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“Are women chattel in Ilusia?”
“That would be a fine guess,” he answered. “There is not a female of any worth who has not spent some days learning the fine art of submission in a dungeon like this one.”
“That is absurd!”
Caius wasn’t prone to argue. “You will take off your clothes,” he assured her. “You refuse me now, it will be a long term in this place before you’ll see the light of day again.”
“I cannot,” she was in tears now, trembling.
“I swear you can,” Caius countered. His voice appeared to thunder and yet his words were no more strongly spoken, just the force behind them seemed to rise until the whole place quaked.
“I-I …” she tried to form another sentence while her eyes were fixed on the man. He’d left her to comply, turning away and striding toward his slave, Loria, in the corner, whispering words to her Charlotte could not hear. He then turned about, removing his muslin shirt, revealing a body tanned from the sun. His smooth skin rippled with muscles, which were already gleaming with sweat in the close and tepid air.
Charlotte’s hands had remained immobile at her side as she watched the tender meeting of slave and master. Only when she saw his face again, and he leveled her with a biting scowl, did her fingers haltingly begin the anguished disrobing in obedience to his command. He didn’t have to say a word; he spoke in glances and grimaces, with brows and mouth and his generous presence.
“Sir, please,” she begged, slumping to her knees before him with the front of her dress only half open. “I shall do anything but this…”
“On your feet!” he roared.
“With this you make me—a noble daughter—into a humbled slave!”
“I have my orders and no pity!” he retorted. “If I have to remove your clothes myself, I will tear them off. You’ll receive twice the chastisement for causing me such trouble.” Grasping her hair in his fist, he pulled her to her feet.
Bewildered, Charlotte stared about her to the impassive crowd of witnesses, seeing how they wore their nakedness with ease. Seeing no way out of this horror, she began to undo the ties that held her dress in place. Tears streamed down her face as she let it fall to her feet.
Caius stared at each deliberate move, as though his eyes instructed her to continue. Her chemise followed her dress, and with the last of her undergarments removed she hunched her shoulders together to cover her breasts while leaving her chastity belt to conceal her lower regions.
“Stand for inspection,” he ordered.
Her eyes screamed with fear and she didn’t move.
“Hands behind your neck, your shoulders back.”
What exposure! Her embarrassment leapt ten-fold as she struggled to comply. Charlotte stared down to see her pink nipples swell, forming tight wrinkled knots in the centers of her breasts. Her chest heaved, her whole bosom swaying erotically. Even in her fear, she was a breathtaking picture of female loveliness. Only the chastity belt marred the view of her beauteous physical assets, and yet, in a curious way, her guarded loins seemed to enhance the mystery of this virgin’s promise. Just as well, she’d been so captured, Caius thought. Some thief in the night would come and steal away Mountbane’s prize were she not so surely shielded from assault.
Caius stalked her, naked torso gleaming, eyes molten, lust breeding in his loins, swelling the pouch at his crotch as his erection responded to her womanly grace and his own power to contain this fractious female beast. She was his prey, the spoils of his war with life, the recompense Mountbane owed him for his faithful service.
Dangling from his hand, the long talons of a flogger jolted the frightened wife of Mountbane as her eyes took note of their meaning.
“Oh, sir! Please don’t whip me.”
“Would that I could lay this as heartily on your loins as I will the rest of you.”
“Oh, please, sir, what have I done!”
“Hush, slave!”
Her mouth snapped shut, Charlotte left with just her pleading eyes to sway this savage man.
“Loria, the manacles.”
“Ah, sir, noooo,” Charlotte struggled with the brown-skinned woman whose hands pulled at her wrists to bind them.
The flogger snapped against her back when she fought too much, “Stand still!” Caius boomed.
With her hands wrapped in leather, her arms were lifted high above her, joined to a joist in the ceiling, where a complicated apparatus of chains, ropes and bolts of iron loomed ominously.
“Keep your peace or I’ll gag you!” the man proclaimed.
