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are
right, my lord," he added. "I spend too much time preparing the
wench. I thought that was what you desired to see, but I will do as
you wish. Whatever you wish."
    "Good. Get on with it." Louvet
stumbled around the bed. "Give those titty clamps to me and I'll
put them on her. You just do the fucking."
    Isobel took a careful breath and
closed her eyes. Almost instantly she felt her husband's rough,
swollen fingers fumbling at her sensitive nipples, his ragged
unkempt fingernails scratching her tender skin. He clamped first
her left nipple and then the right. Fierce pain ensued. He had
clamped them too tight, of course, and when he laughed and jostled
them with his clumsy fingers her breasts ached, her nipples
throbbed. She wanted to scream but somehow bit it back. Now he
shouted at Alonso to fuck her.
    She opened her eyes as she felt his
hard cock pushing between her legs again. At least that sensation
would soon overcome the pain, she thought hopefully. But Louvet
remained at the side of the bed, pulling on the clamps while Alonso
did his task. She groaned, her nipples burning, the screams
building.
    Then, to her intense relief, her
tormentor decided he needed more wine. Losing interest in her
breasts, he fell back to his chair. While he was busy pouring his
wine, Alonso speedily and efficiently loosened the screws on the
wooden clamps.
    Isobel was so grateful she felt
obliged to mouth a "thank you". He smiled and licked around her
aching nipples to bring them further relief. Then he resumed the
fucking as ordered, rough and hard. But he kept his eyes on hers
and this time she did not look away.
     

Chapter Six
     
    For the next two nights the couplings
continued the same way. The Baron was always present, shouting
commands from the foot of the bed while he got steadily drunk. On
each occasion Alonso was expected to spend twice at least and he
had no difficulty with this rule. The Lady Isobel's body had
charmed him as if she was indeed a witch, and he had a never-ending
supply of seed.
    But one rule he did not
like was the Baron's insistence that the lady get no pleasure from
the mating. In defiance Alonso made certain Lady Isobel enjoyed
just as many climaxes as did he, although he had to be careful in
doing so, for her husband watched them like a hawk. He did not mind
how the Baron might take out his anger on him , but he didn't want Isobel
punished for enjoying herself. Nor did he want another stud
randomly picked out to take his place in bed with her. Suspicious
of Louvet and his motives, he sent a message to his brothers.
Hopefully one or two would arrive soon and provide reinforcements
should the Baron talk of calling on other men to service his
wife.
    Each night he sent a tray of food and
drink to the lady's chamber with the same discretion.
    Since the Baron had decreed no words
would be exchanged between them during the daylight hours, Alonso
kept out of her way to avoid temptation, but this only increased
his eagerness for the nightfall when he would see her
again.
    One morning, while he stood in the
yard, talking to a groom, he glanced up at her window and saw her
looking down again. She wore a simple gown of emerald wool that
matched her eyes. Even from that distance he could admire their
brilliant color. Her hair that day was tied in two braids and she
looked youthful. While he watched she bit into an apple and chewed
slowly, her eyes thoughtful, studying him.
    His first thought was gladness to see
her eating, but then the sight of her pink lips settling over the
juicy flesh and her small, white teeth tearing into the fruit made
his cock pulse and stretch in his chausses.
    When she licked her lips and took
another bite he could hear the crisp sound as if she stood right
beside him.
    By now he expected her to close her
window with a haughty flourish, as she usually would whenever she
saw him watching her, but instead she leaned her shoulder to the
open shutter and, if he was not mistaken, she had