Chapter 11

She awoke to rivulets of warm fluid cascading down her body.

The four men were standing over her urinating on her face and body.

She closed her eyes as tightly as possible and her fingers dug into the soft earth as Adrienne's despair deepened with each moment in which this sadistic insanity continued.

"Ready to do assss the Massster wishessss?" asked Lars.

"Never, never in a thousand years!"

Trying to show defiance, she felt she had suffered all the indignity possible and she was certainly no good to Steffan dead.

"You'll change your mind," menaced Lars.

"I am no good to you dead and you can't hurt me any more than you already have," she said with a bravado which belied her despair.

"Oh can't we?"

Lars was leering again. The one person in the castle Adrienne felt she could trust, had betrayed her completely.

"Andre, the harnesssss," said Lars.

Andre returned momentarily with a set of leather belts and buckles unlike anything Adrienne had ever seen.

"Essssspecially for you!" Lars sneered as he motioned to the others.

Struggle as she might, Adrienne was no match for the three groundskeepers who proceeded to loop the belts around and across her. A wide section covered her vagina, but left her anus exposed. Other narrower belts, when buckled, pulled arms and legs in such a fashion that any position besides on all fours was impossible. She tried to roll over on her side but even that bit of mobility was lost to her.

A collar was fitted around her neck.

"Now Missss Adrienne, you will note you can move only on your handssss and kneessss. You wear a sssspecial chassssstity belt which coversssss your cunt, but leavessss your asssss in a very inviting possssition. Ssssince you now look like a bitch, you will no doubt be quite an inviting ssssight... for the hunting dogssss!"

Adrienne again closed her eyes in disbelief. This could not be happening!

"We will give you a one minute head ssstart. If you make it to the cassstle you will be ssssafe from them. If not..."

He smiled viciously.

She looked up to appeal to him a final time.

"... Please."

Her voice was small and weak.

"You need only ssssay yessss to the wishessss of the Masssster."

"You know I can't do that," she pleaded.

"In that casssse, your time hasssss already begun. I would not wassssste time if I were you. Dobermanssss and Labradorssss are rather large dogssss!"

Fear once again convulsed her into action. Just when she thought there was nothing left they could do to her, she was to be given to a pack of dogs.

Crawling as fast as she could, she realized after only a few feet it was hopeless. She was bound too tightly and the castle was much too far, yet her fear, now turned to near hysteria, spurred her on. Rocks and sticks cut into hands and knees. Crying, her breathing rapid and shallow, her mind raced to find escape from this madness, yet the harder her struggled, the more secure was her bondage.