Starved Beast. Part 11

Certainly I could never match the Marquis for barbarity and neither do I want to. Okay, she asks for it so maybe I might rape and sodomize his daughter, but where is the punishment in that? She deserves more.

I hooked my cock from my trousers and began to pump it in frustration, oblivious to the outrage this caused. Christine was unaccustomed to men pleasuring themselves in her presence, and I think she imagined that I was fantasizing about her, but she was wrong. My mind was elsewhere. It was disturbed and confused in that ruddy marketplace where my life fell asunder.

Another young woman was being dragged across the dirt. She was no older than Christine is now. Her breasts were young and her nipples were craggy lumps of smoky chocolate and they grabbed me in the groin every time that I saw them. The Marquis had hold of this woman's hair and he was leading her around in circles like a disobedient dog.

She was naked and crawling on all fours and fighting for balanc