Free Merlin’s Song by Samantha Winston Page B

attractive man. Not
handsome, but not horrible. She could close her eyes and think of Merlin… She
stomped her foot. No, she could not think of him! She’d taken the antidote and
she was now over him. No one would ever treat her so degradingly again. No one.
He’d tied her up, spanked her and… Why did her knees get weak and her pussy
start to swell at the thought? She took a shaky breath.
    “Lady Kyla, it is time.” Lord Fontaine clapped his hands and
four servants came in. They were brawny men.
    Kyla was wearing a diaphanous dressing gown and nothing
else. “Oh, but I’m not dressed. Call my maids, would you?”
    The men advanced on her, and before she realized what was
happening, they tore her robe off and tied her hands behind her back. Another
man put a gag in her mouth. She struggled, and had the satisfaction of
connecting a few good kicks before they dragged her from the room and tied her
to a palanquin. Lord Fontaine grinned at her before he pulled the curtains shut
and said, “I like a woman with a little fight in her. I look forward to beating
it out of you.”
    Kyla gasped. The threat didn’t excite her at all, it chilled
her blood. How could she have loved it when Merlin spanked her and feel so ill
at the thought of Lord Fontaine hitting her? She struggled but to no avail. The
ropes were too tight.
    Then the palanquin was lifted and carried outside. She could
feel the air grow cooler. It must be night now. When the curtains were parted
again she came out fighting, but again, the men were just too strong.
    They had to drag her kicking and fighting from the
palanquin. She managed to get in a few good kicks, but they overcame her in the
end and hauled her to a stone table. She barely had time to register that there
were hundreds of people in the garden before a creepy man in dark red robes
approached her. Some party!
    Then Lord Fontaine rang a bell and announced, “Behold our
eminent doctor, Sir Giles. He will tell us if the concubine is fit to bear my
children.”
    Kyla struggled some more but she was held tightly by ropes
digging into her wrists and ankles. The doctor stroked and kneaded her breasts,
pinched her nipples and then prodded her stomach.
    Kyla wished she were loose. She’d knock him over. Then he
slid his finger into her vagina and prodded some more. In front of everyone! It
was like one of those nightmares you have, the ones where you’re naked in front
of strangers. Only this was real. She was mortified.
    The doctor straightened and announced solemnly, “She is
already pregnant!”
    A murmur swept over the crowd. Lord Fontaine turned purple. “Already?
But I haven’t slept with the wench! I don’t want to rear some other man’s
child!”
    His wife whirled upon him and cried, “What? You expect me to
rear another woman’s child but you don’t want to rear one that’s not yours?”
    “No, I don’t,” he snarled.
    “That’s not fair!” Lady Fontaine stomped her foot.
    “It has nothing to do with fair!” Lord Fontaine trumpeted
back. His voice rose. “It has to do with pride.”
    “Pride?” His wife’s voice rose even higher. “What about
repopulating our dismal island? What about having a family?” She burst into
tears and stormed away. But halfway to the manor she turned around and shouted,
“As soon as the queen lets offlanders onto the island, I’m taking a lover and I’m
going to adopt all the children orphaned by that horrible Mouse King. It’s not
your money, it’s mine!” Her chin lifted high, she swept into the house. If Kyla
could have, she would have applauded.
    * * * * *
    Merlin had just started toward the stables when a huge
fanfare of trumpets sounded. He clapped his hands over his ears. What was it
with the Southern Isles and loud noise? They seemed to revel in revelry—and the
more earsplitting, the better.
    Then Lord Fontaine arrived, dressed in a foppish coat of
scarlet and pink trimmed with pearls and diamonds. He rang a silver bell and
everyone