Chapter Three

“I rescued you, young waif, you will do as you are charged,” Lady Casia told rebellious girl.

“I shall not! I belong to Masal and it is to him that I will give my body.”

Casia laughed. “Perhaps you forget, child …” At twenty-four, Casia was hardly more than a child herself, ripped from the womb of her own home by a fiendish world. Now, however, she felt so much older and wiser than the half-proud, half-meek girl before her. “You were rent by three fierce brutes. You have no virtue anymore.”

“My virtue remains,” the girl vowed. “I consented to none of that. It was beyond me.”

“You lie!” Casia shouted angrily. She rose and slapped the girl’s face.

The barefoot girl turned away, then turned back haughtily. “I do not lie. You saw for yourself.”

“I saw you cringe and shiver, your body quake, your loins tremble, your eyes grow wet with tears. But I also saw how you shuddered with pleasure when your vagina accepted the cock. Even though you screamed, there was joy behind that pain. I saw your lips relish the cock that plunged deep in your mouth and then how that magical black man brought your climax. He did, didn’t he?”

The girl remained silent.

“Answer me!” She was about to slap her face again. “Answer me!”

“No! I knew no pleasure.”

Casia whipped around and addressed a young servant. “Hand me the leather,” she ordered.

The servant reached out to her and placed a three foot thong into her hand. Turning back to the barefoot girl, she laid the thong against her hips. It snapped rudely and the girl’s face screwed up in a scowl.

“I will not tolerate lies!” Casia charged.

“I do not lie,” the girl blared.

“I say you do.” She snapped the leather thong against the girl hips and ass until the poor thing was dancing wildly. Then Casia stopped abruptly. “Take her to the whipping post and make the punishment thorough. Do not break her skin, she needs to serve her master with a flawless body, but if there are welts, they will heal. Take her now!”

A half hour later, Lady Casia made her way to the courtyard where the barefoot girl was strung up against the thick, smooth trunk of a tree that had become the castle’s whipping post. Her arms were high above her, fastened with ropes to a heavy spike. The rest of her dangled below, h