"I didn't know that would happen Dr. Kolkac, I swear I didn't." Morrigan sobbed out the whole sorted tale of what had happened as she clung to Dr,. Kolkac. He could not believe that she was so naΓ―ve, so innocent in the ways of the world.
"Why wouldn't he listen?" she whimpered and buried her head in his chest once more. Carl stroked her silken tresses and let the young beauty sob out her confusion and fear.
"Morrigan the Count did not listen because he knew you really craved his touch the power he wheeled over you." He watched as she lifted her head, her sweet ripe lips parting ready to protest what he had said. Carl placed a single finger on Morrigan's lips to silence the denial he knew was coming.
"Morrigan he knows you are by nature a submissive, and he used it against you." Carl paused his eyes holding hers captive. "You said you had only one lover and I'll wager he did not please you my dear."
"Josh did to..." she started to protest and then her eyes went wide. Staring up at him she wrenched herself out of his arm, her eyes flashing fire at him before she spun and simply fled the dungeon. Carl followed at a discreet distance. He knew that Morrigan was mad confused and needed time alone. Yet the Carpathian Mountains where not the Green Mountains of New England, there was real danger lying outside in the wild countryside and night would soon envelop her. He stood and let the young American beauty sob out her frustration. When she finally just sat there by a tree Carl came to her.
"Morrigan I gave the Count every opportunity to listen to you and when it became oblivious you were in over your head I stepped in." Dr. Kolkac paused letting his words sink in.
"This is not America and men like the Count are used to getting what they want and my dear he wants you." Carl stood over Morrigan, but he did not make a move towards her.
" You are a submissive Morrigan, it is part of your nature, just as your inquiring mind is." Carl kneeled to look the young beauty in the eyes his gaze unblinking unwavering.
"You need a man to guide you and meet your needs. But it is your decision if you run then you will never know the truth." His voice was soft, clam, and his eyes sought Morrigan's
"Doctor, I'm truly too tired to argue, or to even decide if I agree. I just want to get back to our room, clean up and pass out right now. I need time to think about everything." Carl eased back on his heels. Morrigan had fled the dudgeon in such haste that she had forgotten that Yuri had stripped her of her skirt and panties. The stunning young beauty's blouse hung open, her bar the only garment that left her some shred of modesty. Carl could not help but notice her long athletic legs and the scent of Morrigan's arousal still clung to her. He stood and slowly eased out of his teed sports jacket.
"Morrigan slip this on." He held his jacket open for her so she could cover her nakedness and slipped it over her shoulders. Dr. Kolkac jacket's helm fell only a few inches below the young beauty's dark downy fleece but at least it covered her, though each step Morrigan took would give a tantalizing peek of her upper thighs. Carl saw the crimson blush that kissed her flawless cheeks.
"Your beautiful Morrigan and you should take pride in your beauty.
He waited for her to gather her wits and then taking her by the hand lead the shattered little beauty back to the castle. They paused on the edge of the forest, the sun just sinking over the mountains to the west. Morrigan would have to walk through the castle to the room they shared in her scandalous state of dress. Carl's hand slipped into hers and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. This would be the longest walk of her young life and unless Morrigan planned to spend the night outside she would have to make it. Dr. Kolkac held her hand letting the young coed know that he was there for her. Then they began that long walk through the gate of Castle Bran that would lead them to the room they shared.
The eyes of the castle staff followed Morrigan as she walked beside Dr. Kolkac wearing only his tweed jacket, her legs scandalously exposed and her sweet pussy and firm little ass barely covered. The look in his eyes silenced any comment or snicker from the staff.
"Walk proudly Morrigan do not let them see fear or shame." As they reached the bottom of the stairs that led to their room he stopped and turned to one of the Count Tepes's staff.
"Please inform the Count that Miss Smythsson and I will be dinning in our room this evening."
Ten minutes later they arrived back in the room they shared to find Morrigan's skirt neatly folded and laying on the bed, a red rose laid across it.
Count Tepes had not been pleased with the arrival of Dr. Kolkac he seized at the lost opportunity to sample the charms of the young American coed. He decided to bide his time all the more determined to have her. The memory of her supple young body twisting in her chains and the way it had arched to his mouth as he savored her sweet dewy nectar haunted him.
Carl was proud of Morrigan as she held her head high in what he knew had to be pure humiliation for her. He knew the staff would think nothing of him coming in with the nearly naked beauty after all he was a man her professor and she was his intern, and it was expected that she was also most likely his lover. By now they would have known Count Tepes also desired her but with this blatant declaration that the young beauty was his would force the Count to leave her be or lose face in front of the staff. After all there were certain properties that had to be maintained.
Dr. Kolkac smiled as Morrigan gave him a weak smile as she headed for the bathroom. She didn't bother closing the door but went to sit on the edge of the tub. She winced when the first wash of hot water hit her battered feet.
"Here let me do that Morrigan." Carl sat on the edge of the tub and took her injured foot in his lap. At first Morrigan resisted but Carl gave her a sharp no nonsense look. He lathered a cloth and gently bathed her feet first one then the other. He did not say anything, she would speak when she was ready. Her feet bathed he went to his bag and took out a tube of salve and a roll of gauze. Her feet now treated and bandaged they sat there in silence for a moment.
"Better?" Before Morrigan could answer there was a soft knock at the door. A servant rolled in a cart with their dinner on it.
"Dinner is served Morrigan."