Free Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy by Carolyn Faulkner

head away from the mass of stinging welts she could see being raised on her neighbor’s backside.
    She was entirely unprepared for the feeling of that whippy as it sizzled its way across her bottom, hitting both cheeks at the same time and leaving what she was quite sure was a line of pure fire on them both.   She tried to arch away from it, but found herself grinding her front against the wall.  There was nowhere to go to avoid any of the blows he decided to deliver.  And before she was even able to finish drawing her horrified breath at the first strok e, three more had been visted upon her that had her bursting forth with both tears an d an outraged, anguished scream, banging her hips against the wall in an effort to accomplish the impossible and pass right through it, away from the torment.
    Many more – strokes as well as screams – followed, such that she completely lost her voice from doing so long before Jurek even thought of stopping.  He knew that this little implement stung like hellfire, but also that – although it would leave bruises and big, painful welts, it would not damage her fine white skin in any permanent manner.
    Hopefully, however, it would permanently affect her memory, and her attitude.  But if not, there would always be time made for correction in this place - i f not by him for some reason, then by one of the matrons or Victor.  Indeed, the only people in this establishment who were not allowed to punish the young ladies who inhabited it were the young ladies themselves. 
    Jurek brought that cane down on her until his arm was tired, until her buttocks were a mass of t hin, angry red lines that criss- crossed down its length and even halfway down the tender, excruciatingly tender backs of her thighs.
    And then he put the cane away, dressed, and left the room, saying nothing more to her, leaving her right where she was, scarecrowed buck naked against the wall, her bottom stinging and throbbing fit to drive her insane.
     
     
    Cassie didn’t know how long he’d been gone, but she knew exactly what she was going to say when he came back.   And when he returned with a tray of food, she couldn’t blurt it out fast enough, stumbling and stuttering nervously, her tongue tripping over itself in order to get the information he wanted out as quickly as possible.
    “I – I d-don’t know wh-when my last . . . time w-was, but the m-month bef-fore was the fifteenth th-through the eighteenth.”
    Jurek didn’t acknowledge what she’d said in the least, but put the food to one side on an occasional table and took up right where he had left off, as if she hadn’t just answered her question , laying down another set of strokes over the fresh ones from a very short time ago.  In the middle of that, he became tired of hearing her screams and moans, and gagged her a gain, then finished her off by using not one but two of the vicious implements at the same time, giving her double the agony.
    After having put them both away in an ornate jar that looked like it had been designed to hold umbrellas, he s tood behind her, pressin g himself up against her blazing butt and rubbing himself against its searing heat.  He reached up and grabbed another hunk of hair, close to her scalp, arching her neck back painfully and whispering into her ear, “The next time I tell you to do something, you’re going to do it as soon as I ask you to, aren’t you?”
    Although it hurt her to do so, Cassie nonetheless nodded her head very vehemently in agreement.
    He let go of her head but didn’t make a move to free her.  Instead he s ank down on the bed and admired his handiwork as he ate a bit of breakfast and listened to her weep behind the gag.
    Eventually, after he had eaten what he wanted of the fare, he got up and removed her from the shackles to force her to kneel on the floor before him as he reclaimed his seat and fed her from his own hand .  Not too much, of course.  He believed that females who weren’t