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nice manners her mother had drilled into her few out the window in the face of true hunger.
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  I ll have to make another chair, eh? And perhaps a table to eat at. He wiggled his heavy
eyebrows at her as he shoveled food in from his own rough, wooden bowl.  But I already have the
important thing  the bed. I made it myself, he added proudly.
Patently ignoring him, and the absolutely scandalously huge bed that was easily twice the size of
any normal bed, Carolyn concentrated on finishing her dinner, practically licking the bowl, but not quite
succumbing to that animalistic tendency.
After dinner, he produced a small tub, and filled it with water heated over the fire, the proceeded
to strip down and bath himself as best he could. He couldn t really fit into the tub himself, but he did the
best he could using an obviously homemade bar of lye soap. Eventually, he took the tub outside, and in
those few seconds, Carolyn scoured the place for a second door, knowing in her hear that there wasn t one
to be found.
But he caught her up when he came back with the empty, shallow tub. He glanced at her, and
said just one word.  Strip. It came out like  streep but Carolyn knew what he meant, and it chilled her to
the bone more so than any wind.
As he set about warming more water, she backed herself up as far as she could go, finding the
edge of her bed with the backs of her legs and practically falling backwards onto it. He turned at her
startled cry and grinned again.  It s not quite time for that, woman. All in good time. I did not realize you
were quite that eager for me.
 I m not eager for you, and you know it. She didn t want debase herself, but she had to,  Please.
You don t have to do this. You could turn me loose and I d never tell anyone. Please!
Ignoring her pleas, he took her hand and forced her to stand up, then reached for the fur she d
been clutching around herself, throwing it onto the bed in one motion. Carolyn had her hands splayed
over the drooping front of her dress, trying to keep him from seeing anything he shouldn t.
 Drop your hands, he ordered softly, and she looked up into his eyes for one of the few times.
They were clear and gray, but without a drop of mercy.
Carolyn didn t know if she was more afraid of what she knew he was going to do to her, or what
she didn t know if he would do to her  if he d backhand her like the slave trader had, or if he d take a stick
to her, or worse, just kill her outright.
She knew she wasn t willing to risk being killed, so she lowered her hands very slowly.
 Put your hands behind you, woman, and keep them there. I don t want to have to punish you
tonight. Tonight is for pleasure. But I will bind them there if you give me any more trouble. He walked
forward, standing directly in front of her, and ripped the rest of the dress down the front, ripping it
completely away from her body. Then he did the same to her petticoats and bloomers, until she was
standing there in nothing but her bow topped stockings, trying to cover all of herself at once and not able
to cover any of herself very well, despite his order.
Nico didn t say a thing. He just reached out with his huge hand and smacked it down on the
front of her thigh, leaving a very hot, very red mark in the shape of his hand. Carolyn was already
mortified, but she became even more so when tears burst from her eyes to run down her face as she locked
her hands behind her as he d said to in the first place, nearly dancing in place from the shame of being
bared in front of him, with no rescue possible. No one was going to rush in and save her from him. She
was his to do with as he pleased.
And he pleased to put her into naturally humiliating positions such as this, with her back forced
to arch and present her breasts to him so beautifully. He literally couldn t resist cupping their perfection,
bathed as they were in the light of the fire. He was so hard he could have split a log with his erection. But
he hadn t kept himself from her on the trail only to jump her when they first got home. He was going to
indulge himself as much as possible, especially this first time.
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 He brought her over to the tub, and bent down to remove her stockings like his mother s ladies
maid used to do for her and hanging them over the chair, then helping her into the tub, and ordering her
to sit. Instead of the common lye soap he d used on himself, he produced several small rosettes of soap that
smelled wonderfully like their namesake. It was a pleasure she hadn t expected to encounter in the middle
of the woods.
Carolyn wanted desperately to reach for those soaps. If she was going to have to bathe at his
behest, she wanted to do it herself  preferably with him several miles away. But that was not to be.
Instead, he reached his hand with the soap down into the wonderfully warm water and brought it back up
to her breasts, watching the suds sluice down her naked body as he diligently washed every inch of that
enticing territory, concentrating, of course, on those nipples that peaked as soon as he began to tease
them.
The only sound in the room besides the crackling of the fire was her increasingly ragged breath.
Carolyn squirmed, but he d moved the tub up against a wall of the cabin, and he formed the other wall
that she was caught between. There was nowhere for her to go. She had to sit there and endure his
molestation.
And it didn t hurt, she thought resentfully. In fact, it was starting to feel disgustingly good in the
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