Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy (10 page)

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 squealed loudly in protest, very quickly losing her voice as she felt him pushing – almost gently but inexorably – against her bottom hole, forcing it – as he had forced the rest of her – to yield to him, until he was inside her up to his first knuckle.

But, of course, that was nowhere near enough.

He didn’t stop until his entire finger was within her, and then he proceeded to crook it as much as he could as he twisted his hand around.  He wasn’t even thrusting, just twirling and bending his finger as he possessed her most shameful spot.

Cassie was bawling uncontrollably – not that he was hurting
her too badly,
although it was far from the most pleasant thing she had felt.  It was just . . . wrong . . . one of the worst violations of her person that she had experienced, and over the past month, she had experienced a lot of them.

Jurek removed his finer rather quickly, smiling to himself when he saw her heave a very premature sigh of relief, probably thinking it was all over.

He had made everything ready and leaned down to lift
one side of the ear muffs, saying, “
There’s more to come, my dear.  I suggest you try to relax, although I doubt you’ll be able to.  Will you ever learn to obey me the first time?  I am enjoying your punishments, of course, but they have to be a bit wearing on you . . .”

Straightening out again, he
picked up the hefty implement he intended on using on her, dipping just the broad tip of its marble tumescence into the lubrication, then pressing it to her
reluctant
bottom hole.

Cassie’s head came up as she realized the size of wh
at was being presented and where
, and began to scream again, but nothing came out.  She had exhausted that ability on the first step.

Jurek leaned over her and grabbed a hold of one of her shoulders, then began to cram that smooth, cold phallus into her bowels, not giving her even a second to try to adjust, not focusing on anything but his goal of filling her entirely with this very
long,
thick – especially for her
–
presence.

And fill her he did – to the very brim, as Cassie tried to wiggle and struggle and surge forward, which was what his hand on her shoulder stopped, dead in the water.  In fact, midway through this invasion, he used his leverage to force her to back onto it, as if she was a willing participant in her own anal rape.

When he had seated it well within her, he didn’t dawdle.  Instead he drew it all the way out, then plunged it back inside her again, this time claiming her insides in a matter of a few seconds, abruptly, painfully, brutally.

And he continued to rape her violently until he was sure
that she had learned her lesson, in the end turning her over onto her back while the horrible thing was still in her so that he could fuck her, his motions moving the invader in her behind to twitch and slide within her.

After that, Cassie was much, much more careful to do exactly what she was told, when she was told to do it.

Not that that stopped it from happening again, whenever he wanted it to, of course.

After a few weeks, though, he stopped offering her anything
to drink
but
milk that had not
been laced with anything.  And that was definitely worse, as far as Cassie was concerned, because now she had nothing on which to blame the fact that her body still craved his touch – good or bad, it seemed.  There were no more aphrodisiacs within her, but st
ill she went off like fireworks
no matter what degrading thing he had her doing – and sometimes, when she was awake at night, sleeping bound on the floor next to his bed, she forced herself to realize that the pain and the degradation were at least as exciting to her as when he – occasionally – forced her to climax just for his enjoyment.

That was it, though, she knew.  It was the force part that mad
e
every sensation a thousand times more powerful than it would have been if they had, say, simply met and become lovers. 

Cassie couldn’t believe how low she had sunk, and so quickly, too.  She cried as quietly as she could as her heart broke, not wanting him to hear her anguish.

It turned out that there was a reason why she was no longer offered any
alcohol
or anything that was laced with any kind of medication.

One morning, Jurek wo
ke her much earlier than usual, but not in the normal way, which was to slip him
self into her, bringing her awake
when she was halfway to cumming already.

But this time he reached down and
crushed each nipple with his thumbs against his index fingers, and although she was instantly awake, she wasn’t allowed to get up until he finished.

He was already dressed, and she wasn’t allowed to dress in anything other than her chains, so they were ready quickly.  No breakfast was eaten by him or offered to
her, which was strange and out of their ordinary routine.

He fastened a lead to her collar
, then
used it to pull her out of the room.  She couldn’t walk nearly as fast as he could, since the chains between her feet
, which were removable,
had deliberately been kept short, and not wanting to cause her to fall he moved behind her,
instead, using the end of the leather
leash on her behind frequently to encourage her to walk as fast as she could.

They went back into the other side of the building, where she hadn’t been since s
he was brought to him, and
turned into a room that looked somewhat like the examination room she had first been in, but it wasn’t as big.  There was a table there that she recognized – and didn’t want to – with the same type of strange things for her feet.

Jurek
motioned for her to get onto the table, and she did so, growing ever more nervous as the seconds passed.

The door opened, and the Count came in, smiling at Jurek but not acknowledging Cassie in the least, for which she was eternally
grateful -
although he did stare at her in a very unnerving man
ner
but it was her body or hair that he was looking at, never her eyes.

Then a strange man came into the room.  He was small and wiry and didn’t look at any of them at all, although he did execute a bit of a bow to the Count. 
Jurek jumped to get her into a better position as they conversed around her in a language she couldn’t understand, but that she might have guessed was German or Polish or Russian or something like that, but she soon became more preoccupied with what Jurek was doing to her than
worrying about what they might be saying about her.

She was strapped down to the table, her wrists in the familiar position above her head, her ankles spread wide apart and fitted into those strange metal cups and fastened there, so that she couldn’t remove them.

The stra
nge man took a seat between her splayed legs
as all of Cassie flushed violently hot, so much so that she thought she was going to faint.  She didn’t think she’d ever get used to
being so callously handled and looked upon as nothing more than an
object.  This man didn’
t make any move to talk to
her at all
or help her fell less embarrassed or nervous about what he was going to do
as he probed her inside and out, feeling her lower stomach and pressing two fingers up inside her with no lubricant at all, making her
moan slightly until she saw Jurek frowning furiously at her and she knew she had just chalked up yet another
painful punishment that would no doubt be delivered the moment they ended up back in his room.

But Cassie couldn’t worry about that now.  She was much more concerned
about how she was being handled
by this man, who kept shoving fingers inside her and pressing down on her lower stomach, rattling off things to Jurek and the Count about her that she couldn’t understand.

Something he said made them very happy, though, and Cassie didn’t think she wanted to know what it was, but after he had left, Jurek lifted her off the table rather than expecting her to get off it herself, a
nd carried her back to his room after enthusiastically shaking the Count’s hand.

“This is the best news,” he fairly crowed as he lay her down on his bed.  “You’re pregnant.  And so soon!  That’s very good!  I’ll be able to get a lot of suckers off you if you’re so easily caught.”

The news wasn’t good as far as Cassie was concerned.  She had prayed that she would be barren, but her monthlies were regular as clockwork, and she hadn’t had one since the time she had told him about the first day she had known h
im.

She didn’t want to be pregnant, and certainly didn’t want to be forced to give birth to a baby that was going to be taken from h
er as soon as it was born, but she had yet to see a way to escape
.
  She was constantly bound and often watched, or both at the same time.  There was just no clear cut opportunity.

There was one good thing about her condition, though.  It hadn’t just been his elation that had kept Jurek from punishing her for her audacity at groaning as a man she didn’t know stuck his big fingers up her.  For the next three months, he barely touched he
r, except to help her on and off the bed.  He even bathed her himself, having a big brass tub brought into his room as he did for his own baths instead of
the usual method of
letting the matrons scrap the skin of her till she was raw.

She
was barely allowed to stand on her own, an
d spent most of her time in bed, not even bound, usually, although she had noticed that there were always now two guards outside the door, so she couldn’t have gotten far anyway.
  She was given her own trays of food, which seemed to be of even better quality than what Jure
k had so graciously allowed her, and was even given English books to read to pass the time.

Unfortunately, Jurek and the Count were trying to be so cautious with her pregnancy that she had to see the doctor almost every day, which meant letting another boor of a man paw around between her legs what seemed like every five seconds. At least when Jurek had fucked her, he had often brought her to ecstasy, too.  Granted, he was only doing it because he knew she hated it, but still.  At least it was something – an acknowledgement of her presence.  Their “doctor” – if he even was one –
was quite perfunctory and very sausage fingered, at that, prying her rudely open each time without ever even the ni
cety of something to aid his entry
.