Captured by the Count: An Abduction and Breeding Fantasy Read Online Free Page B

entirely impractical and garish dress, which he had burned quite thoroughly in the fireplace of the f irst lodgings they had occupied
    She tried to yell at them to stop, but her tongue wasn’t working at all well yet, so instead she began to struggle against them with all her might .  Her uncoordinated movements had absolutely no effect, except that she had caused both of them to need to hold her, at least until one of the ladies leaned over and pulled a cord that hun g near the wall, and seconds later two behemoths took the place of the women who had been subduing her , allowing the two females to devote themselves more fully to rendering her naked, which she was appalled to realize took only a few very short seconds.
    All too soon she was barely on her tip toes, held so high up due to the sheer height of her captors that her toes only now and then grazed the uninvitingly cold, rough wood floor.  She was blushing so hard she thought she was g oing to faint from it, exposed so vulgarly in front of everyone, even Sissy.
    Once her eyes descended on the only familiar face in the room, she found her tongue.  “Help me, Sissy!  Get me out of here!  I need to go home, and Papa would want you to take me.   I’m sure he’ll give you money for your bravery.   Save me!  H ee e lllll lp me eeee !”  Her last two words were long and drawn out and became more so as she realized that the person she had thought was going to be her savior hadn’t reacted in any way to her pleas, remaining, instead, stoic and silent in the corner of the room.
    Sissy stared at her former mistress with haunted but almost lifeless eyes, recounting in her mind every slight that had been heaped on her from the moment she was born to the last open palmed slap she had received from Cassie that night – that seemed so long ago – when her efforts at styling her hair hadn’t been quite up to snuff, as well as the innumerable tim es it had happened before , in much the same way .  If she didn’t receive a rounding crack across the face, it was a session over the lap of a girl who was younger than she was, nude just like Cassie was now, getting her fanny tanned with a doubled up length of the family’s favorite implement.
    Only when she ’d run through all of the insults to dignity that the Winthrops had doled out to her over the years did she move towards the woman who had had such iron clad control of whether her life was going to be at least somewhat bearable or out and out torture , day in and day out for the past twelve years.  And there had hardly been a day she could remember – perhaps only Christmas Day itself – when she hadn’t been subject to some form of physical punishment.
    So when she stood in front of Cassie, lips tight and jaw set, she drew back her arm and cracked the younger woman across the face, as hard as she could.   And Sissy had been eating much better lately, so she had more strength than she normally would have, making Cassie’ s head snap back until the guards shook her a bit, forcing her to face the person she had dominated for so long.
    But Sissy had already turned and was heading for the door.  That’s when Cassie found hers elf entirely unable to stop begging her to come back. 
    “Come back!  You have to help me!  Sissy, please!” she pleaded, sobbing and just letting herself hang by her arms between the two men.
    Sissy never so much as flinched or paused or hesitated in the least as she reached for the door knob and began to turn it.
    “Sissy!  NOOOO!  YOU CAN’T LEAVE ME!”
    But apparently she could , quite easily, as the door closed with a deafeningly final click.
    Cassie struggled mightily in hopes of following her , of course, but to no avail.
    Victor came to stand in front of her, right where Cassie had been, tipping her chin up as he had Sissy’s.  “You will do well to conserve your strength.  And the sooner you come to terms wit h the fact that the life you le d up to this point is