by Lucy Wild
The crone appeared in the doorway, scowling at George. “This way,” she said, beckoning him out into the hall.
George found himself ushered outside before he knew what was happening. He was barely out in the street when he heard a hiss to his left. He looked that way to see a tiny window open, a finger pointing out from it. Moving along the street, he leaned towards the window, seeing a pale shadowy face within peering out at him. “I’ve unlocked the kitchen door,” a woman’s voice said to him. “You’ll find her downstairs.”
“Who are you?” George asked but she had already slid the window closed leaving him talking to a pane of glass.
Running to the back of the building again, George readied himself. He had no idea what was waiting for him in there but he knew one thing for certain. He was not leaving again without Caroline by his side.
Chapter 9
Caroline had no idea how long she had been tied up for. Every part of her ached but one part was in agony. When that demon of a man had slid the dilator, as he called it, into her posterior, she had screamed into her gag. It had stretched her insides painfully and plunged deep into the depths of her and there it had remained ever since. Every time she shifted her hips, she could feel the solid presence within her and what was worse, she felt she was growing used to it.
She had been left with the blindfold over her eyes. Her wrists and arms screamed for release, the muscles taut and sore. Her feet could move no more than an inch in any direction and worst of all, she had no idea how long her torment would last. This was worse than any of the rumours she had heard about the academy. This was not education, this was madness.
She heard a door creaking and someone moved behind her. They made no sound but she jumped in fright when a hand took hold of the dilator and began sliding it from her. It was almost out when whoever it was paused and then pushed it all the way back in. “Madness makes you grip the thing,” Kensington’s voice whispered in her ear as she felt him leaning over her. “In future, whenever you think about misbehaving, I want you to picture this.” He slid the thing out and then rammed it home again. “Remember how it felt.”
She moaned as he suddenly pulled it from her a single movement. As it left her body, she felt her skin returning to normal, her hole shrinking in size as her nerve endings cried out at the absence, having grown so used to the presence.
“You do look delightful like that,” Kensington said, his hands sliding over her buttocks. “And would you believe we are alone in the training room together. What would my wife think?”
Caroline jolted upwards as she felt his hands reaching round her, finding her breasts and cupping them. He squeezed them painfully from nowhere, tugging at her nipples whilst continuing to talk. “You really are the most exquisite student I have ever had under this roof. I believe I will enjoy having you here.” He chuckled to himself. “Having you here. Do you see? Oh well, you soon will.”
She heard the rustling of clothing and movement around her but had no idea what was happening. At least his hands were gone from her breasts, her nipples were hardened and painfully sore from his rubbing them so roughly. She felt him touch her buttocks again, his hand sliding down the valley between them, bringing to life her overworked nerves once more. “It is no good,” he growled. “You do not yet seem ready to learn.”
She heard a movement away from her, followed by the sound of a drawer sliding open. A second later he was back behind her, pacing up and down again. “This is for your own good,” he said, stopping suddenly. “You will thank me for it one day.”
There was the sound of something moving through the air and then she felt an intense pain in her buttocks. She had been smacked by something solid and flat, something far bigger than a hand. Had he used a length of wood? Was the man completely insane? The pain was like nothing she had ever known but it only grew worse as he smacked her again. “This is a paddle,” he said as he paused to catch his breath. “I want you to remember this feeling. Do as you are told and you will not feel this again.”
He smacked her more times than she could count. In the end she sobbed in pain, tears soaking her blindfold, her bottom on fire with agony from the repeated blows. When he finally stopped, she slumped in place, hardly able to breathe.
“Your bottom looks perfect like that,” Kensington said. “Red as a ripe apple. Perfect.”
His hands slid to her chest again, cupping her breasts once more as he breathed near her ear. “I cannot help it,” he whispered. “I must have you. I promise I will teach you everything you need to know about life.”
She felt his hands move down to her hips and then he was fumbling with his clothes. She braced herself for the ultimate indignity, knowing she could do nothing about it. As she felt the heat of him pressing against her, the door opened and she heard Kensington spin round.
“She needs no teaching from you,” said a voice and Caroline placed it in an instant. It was Lord Hudson. He had come for her. In that moment she felt an utterly overwhelming sense of gratitude towards him. He had come to save her. She wept all the more fiercely as she thought of what had almost happened.
“You are trespassing, sir,” Kensington said, moving away from her. She could only listen to their conversation, unable to see a thing in her trapped position.
“I am a Lord,” George said. “Not a sir.”
“Get out!” Kensington shouted.
“Not without her. I am going to take her away from this place forever.”
“Over my dead body.”
“So be it.”
There was a movement and she heard a crunch as someone’s fist connected with flesh. There followed grunts and groans but no more words. The sound of footsteps moved around the room as the two men grappled until someone bumped into her side. A hand flicked her blindfold away and she was able to see. George was looking down at her, blood running from a cut above his eye. The time he had taken to move her blindfold had given Kensington a chance to grab a cane from a far wall. Look out,” she tried to say through her gag but the sound made little sense.
George was caught off guard by the cane. It lashed his ear and he turned and roared in anger, lowering his head and running like a bull at Kensington.
The older man was hit full in the stomach, sent backwards against the wall behind him. Winded, his mouth fell open, the cane falling from his hand. George stood up once more as Kensington staggered towards him. George swung a fist but Kensington ducked, landing a punch of his own which sent George crashing into Caroline again. “Won’t be a moment, my dear,” he grinned, twisting from her and running at Kensington again.
Caroline thought the fight would last much longer than it did but as Kensington ran at George, her rescuer darted left, sticking out his foot as he did so. Kensington tripped over it and stumbled forwards, his head connecting with the solid wooden floor. He sagged visibly, his body falling still. George nudged him with his foot before turning to Caroline. “Let’s get you out of there,” he said, untying her wrists. As she stood up, she pulled her gag free, gasping for air whilst George removed the bonds around her ankles.
“Thank you,” Caroline managed to get out in a weak voice.
“Time for thanks later,” George said as Kensington began to stir. “And maybe you can finally make me that breakfast.”
Chapter 10
George winced as Caroline dabbed at the cut on his face with a wet cloth. “Ouch,” he said loudly. “Where did you learn your nursing skills?”
She smiled weakly back at him. “Same place you learned your courtship skills.”
“Very funny,” he said, leaning back in his chair and looking at her standing before him. Bathed in light like that, she looked divinely beautiful. It had been two days since they had left the academy but his cut was still struggling to heal. Every time he forgot it was there, he would absently scratch it and reopen it until Caroline had finally taken charge of his convalescence. He did not mind, it seemed to distract her from the trauma she had undergone. He looked i
nto her eyes, the sadness he saw deep within.
He knew it would be some time until she recovered from her experiences, if she ever would. He shuddered to think what might have happened if he had not gone after her. Kensington had vanished before the authorities could catch him but at least the academy was closed. The women he had taken in had been found and removed. He had apparently kept them trapped there, giving one excuse after another to any families which sought information on the progress of their daughters.
George did not care much about them. The one person he cared about was here by his side. “I will take you back to your parents,” he said as she sank into the chair opposite him. “They will be worried sick.”
“Could I at least have one more day here?”
“Of course, but why?”
“Once I go home, they will fuss over me incessantly. They will ask questions I am not yet ready to answer. I pray, allow me another day by your side.”
“How would you like more than one day at my side?”
Caroline sat up straighter in her chair. “What do you mean?”
“How would you like a lifetime by my side?”
“Lord Hudson, are you telling me that you, the incorrigible bachelor, are thinking of marrying and settling down?”
“I recall you admonishing me for making light of serious matters when we last met.”
“That is true. But if you are going to ask me, ask me properly.”
“Lady Caroline Brentwood.”
“Yes?”
“It would give me the greatest pleasure if you would…”
“Yes?”
“Make the breakfast I asked of you last time you were here.”
Caroline picked up a plate and pretended to throw it at him. “You are a wicked man, George Hudson.”
“And you are beautiful woman.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she said, standing up and moving round the table. “Remember what you did last time I refused to make you breakfast?”
George stiffened in his seat. “I do. But I am sure you do not want to discuss such things after the experience you have just undergone.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, taking his hand and pulling him to his feet. “I might enjoy discussing it.” She leaned towards him, her lips brushing over his. “Just promise me one thing.”
“Anything.”
“Do not be gentle with me.”
There was a flicker of something in her eyes but George could not tell what it was. His mind was distracted a moment later when Caroline leaned over the table and pulled up the back of her dress. Her posterior was as beautiful as he remembered it and he could not resist leaning down and kissing the bruises Kensington had given her. As he slid his mouth over her bottom, she sighed, glancing behind her. “That is too gentle,” she said with a smile.
“I am in charge,” George said, standing up and lightly swatting her behind. “Not you.”
Yes my Lord.” She dipped her knees in a mock curtsey.
“I like that,” he said. “Say it again.”
“Spank me, my Lord. Spank me hard.”
George brought his hand down firmly on her posterior a moment later. She gasped at the sensation, looking back at him and growling. “Harder.”
George spanked her more than a dozen times. With each blow, she moaned a little louder, her legs shuffling apart until he was able to see the glistening wetness at her core. Unable to resist, he moved his hand to the wetness, rubbing her soft folds between his fingers as she pressed her body into the table.
“Fuck me,” she said suddenly. “I can wait no longer to feel you inside me.”
George stiffened immediately, hearing her cut glass voice saying such obscene words did things to him he could not control. He frantically fumbled at his clothing, pausing only to spank her twice more. “Good girls do not swear,” he said.
“Fuck me,” she said louder. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”
George did as she requested. He took his rigid member in his hand and slid it between her legs, feeling her core envelop it fully. As he slid into her, he revelled in her warm wetness, the tight grip of her making him gasp as he pushed as far into her as he could, taking hold of her hips to draw her back onto him.
“Fuck me,” she said again, glancing back at him with hunger in her eyes. “I want to feel you come in me.”
“You bad girl,” he said, spanking her again. “You should not swear.”
She grinned at him, her mouth falling open as he began to slide faster and faster into her, feeling her gripping him as her muscles began to contract.
“Oh my,” she gasped as he slammed into her. He panted for breath as he kept going as fast as he could, watching his shaft vanish into her whilst she groaned beneath him. “I feel something coming,” she gasped. “Deeper. Fuck me deeper.”
He pushed himself as far into her as he could and a second later felt the contractions of her muscles as she climaxed around him. He paused for only the briefest of moments before continuing, bringing her to another climax a minute later as she cursed beneath him, imploring him to move ever faster, ever harder, to come inside her.
“Do it,” she snapped. “Come in me. I need it in me.”
He pulled all the way back until he nearly slid from her before plunging all the way in, his shaft jerking as he did so. His climax hit him a second later and he spurted deep inside her, filling her completely as she sighed happily, pushing her hips back onto him until he fell still.
“I love you Lady Caroline,” he sighed as he slid from her.
“And I love you, my Lord,” she replied, turning and pulling him onto her. “And yes, I will marry you.” She reached up and kissed him though a flicker of sadness remained on her face. It was a kiss that lasted long after his climax had faded away, a kiss that left him totally and completely in love for the very first time in his life.
