The Whipping Maid of House Calley - Chapter 111

Sheila, who had frozen for a moment, cautiously began to move her body. Both her arms and legs were tied separately, so it wasn’t easy, but it wasn’t impossible to move.

Driving herself down onto his pillar brought a strange sense of satisfaction, along with a growing thirst for him to thrust into her forcefully.

Each time her speed slowed, Cedric struck her alternating buttocks, whipping her onward.

And just as she reached the point where even more strikes couldn’t make her move faster, he reached out and untied the ropes binding her.

“Ahh….”

Sheila pulled her arms, which had been tied to each leg, upward toward her head.

Cedric wrapped his hand in her hair and pulled her upward, forcing Sheila into a position like a dog on all fours. Her pussy remained connected to him.

Grabbing her head and turning it toward himself, he said, “Tell me whose you are.”

“M-master… hngh, Master’s…. Sheila belongs to Master. Ngh!”

“You have a mouth that lives on lies, so how can I trust it?”

I-it’s true…!

Sheila felt wronged but couldn’t protest. The next moment, saying he should ask her honest lower mouth instead, he gripped her hips and began thrusting into her harshly.

“Ahh! Ahk! Aah!”

Violent moans burst from Sheila’s mouth.

“As expected, this one is more honest.”

Unlike Sheila, whose breathing was in disarray, Cedric spoke calmly as he continued his rough thrusting.

Each time the overwhelming pleasure threatened to steal her breath, the hand striking her buttocks jolted her mind awake.

“Hngh, hngh, haaah!”

Not long after penetration, Sheila cried out loudly as a fierce climax overtook her.

Cedric remained still, his cock buried inside the trembling woman. Only after Sheila’s body collapsed limply did he finally pull out.

“Hah… hngh!”

As tears spilled from Sheila after her climax without her realizing it, he laid her flat on her back.

“Shh…, it’s alright. Nothing will happen. You don’t need to worry about anything.”

Cedric pulled her tightly into his arms.

‘You don’t know what I’ve done….’

Sheila repeated the words she couldn’t say aloud in her heart.

Even so, his words somehow comforted her. Being bound, struck, and filled had already stabilized her greatly.

As she gradually calmed down, the man holding her pushed his length back inside her.

“Hngh! S-stop…!”

“I warned you in advance. That you’d regret it.”

Yes, I regret it… so please stop…!

Even as Sheila shook her head, his long length continued entering her.

“You answered that you didn’t mind if it lasted for hours.”

Thud!

“Hngh.”

After fully entering her, Cedric lifted Sheila’s hands above her head. Then he bit and sucked her swollen breasts while continuing to thrust.

As if her tears had never fallen, Sheila, now consumed by pleasure again, began to pant.

***

After reaching climax again and again, Sheila fell asleep as if fainting. Having gone hungry all day and traveled a long distance, it was difficult to remain conscious.

Each time she felt someone shaking her awake, she had to confirm that his cock was still buried inside her.

“Awake? Go back to sleep. I’ll just keep it in,” said Cedric, embracing her from behind.

‘It’ll swell….’

Sheila was worried about Cedric’s condition there, but only faint moans escaped her sleep-heavy lips.

After it happened several times, Sheila finally realized that not setting a time limit had been a huge mistake.

How on earth had he endured it all this time?

She already knew he was an incredible pervert, but thinking he was remarkable in many ways, Sheila fell completely asleep.

Only when dawn was near did Cedric separate from the woman in his arms and return with a damp towel to wipe Sheila’s body.

Even the woman who used to wake occasionally while he thrust into her now didn’t move no matter how much he touched her.

‘I didn’t expect she’d already gone there.’

Her actual payday was two days later.

But Sheila had already taken an advance of ten solids from the head maid the day before her day off and headed to Holzeroad.

Strictly speaking, it was as if the head maid had lent her personal money, since she would simply take Sheila’s upcoming wages herself.

“I just thought three days was no big deal… and she’s such a diligent girl, and the secretary had specifically asked me to only tell you if Sheila submitted her resignation letter….”

Thanks to the head maid, Sheila had effectively received her wages three days early and left the mansion at dawn without telling anyone she was going out.

So it was something Cedric couldn’t have predicted.

Cedric recalled the time shortly after her brother’s visit when he looked through her ledger.

The amount she lacked to reach her goal was thirteen solids.

The ledger was filled with records of the money she’d borrowed.

With nowhere else to borrow from, the ledger ended with thirteen solids still missing.

Even after receiving her ten solids wages soon, she would still be short by three solids.

That amount was pocket change to Cedric, but it would take considerable effort for Sheila to gather it.

So he thought it wasn’t time yet.

When Cedric, uneasy about Sheila being gone all day, went to the attic and opened beneath the floorboards, all the money she’d gathered was already gone.

Opening the ledger left behind, it still showed thirteen solids missing.

Realizing payday was near, Cedric called the head maid himself and asked. He learned that she’d given Sheila ten solids from her own money in advance.

‘Then Sylvia must have covered the rest.’

He’d told her never to give a tip….

There was no one around Sheila who would hand out solid in that amount without expecting anything in return.

So it had to be Sylvia. Thinking about it, Sylvia wasn’t someone who would obediently follow his words.

‘Since she’d reached the amount she needed and didn’t have to repay it, there was no reason to record it.’

After understanding the situation, Cedric ordered Rufus to hurry to Broden.

It was to tell the men watching her brother to strengthen their vigilance.

He’d already met the guild master and warned him, but it wasn’t a situation where he could trust him.

‘She’s so timid, yet she still….’

After wiping Sheila’s body and covering her with a blanket, he gently touched the feet that must have hurried around all day, then left the punishment room.

Even though he’d gained certainty in his heart, he still didn’t have the confidence to wake up in the same bed as Sheila.

***

With Bill’s permission, Jerry headed to Broden that very day.

His reason, if it could be called one, was to assess Fred’s movements before making contact with the hired killers.

No matter how long the organizations had been doing business, they weren’t in a relationship of complete trust.

Naturally, matters of killing were handled by ‘that place,’ but ensuring the requested job was carried out properly was the guild’s role.

They needed to confirm the target was actually killed, and that the killers didn’t take the money while killing someone else instead.

After arriving in Broden, Jerry first found a suitable inn and went inside.

Fortunately, Broden was a town where it was easy for visitors to conceal their presence.

Foreign laborers already came and went frequently, and since the casino opened, outsiders had been arriving even more often.

“What name and origin should I write down?”

“Write that I’m Chuck from Perelli,” Jerry answered, impersonating a false identity.

The innkeeper, who wrote it down without suspicion, asked again, “How many days will you be staying?”

“A week? Though if I lose money, I might leave sooner.”

Jerry gave a look that implied the innkeeper already understood.

He was perfectly acting the part of a gambler with nothing better to do.

“Then pay for a week in advance. If you leave early, I’ll refund the difference.”

The innkeeper put on a sly smile. When dealing with transient gamblers, sweet-talking them into paying upfront was the best strategy.

After hearing the amount, Jerry handed over the money casually. Gamblers were most relaxed before they started gambling.

The next day, Jerry went early to Fred’s house and observed his movements.

It was the same place he had come to check three years ago after receiving Sheila’s request.

Jerry intended to gather as much information as possible before meeting the people from the organization. Only then could he prepare properly.

Sheila’s poor family home was a remote hut slightly outside the center of the village.

There was nothing around it but a ruined vegetable garden. Fred emerged late from the hut in the middle of it.

‘Lazy bastard.’

Jerry followed him carefully without being noticed. As expected, Fred headed to the newly opened casino, just as he had when wandering between taverns and gambling.

It seemed true that entry was permitted to locals for one year, as Jerry entered the casino without difficulty.

Even though it was early, sunlight didn’t enter—there were no windows in the casino—and the gaslit interior felt like a fully matured evening atmosphere.

Cards were dealt at every table, dice rolled, and live music played in one corner.

Jerry joined a low-stakes dice game, losing money while observing the atmosphere, then gradually moved toward the card table where Fred sat.

Each table had spectators, so Jerry blended into the crowd and watched Fred.

The bets at Fred’s table were larger than expected.

‘Where did he get all that money?’

After losing all the money he brought, Fred stood up without hesitation and hurried back to his hut as if something valuable was waiting there.