The
A
Cordelia Delacourt Adventure
Chapter
7 The Baron’s
Wife
Cordelia watched helplessly as Liz dropped her makeshift weapons and slowly raised her hands. Her companion had walked right into the Baron’s simple trap and was now as much at his mercy as she was. The Baron called out and two of his men moved into the room. “Secure the girl,” he ordered, “and keep and eye on both of them. I will return shortly.” He stepped out of the room while the two men closed in on Liz. They were taking no chances; each of the men kept a revolver trained on the girl as they closed in on her, then one stood back while Liz’s wrists were tied behind her back. About half an hour later on Thorstenburg entered the room. To say that he was in a foul mood would have in an understatement.
He crossed the room in three quick strides and slapped Liz across the face. “You little schlampen, you have ruined a decade of hard work. It will take me years to put it right.” He drew back his hand again, and then halted at Cordelia’s cry of rage.
“You coward. To hit a defenceless woman. One with her hands tied behind her.”
Von Thorstenburg glared at her and then with a visible effort brought himself under control. “I am sorry, my dear. I was forgetting myself. After all it is your day. And tonight we must consummate our marriage. I hope I have not put you out of sorts.”
“Out of sorts!” Cordelia spat. “You’ve chained me to the bed. And tonight you’ve promised to rape me. How can I not be out of sorts?”
“I assure you it will not be rape, Cordelia. I am sure that you will see your way clear to performing her wifely duty. After all, Miss Brown’s safety depends upon it.”
“You disgust me. You lure me and my aunt here along with Miss Brown, with promises of false hospitality and then threaten to perform surgical horrors on us that would turn us into monsters worse than anything Mary Shelley ever imagined.”
“I am hurt by your lack of respect, Cordelia. I had thought that you above all would understand my greatness. But I am nothing if not a patient man. Tonight we will celebrate our wedding night. And tomorrow you will begin to help me restore the damage your companion did to my laboratory. Now I will leave you to see that Miss Brown is properly secured. She has done enough mischief for now.” The Baron left the room, taking his guards with him, but securely chained to the bed, there was little Cordelia could do to escape. Quivering in rage, she could only shake her chains in frustration.
Liz was escorted to a small room, not far from the Baron’s chambers. It seemed to be something set aside for the Baron’s guards as it contained several cots and a chest of drawers. No doubt it was a way of keeping his guards close by just in case he needed them. The guards set her down on one of the beds, but other than leering at her suggestively made no move to molest her. A few minutes later the Baron appeared.
“Make sure that she stays here,” he said to the guards. “Miss Brown needs a damned good hiding. I’ll leave it up to you to see that she gets one. Just make sure that she it not permanently damaged. You may also amuse yourself with her in other ways as long as she can still walk when you are finished with her. She may still be useful as a hostage.”
The guards’ leers turned into lascivious smiles as they nodded their understanding. “Yes, Herr Baron,” they said in unison, both men stiffening to attention. The Baron turned and left, leaving Liz alone with the two men.
“Well, Albrecht, looks like we have the English bitch to ourselves for a few hours. Let’s see if we can keep this private. I see no reason to share her with the others until we’ve had our fill.”
Albrecht signified his agreement by closing and locking the door to the room. I think this will leave us in peace for a few hours,” he grinned.
Liz had understood just enough of the conversation to know what she was in for; although the looks the guards gave her had been more than enough for her to guess. However, she was not prepared for the sudden blow to the midriff that the other guard gave her. It doubled her over and left her retching violently.
“Not too hard,” Heinrich cautioned. “I want her to be able to move her ass when if fuck her. We can work her over a bit later after had our way with her.”
Heinrich grinned his agreement. “Who gets her first?”
Albrecht pulled out a coin. “Call it,” he said as he flipped it into the air.
“The emperor,” Heinrich said.
“Damn,” he commented when it came down. “Alright. You get her cunt first. I’ll take her tits and mouth.”
Liz listened to the calm discussion of how the two men were going to rape her while she attempted to get her breath back. She had fallen to her knees and knelt helplessly, her hands still bound behind her while she fought to get her diaphragm to operate properly. However, she was given little time. Albrecht hauled her to her feet, and while Heinrich held her, ripped open her shirt.
“Wunderbar,” Albrecht exclaimed. “She is a real beauty. She has tits like a Valkyrie.” Liz had no idea what a Valkyrie was, but supposed that it was a compliment. She found her voice, moaning in pain as Albrecht palmed her breasts, crushing them cruelly. “Bludgers,” she gasped. “I’ll ‘ave yer balls.”
It was unlikely that either of the two men understood her, but her tone of voice was enough to set them off. “The bitch needs a cock in her. That’ll shut her up,” Albrecht said. He bent down and pulled off Liz’s shoes and then grabbed the cuffs of her oversized men’s trousers and jerked them down her legs. Liz tried to kick him as her legs came free, but Albrecht caught her ankles. Struggling, the two men carried her toward one of the beds.
They draped her across it so that her head hung off one side and her ankles were over the other side. Albrecht began to unbutton his trousers while Heinrich shifted his position so that he was on the other side of the bed, holding Liz by her shoulders and pinning her to the bed. Albrecht dropped his trousers and caught Liz’s kicking legs once again. “Now schlampen it’s time to see how tight that sweet little cunt of yours is.”
With a grunt Albrecht entered her. Liz gasped, trying to ignore the pain. It was something she had endured countless times, often with a smile on her face as she tried to please a customer. But the fact that she had let men have sex with her for a living did not make being raped any more pleasant. She lay still and tried not to think about what Albrecht was doing between her legs and what Heinrich was doing to her breasts. The latter had opened his trousers, and was almost sitting on her face while he squeezed her breasts.
“Bludgers,” she thought. “I’ll get back at ‘em,” and then clenched her teeth as Albrecht forced his way into her. “Gor blimey, it hurt. It always seemed to hurt when she was taken against her will. Even when she had spread her legs for money it had sometimes hurt. But this was worse. Somehow the fact that she was being forced and that the men violating her wanted to hurt her made it worse. It was a bestial and violent act that had her gasping in pain and humiliation.
“That’s it, schlampen,” Heinrich jeered, mistaking Liz’s sudden lack of opposition as cooperation. “Just lie back and enjoy it. We won’t hurt you too badly. He immediately contradicted himself by grabbing her hair and jerking her head back, forcing her mouth open. He leaned forward, the tip of his phallus so close she could smell his unwashed body. “You bite and I’ll remove all of your teeth. Just don’t forget the Baron told us to work you over. Cooperate and we’ll take it a bit easy on you.”
Liz swallowed as the head of his member was pushed past her lips. The position was incredibly awkward. With her head arched back and down it was difficult to accept Heinrich’s shaft and she had to struggle to breathe as he thrust it between her lips. “That’s it,” he said. “I’ll push it in nice and slow and you give it a good suck.”
Sucking was about the last thing on Liz’s mind. Breathing was number one as Heinrich shoved his crotch against her, shutting off the flow of air through her nose and driving his thick staff to the back of her throat. Only the fact that he began to move in and out, slowly fucking her mouth, gave her a chance to gulp a few breaths. “How is she?” Heinrich asked.
“Tight,” Albrecht answered. “Be nice if she moved her ass a bit more, but she’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” He shifted his weight forward, burying himself within her, and took over squeezing Liz’s breasts.
Liz moaned, not erotically, but in pain and discomfort. Her jaw ached from being forced into the unnatural position and her sensitive breasts felt like as if they had been pounded with a meat tenderizer. Between her legs Albrecht was pounding into her with bruising efficiency, each thrust brutally painful, until finally he released his cream into her. At the same time Heinrich withdrew from her mouth, but her ordeal was far from over. “Now it’s my turn,” he said, moving to the other side of the bed.
Liz gasped for air. She tried to remain calm. It was the only way she would get out of her terrible predicament. She had to survive. There was no other way she could rescue Cordelia.
“What have you done with Miss Brown?” Cordelia demanded as soon as the Baron returned. “If she has been harmed I will not rest until you have been punished.”
“It is not the place of a wife to threaten her husband,” the Baron replied. “But rest assured, Miss Brown is being well taken care of, just as you will be well taken care of.”
Cordelia did not like the sound of that answer. “You are disgusting. You cannot hope to get away with such a mad plan. Sooner or later someone will find out.”
Von Thorstenburg moved slightly toward her and Cordelia tried not to cringe. Her arms and shoulders ached and she felt far from brave in her helpless position. The Baron was clearly mad and she had been in the unfortunate position of being in the power of madmen before. She controlled her breathing and waited to see what he was planning.
To her relief he did nothing, but look at her. She was still fully clothed, although her white wedding dress was plastered to the sweating body. He leaned toward her. “Cordelia, you are my wife. I know that the circumstances of our marriage are somewhat unusual, but I do not want to take you by force. If I release you I would like your word that you will not attempt to escape and will honour that marriage as a wife should.”
Cordelia boiled with rage, but somehow she kept her reply civil. Somehow she had to escape. Chained to the bed she was helpless and it seemed that only the Baron could release her. “Will you allow Miss Brown and my aunt to leave the castle unhindered?”
“If it will please you I will release them today. But in return you must promise to please me as a wife should.”
“Then I would see my aunt and Miss Brown now so that I may be sure they have not been harmed. And I wish to witness their exit from the castle.”
“I cannot do that,” the Baron replied stepping back. “Miss Brown and Miss Knotworth are my guarantee of your compliance. You will be granted your wish once you have completed your wifely duties. You have my word.”
“Your word?” Cordelia asked.
“I know that you may have reason to doubt me, Cordelia, but if you think back on our conversations you should know that I have never actually lied to you and I am not lying now.”
“You lured me here under false pretenses. Was that not a lie?”
“I confess that you are right about that, Cordelia. However, it has never been my intention to harm you and if you recall you were most enthusiastic about seeing my work. It was not at all difficult to convince you to come here.”
Cordelia knew that the Baron had her there. Her own naïve curiosity and lack of caution had placed her within his power. And she had drawn Liz and Aunt Priscilla with her. Somehow she had to get them out of this mess and the only way she could do that would be to give in to the Baron’s demands. She was exhausted from kneeling on the bed with her arms held over her head. It seemed she had no choice but to trust him. “I will do as you wish,” she said, bowing her head.
“Wonderful,” the Baron replied. He immediately produced a key and unlocked Cordelia’s shackles. “It is all for the best my dear. I assure you. Everything will soon be as it should be.”
Cordelia collapsed onto the bed, her arms and shoulders throbbing with pain as the blood rushed back into them. She had been forced to hold the painful position for almost two hours and her muscles ached from the strain as well as her frantic efforts to escape. Only the fact that the manacles had been padded had prevented her from scraping her wrists raw.
“I will give you time to prepare,” von Thorstenburg said. “Perhaps you would like to bathe before we consummate our marriage. I will send in a serving girl to attend you.”
Cordelia slumped on the bed. There seemed no way out of the dreadful bargain she had made with the Baron. Gloomily she waited for the maidservant, making not the least effort to prepare herself.
The sound of the door opening and closing alerted her to the arrival of the maidservant. She was an older woman of stout build and solid German features, her graying hair tied back in a bun. “Come Liebchen. Let’s get you ready. This will be a wonderful event in your life. The Baron is a great man. You should be honoured.”
“And who are you?”
Cordelia thought,
“his
mother?” Nevertheless,
she allowed herself to be led to the washroom, where her wedding garments
were stripped off and she was helped into a steaming tub of hot
water. She had to admit the bath
felt good even if it did nothing to alleviate her
apprehension. Giving herself
to a man she despised would not be easy, even to save Liz and her
aunt.
Her nervousness increased as she was dressed in a filmy white nightdress and became even more pronounced as her long auburn hair was given a final brushing. “Just relax,” the serving woman said. “You will be fine. Every bride is nervous on her wedding night.”
Apparently the Barron’s servants had no idea of what their master was up to; either that or they just didn’t care what the Baron did as long as they got paid. Of course, there was always the possibility that they knew exactly what was going on, but were so loyal that they would serve their master no matter how depraved his acts. Whatever the reason, Cordelia did not argue with the serving woman, allowing her to prattle on about the Baron, knowing that every moment brought her closer to her wedding night.
Shortly after the serving woman left two more attendants
entered. Fortunately the serving
woman had dressed Cordelia in a concealing robe before she
left. The revealing nightgown
wore under the robe left very little to the
imagination. The attendants were
carrying several trays of food and a chilled magnum of
Felling as if she was sitting down to a last meal, Cordelia took her place
at the table and allowed the silent servants to serve
her. The Baron’s absence
did not bother her; she would have found it almost impossible to eat if he
had been sitting across from her.
She supposed that he was dealing with the damage Liz had caused, whatever
that was. The bottle of
The meal over, the servants withdrew, leaving her alone. Cordelia found to her dismay that when she attempted to get to her feet she seemed stuck to the chair. “Grashsush what’ve I done?” she murmured. She suddenly didn’t feel very well, although her fear of the Baron had greatly diminished. With some effort she forced herself to her feet and headed for the bathroom. Somehow she made it without falling and after a few intense minutes felt considerably better and quite a bit lighter.
She was however, so drunk she had to hold onto the wall to make her way to
the bed. Shucking off her robe,
she tottered toward it and fell face-down on the
coverlet.
Her timing was perfect
vis-à-vis the arrival of her husband. The door opened and the Baron
entered, pausing in stunned surprise when he was greeted by a drunken Cordelia.
“Good evening, yer
lexellenshy,” she slurred. She managed to raise herself into a crouching
position on the bed, giving the Baron a charming view of her firm, youthful
breasts.
The Baron frowned. “I
see you made good use of the
Cordelia remembered something
about Aunt Priscilla and Liz. “How ‘bout Mish Brown?” she
asked, shifting her body so that she lay flat on the bed, her backside slightly
elevated.
“Miss Brown is being
well taken care of,” the Baron replied, licking his lips as he eyed
her provocative pose. “I see you are somewhat better disposed toward
me now that you have had a bit of food and
drink.”
“You shink sho?”
Cordelia asked, her head spinning. She knew that what she was doing was quite
inappropriate, but somehow nothing seemed to matter very much except her
bargain with the Baron. She was supposed to do something for him although
what it was exactly had slipped her mind. A great deal seemed to have slipped
her mind, like what she was doing in the Baron’s bedroom dressed like
a virgin on her wedding night or why the Baron was studying her in so predatory
a manner.
“Baron,” she asked,
“why’re you undreshing? Don’t you know theresh a lady
preshent?”
She spoiled the effect of
the question by rolling provocatively onto her back, her diaphanous nightgown
slipping off one exquisite shoulder. From this position, with her head upside
down and her long hair spread out atop the bed, she watched the Baron undress,
noting the meticulous manner in which he carefully folded or hung each piece
of clothing. He stopped just before removing his trousers and dimmed the
gas lights and then slipped of his trousers, folding them neatly and hanging
them over the back of a chair.
He moved to the bed and
turned back the covers. “Come
Cordelia,” he said, patting the lower
sheet. He held out his
hand. “Come into the
bed.”
As if in a dream Cordelia
extended her hand and allowed the Baron to draw her toward
him. This was something she knew
she was supposed to do, although she could no longer remember exactly
why. “You’re going
to have quite a headache in the morning, my dear,” the Baron whispered
as he took her in his arms.
“But perhaps it is just as well you drank so
much. I expect it will make things
easier.”
“Mmm,” Cordelia
murmured. Somehow she was now
lying on her back and the Baron was caressing her breasts and
belly. She stretched her body
out, arching into his embrace and giving him greater access to her most sensitive
areas. His mouth found hers,
and it seemed only natural that she should return his kiss, her lips parting
and her tongue meeting his.
The Baron broke the kiss
in surprise. “You seem somewhat
more experienced than I would have expected.”
“Did you
shink I wouldn’t know how to kissh?”
Cordelia giggled.
“There seems even more
to you than I thought,” the Baron
replied. “How much more
have you been hiding from me?”
He moved to kiss her again and Cordelia once again returned
it. This time he held it longer
at the same time shifting his body so that one knee was between her
thighs.
“Ahh!” Cordelia
gasped as his hand moved over her left breast and traced a long slow path
to the area between her legs.
Without thinking she spread her legs, invitingly, while her own hand
found the Baron’s engorged phallus.
“Oh,” she gasped.
“That’s a big one.”
“You’re not a
virgin are you?” the Baron said, his mood suddenly
changing. He pushed her away
from him and looked into her eyes.
“Haven’t been a virgin shincshe I wash taken by Abdul Ali Mustapha,” she giggled. “And that wash a year or sho ago. Doesh it matter?”
“Of course it matters you little slut. I married you in good faith. Now I find out that you are little more that a common whore.” Angrily the Baron loomed over her. Cordelia, however, was still too drunk to feel threatened.
“Thatsh jusht shtupid,” She replied, her mouth forming a little pout. “I thought you liked me.”
“You English slut,” the Baron replied. “I’ll show you how much I like you.” He pushed her back down on the bed and roughly forced her legs apart.
“Not so fasht yer exlency,” Cordelia muttered. She was vaguely aware that the Baron seemed angry with her, although why he should be escaped her. But her confusion was forgotten as he suddenly thrust into her.
“Ohh,” she gasped. “Ohh, Oh!” It was a good thing she was more than ready for him. The Baron was suitably endowed and his initial penetration would have been painful had her love canal not been so wet.
“You’ll make more noise than that before I’m through with you,” the Baron growled. He withdrew slightly, preparatory to punishing her again, but Cordelia moved a little faster. Twisting her body her hand found the Baron’s phallus, her fingers moving to the root and the sexual pressure point she knew was there. Even in her drunken state she had not forgotten the sexual lessons she had been taught by the man who had first made love to her. Several months of captivity in the Bey’s harem had taken her from an innocent and protesting virgin to an acceptable lover and she had gotten even better when she had found her French lover, the Comte d’Artois.
The Baron was now the surprised recipient of these skills and he reacted with astonishment. “Himmel!” he exclaimed. “Where did you learn that?”
He raised his body and simply stared at her in amazement. “What are you, Cordelia?”
A very drunk Cordelia, however, was not interested in conversation. She had an agreement to fulfill and the Baron had stimulated her libido. “Come on, Baronsy,” she lisped. “Finish what you started.” She stroked her breasts, pinching the already stiff nipples.
“Mein Gott,” the Baron gasped. But he needed no second invitation. He moved between Cordelia’s willing legs. She moaned as he entered her, wrapping her legs about his waist and drawing him into her with a strength that had the Baron groaning in surprise.
“So that’s how you want it,” he murmured. Gripping her firm backside he slammed into with such force that the massive four-poster bed creaked alarmingly.
“Ahh!” Cordelia cried, but she did not relax her grip, locking her heels together behind the Baron’s back and pulling him until she grunted in pain. “Oh my,” she gasped. “Oh my.”
The Baron pulled back slightly, amazed at the passion being displayed by his partner, and then thrust into her again, more slowly this time, penetrating to almost the full length of his staff before withdrawing and then repeating the action. Cordelia heaved her body against him, her fingernails biting into the Baron’s back as sexual fervor swept over her. Somewhere in the back of her mind a nagging little voice was telling her that she should not be doing what she was doing, but another more urgent voice was telling the first voice to shut up. Caught up in a wave of desire, her judgment dulled by the wine, she moaned and strained against the Baron, her body begging for more.
“You little schlampen,” the Baron gasped. “I’ll give you all you want.” He quickened his pace watching the wondrous movements of Cordelia’s breasts as he pounded into her.
Cordelia’s cries and moans increased as an orgasm built within her. Finally it burst forth, her vagina convulsing with such strength that the Baron moaned in amazement. “You think you’re finished?” he gasped as Cordelia fell back, exhausted. “You’re not finished until I say you are.”
He gave her a dozen more hard thrusts and then rising above her, twisted her hips, flipping her onto her belly. Cordelia lay panting, her sweat covered body still quivering in passion, when she felt the cheeks of her exquisite derriere being parted. At first her fogged brain didn’t connect the touch of the Baron’s fingers on her backside with anything else and then she felt his slick phallus sliding between her firm moons.
She stiffened, tightening her sphincter, knowing even in her intoxicated condition that without proper preparation what the Baron planed would be incredibly painful.
“No you don’t schlampen. You’re going to take it and you’re going to take it where I want to put it.” He slapped her cheeks hard, his fingers imprinting on the beautifully rounded contours.
“No!” Cordelia protested, attempting to roll over, but the Baron
was firmly between her thighs and his hands shifted to the small of her back,
pinning her so that she couldn’t
move. Then he leaned hard into
her, using his weight and the rigidity of his member to force his way between
her buttocks. She cried out in
fear as the head of his penis drove against her anus and then whimpered in
pain as he started to work his way into
her.
“Stop,” she gasped, her drunken slurring driven from her by the fear of what was happening to her. Suddenly she was considerably more sober as pain and fear cleared her head. She had been anally raped before and always it had been a brutal and frightening experience. She fought frantically to escape, shaking off the alcoholic haze that shrouded her mind. Whimpering she felt the Baron slowly working his way into her.
With a sudden jerk he forced his way past her tight sphincter, breaking through the guard that protected her anal cavity. “Ahhh!” She cried out sharply as he slipped into her.
“What’s the matter you little slut?” the Baron jeered. “Have I finally found something you haven’t done?”
“Stop,” Cordelia moaned. “You’re hurting me.”
“It will give you something to remember from our wedding night,” the Baron replied. “Something painful but instructive. And that is that I am always in charge.” He thrust into her as he finished speaking, burying his cock up to his balls in her backside.
Cordelia screamed, arching her back as she was impaled, but the Baron was relentless, punishing her again and again until he too finally climaxed, spurting his seed within her.
“A bit of a waste of my priceless sperm, but I will have plenty of opportunities to put it into your womb during our long relationship.” The Baron pulled out of her and collapsed onto the bed beside Cordelia. “A good start to our marriage, but I expect it will get even better once you have learned to please me without becoming completely inebriated.”
Humiliated and in considerable pain, Cordelia wept, but the Baron ignored her. He rolled over and getting out of the bed stepped into the bathroom where he spent several minutes. He emerged dressed in a silk robe and walked to the door. “I will leave you until morning. Tomorrow you and I can work on repairing the damage caused by your companion. Rest well. I am not an easy taskmaster, and I will expect you to repeat your wifely duty tomorrow night.”
Cordelia buried her head in the pillows, hiding her sobs from the departing
Baron. She was still very
drunk. Even the pain of her ordeal
could not drive away to effects of the huge volume of alcohol she had consumed,
but she was well aware of what had happened to
her. Her bargain with the Baron
had gone horribly wrong. It would
have been far better if she had simply submitted to his attentions without
the help of the
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