passionate need. The two new men took me, arousing me still further, and when Big Red, his breath gasping from lust, grabbed me to him, ramming his insatiable cock deep into me, I did the most shameful thing I have ever done. This vile, ugly, filthy pervert had put me through every conceivable agony and humiliation; he had treated me as less than an animal; abused, ridiculed and disgraced me. And yet, when I felt his hard, throbbing penis enter my vagina, I whimpered in passion and threw my legs around his back, holding him tightly to me. My own passion increased his even further, and he pounded me hard, squeezing my breasts and biting my neck. I could feel the fire sear through my legs and belly, and cried loud in hateful ecstasy as my body jerked in the clutch of violent orgasm.
“When the monster stood up, he remained beside the bed for a moment, looking down at me with a new expression in his eyes. He looked at me then as something human, but as a human who is totally owned; an utter slave.
“The others wanted to use me, too, but their leader, as it seemed the ginger-haired giant was, insisted that they leave. The girl was instructed to guard me, and as she was almost as big as Red, there was little chance that I would overpower her and get away.
“I lay on the bed for over an hour, pretending to be asleep, but thinking frantically of how to get out and reach freedom. I knew that even if they let me live, much more of what I had already endured would drive me insane.”
The remainder of Lady Cassen's tale was brief and confused.
The retarded Mavis had great physical strength, but her mind was decidedly weak. Marion had played on her obvious attachment for her, and had persuaded her that they should run away. She explained that if they remained where they were, the men would not allow her to spend much time with her, Mavis, whereas if they could get away they could spend all their time alone together. As an added inducement, she offered her her clothes. What little money and jewelry she had had with her had been taken by the thief who had abducted her, but her clothing was lying in a heap in the corner, forgotten for the moment. It was hardly lavish by court standards, certainly, but to the poor idiot girl it was undreamed-of finery. That it was much too small, tearing in places as she squeezed her big frame into it, bothered her not at all. She felt sure that she looked a great and beautiful lady, and with a grand gesture, offered Marion her own rags in return.
By some devious means, she persuaded an acquaintance to drive them out of London in a closed hack. Marion told her that she knew of an isolated house in the country where they could stay, and directed her to drive in the direction of what was, indeed, her home.
They stopped at an inn outside the city, and Marion asked the girl to go inside and get them something to eat. It didn't take much coaxing, as Mavis was only too eager to display her new clothes.
As soon as she was out of the hack and safely inside the inn, Marion sneaked out the other side and ran, literally, for her life.
Keeping to the fields, she walked and ran, arriving at the house in the half-dead condition in which Sir David found her.
At the end of her story, Sir David's mind was a morass of confused emotion. He knew how almost impossible it would be to avenge the hell his wife had endured, but he swore that the fiend she called Big Red would die by his hand, if he had to search for him for twenty years. That the search must be a secret one made things all the more difficult, but he knew that eventually he would find him because he roust, and that when he did he would kill him, preferably in as painful a manner as possible.
Saying nothing about his intentions to his wife, he turned to look at her. She had used words the meaning of which she would not even have known, three days ago. She had recited the details of her ordeal in a flat, unemotional tone, as one might discuss the weekly household budget. She was sitting now with her eyes closed, half-sprawled on the couch, her lips parted, her breath causing her bosom to lift and fall quickly.
Sir David watched her for a moment, then moved closer to her.
CHAPTER EIGHT
“You liked it.”
Marion said nothing, but as she shook her head, her face colored.
Although he was filled with rage and pity and a fierce need for vengeance, the things he had heard had caused his loins to fill with a great carnal urge, and his penis pressed tightly against his pant leg, erect and hungry.
He reached for his wife. There was no need to lift her skirt; the ragged condition of the garment left her readily accessible and slipping his hand through a long tear, he dipped his fingers in the pool that collected between her legs.
“Don't lie to me. You're dripping wet.” He toyed with her hot, stiffened clitoris and felt her press down on his hand as his fingers slid into the opening of her vagina. She moaned softly. “Tell me you liked it; that you even liked being buggered by the ape-perhaps that best of all. Or was it the woman you liked best? rubbing your mouth against her slimy hole; feeling her coming in your throat? I understand, my love; I'm not angry, only you must tell me.” He pushed his fingers deeper into her, making her gasp. “You liked it.”
He was breathing hard, his cock hot to get inside his woman. Marion reached out for him, holding him to her as he continued to work his ringers in and out of the wet, pink walls of her sex.
“Yes,” she whispered so low that he could hardly hear. “Yes, I hated it, hated it, hated every moment, but it made me flow with passion.”
Sir David pushed her down against the couch, undoing his pants as he did so.
“And you want it again now, don't you?” he said. “Well, here it is.” He stabbed his throbbing organ into her writhing, twisting body, and his thighs tightened convulsively as he felt the almost scalding heat of her tight cunt pulling on him.
“You're mine, woman; my slave. You'll not be neglected. If you want a woman to suck, I'll get you one. Yes, that would excite me, seeing you licking out a woman's cunt, after I had used her.” Sir David could no longer control his lust, and he drove into her faster and faster, feeling her arch high to meet him.
“I love you. Oh God, I love you, David. Take me! Take me! I'm yours. Oh, David, fill me with your juice!”
She clutched his buttocks, digging in her nails, and Sir David felt his fluid pouring into her. She screamed so loudly he was afraid the servants would hear, then lay still beneath him, a soft smile on her face.
He got up, rearranging his clothes. Totally exhausted, Marion had fallen asleep. He lifted her in his arms, tenderness flooding in after the release of his passion, and carried her to their bedroom.
She continued to sleep while he undressed and washed her, and as he pulled the sheet over her he swore anew that Big Red would pay. He knew how deeply she had been marked, mentally more than physically, and although he was confident that his love and care could to do much to restore her, he hated unstintingly the man who had inflicted these scars upon her. This woman was his, for his use and pleasure only, and the giant beggar would learn that no one violated Sir Cassen's property. He would pay, and pay heavily.
Sir David undressed and got into bed beside his wife. She started as she felt his body touch her, but relaxed at the soothing sound of his voice. He cradled her in his arms and she fell back to sleep, snuggled against her man's chest.
By some miracle she had been rescued from a living hell and the balm of safety, the warmth and familiarity of the body beside her, had already started to wipe out the nightmare. It no longer seemed real; no longer seemed even to matter.
Sir David lay awake long into the night, holding the sleeping woman. It mattered to him; it would always matter. Only hot, red blood could wash this crime away.
CHAPTER NINE
