Saved by the Highlander (15 page)

“Yes, my lord,” she whispered, her eyes wide in horror.

“Do not lie to your master, little Mary, or I shall cane you even more severely next time,” Roderick said sternly. He held Alana’s hips tightly and thrust hard, so that she gave a little scream of discomfort. “Does it sound to you as if Alana likes bottom-fucking?”

“No, my lord,” Alice said, in a thick, sobbing voice.

“So do you think you will like it?” The conversation was arousing him so much that he knew he would spend very soon inside Alana’s tight little backside—sooner than he would have liked. Still, he did not think he had ever had a more exciting bottom-fuck than this one.

“No, my lord?” Alice said uncertainly.

“No, you will not,” Roderick grunted, and felt his climax build in his balls until his hips were pounding hard against Alana’s bottom as she emitted submissive little whimpers that added an exquisite touch to the pleasure that coursed through Roderick’s spasming hips.

When he had pulled out of Alana’s bottom, he called Alice’s attention to his seed trickling out of the well-fucked anus, nothing daunted by the way she seemed not to find the sight as charming as he did.

Then he said, “Alana, you may rise now, and get a blanket for little Mary. Both of you shall attend me, naked, in the library at a quarter of ten in the morning. There will be a general correction at ten o’clock, but I wish to watch you teach little Mary a few lessons before the correction begins. You will make little Mary spend with your mouth, and she will make you spend with hers, while I fuck that pretty cunt of yours. Then, together, we shall teach little Mary to suck my cock. After the correction, I think I shall take little Mary’s maidenhead. You may watch, of course, Alana.”

He turned to Alice. “Good night, Mary, and welcome to my castle. If you are a good girl, we will get along just fine, I think. Remember that you are not to speak unless spoken to by me or by Mrs. Grant or by your uncle the butler. You may not speak to Alana here.” He turned to Alana, who had now gotten up and was wiping away the semen that dripped down her thighs. “Do you understand, Alana? If Mary speaks to you, you may punish her, and then report her for further punishment.”

“Yes, my lord,” Alana said. She turned to Alice with narrow eyes. “I have heard, girl, that you believe you are some English noblewoman. Do not dare to speak a word of that to me. I am a good girl for his lordship, and I will teach you to be one, too.”

“Nicely said, my dear,” Roderick said approvingly. Alana could see, he felt sure, that Roderick intended to make ‘little Mary’ his special maid. Nothing Alice could say would win sympathy from the girl who wished to hold her master’s favors and affections; to try to persuade Alana that she truly was Lady Alice Lourcy would only make the maid use Alice’s disobedience to see her whipped.

Chapter Eighteen

The sun rose at last, or it must have, for a glow appeared in the narrow window of Alana’s chamber. Alice wondered if Alana had slept; Alice herself certainly had not, lying there upon the other girl’s floor, her bottom an agony to her, repeating in her mind over and over,
Niall will save me.

The roosters had begun to crow an hour past, but suddenly a new sound—music, Alice realized, after the deep wheezing had received a strange, haunting overlay of piercing melody—arose. Alice sat up in startlement, gathering the blanket around her to try to cover her nakedness.

Alana, too, had sat up in bed, and stretched her arms above her head. The girl did not seem truly spiteful, Alice thought, with pity that she felt a little surprise she could feel even when she was the one most deserving of compassion. She had a fresh, pretty air about her, and her flaming red hair, though many considered that color unfortunate, caused envy to rise in Alice’s breast. It marked Alana as clearly Scottish, and right now Alice wanted to be Scottish, as if somehow that might help Niall find her. She would even consent to be little Mary Herter, if only Niall would come and rescue her.

Even if it happened not today but some day in the future, she would go along with the strange charade.
As long as Niall comes for me.

Only when she detected that bargaining sort of thought—
I will be Mary. I will be Scottish. I will be Lord Roderick’s ‘special’ maid… as long as Niall will come for me
—did Alice understand the true danger into which the lord of Lormoran had placed her. She already felt unsure when she thought,
I am Lady Alice Lourcy, daughter of the earl of Mercester
, for another voice seemed to speak within her, saying,
No, I am Mary Herter, niece of the butler, and I must not speak. If I am good, the master will not cane me again.

She felt her heart begin to pound in her chest as all these impressions passed through her mind, and something about the strange music, with its wailing and yet beautiful quality, seemed to unsettle her. Alana looked at her, and the sharp, jealous look of the night before, which had occupied her face on waking and seeing Alice still there at the foot of her bed, suddenly melted away into sympathy.

“You have never heard the pipes, have you?” Alana whispered.

The pipes! That was the sound. Fiona had spoken of them once, to lament that Clan Alpin in Kilmorin had no piper, though Niall’s father had been a great player of them.

Alice shook her head very slowly.

“You really are Lady Alice, aren’t you?” Alana had lowered her voice even further.

Alice felt her eyes go wide. Suddenly she worried that Alana would entrap her, and though she had raised her chin to nod, she left it suspended in the air. Could she still be Lady Alice Lourcy when she had been stripped naked and caned by the man who should have been her husband? When he had touched her that way, and called her wickedness into her cunny? When he had made her watch him fuck poor Alana’s backside and promised the same to her?

“Don’t be afraid,” Alana said. “He… he makes you think you’re the thing he tells you—his toy, or his pet. I know. But I think you really are Lady Alice.”

Tears leaked from the corners of Alice’s eyes, and she nodded.

The look of compassion seemed to recede a little from Alana’s face. She said, “I’ll… I’ll try to be kind to you, but… well, I hope you can see that…” Her brow furrowed, as if she were trying to find some way to express a terribly difficult thought. Alice felt her mouth compress into a tight, determined line as she realized what the other girl must be trying to say.

“Look,” Alana began again. “His lordship is going to… to do…
it
to you. You know, between your legs? He may do it today, or he may make you wait, and… well, it hurts the first time, but after that it’s not so bad if you do as he says, and he gives you nice things sometimes. It even feels good, a lot of the time, and all you have to do is let him.”

Alice felt her face turn red as the morning sun that she could now see a little slice of through Alana’s window.

“So, just… you know… let him do it, and he won’t get angry and punish us? I know you were a lady and everything, but everyone thinks you’re dead, don’t they?”

Niall will come for me
.

“And it’s not so bad, kissing another girl down there. His lordship thinks it is, so you should pretend that you don’t really like it very much, alright?”

Feeling thoroughly dazed now, Alice nodded.

“And I’m good at it, too, so I’ll make you spend good and proper, and I’ll pretend to spend when you do me, if I have to. Bargain?”

Alice nodded again. Alana smiled. “Good. As long as his lordship spends quickly, he won’t whip us.” She seemed to remember something then. “But you’re going to have to make him spend in your mouth, aren’t you?”

Alice felt her eyes go wide in alarm. The thought of Lord Roderick Sperry’s cock in her mouth seemed to bring her heart into her throat.

“I know,” Alana said, brightening. “I’ll help. I did that once with another girl, and his lordship did most of the work with his own hand, and the seed shot out onto our faces. That was a little messy, but it wasn’t as hard as it is when he holds your head and pushes himself in to the back of your throat.”

Alice, despite her terrible apprehension, could only nod in a way that she hoped expressed gratitude, though truly her breast harbored a great deal more ambiguity than she wished to show her new friend.

* * *

It appeared that as the master’s special maid Alana had no morning duties. As the rest of the servants began the day, laying fires and feeding the guards and workers of the castle, Alana brought Alice, in a borrowed shift and wrapped in the blanket upon which she had slept, around to meet the other maids, the cooks, and finally the butler.

Meeting Mr. Herter was of course the strangest thing of all, for he was of course the supposed uncle of little Mary Herter. Thankfully, the butler said immediately, “Ah, you must be Mary. You do not remember me, nor I you, Mary, for your father left the village when I was yet a lad, and settled on the other side of the county.”

Alice bobbed a curtsey, actually grateful that she must not speak.

“You will be a good girl, Mary, I know,” said Mr. Herter meaningfully.

Alice curtsied again, and Mr. Herter passed on to other duties. At that moment Mrs. Grant came up and said, “Girls, it is nearly your time. Go to the library and remove your clothing, if you please.”

Then, as Alice turned to follow Alana, she felt Mrs. Grant’s hand upon her shoulder. She started, thinking the housekeeper would strike her, but instead she felt the woman’s warm breath upon her cheek from behind her. In a whisper so soft Alice could not be sure she truly heard it, Mrs. Grant said, “Courage, Lady Alice.”

Alice spun around, but Mrs. Grant had turned her own back and was walking away, calling loudly, “General correction in ten minutes. All girls naked in the servants’ hallway, and ready for punishment in the library.” Cries of alarm were heard throughout the castle as Mrs. Grant receded.

“What are they groaning about?” Alana said, behind Alice. “His lordship whips me practically every day, and these girls go months without a whipping. Come on, let’s get to the library.”

* * *

Alice and Alana helped one another off with their shifts, once they had reached the spacious library, where a whipping block fitted with leather straps had been placed in the center of the beautifully dressed stone floor. Ten feet from the block stood a throne-like padded chair, and before the chair lay a woolen rug. The enormous mantelpiece stood just behind the chair, so that as the girls knelt naked upon the rug, they did not feel the chill that seemed to permeate the castle otherwise.

Alice’s bottom ached from the caning of the night before, but to her dismay, as she clung tightly to the idea that Niall would come for her, that idea became confused with her imagination of what it would be like if, when he came for her, he made her do precisely what Lord Roderick would, it seemed, make her do. That, in turn, made her stomach flutter with a strange anticipation of what would now happen, when he entered and commanded Alana to begin teaching Alice the shameful lessons he had decreed for her. The ache of the welts, renewed as she sat back upon her heels on the left side of the chair in which Lord Roderick would sit while Alana knelt upon the right side, seemed then to become a warmth in her cunny that she could not seem to wish away no matter how she tried.

Courage, Lady Alice.
What did it mean? That moment, it seemed to make Alice’s trouble much worse, for it gave her hope that Niall might be on his way.

The door of the library opened with a bang, and the lord of Lormoran entered, wearing a red woolen dressing gown and a very satisfied expression.

“Good morning, girls,” he said cheerfully.

“Good morning, my lord,” Alana said. Alice did not know whether she might speak, so she tried to look submissive, her hands folded in her naked lap.
Courage.

“No greeting for me, little Mary?” Lord Roderick asked, but not as if angered. He seemed in a very good mood. Alice shuddered inwardly, knowing that that mood must grace him because he knew himself the master of every lewd delight he could imagine. Yes, Alice would like to try many of those same lewd delights—but with the man she honored and adored.
Courage.

Lord Roderick advanced further into the room, looking Alice up and down and smiling wickedly. “You may certainly say ‘good morning’ to me, little Mary. Especially since I shall soon be putting my cock in your mouth, after which you will not be able to speak for a while.”

Alice felt her blush return. “Good morning, my lord,” she whispered.

“There we are,” said the loathsome man. “We shall have such fun this morning, shall we not? Alana, my dear, what would you like to teach little Mary first? Perhaps you should show her how to greet a nobleman’s cock reverently?”

“Yes, my lord,” Alana said quietly.

“Come kneel before me then,” Lord Roderick said, assuming his regal seat upon the imposing chair in front of the fire. Alana crawled the little way over to him, so that she knelt just a few inches from her master’s knees. Despite herself, Alice felt a fascination at the scene; if she had courage, and that meant that Niall would rescue her, then surely someday soon she could kneel in front of him and greet his truly noble cock this way.

“Watch carefully now, little Mary,” the lord of Lormoran said, in an avuncular tone that seemed to betray a vile kind of self-satisfaction. “You may open my gown, Alana.”

Alana reached forward and took the knot of the gown’s belt in her hands. Slowly and carefully she untied it, and then she parted the gown so that Alice could see the man’s cock rising up from his lap, out of a thicket of dark hair. At last she saw clearly the thing with which he had fucked Joan the scullery maid in the park at Mowton—the same thing that Niall had under his kilt, that it made her weep to know she had never seen and might never see. She swallowed hard.
Courage.