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truth, and that his report was accurate, still she did not, could not accept that her beloved childhood hero was lost, killed in such an ignominious manner. She staggered back as though taking the deathblow herself.
    "Take care of him. I... I shall go to summon my husband. Perhaps he—"
    "'Tis over, my lady. The battle is lost. The Tudor has the throne."
    Garrick's parting words pursued Jane as she grabbed her candle again and used it to light her way as she dashed back up the staircase. She darted past startled servants, disturbed from their slumber by the commotion and only now starting to emerge. Jane ignored them all as she rushed to her husband's chamber. Despite everything, despite his indifference and her own growing mistrust of his intentions towards her, Gerard was the one person Jane sought as her heart splintered. Her all-powerful husband would know what to do. He alone could make her whole again in the face of such overwhelming tragedy.
    She reached the door to his chamber and paused, her hand raised to knock. She drew in several long breaths, seeking to steady herself, then placed her hand on the doorknob.
    Voices reached her from within. Her husband was not asleep after all, and neither was he alone. He must have heard the sounds of Garrick's arrival and summoned his page to aid him in his ablutions. As Jane twisted the knob, she realised that the second voice was not that of Edmund, the young lad serving as squire to her lord. It was a female voice, and unless she was sorely mistaken it belonged to one of her own maidservants. Betsy was a pretty enough wench, Jane should not be surprised that she had caught her husband's wandering eye, but the wrench to her gut was real enough even so. And why now, on this night of all nights, just as her world was collapsing around her, why was her husband to be found cavorting with a common strumpet just when Jane needed him the most?
    Jane turned the doorknob silently, and leaned her shoulder against the door. It opened, just a few inches, and she peered inside.
    Jane had never slept in her husband's bed. He always came to her, in her own chamber, and left her there after he had finished. She was familiar with the room, of course. As chatelaine of this castle she knew every inch of Roseworth intimately. As she stared across the spacious chamber though she was utterly unprepared for the sight which met her eyes.
    Betsy was naked, face down on the bed, her wrists and ankles secured to the four corner posts. Stripes criss-crossed the pale skin of her buttocks, the deep red welts left by her husband's heavy leather belt which still dangled from his fist. Even as she gaped in amazed horror, Gerard circled the bed, his back to Jane as he concentrated on the woman restrained before him.
    "What say you now, wench? Have you had enough?"
    "Nay, my lord. Never enough." Betsy peered up at the earl over shoulder, and her expression was one of pure, undiluted pleasure. She was aroused, clearly enjoying the whipping she had received and seeking even more punishment.
    Jane blinked, unable to comprehend the scene before her.
    "Shall I fuck you? Is that what you want, slut?"
    "Yes, my lord. Please, please, I need—"
    "You need my cock in your cunny? Is that it? Is that what you plead for?"
    "Aye, sir. But not in my cunny. Fuck my arse, if you please, my lord."
    "So demanding. You are an insatiable little slut."
    "I know, I know," wailed Betsy in response. "Please, my lord. I want it in my arse, and only you can... oh, yes. Yes!"
    As Jane watched from the doorway Gerard untied the ropes securing Betsy’s ankles. He pushed each of her feet up the bed causing her knees to bend and her striped bottom to lift in the air. He knelt behind her and laid his palms on the maid's abused buttocks, parting the fleshy cheeks to expose her puckered rear hole. As Betsy moaned and gasped her delight, and as Jane observed unnoticed from the door, Gerard thrust first one, then two long fingers into the girl's