been kidnapped, but that the search for you is already over and done with. No one will be looking for you anymore.”

Cassie was devastated by what he’d said. She couldn’t remember a thing that had happened since he had given her that glass of champagne, and then she had come to here, in this room. It couldn’t possibly have been four weeks since then, could it? And her father wouldn’t have given up so easily on finding her, would he?

As much as she wanted to dwell on what she’d just heard, she found she couldn’t in the face of what he was doing to her. He drove all coherent thought from her mind, although emotions quickly flooded in to fill the void – intense mortification, humiliation and embarrassment.

And they were accompanied by, she was to realize all too quickly, a sharp, sure, undeniable pleasure that only compounded her shame a thousand fold.

Victor desperately wanted to alleviate her of that tiny burden – and he was more than ready to do so right here and now – but he managed to restrain himself – barely – as his rampant cock swelled and throbbed wildly against the constraints of his pants.

Instead, he said, “Get me the lavender oil,” to no one in particular, but it appeared at his elbow nonetheless, and he dipped the index and middle fingers of his right hand into it, slathering them with the fragrant scent, then replacing them very close to where they had been, although up a bit until they landed directly on top of her clit.

It was, he acknowledged, not in the least engorged, but that was only a matter of time, in his experience. As reluctant as they always were at first – and rightly so, he realized – he – or his protégé - had yet to fail to tame a woman through the judicious use of pleasure, humiliation, and pain.

Cassie’s wild, abortive attempts at gyrating away from him, her head whipping back and forth between her arms, her face covered in that amazing mane of hers, stopped immediately as soon as he came back in contact with her, and he began to stroke very slowly over that bud, then, deliberately, in much more neutral places around it, teasing her by only occasionally claiming that scrap of flesh to caress it slowly, expectantly, watching avidly for the signs of changes in her body that she couldn’t prevent. He was very pleasantly surprised to find Such as the wetness that appeared relatively quickly not far down from where his fingers were perched. Victor dipped his hand down a bit, wetting his fingers again, then bringing them back up to fondle her again, but this time more naturally, swirling just the very tips of his callused fingers, abrading her just a bit then moving them off to explore the very edges of her majora, skillfully increasing both the time he spent stroking her and the time he spent ignoring her body’s growing interests in his pursuits, until he heard it.

A single moan – that was unmistakably not a cry, not a wail, not a scream. A moan – albeit a short one – of pure, unadulterated pleasure, wrung from a woman he knew was valiantly trying to resist the pleasure he was bringing to her. Driving her past the ability to tamp that response down was the ultimate thrill, as far as he was concerned.

But that was where he stopped, having made his point, backing away from her to stand by the door and watch the two women release her from her bonds.

“When you’re through, bring her to Block B, cell four,” he ordered.

Both of them turned to him, surprised at his pronouncement, but they each nodded, also. It did not pay to go against Count Salkov, in any way, shape or form.

Through with what? Cassie wondered, then realized she might not want to know.

While she remained restrained, the women went to work removing her of every bit of body hair she owned, except that which was on her head by using some sort of strange, mint smelling paste. Her underarms and arms, her legs, and – to her intense mortification – even her mons and bottom hole were all completely hairless by the time they got through. And she hadn’t even realized she had any hair around the last area they violated.

Then they each drenched their hands in some sort of wonderful smelling lotion, with which they proceeded to massage every inch of her – again including the areas she least wanted them to.

The Count didn’t accompany her to her new room, trusting the guards and Matushka, as well as her longtime comrade and assistant, Lidiya to get her there. They had more than enough experience to handle one spoiled young American girl.

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