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

breeding needed to be kept hungry so they would be that much more interested in becoming pregnant.  Breeding females – at least those such as Cassie - were fed very generously of the highest quality food money could buy, and she – with her crowning glory of hair – would be the most cosseted among them, if you could call it that.   Even the lowly born ones were fed much better once they were pregnant – worlds better than they would have eaten on their own or at home.
    This set the pattern to Cassie’s life.  She was rarely ever alone.  Jurek was nearly always with her, and if he couldn’t be, then either the matrons or, on rarer occasions, the Count, would come to babysit her.  Why they thought she needed looking after when Jurek always left her bound to the bed , she never knew, but there was always a watchful pair of eyes on her even when she was entirely helpless.
    She ate and drank only that wh ich he gave her, and never at table.  All of those fine manners her Mother had tried to drill into her went entirely to waist.  Nothing had ever been mentioned to her about what the etiquette of eating at a man’s feet was.  And although she always had lofty ideals of refusing sustenance, it never lasted any longer than seei ng him offer her a bit off food because she was kept constantly hungry.   She was never dressed any more, either, unless one considered the collar, cuffs and chains that Jurek had had the smithy weld onto each of her wrists and ankles in a manner th at seemed to be quite permanent, even the collar itself would take another smithy to remove.
    As he had to discipline her quite a bit, Jurek had decided that she needed a more permanent reminder of her new station in life, and now, every time she moved in any way at all, her chains – which were solidly built but somehow also rather delicate – tinkled, screamin g with every aborted movement to block a blow or bucking of her hips in the wild clutches of an untamed reaction to his constant rubbing betwe en her legs, her status was tol l ed by the restraints she was forced to wear.
    Her day was full of almost nothing but sex.  Jurek was absolutely insatiable, and he often plied her with whatever it was that was secreted in the drinks, forcing her to overcome her natural reticence about what was being done to h er and what she was having to do to him , not allowing her to hide her responses behind a puritanical face but throwing her into her own sensuality whenever he desired her, taking everything she had every time, crowing to her about how wonderfully she responded to him, rubbing her face in it and enjoying every second of both her ultimate pleasure and the agonizing pain he dema nded from her and got, in nearly equal portions.
    He had absolutely no conscience about when he slid into her – day, night, morning, afternoon – it was all the same to him, and thus he didn’t want to hear a word from her in protest , a bout anything he did to her .
    One time, as a punishment of a different kind when she had been slow in complying with an edict of his for whatever reason, he tied her to the bed, over several pillows, and opened the top drawer of his nightstand, reaching in to pull out a few things that she couldn’ t see, because he had gagged her as well as blindfol d ing her and put muffs over her ears, so that she couldn’ t see, hear or say anything.
    He wanted this to be one rude surprise, and one hard lesson.
    Her position was different from the usual – if he was going to take her from behind, he usually had her on all fours for that.  This time, her knees were bent and also lashed to the bed, so that she was kind of squatting face down, her quim upturned, open and vulnerable to anything.
    But that wasn’t what he was after, she soon found out.  Her legs were so spread apart that her bottom cheeks were also well parted, and that was where she felt his finger, with a bit of oil on it, pressing against that very tight sphincter.
    Cassie