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Aye, no! But life, raining down on her, filling her so sweetly and so vilely. The world had gone awry.
    Charlotte closed her eyes, trying to absorb the nature of this new knowledge. But there was no answer to her constant questions. It was beyond reason, in the realm of mystery where the secrets of the universe were never revealed.
    At one point, her body seemed to scream, to open wide as the flogger descended with an unexpected fury down her back side from her shoulders to her knees. No pleasure here, she still ached for more and wondered why.
    Her body screamed again and suddenly the flogging stopped.
    When, at last, she opened her eyelids on the cruel and silent dungeon, she expected to see Caius with his feral darkness looming over her. Instead, she gazed on Mountbane standing before her with a dispassionate expression—one that only deepened her abject humiliation.
    “Are you with me, or have I lost you already?” he quipped lightheartedly
    Her heart poured out her grief, but she said nothing. She had no words now.
    “Your silence speaks,” he said. Striding forward, she recognized the key to her chastity belt. With one simple turn of the lock, she was free of it, more vulnerable and more wanting now than what she imagined she could be.
    Her husband’s hand was at her recklessly speaking snatch. “This, wife, is the truth about you,” he declared while running his fingers through her shadowy cleft. Her groin lunged for him shamelessly. “Even now, you cannot refrain,” he only faintly snickered. Mockery was unnecessary when her body spoke so plainly. “Lust boils from this hungering belly. I will show you that a hundred times over. Today has just barely plumbed your depths.” The fiery pleasure shooting through her body came with ruthless spasms, one riding high atop the one before until she was shuddering uncontrollably while she wept tears. “How easy you are, slave.” Mountbane turned to Caius, “My whip.”
    This implement was not the miraculous flogger with both bite and seduction in its leather talons, but a mean tool of punishment.
    “Your defiance will cost you bitterly. You will greet each day wondering what terror will be meted out. I have so many, I would be glad to try each one on you before you quit my dungeon. But for now, you’ll have the whip—the real one, the one that will bite your flesh and leave marks that will not heal for days. See if your body hungers now.”
    He stood back from her and strode to her bare backside, finally laying his whip in cutting snaps against her flushed skin. Sweat and body oil made the brisk strikes singe the surface, and Charlotte began to scream as the pain supplanted all thoughts of her previous pleasure. Again, again and again the braided cord unfurled across her undulating loveliness, wrapping at her sides where it cut unmercifully, striking her ass and back straight on. Then, when Mountbane moved to face her one last time, he ripped at her belly, breasts and exposed virginity leaving daring stripes of red.
    Mountbane done, she slumped exhaustedly. With her feet failing to support her, she almost hung by her wrists in misery.
    “Bring her to her knees,” he ordered his company.
    Loria obeyed the command having her master’s newest slave kneeling at Mountbane’s feet. She backed away as Charlotte looked upwards.
    “And what do you say to surrender now, my miserable wife?” he asked.
    It took some time for her to draw the words from inside a confused brain and bring them forward into her dry mouth, where they finally spit with venom from her lips, “I shall not surrender to you now or ever. You are a vile and evil man! I’d rather endure this dungeon a hundred years than spend one as your wife!”
    Mountbane smiled, sighing, then turned away—not at all disturbed by Charlotte’s scathing retort. “This is how she treats my gifts?” he bantered to no one special as he haughtily circled the room. He seemed to devise new schemes as the next few