This setting was originally part of a Koran I am writing, but I ended up changing the storyline to allow them to escape in order to economize her Sister from fate worsened than death. Also, for where I was publishing it online this panorama was too erotic. ; ) But it was too good not to plowshare, so enjoy ! If you want to read the solid storey, even though this prospect is no longer in it, you can find it on Wattpad.com under the name `` An Irish Flower ''. My pen name there is Genevive. It has some other steaming love view you may enjoy. ; )

background knowledge : Maeve was kidnapped from her abode so a competition Divine Camlin could force her to splice his son, Weylin, so Camlin can exact her father 's Din Land. Although it was a forced marriage, Weylin and Maeve fell in beloved. But despite Camlin 's terror, she is not able-bodied to conceive the child that will gain him the lands he wants, and she and Weylin unsuccessfully tried to take to the woods. Camlin snaps, throwing his son in prison house and taking out his unsatiable rage on defenseless Maeve ....

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He was furious."You have not born my son a child, you are not even pregnant ! You 're either barren, or you have somehow convert him to fool me into thinking he has taken you ! We 'll get hold out which sin you are guilty of !"He slapped her voiceless across the face."And to make subject big, you would try to escape from me, and have pulled my son into your whore 's schemes !"She struggled against him, but he was too strong. He whispered in her ear,"You will bear me a shaver ; I will shit sure you a not a virgin !"He ignored her screams and threw her onto the bed. She struggled against him, but he only laughed. He forced her down and straddled her, pinning her arms down with his human knee. He released his radiocarpal joint knife and cut away the top of dress, releasing her delicate breasts. Her struggles only made them bounce more, causing him to leer at her. He leaned down to suckle them as she begged him to stop.

Finally he tired of her cries and stuffed a torn opus of her wearing apparel in her mouth. He ripped a long piece from the hem to tie her handwriting together in social movement of her. He lifted them over her psyche and attached the remaining end to the bedpost. He laughed at her tears."I like to love my woman for a long clock time ... get comfortable, you 'll be here a while."

With her paw and mouth secured, he moved down to straddle her legs and cut what was left of her frock, leaving her au naturel. He stood up, avoiding her kicking wooden leg in amusement. He slowly took off his shirt and shoes, then started on his gasp. She cried through the gag as he finally stepped out of his clothes and loomed over her. Grabbing her ramification, he spread them apart and moved on top of her. She could experience his hard hard-on pushing against her opening, but he did n't infix her yet. Instead he moved his body back and Forth River on top of her, causing her mamilla to become gruelling and her sex to become wet against her will. She sobbed, tempestuous that he body could respond this way to such a vile man. He ran his finger along her possibility and smiled darkly."I knew your trunk would respond, even if your mind didn't."

He removed the gag and held the knife to her throat."You 'll do what I tell you, or I wo n't pause to vote down you."She resisted the itch to squall again, hardly able to see through the tear. He sat up and moved up until his appendage was pulsating in front of her lip."I 'll thank you to pleasure me now, my dame,"he said firmly. He pushed his member in her mouth, almost choking her. He pushed in and out and slapped her when she did n't start to breastfeed him. Obediently she did, the red mark throbbing on her cheek. After what seemed corresponding timelessness for Maeve, he tired of her mouth and slid down her again. She was hoping he would be felicitous without penetrating, but that was not the typesetter's case. She cried out as he pushed inside her, filling her with his massive member that had defiled so many adult female. He pounded her again and again, ignoring her stifled pleas. Eventually she gave up and let him push into her without screaming ; she had no military posture yet and the scathe was done. She felt him shiver as he finished inside her.

He got up slowly and frowned."No blood. I reckon my unspoiled for nothing son did accept you after all. Since you are not with child, that means you are barren- and useless to me. You are a bankruptcy to me and to your husband !"He cut the fabric tying her to the bad and pulled her to her feet. She offered no resistance ; she had none left. He dressed himself and wrapped her in a cloak and led her downstairs. He brought her to the briny Marguerite Radclyffe Hall where his men were milling about. They turned to look at them, staring at her. Confused, she looked at him."My lord ?"He looked at his men and explained."You will never bear a small fry of our stemma, so you are useless to me. And for that loser you deserve a harsher punishment than I alone can hand you. Therefore my men ..."He motioned his paw across the room,"... are going to help me complete the job."

Suddenly realizing his meaning, she screamed wildly and tried to run, but the shouting, leering men grabbed her. Ripping off her cloak, they took turns holding her down so the the others could outrage her over and over again. The maiden man was the captain 's shop steward, a pasty, fat man who had a lazy eye. He crawled on top of her, his fatty flesh repulsing her."I 'll make you bask this,"he chortled and he gasped in pleasure as he entered her. He pushed in and out only a few sentence until he finished inside her. He was quickly replaced by the caput sentry go, a massive man who like it rough. He pounded her, not caring how he hurt her. While he was inside her, another precaution forced open her mouth and stuff his member inside, nearly choking her. The men holding her down fondled her white meat, sometimes licking them when there was elbow room to get their head in.

After a few had satisfied themselves inside her, they turned her over against a stool that stood waist height, forcing her limp legs open with their knee. One man raped her from behind while another stood in straw man of her, forcing himself into her sass. They laughed at the split that streamed down her face.

One after another, all 17 men in the room used her that night, most more than than once. Finally she blacked out, unable to cope with what was being done to her any longer.

Weylin 's spokesperson was raw from yelling ; his arms hurt from pounding and pulling at the stripe like a lunatic. He threatened to obliterate the sentry duty when he was released if they did n't let him out now. His prison cell was infuriating ; he knew what his founding father was doing to Maeve at that very second, and he could n't bear the thought of his dirty hands on her. Exhausted from his long efforts, he finally collapsed on his knees, praying to every god he knew to protect her. Then he heard them- Maeve 's screams above him- and in horror he realized just how painful his father 's retribution truly was. He let out a long cry and covered his face with his hands. Sobs racked his body as he tried not to think about what the sentry duty were doing to her.

"Maeve, I 'm so sorry !"He cried."I was supposed to protect you, and now look what he has done ! ”