Chapter 128

Blackthorne came down the stairs and looked around for Teárlag. He saw her clothes, but didn't immediately see her waiting for him; until he looked at his pillory. She was bent over which is what made it harder for him to see her. Her head and hands were laid in the bottom of the holes; he had only to bring the top board down and she'd be trapped. He kept it low to bend his prisoners down, almost parallel to the ground. Her buttocks were arrayed fetchingly for him to use, as was her mouth, which he decided he would use again straightaway. He dropped the upper part of the arm down trapping her hands and neck. She remained calm and composed, a trait he wished to alter before she left. He pulled out his cock and pointed it at Teárlag's mouth.

"You know what to do with it, don't you."

She opened her mouth and Blackthorne thrust his cock in it, Teárlag obediently taking it down her throat.

"Make it nice and wet, now. It's going to be going in your ass shortly. Might as well make it a little easier on yourself."

She bathed it in her saliva, hoping to ease his entry. He slowly got harder and harder, enough to push it in her ass. She sucked hard, hoping to get him to release in her mouth. Or at least close enough to climax he wouldn't spend as much time in her ass. Alas, it was not to be. He pulled out of her mouth and walked around behind her, patting her bottom as he moved.

"I can hardly wait to shove my cock into your tight ass, see what Thorburn has been fucking recently."

"Yes, Master."

Not recently. Not since telling Thorburn I've been your spy on his household. No fucking of any kind. She grunted as he pushed his cock into her, a sudden pain emanating from her rectum, relieved he wasn't larger. Blackthorne started pumping his pathetic prick in and out of her ass. He made no effort to ease his entry into her, nor to allow her time to accustom herself to his violation. Tears rolled down her face. Teárlag tried clenching her buttocks together to increase the pressure on his prick in an effort to make him climax sooner, but his previous episode with her maid gave him more stamina than was his wont and the clenching just increased the pain for herself, so she relaxed as much as possible. Eventually, he grunted gutturally, rammed his cock as deep as it would go, and released, spurting his seed into her bottom.

"I can't believe how much satisfaction I receive from fucking what Thorburn believes to be his," Blackthorne said. "The feeling is exquisite, more than mere fucking. If you were a disgusting sow, it would still be perfect because he thought you belonged to him."

I no longer belong to Thorburn, Teárlag thought. Only you. Only you will use this body until I'm gone from your life forever. No more to mate with a real man, one who knows how to please a woman. Only you. The tears flowed harder.

Blackthorne offered his cock to her mouth once more and she dutifully cleaned it, fighting her nausea. When he was satisfied to it's cleanliness, he pulled out and returned it to his pants.

"Since you're in this position, I'll finish by marking you."

"Yes, Master. I'm to stop by the Keep again tomorrow. I remind you so your marks don't remain overlong and alert Thorburn to your ownership of me."

"Of course. It wouldn't be good for him to know you're my little pet. Mmmm, I think this soft whip will do today."

Teárlag knew well which whip he spoke of. He often used it when he didn't want marks lasting more than a night. It wouldn't leave long lasting welts, but it's stinging strands were quite painful. It was the reason she chose the pillory. At least it wouldn't be applied to the front of her body. Her buttocks were inured to most pain now, having experienced most every form of abuse Blackthorne could imagine.

"You've never chosen a position for your punishment before, "Blackthorne mused. "Why do so now, I wonder? Have you resigned yourself to my perversions and seek new experiences? Were you tired of hanging from your arms? Or was it because you realized we must resort to this whip to avoid marking you longer and hate having it used on your tits and cunt? Which is it, Teárlag? I don't quite believe you're accustomed to my perversions. You hoped to avoid me striking those lovely breasts and your sweet cunt, didn't you?"

Damn, nothing escaped him. "Yes, Master."

"Of course you did. You'll be unhappy to learn I will not reward your little deception, Teárlag. Spread your legs," he ordered. I obeyed, he would tolerate nothing less. He patted my head and disappeared behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, Blackthorne stopped. Satisfied, Blackthorne released her head and hands. She resisted the urge to crumple to the stone floor. Every tender part of her body was sore.

"I suggest you no longer attempt to steer me in certain directions, Teárlag. It only gives me new ideas to try out to give you most that which you are trying to avoid. You may get dressed now."

She stood a while longer, letting the pain wash over and through her, slowly dissipating to something less desperately immediate. Blackthorne waiting patiently. Her nipples and areola stung and her sex still throbbed, but she would survive. He seemed to accept her story regarding her lateness and why Thorburn and she had not slept together. She went to her dress and started putting it on. When she reached the blouse and bodice, she needed to leave the laces loose, her breasts too tender to subject them to fashionable confinement. She left the dress open and her breasts out, hoping she might fully dress before she got on the carriage, exposing herself to her servants.

When she was dressed as best she could under the circumstances. She started for the tunnel entrance.

"Don't forget to stop her on your way back tomorrow. I'll give you my decision."

"Yes, Master."

Teárlag gingerly walked down the long length of the tunnel. Reaching the end, she climbed the stairs, extinguished the candle and placed it in the drawer. She loosely covered her breasts, they were still smarting.

Who cares if the servants see me, she thought. Blackthorne may end up sharing me with all of them anyway. He certainly has no care for my nudity. She walked carefully out to the carriage, unconcerned for her disarray and climbed in with the assistance of her maid.