Chapter 2

The Duchess laid in bed thinking of what had happen to her in the old castle. She could not remember how she had gotten home. She recalled all the horrible things she had been made to do. It made her feel sick. She felt the soreness of her body from being tied down and from what that horrible man had done to her. A warm feeling began to form between her thighs. "God no, This can not be happening to me. It was horrible what he did to me." She was trying to reason with herself.

"He raped me, that is what he did and made me say all those awful things."

She pushed her face into the large pillow in tears. "It will never happen again." She promised herself, but she was afraid to tell any one. It made her feel a shame of herself for allowing it to happen to her. "No one should ever find out, especially the Duke."

She had remained in bed all morning. The servants thought the Duchess had fallen ill. It was unlike the Duchess to remain in bed all morning. Each morning she would go riding off on her horse. It had concern some she had been gone all day yesterday, not returning until dark. It did not worry the Duke, he had more important matters to concern himself about. He had a a fox hunt that morning and left unconcern of her health.

It was late noon when the Duchess emerge from her room. She felt dirty and so a shamed. She could not look at any of the servants directly. She worried that maybe the servants knew of what had happen in the old castle. When ever a male Servant looked at her it made her feel uneasy. Just thinking about it was torturing her. She went up to the library thinking perhaps reading a book would help preoccupy her mind. She walked along the rows of books. There were so many books to choose from, a collection envy of many. Finding the book she had planed to read. She went over to the large desk by the window. The Duchess sat down and looked out the window. She nearly fell out of her chair. Looking at her at a distance was the old castle. From that window she could see it's large towers.

The memory of what had happen to her came all back to her like a nightmare and the warm feeling between her tights tormented her once again "Why... Why is this happening to me?" She said tearfully. She sank down the chair and crawled under the desk, beginning to sob. "Why is this nightmare happening to me? Why? Why?..."

The more she cried, the more uncomfortable she became. Her torment was lighting the fire inside her. Her clit began to throb mercilessly and the tips of her breast harden with excitement. The clothes she wore became uncomfortable. She felt she was going mad!! She squeezed her thighs tightly together trying to make the torment go away, but the harder she tried, the worse she made it. It only increased the fire with in her. "Aaaahhhh...", Unaware she had slipped a hand under her dress and was softly rubbing at her clit over her soaked under- garment. She pulled them to one side and sank a finger deep inside her sex. "Yes Aaaahhhh... Fuck... " It was to much for the Duchess to bare. She laid back as" she fingered her hungry cunt. All her will power to fight her dark feelings had crumbled under the weight of all her lust. She needed it. She had to have it.

Aaaahhhh... God! I need to cum... It was driving her crazy. She madly pumped her finger in and out of her cunt. "Oh... God... Aaaahhhh... Awww... Aaaahhhh!!!!"

A powerful orgasm poured through her. She shook lustfully under the desk. She didn't wait to recover from her orgasm. The Duchess was mad with lust She jumped up from under the desk and ran from the library. She almost ran over some of the servants in her haste to get to the stables. The Duchess looked as if she was being chased by a ghost. When she reached the stables, she mounted the first horse she saw and took off bareback towards the Knight Walls. She rode hard through the Knight Walls, pushing the animal to go faster and faster.

She was mad as she headed towards the old castle, desperately needing to get there. When the Duchess saw the old castle ahead of her she kicked her heels harder into the beast, wanting him to go even faster. She rode into the castles walls until she neared the old spring well. She made an attempt to stop the moving beast, but jumped off the horse before he could stop. Running madly though the ruins. She ran towards the royal building. Like a mad woman she reached the throne room. Breathing hard she stood in the center of the room turning in circles. She did not know where to go from here. The Duchess fell to her knees, raising her hands to her face and began to sob. She didn't know what to do any more. "What is wrong with me?" She felt so hopeless and alone, as she tearfully tossed the question in her head.