The Surrender of Lady Charlotte (18 page)

He ran the cane along the crack of her behind so viciously, she thought he might tear the delicate skin. She gasped with pain. “Turn over!” he ordered. Charlotte complied again unthinkingly, moving into the slave posture most memorable in her mind. Knees bent, her feet to her ass, she raised her hips to float upon the air.

If she could only see this master’s face. Would he show approval in his expression? How she yearned for just one glimpse, and yet, how she feared that her first look at him would only reveal a face she could not love.

Again, he circled her. She could hear his feet shuffling along the floor and sensed a crop of leather graze her skin with the feel of silk. Her body trembled now, as her arousal rose to the same blazing furnace of heat that had burned within her the last four days. Her mind screamed,
“Beat me, lord, lay your passions on me with zeal,”
while her voice remained silent. He teased and toyed so that everything in her clenched. Would he deny her now? Had he brought her to the grandest ecstasy only to reject her lust and let her live without, just as her husband had forced her to?

This was a worse affliction. The intensity built in an instant—with just the hint of something sweetly cruel welting her skin.

He struck three times: once each to her inner thighs where the pain burned so savagely that she almost collapsed; then a third time across her exposed labia. The sensation rippled on, making her body writhe as though she wanted more. He offered her only the very ends of his implement to play with. She struggled with the urgency of her flesh, reaching with her cunt in her blind state for another strike of his crop. Frustration made her cry out hungrily.

“Please, master, do not leave me like this to burn…………”

For a time, he seemed content to do just that. Strolling about her, a few softer blows landed, but they did not satisfy her suffering. When he finally backed away, she was certain that he was rejecting her. She wanted to beg again. But keeping her tongue, she waited, relieved at last to feel the guiding hands of two men lifting her to her feet. Her physical ache subsided but not the desire.

Walked several yards from her present position, Charlotte found herself strapped to an “X” frame, feet and arms stretched wide and cuffed in thick leather-lined irons. Her imagination stirred, urging the scene forward, seeing, hearing, even smelling the aroma of whips and the wood that would flog her into bliss. Her mind focused on the picture, completely sure of the results; and then, to her utter amazement, Charlotte suddenly felt the apparatus move with her body circling to the side. As the picture cleared in her mind, she realized that she was being inverted, the “X” frame turned upside-down. Blood rushed to her head and her heart began to beat with an anxious rhythm.

In this position, Charlotte’s naked pussy seemed the center of this tiny theatre. Clamps pinched her labia in six places. Three on either side. Then a probe was driven into her anus, nestling deeply in the channel. She couldn’t help but whimper as her body squirmed to accommodate the invasion. As the immediate pain subsided, her body began to relax into each new element of torture. Her desire soared.

Seeing the slave’s response, the master pulled the labia clamps wider still, so that her empty cleft could be filled. Then with several fingers at the doorway, he pushed them as far as her body would physically allow. If it weren’t for the clamps, he might just fit his entire hand.

Baudaire stopped short of a full fisting. The author of this scene seemed more intent to bring Charlotte off to the dull and aching pain resident in her body. Each second the clamps seemed to bite more, but each second Sir Guy shoved his fingers and withdrew them like a cock. Yes, she would cum soon. The tension increased and her body wanted more.

The slave began to pant, to writhe in an erratic ecstasy as the master worked his fingers in her hole and the probe inside her ass. The agony was unbearable, but stopping now would be worse. Dislodged from brain and reason, responding to sensation alone, Charlotte finally came. Like a sole sharp clap of thunder, the climax in her body burst; and in one long ride, she spasmed hard.

Then, as each clamp was loosened, the probe removed, and the master’s hand withdrew, the orgasm swept on until finally, at last, she could breathe at ease again.

Charlotte was unaware of her surroundings until she discovered that her body was being turned upright again. The relief felt like another wave of climax. Exhausted, she was removed from the ‘X’ device and carried to a bed where she fell asleep. There were few thoughts in her mind except the feeling of perfect surrender. Perhaps she should remain blind forever and live her life inside the beauty of her empty thoughts.

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When Charlotte finally awakened, the droopy slave took some moments to discover that her blindfold had been removed. Still, she kept her eyes closed, afraid to open them. But her body stirred, which stirred the napping Sir Guy from his musing slumber.

Opening his eyes, he saw that Charlotte’s eyes
 
were still closed. “Look at me now, Lady Charlotte. I know you’re awake.”

She trembled with fear, but obliged him—her curiosity was now too piqued to put off the truth. And though it took some seconds for her eyes to adjust to the light, it took less time for Charlotte to recognize the man sitting in the nobleman’s chair.

“Tristan?”

“Yes, my love.”

“You?”

“Of course. Who did you think would love you so, a stranger?”

“But Sir Guy?”

“Is me,” he said simply.

This was too much for her to understand in the middle of this surprising moment. She lay back on the lounge not knowing whether to be angry, frightened or relieved.

Moving from the chair, her lover came to her with the same abidingly dark countenance she’d grown to love. Sitting beside her, he turned her chin with his hand so she had to look him in the eye.

“Are you real?” she asked.

“I am.”

Her puzzlement still didn’t end. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Think good thoughts, Charlotte. You have your life back. And a life with me.”

“I do,” she thought aloud, though her voice was still vague. “But, Sir Guy is you?”

He sighed himself. “I’m not exactly the master that Mountbane sold you to. That man is dead. He is my father, which makes me Sir Tristan, Lord of Baudaire.”

“You’re not jesting?”

“I am completely truthful, milady. I came to Ilusia first some years ago, to scout the country for my father. It seemed that the Lord Mountbane had his eyes on my cousin.”

“But how would he know your cousin?”

“The world is small enough so that tales of beautiful women ride far beyond their home. In a short time, I worked my way into Mountbane’s court. He believed I was a nobleman from one of the Southern provinces and I never corrected his err. We became fast friends when I saved his life on a hunting trip. From that moment on, he took me into his confidence. Though I knew of his dark nature—which was not unlike mine—I thought his regard for my cousin was sincere and he would never harm her. I was wrong. My judgment failed me. From the moment she died, my guilt exploded into revenge. And that revenge brought me to you.” It seemed his eyes were filled with tears. “You have softened me, dear lady, and raised my lust to degrees beyond what I imagined for myself. I have you now, and will not let go.”

Ah! What words! What tenderness and what passion! She never believed that her heart could burn with love as dearly as her loins burned for sex.

“If you are Sir Guy’s descendent, why didn’t I just arrive as your slave months ago when Mountbane sent me there?”

“You would have been, but I sent my two fools away too quickly. I could not have them arrive at my father’s fortress only to see the truth about this purchase. But though I believed they were loyal to me and instructed them not to return to the castle, one of them did return while we were still traveling and he let the truth slip. That truth wound its way around to Gwnyth’s devilish ear and we were hunted down.” He shook his head. “I regret that I was so foolish.”

“But not so much a fool, you have me now,” she stroked his furrowed brow.

“Indeed, and forever. It took some schemes but I have finally won the prize.” He seemed almost happy now.

“What schemes were those?” she asked.

“To reinstate the sale of you as property. With some assistance of my own countrymen this time, I ensured your purchase—although I’ve only paid half the price.”

“How so?”

He chuckled, his face coming alive with a rare glee. “Spies, loyalty and a keen eye. I have spent more time in Ilusia than I have not these last few months—arranging my plans in secret.”

“And why didn’t I know this?”

“You were too scared, my sweet. Fear is a dangerous companion, and I couldn’t afford to have you know my whereabouts. Did you not try to shun me when I finally spoke with you?”

Indeed, she had.

“My job was a risky one, Charlotte. I sent my emissaries to arrange the deal. Mountbane wanted more money this second time, since the arrangement would be a permanent sale. But money was becoming scarce. My passion for you and my revenge has depleted my coffers. I paid the initial installment for your purchase. The second was to be delivered once you were safely in my care—handed over to his aides as soon as you were surrendered to me. Two of the party who brought you to this fortress were Mountbane’s aides. They were, however, rerouted, shall we say.” There was a heady glint in his eye. “Mountbane believes you were kidnapped and taken too far beyond his reach to find. I paid no more for your purchase, and am, even now, trying to wrest my first payment from the scoundrel. I’ll probably never see that gold, but remaining a thorn in his side is enough to please me. It completes my revenge. I’ll have my prize, and Mountbane will have no clue who owns his discarded bride.”

“I have cost you much. Am I worth the price?” The question came from the meek and surrendering side of her.

“We’ll soon see,” he replied. “But don’t worry about the gold; my stores will replenish as soon as I’m here to pay attention to my business again. Tomorrow, we’ll quit this fortress and head for home.”

Charlotte was content enough to be held by him and allow her mind to absorb the truth. And yet, there was one question that still burned in her and wouldn’t go away, “I must ask, my love…” she finally spoke, “why did you keep the truth from me these four days?”

“I needed to know the nature of your surrender. Was it an honest passion? Or only one for show. You have exhibited such disparity between independence and surrender that I couldn’t tell for sure while we were in Ilusia. Some of that country’s customs have become mine, some have grown on you. I needed to know what kind of beast would be in my bed. Would you be the shrewish bitch that Gwnyth was, or the humble slave?”

“And you received your answer?”

“That I did.”

“And you will test me more?”

“I won’t have to. You are indeed my slave, and will remain so.”

“And should I balk?”

“Then I’ll punish you.”

“And I’ll be happy with that,” she said with a smile.

“That I know.”

Charlotte peered into his eyes as a sly grin broke out on her face. “You are a cunning man, milord, to have arranged this plot. I think I should fear you.”

“Always fear your master—and especially if you misbehave.”

“You’re sure you won’t sell me?

“Sell you? If you’re that contentious no one will offer me a penny for your pretty shape,” he declared, laughing. “But, don’t worry, ma’am, I’ll keep you tame.” Even as his eyes narrowed, he spoke lightly. “You disregard me, Lady Charlotte, you can be sure I’ll spank your naughty ass until it’s blistered raw. Then I’ll turn you into a footstool until you do behave.”

“Ooo my,” Charlotte giggled. “I will fear you, milord.” A delicious thrill moved through her body and with a smile of contentment on her face, she nestled into Sir Tristan side and rested for a while.

The End
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