This is the eleventh part of the second story following the exploits of Maggie, her friends, and the enigmatic and vicious Count Pyre. This story is mainly set in Romania. I only used this country because of the joking Count Dracula similarities. All of the people and places are purely imaginary, and if they bear any resemblance to real people that is unfortunate and unintended. If the story line upsets anyone from that great country I apologise unreservedly.
There are some old characters who make a reappearance, plus plenty of new ones that will hopefully keep you interested. The story contains elements of extreme BDSM that may upset some people. If that is the case with you, then please move on. Apart from that, there is something for everyone. Straight sex, lesbian, toys, lingerie, anal and group sex. I hope you enjoy it. Constructive criticism is always appreciated. If you hate it just leave a bad rating and move on. I am not a professional writer and just do this for a bit of fun. For me the main enjoyment I derive from writing these stories is in creating the characters. If you have strong feelings about any of the persons in the story and would like to read more, or less, about them please leave your remarks in the comments and I will try to accommodate your wishes when Maggie & co. come back for the third story. From the ratings I received for the first Maggie story I know that some of you like my stories, so I hope you like this one. As always, thanks for reading. I wish to emphasise that this is a pure work of fiction and I hold all rights to the work.
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December 31st
Maggie woke with a start as a loud klaxon rang out around the castle. She could hear men shouting below her window but couldn`t make out what they were saying. Looking at her watch she saw it was only two o`clock. Groggily she made her way to the window to see what was going on.
As she reached the window the Klaxon stopped blaring and the shouting reduced to a few barked orders. Maggie saw a strong searchlight sweeping the grounds between the chateau and the tall fence, before it came to rest on a figure in obvious distress who was stuck in one of the deep snow drifts.
A three-man patrol of Ken`s men wearing snow shoes made their way to the figure, before wrapping them in a blanket and carrying the poor soul back to the chateau. The searchlight cut out and the silence returned. Maggie thankfully returned to her bed, and after turning a few times to find a comfortable position, dropped off to sleep.
She woke at nine feeling completely refreshed after her night alone and wondering if it had all been a dream. After a quick trip to the bathroom to freshen up, she pulled on jeans and a jumper before going in search of coffee and some breakfast.
Walking into the dining hall she found the customary pots of coffee whilst the buffet was laid out as it usually was. She filled a mug and sat sipping the hot, strong brew. Then she noticed there were no staff present. There were usually at least three or four fussing about filling the buffet or bringing fresh coffee, or merely standing to one side in case someone wanted something that wasn`t already provided, but there was no one.
Then she heard the drum. She had never heard it before. Loud bangs at regular intervals echoed through the corridors of the chateau. Maggie went to see what was happening. Carrying her mug she made her way through long corridors as the sound grew louder. Eventually she found herself at the open door to the courtyard where she had watched yesterday's ceremony. Peering through the door she saw all the household staff standing in neat lines before the stage.
There must have been twenty or twenty-five girls and fifteen or twenty boys. This explained the lack of staff in the dining hall. One of the young men was banging a large drum. This was what Maggie had heard. She stayed hidden in the shadows of the doorway as the Count entered the courtyard and climbed the stairs to the stage. Behind him was his usual assistant dressed in his blue uniform.
His man was leading the young girl who had been so distressed yesterday after being chosen for the four years servitude. She was completely naked; her hands tied together, and the man in uniform was leading her with a rope attached to her bonds.
When all were on the stage the Count addressed the crowd as the man in uniform secured the girl to the wooden, latticed, rack the Count had used for Fahima`s tardiness and crudity at dinner a few nights ago. The girl seemed consigned to her fate and her struggles were weak and lacked conviction.
The Count stopped talking and one of the young men climbed the stairs. The Count handed him the cane that Maggie had given her Master for Christmas. The young man walked forward and landed a stinging blow to the tethered girls buttocks. Her scream was full of anguish and rolled around the tall walls surrounding the courtyard. The man walked back to the Count and handed him the cane, then descended the stairs. As he reached the bottom step the next young man began to ascend and the whole thing was repeated.
Maggie watched in horror as all the young men present striped the poor young girls bum. The last three to ascend the stairs were the three new recruits that had joined the household with the girl now being punished. For a moment Maggie wondered why they all hit with such force, but then she remembered Franky flogging her a few months back. Afterwards, when she had asked Franky why she did it so hard, her Mistress had told her that if she hadn`t the Count would have made her take Maggie`s place. Maggie guessed the same principle applied here.
The girl was now hanging from her wrist restraints. She had passed out at some point. Maggie had counted twenty-one strokes. The crowd began to disperse, and Maggie hastily returned to the large hall. She was sitting sipping coffee when the staff returned and went about their chores.
Maggie recognised one of the girls as Francesca. A pretty blonde who Maggie knew spoke a little Italian. Maggie knew this because she had caught her laughing when Maggie and Gabrielle were making fun of Lucinda one day, and they had been doing it in Gabrielle`s native tongue.
Calling her over, she asked in Italian, "What was that in the courtyard this morning?"
Francesca glanced around furtively, and only when she was sure no one could hear she whispered, "Stupid girl. Stupid girl try to run. Impossible to run. Stupid girl!" and then she was gone.
Maggie was still thinking about what she had seen, plus what Francesca had told her, as the rest of the guests arrived nosily into the hall. Charlotte, David and Maria were still together and sharing private jokes with each other as they filled their plates.