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  “Not at all, Sir Richard. I enjoyed it as much as your other guests.” He cleared his throat. “It’s about the gypsies camped on your heath. The people of Pokehollow Village think they abducted one of their girls last night. I was wondering if any of your staff observed them moving about during the night?”

  Richard turned to Chalmers. “What did you see? You were out by the forest with Gregor all night. Anything suspicious?”

  “I saw the gypsies leave in one of their wagons just at sunset. They headed east across the heath toward Pokehollow Road. They might have gone there.”

  “No, they didn’t, brother.” Addy came skipping into the room. “They were in Lympwick until three o’clock in the morning. They couldn’t have got to Pokehollow before morning.”

  “How do you know that?”

  “Because,” Addy said with a giggle, “I was with them. Disguised myself as one of them, and stayed with them until we got back to the place where Pokehollow Road starts north from Lympwick Road.”

  Inspector Gall rubbed his bronze-haired beard. “The girl was taken about midnight. If all the gypsies were in Lympwick Village, then they could not have done it.”

  Richard stared at Addy, “You were with the gypsies and danced in front of the men?”

  “I think so. I can’t remember much—it all seemed so dim and foggy. I don’t even remember coming home.”

  “Were you drunk?”

  “Brother dear! I had only one glass of wine.”

  Richard started to speak, but Inspector Gall interrupted, “Wine? Was it the same wine the others were drinking?”

  “No,” Addy said with a puzzled frown, “it looked different, and tasted funny, but I didn’t want to look like a sissy, so I drank it.”

  “Drugged?” Richard asked the Inspector.

  “Most likely, Sir Richard,” Gall answered. “I’ve been watching that innkeeper and his bartender ever since that time your cousin—what’s her name...?”

  “Triese.”

  “Yes, since Triese was drugged in his tavern by those Frenchmen. I’ll take them both in for questioning and have my sergeant search the premises.”

  “Good. We can’t afford to have Scotland Yard come sniffing about our shire. Too many secrets, too many amusements to hide.”

  “I’ll do everything I can to keep this just between us. Now, I’d like your permission to question your gypsy guests.”

  “Of course, Inspector. You’re welcome on our lands anytime.”

  “Good-day, Sir Richard, and thank you for your time.”

  “You’re welcome. Come for a social call soon. We have some new girls that would pleasure your cock the way you like best.”

  “I will, and thank you again.”

  “Oh, Inspector,” Addy chirped, “I see you drove your new motor car here. Will you take me for a ride in it?” She approached him and pressed her body against his. “I can really say ‘thank you’ in a special way.”

  “I’d love to take you for a spin, Addy, but I have an investigation keeping me busy today. Perhaps next week.”

  “Okay,” she replied with a grin. “I want to practice shifting your knob.”

  ***

  “All of us gypsies were in Lympwick last night,” Karel said. “Every one of us. And we didn’t get back here until almost dawn.”

  “If you want to catch the man that took her,” Stasio added, “why don’t you find out who was in our camp last night?”

  “Yes, Inspector,” Karel continued, “when we returned, the doors of our wagons were left open, and our beds searched. Maybe whoever kidnapped that poor girl came here first, looking for our women.”

  “Ach!” Hedy shrieked. She gripped her hair and tugged it as she ran to her wagon. “We will all be killed! I told you so! I will be dead, and then you will know I was right!” She slammed the wagon door and scrambled under her bed.

  Inspector Gall laughed with the rest of the men. “I already talked to Addy...I mean, Miss Cailean, and she says she was with you. I believe you are innocent, but I need to know if you saw anyone on the road or in the heath last night.”

  The men shook their heads. “I’m sorry, Inspector. I wish we could help you. But I will post a guard every night from now on. If we see or hear anything, we will let you know.”

  “Thank you, Karel. If you would, I need your help. My police constables will be searching Lairwood Forest west of Pokehollow this afternoon. Could you and your men assist them?”

  “Of course. We would like the people of this shire to think of us gypsies as good men and women, not thieves and seducers. We will be glad to help.”

  Gall climbed into his motor car and drove off toward Baron Reznik’s castle.

  ***

  “Patience, my friend, she will wake up soon.” Dagan stroked his hands over Luvina’s now-naked body. The two had stretched the unconscious girl out on a grotesque-shaped bench in the cellar of the Baron’s castle, and pulled her arms downward along the sides of it. Her shoulders, elbows and wrists were strapped tight to the framework. Her legs were bent at the knees, and opened wide like a book. More black leather straps held them prisoner, exposing her defenseless pussy for the males’ wicked playtime. Luvina’s golden-haired head hung down over the front edge of the bench, her rosebud mouth opened slightly as her slow breath flowed in and out.

  “She’s so beautiful, isn’t she, my friend?”

  The hulking creature grunted a low-pitched rumble of glee as his oversized hands rubbed up and down the inside of Luvina’s thighs. His fingers prowled toward her pussy.

  “No, not yet, my friend. It will be so much more interesting when she is awake and struggling. We want her to feel us exploring her feminine charms. We want to hear her screams as we fuck her. This is just like the old days, my friend, when pretty girls were all over Voldavia, ours for the taking.” His blissful smile transmuted into a scowl. “Then came the bad time.” He snarled and his eyes smoked with vengeance. “But we will make these people pay, won’t we?” he patted the creatures naked buttocks. “Their beautiful daughters will be our helpless toys.” Dagan’s wicked grin matched his friend’s. “And when we release them, the girls will fill the villager’s ears with tales of terror about how we fucked them and abused them, and they will never catch us again!”

  Laughter gushed from the creature’s throat, sounds like gravel sliding down a tiled roof.

  Luvina’s eyelashes fluttered, and a whispered moan hung on her lips. Her head moved a fraction of an inch.

  “Mother,” she murmured softly, her eyes still closed. “Oh, Mommy, I had such a horrible dream!”

  Her eyelids crept open, and she stared at the black ceiling with a confused shake of her head.

  “What? Where...?” She tugged at her arms, but they refused to move. “My legs, why are they...?”

  Dagan and his friend leaned over the bench, their leering faces above hers.

  “YIE-E-E-E-E!” Luvina screamed. Her body strained and struggled, fighting against the leather straps, her breath gasping. Horror flickered in her staring eyes as the helpless exposure of her nakedness and imprisonment flooded her frantic brain. “No! No!” she gasped as she felt their hands glide over the silky nakedness of her breasts and belly. “No! Please...let me go, LET ME GO! Augh! Ungh!”

  Dagan’s lunatic giggle blended with the creature’s sibilant whine of lechery. Cocks rose and reported their readiness. Male bellies burned with churning lust. There was no exchange of polite niceties, no flattering whispers of devotion, no gentle caress to seduce a willing maiden. This was a theater of raw, violent sex, a pantomime danced by rigid cocks long starved for the comfort of a young girl’s dainty pussy.

  Dagan went first. His short, powerful legs drove his chubby body up the steps at the foot of the bench. He crawled onto the bench and hovered over her on his hands and knees. His dancing cock dangled over her trembling pussy.

  “Oh God, no! Don’t do that to me,” her voice choked on her sobs as Dagan hesitated, drinking in
the anguish on her face. Every muscle in her body strained in a forlorn struggle to escape. With wicked glee, Dagan slowly lowered his torso, inch by inch, savoring every whimper, every sob borne on her crimson lips.

  “AUGH! Help! Someone please help me!”

  The purple bulb of Dagan’s cock brushed her pussy lips.

  “Oh! Oh! Ohmygod! Make it stop! Make it go away!”

  Dagan grasped his manhood, exulting in the feel of hot blood pounding through its veins. He guided it into her separating lips and pressed against her maidenhood membrane. “She feels so good, my friend. Your huge cock will enjoy this when I am finished with her.”

  There were no more words from Luvina’s quaking mouth. But there were sounds; the feminine bleating of a sacrificial ewe, the whinny of a terrified yearling mare imprisoned in the stallion’s stall while he mounts her. Then her shriek as she feels the male intruder rip away the flimsy sheath guarding a maiden’s virtue.

  Dagan grunted triumph as his cock plunged into the depths of Venus’ quiver. He began slowly, at first. Raising his hips, drawing out a half-length of his long cock. Then sinking down, boring his manhood into the velvety clasp of her vagina, pressing his hairy torso against Luvina’s shaking belly. Stroke, then counter-stroke, relishing the feminine feel of her intimate orifice being forced to caress the tingling nerve sensors in the swollen purple bulb of his cock.

  “AUH-H-H-H!” The voice of a primate beast trotted from his throat. “GUAGH-H-H-H” The snarl of Dagan’s conquest raked against Luvina’s ears.

  Her head hung down over the edge of the bench, her eyes clamped shut, her head shaking slowly in denial.

  This can’t be happening! No, it’s all a horrible nightmare! It’s not real! But Luvina’s body accused her of lying. Every nerve in her pussy screamed out the reality of male sex penetrating her. Every inch of her belly recorded the rough scrape of a hairy male body undulating on top of her. Her nipples swelled. Her breasts, so tender, sensitive. They anticipated the touch of a male chest; brushing, scrubbing, mauling them into...What? Pleasure! Ohmygod, it’s crazy! Get me out of here before my mind unravels into insanity!

  Luvina’s universe imploded into the lyric rocking motion of Dagan’s body, the insistent snaking of that living, pulsing, harpoon of male flesh doing its impish work inside her.

  Something flickered and switched on.

  “Ungh! Augh!” Luvina’s hips surged, their spontaneous twitch surprising her reeling brain.

  What’s wrong with my body? What horrible thing is this demon doing to it?

  “OUGH! YAUGH!” A thousand doves exploded into flight and performed tumbling circles inside her belly. She felt their feathery touch teasing her pussy.

  Once more she struggled against her binding straps. Their unyielding grip comforted her. Like a child held fast in strong, confining arms, she felt cherished.

  “Oh! God--it feels, it feels...AUGH!” This time her back arched and her torso strained to raise her pussy against that wiry-haired halo surrounding the manhood piercing her.

  Dagan’s mind was submerged in the maelstrom of lust, his movements completely disconnected from his consciousness. He was raging male flesh, manipulated in the talons of a mindless beast from the darkest chasm of the primordial jungle. His lovely prey, captured and defenseless, lay under him while he ravaged her sanctuary of womanhood.

  “ARGH-UH! N-N-NGUH!” His thrusting slowed, becoming more intense, more violent. “A-A-AUGH!” His head lifted showing his mouth gaping, his teeth dripping drool. “YAGH!” His hips slammed into Luvina’s crotch. Dagan’s breath changed to convulsing gasps as he felt the hot cum surf through his shuddering cock and spew into her captive pussy.

  Again and again his groin slammed into Luvina’s crotch while she shrieked and jerked her head from side to side. She gasped and panted, grinding her pussy against that male thing that enslaved her flesh in this blinding moment of ecstasy.

  Dagan’s sweating body slowed, his movements less extreme, until he glided to a halt. With a shuddering moan of squandered strength, he slumped his squat, pudgy body onto Luvina. With a long, drawn out sigh, he sank into sweet slumber. The impact of Luvina’s first orgasm had drained her endurance, and she fainted.

  The creature crouched beside the two bodies, his wrong-positioned eyes wide, and glazed over with rapture at the carnal spectacle. His bulbous lips hung loose on a deformed chin as milky drool guttered from the corners of his mouth. His throat made gentle, cooing sounds as his beefy hands tenderly smoothed the tangled hair over Dagan’s forehead.

  He waddled over to the wall and selected a braided whip. Caressing it and murmuring as he rubbed the stained wooden handgrip affectionately against his cheek. He returned to the bench where Dagan slept blissfully on top of the unconscious girl’s body. He sat down, cooing to his throbbing cock as he gently caressed it with the leather-tasseled tip of the whip. The morning passed, and afternoon waned. He patiently waited for his friend and protector to awaken, and relinquish this defenseless girl’s body to the brutal ravaging of his whip and defilement with his ponderous cock.

  Chapter Six

  Hide and Seek

  Inspector Gall stepped from his red motor car and gazed up at the two towers at each end of the castle wall. The sun sparkled on the sections of new stone that healed the gaps. The ivy vines climbing up the walls had been carefully preserved, and already were growing over the repairs.

  He crossed the courtyard and climbed the long flight of wide stone steps leading to the iron-studded oak door. It swung open a moment after he hammered the gargoyle-shaped knocker against the wood.

  A tall, thin man in a sagging gray suit stood in the opening. “Good afternoon, sir. May I ask...”

  “Inspector Gall of the Shire Constabulary. I want to speak to Baron Vartan Reznik.”

  “Very good sir. I am his butler, Graveston. If you will step into the study, I will summon him.” Graveston led him into a high-ceiling room lined with dark walnut bookcases. Gall was still inspecting the book titles when the Baron strode into the room, his hand extended.

  “Good afternoon, Inspector. And what do I owe to the pleasure of this unexpected visit?” They shook hands, and Baron Vartan stepped behind his desk.

  “Good afternoon, Baron,” Gall said with the slightest nod possible to fulfill courtesy. “I’ll come straight to the point. Last night a girl was abducted from the village of Pokehollow. Except for a nearby farm cottage, your castle is the closest place she could have been brought to.”

  “Good lord!” Vartan sank into his chair.

  Gall noted a sudden paleness in Vartan’s face, and a slight quaver of his hands.

  “What are you saying, Inspector? That I...”

  “No,” Gall said quickly, “I’m just asking all the local people if they had seen or heard any commotion last night. Witnesses saw whomever it was carry the poor girl into Lairwood Forest. There is Loch Ruse right next to your castle. You didn’t see a boat moving across its water last night, did you?”

  “No. But my bedroom window faces the opposite direction. Perhaps you could ask Graveston. His window has an excellent view of the Loch.

  “I will, Baron.” Gall hesitated, cleared his throat and continued. “I was wondering, Baron, if you won’t take it amiss, if I could have a look around. I noticed the recent repairs and restoration work on your castle, and naturally, I...”

  “Naturally, you are curious. May I even say, suspicious?”

  “Nothing like that, Baron. Please don’t...”

  “Inspector, there is no need for explanations. The police in your country—well, I guess it’s now my country, too—are much more courteous and reasonable. If this had happened in Voldavia, the police would be stripping the upholstery from my furniture, looking for bloodstains.” Vartan grinned, revealing his pointed canine teeth.

  Gall pretended he hadn’t noticed. “Thank you, Baron. I appreciate your cooperation.”

  “Not at all, Inspector. I hope we can meet again soon
,” he laughed nervously, “socially, that is, of course.”

  “Of course,” Gall smiled in return as Baron Vartan rang his bell for Graveston, then stood up and strode forward to shake Gall’s hand. “Do come for dinner some evening soon. I shall send my invitation by Graveston’s hand. Where will he find your office?”

  “The constabulary office is in Lympwick Village. I’m often away to Glasgow or Edinburg, but I should receive it in a day or two.”

  “Good. Ah, Graveston, would you escort Inspector Gall on a tour of our home? And the Inspector would like to ask you a few questions. And please tell Dagan I want to talk to him as soon as he is available.”

  “Yes, Baron.”

  Gall noticed a slight droop in Graveston’s right eyelid. A signal perhaps? But when he turned back, the Baron’s face wore only an innocent smile. He followed Graveston out into the long, lofty corridor.

  Graveston paced along beside Gall. “The Baron purchased the castle and grounds last winter when the political and social disturbances in Voldavia became serious. He converted most of his wealth into British pounds sterling, and moved it to London. Then workman arrived by boat with construction materials and worked through the winter, spring, and summer. There are still some areas not completed. I suppose we will have to wait for spring. Too noisy and dusty when we have the castle all shut up because of the chill October weather.”

  Gall nodded. “How many people are living here, Graveston?”

  “There’s the Baron, his personal secretary, Miss Yeva—what’s her last name—I can’t pronounce it. Then there is Dagan, who is our caretaker. He patrols the castle and grounds at night for security. We’re a long way from the fire station—and your constables, too. We must be wary. There are rumors of strange, dwarfed creatures prowling about the vineyard just south of us. Live in Blackthorne forest, so I’ve heard. The local farmers say they have seen them on nights of the full moon. Satyrs, they call them.”

  “Do you believe they really exist?”

  “No. I think it’s a story invented by the Cailean family to discourage trespassing and poaching. Seems to work well, too. No one will cross their land after dark.”