Saved by the Highlander (14 page)

“Do fetch the oil, please, as well as my cane. I’m going to cane little Mary first, in any case. If I do take her afterward, I want her to have paid the price of her pleasure before.”

Her pleasure.
Alice knew that even if Niall had been the one to… take her, it would have hurt, especially if he had wanted to have her bottom, too. But she would have let him—she would have
begged
him to have her every way he wanted, in order to claim her completely and to make her his own.

Mrs. Grant’s footsteps had receded, and now they returned. “Thank you, Mrs. Grant,” Lord Roderick’s voice said.

“Will there be anything else, my lord?”

“We shall have the general correction tomorrow, Mrs. Grant,” he said. “Little Mary here will serve as my second attendant, along with Alana.”

“Very good, my lord,” said Mrs. Grant.

“No protest?” asked Lord Roderick. Alice thought she heard surprise in his voice. “When I proposed the general correction the day before yesterday, I believe you tried to have me abolish the custom entirely.”

“I have seen the error of my ways, my lord.”

“Quite right, quite right,” the lord of Lormoran replied, though Alice now could hear that something had confused him.

“Ten o’clock for the correction, my lord? All to be naked?”

“Fine,” he replied. “Good night, Mrs. Grant. I shall be up late, I think, and I shall put little Mary to bed with Alana when I have finished with her here.”

General correction. Attendant. To bed with Alana.

“Very wise, my lord. Good night.” The housekeeper’s footsteps receded. Alice’s naked body began to tremble all over, with the chill of the dungeon air and still more with the terrible fear of the next thing to happen, which, according to everything she had experienced since the moment she asked the lieutenant where they were going, must be worse than the last.

The sound of a heavy door closing, and then of a bolt going home, hung in the air, and then Lord Roderick said, “Little Mary, I shall cane you now.”

There came a swishing sound. Alice had seen the cane used once, upon her brother John. He was already eighteen, but his tutor still punished him as a boy, and his offense—swimming, Alice suddenly remembered, in a dangerous place on the river—had been considered so great that the family had been made to assemble to watch. She remembered with a shudder, even here over this beam where she herself would now feel the same thing, the way John had hobbled and winced for a week after, as the terrible red welts had faded.

“I am afraid,” the vile man continued in a calm voice, “that you, little Mary, have caused me such a great deal of trouble that I must be terribly severe with you now.”

Alice heard herself give a little sob of fear.

“It will mean that you may not be whipped in the general correction tomorrow, but that shall be of little consequence, as you are to be one of my attendants.”

The swishing sound again. Alice winced. The tutor had swished the cane as well, when he had thrashed John. Alice had felt a kind of fascination that made her terribly uncomfortable, when she watched John caned, as if she should like to know what it felt like, while at the same time she felt dreadfully afraid.

“Would you like to know what it means to be my attendant, at a general correction?”

“Yes, my lord,” Alice whispered.

“It means that you attend to the needs of my prick, for it becomes ever so hard when I watch my maids beaten. Will you like that, little Mary? Will you like to see my prick, touch it, and take it inside your mouth?”

“Y—yes, my lord?” What was Alice to say?

A
swish
cut the air, and then a
thwack
. It took a strange, tiny moment for Alice to understand that the cane had just struck her, across both her bottom cheeks. Then the pain came, and grew, until she had to give a gasping whimper. Her tears, which had ceased for a little while, began to flow again.

“Do not lie to me,
little Mary,
” Lord Roderick said. The swish, and the thwack, and now Alice screamed with the pain that seared her poor bottom—the bottom that Niall, the true nobleman, had punished so gently, Alice now realized. Another stroke fell, and another. Alice wailed and screamed. She clenched her fists inside the rope that tied her wrists, and without even intending to she tried to move upon the beam, to get away from the cane.

But she felt Lord Roderick’s left hand come down upon her waist, and now he brought the cane down three, four, five times, until Alice’s bottom seemed to squirm and surge of its own accord, desperate to find some way to ease the agony her once-intended bridegroom inflicted.

Chapter Seventeen

Alice Lourcy’s prim young bottom now bore at least a dozen very fine welts. Roderick felt his composure returning to him. No, he would not fuck her tonight. He would fuck Alana’s bottom in front of ‘little Mary’ when he had brought the noble girl, weeping, to his special maid’s chamber. That would please Roderick even more.

Perhaps he would fuck his earl’s daughter tomorrow, after the general correction. For now, caning her vigorously to repay her for the trouble she had caused him would satisfy him nicely, especially with the prospect of watching Alice’s face later, in Alana’s chamber, as Roderick drove his cock into Alana’s backside, and told them both that the same stiffness would impale ‘little Mary’s’ own naughty rump whenever he wished to put it there.

Roderick gave her another slashing stroke across the very top of her thighs, and Alice screamed once again. Roderick was not sure he could think of a more pleasing sound than Alice’s screams and tears. His cock felt like it would burst through the front of his breeches.

“I must say, little Mary,” he said with a jocular air, “that when I heard that they had not found Lady Alice’s body among the dead, I felt a certain amount of concern that I might have grave difficulty in executing the plan that I had laid so very carefully, to receive all the benefits of marrying Lady Alice Lourcy without any of the inconveniences. The aid of an English earl in ridding myself of the MacAlpins and even the prospect of marrying my poor dead bride’s sister: they were things that I knew to be within my grasp.”

Idly he shifted the cane to his left hand, not however ceasing to hold her in place over the beam with that hand, and began to stroke the very pleasing bottom-cheeks he had now so clearly marked out as his to flog. Alice whimpered pitifully in response.

“Now, though,” Roderick continued, “even with that plan somewhat tattered, to have my little Mary here with me in my castle, with the prospect of blaming Clan Alpin for Lady Alice Lourcy’s disappearance and probable death, seems an even more pleasant prospect than my original stratagem would have been. Of course having you raped and killed and then blaming the highlanders—with your broken body to show your grieving parents—had an elegant simplicity. But I feel fully compensated for the loss of elegance by the prospect of having such a sweet cunt and such a perfect backside to fuck whenever I like from this moment on. Of course, if I do propose to your sister, I shall have to rid myself of you, little Mary. But by then I expect I shall have spoiled your charms a little, and so the parting should not be especially sorrowful.”

“Please… please, Lord Roderick…” Alice’s voice sounded choked with weeping.

Roderick snatched the cane into his right hand, and brought the rattan down hard across three or four existing welts that had now turned a vivid red on her milky white cheeks. Alice cried out in agony.

“Did I ask you a question, little Mary?” Roderick said in fury.

He caned her again, and again she screamed.

“Have you not understood that little Mary Herter must not speak unless spoken to?”

Another lash of the cane.

“Answer me! Do you understand that, little Mary?”

“Yes, my lord!” Alice screamed.

Roderick did not think that he could enjoy anything, even fucking, as much as he enjoyed hearing the sound of a girl’s submission. Truly, though the days of the lord’s choice might have ended, had Lord Roderick Sperry not recovered his forebears’ voluptuous majesty, in bringing the daughter of an English earl here to their ancient dungeon stable and in conquering her so thoroughly? Would not the old lords, who had listened to and then enjoyed the naked choir, not look down with beatific smiles upon the way he would deflower the beautiful girl from the South, with her golden hair and her crystalline blue eyes—not to mention her pretty little breasts and her pert backside?

“I am glad to hear it, Mary,” he said with mock courtliness. “I think that this will do for your first punishment. I shall bring you now to the girl under whose supervision you will live from henceforth. Her name is Alana, and she will teach you many things about how to please me. It may be that if you come along well in learning those skills, you will someday be my special maid the way Alana is now. Do you wish to know what a special maid does for her master?”

He returned to stroking her bottom, and now as he did so Roderick began to move his fingers inward to rub very lightly at her sweet young cunt, prettily thatched with golden curls. Alice gave a sobbing sort of moan, and Roderick to his delight smelled her helpless excitement on the air.

“Yes, my lord,” Alice whispered.

Roderick could tell that she wished to refuse, but that, wet as her cunt was at the terribly ambiguous stimulation of the caning and his lewd caresses, she must also yearn with treacherous lust to know about the special maid’s duties at Lormoran Castle.

“I imagine that after what you have heard already,” Roderick said, “you have a reasonably good idea of Alana’s duties. She must make herself available for fucking at all times. She must please my cock, exactly as I instruct her to do, and she must accept it wherever I choose to put it. Sometimes she must kiss another girl between her thighs while I watch, and have her own cunt kissed in return. She must receive her punishments with good grace, and promise to be a better girl in the future.” Roderick paused for a long moment, running his fingers up and down Alice’s soaking cleft and then pushing the ball of his thumb against the tiny ring in the sweet valley of her punished bottom. Then he said very softly, “Would you like to be my special maid, little Mary?”

The sob with which Alice answered seemed to Roderick the most satisfying of her responses thus far. “Yes, my lord.”

Knowing that she had a part of her somewhere deep within that honestly did want to be the lord of Lormoran’s special maid must, Roderick thought, be the very worst part of it for her. He smiled.

* * *

Roderick did not find the resentful look in Alana’s eyes any less satisfactory than the fearful look in Alice’s when he had led her up the stairs, still wonderfully naked and limping now from the terrible thrashing he had given her, to the servants’ wing. He opened Alana’s door and propelled Alice inside, putting his right hand down to give her a sharp spank on her chastised backside that made her jump forward with a yelp of pain.

“My lord?” Alana asked, sitting up in bed. “What is it?”

“This is little Mary, Alana, the girl of whom I told you. She will sleep here with you tonight, upon a blanket on the floor. But first she shall watch me fuck your bottom. I have just caned her quite severely. Mary, show Alana your bottom, if you please.”

Roderick did not wait for the girl to comply, but took her by the shoulders and turned her around. Alana gasped at the sight, which Roderick had to confess looked very charming even in the faint light that came from the lamp in the hallway. “Mary,” he said, “go over into the corner and kneel down with your back to the wall, and watch carefully.”

He took the vial of oil that Mrs. Grant had brought him and held it out to Alana. “Get yourself ready,” he said, “my dear. I wish you to prepare your own bottom-hole for my cock, with your rear end turned to little Mary’s face. So get out of bed, bend over in front of her, and get that arsehole nice and easy for me to get into.”

With clear reluctance, biting her lips, Alana obeyed him. She wore a night rail that Roderick had given her the very first night he had come to this chamber to take her maidenhead. It looked very sweet upon her, but the sight of her lifting it and turning to present her bottom to the face of Lady Alice Lourcy seemed even sweeter.

“You see,” Roderick said. “Alana knows that unless she oils her bottom-hole well, it will hurt her very greatly to have my cock inside her there.” Alana looked at him, pleading with her eyes to be spared this indignity. “Go ahead, my dear,” Roderick said. “Show little Mary your arsehole. Or must I instruct her to prepare your backside, while I hold you down?”

Holding the hem of her night rail above her hips, gathered in front of her belly in her left hand to expose her rump to Alice’s view, Alana finally poured some of the oil awkwardly onto the fingers of her right hand.

“Little Mary,” Roderick said. “Watch carefully, for you shall have to do the same someday very soon. Watch how Alana spreads her knees and reaches her hand between her thighs. Watch how she puts her finger inside the little hole to make sure it’s quite oily and ready for a cock to open her there. There we go, girl, get that little ring good and slippery.”

Alice’s breathing sounded very loud, and her eyes looked as wide as saucers. Alana gave a little whimpering moan at the sensation of her fingers on, and then in, her tiny anus.

What a lovely scene Roderick had arranged for himself! The expressions of utter shame on the girls’ faces, both of them frowning in mortification as Alice had to watch another girl prepare her anus for the cock of the man who had been her intended bridegroom, made Roderick so ready to thrust himself into that anus that when he finally did, he made Alana cry out with the force of his in-driving manhood.

He had bent Alana over her little bed. Alice still knelt in the room’s corner to his right. As he fucked, he turned to the girl and said, “Little Mary, should you like to have this prick up
your
bum?”