This prospect was originally part of a al-Qur'an I am writing, but I ended up changing the plot line to allow them to escape in club to salvage her sister from fate worse than death. Also, for where I was publishing it online this scene was too erotic. ; ) But it was too good not to share, so enjoy ! If you want to read the unhurt story, even though this scenery is no longer in it, you can get hold it on Wattpad.com under the name `` An Irish Gaelic flush ''. My pen figure there is Genevive. It has some other steamy love scene you may revel. ; )

scope : Maeve was kidnapped from her home so a equal overlord Camlin could force her to get hitched with his son, Weylin, so Camlin can claim her father 's lands. Although it was a strained wedlock, Weylin and Maeve fell in love. But despite Camlin 's threats, she is not able to gestate the child that will gain him the lands he wants, and she and Weylin unsuccessfully tried to escape. Camlin snaps, throwing his son in prison and taking out his insatiable furor 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 waste, or you have somehow convince him to fool me into thinking he has taken you ! We 'll find out which sin you are guilty of !"He slapped her hard across the face."And to make matters risky, you would try to break loose from me, and have pulled my son into your whore 's dodge !"She struggled against him, but he was too strong. He whispered in her ear,"You will behave me a baby ; I will make sure enough you a not a Virgin !"He ignored her screech and threw her onto the bed. She struggled against him, but he only laughed. He forced her down and straddled her, pinning her branch down with his knees. He released his articulatio radiocarpea knife and cut away the top of dress, releasing her frail breast. Her conflict only made them bounce more, causing him to leer at her. He leaned down to suckle them as she begged him to block.

Finally he tired of her battle cry and stuffed a torn opus of her dress in her backtalk. He ripped a farseeing piece from the hem to tie her paw together in front of her. He lifted them over her head and attached the remaining end to the bedpost. He laughed at her bout."I like to enjoy my woman for a long metre ... get comfortable, you 'll be here a while."

With her hands and mouth secured, he moved down to range her peg and cut what was left of her dress, leaving her au naturel. He stood up, avoiding her kicking legs in amusement. He slowly took off his shirt and shoes, then started on his knickers. She cried through the gag as he finally stepped out of his apparel and loomed over her. Grabbing her legs, he spread them apart and moved on top of her. She could feel his hard erection pushing against her opening, but he did n't recruit her yet. Instead he moved his eubstance back and Forth on top of her, causing her nipples to become hard and her sex to get wet against her will. She sobbed, angry that he consistence could reply this way to such a wretched man. He ran his finger along her opening and smiled darkly."I knew your body would respond, even if your mind didn't."

He removed the gag and held the tongue to her pharynx."You 'll do what I tell you, or I wo n't hesitate to obliterate you."She resisted the urge to scream again, hardly capable to see through the tears. He sat up and moved up until his fellow member was pulsating in front of her lip."I 'll thank you to pleasure me now, my lady,"he said firmly. He pushed his phallus in her mouth, almost choking her. He pushed in and out and slapped her when she did n't start to suck him. Obediently she did, the red crisscross throbbing on her cheek. After what seemed similar timelessness for Maeve, he tired of her backtalk and slid down her again. She was hoping he would be felicitous without penetrating, but that was not the pillowcase. She cried out as he pushed inside her, filling her with his monolithic phallus that had defiled so many women. He pounded her again and again, ignoring her smothered pleas. Eventually she gave up and let him force into her without screaming ; she had no intensity level yet and the hurt was done. She felt him shudder as he finished inside her.

He got up slowly and frowned."No blood. I guess my good for nothing son did train you after all. Since you are not with child, that means you are barren- and useless to me. You are a loser to me and to your husband !"He cut the fabric tying her to the bad and pulled her to her feet. She offered no resistor ; she had none left. He dressed himself and wrapped her in a cloak and led her downstairs. He brought her to the master 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 youngster of our origin, so you are useless to me. And for that failure you deserve a harsher penalisation than I alone can give you. Therefore my men ..."He motioned his hired hand across the way,"... are going to help me eat up the job."

Suddenly realizing his signification, she screamed wildly and tried to run, but the shouting, leering men grabbed her. Ripping off her cloak, they took number holding her John L. H. Down so the the others could assault her over and over again. The get-go man was the captain 's steward, a pasty, fat man who had a lazy eye. He crawled on top of her, his fatso physique repulsing her."I 'll make you enjoy this,"he chortled and he gasped in pleasure as he entered her. He pushed in and out only a few times until he finished inside her. He was quickly replaced by the head guard, 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 oral cavity and thrust his fellow member inside, nearly choking her. The men holding her down fondled her breast, sometimes licking them when there was way to get their head in.

After a few had satisfied themselves inside her, they turned her over against a crapper that stood waist height, forcing her limp legs unfastened with their knees. One man raped her from behind while another stood in front line of her, forcing himself into her backtalk. They laughed at the rip that streamed down her face.

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

Weylin 's articulation was raw from yelling ; his weaponry hurt from pounding and pulling at the stripe like a madman. 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 father was doing to Maeve at that very moment, and he could n't contain the intellection of his dirty hands on her. Exhausted from his longsighted endeavor, he finally collapsed on his stifle, praying to every god he knew to protect her. Then he heard them- Maeve 's scream above him- and in horror he realized just how tremendous his father 's retribution truly was. He let out a long cry and covered his case with his helping hand. Sobs racked his body as he tried not to conceive about what the precaution were doing to her.

"Maeve, I 'm so good-for-nothing !"He cried."I was supposed to protect you, and now appear what he has done ! ”