Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy (7 page)

But she issued at least five blood curdling screams, and yet there was no such rescue in the offing.  No one even knocked on the door to ask what if everything was all right.  If a woman had screamed like that anywhere in the South, she was quite sure that all sorts of men would have run to their aid.

Unless it wa
s a slave who had issued such a cry.  In which case, Cassie knew better than some, that she would just as likely have been cuffed across the f
ace and told to shut up or else, regardless of the circumstances in which she found herself.

And the Count had told her that in this place she would be judged to be no better than
a slave.

Still, s
he couldn’t believe that no one – not even one of the men she had been dragged past not long ago – was going to lift a finger to prevent the sullying of her name and person.

“Are you quite through trying to make us both deaf?”

Cassie ignored him and drew another breath, but this time she
screamed the word “Help!” as loudly as she could – but cut it off as soon as she felt him
boldly reach out to
cup her breast.  She tried to wiggle away from his touch, but there was nowhere to go.  She had even less mobility with
the considerable weight of
him parked right on top of her.

“You can stop that any time n
ow,” he informed her with annoying calm.
“
No one’s going to help you.”

She couldn’t help the tears that overflowed her eyes from behind the blindfold.  “What kind of place is this?  Are there no gentlemen here?”

Cassie had no idea what she’d said that amused him, but she heard him
laugh heartily in response to her question.  “
This room is soundproof, Cassie.  They couldn’t hear you no matter how hard you screamed – not that they would have helped you even i
f they had heard you.  More than
likely they would be just outside the door, their cocks in their hands, eager for every droplet of
your audible
anguish
that they could get.”  He was surprised at her shocked, disbelieving look.  “
Do you truly not know where you are?”

“I don’t.  No one has told me anything.  I’ve been poked and prodded and most rudely abused, but no one has told me why I was kidnapped and brought here.  If not for money, then why?”

In answer,
Jurek reached behind her head and removed the blindfold.  It took a long moment for Cassie’s eyes to adjust, but then she looked up at him and realized that he had exactly the same coloring as she did.  He was wearing a mane of hair that was not as long as hers, but down to his shoulders at least.  It was waving and curling on its own, and it was the same shocking
shade of
white blonde as hers.

And he was at least the size of one of the big oafs who had brought her here, if not bigger, which was why she felt as if he was crushing her by lying on top of her.
  He was.

“We have been looking for you for ages,
ma cherie
.  You are my match.  The only one we have ever found.  We will make beautiful babies together.”

Make babies?  She couldn’t possibly do that – they weren’t married!

She said as much to Jurek, quite haughtily, which only had him laughing at least as uproariously as he had
a few seconds ago.  “You do not have to be married to be pregnant
, Cassie
.”

“Of course you do!  One cannot have a baby without a husband.”
  She ignored the fact that he had used her Christian name in the pursuit of getting him to admit that she was in the right.

“No,” he corrected, placing his finger over her lips, “a woman cannot become pregnant without a man, but
he doesn’t have to be her husband.”

She had never heard of such a thing – at least not as pertained to a white woman, anyway.  “That
can’t
be so.”

“I shall enjoy spending the next few week
s or so proving you very wrong.”  He leaned down and covered her mouth with his while hers was still open as she searched for something to say to refute his contention.

He kissed her boldly, unapologetically.  There was no trace of the quick pecks that the occasional overeager young man had stolen from her in the various gardens she had been in in Europe, or even at the balls her neighbors had thrown, although American –
s
outhern American men – were much less forward than Europeans, she had found.  He claimed her mouth, his tongue bolding plunging past her lips and teeth
to try to encourage her to fence with her own, his head tilting so that he had a better angle that allowed him to plunder even more of her.

Cassie was lost for a moment in the flood of sensations that crested through her body, sweeping away her inhibitions
momentarily so that
she nearly dueled back at him
with her own bold tongue until she came to her senses and, instead, brou
ght her teeth down, hard, on that
soft invader.

He reared back and she knew that she had struck her target, although she didn’t taste blood so she knew that she hadn’t bitten anywhere near hard enough to deter him.

But she hadn’t thought about what his retaliation might be for such an offense.  She was only trying to get him to get off her.

Jurek, however, had a lot of experience in dealing with reluctant mates.  And Victor, last night, had come to him to chat about
how his luck had been in France.  He had told him that he had had a modicum of success, and that he could expect a lovely present very shortly, but Jurek hadn’t thought it would be this quick.  “
No doubt she thinks babies are brought by the stork. 
She’s
been totally sheltered; she’s
completely innocent, my friend. 
I know that for a fact myself.”

Jurek knew exactly what that meant.  Victor hadn’t been able to resist sampling his dessert, although he was smart enough not to go too far, using the excuse of wanting to be certain that this girl was clean.

“And I have a feeling that, to a certain extent, and certainly unknown to her, she might well enjoy the rougher side of you, although
perhaps not at first
.  I trust your judgment completely in this situation, of course.  I don’t not have your prowess.”  What Victor meant was that he did not possess potent seed, but of course he would never put it that way.  “Regardless, you should not go easy on her.  She had a slave with her, and I have a feeling that it might do her good to get a taste of the other side, if you know what I mean.”

Jurek had nodded, his member already stiff and swollen just at the thought of breaking in a young woman who was
that completely untouched.
 
Well, pretty much, considering he had a very good idea of what Victor’s intake process was

So, when those fine little teeth of hers clamped down on his tongue, he drew back and
struck her, only not where she expected.  Cassie thought – belatedly
-
that he might slap her across the face.  It would have been only the second time in her life that that had happened,
all within
the past day or so.

But instead he began to beat her breasts with his open palm.  First one side then the other of the same breast, then
switching to the other
, bringing his hand down swiftly and cruelly in a horrible rhythm, deliberately aiming for her nipples, which he noticed were erect, despite – or maybe because of – the treatment they were receiving.

And then, when he had stung her breasts as if with a thousand angry bees, he flipped
her over onto her stomach, moving
so that he was sitting on her
thighs -
which would also serve t
o keep her legs from kicking up -
and lit into her with something small and possibly wooden, although she couldn’t see it, that created an unsettling echo with
each smack he delivered.

The implement he was using might have been physically smaller than the one the women had used on her yesterday, but that d
idn’t mean it hurt any less.  T
o the contrary, because it was smaller, and he had much more upper body strength than either of the matrons,
it was much more painful than the corporal punishment she had had to endure yesterday.

And that was all she could do – endure it.  With her lower body held down by his weight and her wrists tied to the headboard, there was nothing she could to do avoid even one of those crisp, biting swats.  She couldn’t even lean away from them, because she couldn’t move enough to do so.

Eventually he moved down a bit more and began to incorporate the tops of her thighs in the punishment, too, which should have been a bit better than him going over the same territory all the time, but it wasn’t, because her skin there was even more sensitive, and he seemed to concentrate a lot in one spot – right where her butt became her thigh.  That spot bore the brunt of her punishment.

Jurek made sure that this was an event that she wouldn’t soon forget.  He knew the importance of making a solid first impression, and he intended that she would know that he wasn’t going to put up with any such nonsense.  Later, he might punish her for his own amusement, but right now, she would probably be getting enough lickings
just because she didn’t know the rules, and he wasn’t going to tell her any of them, either. 

She would have to find out the hard way –
and
that was
more than
half of the fun for him.

He didn’t stop until her
ass and thighs were an angry, cherry red, then he flipped her over and parted the legs he’
d been holding closed while he spanked her, using his bulk against her to force her to comply, to let him gather up those legs over his elbows as he planted a hand to either side of
her
waist, poised with t
he throbbing head of his cock against
the virginal entrance to her body.

Jurek began to press himself into her, and Cassie began to feel something down there tear painfully – much more so, even, than the way her behind was throbbing against the sheets.  So she opened her mouth and began to scream again, only to find
that same bolt o
f silk pressed past her lips and
secured behind her head.  Before she knew it, he was back in the same position, and she was totally helpless to even make
the slightest of
sound
s
of protest against what he did to her. 

He violated her with excr
uciating slowness,
enjoying every second of it, watching her head thrash uselessly back and forth as her body was forced to a
ccept him, inch by painful inch, her legs held wide apart, wrists captured above her head
as she felt him slipping
something hard and unyielding
inexorably inside her.

F
inally the last barrier
to his complete possession surrendered, and his hips met hers as he seated himself fully within her for the first time.  Cassie was blubbering loudly from behind the gag,
full of rage and incensed at what he was doing to her,
crying helplessly at the pain and mortification.

And he didn’t stop there, as she had hoped.  No, he withdrew, just as slowly and excruciatingly as he had
entered
, only to plunge himself inside her again, getting even deeper this time,
rocking himself into her to the hilt then, it seemed, trying to get even further inside her.

“I’m going to make you pregnant,” he whispered
as he thrust himself violently into her.
  “You’re going to be bred to me any time I want you, and believe me, that’s going to be as many times a day as I can manage until you
r breasts and b
elly have swollen with my seed.”  He let her legs down and reached up to pinch one of her nipples hard. 
“
Then you’re going to deliver that child and it’s going to be sold to the highest bidder, probably somewhere in the East, and I’m going to be on you again as soon as the doctor clears you so that you get caught
as quickly as possible
with another.  And another.  And another.
  You’re going to make me even richer than I already am.”

That scenario sounded horrifically familiar.  It was what one of the girls from nearby Two Rivers had said her father did with the slaves
when she was much younger
.  Cassie, of course, had no
idea
what the girl was talking about
, no
idea that that was what
happened
in those tiny slave shacks at the back of the plantation
,
and
she
wouldn’t have done anything to stop it even if she had known.

“You are going to be as permanently pregnant as I can
possib
ly
make you.
  You’re not going to even remember a time when you’re not.
  Your life is going to be popping out babies and servicing my every whim.  And you better hope I never get tired o
f you, or I’ll have you put in with the regular girls
, and you’ll be fucked by more men in a day than you can count, pregnant or not.”