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.Jurek brought that cane down on her until his arm was tired, until her buttocks were a mass of thin, angry red lines that criss-crossed down its length and even halfway down the tender, excruciatingly tender backs of her thighs.And then he put the cane away, dressed, and left the room, saying nothing more to her, leaving her right where she was, scarecrowed buck naked against the wall, her bottom stinging and throbbing fit to drive her insane.Cassie didn’t know how long he’d been gone, but she knew exactly what she was going to say when he came back.And when he returned with a tray of food, she couldn’t blurt it out fast enough, stumbling and stuttering nervously, her tongue tripping over itself in order to get the information he wanted out as quickly as possible.“I – I d-don’t know wh-when my last.time w-was, but the m-month bef-fore was the fifteenth th-through the eighteenth.”Jurek didn’t acknowledge what she’d said in the least, but put the food to one side on an occasional table and took up right where he had left off, as if she hadn’t just answered her question, laying down another set of strokes over the fresh ones from a very short time ago.In the middle of that, he became tired of hearing her screams and moans, and gagged her again, then finished her off by using not one but two of the vicious implements at the same time, giving her double the agony.After having put them both away in an ornate jar that looked like it had been designed to hold umbrellas, he stood behind her, pressing himself up against her blazing butt and rubbing himself against its searing heat.He reached up and grabbed another hunk of hair, close to her scalp, arching her neck back painfully and whispering into her ear, “The next time I tell you to do something, you’re going to do it as soon as I ask you to, aren’t you?”Although it hurt her to do so, Cassie nonetheless nodded her head very vehemently in agreement.He let go of her head but didn’t make a move to free her.Instead he sank down on the bed and admired his handiwork as he ate a bit of breakfast and listened to her weep behind the gag.Eventually, after he had eaten what he wanted of the fare, he got up and removed her from the shackles to force her to kneel on the floor before him as he reclaimed his seat and fed her from his own hand.Not too much, of course.He believed that females who weren’t breeding needed to be kept hungry so they would be that much more interested in becoming pregnant.Breeding females – at least those such as Cassie - were fed very generously of the highest quality food money could buy, and she – with her crowning glory of hair – would be the most cosseted among them, if you could call it that.Even the lowly born ones were fed much better once they were pregnant – worlds better than they would have eaten on their own or at home.This set the pattern to Cassie’s life.She was rarely ever alone.Jurek was nearly always with her, and if he couldn’t be, then either the matrons or, on rarer occasions, the Count, would come to babysit her.Why they thought she needed looking after when Jurek always left her bound to the bed, she never knew, but there was always a watchful pair of eyes on her even when she was entirely helpless.She ate and drank only that which he gave her, and never at table.All of those fine manners her Mother had tried to drill into her went entirely to waist.Nothing had ever been mentioned to her about what the etiquette of eating at a man’s feet was.And although she always had lofty ideals of refusing sustenance, it never lasted any longer than seeing him offer her a bit off food because she was kept constantly hungry.She was never dressed any more, either, unless one considered the collar, cuffs and chains that Jurek had had the smithy weld onto each of her wrists and ankles in a manner that seemed to be quite permanent, even the collar itself would take another smithy to remove.As he had to discipline her quite a bit, Jurek had decided that she needed a more permanent reminder of her new station in life, and now, every time she moved in any way at all, her chains – which were solidly built but somehow also rather delicate – tinkled, screaming with every aborted movement to block a blow or bucking of her hips in the wild clutches of an untamed reaction to his constant rubbing between her legs, her status was tolled by the restraints she was forced to wear.Her day was full of almost nothing but sex.Jurek was absolutely insatiable, and he often plied her with whatever it was that was secreted in the drinks, forcing her to overcome her natural reticence about what was being done to her and what she was having to do to him, not allowing her to hide her responses behind a puritanical face but throwing her into her own sensuality whenever he desired her, taking everything she had every time, crowing to her about how wonderfully she responded to him, rubbing her face in it and enjoying every second of both her ultimate pleasure and the agonizing pain he demanded from her and got, in nearly equal portions.He had absolutely no conscience about when he slid into her – day, night, morning, afternoon – it was all the same to him, and thus he didn’t want to hear a word from her in protest, about anything he did to her.One time, as a punishment of a different kind when she had been slow in complying with an edict of his for whatever reason, he tied her to the bed, over several pillows, and opened the top drawer of his nightstand, reaching in to pull out a few things that she couldn’t see, because he had gagged her as well as blindfolding her and put muffs over her ears, so that she couldn’t see, hear or say anything.He wanted this to be one rude surprise, and one hard lesson.Her position was different from the usual – if he was going to take her from behind, he usually had her on all fours for that.This time, her knees were bent and also lashed to the bed, so that she was kind of squatting face down, her quim upturned, open and vulnerable to anything.But that wasn’t what he was after, she soon found out
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