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My welts still hadn’t healed up. She came in and I stuffed my nightshift into mouth to bite into so I wouldn’t cry out as she laced me. I put the dress on and observed myself in front of the mirror. It looked a little similar to the turquoise dress I wore at the costume party, but the collar was a little lower, so low it looked as though my breasts would spill out. It was a pale peach pink dress with long fluttering sleeves that went to my elbows, with lacy trim around the collar and hem. The waist began just below my breasts. The dress made me wish they weren’t so big. Why would anyone buy something like this for their daughter even if it was to attract a man? I left my hair down but I felt like crying, mostly because I didn’t want to go downstairs and also because I couldn’t wear my pearls with the dress. \n“Hurry up!” Miss Bailie hissed. \nI made my way downstairs, slowly, holding my dress up a little so I wouldn’t trip. Miss Bailie pushed me into the living room. Mammy was sitting with another hyena, a male spotted hyena in a gray suit. \n“About time, what were you doing?” she demanded. \nShe didn’t give me time to answer. \n“This is David, Mr. David Carey,” she said, gesturing toward the male, “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.” \n“Mammy please don’t leave me-” I began but she had already left. \nDavid was twirling his thumbs, then he stood up and held out his hand to me. \n“You must be Camille?” he smiled. \nI politely extended my hand to him and he kissed it. He was handsome but he looked too much like Josh. I think they were also the same age. I didn’t like it. \n“I am Camile,” I said, nodding. \nI sat down and he sat down next to me. \n“What brings you here?” I asked him. \nHe answered me after a couple of minutes. He’d been staring at my breasts. \n[i]Thank you, Mammy.[/i] I thought to myself. \n“Your father is a friend of my father’s,” David replied, and then continued, “He said it was funny they knew each other for so long but that you and I had never met.” \n“Quite,” I said.\nI don’t think he cared that I was not being sincere. \nI smoothed my dress then said, “The garden looks lovely in the daytime, with all the colors. It looks like a painting.” \nDavid just smiled and nodded. \n“We get all sorts of visitors, hummingbirds, bees… In the garden I mean,” I said. \nI don’t think he cared. He didn’t care. He was too busy staring at my breasts. The whole time we spoke he stared at my breasts. He was just like Josh. \n[i]Disgusting bastard.[/i] I frowned. \n\nHis table manners were fine. He knew how to use a knife and fork, and he knew the purpose of a napkin. \n“It’s a damn shame about the Russian royal family,” Daddy said. \n“They say the two youngest daughters escaped alive,” Mammy said. \n“A lot of things are said,” Daddy said. \nMiss Bailie cleared her throat. \n“Mr. Carey, what do you do?” she asked. \n“I help father down at his stable. He breeds the fastest thoroughbreds,” David said, as if horses were the greatest thing in the world. \nMammy, Daddy and Miss Bailie and Josh, and his friends, seemed to think so too. That or they were just trying to be nice. \n“Fascinating,” I muttered, into my glass. \nMammy looked at me out of the corner of her eye, as if to say, “That means he’s rich so you can stay home all day.” \n“Camille loves horses,” Mammy said. “We used to travel up North to her Aunt Cordelia’s, before she moved to France for her health. She had a small farm. Camille took lessons from her.” \nI do love horses, but I was not as fond of riding. I used to be, and then I fell. I was jumping and after the third time, I slipped and fell from the horse. The only consolation was that the ground was soft and I was not seriously hurt. \n“You can ride all you want at my father’s stables,” David told me. \nI smiled out of politeness, but I really wished he would just leave. But Mammy and Daddy liked him too much. Josh liked him too and that worried me. Since he wouldn’t leave, I decided to. I went to the Maple Room - men were not allowed inside - and closed the door. I sat in one of the chairs and put my face in my hands. I knew why Mammy brought David. She was trying to keep me from seeing Mr. Bridshaw. \n[i]TAP! TAP! [/i]\nI looked up. Will was standing outside the window waving at me. I crossed the room and opened the window. \n“What are you doing here? Couldn’t you have used the front door?” I asked. \n“I could have but I wanted to avoid Miss Bailie,” he said. \nHe looked around then asked, “Can I come in?” \n“No, not today,” I said. \nI gathered my skirts and climbed onto the sill, then lowered myself down. \n“I can’t stand to be in there,” I said. \nI turned and closed the window, then pulled Will away from the light towards the maze. In the dark of the night, I thought no one would be able to see us. \n“She wants to send me away,” I said. \n“Who?” Will asked. \n“My mother, she’s going to marry me off to someone I barely know,” I said. \n“Come back to Atwell Abbey,\" Will said. \"Come to stay with me and Mr. Bridshaw, we’ll take care of you.\"\n“They’ll find a way to take me back,” I said. \nWill opened his mouth to speak but suddenly he was on the ground. Josh pulled him up by his collar. \n“Trying to give her more ideas?” he said, raising his hand. \nHis fist collided with Will’s face. Then another figure appeared and hit Will in the back, then someone else knocked him to the ground. The three males stood over him, kicking him repeatedly. \n“Stop it!” I cried. \nWill’s nose was bleeding. \n“Stop it! You’ll kill him!” I screamed. \nI rushed forward but someone pulled me back. It was David. \n“You’ll kill him!” I shouted. \nI tried to push David back but he held me tight. He turned me around to face him. \n“Go back inside,” he said. \n“No,” I said. \n“Go back inside,” David repeated. \n“I won’t, they’re hurting him!” I said. \nI managed to free myself from his grip, then David raised his hand and smacked me across the face. The hit caused me to stumble and fall to the ground. \n“Get back inside!” he shouted at me. \nI held my cheek. I tried to speak but it seemed as though my lips were fused together. My eyes watered, stinging a little, and then I turned and ran toward the house. \n[i]Go back![/i] One side of my mind screamed. \n[i]Go inside![/i] The other side said. \nI rushed inside. Mammy was still sitting with Miss Bailie and Daddy in the dining room. \n“They’re killing him!” I cried. \nThey didn’t say anything, they just stared at me. \n“They’re going to kill him!” I shouted. \nThey just kept staring at me. \n“What kind of people are you?” I screamed, and then rushed from the room. I slammed my door shut and ran to my window. \nI could see the faint figures of Josh and his friends still beating Will. \n“Sit down,” a voice said. \nIt was Daddy. I shook my head. \n“Sit down,” he said more firmly. \nI refused, and he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to my bed. He shoved me down. \n“You will forget about this Mr. Bridshaw and behave like a lady,” Daddy shouted at me. \n“No,” I said, my eyes welling with tears. \n“You will!” Daddy roared, his face close to mine. \nHe straightened up. \n“You’re going to marry David, perhaps he can make an obedient girl of you,” Daddy said. \n“I won’t, he’s awful. He hit me,” I said. \n“Well it’s about time someone did. You’ll forget that man even if someone has to beat him out of you,” Daddy said. \nHe cast one more furious look at me and then left. I grabbed my pillow, screamed into it, and then collapsed onto my bed.\n\nThe next morning I visited Daddy in his study. He was looking over some papers and swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand. He looked up as I came in. \n“Yes?” he said, his tone sounding annoyed. \nI was silent for a bit, then I walked up to him and bent forward to kiss him on the cheek. \n“I’m sorry Daddy,” I said. \nHe nodded, more like he just raised his head and grunted, and said, “Good girl.” \nThen he waved me away. I wasn’t really sorry, and I think he knew. At that moment I turned around to face Daddy again. \n“Yes?” he said again. \n“Why do you hate me?” I asked. \nDaddy blinked. A hushed silence fell over the room. \n“Why do you hate me?” I asked him again. \n“I don’t hate you,” Daddy said. \n“You do! Would you love me if I was a boy?” I said. \nAgain there was a silence. Daddy opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him and shouted, “You are so horrible to me! You, Mammy and Nanny! You are all so horrible to me and I don’t know why!”\n“We merely have your best interests at heart,” Daddy said. \n“[i]Best?[/i] You treat me like I am the scum of the earth! What did I do? I don’t understand why you treat me so horribly!” I shouted at him. \nHe opened his mouth again but I cut him off, “You rarely let me walk beyond the walls of this house! Are you ashamed of me? Why?”\nI blinked and took a deep breath. Tears were welling in my eyes and I didn’t want to cry in front of Daddy. Not like this, but the tears came anyway. \n“I can’t see anyone I want!” I choked, wiping my eyes with my hands. \n“That is not true, I let you see Mr. Bridshaw,” Daddy said, \n“Once, only once! I had to drug you the second time so you would say ‘yes’. I have two friends I can trust in this god forsaken world and you strive to take them from me! You may have very well killed one of them! I begged you to help him but you did nothing!” I screamed. \n“Camille, calm yourself,” Daddy said. \n“I will not, you are [i]all[/i] horrible!” I shouted at him, and then I turned on my heel and left. \nI passed Miss Bailie on my way out and stopped to speak to her. \n“Where is Will? I want to see him,” I said to her. \n“You can’t see him,” Miss Bailie said. \n“I want to see him,” I said. \nI clenched my fists. \n“Let me see him or I shall hit you,” I said. \nMiss Bailie looked as though she would faint, then she said, “He is in the garden shed.” \n\nThey had chained Will, his wrists and ankles bound, and left him in a corner. I knelt in front of him. He lifted his head. \n“You’ve been crying,” he said. \n“It’s nothing,” I said. \nHe looked awful. His fur was matted with dried blood. He had a black eye, his muzzle was bruised and his lip was cut. He probably had more injuries but I couldn’t see. They didn’t seem serious because he didn’t look to be in pain, but if he was he wouldn’t show it. \n“Are you alright?” I asked, then I felt stupid. \n“Could be better,” Will replied. \nHe made a face. Probably bruises from when Josh and his friends kicked him. \n“I’m so sorry,” I said. “I should have done more to stop them. I shouldn't have run like a coward.” \n“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Will said. \nI wiped a falling tear from my cheek. \n“When I saw him hit you… I had never felt anger before but I wanted to hurt him more than he’d hurt you,” Will said.\nI put a hand to my cheek. David had hit me in the same place Josh had hit me. My previous bruise had healed. Thankfully I didn’t have a new one, but my muzzle was still sore. Will flexed his fingers. \n“I’m not bleeding anymore,” Will said, smiling. \n“I’ll write to Mr. Bridshaw,” I said. \n“No, it’s not so bad here,” Will said. “It just needs a little work” \n I think he was trying to be funny. \n“You are in a shed, it’s dirty and drafty,” I said. \n“You should go back inside,” Will said. \n“I will go back inside,” I said. “I will go back inside to write a letter to Mr. Bridshaw and tell the maids to bring you inside.” \nI touched Will’s face gently, he leaned into my hand a little, and then pushed myself up. Outside I pulled Miss Bailie aside and said, “Let him out, give him a bath, wash his clothes and feed him. Put him upstairs in the guest room.” \n“Certainly not!” Miss Bailie hissed. \n“Do as I say or you’ll be in for a very rude awakening come the morning,” I warned her. \n“Your father is not going to like this,” Miss Bailie said. \n“Well that’s too bad,” I replied. \n“Your mother said to tell you that Mr. Carey will be coming for tea again and later he will be staying for dinner,” Miss Bailie called after me. \n“Shit!” I hissed. \n\nI barricaded myself in my room, hovering over a blank piece of paper. I tapped my pen against my ear. I wasn’t sure of what to say. I put my pen to the paper and scribbled, \n\n[i]Dear Mr. Bridshaw, \nPlease don’t be alarmed, Will is here with us. If a bit bruised, he is still very much alive and eating. He misses you. \n\nSincerely yours, \nCamille [/i]\n\n\n[i]KNOCK! KNOCK! [/i]\n“Who’s there?” I asked. \n“Open up Camille,” Miss Bailie’s voice said. \nI opened the door. \n“David sent you this,” Miss Bailie said, holding up a little jeweled box tied with a white ribbon. \n“What is it?” I asked. \n“Open it and find out,” Miss Bailie said, thrusting the box into my hands. \nI untied the ribbon and opened the box, inside was a gold bracelet decorated with rubies and diamonds. \n“Send it back,” I said, handing the box back to her. \n“What?” Miss Bailie gasped. \n“Send it back,” I said, and slammed the door in her face. \n\nI sent my letter to Mr. Bridshaw and he wrote me back. He wrote: \n\n[i]Does Will miss me or do you? We could have tea again if you like? \n\nSincerely yours, \nRichard [/i]\n\nRichard? He’d never signed with his first name before. I hid the letter in one of my books. I had hidden all of the letters Mr. Bridshaw had sent me in my books, because I knew no one would ever look there. \nI would like to have tea with Mr. Bridshaw again. \n\n“Was he angry?” Will asked me, when I told him about the bracelet. \nHe was sitting in a chair next to me in the garden. He’d cleaned up but his face was still bruised and he had trouble walking a little. In front of us on a table was laid out a large breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, ham, sausages, tea, juices, fruits, and various pastries. I wasn’t very hungry but Will had eaten half the food. \n“I don’t know, I haven’t heard from him yet,” I replied. \nI smoothed my dress. Will looked around and then leaned forward to pick up a muffin and a knife. He sliced the muffin in half, buttered both slices and then took a bite out of one of them. He offered me the other half but I politely refused. \n“I expect he will be angry. I couldn’t accept it, because it would mean that I like him,” I said. “I don’t like him.” \n“Well, he is repulsive,” Will said. \n“Yes, oh so very repulsive,” I said. \n\n“You didn’t like the bracelet?” David asked me. \nHe’d cornered me in the hall. \n“I did like it,” I replied. \n“Then why send it back?” he asked. \n“It was too beautiful,” I said. \n“Something simpler?” David suggested. \n“No, I want nothing from you,” I said. \nHe took my hand in his and kissed it. I felt a lump form in my throat. I didn’t want him touching me. I didn’t want him anywhere near me. \n“I’m sorry for hitting you but I didn’t know what else to do,” he said. “You didn’t need to see that, what your cousin and his friends did to that boy.” \nHe was lying. \n“I want to make you happy,” David said. \n[i]Is that what you were doing when you hit me?[/i] I thought to myself. \n“You don’t need to, I am happy,” I lied. \nHe smiled and then bent and kissed the corner of my mouth near where he had hit me. I felt like throwing up but resisted the urge. \n\nWill joined us for dinner. He looked so small compared to Daddy, Josh and David. I think I saw David flinch a little when Will looked at him with a smile. I think he was a little jealous. \nI smiled behind my napkin. \n“After this you are out,” Daddy said quickly. \n“Thank you sir,” Will said. \nHe left right after dinner. \n\nDavid gave me pearls the next day. White pearls, not pink like the ones Josh took from me. This strand was also a little longer. He gave them to me himself in the sitting room. \n“They’re lovely,” I said. \n“Pull your hair back,” David said. \nI raised my hands but he did it for me. He pushed my hair over my left shoulder and fastened the pearls around my neck. \n“Beautiful pearls for a beautiful girl,” he said softly, stroking my curls. \nI smiled, to be polite. Then his hand began to travel down my back, fiddling with laces of my dress. I felt his breath on my neck. \n“I can’t accept them,” I said. \nI raised my hands to unfasten the pearls but David stopped me. He kissed my hand. I pulled my hands free, unfastened the pearls and put them in his hand. \nI stood and walked towards the door. \n“What do I have to do?” he called after me. \nI paused for a moment and then kept on going but called over my shoulder, “Show me you’re different.” \n\n“You insult him,” Mammy said. \n“I don’t like him and I have no interest in him, how could I insult him?” I asked. \n“He sends you beautiful gifts and you send them back to him,” Mammy said. \n“I don’t want his gifts,” I said. \nShe poured us both a cup of tea. \n“He will give you a big house, he will give you children and anything else you desire,” she said. \n“It isn’t worth it if I don’t like him or love him,” I said. \n“What’s love got to do with it if he has money?” Mammy asked. \nI ignored her and took a sip of tea. \n“If you don’t find someone now, who will want you later?” Mammy asked. \n“Love is patient?” I said. \n\nDavid sent me more gifts. He sent me a gold ring one day and a dozen red roses another day. I sent them all back. I could see it was trying his patience but I didn’t really care. Another day he sent me a pink rose with the same pearl choker I’d given back to him. Josh delivered it to me. \n“That’s not very polite,” Josh said, when I told him to send the rose and the pearls back. \n“It would be impolite if I disposed of them without him knowing,” I replied. “I don’t care for him.” \n“He won’t give up, so you might as well give in or things may take a bad turn for you,” Josh said. \n“Because they already haven’t?” I asked. “As I’ve said many times before, I can’t accept his gifts. I want nothing to do with him. \n“Suit yourself,” Josh said. \n\nThe cooks served pea soup for dinner. I hate pea soup, so I excused myself and went to my room. Just as I’d closed the door there was a loud knock. I opened the door. It was David. \n“Show you I’m different? How can I do that?” David asked. \n“I think you know,” I said, and closed my door but David threw it open and stormed in. \nI just managed to avoid being hit in the face by the door. David slammed my door shut behind him. \n“This is my room, get out,” I said. \n“Different from that Bridshaw fellow you go off to see?” David growled. \n“No, get out,” I said. \nHe grabbed me and turned me around, pushing me forward. He bent me over my bed and pushed my feet apart with his. \n“No!” I shouted, trying to push myself up. \nHe ripped my dress open, sliding his hands up over my shoulders and to my neck. He pushed me down onto the mattress again, then he pulled my bloomers down and grabbed my tail. \n“Get off! Help!” I shouted. \n“I’m done trying,” David hissed. He twisted his fingers in my hair and growled, “I’m done waiting.” \nHe unbuckled his belt and pushed into me. He was bigger than Josh and I wasn’t wet. I yelped and bit my lip. \n“Stop! Help! Mammy!” I cried out. \nAbove me I could hear him groaning. His hips smacked hard against my rear and he pulled hard on my tail. I felt myself getting wet. I didn’t want to be wet. Not like this. Not with him. The memory of Josh attacking me in the maze came back. I was having trouble breathing. David moved his hands from my hair and tail, and dug his fingers into my hips. He thrust harder and slid his hands up to grope my breasts. \n“Help! Please! Nanny! Daddy! Help me!” I shouted breathlessly. \nMy cheeks burned, tears stained my fur. \n“Stop!” I screamed. \nHe thrust harder; the bead creaked, threatening to break. His hips slapped harder against my rear. Then he pulled out and put his hand between my legs, he pushed his fingers into me. \n“You like it. Look how wet you are,” he breathed. \n[i]I don’t like it.[/i] I said to myself. \nHe moved his fingers inside me, curling and spreading them. \n“Don’t!” I shouted. \nWhy wasn’t anyone coming to help me? \nDavid slipped his cock into me again, moving it in and out of me with his fingers. Then he stopped. He pulled out of me quickly and pulled me up by my hair against him. His hot breath blew over my neck. I shut my eyes tightly and bit my lip again. He pushed me back onto the bed. I heard his belt buckling. \n“It’s late, go to bed,” he said, and left. \nI didn’t move. I couldn’t move. What was the point? \n\n“Sit still,” Miss Bailie said, as she scrubbed my fur. \n“You’re hurting me,” I said, pulling my arm away from her. \nShe moved to clean between my legs. \n“I can clean myself,” I said firmly. \nI snatched the sponge from her and spread my legs to clean myself. I didn’t trust anyone to touch me and I was still sore from my violent encounter with David from last night. I had managed to pull myself into bed later in the night but I had not slept well.\n“I’m not a little girl anymore,” I muttered. \n“You need to be spotless,” Miss Bailie said. \nShe put her hand on the crown of my head and said, “Close your eyes,” and pushed my head underwater. I surfaced and she poured some shampoo into her hand and massaged my scalp, combing her fingers through my hair. \nI put the sponge on the tray. \n“He dislikes any rancid or fishy smells,” Miss Bailie said. \nShe pushed my head back under the water, scratching my scalp, washing the shampoo from my hair. I pushed myself back up. \n“I’m clean!” I snapped. \nI stood up in the tub. \n“Camille!” Miss Bailie hissed. \nShe rushed to the window and breathed a sigh of relief. \nShe picked up a towel. \n“What if someone had seen you?” she asked, draping the towel around my shoulders. \n“Would it matter?” I sighed, wringing out my hair. “I don’t really exist to the world anyway.” \nMiss Bailie snatched the towel from me and vigorously rubbed it through my fur. \n“Do you have to be so rough?” I asked her. \nI bit my lip as she rubbed over my welts. I grabbed the towel from her. \n“I’ll do it myself, you’ll skin me alive,” I said, drying myself off. \nTwo maids came in to brush my fur, so it would be soft. Another came in to brush my hair. \n“I think curls would be nice,” Miss Bailie said. \n“My hair is already curly,” I said. \n“Right now it’s wet and tangled,” Miss Bailie said. \nI sighed and took one of the brushes from the maid and brushed my hair until it was only slightly damp. I twisted it and pinned it with a gold pin, then crossed the hall into my room and opened my armoire. \n“No, Mr. Carey bought you a new dress,” Miss Bailie said. \nShe held up a white dress. It was nice. White and trimmed with gold and pink, but it had a narrow waist. Miss Bailie held up a white corset. \n“Not again,” I groaned. \n“You have to or the dress won’t fit,” Miss Bailie said. \nI glared at her. \n“Shall I call him up? I doubt you want him to see you like this?” Miss Bailie said. \n[i]He has seen me.[/i] I said to myself. \nReluctantly I agreed and she put the corset on me. She laced me tighter than I’d ever been. I nearly fainted. \n“Too tight!” I winced. \n“Every now and then you’ve got to suffer a little pain,” Miss Bailie said. “It’s part of being a woman.”\nShe secured the corset and helped me into the dress. I felt like I was going to die. He had good taste, that was the only good thing about him, but he was the worst in quality. \n“He’s horrible, Nanny,” I said. \n“Well that’s your fault,” Miss Bailie said. \n“What did I do?” I asked, spinning around to look at her. \n“We had warned you,” Miss Bailie said. \nShe pulled the pin from my hair so it fell around my shoulders. \n“You keep your personal thoughts to yourself, forget about Mr. Bridshaw and be a good girl,” Miss Bailie said. \nShe pushed me toward the door. \n“He’s waiting downstairs for you in the sitting room,” she said. \n“I don’t want to see him,” I began, but she’d already shoved me down the hall. \n\nHe was waiting for me on the couch. I curtsied for him, with difficulty, forcing myself to smile a little. David smiled back and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, or rather I fell back. The corset was too tight for me to move comfortably. I was surprised I could even breathe, though barely. We sat in silence for a few minutes. Then David broke the silence. He put one of his hands on my leg, snaked his other arm around my waist and pulled me close. I tasted bile on my tongue. I wanted so badly to run from the room and just lock myself in my own. \n“I know I was a little rough with you last night,” he whispered in my ear. \nHe squeezed my waist and added, “I promise it will be better next time.” \n[i]Next time? What next time?[/i] I thought to myself. \nI was starting to feel a little lightheaded. I shook my head to try and wake myself up. \nDavid opened a little black box and placed a choker of white pearls around my neck. He put his arm around my waist again and kissed my shoulder. I suppose he kept the pearls I had rejected earlier, just in case. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes for a moment. I felt so dizzy. \n“I want you to wear them tonight,” David said. \n“Tonight?” I asked, confused.\nI swayed a little in place. \n“Tonight you will come to my room, alone,” David nodded. \nI didn’t know he’d be spending the night with us. \n“Tonight,” I echoed, trying to sound polite. \nI think he saw it. \nHe traced his finger over the outline of my collar over my breasts. I felt my nipples stiffen against my corset. My body shivered. I shut my eyes briefly for a few moments, trying to block him out. \n“It fits you nicely,” he said, kissing my shoulder again. \nI tried to suck in a breath. My body shook with pain and the eagerness to breathe. \n“But I can’t breathe,” I said softly. \n“What?” David asked. \nI didn’t speak. \n“Can’t breathe?” he asked, squeezing me again, a grin on his lips. \nI bit my lip. \n“If you behave, you won’t ever have to wear it so tight again,” he said. \n\nJosh came into my room that night to make sure Miss Bailie was doing a good job of preparing me for the night. All the while I kept trying to concentrate of steadying my breathing. I was still feeling lightheaded and my legs were weak. \n“Take the dress off,” Josh said. \nMiss Bailie helped me out of my dress. \n“Leave the corset,” Josh said. \nMiss Bailie slipped a white shift over my head and Josh lead me down the hall. \n\nDavid had lit his room with several white candles. When I entered he blew out most of them except for the ones near the bed. \nHe stood in front of me. He’d discarded his shirt and was standing in just a pair of black trousers. He had to bend forward to kiss my lips. I swallowed to push back the urge to vomit. My mind started to spin a little. \n“You are quite pretty,” he said, curling my hair with his fingers. \nHe kissed my lips again. \n“Pretty, little Camille,” he said sweetly. \nHe kissed me again. I swayed a little on my feet as I tried to breathe again. It was made worse when I felt David's hand on my throat. He squeezed, not enough to fully choke me, but with the corset already squeezing the life out of me, it felt as though his hand was strangling me.\n“Say ‘thank you’,” David said. \nHis voice was hard. \n“Thank you,” I replied softly, though it sounded like more of a wince. \n“Good girl,” he said, kissing my forehead. \nHis finger hooked itself into the strand of pearls around my neck, pressing lightly into my throat, and gave it a light tug. \n\"They look lovely on you,\" he said, giving the choker another tug. \nHe slid his hand from my throat and then took my hand in his, and pulled me toward the bed. He sat down so that his muzzle was level with my breasts. \n“You’ve been quite naughty,” he said, a smile on his lips. \nI swallowed hard again and tried to take a breath. \n“I- I have?” I asked. \n“Yes, you have,” he replied. \nHe still held my hand, brushing his thumb back and forth over my hand. \n“I’ll have to punish you,” he said. \nBefore I could react he yanked me down over his knee and lifted my shift. I winced and my nails raked the carpet as the corset dug into me again. This new position he'd put me in, it made the corset feel even more constricting. David ran his hand up and down over my bottom, caressing each cheek. It felt soothing and I relaxed a little, but then he pulled his hand back and smacked me. I yelped and scratched my nails over the carpet. Again and again he smacked me. I struggled. The corset was digging into me again and I couldn't breathe. \n“Please!” I cried out, but my voice was almost inaudible. \nIn the position I was in it was difficult to talk and breathe, let alone scream. My arms flailed, my eyes filled with tears. He was unrelenting, smacking me harder and harder. Then he stopped. I breathed a sigh of relief though my rear stung and burned. \n“This won’t do,” David said. \nI felt my heart jump into my throat. My head was spinning. David stood me up, my shift falling back down to cover my sore bottom. \n“Go to the rack, there’s a few canes hanging. Bring me one,” he said. \nI slowly made my way to the wooden rail, four canes hung. I attempted to breathe a silent sigh of relief that they were level with my shoulders, saving me the pain of attempting to bend in the still constricting corset. I picked up a brown cane with a brass handle but David shook his head and said it was no good. I picked up an ebony one, but again David declined. I picked up a bamboo cane but David still thought it no good. Then I picked up a red cane with a brass handle in the shape of a nasty claw and David nodded his approval. I brought it to him, my hands shaking. I shook my head to try and stop my head from spinning but it seemed to make it worse. \nDavid stood up from the bed and pulled my shift off over my head. He tossed it to the side and then pushed me down so I was bent over the bed. \n“At my father's stable,\" he began. I risked looking over my shoulder and saw him run his fingertips over the brass claw of the red cane. \"Whenever a horse acted out or refused to listen, he had a few methods of dealing with such disobedient animals,\" he went on. \"One of his preferred methods was to tie the animal to a pole and beat them into submission. If that didn't work, he'd deny them food and water until they decided to listen.\" I saw him look at me and grin. \"You're in no position to be tied right now, and I think denying you food and water would be a little harsh. I like you soft and round.\" I cringed at his words. He put a hand on my stinging rear and I turned my face from him. \"My soft, round, sweet little Camille,\" I heard him coo. He gave my stinging ass a sharp smack and I cried out. \"I’m going to cane you, and each time I smack your plump ass you will count,” David said. \"I will decide when enough is enough.\" \nI gripped the quilt tightly. \n“Is that clear?” he asked me, tapping the heel of my foot with the end of the cane. \n“Yes,” I said. \nHe raised the cane and hit me hard on the ass with it. \n“One…” I started. \nHe hit me again. \n“Two…” \nAnd he hit me again. \n“Three…” \nAnd again. \n“Four…” \nAnd again. \n“Five…” \nAnd then again. \n“Six…” \nThen he began to hit me harder. \n“Seven…” \nAnd harder, striking my thighs a couple of times. \n“Eight… Nine… Ten…” \nI was sure something would break. My head started to spin again. Tears wet my cheeks as I struggled to breathe. \n“Eleven…” \nHe landed another fierce blow on my thighs. \n“Twelve…” \nI heard a loud crack. I risked another peek over my shoulder. The cane had a large crack running along its length. David looked at it and then cast it aside. He sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist. I whimpered and pushed against his arm. His other hand collided with my bottom again, alternating between cheeks. \n“Keep counting!” he snapped at me. \n“Thirteen…” I began again. \nThen he began to hit harder and faster. I lost count and my counting became clumsy as my breaths became shorter and my sobs louder. \n“Seventeen,” I said, trying to keep pace. \nI felt a warm liquid dripping between my legs. \n“Twenty…” \nOh god was I bleeding? No. The air would have smelled of copper. This was sweet, like from when I touched myself in my room. But I didn’t want it to be sweet-smelling because of this. This was horrible! David hit me one last time. The sound of the slap seemed to echo through the room. David let go of my waist but I lay still, I was in too much pain to move away. \n“I’d think a thick girl like you could take a few good smacks,” David panted. \nSmacks? Is that what he called them? \nHe turned me over and spread my legs, then put his hand between them. At least on my back I could breathe a little better. David drew his fingers up my cleft and lifted his hand to his muzzle. His fingers were wet. I wasn’t bleeding, thank goodness, but it hurt to lay on my back. The pain in my thighs and my rear was awful. David sniffed his fingers, then he bent over me and shoved his hand between my legs again, working his fingers over my clitoris. I squeezed my eyes shut. He was very rough. I worried he’d hurt it, he’d hurt my little nub. \nI brought my hands to my muzzle to keep from crying out as David put pressure on my clitoris, rubbing it harder. I arched my back, my hands flying to the quilt and digging my fingers into it. My thighs were wet again. David slid one of his hands up and squeezed my breast. He gave the pearls on my neck another tug. \n“Open your eyes, Camille,” David said. \nI did. His face was very close to mine. I moaned softly and immediately cursed myself. At the same time I was trying to keep myself quiet. \nHe rubbed my clitoris a little softer. He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers. My nipple hardened and I swallowed back the urge to vomit again. \n“I know you’re thinking of him,” David whispered in my ear. \nI shivered feeling his breath on my ear. I felt sick inside. \n“No,” I replied softly. \n“You’re lying,” David said. \nI shook my head. \nDavid kissed my lips. \n“Did he kiss you like that?” he asked. \n I stayed silent, trying to concentrate on breathing. He kissed my neck. \n“Did he kiss you like that?” he asked. \nHe kissed my breasts, then he opened the corset, unhooking it from the front. I cried out and greedily sucked in several breaths. David kissed my naked belly. \n“Answer me,” he said. \n“No,” I said. \n“No what? No he didn’t kiss you like that?” David demanded. \n“No, he never kissed me like that,” I replied. \nDavid smiled, it was a wicked smile, and he kissed back up to my neck. He paused to run his tongue over my left nipple. A shiver ran up my body and I shut my eyes to block him out. \n“Open your eyes, Camille,” David said. \nI opened my eyes. \n“Good girl,” David said. \nHe sat up on his knees and unbuckled his belt. I saw his cock; it had a little brown spot on the head. He rubbed the head of his cock on my thigh and up and down between my lower lips. He put a hand on my thigh and then pushed his cock into me. He rocked his hips slowly, then he started to rock faster. One of his hands grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head. He rubbed his hips against mine and I arched my back. I bit my lip. I didn’t want my body to enjoy this but it was. It was humiliating! Why was this happening to me? David leaned over me again and I shut my eyes. \n\"Who had you first?\" he breathed in my ear. \nI didn't answer. I didn't want to remember that day. \n\"Was it Mr. Bridshaw?\" David asked. \nI didn't answer at first, then I shook my head, \"No.\" \n\"Was it that boy?\" David asked. \nI sniffed and bit my lip. \n\"Please don't,\" I begged him. \nHe rubbed his hips against mine again. I felt his tongue again and then his lips on my nipple. \n\"Who was it?\" his lips mumbled against my breast. \nI felt tears running down my cheeks. \n\"Josh,\" I whimpered. \"My cousin, Josh.\"\nI turned my face from him, keeping my eyes shut. David licked my nipple again. His lips touched my cheek and then my ear. \n\"I figured,\" he said into my ear. \"The way he looks at you. How he insists on being near you at meals or where he can see you. Pity I didn't know you sooner.\" He nibbled at my ear and then added with a dark, cheerful tone, \"But not too much a pity.\" \n\"I was a little girl,\" I choked. \"He forced himself on me as you did last night.\" \nDavid kissed my cheek. \n\"Only because you forced me to,\" he said. \n\"I forced you to do nothing,\" I said. \nI opened my eyes to look up at him. \n\"You are both vile,\" I said. \nHe only smiled and thrust his hips harder against mine. I shut my eyes again and gripped the quilt tightly. \n\"Open your eyes, Camille,\" David said again. \nI did. He twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled my face close to his. \n“Now kiss your future husband,” he said.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "One year later…

Poor Miss Bailie hurt her leg.  She fell down the stairs.  I had said to her once, “Miss Bailie you should not run up and down the stairs at your age,” although she isn’t very old.  Actually, I pushed her.  It was very easy, mostly because I slipped a few teaspoons of brandy into her tea and mixed some sugar in to hide the taste.  She’d gotten down a few steps and then I stepped behind her and gave her a gentle nudge.  It was horrible of me but I don’t feel bad.  There were so many things she had done that I could not get past.
“Camille,” Mammy called.
“Yes Mammy?” I said, leaning over the railing.
“Get dressed,” Mammy said.
“Why?” I asked.
“Just get dressed will you?” Mammy said irritably.  Then she added, “Wear your pink dress!”
I figured.   She had invited a male to the house.  
I shuddered, waiting for Miss Bailie to come and lace me up tightly into that awful corset.  My welts still hadn’t healed up.  She came in and I stuffed my nightshift into mouth to bite into so I wouldn’t cry out as she laced me.  I put the dress on and observed myself in front of the mirror.  It looked a little similar to the turquoise dress I wore at the costume party, but the collar was a little lower, so low it looked as though my breasts would spill out.  It was a pale peach pink dress with long fluttering sleeves that went to my elbows, with lacy trim around the collar and hem.  The waist began just below my breasts.  The dress made me wish they weren’t so big.  Why would anyone buy something like this for their daughter even if it was to attract a man?  I left my hair down but I felt like crying, mostly because I didn’t want to go downstairs and also because I couldn’t wear my pearls with the dress.  
“Hurry up!” Miss Bailie hissed.
I made my way downstairs, slowly, holding my dress up a little so I wouldn’t trip.  Miss Bailie pushed me into the living room.  Mammy was sitting with another hyena, a male spotted hyena in a gray suit.  
“About time, what were you doing?” she demanded.
She didn’t give me time to answer.  
“This is David, Mr. David Carey,” she said, gesturing toward the male, “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted.”
“Mammy please don’t leave me-” I began but she had already left.  
David was twirling his thumbs, then he stood up and held out his hand to me.  
“You must be Camille?” he smiled.
I politely extended my hand to him and he kissed it.  He was handsome but he looked too much like Josh.  I think they were also the same age.  I didn’t like it.
“I am Camile,” I said, nodding.
I sat down and he sat down next to me.
“What brings you here?” I asked him.
He answered me after a couple of minutes.  He’d been staring at my breasts.  
Thank you, Mammy.  I thought to myself.
“Your father is a friend of my father’s,” David replied, and then continued, “He said it was funny they knew each other for so long but that you and I had never met.”
“Quite,” I said.
I don’t think he cared that I was not being sincere.  
I smoothed my dress then said, “The garden looks lovely in the daytime, with all the colors.  It looks like a painting.”
David just smiled and nodded.
“We get all sorts of visitors, hummingbirds, bees… In the garden I mean,” I said.
I don’t think he cared.  He didn’t care.  He was too busy staring at my breasts.  The whole time we spoke he stared at my breasts.  He was just like Josh.  
Disgusting bastard.  I frowned.  

His table manners were fine.  He knew how to use a knife and fork, and he knew the purpose of a napkin.  
“It’s a damn shame about the Russian royal family,” Daddy said.
“They say the two youngest daughters escaped alive,” Mammy said.
“A lot of things are said,” Daddy said.
Miss Bailie cleared her throat.
“Mr. Carey, what do you do?” she asked.
“I help father down at his stable.  He breeds the fastest thoroughbreds,” David said, as if horses were the greatest thing in the world.
Mammy, Daddy and Miss Bailie and Josh, and his friends, seemed to think so too.  That or they were just trying to be nice.  
“Fascinating,” I muttered, into my glass.
Mammy looked at me out of the corner of her eye, as if to say, “That means he’s rich so you can stay home all day.”
“Camille loves horses,” Mammy said.  “We used to travel up North to her Aunt Cordelia’s, before she moved to France for her health.  She had a small farm.  Camille took lessons from her.”
I do love horses, but I was not as fond of riding.  I used to be, and then I fell.  I was jumping and after the third time, I slipped and fell from the horse.  The only consolation was that the ground was soft and I was not seriously hurt.
“You can ride all you want at my father’s stables,” David told me.
I smiled out of politeness, but I really wished he would just leave.  But Mammy and Daddy liked him too much.  Josh liked him too and that worried me.  Since he wouldn’t leave, I decided to.  I went to the Maple Room - men were not allowed inside - and closed the door.  I sat in one of the chairs and put my face in my hands.  I knew why Mammy brought David.  She was trying to keep me from seeing Mr. Bridshaw.  
TAP! TAP!
I looked up.  Will was standing outside the window waving at me.  I crossed the room and opened the window.  
“What are you doing here?  Couldn’t you have used the front door?” I asked.
“I could have but I wanted to avoid Miss Bailie,” he said.
He looked around then asked, “Can I come in?”
“No, not today,” I said.
I gathered my skirts and climbed onto the sill, then lowered myself down.  
“I can’t stand to be in there,” I said.
I turned and closed the window, then pulled Will away from the light towards the maze.  In the dark of the night, I thought no one would be able to see us.
“She wants to send me away,” I said.
“Who?” Will asked.
“My mother, she’s going to marry me off to someone I barely know,” I said.
“Come back to Atwell Abbey," Will said.  "Come to stay with me and Mr. Bridshaw, we’ll take care of you."
“They’ll find a way to take me back,” I said.
Will opened his mouth to speak but suddenly he was on the ground.  Josh pulled him up by his collar.
“Trying to give her more ideas?” he said, raising his hand.
His fist collided with Will’s face.  Then another figure appeared and hit Will in the back, then someone else knocked him to the ground.  The three males stood over him, kicking him repeatedly.
“Stop it!” I cried.
Will’s nose was bleeding.
“Stop it! You’ll kill him!” I screamed.
I rushed forward but someone pulled me back.  It was David.
“You’ll kill him!” I shouted.
I tried to push David back but he held me tight.   He turned me around to face him.
“Go back inside,” he said.
“No,” I said.
“Go back inside,” David repeated.
“I won’t, they’re hurting him!” I said.
I managed to free myself from his grip, then David raised his hand and smacked me across the face.  The hit caused me to stumble and fall to the ground.  
“Get back inside!” he shouted at me.
I held my cheek.  I tried to speak but it seemed as though my lips were fused together.  My eyes watered, stinging a little, and then I turned and ran toward the house.
Go back!  One side of my mind screamed.  
Go inside!  The other side said.
I rushed inside.  Mammy was still sitting with Miss Bailie and Daddy in the dining room.
“They’re killing him!” I cried.
They didn’t say anything, they just stared at me.
“They’re going to kill him!” I shouted.
They just kept staring at me.
“What kind of people are you?” I screamed, and then rushed from the room.  I slammed my door shut and ran to my window.
I could see the faint figures of Josh and his friends still beating Will.
“Sit down,” a voice said.
It was Daddy.  I shook my head.
“Sit down,” he said more firmly.
I refused, and he grabbed me by my arm and dragged me to my bed.  He shoved me down.
“You will forget about this Mr. Bridshaw and behave like a lady,” Daddy shouted at me.
“No,” I said, my eyes welling with tears.
“You will!” Daddy roared, his face close to mine.
He straightened up.
“You’re going to marry David, perhaps he can make an obedient girl of you,” Daddy said.
“I won’t, he’s awful.  He hit me,” I said.
“Well it’s about time someone did.  You’ll forget that man even if someone has to beat him out of you,” Daddy said.
He cast one more furious look at me and then left.  I grabbed my pillow, screamed into it, and then collapsed onto my bed.

The next morning I visited Daddy in his study.  He was looking over some papers and swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.  He looked up as I came in.
“Yes?” he said, his tone sounding annoyed.
I was silent for a bit, then I walked up to him and bent forward to kiss him on the cheek.
“I’m sorry Daddy,” I said.
He nodded, more like he just raised his head and grunted, and said, “Good girl.”
Then he waved me away.  I wasn’t really sorry, and I think he knew.  At that moment I turned around to face Daddy again.
“Yes?” he said again.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked.  
Daddy blinked.  A hushed silence fell over the room.
“Why do you hate me?” I asked him again.
“I don’t hate you,” Daddy said.
“You do!  Would you love me if I was a boy?” I said.
Again there was a silence.  Daddy opened his mouth to speak but I stopped him and shouted, “You are so horrible to me!  You, Mammy and Nanny!  You are all so horrible to me and I don’t know why!”
“We merely have your best interests at heart,” Daddy said.  
“Best? You treat me like I am the scum of the earth!  What did I do?  I don’t understand why you treat me so horribly!” I shouted at him.
He opened his mouth again but I cut him off, “You rarely let me walk beyond the walls of this house!  Are you ashamed of me?  Why?”
I blinked and took a deep breath.  Tears were welling in my eyes and I didn’t want to cry in front of Daddy.  Not like this, but the tears came anyway.  
“I can’t see anyone I want!” I choked, wiping my eyes with my hands.
“That is not true, I let you see Mr. Bridshaw,” Daddy said,
“Once, only once!  I had to drug you the second time so you would say ‘yes’.  I have two friends I can trust in this god forsaken world and you strive to take them from me! You may have very well killed one of them!  I begged you to help him but you did nothing!” I screamed.
“Camille, calm yourself,” Daddy said.
“I will not, you are all horrible!” I shouted at him, and then I turned on my heel and left.
I passed Miss Bailie on my way out and stopped to speak to her.
“Where is Will?  I want to see him,” I said to her.
“You can’t see him,” Miss Bailie said.
“I want to see him,” I said.
I clenched my fists.
“Let me see him or I shall hit you,” I said.
Miss Bailie looked as though she would faint, then she said, “He is in the garden shed.”  

They had chained Will, his wrists and ankles bound, and left him in a corner.  I knelt in front of him.  He lifted his head.
“You’ve been crying,” he said.
“It’s nothing,” I said.  
He looked awful.  His fur was matted with dried blood. He had a black eye, his muzzle was bruised and his lip was cut.  He probably had more injuries but I couldn’t see.  They didn’t seem serious because he didn’t look to be in pain, but if he was he wouldn’t show it.  
“Are you alright?” I asked, then I felt stupid.
“Could be better,” Will replied.
He made a face.  Probably bruises from when Josh and his friends kicked him.  
“I’m so sorry,” I said.  “I should have done more to stop them.  I shouldn't have run like a coward.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself,” Will said.
I wiped a falling tear from my cheek.
“When I saw him hit you… I had never felt anger before but I wanted to hurt him more than he’d hurt you,” Will said.
I put a hand to my cheek.  David had hit me in the same place Josh had hit me.  My previous bruise had healed.  Thankfully I didn’t have a new one, but my muzzle was still sore.  Will flexed his fingers.  
“I’m not bleeding anymore,” Will said, smiling.
“I’ll write to Mr. Bridshaw,” I said.
“No, it’s not so bad here,” Will said. “It just needs a little work”
 I think he was trying to be funny.
“You are in a shed, it’s dirty and drafty,” I said.  
“You should go back inside,” Will said.
“I will go back inside,” I said.  “I will go back inside to write a letter to Mr. Bridshaw and tell the maids to bring you inside.”
I touched Will’s face gently, he leaned into my hand a little, and then pushed myself up.  Outside I pulled Miss Bailie aside and said, “Let him out, give him a bath, wash his clothes and feed him.  Put him upstairs in the guest room.”
“Certainly not!” Miss Bailie hissed.
“Do as I say or you’ll be in for a very rude awakening come the morning,” I warned her.
“Your father is not going to like this,” Miss Bailie said.
“Well that’s too bad,” I replied.  
“Your mother said to tell you that Mr. Carey will be coming for tea again and later he will be staying for dinner,” Miss Bailie called after me.
“Shit!” I hissed.

I barricaded myself in my room, hovering over a blank piece of paper.  I tapped my pen against my ear.  I wasn’t sure of what to say.  I put my pen to the paper and scribbled,

Dear Mr. Bridshaw,
Please don’t be alarmed, Will is here with us.  If a bit bruised, he is still very much alive and eating.  He misses you.

Sincerely yours,
Camille


KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Who’s there?” I asked.
“Open up Camille,” Miss Bailie’s voice said.
I opened the door.  
“David sent you this,” Miss Bailie said, holding up a little jeweled box tied with a white ribbon.
“What is it?” I asked.
“Open it and find out,” Miss Bailie said, thrusting the box into my hands.
I untied the ribbon and opened the box, inside was a gold bracelet decorated with rubies and diamonds.  
“Send it back,” I said, handing the box back to her.
“What?” Miss Bailie gasped.
“Send it back,” I said, and slammed the door in her face.

I sent my letter to Mr. Bridshaw and he wrote me back.  He wrote:

Does Will miss me or do you?  We could have tea again if you like?

Sincerely yours,
Richard

Richard?  He’d never signed with his first name before.  I hid the letter in one of my books.  I had hidden all of the letters Mr. Bridshaw had sent me in my books, because I knew no one would ever look there.
I would like to have tea with Mr. Bridshaw again.  

“Was he angry?” Will asked me, when I told him about the bracelet.
He was sitting in a chair next to me in the garden.  He’d cleaned up but his face was still bruised and he had trouble walking a little.  In front of us on a table was laid out a large breakfast of scrambled eggs, toast, bacon, ham, sausages, tea, juices, fruits, and various pastries.  I wasn’t very hungry but Will had eaten half the food.
“I don’t know, I haven’t heard from him yet,” I replied.
I smoothed my dress.  Will looked around and then leaned forward to pick up a muffin and a knife.  He sliced the muffin in half, buttered both slices and then took a bite out of one of them.  He offered me the other half but I politely refused.
“I expect he will be angry.  I couldn’t accept it, because it would mean that I like him,” I said. “I don’t like him.”
“Well, he is repulsive,” Will said.
“Yes, oh so very repulsive,” I said.  

“You didn’t like the bracelet?” David asked me.  
He’d cornered me in the hall.
“I did like it,” I replied.
“Then why send it back?” he asked.
“It was too beautiful,” I said.
“Something simpler?” David suggested.
“No, I want nothing from you,” I said.
He took my hand in his and kissed it.  I felt a lump form in my throat.  I didn’t want him touching me.  I didn’t want him anywhere near me.
“I’m sorry for hitting you but I didn’t know what else to do,” he said.  “You didn’t need to see that, what your cousin and his friends did to that boy.”
He was lying.
“I want to make you happy,” David said.
Is that what you were doing when you hit me? I thought to myself.
“You don’t need to, I am happy,” I lied.
He smiled and then bent and kissed the corner of my mouth near where he had hit me.  I felt like throwing up but resisted the urge.

Will joined us for dinner.  He looked so small compared to Daddy, Josh and David.  I think I saw David flinch a little when Will looked at him with a smile.  I think he was a little jealous.
I smiled behind my napkin.
“After this you are out,” Daddy said quickly.
“Thank you sir,” Will said.
He left right after dinner.

David gave me pearls the next day.  White pearls, not pink like the ones Josh took from me.  This strand was also a little longer.  He gave them to me himself in the sitting room.  
“They’re lovely,” I said.
“Pull your hair back,” David said.
I raised my hands but he did it for me.  He pushed my hair over my left shoulder and fastened the pearls around my neck.
“Beautiful pearls for a beautiful girl,” he said softly, stroking my curls.
I smiled, to be polite.  Then his hand began to travel down my back, fiddling with laces of my dress.  I felt his breath on my neck.
“I can’t accept them,” I said.
I raised my hands to unfasten the pearls but David stopped me.  He kissed my hand.  I pulled my hands free, unfastened the pearls and put them in his hand.
I stood and walked towards the door.
“What do I have to do?” he called after me.
I paused for a moment and then kept on going but called over my shoulder, “Show me you’re different.”

“You insult him,” Mammy said.
“I don’t like him and I have no interest in him, how could I insult him?” I asked.
“He sends you beautiful gifts and you send them back to him,” Mammy said.  
“I don’t want his gifts,” I said.  
She poured us both a cup of tea.
“He will give you a big house, he will give you children and anything else you desire,” she said.
“It isn’t worth it if I don’t like him or love him,” I said.
“What’s love got to do with it if he has money?” Mammy asked.
I ignored her and took a sip of tea.
“If you don’t find someone now, who will want you later?” Mammy asked.
“Love is patient?” I said.

David sent me more gifts.  He sent me a gold ring one day and a dozen red roses another day.  I sent them all back.  I could see it was trying his patience but I didn’t really care.  Another day he sent me a pink rose with the same pearl choker I’d given back to him.  Josh delivered it to me.
“That’s not very polite,” Josh said, when I told him to send the rose and the pearls back.
“It would be impolite if I disposed of them without him knowing,” I replied.  “I don’t care for him.”
“He won’t give up, so you might as well give in or things may take a bad turn for you,” Josh said.
“Because they already haven’t?” I asked. “As I’ve said many times before, I can’t accept his gifts. I want nothing to do with him.
“Suit yourself,” Josh said.  

The cooks served pea soup for dinner.  I hate pea soup, so I excused myself and went to my room.  Just as I’d closed the door there was a loud knock.  I opened the door.  It was David.
“Show you I’m different?  How can I do that?” David asked.
“I think you know,” I said, and closed my door but David threw it open and stormed in.
I just managed to avoid being hit in the face by the door.  David slammed my door shut behind him.
“This is my room, get out,” I said.
“Different from that Bridshaw fellow you go off to see?” David growled.
“No, get out,” I said.
He grabbed me and turned me around, pushing me forward.  He bent me over my bed and pushed my feet apart with his.
“No!” I shouted, trying to push myself up.
He ripped my dress open, sliding his hands up over my shoulders and to my neck.  He pushed me down onto the mattress again,  then he pulled my bloomers down and grabbed my tail.
“Get off!  Help!” I shouted.
“I’m done trying,” David hissed.  He twisted his fingers in my hair and growled, “I’m done waiting.”
He unbuckled his belt and pushed into me.  He was bigger than Josh and I wasn’t wet.  I yelped and bit my lip.
“Stop! Help! Mammy!” I cried out.
Above me I could hear him groaning.  His hips smacked hard against my rear and he pulled hard on my tail.  I felt myself getting wet.  I didn’t want to be wet.  Not like this.  Not with him.  The memory of Josh attacking me in the maze came back.  I was having trouble breathing.  David moved his hands from my hair and tail, and dug his fingers into my hips.  He thrust harder and slid his hands up to grope my breasts.
“Help! Please! Nanny! Daddy! Help me!” I shouted breathlessly.
My cheeks burned, tears stained my fur.
“Stop!” I screamed.
He thrust harder; the bead creaked, threatening to break.  His hips slapped harder against my rear.  Then he pulled out and put his hand between my legs, he pushed his fingers into me.
“You like it.  Look how wet you are,” he breathed.
I don’t like it. I said to myself.
He moved his fingers inside me, curling and spreading them.
“Don’t!” I shouted.
Why wasn’t anyone coming to help me?  
David slipped his cock into me again, moving it in and out of me with his fingers.  Then he stopped.  He pulled out of me quickly and pulled me up by my hair against him.  His hot breath blew over my neck.  I shut my eyes tightly and bit my lip again.  He pushed me back onto the bed.  I heard his belt buckling.  
“It’s late, go to bed,” he said, and left.
I didn’t move.  I couldn’t move.  What was the point?

“Sit still,” Miss Bailie said, as she scrubbed my fur.
“You’re hurting me,” I said, pulling my arm away from her.
She moved to clean between my legs.  
“I can clean myself,” I said firmly.
I snatched the sponge from her and spread my legs to clean myself.  I didn’t trust anyone to touch me and I was still sore from my violent encounter with David from last night.  I had managed to pull myself into bed later in the night but I had not slept well.
“I’m not a little girl anymore,” I muttered.
“You need to be spotless,” Miss Bailie said.
She put her hand on the crown of my head and said, “Close your eyes,” and pushed my head underwater.  I surfaced and she poured some shampoo into her hand and massaged my scalp, combing her fingers through my hair.  
I put the sponge on the tray.
“He dislikes any rancid or fishy smells,” Miss Bailie said.
She pushed my head back under the water, scratching my scalp, washing the shampoo from my hair.  I pushed myself back up.
“I’m clean!” I snapped.
I stood up in the tub.
“Camille!” Miss Bailie hissed.  
She rushed to the window and breathed a sigh of relief.
She picked up a towel.
“What if someone had seen you?” she asked, draping the towel around my shoulders.  
“Would it matter?” I sighed, wringing out my hair.  “I don’t really exist to the world anyway.”  
Miss Bailie snatched the towel from me and vigorously rubbed it through my fur.
“Do you have to be so rough?” I asked her.
I bit my lip as she rubbed over my welts.  I grabbed the towel from her.
“I’ll do it myself, you’ll skin me alive,” I said, drying myself off.
Two maids came in to brush my fur, so it would be soft.  Another came in to brush my hair.  
“I think curls would be nice,” Miss Bailie said.
“My hair is already curly,” I said.  
“Right now it’s wet and tangled,” Miss Bailie said.
I sighed and took one of the brushes from the maid and brushed my hair until it was only slightly damp.  I twisted it and pinned it with a gold pin, then crossed the hall into my room and opened my armoire.  
“No, Mr. Carey bought you a new dress,” Miss Bailie said.
She held up a white dress.  It was nice.  White and trimmed with gold and pink, but it had a narrow waist.  Miss Bailie held up a white corset.
“Not again,” I groaned.
“You have to or the dress won’t fit,” Miss Bailie said.
I glared at her.
“Shall I call him up?  I doubt you want him to see you like this?”  Miss Bailie said.
He has seen me. I said to myself.
Reluctantly I agreed and she put the corset on me.  She laced me tighter than I’d ever been.  I nearly fainted.  
“Too tight!” I winced.  
“Every now and then you’ve got to suffer a little pain,” Miss Bailie said. “It’s part of being a woman.”
She secured the corset and helped me into the dress.  I felt like I was going to die.  He had good taste, that was the only good thing about him, but he was the worst in quality.  
“He’s horrible, Nanny,” I said.  
“Well that’s your fault,” Miss Bailie said.
“What did I do?” I asked, spinning around to look at her.
“We had warned you,” Miss Bailie said.  
She pulled the pin from my hair so it fell around my shoulders.  
“You keep your personal thoughts to yourself, forget about Mr. Bridshaw and be a good girl,” Miss Bailie said.
She pushed me toward the door.
“He’s waiting downstairs for you in the sitting room,” she said.
“I don’t want to see him,” I began, but she’d already shoved me down the hall.

He was waiting for me on the couch. I curtsied for him, with difficulty, forcing myself to smile a little.  David smiled back and patted the spot next to him.  I sat down, or rather I fell back.  The corset was too tight for me to move comfortably.  I was surprised I could even breathe, though barely.  We sat in silence for a few minutes.  Then David broke the silence.  He put one of his hands on my leg, snaked his other arm around my waist and pulled me close.  I tasted bile on my tongue.  I wanted so badly to run from the room and just lock myself in my own.
“I know I was a little rough with you last night,” he whispered in my ear.  
He squeezed my waist and added, “I promise it will be better next time.”
Next time? What next time? I thought to myself.
I was starting to feel a little lightheaded.  I shook my head to try and wake myself up.  
David opened a little black box and placed a choker of white pearls around my neck.  He put his arm around my waist again and kissed my shoulder.  I suppose he kept the pearls I had rejected earlier, just in case.  I swallowed hard and closed my eyes for a moment.  I felt so dizzy.
“I want you to wear them tonight,” David said.
“Tonight?” I asked, confused.
I swayed a little in place.    
“Tonight you will come to my room, alone,” David nodded.
I didn’t know he’d be spending the night with us.
“Tonight,” I echoed, trying to sound polite.
I think he saw it.  
He traced his finger over the outline of my collar over my breasts.  I felt my nipples stiffen against my corset.  My body shivered.  I shut my eyes briefly for a few moments, trying to block him out.
“It fits you nicely,” he said, kissing my shoulder again.
I tried to suck in a breath.  My body shook with pain and the eagerness to breathe.
“But I can’t breathe,” I said softly.
“What?” David asked.
I didn’t speak.
“Can’t breathe?” he asked, squeezing me again, a grin on his lips.
I bit my lip.
“If you behave, you won’t ever have to wear it so tight again,” he said.

Josh came into my room that night to make sure Miss Bailie was doing a good job of preparing me for the night.  All the while I kept trying to concentrate of steadying my breathing.  I was still feeling lightheaded and my legs were weak.  
“Take the dress off,” Josh said.
Miss Bailie helped me out of my dress.  
“Leave the corset,” Josh said.
Miss Bailie slipped a white shift over my head and Josh lead me down the hall.

David had lit his room with several white candles.  When I entered he blew out most of them except for the ones near the bed.  
He stood in front of me.  He’d discarded his shirt and was standing in just a pair of black trousers.  He had to bend forward to kiss my lips.  I swallowed to push back the urge to vomit.  My mind started to spin a little.
“You are quite pretty,” he said, curling my hair with his fingers.
He kissed my lips again.  
“Pretty, little Camille,” he said sweetly.
He kissed me again. I swayed a little on my feet as I tried to breathe again.  It was made worse when I felt David's hand on my throat. He squeezed, not enough to fully choke me, but with the corset already squeezing the life out of me, it felt as though his hand was strangling me.
“Say ‘thank you’,” David said.
His voice was hard.
“Thank you,” I replied softly, though it sounded like more of a wince.
“Good girl,” he said, kissing my forehead.
His finger hooked itself into the strand of pearls around my neck, pressing lightly into my throat, and gave it a light tug.  
"They look lovely on you," he said, giving the choker another tug.
He slid his hand from my throat and then took my hand in his, and pulled me toward the bed.  He sat down so that his muzzle was level with my breasts.
“You’ve been quite naughty,” he said, a smile on his lips.
I swallowed hard again and tried to take a breath.
“I- I have?” I asked.
“Yes, you have,” he replied.
He still held my hand, brushing his thumb back and forth over my hand.
“I’ll have to punish you,” he said.
Before I could react he yanked me down over his knee and lifted my shift.  I winced and my nails raked the carpet as the corset dug into me again.  This new position he'd put me in, it made the corset feel even more constricting.  David ran his hand up and down over my bottom, caressing each cheek.  It felt soothing and I relaxed a little, but then he pulled his hand back and smacked me.  I yelped and scratched my nails over the carpet.  Again and again he smacked me.  I struggled.  The corset was digging into me again and I couldn't breathe.
“Please!” I cried out, but my voice was almost inaudible.  
In the position I was in it was difficult to talk and breathe, let alone scream.   My arms flailed, my eyes filled with tears.  He was unrelenting, smacking me harder and harder.  Then he stopped.  I breathed a sigh of relief though my rear stung and burned.  
“This won’t do,” David said.  
I felt my heart jump into my throat.  My head was spinning.  David stood me up, my shift falling back down to cover my sore bottom.
“Go to the rack, there’s a few canes hanging.  Bring me one,” he said.
I slowly made my way to the wooden rail, four canes hung.  I attempted to breathe a silent sigh of relief that they were level with my shoulders, saving me the pain of attempting to bend in the still constricting corset.  I picked up a brown cane with a brass handle but David shook his head and said it was no good.  I picked up an ebony one, but again David declined.  I picked up a bamboo cane but David still thought it no good.  Then I picked up a red cane with a brass handle in the shape of a nasty claw and David nodded his approval.  I brought it to him, my hands shaking.  I shook my head to try and stop my head from spinning but it seemed to make it worse.  
David stood up from the bed and pulled my shift off over my head.  He tossed it to the side and then pushed me down so I was bent over the bed.
“At my father's stable," he began.  I risked looking over my shoulder and saw him run his fingertips over the brass claw of the red cane. "Whenever a horse acted out or refused to listen, he had a few methods of dealing with such disobedient animals," he went on.  "One of his preferred methods was to tie the animal to a pole and beat them into submission.  If that didn't work, he'd deny them food and water until they decided to listen."  I saw him look at me and grin.  "You're in no position to be tied right now, and I think denying you food and water would be a little harsh.  I like you soft and round."  I cringed at his words.  He put a hand on my stinging rear and I turned my face from him.  "My soft, round, sweet little Camille," I heard him coo.  He gave my stinging ass a sharp smack and I cried out.  "I’m going to cane you, and each time I smack your plump ass you will count,” David said.  "I will decide when enough is enough."
I gripped the quilt tightly.
“Is that clear?” he asked me, tapping the heel of my foot with the end of the cane.
“Yes,” I said.
He raised the cane and hit me hard on the ass with it.
“One…” I started.
He hit me again.
“Two…”
And he hit me again.
“Three…”
And again.
“Four…”
And again.
“Five…”
And then again.
“Six…”
Then he began to hit me harder.
“Seven…”
And harder, striking my thighs a couple of times.
“Eight… Nine… Ten…”
I was sure something would break.  My head started to spin again.  Tears wet my cheeks as I struggled to breathe.
“Eleven…”
He landed another fierce blow on my thighs.
“Twelve…”
I heard a loud crack.  I risked another peek over my shoulder.  The cane had a large crack running along its length.  David looked at it and then cast it aside.  He sat next to me and wrapped an arm around my waist.  I whimpered and pushed against his arm.  His other hand collided with my bottom again, alternating between cheeks.  
“Keep counting!” he snapped at me.
“Thirteen…”  I began again.
Then he began to hit harder and faster.  I lost count and my counting became clumsy as my breaths became shorter and my sobs louder.
“Seventeen,” I said, trying to keep pace.
I felt a warm liquid dripping between my legs.
“Twenty…”
Oh god was I bleeding?  No.  The air would have smelled of copper.  This was sweet, like from when I touched myself in my room.  But I didn’t want it to be sweet-smelling because of this.  This was horrible!  David hit me one last time.  The sound of the slap seemed to echo through the room.  David let go of my waist but I lay still, I was in too much pain to move away.
“I’d think a thick girl like you could take a few good smacks,” David panted.
Smacks?  Is that what he called them?
He turned me over and spread my legs, then put his hand between them.  At least on my back I could breathe a little better.  David drew his fingers up my cleft and lifted his hand to his muzzle.  His fingers were wet. I wasn’t bleeding, thank goodness, but it hurt to lay on my back.  The pain in my thighs and my rear was awful. David sniffed his fingers, then he bent over me and shoved his hand between my legs again, working his fingers over my clitoris.  I squeezed my eyes shut.  He was very rough.  I worried he’d hurt it, he’d hurt my little nub.  
I brought my hands to my muzzle to keep from crying out as David put pressure on my clitoris, rubbing it harder.  I arched my back, my hands flying to the quilt and digging my fingers into it.  My thighs were wet again.  David slid one of his hands up and squeezed my breast.  He gave the pearls on my neck another tug.
“Open your eyes, Camille,” David said.
I did.  His face was very close to mine.  I moaned softly and immediately cursed myself.  At the same time I was trying to keep myself quiet.  
He rubbed my clitoris a little softer.  He pinched my nipple, rolling it between his fingers.  My nipple hardened and I swallowed back the urge to vomit again.  
“I know you’re thinking of him,” David whispered in my ear.
I shivered feeling his breath on my ear.  I felt sick inside.  
“No,” I replied softly.
“You’re lying,” David said.
I shook my head.
David kissed my lips.
“Did he kiss you like that?” he asked.
 I stayed silent, trying to concentrate on breathing.  He kissed my neck.
“Did he kiss you like that?” he asked.
He kissed my breasts, then he opened the corset, unhooking it from the front.  I cried out and greedily sucked in several breaths.  David kissed my naked belly.
“Answer me,” he said.
“No,” I said.
“No what? No he didn’t kiss you like that?” David demanded.
“No, he never kissed me like that,” I replied.
David smiled, it was a wicked smile, and he kissed back up to my neck.  He paused to run his tongue over my left nipple.  A shiver ran up my body and I shut my eyes to block him out.  
“Open your eyes, Camille,” David said.
I opened my eyes.
“Good girl,” David said.
He sat up on his knees and unbuckled his belt.  I saw his cock; it had a little brown spot on the head.  He rubbed the head of his cock on my thigh and up and down between my lower lips.  He put a hand on my thigh and then pushed his cock into me.  He rocked his hips slowly, then he started to rock faster.  One of his hands grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head.  He rubbed his hips against mine and I arched my back.  I bit my lip.  I didn’t want my body to enjoy this but it was.  It was humiliating!  Why was this happening to me?  David leaned over me again and I shut my eyes.
"Who had you first?" he breathed in my ear.
I didn't answer.  I didn't want to remember that day.
"Was it Mr. Bridshaw?" David asked.
I didn't answer at first, then I shook my head, "No."
"Was it that boy?" David asked.
I sniffed and bit my lip.
"Please don't," I begged him.
He rubbed his hips against mine again.  I felt his tongue again and then his lips on my nipple.
"Who was it?" his lips mumbled against my breast.  
I felt tears running down my cheeks.  
"Josh," I whimpered.  "My cousin, Josh."
I turned my face from him, keeping my eyes shut.  David licked my nipple again.  His lips touched my cheek and then my ear.
"I figured," he said into my ear.  "The way he looks at you.  How he insists on being near you at meals or where he can see you.  Pity I didn't know you sooner."  He nibbled at my ear and then added with a dark, cheerful tone, "But not too much a pity."
"I was a little girl," I choked.  "He forced himself on me as you did last night."
David kissed my cheek.
"Only because you forced me to," he said.
"I forced you to do nothing," I said.
I opened my eyes to look up at him.
"You are both vile," I said.  
He only smiled and thrust his hips harder against mine.  I shut my eyes again and gripped the quilt tightly.  
"Open your eyes, Camille," David said again.
I did.  He twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled my face close to his.  
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