Vulkan teased her like that for several minutes, watching the sweat break out again on her brow, plumbing her mouth with his tongue until she was pumping her hips back and forth as hard as she could against his hand. Then, without warning he closed his fist on the luxuriant, flaming growth and ripped the handful of pelt away I one sadistic jerk.

The countess flung back her head and screamed out in one long wail of agony. A wail that almost made the dozing Henrik leap from the coach in fright. A wail that went on and on as Vulkan began to stripe her perfect white flesh with the length of his sword belt. Laying the thick, heavily stitched band of unyielding leather across her breasts, belly and thighs until not a single piece of undamaged flesh remained above her perfectly sculpted knees.

Later that night, the Prince signalled for Henrik to stop and feed the horses. Whilst the footman busied himself with the animals, the prince brought the countess out of the coach where he made her stand naked in the rising moonlight. Humming softly to himself through tightly compressed lips, the prince, once more wearing his breeches and doublet, took down a heavy chest from the luggage rack. This he secured tightly to the countess' shoulders with a length of rope running under her armpits; over her shoulders; criss-crossing between her ample breasts; finished off with four turns cinched very tightly about her narrow waist. Her wrists he secured together and made fast to the rear corner of the coach so that she was tethered ready to run alongside his warhorse.

As he made his preparations, Vulkan was aware of the countess regarding him furtively from the corner of her eyes. Now it seemed the flame haired beauty was not quite so willing to advertise her pleasure at his treatment of her.

Henrik came to the rear of the carriage to return the horses feed bags to the locker. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of his mistress, naked and trussed up like a Christmas turkey, her long, red hair, always so immaculately coiffured, now hanging to her waist in a wild, dishevelled cloud.