Page 5 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

I tilted my head and looked at her dowdy servant’s dress and as she glanced up to see what I was doing; I knew her name in an instant. “Ilona.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I motioned with my hand. “Lead the way.”

She’s my servant, but where are we going?

She and the other woman took a few steps from me and my eyes adjusted to the light in the room. The dimly lit room showed a fancy bed and dressers, a couch, and some chairs. And they made the walls of bricks.

I took my first steps after them and saw more of the cold, dark bricks as I left my bedroom. Tapestries lined the walls and torches were interspersed, lighting the way.

I’m in a castle. And I’m the Countess.

My head lifted higher, expanding my chest against the confines of the bodice, and a smile grew on my face. The sound of my heeled shoes clicked on the floor, sounding powerful. I slowed my steps to look at each of the tapestries and the scene unfolding before me. They intermixed pastoral scenes designed to bring relaxation, with ones showing victories of war.

We made our way down the hall to a set of stairs. I stood there for a brief moment, marveling at the torches on the walls, lighting the way down and the shadows they cast on the wall. My hands clutched my skirts, holding them up so I wouldn’t trip on them, and my belly filled with butterflies of excitement as I descended upon them. I didn’t know where we were going, but I had a feeling it would be extraordinary.

At the bottom of the stairs, the servants were running around. None of them made eye contact with me. They bustled around, appearing busy as we made our way through an incredibly large room. An enormous table sat in the middle, two fireplaces flanked it and a fresh scent joined the metallic one.

Maybe fresh wasn’t the right word. It reminded me of the woods after it rained. Wet, moldy and mostly unpleasant. Some people were sitting there eating, having quiet conversations, and merely dipped a nod in my direction.

They led me through the room, through the kitchen, where wonderful smells assaulted my senses and cooks scurried about. From there, we entered the servants’ wing and traveled that hallway to a heavy door. Upon opening it, I saw more stairs that spiraled to the lower parts of the castle. We continued down these stairs and the closer we got to the bottom, the stronger the metallic scent.

I lifted my head as I took the last step and saw a young girl chained in the middle of the room. Her thin body stretched, pulling her to her tiptoes. Naked. I unapologetically pushed my way between the servants and walked to her. Tears streamed down her dirty face, and she shook harder the closer I came to her.

They placed mirrors around the room. As I glanced in one, I could see everything. They were there so I could watch every movement. My hand reached for her cheek, cupping it, letting my thumb stroke the softness. From there, my hands moved to her throat and clutched around it, watching her gasp for air. I felt that fluttery feeling in my belly again. This time, my pussy spasmed with it.

A moan slipped from my lips. “Yes, you’ll do nicely.” I smiled and released her throat, taking a few steps back.

Ilona and Dorotya, I remember the other one’s name, stepped over and unchained her, letting her fall to the floor. They left her there and went to light more torches on the wall, illuminating the area completely. Dorortya came back to the young girl with a tool in her hand and I heard a loud cracking sound before the young girl cried out in pain.

“Again.” I commanded.

Dorotya nodded at me and I watched this time as she broke another of the girl’s fingers with a tool in her hand.

“Faster. And her toes too.” I bit my lip in excitement.

They did exactly as I bid and I felt fingers working on unbinding my corset. Breath against my neck raised goosebumps and his voice was in my ear.

“I see you found yourself again, my queen.” A tongue licked my ear. “You have been so missed.”

My voice came out breathy. “Jon?”

“That’s one of my many names.” He nipped my ear and pushed my corset off. His hands ripped the rest of the gown from my body, leaving me naked and chilly. “I can smell your excitement.”

“I ache.” He pinched my nipples as I leaned back against him.

“What shall we do with her?” He crooned against my ear.

An evil laugh rose from my chest. “Stand her up.” Together, we walked closer to her as the girls lifted her to her feet. I licked my lips and leaned forward, taking her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before biting down on it to taste blood. I pulled my mouth off with a pop.

“Is it bath time, Countess Elizabeth?” Ilona smiled softly at me.

My eyes grew wide, and I walked out of Jon’s embrace to pick up my dagger from the small table off to the left. This room had a special purpose. Torture, sex and bloodbaths.

“I never want to be an old crone.” I licked the blade, tasting the old blood on it, then walked closer to tonight’s offering.

The young offering shook her head violently. “No. No. No. No. No. No.”

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