Lust Lurks at Dark Lair

Chapter One-2

“We both sleep in the same bed.” Vartan smiled. “I understand how strange our Central European customs are to you British people. We are more free and sharing in our homeland of Voldavia. Perhaps you can teach us the value of your British ways.”

Ella gasped, breathing again, her troubled eyes flicking back and forth between the two. “Oh, sir. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to...”

Yeva gave the girl a Cheshire grin. “It’s perfectly all right, dear child. I’m sure the Baron and I will be teaching you some new habits, too. You’d better run along now, Ella, it’s already dark outside.”

At least Vartan’s smile seemed innocent enough.

Ella curtsied again, her wide blue eyes trapped by his. She turned and scurried away.

Graveston stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “She’s a tempting morsel. It will be an amusing evening, breaking her to your will in the cellar, won’t it, sir?”

“You’ll eventually have your turn with her, Graveston. But until I give you permission, you are forbidden to touch her.”

“I’m willing to be patient, Sir. She’s a delicious morsel, and worth waiting for.” He sighed and drooped his head, “But while I’m waiting, it would be so delightful to feel my c**k stimulated by one of the others.”

“I’ll arrange something for you, Graveston, when I’ve interviewed the other girls.”

Yeva uncoiled from her chair and stood up, stretching like a tawny kitten. “Why not let me handle his problem, dear?” She prowled over to Graveston and loosened his tie. “Our dear butler has been so helpful since we arrived. I would enjoy demonstrating my gratitude in a personal, private way.” She brushed her firm breasts against his chest, letting him feel the swelling of her engorged n*****s. “How lonely it must be for a healthy, hot-blooded man, shut up in this empty castle, obeying our every command.” Yeva stretched her arms straight up over her head, pressing her wrists together in a simulation of bondage and swayed her hips. “I bet Graveston would like to compel me to obey some of his own commands, too.” She breathed her warm breath on his exposed neck, “Wouldn’t you?”

Vartan stared at the two people a few seconds, then grinned. “Why not, my dear. I have been so taken with supervising the unpacking and arranging of our affairs that I have neglected your needs. Please Graveston, take Yeva to the cellar where you can punish her body and f**k her as much as you like.”

Graveston stared at the Baron, and stuttered. “B-but, Sir—s-she’s your...I mean, I’m a servant and she...”

“Graveston,” Yeva whispered. “You have your orders. Now give me mine.” She winked at the growing swell in his trousers and handed him a short length of a leather thong. Turning around, she pressed her arms against her back, with her forearms crossed and raised until her wrists were under her shoulders. “Tie my wrist, then loop the thong over my shoulder, under my armpit, then across my back. Thread it under my other armpit, up over my shoulder, and tie the end around my other wrist. And while you are doing this, pull it tight, Graveston, tight! The rules of our games are strict, and merciless. They cannot be broken for anyone—not even me.”

“Yes, Madame.”

“And don’t call me ‘Madame’! You are supposed to punish me. I’m not worthy of respect or kindness until you are finished abusing me.”

Graveston looked puzzled while he bound her arms behind her. “What shall I call you, Madame...uh...miss?”

Vartan stood up and laughed. “Perhaps I can suggest a few suitable names.” He strode over in front of the now-helpless Yeva. “Slut—w***e—public cunt.”

“I’m not comfortable using those words to address my employer’s woman, Sir.”

Yeva turned around and pressed her undefended breasts against Graveston. “How about, ‘slave’? That’s what I am, now, your defenseless slave. You can do anything you want with me”

Vartan swiftly unbuttoned the length of his secretary’s gown, spreading it open. Then raised a warning finger in Graveston’s face. “Except maiming and threatening her health, of course.”

“Of course, Sir. I understand.”

“Are we going to stand here and chatter all evening?” Yeva said with a stamp of her foot. “My p***y’s getting wet!”

“Silence, slave,” Graveston growled. “Come with me!”

“That’s what I am hoping will happen,” she whispered to herself.

After they left, Vartan rang for Dagan, his apprentice.

“Yes, Baron?” The short, chunky body of Dagan stood in the open doorway, bent slightly at the waist, his bald head bobbing. He constantly rubbed the front of his trousers with chubby fingers.

“Please show the next girl in for her interview. And keep your hands away from your c**k when we have visitors. I’ve warned you about that before. You know the rules, how important it is to appear harmless to our guests.”

“I’m sorry, Baron. It’s...well...it’s been so long since I...since we had a girl. And these young beauties who want to be hired as maids…well, it’s more than I can do to keep my mind calm and my hands still.”

“I’ve explained all this to you, Dagan. You know my plan. I won’t have you or anyone else ruining our chances for gratification in our new home. If you can’t manage to control your appetites until we are prepared, then I will send you back to Voldavia.”

“Voldavia? Oh, no, Baron. They’d burn me at the stake, like they did the others!”

“Keep that in mind, Dagan. You and that thing you keep locked up in the cellar will soon get your chance to consummate your wild and abnormal cravings with our maids. Now please show in the next girl.”

***

The caravan of five gaudy-painted wagons creaked and groaned along the road from Edinburg. The horses patiently towed them west-south-westward, their silver-belled and tasseled harnesses declaring their petition for innocent passage. They plodded patiently over the Pentland hills, down through Wishaw, on to Strathaven, and skirting around Kilmarnock, avoiding the large town.

“Don’t be so sad, Katarina. We will get home again.” Karel wrapped his arm around his wife and gently drew her petite body against him.

“How will we, Karel? The price for our passage by ship is more money than all of us have together, and we get poorer every day.”

He let go of the reins a moment and patted her arm. “I will find a way.”

“We were supposed to make so much money working with the circus. Now that is gone.”

“I tried to find the circus owner who promised to pay us, but everyone said he ran away with the acrobat’s wife.”

“And all the circus’ money.”

“Everyone in the circus was cheated. They will find him, and then we all will get paid.”

“Will we? We are only Gypsies, and they are either afraid of us, or make jokes about us. No one cares what happens to us.” She scowled and stared blankly ahead, consumed with her roiling thoughts. She turned and looked up in the face of her young husband. “What if he went to America or Canada? It is all big cities, endless forests, and western wilderness.” She sobbed. “He will never be found.”

“I have a plan, dearest Katarina. We are heading for the Scottish moors, where the wealthy people live. We will camp on the moor and entertain at the big houses and castles. They are curious and amused by us Gypsies. They will pay us well.”

“Varina will make the most money, crawling into bed with any man with a gold coin to give her. But she refuses to share the money with the rest of us.”

“I won’t touch her money, my kitten. It’s Hedy I’m worried about. She is a troublemaker, setting man against man, and lover against lover for her own amusement. When we get back home to Voldavia, I will send her away to your brother Anton’s Gypsy band. He will deal harshly with her when she tries to stir up trouble.”

She snuggled against his silken sleeve. “I trust you, my love.”

Karel leaned to the left and looked back at the other wagons. “I just hope the rest of them do.”

The beautiful young woman in the second wagon stood up, leaning over her brother’s head. Her long, silken brown hair swept over his face. “What’s he doing, Pavel? He’s looking at me, isn’t he?”

Pavel scowled and brushed her hair aside. “Sit down, Varina, I can’t see to drive!”

“He looked at me, didn’t he?” Varina plopped back down, her round face decorated with her perfect, white-toothed smile.

“Will you stop talking about Karel? You are obsessed with him, and he is married!”

“That doesn’t count anymore. He loves only me, not that vacant-faced adolescent he sleeps with.”

“Hedy put that idea in your head. It will give you only trouble and sadness. Forget about Karel. You should have married before we came here. Ivan offered our father a huge dowry to marry you, and you refused. You made a costly mistake; he is rich.”

“But he is not a prince like Karel, brother dear.” She fluffed her hair and rotated her torso, twisting her buttocks left and right on the seat. “I will be a princess and all the Gypsy men will come and stroke their c***s while they watch me dance naked in the meadow.”

“You will more likely dance at the end of a rope if the council of princes catches you in bed with Karel.”

Varina pursed her crimson lips and pecked her brother on his cheek. “They won’t catch me. They haven’t yet!”

“You mean he and you already have...”

She giggled and hugged herself. “You should see the size of his c**k, Pavel. It gets so-o-o-o thick and long when I caress and kiss it! He feels so-o-o-o good inside my lyubof.”

Pavel looked straight ahead and hunched his head down between his shoulders. “I have not heard what you said.”

***

Dagan sat on the straw piled on the dirt floor of the roomy cell in the depths of the castle. His fat-fleshed body was naked and the head of his friend lay in his lap. It’s inhuman voice whimpered as he stroked the thick hair of its mane.

“Don’t fret, my friend. This is our home now, and no one but the Baron, his lady, and I know about you. We are safe; far from that angry mob that injured you.” The flickering lantern danced its light across Dagan’s face as he patted its cheek, smiling into the soft brown eyes. “The Baron and his lady will protect us. Soon you will be well and strong again, then you and I will share the pleasures of nubile young flesh as we did before. I will bring one to you soon; I promise. We will lock her inside this chamber with us. Think of it, my friend; her shrieks when she discovers you, her screams for help while she strains to force the bars open. Her pleading when she realizes she cannot escape. The terror in her eyes when you touch her. She will be trapped in our clutches, my friend, and your heart will gallop with joy as we glut our appetites.”

The hair-covered shape shifted the ponderous weight of its coarse bulk, twitching its thick-muscled arms and legs as it softly wailed a wordless plea.

“I know, I know.” Dagan caressed its broad forehead. “The villagers discovered you dragging away one of their daughters and wounded you. They tried to kill you, but we saved you, my friend. The Baron and I saved you, and we will heal you so you can catch more girls again.” Dagan bent over the form and lay his face against the coarse-haired neck. “We will have our revenge, I swear it!” His tears matted the figure’s hair, “I love you, my friend—I love you so!” He wept until they both sank into the peace of a dreamless sleep.