"I like the sound the strap makes when it meets your lovely rump," Robena said. "Your white flesh is becoming quite pink. Soon the shade will deepen until the pink turns a most delightful shade of red." She wielded her tawse to deliver several more smacks to his flesh. "Beg me to cease, Beinn," she taunted him.
"Go to the devil!" he cried.
She laid several more spanks upon his hapless flesh. "Do you want me to stop, darling? But oh, I must, for your bottom is quite scarlet. Now I must burnish it with my switches," she told him.
The switches stung and irritated until he thought he could stand no more. She seemed to sense it and ceased the punishment, rubbing her hand gently over his wounded flesh. Her fingers playfully drew the twin halves of his buttocks aside, and she ran a finger about his anus.
"God in his heaven, bitch, what are you doing?" Beinn demanded of her.
"I am curious," she murmured softly. "Have you ever taken another cock there, Beinn, my darling?" The finger rubbed him suggestively.
"Are you daft?" he shouted at her. "Do you think I am a sodomite to copulate with other men, bitch?"
Her finger circled the sensitive little aperture over and over again. "You were not even curious of such things as a boy?" she persisted. "My brothers said all lads were."
"Never!" he denied vehemently. "Never! Your brothers were surely as depraved as you are, lady."
"Tell me you want me to put my finger in your ass," Robena said softly. Her finger pressed against the opening and it began to give way.
"Nay! Nay! And again, nay!" Beinn roared.
"But I want to do it," Robena said, "and I will. You cannot stop me!" Then, wetting her finger with her own juices, which were already flowing, she pushed her middle finger into him as far as it would go. "There now, darling," she crooned at him. "That is not so terrible, is it, Beinn?" She began to simulate the actions of his cock with her finger. "Do you liked being fucked this way, darling? Is it nice?" Robena purred. "Shall I let you do it to me when you are a little more amenable?"
The Dunglais captain was outraged by her actions, but he was also horrified by his own reaction to the finger moving back and forth in his ass. It actually excited him when it should have repelled him. Yet that wicked finger in concert with whatever potions she had fed him was stoking his lusts. He could feel his cock swelling painfully beneath him, and he groaned, helpless to this shameful arousal.
"Shall I make you come, Beinn?" she asked him. She bent and slipped her other hand beneath him to feel his swollen cock. "Ohh, how hard you are," she cried, excited. "I must have that great cock of yours again! I must! Rafe, quickly!"
The serving man burst into the room. "Mistress?"
"I must feel his weight atop me," Robena said, and she was almost weeping in her eagerness to have him in that manner. "Get him back on the bed, facedown. Leave his legs free, but keep his arms chained. Hurry! Hurry!" She began to play with herself in her great need as she scrambled to get on the bed.
The serving man did as he was bid, and again Beinn was overcome with dizziness as he was yanked about. Then he was kneeling between Robena's thighs, and there was no help for him. He had to fuck her or he would die. Without release, he would be crippled for hours, and he believed now that he might break the chains that held his arms fastened to the bedposts. He had been more tightly constrained when his legs were bound. "Get out!" he growled at Rafe, and to his surprise the man obeyed him. "Now, bitch," he said to her, and he drove himself to his hilt as hard and as deep as he could go.
Robena screamed, but it was a sound of pleasure, of satisfaction. "Fuck me, you great brute!" she said to him. "I want to come thrice, and if you fail me I shall beat you again, and this time it will be the worse for you."
Beinn said nothing to her, but instead set to work to do as she bid him. She came quickly for him the first time and again the second time. But as his cock throbbed with its own need, she withheld herself from him a third time. He was not certain he could contain his juices much longer, but then he felt the tremors within her beginning, and Robena began to moan and cry as a great pleasure overcame her.
"Yes!" she screamed "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, you beast, I cannot stop coming! You have killed me with your passion as I knew you could all those years ago!" She shuddered and fell into a deep swoon.
He had seen this happen to a woman once before. She would not regain consciousness for some time, so great had her sexual excitement been. Able to kneel, he looked at the chain attached to the manacle. Then he examined the bedposts. They were solid oak, but now he saw they were carved so that the middle of the post was thinner than the rest of it. He slid the iron ring at the end of the short chain down to that narrow spot, and then he began to yank against it. After several hard tugs the bedpost gave way, and Beinn was able to slide the ring off of it. There was no way to remove the manacle and chain from his wrist, but he would in effect be free once he snapped the other post, which he quickly did.
Beinn slid off of the bed quietly and looked about the chamber. Against a wall was a small trunk. Opening it, he discovered his breeks, sherte, and boots. He quickly dressed himself despite the disadvantage of the manacles and chains he bore. Then he went to the small window and squeezed himself through it. He immediately headed for the hill where his horse had been tethered. But the animal was not there. Had Rafe found it and stabled it? Had it wandered off? Beinn decided he had no time to go back or even consider where the horse might be. He had to reach the keep. It was not quite evening and he began to run. When darkness settled in he slowed to a walk.
With luck the bitch would not awaken for another few hours. Rafe had been taught not to disturb his lady, nor would Fyfa. Beinn trudge on. He was furious with himself for having been so careless as to be put at a disadvantage by the lack-wit Rafe. The man walked like a damned cat, for he hadn't heard him at all when he came up behind Beinn. As for the beating and sexual torture the bitch had inflicted upon him, he had wanted to kill her when he got free, but then he had realized that that was his master's right and not his. He felt no guilt for what had happened between them this time. She had forced him, and he knew better now, though he would confess the sordid hours spent in the cottage to poor Father Donald. It wasn't something he wanted to keep to himself, and it was the priest's business to listen. Though he had been bound and impelled to her will, Beinn knew his lust had also been responsible, especially when Robena lay beneath him, clawing at his back and howling with her satisfaction.
The moon rose, and while on the wane it still gave him more than enough light to travel. He began to run carefully and after several hours the tower of Dunglais Keep came into view. He stopped and listened carefully. The moor was silent but for the soft rustle of a few night creatures out hunting in the grass. None pursued him, he realized to his great relief. He moved swiftly across the moor, down a hillock, through Dunglais village, and finally up to the closed gates of the keep. He knocked softly.
"Who goes there?" a young voice quavered.
"Beinn, your captain," he replied.
The little grate in the door was opened and a face peered out at him. It was quickly shut, and the small privy gate was unbarred for him. Beinn hurried through, saying as he did to one of the several men on duty, "Wake the blacksmith! Wake Iver, and find the priest for me if he's in the keep tonight. If not, fetch him at first light." Then he directed his footsteps to the smithy.
The blacksmith came, looking irritable until he saw the manacles and chains about Beinn's thick wrists.
"Get them off," the captain instructed, "and ask no questions of me."
"Aye," the smith said with a nod of his head. He was by nature a taciturn man.