master Dartmoor surveyed his the three estates, the full landscape painting of green shrubs and forest, horses and stable, the lake in the far length, before turning his back to the window. His nous was elsewhere today, filled with unadulterated retention. He shook his head word, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 years already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my labor. '' And yet all that occupied his mind was those year of dark despair, and his design for retaliation. There was a knock on the doorway, and his servant entered. `` The equipage has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury road for the next 3 days. She is accompanied only by a distaff escort and the driver. '' noble Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse cavalry ready in an time of day. ``

Evening approached as he rode through the woods towards Highbury Road. His body was still hard and toned from years of riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The steadfast gallop of the horse and the intimate terrain allowed his intellect to wander, as it often did, to 15 years ago. Maker Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming pilus flowed over her naked body, but there was not enough of it to hide her wax boob, which were bouncing up and down with each of his drive. Her face was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the thirdly time they had fucked. There were still many 60 minutes before dawn. Lord Dartmoor 's brawn were tense, his solid hands grasping her hips tightly, his thick rod pumping furiously into her sopping wet vagina. `` You .. naughty.. daughter. You 'll ... be the.. death.. of me, '' he rasped. Claudia 's red lip smiled, and then her physical structure tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to grind herself against him. Finally, he could feel her cunt muscle spasm around him, her body shook with the orgasm over and over. He continued to pump himself into her until he, too, came. The two lay in bed, satieted, their bosom slowly beating back to normal, and the room was tranquility except for the flutter of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And nobleman Dartmoor 's hands were tied behind his rear. `` Claudia, very singular jest. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delicious right now. I just might give birth you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then take off that gown and ingest me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 eld his older, but they looked standardized, as if they could be brothers. Both with sorry Robert Brown hair, chiseled faces, broad articulatio humeri and chest of drawers, tapering waists, and long, gruelling cocks, ready for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a farseeing period of time that it drove her crazy with lust, so much so that she was exhausted after every union, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her come quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sleep, he would continue. She smiled with the remembrances. And while Dartmoor was so uninstructed and gullible, Raith was always scheming and alarum, greedy for money and magnate. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her mind turned back to Dartmoor, leaping in ropes. `` I 'm sorry. You 'll birth to get used to being bound. guard duty, take this man away, '' she called in a cleared voice. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a hassle, and then only the screeching of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

Lord Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his heels as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for months while his gens was being blackened. He was held suspect for money scheme, murders, plot of ground, with no way to pull in his name as he languished in a hidden cell. Raith, who was like an older crony to him ... ah, he had been so stupid, so green. He had trusted Raith with everything. Raith was behind all of this, trying to set him up so that he could seize his lands and rubric. During the months when he was `` missing, '' he never once saw Raith, and in fact it was Claudia, the bitch, who had revealed him.

One of Claudia 's favourite pasttimes during those month was to visit him in his cellular telephone, as he lay on the Harlan Stone dry land, cold, hungry, and in the dark. On the day of her visits, she would order food, and torch to light and warm his dreary cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During her visits, she would total, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a apartment cot, naked on his vertebral column, as she stripped away her clothes. She would stand naked in strawman of him, carressing her nipples and white meat, ignoring his endless inquiries. He would alternately order her to recite him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then shout at her in a fury. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would get hard, and she would drive him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his presence were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and leave. Although his physical response to her was the Lapplander as always, he heart grew hard and moth-eaten. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse Holy Scripture at her, which she would just laugh at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd names, threatening her with atrocious matter, until she grew quite alarmed and angry, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll sustain Raith cadence you. '' His eyes grew with wonder, fruition ebbing its way across his case and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her fault immediately. That was the shoemaker's last he ever saw of her.

jurist has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a champion of the Dartmoor family, took it upon himself to edict a search for the missing overlord. The lord was found, his gens was cleared, and his prop restored. Raith denied all, and Claudia was nowhere to be found. A year later, Divine Dartmoor stepped back into his household and found the human beings foreign. Thin and gaunt, cynical and embittered, he grew merciless of nerve as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The years passed as he became shine and suave on the exterior, cold as ice inside. Many families offered their daughters, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of marriage ceremony, politely, but firmly. He would trust no char again. And so during the day, he tended to his estate, at nighttime, pumping his thwarting into the ridiculous women who thought they could tempt him into marriage, as he waited and waited. Because Raith had once been married, and he had a daughter. She was a tyke when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not know of her macrocosm until he sent his spy to find out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of truth about Raith, he thought grimly. If his undercover agent were even up, she was nothing like her father. She was sweet and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

His judgement turned back to his cavalry. They were almost there. He could even see the carriage now in the eventide twilight. It was a tiny dot on the horizon. He had waited patiently. Soon, she would be his.

Clara fingered the letter from her father again, as the posture steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a baby, but was soon sent away to the convent for Education, marriage preparation, and, she added to herself, because she was a pain in the neck to everybody. If she had been a son, she would have been allowed to stay. For almost 10 old age, she saw none of her kin, until one day her founder stopped by. He glanced at her expression, her figure, her attire, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 year, he came by, bringing a different man with him each time. Most of them had graying hair's-breadth, some with crooked spine. She was positive one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the turn in caretaker. The lastly man he had brought had looked scarcely at her brass, mostly at her body, and gleamed a horrible smile. A week later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Divine Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 yr young than her father but already had two wife. From the tittering in the toilet, she had learned that both his wives had died after only a few years. hearsay was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to convince herself that her Father of the Church would be kind to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her finisher to noble Ogert with each minute of arc felt like a black hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the carriage. Revenge was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the large sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could suffer been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the outdo go. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a bang-up softwood of property and money from his two wife. He had money to spare, and he wanted a Cy Young naive wife he could flex to his will. Dartmoor thought of Ogert 's fury, and Raith 's fury. Raith 's money scheme were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up respective times, and without the boastfully sum from Ogert, he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her father 's terse letter once more, when she was cognisant of a passenger on the road. The carriage halted to a stop. Her escort was about to open the room access to see what the topic was, when the door was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in black-market was at the threshold, `` Stay inside and do n't move, if you want to live ! '' and he slammed the door. Clara shivered. There was no one else on the road and she was defenseless. A few instant passed, and the doorway flew open again. The awful man in inkiness grabbed her workforce and before she could resist, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you kill me ? '' she found the articulation to say. He did not reply, but gagged her and slammed the doorway again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her female date whimpering, and a Male grunting. There was a intermission for a few minutes, then more grunting. A smack, and then another smacking. She was then pulled out of the equipage and saw that the other two members of her party were bound, gagged, and blindfolded, but still living. She was dragged towards a knight. `` Are you going to go away them there like that ? They 'll freeze to death ? Please, sir, have pity on them. '' At the Word, `` pity, '' the stranger 's back talk snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the buck and they sped away.

A few hour later, she was pulled like a hammock of flour down from the horse. Her limbs were frozen with cold, making it necessary for her captor to hoist her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blazing fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and untied. `` Sleep, '' he said, and left the room. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to open the door. It was locked. She looked around at the broad and well-furnished way, before collapsing on the bed in debilitation and misery. Who is he ? and what does he require ? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to sleep. She awoke to the smelling of warm intellectual nourishment and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chair, uncloak but still in black, a tray of intellectual nourishment next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was handsome, but the pangs of hunger were more weigh, and she looked towards the food. `` You may eat, but you must eat au naturel. '' Her appetite was immediately quenched. `` No thanks, then, '' she pulled her center from the food. `` What do you want with me ? Why am I here ? '' He left the room, bringing the tray with him. A maid came in and helped her bathe.

dark came, and she was still hungry. She had not had anything to eat since noontide yesterday. He came in the room again, bringing another tray of food. `` Who are you ? What do you need ? '' she bit out with frustration. `` You may eat now, or after I take you, '' he said placidly. At this, she turned to flee him, but he grasped her and flung her onto the bed. Ignoring her vociferation, he ripped off her nightie, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and unmoved, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to take his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to wrestle away. He pinned her down. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one more attempt at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking rope hidden under the mattress, he tied her wrist joint and ankles to the bed posts. He then cut off her panties. She was now naked and perfectly helpless. She turned her head to the side and refused to cry. She had no selection but to brave this. She would suppose of something else, of her booster at the convent, of immature fields and Patrick Victor Martindale White clouds, of ... her captor had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and stiff penis. Her eyes widened with horror and panic. His strong and prominent hands came up to hold on her breasts and he kneaded them like dough until they were sore before turning his attention to her nipple. They sprang to attention as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with abandon. Clara felt a strange sensation between her legs as he stroked and licked her tit. She squirmed but it was of no use. She felt his hand between her legs and tried again to plead with him, `` Please, do n't do this to me. '' She looked around the room and knew that money would be no lure to him. `` Please, anything but this. '' But her capturer was determined, and she felt his digit enter a office she had never touched. She instantly became rigid. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a green whore. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her button, and again she tried to squirm away. He kept on friction and rubbing, his strokes intensifying. Her face grew flushed and she felt overheated. Despite her supplication, he kept on stroking her clitoris. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to moan at his handling, his unceasing and merciless stroking. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' show me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensible clit until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to bechance. Her body tensed and tense up and she heard herself moaning until finally, her organic structure shook violently with spasm. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lust and desire, her facial expression flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her nub thudding, a sheen of sweat over her skin. She looked at her captor with a mix of surprisal and disgust, trying to sympathize what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her body had managed to respond to him, and her body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My turn, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even harder and longer than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent Virgin have her initiative climax. But you wo n't be a virgin for a great deal longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet and affectionate entrance. As an answer to her final examination supplication for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your cunt is so tight and wet. What a great fuck you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. Jehovah Dartmoor 's revenge was fill out. Ogert would never throw her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the female escort turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her bitch, and then in her backtalk. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable body of Raith 's only progeny. He would marry Clara the next day, to keep off charges of snatch and ravishment. She would pleasure him during the days and nights, and when she was pregnant with his children, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the rophy in order to toss her over onto her stomach. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the paries of her vagina tight around his penis, which was hard as a stone. `` Get on your manus and knees, '' and she obeyed. Her titty swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such force that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her breasts and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His thick cock continued to squeeze into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were bed cover wide to accomodate his large penis. As he drove into her, his helping hand reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her groan continued as he stroked it more vigorously. With desperation, her hips bucked for more. Finally, she cried out once again as his semen spewed out into her orifice again and again. They were consummated. It was over. She was his.

'' You are so beautiful, and have pleasured me very well. You will get hitched with me tomorrow. You may detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been absolutely in 3 years. '' He dressed himself, watching her judgment soaking in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his centre lingered over her knocker and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covers, but he resisted the impulse. She needed her eternal sleep. `` Have your dinner. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the face of hate boring into him as he left the room, but he remembered how she wantonly bucked her hips against him, wanting more. He smiled. It would not be too yearn before she would be crying out his epithet with desire, her stage wrapped around his concentrated trunk .