Chapter 20

"I don't think that will be a problem," he grunted, and as soon as he said it, his prick pulled from her sex, which was finally becoming attuned to his brutal rape, and plunged into her ass, without mercy.

Tearlag screamed again. Calum was ravaging her ass, already stinging from his savage whipping; many blows of which had tormented the very hole he was now tearing into.

"Master," she screamed, "please stop! You're killing me!"

"Just a few more strokes," he panted, thrusting like a dog in a bitch in heat. "There. There. Oh God! I'm cumming. Fuck, I'm cumming."

Tearlag felt him stiffen and his prick swelled in her tender asshole as spurt after spurt of his white goo flooded her rectum. The salty liquid doing nothing to soothe the rips and tears suffered by that organ in his callous attack. A few more thrusts and he withdrew his cock from her tender orifice.

"You may move now," he told her, wiping his rapidly deflating prick upon her ass.

Her hands released the settee, in agony from the pressure she'd held it with in her torment; the blood just rushing back into her fingers. She stood.

"Back on your knees," he ordered. "Clean up this mess - use your mouth," and he pointed at his limp cock.

His prick was soiled with the remnants of his sperm, her fluids, both from her sex and her rectum, a slimy, evil smelling, mess. She gingerly opened her mouth and took the foul thing in, almost gagging on the taste. She tried to avoid using her tongue and Calum noticed.

"Use your tongue, or you'll never get it clean. Believe me, it's not the worst thing you'll ever have in your mouth."

She assiduously attended to his organ for several minutes and was alarmed that he was beginning to get hard again. She didn't believe she could stand another Blackthorne fucking at this time. Every part of her body was in pain.

"That's fine," he said, pulling away, buttoning his breeches. "I want you to stay on the floor, legs spread, your ass resting on your heels. Your back should be straight, you shoulders thrown back, your breasts thrust out and your mouth open. It's a constant reminder that every part of your body is mine and may be used at any time. This is your primary position in my presence; one of subservience and obedience. I may occasionally require you to stand, when you do, your legs should be spread, hands behind your back, breasts thrust out and mouth open; that you may be better displayed to me."

He took a seat behind his desk, tossing the whip into the drawer and observing his new acquisition. Tearlag held her position, wondering what would happen next.

"Now that we've established our relative positions, clarified that you have the proper attitude and the disposition for what I have in mind, here is what you must now do," he said. "I have greatly desired the Cameron property for several years. I slowly poisoned the old man so no suspicion would fall on me and all I'd have to deal with was the young whelp, and the property would be mine. But after the old Laird dies, I found he has two other sons, both older, so now I'd have to deal with all three of them, and the young one's taken a wife and he may be getting her with child himself, which only makes the problem worse. I've got to find some other way of taking their property. It may be impossible to murder them all. Even I might have a hard time avoiding suspicion for that crime. In addition to which, they don't travel alone."

He got up from the desk, holding a riding crop. He circled around her and let the crop caress her breasts, teasing the nipples.

"I'm going to set you up in a house in Dervaig. I own the house, but no one knows it's mine. You will be given servants, money to operate the home, clothes, a carriage, whatever you need to establish yourself there as a respectable widow. While there, you will try to finagle yourself into the good graces of the Cameron's. Maybe you can establish a sexual relationship with the eldest son, Thorburn, I believe his name is, or befriend the wife of the youngest, Stuart. It doesn't matter what you do, or how you do it, that's up to you. I trust you have enough sense to figure it out."

He rapped the nipple sharply with the crop, causing Tearlag to flinch.

'You will spy on them, you will learn everything you can about them, you will report all information to me, so that I can come up with a plan to make their property mine. That's your task. If I get their property, I will take you as my wife, else, well, I suppose something else will come up. Questions?"

"How often should I report to you? Do I come here or will you come to me?" she asked.

"Good questions. We cannot be seen together. If they knew of our association, it's unlikely that you would ever get close to them. I would say that about once a week, you will pretend to make a trip to Tobermory to visit family members. You will come here instead. That will give us a chance to become better acquainted, don't you think?" He smiled wickedly. "But you can't be seen coming here. I have a secret tunnel which I shall show you that leads to my cellars, my dungeon, more specifically. From there, other passages go to this study or up to my bedroom. I shall arrange not to be disturbed on the days that you come. All three locations are soundproofed. Can't have peoples screams alarming the servants, can we? Stand!"

She stood immediately, and remembered her position. Calum nodded.

"Good girl. Here is the entrance to the passage behind the wall." He pushed a lever and the wall swung open. "Up there is my bedroom," and he pointed up a narrow staircase, "and down there is the dungeon," pointing the opposite way. "Grab your clothes, we're going down."

She gathered her clothing and followed him down the dark, steep stairs, nearly stumbling twice. They reached another wall and he showed the catch allowing her into that chamber. It was lit with a few oil lamps, but remained dark and shadowed. The catch on the opposite side of the wall was impossible to see and could only be felt for. He made sure she knew it's exact location on the wall.

"There's the main entrance to the dungeon, but hardly anyone but me ever comes down here," pointing at a solid steel door. "I occasionally require temporary help with particularly stubborn subjects, particularly if I want their suffering to continue while I'm asleep, but I manage quite well extracting the information I need. Put your clothes over there," pointing at something she recognized as a rack.

After setting her clothes down, he led her to what appeared to be a solid stone wall behind a pillory.

"This section of the wall pivots inward if you pull down on this device," and he pulled down on an sconce whose candle was unlit.

As he said, the a section of the wall pivoted in, leading to a dark underground passage.

"This leads about a quarter mile to the former village of Achnadrish. Most of the homes have been razed, but there a few old homes remaining, all deserted now," he said. "This tunnel will come up behind a cupboard in one of the homes. There are a few candles in that cupboard to help you find your way here. More candles here by the sconce. You will depart this way when you leave tonight so you will know in which home the tunnel ends. That is the only way you may come back here, and only at the agreed upon times. I will get messages to you telling you when. I expect you to keep detailed written notes of anything you learn about the Cameron's and bring them with you when you come. I may see something in your notes that you missed. Here's a purse with a hundred gold pieces. That should get you started on your clothes and furnishing the house to your satisfaction. Servants will be hired in Calgary to begin putting the house in order. You may move in within the week. You'll be given the address when it's ready. Now step this way."

He led her to two chains that dangled from the ceiling.

"Please master," she pleaded, "nae more. I'm aching all over. I can't stand anymore."