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myself, I will tear them off. You’ll receive twice the chastisement for causing me such trouble.” Grasping her hair in his fist, he pulled her to her feet.
    Bewildered, Charlotte stared about her to the impassive crowd of witnesses, seeing how they wore their nakedness with ease. Seeing no way out of this horror, she began to undo the ties that held her dress in place. Tears streamed down her face as she let it fall to her feet.
    Caius stared at each deliberate move, as though his eyes instructed her to continue. Her chemise followed her dress, and with the last of her undergarments removed she hunched her shoulders together to cover her breasts while leaving her chastity belt to conceal her lower regions.
    “Stand for inspection,” he ordered.
    Her eyes screamed with fear and she didn’t move.
    “Hands behind your neck, your shoulders back.”
    What exposure! Her embarrassment leapt ten-fold as she struggled to comply. Charlotte stared down to see her pink nipples swell, forming tight wrinkled knots in the centers of her breasts. Her chest heaved, her whole bosom swaying erotically. Even in her fear, she was a breathtaking picture of female loveliness. Only the chastity belt marred the view of her beauteous physical assets, and yet, in a curious way, her guarded loins seemed to enhance the mystery of this virgin’s promise. Just as well, she’d been so captured, Caius thought. Some thief in the night would come and steal away Mountbane’s prize were she not so surely shielded from assault.
    Caius stalked her, naked torso gleaming, eyes molten, lust breeding in his loins, swelling the pouch at his crotch as his erection responded to her womanly grace and his own power to contain this fractious female beast. She was his prey, the spoils of his war with life, the recompense Mountbane owed him for his faithful service.
    Dangling from his hand, the long talons of a flogger jolted the frightened wife of Mountbane as her eyes took note of their meaning.
    “Oh, sir! Please don’t whip me.”
    “Would that I could lay this as heartily on your loins as I will the rest of you.”
    “Oh, please, sir, what have I done!”
    “Hush, slave!”
    Her mouth snapped shut, Charlotte left with just her pleading eyes to sway this savage man.
    “Loria, the manacles.”
    “Ah, sir, noooo,” Charlotte struggled with the brown-skinned woman whose hands pulled at her wrists to bind them.
    The flogger snapped against her back when she fought too much, “Stand still!” Caius boomed.
    With her hands wrapped in leather, her arms were lifted high above her, joined to a joist in the ceiling, where a complicated apparatus of chains, ropes and bolts of iron loomed ominously.
    “Keep your peace or I’ll gag you!” the man proclaimed.
    Caius roamed about her, tickling, jostling and flogging her shoulder, thighs, ass and belly with his whip. It appeared torturous. But if this act was to punish her, it was almost self-defeating. Charlotte’s body seemed to swoon with an unbidden passion arising as the striking leather thongs held her at the edge of pain and perfect pleasure—neither state complete, both seducing her with the promise of more; but not delivering on that promise, she was left restlessly aroused.
    As often as she screamed in pain when one daunting strike would rip at her ass and thighs, she would moan as the instrument caressed her lightly across the belly and breasts—as though Caius might be loving her through this horrifying ordeal.
    Ah! She groaned to herself, if only he would rip aside the awful barrier locked tightly over her most sacred region and let loose his fire in full force. Her empty cunt clutched for something more than this cunning tease. What thoughts! What inspiration now! What was happening to her sense of decency? What was altering in the order of this world that she should feel such things while in the midst of this mortal terror, this very threat to her body and soul? What was this? Peace? Contentment?