This scene was originally part of a Holy Scripture I am writing, but I ended up changing the plot line to allow them to escape in social club to salvage her sis from portion worse than death. Also, for where I was publishing it online this scene was too erotic. ; ) But it was too good not to contribution, so enjoy ! If you want to read the entirely story, even though this shot is no longer in it, you can rule it on Wattpad.com under the figure `` An Irish whisky heyday ''. My pen gens there is Genevive. It has some other steamy love scenes you may enjoy. ; )

background knowledge : Maeve was kidnapped from her dwelling house so a competitor master Camlin could ram her to marry his son, Weylin, so Camlin can take her sire 's ground. Although it was a forced spousal relationship, Weylin and Maeve fell in love. But despite Camlin 's scourge, she is not capable to conceive the child that will gain him the lands he wants, and she and Weylin unsuccessfully tried to lam. Camlin snaps, throwing his son in prison and taking out his unsatiable rage on defenseless Maeve ....

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He was raging."You have not born my son a child, you are not even pregnant ! You 're either wasteland, or you have somehow convinced him to fool me into thinking he has taken you ! We 'll find out which sin you are shamed of !"He slapped her operose across the side."And to create matters spoiled, you would try to scarper 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 fry ; I will make sure you a not a virgin !"He ignored her scream 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 knees. He released his wrist knife and cut away the top of dress, releasing her ticklish breasts. Her struggles only made them reverberate more, causing him to leer at her. He leaned down to wet-nurse them as she begged him to stop.

Finally he tired of her cries and stuffed a pluck while of her wearing apparel in her back talk. He ripped a foresighted piece from the hem to tie her hands together in front of her. He lifted them over her chief and attached the remaining end to the bedpost. He laughed at her snag."I like to enjoy my woman for a long time ... get comfy, you 'll be here a while."

With her custody and sassing secured, he moved down to range her legs and cut what was left of her wearing apparel, leaving her naked. He stood up, avoiding her kicking legs in amusement. He slowly took off his shirt and shoes, then started on his pants. She cried through the gag as he finally stepped out of his clothes and loomed over her. Grabbing her legs, he spread them apart and moved on top of her. She could sense his hard erection pushing against her first step, but he did n't enter her yet. Instead he moved his body back and Forth on top of her, causing her nipples to become grueling 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 opening and smiled darkly."I knew your consistence would react, 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 hesitate to kill you."She resisted the itch to yell again, hardly able to see through the bout. He sat up and moved up until his member was pulsating in front end of her mouth."I 'll thank you to pleasure me now, my madam,"he said firmly. He pushed his member in her sass, 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 mug throbbing on her cheek. After what seemed the like timeless existence for Maeve, he tired of her mouth and slid down her again. She was hoping he would be happy without penetrating, but that was not the case. She cried out as he pushed inside her, filling her with his massive appendage that had defiled so many women. 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 speciality yet and the impairment was done. She felt him shudder as he finished inside her.

He got up slowly and frowned."No blood. I guess my good for zero son did take you after all. Since you are not with child, that means you are barren- and useless to me. You are a nonstarter to me and to your married man !"He cut the fabric tying her to the bad and pulled her to her feet. She offered no electric resistance ; she had none left. He dressed himself and wrapped her in a cloak and led her downstairs. He brought her to the independent 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 gestate a child of our blood, so you are useless to me. And for that loser you deserve a harsher penalty than I alone can yield you. Therefore my men ..."He motioned his hand across the elbow room,"... are going to help me stop the job."

Suddenly realizing his significance, she screamed wildly and tried to run, but the cheering, leering men grabbed her. Ripping off her cloak, they took play holding her Down so the the others could dishonor her over and over again. The first man was the captain 's steward, a pasty, fat man who had a lazy eye. He crawled on top of her, his fatso flesh repulsing her."I 'll have you enjoy this,"he chortled and he gasped in pleasance as he entered her. He pushed in and out only a few time until he finished inside her. He was quickly replaced by the head sentry duty, a monolithic man who like it rough. He pounded her, not caring how he hurt her. While he was inside her, another guard forced open up her mouth and thrust his member inside, nearly choking her. The men holding her down fondled her breasts, sometimes licking them when there was room to get their head in.

After a few had satisfied themselves inside her, they turned her over against a pot that stood waist height, forcing her limp legs assailable with their knees. One man raped her from behind while another stood in nominal head of her, forcing himself into her lip. They laughed at the tears that streamed down her typeface.

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

Weylin 's representative was raw from yelling ; his arms hurt from pounding and pulling at the BAR like a madman. He threatened to bolt down the guards when he was released if they did n't let him out now. His prison cell was infuriating ; he knew what his Padre was doing to Maeve at that very moment, and he could n't bear the thought of his dirty hired hand on her. Exhausted from his long efforts, he finally collapsed on his stifle, praying to every god he knew to protect her. Then he heard them- Maeve 's screams above him- and in revulsion he realized just how terrible his Father of the Church 's retribution truly was. He let out a farsighted cry and covered his expression with his manpower. dickhead racked his body as he tried not to think about what the guards were doing to her.

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