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The nightmare begins.", "writing": "“Wake up,” I heard him say. \nI opened my eyes. The sunlight shining in through the window cast patterns on the carpet and the wall. I think it was morning. Late morning, most likely. I hoped it was all just a horrible dream. \n[i]Please let it have been a dream.[/i] I pleaded. \nThere was a throbbing pain between my legs. My bottom was still sore. My sides, my belly and my back stung where marks had formed from the tight corset digging into me last night. I turned my head and there he was, lying next to me with his arm around my waist. \n[i]Oh god why? [/i]\nHe was looking at me. Had he been watching me all night?\n“Good morning,” David said, smiling at me. \n[i]Is it good?[/i] I asked myself. \nAt least he had taken my corset off and allowed me to breathe last night. The one kind thing he’d done for me since we had met. I saw it laying in the crumpled heap that was our discarded clothing. I’d never felt so grateful to be able to breathe. If only my dreams had been as pleasant. \n“Good morning,” I said, trying to sound sweet. \nHe rubbed my belly and kissed my back. I bit my lip to keep from wincing as his hand moved over my marks. He kissed my shoulder, squeezed my belly and then kissed my neck. The squeeze forced a wince from me as his fingers pressed on my marks. I kept seeing that horrible red cane swinging. David moved closer to me and I winced as he pressed against my bruised rear. The sticky slickness of his cock rubbed against me. I made a face and David squeezed my waist again. \n“Did you sleep well?” he asked, mumbling into my shoulder. His fingers toyed with the pearl necklace around my neck, pulling it snug against my throat for a moment. \nI turned away from him briefly and tightened my lips, then looked back at him. \n“Yes,” I lied. \nDavid rubbed my belly again, then climbed over me and walked to the bathroom. He didn’t bother to pick up his pants. I stayed where I was. It was too painful to move, let alone sit up. He didn’t bother to close the door. Though I could not see him, I turned away in hopes of blocking out the sound of him urinating. I winced as I rolled over my welts. I was certain there would be more bruises. At least he remembered to flush. He came out and stood over me.\n“Get on the floor,” he said. \nI propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him over my shoulder. \n“No,” I said.\nHe raised a brow, giving me a questioning and annoyed look. \n“It’s so hard and I’m still in pain,” I said. \nDavid placed a hand on my shoulder and moved it down to the middle of my back. He bent forward so his face was close to mine. \n“If I have to move you, I will move you,” he said. \nI hesitated, then bit my lip as I rolled back over my welts again. I sat on the bed, took a breath, and then slowly slid off the bed onto the floor on my knees. David smiled down at me, gently lifting my chin with his finger. I tried not to look in the direction of his cock. It was semi-erect and covered with white splotches from our dried fluids, and it also smelled of an unpleasant combination of musk and urine.\n“You made a mess last night,” he said. \nI took another breath. \n“I’m sorry,” I said. \n“You’ll have to clean it up, you know that?” he said. \nHe moved his hand down and tugged lightly at the pearls around my neck. \n“Shall I fill the basin?” I asked him. \n“No, you will use your mouth,” he told me. \nMy jaw dropped at his words. I was about to speak but he twisted his fingers in my hair and presented his semi-erect cock to me. \n“No,” I said. \nIn response David forced his cock into my mouth. I gagged at the bitter taste of urine and dug my fingers into his thighs. Bile stirred in my belly. David groaned loudly as he began to thrust into my mouth. \n“Ah, that’s it,” he moaned. \nI kept quiet for the first few thrusts, but then I couldn’t take it anymore. The taste alone was driving me to vomit, and I sunk my teeth into his member. He yelped and pushed me away. I hit my head on the bedpost and winced. I fell on my welts and bruises; the carpet was not as soft as the mattress. David held his groin and glared down at me, panting heavily. I backed up but he was quick. He grabbed me by hair again and pulled me up on my knees. \n“That was a big mistake,” he said, before slapping me hard across the face. \nHe shoved me to the floor and pulled a long, velvet cord by the bed. A low bell sounded. \n“Get up, it’s time for breakfast,” David said. \n“I’m not hungry,” I said. \n“Get up,” he said. \nI didn’t wait for him to ask again. I stood up slowly, gritting my teeth. \n“Don’t do that, it’s unattractive,” he told me. \nI bit back a response. He was looking at himself in a nearby mirror, flexing his muscles. He refused to let me pick up my shift, and so I had to walk to my room naked. I managed to make it to my room without anyone seeing me. \nFor a while I sat on a pillow, staring at the tub. The water had to be cold by now. David’s pearls were laying on a nearby table near a basin. I had tried to brush and rinse the taste of David’s urine from my mouth earlier, but hints of it still lingered. I stood in front of the mirror and looked over my shoulder. Through my fur I could see how swollen my cheeks and thighs were. They were so red, like blood, and tinted with dark purple and blue. I sat back on my pillow, wondering how I’d sit in the bath. Maybe I could bundle some towels and use them as a pillow. \nMiss Bailie poked her head inside. \n“I’m naked,” I said. \nI don’t think she heard me. \nShe rushed over to me. \n“What have you been doing, Camille? We’ve been waiting for over half an hour!” she said, grabbing my wrist. \n“Nanny, don’t!” I said, pulling back. \n“David has been asking for you. What’s been keeping you,” Miss Bailie said, pulling me up. \n“Nanny, no!” I shouted, as she pulled me up off the pillow. \nI yanked myself from her grip and fell back on the pillow and cried out. \n[i]Damn him![/i] \nMiss Bailie pulled me up again but I slapped her hand away. I turned from her and pulled a towel around myself. There was a brief silence. Miss Bailie looked at me, then away and then at me again. I guess she’d seen my welts. \n“Come,” she said, pulling me towards the tub. \nShe had me sit down. \n“Tell him I’m unwell,” I said. \n“You have to go,” Miss Bailie said, wetting my hair. \n“I can wash myself,” I said. \n“Hush,” Miss Bailie said, though her tone wasn’t as hard as it usually was.\nShe cleaned me up, dried me gently, styled my hair and then helped me dress. She laced me into my corset but didn’t lace me as tight as she usually did. She allowed me to wear my blue dress. Josh still had not returned my pearls and I didn’t want to put on the ones David gave me. \n\n“I keep a dozen women in this house and not one of them is ever on time for a damn meal!” Daddy snapped, looking from me, to Mammy and then to Miss Balie and then back to me. Next to me David was cutting up his sausages. He’d given me a dark look when I came late to the table but because he was in Daddy’s presence, he put his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek, and then guided me into a seat next to him. \n“Like anyone can help it,” I mumbled as I sprinkled a little salt and pepper on my eggs. \n“What was that?” Daddy asked; demanded was more like it. \n“Nothing,” I replied, taking a bite of my eggs. \nThe seasonings did little to dull the taste of urine in my mouth and the hard chair was awful for my reddened, bruised bottom. It took all the strength I could muster to hide my pain at the table. Beneath the table David put his hand on my thigh and squeezed. \n“Keep in mind, dear,” Mammy chimed in. “Our clothing is more complex than yours, as is our beauty regime. If you want us to look presentable, then you can’t expect us to rush or be ready in the same time you are.”\nDaddy grunted and took a sip of his tea. \nMammy dabbed her lips with her napkin and turned to me. \n“Camille, you and David seem to be getting along well,” she said to me. \nMy ears perked up. Getting along well? Was she being serious? Did they not hear my screams from last and the night before?\nDavid gave my leg another squeeze and then put his arm around my waist again. He smiled and said, “We did have a rough beginning, but we’ve moved past that. I quite enjoy your daughter’s company.” He then turned to me and kissed my temple. \nI shut my eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled quietly. I forced a smile. \nMammy turned to Daddy and smiled. \n“It looks like this may work out nicely,” she said to him. \nHow could they think this was something to be excited over?\nDavid leaned toward me and whispered into my ear, “After breakfast, I want to see you upstairs.” \n\nI sat naked on the bed, watching him undress. He had quickly undressed me when I entered his room, but for himself he took his time. In between removing a garment he would take a pause to look at himself in the mirror and flex. I rolled my eyes. He was not [i]that[/i] good-looking. When he was done he approached me. He held two red scarves in his hand. He looked down at me and said, “I should beat you for what you did earlier.” \nI tried not to look nervous. \n“But then,” David went on, placing a hand on my shoulder again and then sliding it up to cup my chin. “You’d be useless. You need some time to heal. I need you to be able to walk.” \nWalk at all or walk straight? I thought, as he moved his hand up to cup my cheek. \n“You said once that you wanted to make me happy,” I told him. \nHe smiled. It was an evil looking smile. I wanted to be back in my room, away from him. \n“I did,” he said, lightly pinching my cheek. \nI pulled back but he roughly cupped my chin and forced me to look at him. I didn’t want him touching me. He let go of my chin, straightened up, and then said, “There is no way out of this, Camille.” \n“Why are you here?” I asked him. \nI bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to cry. \n“I don’t know you,” I choked out. “You don’t know me. We don’t care for each other. There are other girls who would drop to their knees willingly before you-” \n“Yes, there are others,” he jumped in. “I’ve had others. I don’t’ want the others. They don’t present as much of a challenge.”\nHe stepped closer to me. \n“This is primarily a marriage of convenience,” he said. \n“Convenient for whom?” I asked. \nHe smiled at me again. I hated his smile. Everything became dark when he smiled. \n“Give me your hands,” he said. \nI held up my hands and he tied the end of a scarf to each wrist. He pushed me onto my back and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper. The pillows provided my head with some cushioning while he tied the free ends of the scarves to the bed posts. He pushed my legs open and positioned himself between them. He slid his hands up my belly and over my breasts. One hand rested on my neck, his fingertips lightly tapping my throat. I bit my lip again and clenched my fists. \n[i]Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t allow him the satisfaction.[/i] I told myself. \nHe leaned over me and kissed my neck, then my lips. I hated that my body was reacting to him. His chest rubbed my breasts and my nipples became hard again. I pulled lightly at the scarves. I knew it was useless. Part of me hoped I could slip free. When I didn’t kiss him back, his hand lightly squeezed my throat. \n“I had no intention to beat you this morning but I may change my mind,” he said, a threatening tone in his voice. \nHe leaned close to me again, his lips brushing mine. I reluctantly kissed him. \n“Good girl,” he told me. \nHe kissed my cheek and then kissed my neck. He kissed along my collar bone and kissed my breasts. He flicked his tongue over one nipple and took the other between his lips to suck on it. My body arched into him. I lifted a foot, intending to push him off, but I put it down. I was tied up. He could do what he wanted and I didn’t want to find out what he would do if he got angry. He continued this, alternating between each breast, using his lips and tongue. He kissed down my body, lingering briefly on my belly to dip his tongue into my belly button for a moment before continuing down. He licked at my welts with his tongue and I shivered. He came to rest between my legs and kissed the inside my thigh. He drew his tongue up my thigh and then he bit me - hard. A scream caught itself in my throat and only a choked wince escaped. His teeth sank into the inside of my thigh again, as hard as before. He licked my thigh again, kissed the spot where he’d bitten me, then he bit me again. I feared I was bleeding. I didn’t want to know if I was. \n“Stop it!” I yelped. \nI kicked my leg and he held it down, biting me again. \n“I thought you enjoyed biting?” he asked, before biting me again. \nHe moved to my other thigh and bit me again. \n“Please stop,” I begged him. \nI could feel the grin on his face. He kissed up my body. He hovered over me again. \n“You will behave then?” he asked. \nI nodded quickly. \n“Yes,” I replied. \nHe smiled at me and kissed my forehead, then moved back down my body again. He licked up my cleft, his tongue catching my clitoris. I moaned softly, feeling sick as I did. He licked me again, parting my lower lips with his fingers to suck on my clitoris for a few moments. He moved his hands beneath me, bringing his hands up to tightly grip my thighs. The pain from the welts and bruises on my legs collected with the pleasure he was giving my clitoris in a sickening way. He massaged my clitoris with his tongue and then pressed his tongue into me. I moaned, but I wasn’t really enjoying it. I didn’t want him to think I was enjoying what he was doing but I didn’t want to get beaten, especially when I was so vulnerable. Even worse, there was something stirring in me as David’s tongue stirred in me. I think he could feel it. I could hear him chuckle as his tongue teased at some sensitive areas while his upper lip and nose rubbed my clitoris. My head tilted back and my body arched into him. \n[i]Stop it![/i] I told myself, but my body didn’t want to listen. \nI lifted my head weakly and looked down, trying to muffle my moans. My eyes and cheeks were hot from tears that welled in my eyes. I saw him dig his fingers into my thighs and I cried out. He circled my clitoris with his tongue and I saw him tilt his head to watch me out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth quirking into a sadistic smirk. I quickly looked away. He slipped his tongue back into me, resuming his cruel teasing. His hands moved up my sides and returned to holding my thighs. Below, inside, my muscles were clenching around David’s tongue. Then a wave washed over me, that same wave that had washed over me when I had touched myself many nights ago, and I collapsed against the pillows again. \n“No…” I winced. \nDavid purred and kissed my cunny, and then he sat up on his knees. He looked down at me and licked his lips. I weakly lifted my head again and saw his cock was hard. There was a white substance leaking from the head. He gathered it on his fingers and smeared it over his cock, then he slipped his cock into me. He slid in too easily. He was too big. He rocked his hips into me, his head tilting back with a groan. \n“Ah Camille,” he moaned. \nA cold chill traveled up my body. The night Josh came to my room was still fresh and alive in my mind. He sounded like Josh but his voice was deeper. \nDavid held my hips and rocked his hips back and forth slowly. The head of his cock rubbed over my sensitive areas, focusing on one in particular. His hands moved up my body again and squeezed my breasts. I shut my eyes, trying to block him out. I moaned to placate him, hoping he wouldn’t bite me or hit me if I did. If he thought I was enjoying this, what he was doing, maybe he wouldn’t hurt me. He pressed his hips to mine and ground them against me, then laid himself over me and curled his fingers in my hair to pull my head back. I didn’t try to resist him. He kissed my neck, then pressed his lips into my neck, breathing heavily against my skin. His hips began to gain some speed. I bit my lip. He groped my breasts again and reached up to untie my wrists. I laid my freed hands on my shoulders, then I put them on his shoulders. He didn’t object. I think I felt a smile form on his lips against my fur. His hips began to move faster. He held my waist and pressed his lips to my neck again. I knew what was coming. It was happening to me as well. I tried to fight it but I couldn’t stop it. I bit my lip, then I heard David gasp and cry out. His hot seed invaded my body and my thighs became wet and hot. He laid on me, holding himself up with one elbow, breathing hotly against my neck. He lifted his head after a few moments and smiled at me. \n“If you’d been this cooperative, we would have gotten off to a much better start,” he said in between heavy breaths. \nHe pulled out of me and then stood up, then said, “But it wouldn’t have been much fun.” \nHe walked to a chair where my shift from the other night had been draped, picked the flimsy garment up and handed it to me. \n“Go clean yourself up,” he said.\n\nI wasn’t bleeding, but there were teeth marks where he had bitten me. I had barricaded myself in my room for the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon. No one called for me, and there were no knocks on my door. That didn’t mean I was safe for the day. I looked to my bookcase. I had hidden several of the letters Mr. Bridshaw had written me. On a few occasions I had gotten some letters from Will. I missed hearing from them. I missed the both of them. I hoped Will was healing well. He looked awful when I saw him in the shed after Josh and his friends had brutally beaten him. I still felt guilty for not doing more to stop the assault. I should have tried to escape into the street and get help, but what would that do? People would either be shocked the Danes had a daughter or they would have assumed I was mad and locked me up. An asylum actually sounded like heaven compared to this mansion, if it could be called a mansion or home of any kind. \nI pushed myself up from my bed. The pain was still throbbing in my rear and the backs of my thighs but it was starting to lessen. I picked up a pillow and walked to the seat at my window. I could see David with Mammy in the garden. She seemed to be laughing at something. Something he said? I couldn’t imagine it being anything funny or appropriately funny. Then again, of course he would show a different side to Mammy and Daddy, but why would either of them care? They were horrible, and he was horrible, that’s why they chose him for me. That is why they gave me no choice and why they didn’t care about my feelings. \n[i]Perhaps he can make an obedient girl of you.[/i] Those had been Daddy’s words when he berated me after I had run to my room following my failure to help Will. \n[i]He will give you a big house, he will give you children and anything else you desire.[/i] Mammy had said to me when I expressed my displeasure to her and rejected David’s gifts. \n[i]What has love got to do with it if he has money?[/i] She had asked me when I told her I didn’t love David and probably never would. \n[i]If you don’t find someone now, who will want you later?[/i] She had said to me when I ignored her earlier words. I knew Mr. Bridshaw would want me, but how could I be with him when Mammy and Daddy were forcing me to marry David? David had attempted to kill me with that corset. Part of me longed for death. \nI hugged the pillow to my chest, and I wondered if Mammy had always been so submissive to Daddy. Had she been raised that way or did he beat her into submission like David was trying to do to me? Had he raped her like Josh and David had done to me, or did she just lay down for him? Did anyone else think about their mother like this? Did anyone else think to ask their mother these questions? I couldn’t ask her. She’d either scold me or deny everything. I then began to wonder about Daddy. Had he always been horrible to Mammy? Had he always been so horrible to women? Is that why he was with that boy? Was he still seeing that boy? I’d been so busy trying to avoid Josh that I didn’t think about Daddy’s affair. Daddy would probably deny everything, again. Did anyone else know or was it just me? I thought about telling Mammy. Maybe they would end things with David for me if I did. No, I would probably still be forced to marry David. I’d been punished for years for things I didn’t do and I didn’t want to be punished for something I actually did do. \nA knock at the door shook me from my thoughts. I stepped toward the door, pausing to place my pillow on my bed. I paused at the door. I didn’t want to ask who it was. I was afraid to ask. I forced myself to speak and regretted it instantly. \n“Who is there?” I asked. \n“I will give you three guesses,” came Josh’s voice. \nI swallowed bile that inched up my throat, and then unlocked and opened the door. Josh stepped into my room. He was dressed in a dark blue suit that seemed far too fancy for everyday wear. George followed him through the door. \n“What do you want this time?” I asked. \nJosh smiled and sat on my bed. He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and displayed my pink pearls. I clenched my fists briefly and swallowed hard, then held an open hand out for the necklace. Josh smirked and tucked the pearls into his hand, then waved a finger at me as if to scold me. I saw George jump onto my desk and circle around, knocking a few papers and my inkwell off. Thankfully the well was closed and didn’t spill. Mammy and Miss Bailie would have had a fit about the stain, and I would be the one getting whipped for it. \n“How much are they worth to you?” Josh asked me, holding each end of the short necklace in his hands. \nAnger began to rise in me. I knew what he was asking and I would not give it to him. \n“I will not be your whore!” I spat him. \nHe chuckled. That same chuckle David made earlier that morning. \n“Give me my pearls,” I said. “Give them to me now.” \nJosh stood up and removed his jacket. He laid it over my bed and stood in front of me. \n“I can still throw you down,” he said. “Just like I did when you were a little girl.” \nTears stung my eyes. \n“Shut up,” I hissed through gritted teeth. \nJosh grinned. He loosened his tie with his finger. \n“You’re still a little girl,” Josh said. \nHe tucked my pearls into his hand again and stepped closer to me. \n“A little girl who was never taught how to behave properly,” he said. “That will change soon.” \nHe towered over me. That day in the maze, four long years ago, flashed in my mind again. I heard his footsteps, felt the pressure of his body on me, heard him ripping my clothes and felt him force his cock into me. I remembered everything that followed. He stole so much from me. \nJosh reached behind me and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He yanked my head back, forcing me to look at him. \n“How did it feel when he took you?” he asked me.\nHe pulled me up some, forcing me onto my toes so my mouth was closer to his and I could feel his hot breath on my face. \n“Was it as good as when I took you?” Josh asked, a sadistic smirk on his lips. \nRed flashed in my mind. I slapped him hard and yanked my hair from his hands, wincing as I felt a few strands pulled out. I stormed toward my desk and grabbed George up by the scruff of his neck. The cat screeched and kicked but I held him well out of reach. It was a horrible thing for me to do but at that moment, I didn’t care. I rushed to the window and opened it, then I held George out. Though there were beds of flowers around the grounds of the house beneath each first floor window, there was also hard gravel beneath. I doubted George would land on his feet as it was assumed of all cats that fell from high heights. I saw Josh glaring at me. I could see anger in his eyes but also fear. George seemed to echo Josh’s emotions as he hissed and kicked in my grasp. Though he was horrid to everyone and everything, George was the one thing Josh cared about. He doted on this cat and I held its life in my hands at the moment. \n“Put him down now,” Josh ordered me. \n“Give me back my pearls!” I shouted at him, shaking George some. “Give me back my pearls and stay away from me!” \nI looked out the window. Mammy and David were gone but I didn’t know if they were within earshot anywhere. \n“I am not playing with you, Camille,” Josh growled. \n“I am [i]not[/i] playing with [i]you[/i], Josh!” I snapped at him. “I swear to God I will drop him! I will drop your damn cat out of this window right now if you do not give me back my pearls and get out of my room!”\nJosh continued to glare at me. I saw a sparkle in his eyes that looked like tears. If they were tears, he wasn’t letting them fall. I don’t think I had ever seen him cry before, not sincerely. We stood like this for what seemed like several minutes though it was probably only a couple. We stared at each other, neither of us willing to back off. Another few seconds passed and Josh broke first. He dropped my pearls onto the carpet and held his hands up, backing away a couple of steps. I pulled George back into the room, shut the window, and dropped the cat. He rushed across the carpet and Josh quickly picked him up. He made soothing sounds to the cat and stroked its ears. Immediately George was silent in Josh’s arms, tilting his head into the strokes. Josh cast a venomous look at me. \n“You will pay for this,” he said, and then quickly left my room. \nI stood in place, then took a deep breath and sank to my knees. My heart beat fast. I thought it would burst from my chest. Every one of my limbs felt like jelly. I couldn’t believe what I had just done. I hated myself and loved myself for it. I knew Josh would find some way to get back at me but I didn’t care about that the moment. [i]My pearls![/i] I pushed myself weakly to my feet and stumbled around my bed. I dropped to my knees again and picked up the strand of pink pearls. Tears welled in my eyes, my throat felt dry. I held them in my hands and pressed them to my lips. “I missed you,” I mumbled into them. I let the tears come and rocked on my knees, savoring the small victory I had achieved. I then noticed that Josh had left his coat. I picked it up. It felt like silk but it wasn’t. It was some kind of fabric similar to silk, probably just as expensive. A smile curled on my lips, and I crumpled the garment, opened my window again and hurled Josh’s coat into the garden. \n\nThe next day I sat in the Maple Room on a couch with my knitting. I’d considered giving it up, but it did help to calm my nerves and it was less painful than needlepoint. It was the only other room in which I would receive sanctuary from David and Josh. Mammy walked in and sat next to me. I received sanctuary from the men but the Maple Room was open to all of the women in the mansion. I briefly looked up to acknowledge Mammy’s presence but then went back to my knitting. \n“David and I were talking earlier in the garden,” Mammy said. \n“I saw you earlier,” I replied. \nMammy smiled, though it was a false smile. It did not reach her eyes. It was just something she did to acknowledge things people had said or pointed out. \n“David and I were talking,” Mammy said again. “He asked if you would accompany him to his home in Pembrokeshire, so you two can get to know each other better and you can see what your new home will be like. You’ll just be there for the fall.” \n“Oh,” I said, a knot forming in my stomach. \nPembrokeshire was so far from Kent. So far from Mr. Bridshaw and Will. And I would be there for an entire season with David. I didn’t even enjoy being with him for a few minutes. \n“You’ll be leaving with him in a week,” Mammy said. \nI nearly dropped my knitting. \n“I will not go with him,” I said. “I don’t want to go with him.”\n“This isn’t up for discussion, Camille,” Mammy said. \n“What discussion?” I asked. “Why wasn’t I part of it?” \n“It’s been decided, Camille,” Mammy said, and then left. \nI watched her leave, my mouth gaping in horror. My knitting slipped from my hands and bounced harmlessly along the floor. My hands, shaking, flew to my mouth. Tears stung my eyes. This couldn’t be happening, I tried to tell myself. I knew the truth. I wished for death to take me. \n\nDavid came to my room this time. Miss Bailie let him in. She was helping me get ready for bed. After dinner she drew me a bath. She allowed me to bathe myself but she insisted on helping me dry off. She laid my nightgown and robe out for me and I put them on, then she sat me down at my dressing table to brush my hair. She had started braiding my hair when a knock at my door drew her attention elsewhere, and she abandoned her work to answer the door. I stayed where I was, but in the mirror I saw David standing in the doorway to my room. He said something to Miss Bailie, something I couldn’t hear, and she left. He closed the door behind him and stood behind me, then he began to unbraid my hair. I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to stop a shiver from crawling up my spine. He combed his fingers through my curls, and then placed his fingers on my shoulders. He dragged his fingers up to my neck and closed them loosely around my neck. I swallowed another lump. My eyes and cheeks felt hot. I took a breath and closed my eyes, hoping David wouldn’t strangle me. He didn’t strangle me, but he did press his fingertips beneath my jaw to turn my head up to look at him. He smiled down at me and moved one of his hands down my neck, slipping his hand into my nightgown and cupped my breast. He squeezed my jaw with his other hand and leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips. I kissed him back. He could tell I didn’t really want to kiss him. He didn’t care. He squeezed my breast, then withdrew his hand and pressed his fingertip lightly into my throat. \n“Get into bed,” he said. \nI stood up, his hands slipped from my neck. I saw him undoing his robe, revealing those same pants he wore the night he caned me. He shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor in a heap. I crawled into the center of my bed. David followed and hovered over me. He kissed my cheek and pushed my nightgown up. His fingers touched my thigh and drew a trail up to my cunny. He dipped his fingers between my lips and gently massaged my clitoris, then slipped two fingers into me. I turned my face away and closed my eyes, gripping my lifted nightgown tightly in my hands. He fingered me quickly for a few moments and then withdrew his fingers. I heard him groan with disgust and I opened my eyes. David frowned at his fingers. I lifted my head and saw why. There was blood on his fingers. \n“Why didn’t you say anything?” he snapped at me. \nI opened my mouth but couldn’t speak. How could I have known? I had thought my time of the month would come later. I guess it had decided to come early. \n“I’m sorry, I thought… I thought it was due much later,” I said, and then readied myself for his hand. \nHe didn’t hit me. Instead he got off me and picked up his robe. He reached into the front pocket and took out a white handkerchief, which he used to clean his hand, and then he put his robe on. He tied it in place and dropped the handkerchief into a basket near my dressing table. \n“Clean yourself up,” David said, and then left my room, slamming my door as he did. \nOn my bed, I looked up at the ceiling. A wave of relief washed over me. One of the only two good feelings I had felt in a long time since my parents announced I was supposed to marry David. I closed my eyes, smiled and took a deep breath, and then tried to sleep. \n\nThe week went by quickly. In the late morning, Mammy and Daddy shoved me into the car with David and we were chauffeured to the train where we boarded quickly and were off. The sun was setting when we arrived in the town of Pembroke. David allowed me to travel unmolested, even though our compartment was fairly private. He allowed me to sleep for most of the trip but he woke me an hour before we were due to arrive. The sun was setting. David took the liberty of informing me of what was going to happen, what I could and couldn’t do, where I could go and where I couldn’t go, whom I could speak to and whom I could not. Much of what he said, Mammy had already told me in the Maple Room. I knew he had no interest in getting to know me. He had never shown any interest in getting to know me back at home. To him I was just an outlet to unleash his frustrations on and use as he wished. \n“Why now?” I asked him. \nHe looked at me, his face dark and serious, as if I was challenging him in a room of his peers. \n“You didn’t seem to want to get to know me back at my father’s mansion,” I went on. “Why should this be any different?”\nHe stared at me silently, then his hand found its way behind my neck. He gave my neck a firm squeeze and leaned toward me. \n“You are so pessimistic, Camille,” he said, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk. \n\nWhen our train stopped, we were greeted by a large spotted hyena dressed in black and two smaller, younger brown hyenas. David introduced him as his butler, Timur. He introduced the other hyenas as Mr. Parker and Mr. Williams. I hesitated before following David. The larger hyena was a head and a half taller than David and had much broader shoulders. He looked like he’d been in a few brawls. I wondered if he had ever killed anyone. David introduced me to Timur and he bowed to me. \n“Charmed,” Timur said. \nDespite his name, he had a Welsh accent. It sounded like he might have hailed from Cardiff. Maybe one or both of his parents, or another relative, had immigrated from Russia or Georgia. Mr. Parker and Mr. Williams gathered our luggage while Timur opened the car door for David and me. \n\nWe arrived at David’s mansion later that evening. In the fading light it appeared white and had four stories. The fourth story might have been an attic as it had only two windows. Most of the windows on the first and second floors were lit. David put his hand on my leg and leaned toward me. \n“Welcome to Woodburn Abbey,” David said. \nI wondered who came up with that title. Upon exiting the car, we were greeted by several male servants who retrieved our luggage while David led me into the mansion. There were a handful of maids and two more male servants waiting in front of a large staircase. Most of them didn’t seem too pleased to see David. Some of the maids seemed to look at me with sympathy. Their eyes seemed to tell everything. \nThe foyer’s floor was a mosaic of black and white tiles. The walls were colored a forest like green and mostly covered with portraits. There were three doors, or more like three sets of double doors on the first level, and one large archway that lead to an ornate dining room. The staircase lead to the second floor, which was more of an indoor balcony that wrapped around the three walls and lead to another staircase to the third level. There were two doors for each wall of the second floor. The third level had only three doors. I didn’t know if that was intentional. One of the doors was colored a dark red. I didn’t like the look of it. All of the doors seemed to have brass handles of various styles. Another staircase lead to the fourth level but seemed to disappear. \n“You missed lunch on the train while you were sleeping,” David told me, as he handed his hat and coat off to a young boy. “We will be having dinner soon. The maids will show you to your room and help you change.” \n\nMy room was set on the second floor. It was larger than my room at home and colored in shades of blue, brown and white. I had a wardrobe, a bed, a dressing table with a mirror and a chair, there was another chair near one of the windows. There were a couple of bookshelves but they were surprisingly empty. The books they contained, I’d already read many times and others I had no interest in. There was more floor space than there was needed and I couldn’t lock my door from the inside. The maids helped me unpack my things and then helped me change. We exchanged no words except when questions were asked and answers given. \n\nAt the table David and I ate mostly in silence. I ate slowly. I had tried to decline eating earlier. I told David I wasn’t feeling well but he told me to eat anyway. Half way through dinner I spoke. \n“What’s behind the red door?” I asked. \nDavid looked at me. \n“The red door, the one on the third floor,” I said. \nDavid took a sip of his wine. \n“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with right now,” he said. \nI saw the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk before he took another sip of his wine. \n\nHe didn’t allow me to go to my room for the night but instead lead me to his room. It was dark but for a single lamp. He took his time undressing me this time. He unlaced my dress and let it fall to the floor, then took my shift off and kissed my neck and shoulder. He unlaced my corset and took off my bloomers. He rubbed his hands over my belly, pulling me close to him. My welts were still sore and I winced softly. He nipped my ear in response and I yelped. I heard him chuckle and he turned me to face him. He told me to undress him. I started with his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt. I hung his garments on a nearby chair and then undid his pants. They were partially tented. I pulled his pants and his underwear down and folded them, setting them on the chair with his jacket and shirt. He was semi-erect.\nHe guided me to sit on his bed and put his finger under my chin to lift my head. In the lamplight he looked demonic. \n“Let’s try this again,” he said. \nHe moved his hand and pulled the pin from my hair to let it fall around my shoulders. \n“Give me your hands,” he told me. \nI presented my hands to them and he guided them to his cock. He closed my fingers around his girth. It grew more erect in my hands and I shut my eyes for a moment. His precum leaked from his cock and it still smelled of urine. I resisted the urge to gag and swallowed a hard lump in my throat. \n“I don’t know what to do,” I said. \nDavid only smiled at me. That dark, twisted smile of his. \n“You’re a smart girl,” he said, then added, “You’ll figure things out.” \nHe grabbed a fistful of my hair and said, “Now open your mouth.” \nI took his cock in my mouth. The taste of urine made bile stir in my belly but I pushed it back. David sighed and rocked his hips back and forth. His bitter precum and urine rubbed over my tongue and I tightened my lips in response. I heard David shudder and his cock seemed to vibrate on my tongue. \n“Use your tongue,” he purred. \nI rubbed my tongue over his shaft. I groaned into his length as the taste of his urine and precum grew stronger. That seemed to please him. \n“Good girl,” he moaned, rubbing my head with his other hand. \nHe began to thrust harder into my mouth. His balls tapped my chin and I groaned again. His hands left my hair and caressed my shoulders as he slowed his thrusting, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth in long, slow strokes. His pace quickened again and his hands returned to my hair. Between my legs there was a painful sensation growing. I squeezed my legs shut to try and alleviate it but it just seemed to make it worse. The head of is cock bumped against the back of my throat and pushed partway down. My hands squeezed his girth in reflex. That seemed to be all it took. I heard David gasp and my mouth was quickly filled with his seed. He pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly clamped my mouth shut. \n“Swallow it,” he told me. \nIt was difficult. My throat didn’t want to open. My bruises were still healing and I didn’t want more. I forced my throat to open as I swallowed David’s cum. I winced. My belly stirred again, threatening to force everything back up. David cupped my chin again and smiled down at me. \n“That was much better,” he said. \nHe pushed me further up onto the bed so I was laying against the pillows. \n“You deserve a little reward,” he told me, as he pushed my legs open with his knees. \nHe took my wrists in his hand and pinned them above my head. His free hand moved up my body to rub my breasts, cupping and squeezing them. He circled my nipples with his fingers, coaxing them to harden, and then bent his head. Cupping one breast, he circled one nipple with his tongue and then moved to the other breast to suck on my nipple. I allowed myself to relax a little. A soft moan escaped my lips and I bit them. Keeping my wrists clasped in his hand, David lowered them, pressing them into my sensitive stomach and pushed my legs open further, trapping one beneath his leg to keep me open. A cool breeze blew over my cunny and I shivered. I felt dizzy. My stomach stirred again. I swallowed hard again and I looked up at him, my eyes pleading. \n“I’m going to finger your cunny until you cum for me,” David said. \nI shook my head. He smiled at me again and then sucked on his finger, moistening it. He swiftly slid it into my cunny. I shut my eyes to block him out. \n“I’ve barely touched you and already you are soaking,” he said. \nHe fingered me quickly. His long finger was the right length to rub over my most sensitive areas and the slickness allowed his finger to move easily in and out. In between thrusts he would brush his thumb over my clitoris. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. The sounds pushed against my lips, wanting to break free. The burning sensation increased and seemed to spread throughout my body. I arched my back and tried in vain to close legs. David inserted a second finger. He brushed my clitoris with his thumb again. It forced a wince from me and a moan quickly followed. \n“Please stop,” I whimpered. \nHe hooked his fingers in me in response to massage a particularly swollen area in my cunny and massaged my clitoris with his thumb. My body tensed and arched again. I bit my lips again to stifle another moan but it quickly escaped. \n“Please,” I whimpered again. \n“Please what?” David asked. \n“Please stop,” I begged. \n“Stop?” he repeated, his tone taunting. “When you’re so close?” \nHe removed his thumb from my clitoris and resumed his fast thrusting. I arched my back into his hand. His thumb rubbed over my clitoris again and I cried out. I could almost feel his grin on me as I came over his hand. He pulled his fingers from my cunny. I opened my eyes to see him sucking on his fingers, moaning in pleasure from the taste. He pulled his fingers from his lips and released my hands. \n“My sweet Camille,” David purred. \nI swallowed another lump. \n“What do you say?” he asked. \n“Th-thank you,” I replied, my voice shaking. \n“Thank you for what?” David asked. \n“Thank you for making me cum,” I replied. \nDavid smiled and kissed my forehead, then said, “You’re welcome.”\nHe lifted himself off my leg and laid beside me, pushing the covers back with his feet and then pulling it up over us. He reached over me and turned off the lamp, then put his arm around my waist and hugged me close. \n“Go to sleep now,” he said, and then laid back and closed his eyes. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“Wake up,” I heard him say.
I opened my eyes.  The sunlight shining in through the window cast patterns on the carpet and the wall.  I think it was morning.  Late morning, most likely.  I hoped it was all just a horrible dream.
Please let it have been a dream. I pleaded.
There was a throbbing pain between my legs.  My bottom was still sore.  My sides, my belly and my back stung where marks had formed from the tight corset digging into me last night.  I turned my head and there he was, lying next to me with his arm around my waist.  
Oh god why?
He was looking at me.  Had he been watching me all night?
“Good morning,” David said, smiling at me.
Is it good? I asked myself.  
At least he had taken my corset off and allowed me to breathe last night.  The one kind thing he’d done for me since we had met.  I saw it laying in the crumpled heap that was our discarded clothing.  I’d never felt so grateful to be able to breathe.  If only my dreams had been as pleasant.  
“Good morning,” I said, trying to sound sweet.
He rubbed my belly and kissed my back.  I bit my lip to keep from wincing as his hand moved over my marks.  He kissed my shoulder, squeezed my belly and then kissed my neck.  The squeeze forced a wince from me as his fingers pressed on my marks.  I kept seeing that horrible red cane swinging.  David moved closer to me and I winced as he pressed against my bruised rear.  The sticky slickness of his cock rubbed against me.  I made a face and David squeezed my waist again.  
“Did you sleep well?” he asked, mumbling into my shoulder.  His fingers toyed with the pearl necklace around my neck, pulling it snug against my throat for a moment.  
I turned away from him briefly and tightened my lips, then looked back at him.  
“Yes,” I lied.  
David rubbed my belly again, then climbed over me and walked to the bathroom.  He didn’t bother to pick up his pants.  I stayed where I was.  It was too painful to move, let alone sit up.  He didn’t bother to close the door.  Though I could not see him, I turned away in hopes of blocking out the sound of him urinating.  I winced as I rolled over my welts.  I was certain there would be more bruises.   At least he remembered to flush.  He came out and stood over me.
“Get on the floor,” he said.
I propped myself up on my elbow and looked at him over my shoulder.  
“No,” I said.
He raised a brow, giving me a questioning and annoyed look.
“It’s so hard and I’m still in pain,” I said.
David placed a hand on my shoulder and moved it down to the middle of my back.  He bent forward so his face was close to mine.  
“If I have to move you, I will move you,” he said.
I hesitated, then bit my lip as I rolled back over my welts again.  I sat on the bed, took a breath, and then slowly slid off the bed onto the floor on my knees.  David smiled down at me, gently lifting my chin with his finger.  I tried not to look in the direction of his cock.  It was semi-erect and covered with white splotches from our dried fluids, and it also smelled of an unpleasant combination of musk and urine.
“You made a mess last night,” he said.
I took another breath.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
“You’ll have to clean it up, you know that?” he said.
He moved his hand down and tugged lightly at the pearls around my neck.
“Shall I fill the basin?” I asked him.
“No, you will use your mouth,” he told me.
My jaw dropped at his words.  I was about to speak but he twisted his fingers in my hair and presented his semi-erect cock to me.
“No,” I said.
In response David forced his cock into my mouth.  I gagged at the bitter taste of urine and dug my fingers into his thighs.  Bile stirred in my belly.  David groaned loudly as he began to thrust into my mouth.  
“Ah, that’s it,” he moaned.
I kept quiet for the first few thrusts, but then I couldn’t take it anymore.  The taste alone was driving me to vomit, and I sunk my teeth into his member.  He yelped and pushed me away.  I hit my head on the bedpost and winced.  I fell on my welts and bruises; the carpet was not as soft as the mattress.  David held his groin and glared down at me, panting heavily.  I backed up but he was quick.  He grabbed me by hair again and pulled me up on my knees.  
“That was a big mistake,” he said, before slapping me hard across the face.  
He shoved me to the floor and pulled a long, velvet cord by the bed.  A low bell sounded.  
“Get up, it’s time for breakfast,” David said.
“I’m not hungry,” I said.
“Get up,” he said.  
I didn’t wait for him to ask again.  I stood up slowly, gritting my teeth.  
“Don’t do that, it’s unattractive,” he told me.
I bit back a response.  He was looking at himself in a nearby mirror, flexing his muscles.  He refused to let me pick up my shift, and so I had to walk to my room naked.  I managed to make it to my room without anyone seeing me.  
For a while I sat on a pillow, staring at the tub.  The water had to be cold by now.  David’s pearls were laying on a nearby table near a basin.  I had tried to brush and rinse the taste of David’s urine from my mouth earlier, but hints of it still lingered.  I stood in front of the mirror and looked over my shoulder.  Through my fur I could see how swollen my cheeks and thighs were.  They were so red, like blood, and tinted with dark purple and blue.  I sat back on my pillow, wondering how I’d sit in the bath.  Maybe I could bundle some towels and use them as a pillow.  
Miss Bailie poked her head inside.
“I’m naked,” I said.
I don’t think she heard me.
She rushed over to me.
“What have you been doing, Camille?  We’ve been waiting for over half an hour!” she said, grabbing my wrist.  
“Nanny, don’t!” I said, pulling back.
“David has been asking for you.  What’s been keeping you,” Miss Bailie said, pulling me up.
“Nanny, no!” I shouted, as she pulled me up off the pillow.  
I yanked myself from her grip and fell back on the pillow and cried out.  
Damn him!
Miss Bailie pulled me up again but I slapped her hand away.  I turned from her and pulled a towel around myself.  There was a brief silence.  Miss Bailie looked at me, then away and then at me again.  I guess she’d seen my welts.
“Come,” she said, pulling me towards the tub.
She had me sit down.
“Tell him I’m unwell,” I said.
“You have to go,” Miss Bailie said, wetting my hair.
“I can wash myself,” I said.  
“Hush,” Miss Bailie said, though her tone wasn’t as hard as it usually was.
She cleaned me up, dried me gently, styled my hair and then helped me dress.  She laced me into my corset but didn’t lace me as tight as she usually did.  She allowed me to wear my blue dress.  Josh still had not returned my pearls and I didn’t want to put on the ones David gave me.

“I keep a dozen women in this house and not one of them is ever on time for a damn meal!” Daddy snapped, looking from me, to Mammy and then to Miss Balie and then back to me.  Next to me David was cutting up his sausages.  He’d given me a dark look when I came late to the table but because he was in Daddy’s presence, he put his arm around my waist and kissed my cheek, and then guided me into a seat next to him.
“Like anyone can help it,” I mumbled as I sprinkled a little salt and pepper on my eggs.
“What was that?” Daddy asked; demanded was more like it.
“Nothing,” I replied, taking a bite of my eggs.
The seasonings did little to dull the taste of urine in my mouth and the hard chair was awful for my reddened, bruised bottom.  It took all the strength I could muster to hide my pain at the table.  Beneath the table David put his hand on my thigh and squeezed.
“Keep in mind, dear,” Mammy chimed in.  “Our clothing is more complex than yours, as is our beauty regime.  If you want us to look presentable, then you can’t expect us to rush or be ready in the same time you are.”
Daddy grunted and took a sip of his tea.  
Mammy dabbed her lips with her napkin and turned to me.  
“Camille, you and David seem to be getting along well,” she said to me.
My ears perked up.  Getting along well?  Was she being serious?  Did they not hear my screams from last and the night before?
David gave my leg another squeeze and then put his arm around my waist again.  He smiled and said, “We did have a rough beginning, but we’ve moved past that.  I quite enjoy your daughter’s company.”  He then turned to me and kissed my temple.
I shut my eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled quietly.  I forced a smile.
Mammy turned to Daddy and smiled.
“It looks like this may work out nicely,” she said to him.
How could they think this was something to be excited over?
David leaned toward me and whispered into my ear, “After breakfast, I want to see you upstairs.”

I sat naked on the bed, watching him undress.  He had quickly undressed me when I entered his room, but for himself he took his time.  In between removing a garment he would take a pause to look at himself in the mirror and flex.  I rolled my eyes.  He was not that good-looking.  When he was done he approached me.  He held two red scarves in his hand. He looked down at me and said, “I should beat you for what you did earlier.”
I tried not to look nervous.
“But then,” David went on, placing a hand on my shoulder again and then sliding it up to cup my chin. “You’d be useless.  You need some time to heal.  I need you to be able to walk.”
Walk at all or walk straight? I thought, as he moved his hand up to cup my cheek.
“You said once that you wanted to make me happy,” I told him.  
He smiled.  It was an evil looking smile.  I wanted to be back in my room, away from him.  
“I did,” he said, lightly pinching my cheek.  
I pulled back but he roughly cupped my chin and forced me to look at him.  I didn’t want him touching me.  He let go of my chin, straightened up, and then said, “There is no way out of this, Camille.”
“Why are you here?” I asked him.
I bit my lip, trying to fight the urge to cry.  
“I don’t know you,” I choked out.  “You don’t know me.  We don’t care for each other.  There are other girls who would drop to their knees willingly before you-”
“Yes, there are others,” he jumped in.  “I’ve had others. I don’t’ want the others.  They don’t present as much of a challenge.”
He stepped closer to me.
“This is primarily a marriage of convenience,” he said.  
“Convenient for whom?” I asked.
He smiled at me again.  I hated his smile.  Everything became dark when he smiled.
“Give me your hands,” he said.
I held up my hands and he tied the end of a scarf to each wrist.  He pushed me onto my back and I bit my lip to stifle a whimper.  The pillows provided my head with some cushioning while he tied the free ends of the scarves to the bed posts.  He pushed my legs open and positioned himself between them.  He slid his hands up my belly and over my breasts.  One hand rested on my neck, his fingertips lightly tapping my throat.  I bit my lip again and clenched my fists.  
Don’t cry.  Don’t cry.  Don’t allow him the satisfaction.  I told myself.
He leaned over me and kissed my neck, then my lips.  I hated that my body was reacting to him.  His chest rubbed my breasts and my nipples became hard again.  I pulled lightly at the scarves.  I knew it was useless.  Part of me hoped I could slip free.  When I didn’t kiss him back, his hand lightly squeezed my throat.  
“I had no intention to beat you this morning but I may change my mind,” he said, a threatening tone in his voice.
He leaned close to me again, his lips brushing mine.  I reluctantly kissed him.
“Good girl,” he told me.  
He kissed my cheek and then kissed my neck.  He kissed along my collar bone and kissed my breasts.  He flicked his tongue over one nipple and took the other between his lips to suck on it.  My body arched into him.  I lifted a foot, intending to push him off, but I put it down.  I was tied up.  He could do what he wanted and I didn’t want to find out what he would do if he got angry.  He continued this, alternating between each breast, using his lips and tongue. He kissed down my body, lingering briefly on my belly to dip his tongue into my belly button for a moment before continuing down.  He licked at my welts with his tongue and I shivered.  He came to rest between my legs and kissed the inside my thigh.  He drew his tongue up my thigh and then he bit me - hard.  A scream caught itself in my throat and only a choked wince escaped.  His teeth sank into the inside of my thigh again, as hard as before.  He licked my thigh again, kissed the spot where he’d bitten me, then he bit me again.  I feared I was bleeding.  I didn’t want to know if I was.
“Stop it!” I yelped.
I kicked my leg and he held it down, biting me again.
“I thought you enjoyed biting?” he asked, before biting me again.  
He moved to my other thigh and bit me again.
“Please stop,” I begged him.
I could feel the grin on his face.  He kissed up my body.  He hovered over me again.
“You will behave then?” he asked.
I nodded quickly.
“Yes,” I replied.
He smiled at me and kissed my forehead, then moved back down my body again.  He licked up my cleft, his tongue catching my clitoris.  I moaned softly, feeling sick as I did.  He licked me again, parting my lower lips with his fingers to suck on my clitoris for a few moments.  He moved his hands beneath me, bringing his hands up to tightly grip my thighs.  The pain from the welts and bruises on my legs collected with the pleasure he was giving my clitoris in a sickening way.  He massaged my clitoris with his tongue and then pressed his tongue into me.  I moaned, but I wasn’t really enjoying it.  I didn’t want him to think I was enjoying what he was doing but I didn’t want to get beaten, especially when I was so vulnerable.  Even worse, there was something stirring in me as David’s tongue stirred in me.  I think he could feel it.  I could hear him chuckle as his tongue teased at some sensitive areas while his upper lip and nose rubbed my clitoris.  My head tilted back and my body arched into him.  
Stop it! I told myself, but my body didn’t want to listen.  
I lifted my head weakly and looked down, trying to muffle my moans.  My eyes and cheeks were hot from tears that welled in my eyes.  I saw him dig his fingers into my thighs and I cried out.  He circled my clitoris with his tongue and I saw him tilt his head to watch me out of the corner of his eye, the corner of his mouth quirking into a sadistic smirk.  I quickly looked away.  He slipped his tongue back into me, resuming his cruel teasing.  His hands moved up my sides and returned to holding my thighs.  Below, inside, my muscles were clenching around David’s tongue.  Then a wave washed over me, that same wave that had washed over me when I had touched myself many nights ago, and I collapsed against the pillows again.  
“No…” I winced.  
David purred and kissed my cunny, and then he sat up on his knees.  He looked down at me and licked his lips.  I weakly lifted my head again and saw his cock was hard.  There was a white substance leaking from the head.  He gathered it on his fingers and smeared it over his cock, then he slipped his cock into me.  He slid in too easily.  He was too big.  He rocked his hips into me, his head tilting back with a groan.  
“Ah Camille,” he moaned.
A cold chill traveled up my body.  The night Josh came to my room was still fresh and alive in my mind.  He sounded like Josh but his voice was deeper.
David held my hips and rocked his hips back and forth slowly.  The head of his cock rubbed over my sensitive areas, focusing on one in particular.  His hands moved up my body again and squeezed my breasts.  I shut my eyes, trying to block him out.  I moaned to placate him, hoping he wouldn’t bite me or hit me if I did.  If he thought I was enjoying this, what he was doing, maybe he wouldn’t hurt me.  He pressed his hips to mine and ground them against me, then laid himself over me and curled his fingers in my hair to pull my head back.  I didn’t try to resist him.  He kissed my neck, then pressed his lips into my neck, breathing heavily against my skin.  His hips began to gain some speed.  I bit my lip.  He groped my breasts again and reached up to untie my wrists.  I laid my freed hands on my shoulders, then I put them on his shoulders.  He didn’t object.  I think I felt a smile form on his lips against my fur.  His hips began to move faster.  He held my waist and pressed his lips to my neck again.  I knew what was coming.  It was happening to me as well.  I tried to fight it but I couldn’t stop it.  I bit my lip, then I heard David gasp and cry out.  His hot seed invaded my body and my thighs became wet and hot.  He laid on me, holding himself up with one elbow, breathing hotly against my neck.  He lifted his head after a few moments and smiled at me.  
“If you’d been this cooperative, we would have gotten off to a much better start,” he said in between heavy breaths.  
He pulled out of me and then stood up, then said, “But it wouldn’t have been much fun.”  
He walked to a chair where my shift from the other night had been draped, picked the flimsy garment up and handed it to me.  
“Go clean yourself up,” he said.

I wasn’t bleeding, but there were teeth marks where he had bitten me.  I had barricaded myself in my room for the rest of the morning and into the early afternoon.  No one called for me, and there were no knocks on my door.  That didn’t mean I was safe for the day.  I looked to my bookcase.  I had hidden several of the letters Mr. Bridshaw had written me.  On a few occasions I had gotten some letters from Will.  I missed hearing from them.  I missed the both of them.  I hoped Will was healing well.  He looked awful when I saw him in the shed after Josh and his friends had brutally beaten him.  I still felt guilty for not doing more to stop the assault.  I should have tried to escape into the street and get help, but what would that do?  People would either be shocked the Danes had a daughter or they would have assumed I was mad and locked me up.  An asylum actually sounded like heaven compared to this mansion, if it could be called a mansion or home of any kind.  
I pushed myself up from my bed.  The pain was still throbbing in my rear and the backs of my thighs but it was starting to lessen.  I picked up a pillow and walked to the seat at my window.  I could see David with Mammy in the garden.  She seemed to be laughing at something.  Something he said?  I couldn’t imagine it being anything funny or appropriately funny.  Then again, of course he would show a different side to Mammy and Daddy, but why would either of them care?  They were horrible, and he was horrible, that’s why they chose him for me.  That is why they gave me no choice and why they didn’t care about my feelings.  
Perhaps he can make an obedient girl of you.  Those had been Daddy’s words when he berated me after I had run to my room following my failure to help Will.  
He will give you a big house, he will give you children and anything else you desire.  Mammy had said to me when I expressed my displeasure to her and rejected David’s gifts.  
What has love got to do with it if he has money?  She had asked me when I told her I didn’t love David and probably never would.  
If you don’t find someone now, who will want you later? She had said to me when I ignored her earlier words.  I knew Mr. Bridshaw would want me, but how could I be with him when Mammy and Daddy were forcing me to marry David?  David had attempted to kill me with that corset.  Part of me longed for death.  
I hugged the pillow to my chest, and I wondered if Mammy had always been so submissive to Daddy.  Had she been raised that way or did he beat her into submission like David was trying to do to me?  Had he raped her like Josh and David had done to me, or did she just lay down for him?  Did anyone else think about their mother like this?  Did anyone else think to ask their mother these questions? I couldn’t ask her.  She’d either scold me or deny everything.  I then began to wonder about Daddy.  Had he always been horrible to Mammy?  Had he always been so horrible to women?  Is that why he was with that boy?  Was he still seeing that boy?  I’d been so busy trying to avoid Josh that I didn’t think about Daddy’s affair.  Daddy would probably deny everything, again.  Did anyone else know or was it just me?  I thought about telling Mammy.  Maybe they would end things with David for me if I did.  No, I would probably still be forced to marry David.  I’d been punished for years for things I didn’t do and I didn’t want to be punished for something I actually did do.  
A knock at the door shook me from my thoughts.  I stepped toward the door, pausing to place my pillow on my bed.  I paused at the door.  I didn’t want to ask who it was.  I was afraid to ask.  I forced myself to speak and regretted it instantly.
“Who is there?” I asked.
“I will give you three guesses,” came Josh’s voice.  
I swallowed bile that inched up my throat, and then unlocked and opened the door.  Josh stepped into my room.  He was dressed in a dark blue suit that seemed far too fancy for everyday wear.  George followed him through the door.  
“What do you want this time?” I asked.
Josh smiled and sat on my bed.  He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and displayed my pink pearls.  I clenched my fists briefly and swallowed hard, then held an open hand out for the necklace.  Josh smirked and tucked the pearls into his hand, then waved a finger at me as if to scold me.  I saw George jump onto my desk and circle around, knocking a few papers and my inkwell off.  Thankfully the well was closed and didn’t spill.  Mammy and Miss Bailie would have had a fit about the stain, and I would be the one getting whipped for it.
“How much are they worth to you?” Josh asked me, holding each end of the short necklace in his hands.
Anger began to rise in me.  I knew what he was asking and I would not give it to him.
“I will not be your whore!” I spat him.
He chuckled.  That same chuckle David made earlier that morning.  
“Give me my pearls,” I said.  “Give them to me now.”
Josh stood up and removed his jacket.  He laid it over my bed and stood in front of me.
“I can still throw you down,” he said. “Just like I did when you were a little girl.”  
Tears stung my eyes.
“Shut up,” I hissed through gritted teeth.
Josh grinned.  He loosened his tie with his finger.
“You’re still a little girl,” Josh said.  
He tucked my pearls into his hand again and stepped closer to me.
“A little girl who was never taught how to behave properly,” he said.  “That will change soon.”
He towered over me.  That day in the maze, four long years ago, flashed in my mind again.  I heard his footsteps, felt the pressure of his body on me, heard him ripping my clothes and felt him force his cock into me.  I remembered everything that followed.  He stole so much from me.  
Josh reached behind me and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He yanked my head back, forcing me to look at him.  
“How did it feel when he took you?” he asked me.
He pulled me up some, forcing me onto my toes so my mouth was closer to his and I could feel his hot breath on my face.
“Was it as good as when I took you?” Josh asked, a sadistic smirk on his lips.
Red flashed in my mind.  I slapped him hard and yanked my hair from his hands, wincing as I felt a few strands pulled out.  I stormed toward my desk and grabbed George up by the scruff of his neck.  The cat screeched and kicked but I held him well out of reach.  It was a horrible thing for me to do but at that moment, I didn’t care.  I rushed to the window and opened it, then I held George out.  Though there were beds of flowers around the grounds of the house beneath each first floor window, there was also hard gravel beneath.  I doubted George would land on his feet as it was assumed of all cats that fell from high heights.  I saw Josh glaring at me.  I could see anger in his eyes but also fear.  George seemed to echo Josh’s emotions as he hissed and kicked in my grasp.  Though he was horrid to everyone and everything, George was the one thing Josh cared about.  He doted on this cat and I held its life in my hands at the moment.
“Put him down now,” Josh ordered me.    
“Give me back my pearls!” I shouted at him, shaking George some.  “Give me back my pearls and stay away from me!”
I looked out the window.  Mammy and David were gone but I didn’t know if they were within earshot anywhere.  
“I am not playing with you, Camille,” Josh growled.  
“I am not playing with you, Josh!” I snapped at him.  “I swear to God I will drop him!  I will drop your damn cat out of this window right now if you do not give me back my pearls and get out of my room!”
Josh continued to glare at me.  I saw a sparkle in his eyes that looked like tears.  If they were tears, he wasn’t letting them fall.  I don’t think I had ever seen him cry before, not sincerely.  We stood like this for what seemed like several minutes though it was probably only a couple.  We stared at each other, neither of us willing to back off.  Another few seconds passed and Josh broke first.  He dropped my pearls onto the carpet and held his hands up, backing away a couple of steps.  I pulled George back into the room, shut the window, and dropped the cat.  He rushed across the carpet and Josh quickly picked him up.  He made soothing sounds to the cat and stroked its ears.  Immediately George was silent in Josh’s arms, tilting his head into the strokes.  Josh cast a venomous look at me.  
“You will pay for this,” he said, and then quickly left my room.  
I stood in place, then took a deep breath and sank to my knees.  My heart beat fast.  I thought it would burst from my chest.  Every one of my limbs felt like jelly. I couldn’t believe what I had just done.  I hated myself and loved myself for it.  I knew Josh would find some way to get back at me but I didn’t care about that the moment.  My pearls!  I pushed myself weakly to my feet and stumbled around my bed.  I dropped to my knees again and picked up the strand of pink pearls.  Tears welled in my eyes, my throat felt dry.  I held them in my hands and pressed them to my lips.  “I missed you,” I mumbled into them.  I let the tears come and rocked on my knees, savoring the small victory I had achieved.  I then noticed that Josh had left his coat.  I picked it up.  It felt like silk but it wasn’t.  It was some kind of fabric similar to silk, probably just as expensive.  A smile curled on my lips, and I crumpled the garment, opened my window again and hurled Josh’s coat into the garden.

The next day I sat in the Maple Room on a couch with my knitting.  I’d considered giving it up, but it did help to calm my nerves and it was less painful than needlepoint.  It was the only other room in which I would receive sanctuary from David and Josh.  Mammy walked in and sat next to me.  I received sanctuary from the men but the Maple Room was open to all of the women in the mansion.  I briefly looked up to acknowledge Mammy’s presence but then went back to my knitting.  
“David and I were talking earlier in the garden,” Mammy said.
“I saw you earlier,” I replied.  
Mammy smiled, though it was a false smile.  It did not reach her eyes.  It was just something she did to acknowledge things people had said or pointed out.
“David and I were talking,” Mammy said again. “He asked if you would accompany him to his home in Pembrokeshire, so you two can get to know each other better and you can see what your new home will be like.  You’ll just be there for the fall.”
“Oh,” I said, a knot forming in my stomach.
Pembrokeshire was so far from Kent.  So far from Mr. Bridshaw and Will.  And I would be there for an entire season with David.  I didn’t even enjoy being with him for a few minutes.  
“You’ll be leaving with him in a week,” Mammy said.  
I nearly dropped my knitting.  
“I will not go with him,” I said. “I don’t want to go with him.”
“This isn’t up for discussion, Camille,” Mammy said.
“What discussion?” I asked.  “Why wasn’t I part of it?”
“It’s been decided, Camille,” Mammy said, and then left.  
I watched her leave, my mouth gaping in horror.  My knitting slipped from my hands and bounced harmlessly along the floor.  My hands, shaking, flew to my mouth.  Tears stung my eyes.  This couldn’t be happening, I tried to tell myself.  I knew the truth.  I wished for death to take me.  

David came to my room this time.  Miss Bailie let him in.  She was helping me get ready for bed.  After dinner she drew me a bath.  She allowed me to bathe myself but she insisted on helping me dry off.  She laid my nightgown and robe out for me and I put them on, then she sat me down at my dressing table to brush my hair.  She had started braiding my hair when a knock at my door drew her attention elsewhere, and she abandoned her work to answer the door.  I stayed where I was, but in the mirror I saw David standing in the doorway to my room.  He said something to Miss Bailie, something I couldn’t hear, and she left.  He closed the door behind him and stood behind me, then he began to unbraid my hair.  I swallowed a lump in my throat and tried to stop a shiver from crawling up my spine.  He combed his fingers through my curls, and then placed his fingers on my shoulders.  He dragged his fingers up to my neck and closed them loosely around my neck.  I swallowed another lump.  My eyes and cheeks felt hot.  I took a breath and closed my eyes, hoping David wouldn’t strangle me.  He didn’t strangle me, but he did press his fingertips beneath my jaw to turn my head up to look at him.   He smiled down at me and moved one of his hands down my neck, slipping his hand into my nightgown and cupped my breast.  He squeezed my jaw with his other hand and leaned forward to place a kiss on my lips.  I kissed him back.  He could tell I didn’t really want to kiss him.  He didn’t care.  He squeezed my breast, then withdrew his hand and pressed his fingertip lightly into my throat.  
“Get into bed,” he said.  
I stood up, his hands slipped from my neck.  I saw him undoing his robe, revealing those same pants he wore the night he caned me.  He shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor in a heap.  I crawled into the center of my bed.  David followed and hovered over me.  He kissed my cheek and pushed my nightgown up.  His fingers touched my thigh and drew a trail up to my cunny.  He dipped his fingers between my lips and gently massaged my clitoris, then slipped two fingers into me.  I turned my face away and closed my eyes, gripping my lifted nightgown tightly in my hands.  He fingered me quickly for a few moments and then withdrew his fingers.  I heard him groan with disgust and I opened my eyes.  David frowned at his fingers.  I lifted my head and saw why.   There was blood on his fingers.  
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he snapped at me.
I opened my mouth but couldn’t speak.  How could I have known?  I had thought my time of the month would come later.  I guess it had decided to come early.  
“I’m sorry, I thought… I thought it was due much later,” I said, and then readied myself for his hand.
He didn’t hit me.  Instead he got off me and picked up his robe.  He reached into the front pocket and took out a white handkerchief, which he used to clean his hand, and then he put his robe on.  He tied it in place and dropped the handkerchief into a basket near my dressing table.
“Clean yourself up,” David said, and then left my room, slamming my door as he did.
On my bed, I looked up at the ceiling.  A wave of relief washed over me.  One of the only two good feelings I had felt in a long time since my parents announced I was supposed to marry David.  I closed my eyes, smiled and took a deep breath, and then tried to sleep.

The week went by quickly.  In the late morning, Mammy and Daddy shoved me into the car with David and we were chauffeured to the train where we boarded quickly and were off.  The sun was setting when we arrived in the town of Pembroke.  David allowed me to travel unmolested, even though our compartment was fairly private.  He allowed me to sleep for most of the trip but he woke me an hour before we were due to arrive.  The sun was setting.  David took the liberty of informing me of what was going to happen, what I could and couldn’t do, where I could go and where I couldn’t go, whom I could speak to and whom I could not.  Much of what he said, Mammy had already told me in the Maple Room.  I knew he had no interest in getting to know me.  He had never shown any interest in getting to know me back at home.  To him I was just an outlet to unleash his frustrations on and use as he wished.  
“Why now?” I asked him.
He looked at me, his face dark and serious, as if I was challenging him in a room of his peers.
“You didn’t seem to want to get to know me back at my father’s mansion,” I went on.  “Why should this be any different?”
He stared at me silently, then his hand found its way behind my neck.  He gave my neck a firm squeeze and leaned toward me.  
“You are so pessimistic, Camille,” he said, the corner of his mouth curled into a smirk.

When our train stopped, we were greeted by a large spotted hyena dressed in black and two smaller, younger brown hyenas.  David introduced him as his butler, Timur.  He introduced the other hyenas as Mr. Parker and Mr. Williams.  I hesitated before following David.  The larger hyena was a head and a half taller than David and had much broader shoulders.  He looked like he’d been in a few brawls.  I wondered if he had ever killed anyone.  David introduced me to Timur and he bowed to me.  
“Charmed,” Timur said.  
Despite his name, he had a Welsh accent.  It sounded like he might have hailed from Cardiff.  Maybe one or both of his parents, or another relative, had immigrated from Russia or Georgia.  Mr. Parker and Mr. Williams gathered our luggage while Timur opened the car door for David and me.

We arrived at David’s mansion later that evening.  In the fading light it appeared white and had four stories.  The fourth story might have been an attic as it had only two windows.  Most of the windows on the first and second floors were lit.  David put his hand on my leg and leaned toward me.
“Welcome to Woodburn Abbey,” David said.  
I wondered who came up with that title.  Upon exiting the car, we were greeted by several male servants who retrieved our luggage while David led me into the mansion.  There were a handful of maids and two more male servants waiting in front of a large staircase.  Most of them didn’t seem too pleased to see David.  Some of the maids seemed to look at me with sympathy.  Their eyes seemed to tell everything.
The foyer’s floor was a mosaic of black and white tiles. The walls were colored a forest like green and mostly covered with portraits.  There were three doors, or more like three sets of double doors on the first level, and one large archway that lead to an ornate dining room.  The staircase lead to the second floor, which was more of an indoor balcony that wrapped around the three walls and lead to another staircase to the third level.  There were two doors for each wall of the second floor.  The third level had only three doors.  I didn’t know if that was intentional.  One of the doors was colored a dark red.  I didn’t like the look of it.  All of the doors seemed to have brass handles of various styles.  Another staircase lead to the fourth level but seemed to disappear.  
“You missed lunch on the train while you were sleeping,” David told me, as he handed his hat and coat off to a young boy.  “We will be having dinner soon.  The maids will show you to your room and help you change.”

My room was set on the second floor.  It was larger than my room at home and colored in shades of blue, brown and white.  I had a wardrobe, a bed, a dressing table with a mirror and a chair, there was another chair near one of the windows.  There were a couple of bookshelves but they were surprisingly empty.  The books they contained, I’d already read many times and others I had no interest in.  There was more floor space than there was needed and I couldn’t lock my door from the inside.  The maids helped me unpack my things and then helped me change.  We exchanged no words except when questions were asked and answers given.  

At the table David and I ate mostly in silence.  I ate slowly.  I had tried to decline eating earlier.  I told David I wasn’t feeling well but he told me to eat anyway.  Half way through dinner I spoke.
“What’s behind the red door?” I asked.
David looked at me.
“The red door, the one on the third floor,” I said.
David took a sip of his wine.  
“It’s nothing you need to concern yourself with right now,” he said.
I saw the corner of his mouth lift in a smirk before he took another sip of his wine.  

He didn’t allow me to go to my room for the night but instead lead me to his room.  It was dark but for a single lamp.  He took his time undressing me this time.  He unlaced my dress and let it fall to the floor, then took my shift off and kissed my neck and shoulder.  He unlaced my corset and took off my bloomers.  He rubbed his hands over my belly, pulling me close to him.  My welts were still sore and I winced softly.  He nipped my ear in response and I yelped.  I heard him chuckle and he turned me to face him.  He told me to undress him.  I started with his jacket and unbuttoned his shirt.  I hung his garments on a nearby chair and then undid his pants.  They were partially tented.  I pulled his pants and his underwear down and folded them, setting them on the chair with his jacket and shirt.  He was semi-erect.
He guided me to sit on his bed and put his finger under my chin to lift my head.  In the lamplight he looked demonic.  
“Let’s try this again,” he said.
He moved his hand and pulled the pin from my hair to let it fall around my shoulders.
“Give me your hands,” he told me.
I presented my hands to them and he guided them to his cock.  He closed my fingers around his girth.  It grew more erect in my hands and I shut my eyes for a moment.  His precum leaked from his cock and it still smelled of urine.  I resisted the urge to gag and swallowed a hard lump in my throat.
“I don’t know what to do,” I said.
David only smiled at me.  That dark, twisted smile of his.
“You’re a smart girl,” he said, then added, “You’ll figure things out.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and said, “Now open your mouth.”
I took his cock in my mouth.  The taste of urine made bile stir in my belly but I pushed it back.  David sighed and rocked his hips back and forth.  His bitter precum and urine rubbed over my tongue and I tightened my lips in response.  I heard David shudder and his cock seemed to vibrate on my tongue.
“Use your tongue,” he purred.
I rubbed my tongue over his shaft.  I groaned into his length as the taste of his urine and precum grew stronger.  That seemed to please him.
“Good girl,” he moaned, rubbing my head with his other hand.
He began to thrust harder into my mouth.  His balls tapped my chin and I groaned again.  His hands left my hair and caressed my shoulders as he slowed his thrusting, sliding his cock in and out of my mouth in long, slow strokes.  His pace quickened again and his hands returned to my hair.  Between my legs there was a painful sensation growing.  I squeezed my legs shut to try and alleviate it but it just seemed to make it worse.  The head of is cock bumped against the back of my throat and pushed partway down.  My hands squeezed his girth in reflex.  That seemed to be all it took.  I heard David gasp and my mouth was quickly filled with his seed.  He pulled his cock from my mouth and quickly clamped my mouth shut.
“Swallow it,” he told me.  
It was difficult.  My throat didn’t want to open.  My bruises were still healing and I didn’t want more.  I forced my throat to open as I swallowed David’s cum.  I winced.  My belly stirred again, threatening to force everything back up.  David cupped my chin again and smiled down at me.
“That was much better,” he said.  
He pushed me further up onto the bed so I was laying against the pillows.
“You deserve a little reward,” he told me, as he pushed my legs open with his knees.
He took my wrists in his hand and pinned them above my head.  His free hand moved up my body to rub my breasts, cupping and squeezing them.  He circled my nipples with his fingers, coaxing them to harden, and then bent his head.  Cupping one breast, he circled one nipple with his tongue and then moved to the other breast to suck on my nipple.  I allowed myself to relax a little.  A soft moan escaped my lips and I bit them. Keeping my wrists clasped in his hand, David lowered them, pressing them into my sensitive stomach and pushed my legs open further, trapping one beneath his leg to keep me open.  A cool breeze blew over my cunny and I shivered.  I felt dizzy.  My stomach stirred again.  I swallowed hard again and I looked up at him, my eyes pleading.
“I’m going to finger your cunny until you cum for me,” David said.  
I shook my head.  He smiled at me again and then sucked on his finger, moistening it.  He swiftly slid it into my cunny. I shut my eyes to block him out.
“I’ve barely touched you and already you are soaking,” he said.
He fingered me quickly.  His long finger was the right length to rub over my most sensitive areas and the slickness allowed his finger to move easily in and out.  In between thrusts he would brush his thumb over my clitoris.  I bit my lip to keep from moaning.  The sounds pushed against my lips, wanting to break free.  The burning sensation increased and seemed to spread throughout my body.  I arched my back and tried in vain to close legs.  David inserted a second finger.  He brushed my clitoris with his thumb again.  It forced a wince from me and a moan quickly followed.
“Please stop,” I whimpered.  
He hooked his fingers in me in response to massage a particularly swollen area in my cunny and massaged my clitoris with his thumb.  My body tensed and arched again.  I bit my lips again to stifle another moan but it quickly escaped.
“Please,” I whimpered again.
“Please what?” David asked.  
“Please stop,” I begged.
“Stop?” he repeated, his tone taunting. “When you’re so close?”
He removed his thumb from my clitoris and resumed his fast thrusting.  I arched my back into his hand.  His thumb rubbed over my clitoris again and I cried out.  I could almost feel his grin on me as I came over his hand.  He pulled his fingers from my cunny.  I opened my eyes to see him sucking on his fingers, moaning in pleasure from the taste.  He pulled his fingers from his lips and released my hands.  
“My sweet Camille,” David purred.  
I swallowed another lump.  
“What do you say?” he asked.
“Th-thank you,” I replied, my voice shaking.
“Thank you for what?” David asked.
“Thank you for making me cum,” I replied.
David smiled and kissed my forehead, then said, “You’re welcome.”
He lifted himself off my leg and laid beside me, pushing the covers back with his feet and then pulling it up over us.  He reached over me and turned off the lamp, then put his arm around my waist and hugged me close.
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