The Angry Whore - Book 1
Copyright© 2006 by POL
Chapter 5: Flogged
11 July, 1686 Morning
The two sisters had their wrists chained behind their backs up high above head height as they kneeled facing each other with tears in their eyes. Thin pink marks from light whiplashes were visible on both the girl's backs. Lucien had not hit them very hard, only hard enough to make it sting, and still give him the sadistic pleasure that came from hitting the two girls brought on.
It had all begun an hour earlier while both girls were still in their cages. Lucien had worked slowly on Claire's ragged clothes through the bars, cutting small pieces off with a knife and admiring the skin underneath. "You're more beautiful than I sup—posed, Claire. You and I are going to have a good time together, you'll see."
He stood behind her and ran the tips of his fingers slowly, sensually, up and down her back. He was enjoying the tense young skin. His hand slid slowly down over the narrow waist to the tight, pert buttocks. He squeezed them. They felt round and taut. Claire squirmed, but the point of the knife under her chin made her stop.
Lucien smiled, picked up a cold branding iron and ran it noisily down the side of the cage. She shrank into the cages back corner, terrified.
Yes, my dear Claire," he said, "I have wanted you all my life, ever since you were a child and now I own you, and you will pay back every single doubloon you cost me with your body."
Claire noticed the rancid smell coming from the man's mouth and her face became contorted.
"Do not look with distain upon me. Your life now will turn around me and the many different way's you will please me. Day and night you will discover new and exciting ways to entertain me my dear," he smiled a strange, forced smile.
"But now you must rest. We have a busy day planned for tomorrow. I plan on having a farewell party for Constance. It'll only be a small affair... actually just the three of us. The last of the Blanchart's! Then Constance, in a few days your beloved Governor will be here. I told him I have a few half-breeds that might inter—est him, it is then that I will give him the big surprise present, you my dear Constance, you. Ah, if but it could be me that breaks your high handed spirit. But alas, tis not to be."
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