Chapter Eleven
Katherine stepped out into the long hallway and closed the deeply paneled door of her bedroom solidly behind her. Shivering in her dirty near-nakedness and in restless anticipation, she headed toward the stairs. Her silk-clad upper thighs rubbed pleasurably against her naked, musky labia as she walked.
Down the wide steps she glided silently, her high young breasts bouncing, n*****s pushing through the holes cut into her costume. Her ears picked out the faint strains of chamber music, and she followed the muffled sounds of strings—through the castle’s great entryway, past the enormous fireplace, beneath suits of armor and ancient tapestries…to the ballroom.
The high double doors were closed. She paused, then pushed them open slowly.
The masquerade ball had begun. Katheri
