Lady Catherine Montrose<br/><br/>Catherine cired out but thick velvet gown cushioned the blow of his hand, though a dull ache promised a heavy bruise in the days to come. She knew the futility of fighting and was becoming increasingly fearful of him. She was totally in his power and she could think of no argument that would stay his hand should he choose to rape or kill her.<br/><br/>"I know of no treasure." she said at last. "Now go before the Captain returns." The chains were cutting at her wrists as she edged away.<br/><br/>He breathing was heavy; her breasts swelling inside her low corset wewre pushing upwards and threatening to break free themselves.<br/><br/>She looked defiantly at him, but inside she was trembling with fear