The Masters by Christopher Nicole

Author:Christopher Nicole [Nicole, Christopher]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Endeavour Media
Published: 2015-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 9 - THE ACCUSED

Reddich seized the covers and jerked them off the two girls. “You sleep with your clothes on, do you? Search them for concealed weapons,” he told his men.

Sonia gasped as one of the men gripped her arms and pulled her out of bed. She fell to her knees, and was thrust back against the mattress, her face pressed into the sheets, another man holding her wrists while the first threw her skirts up, over her head. “No,” she begged.

Patricia sat up. “You cannot do this,” she shouted.

“It’ll be your turn next,” Reddich assured her.

Sonia gasped and moaned as hands pulled down her drawers and surged between her legs. Other hands pulled and prodded at her breasts.

“I’ll have you sent to prison,” Patricia said. She wanted to get off the bed, but she didn’t dare move.

“Now this one,” Reddich said.

Patricia was seized and rolled on her face. “Stop that,” she shouted. “Listen! I am the Countess Bolugayevska. You’ll all be gaoled for this.”

“If you knew how many young women I have arrested in my time,” Reddich said, “who have claimed to be countesses. I will do this one.”

Patricia tried to push herself up, and was thrust down again by several pairs of hands. One man held her wrists and another her arms. Her face was buried into the sheets, and she had to twist it desperately to avoid being smothered. Her skirts had also been thrown up, and she felt hands on her thighs, dragging down her drawers. The hands were followed by fingers, probing her in a way she had never supposed possible. She watched Sonia being thrown on the mattresses beside her. Sonia was panting, and gasping, and her drawers had been torn right off; Patricia could see nothing but white thighs, and the man beyond, unbuckling his belt and dropping his breeches as his comrades, laughing and joking, held Sonia’s legs apart. “She says she’s a virgin,” the policeman grinned. “Can’t arrest a virgin.”

Reddich squeezed Patricia’s naked buttocks as he leaned over her. “Can’t arrest a virgin, can we, eh Countess?” He signalled his men to pull her ankles apart in turn.

*

Rurik Bondarevski stumbled through the stables and across the yard into the pantry and on, towards the main hall. He parted the curtain that separated the servants’ quarters from those of the family, and ran across the hall. One of the footmen, busily turning off lights, gazed at him in astonishment. Rurik ran up the great staircase to the first-floor gallery, panting and puffing, then up the next flight of stairs to the sleeping apartments. He staggered along the corridor to Anna’s door, banged once, and threw it open. The sitting-room was predictably empty. “Your Excellency!” Rurik shouted. “Anna!”

He hurled himself at the inner door, threw it open in turn. The light had been switched on, and Anna was sitting up in bed, naked as was her custom, clearly disturbed by his noisy entry. Beside her was Prince Peter. “Rurik?” Anna demanded. “Have

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