from The Dark History of Castle Montenegro...

[gagged_Louise]

"If he pulls me around like this I'll really get to know the castle in time" Louise thought with a twisted grin as she was again pulled by her manacled hands. Her eyes darted around and when they settled on the parchment, she tried to think clearly. He knew she could read - highly unusual for a girl - but probably not that she had some meagre skils in writing. The latter she had to conceal from him. His unstoppable erotic appetite made her wonder how the others in the staff here held out...

As he twisted her nipples and groped for her ripe hills in a most unchivalrious way she made sharp sounds - how could he miss she did not want this? - but suddenly the call of a name seemed to get his attention. Iron masks rather than iron boxes are what one would expect in a place like this castle, but he seemed to be alerted and moved away, hinting that he would see more of this girl though. Standing in this cramped spiral staircase she panted and tried to shake off the cold sweat. Is this the man who will ravish me? she thought.

She knew she should return to the kitchen, but spurred on by curiosity Louise moved a few steps further up and glimpsed a door in the limestone wall, opening onto the stairs. She walked slowly up and pushed forth: it opened with a soft squealing and she was looking into a dark-walled alley, leading off towards - a tower? She had to find out, and stepped silently in. After about thirty feet, the passage opened onto another door; she turned the handle and stepped into a better-lit room with windows draped in yellowish, slightly sullied and damp curtains. Apart from a table in the middle and some shelves with weights and tools the room was empty. She walked up to one of the windows and looked out, for the first time since entering more than an hour before she could glimpse the outside world. The drop down to the ground was vertiginous, more than eighty feet, she reckoned, and the main castle wall was still in front of her, about forty feet away but a bit lower.

Never before had the young woman seen inhabited country from this kind of height; her eyes glued to it in awe and amazement. Beyond the dark blue moat, her eyes could scan the farmland, the stacks of hay and the wooded hills on the horizon.