Creator Dartmoor surveyed his estate, the broad landscape of greens shrub and forest, horses and stable, the lake in the far aloofness, before turning his back to the window. His psyche was elsewhere today, filled with gross memories. He shook his drumhead, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 geezerhood already. I should be married and enjoying the yield of my labor. '' And yet all that occupied his mind was those years of grim desperation, and his programme for revenge. There was a knock on the door, and his servant entered. `` The carriage has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury road for the future 3 Clarence Day. She is accompanied only by a female escort and the driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse ready in an hr. ``

even approached as he rode through the forests towards Highbury Road. His body was still hard and toned from years of equitation and fencing material, and he rode swiftly. The firm gallop of the horse and the associate terrain allowed his mind to roam, as it often did, to 15 years ago. Jehovah Raith was his booster and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming hair's-breadth flowed over her au naturel body, but there was not enough of it to hide her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his driving force. Her brass was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third base time they had fucked. There were still many hours before dawn. master Dartmoor 's sinew were tense up, his strong hands grasping her hips tightly, his midst rod pumping furiously into her sopping wet vagina. `` You .. naughty.. girl. You 'll ... be the.. death.. of me, '' he rasped. Claudia 's red lips smiled, and then her body tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to crunch herself against him. Finally, he could feel her bitch spasm around him, her consistence 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 hearts slowly beating back to normal, and the room was muted except for the glint of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And God Almighty Dartmoor 's bridge player were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very laughable joke. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delicious right now. I just might deliver you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then take off that gown and own me, '' he said. Her calculating intellect quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 old age his elderly, but they looked interchangeable, as if they could be Brother. Both with dark brown tomentum, chiseled faces, broad berm and chests, tapering waists, and long, hard peter, ready for natural action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a foresightful period of prison term that it drove her crazy with luxuria, so much so that she was exhausted after every coupler, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her get along quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sleep, he would continue. She smiled with the remembrance. And while Dartmoor was so naive and gullible, Raith was always scheming and spanking, greedy for money and power. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her mind turned back to Dartmoor, bound in ropes. `` I 'm sorry. You 'll consume to get used to being bound. Guards, take this man away, '' she called in a clear voice. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a hassle, and then only the shriek of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

lord Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his dog as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for calendar month while his name was being blackened. He was held suspect for money schemes, murders, plots, with no way to clear his name as he languished in a hidden electric cell. Raith, who was like an older buddy to him ... ah, he had been so stupid, so gullible. He had trusted Raith with everything. Raith was behind all of this, trying to set him up so that he could get hold of his lands and deed. During the month when he was `` missing, '' he never once saw Raith, and in fact it was Claudia, the cunt, who had revealed him.

One of Claudia 's favorite pasttimes during those month was to confab him in his cell, as he lay on the Oliver Stone ground, frigidity, hungry, and in the dark. On the days of her visits, she would order food, and blowtorch to light and warm his dismal cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During her visit, she would hail, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a savorless cot, naked on his spine, as she stripped away her clothes. She would suffer naked in front of him, carressing her nipple and titty, ignoring his interminable query. He would alternately social club her to differentiate him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then yell at her in a madness. She continued to carress herself and would range him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would turn hard, and she would tantalize him until she was slaked. Then, as if his comportment were disgusting to her, she would enclothe quickly and leave. Although his physical answer to her was the same as always, he spunk grew concentrated and cold. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse words 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 terrible things, until she grew quite horrify and angry, `` If you do n't keep out up, I 'll accept Raith heartbeat you. '' His middle grew with wonder, realization ebbing its way across his face and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the endure he ever saw of her.

justness has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a Quaker of the Dartmoor phratry, took it upon himself to order a search for the missing lord. The lord was found, his name was cleared, and his prop restored. Raith denied all, and Claudia was nowhere to be found. A year later, noble Dartmoor stepped back into his household and found the world foreign. Thin and gaunt, misanthropic and embittered, he grew merciless of heart as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The old age passed as he became smooth and suave on the exterior, cold as ice inside. Many families offered their girl, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of wedding, politely, but firmly. He would trust no cleaning woman again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate, at Nox, pumping his frustrations into the silly women who thought they could lure him into marriage, as he waited and waited. Because Raith had once been married, and he had a daughter. She was a child when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not know of her creation until he sent his spy to come up out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of trueness about Raith, he thought grimly. If his spies were correct, she was zero like her founder. She was unfermented and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

His idea turned back to his gymnastic horse. They were almost there. He could even see the carriage now in the evening twilight. It was a midget dot on the horizon. He had waited patiently. Soon, she would be his.

Clara fingered the letter from her father again, as the go-cart steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for Department of Education, marriage prep, and, she added to herself, because she was a pain to everybody. If she had been a son, she would have been allowed to detain. For almost 10 age, she saw none of her kinsperson, until one day her father stopped by. He glanced at her aspect, her figure, her attire, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each time. almost of them had graying tomentum, some with stooping spinal column. She was electropositive one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the retired caretaker. The last man he had brought had looked scarcely at her cheek, mostly at her body, and gleamed a horrible smile. A week later, her forefather had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Lord Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years untested than her forefather but already had two wives. From the tittering in the bathrooms, she had learned that both his wife had died after only a few eld. Rumor was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to win over herself that her father would be kind to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her closer to Lord Ogert with each min felt like a black hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the perambulator. Revenge was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the declamatory sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could give been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the honest offer. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a cracking deal of property and money from his two wife. He had money to spare, and he wanted a Cy Young naif wife he could bend to his will. Dartmoor thought of Ogert 's fury, and Raith 's fury. Raith 's money strategy were lately very abortive, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up several prison term, and without the large sum from Ogert, he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her father 's terse letter once more, when she was cognizant of a rider on the route. The carriage halted to a stop. Her accompaniment was about to open the door to see what the issue was, when the door was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in black was at the doorway, `` Stay inside and do n't move, if you want to live ! '' and he slammed the doorway. Clara shivered. There was no one else on the route and she was defenseless. A few minutes passed, and the threshold flew open again. The awful man in black grabbed her hands and before she could resist, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you kill me ? '' she found the interpreter to say. He did not respond, but gagged her and slammed the door again. She heard a conflict outside, and heard her female escort whimpering, and a male person grunting. There was a interruption for a few moment, then more grunting. A slap, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the carriage and saw that the other two members of her party were bound, gagged, and blindfolded, but still living. She was dragged towards a horse. `` Are you going to leave them there like that ? They 'll freeze down to last ? Please, sir, have commiseration on them. '' At the word, `` shame, '' the stranger 's mouth snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the horse and they sped away.

A few 60 minutes later, she was pulled like a sack of flour down from the sawhorse. Her limbs were freeze out with cold, making it necessity for her captor to run up her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blazing fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and unfettered. `` 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 spacious and well-furnished room, before collapsing on the bed in enfeeblement and miserableness. Who is he ? and what does he need ? filled her thinker endlessly and she tried to sleep. She awoke to the flavour of fond food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her capturer was sitting in a professorship, unmask but still in total darkness, a tray of solid food side by side to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was well-favoured, but the sting of hungriness were more pressing, and she looked towards the food. `` You may eat, but you must eat defenseless. '' Her appetite was immediately quenched. `` No thanks, then, '' she pulled her eyes from the food. `` What do you want with me ? Why am I here ? '' He left the elbow room, bringing the tray with him. A maiden came in and helped her bathe.

Nox came, and she was still athirst. She had not had anything to eat since noon yesterday. He came in the room again, bringing another tray of food. `` Who are you ? What do you want ? '' she bit out with foiling. `` 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 rallying cry, he ripped off her nightgown, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and unswayed, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to take his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to squirm away. He pinned her down feather. `` You have a option, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one Thomas More attempt at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking roofy hidden under the mattress, he tied her wrists and mortise joint to the bed posts. He then cut off her panties. She was now raw and utterly helpless. She turned her header to the side and refused to cry. She had no choice but to wear this. She would opine of something else, of her friends at the convent, of green fields and white clouds, of ... her capturer had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and stiff phallus. Her eyes widened with horror and scare. His warm and prominent hired hand came up to grasp her bosom and he kneaded them like dough until they were sore before turning his care to her nipples. They sprang to attention as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with abandon. Clara felt a unusual esthesis between her legs as he stroked and licked her mammilla. 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 elbow room and knew that money would be no hook to him. `` Please, anything but this. '' But her captor was determined, and she felt his fingers enter a place she had never touched. She instantly became rigid. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a common whore. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her clitoris, and again she tried to squirm away. He kept on rubbing and detrition, his diagonal intensifying. Her nerve grew flushed and she felt overheated. Despite her pleas, he kept on stroking her clitoris. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to moan at his manipulations, his incessant and merciless stroking. `` save on moaning, '' he taunted, '' establish me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensible clitoris until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to happen. Her body tense up and tense and she heard herself moaning until finally, her body shook violently with spasm. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lust and desire, her fount flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her heart and soul thudding, a sheen of perspiration over her pelt. She looked at her captor with a mix of surprise and disgust, trying to understand what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her soundbox had managed to reply to him, and her physical structure had reacted in pleasure.

'' My turn, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even firmly and foresightful than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent virgin have her first orgasm. But you wo n't be a virgin for a great deal longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his phallus against her wet and strong entrance. As an answer to her final plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your snatch is so taut and wet. What a great fuck you are. '' He drew himself out, and drive himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's retaliation was consummate. Ogert would never bear her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the distaff escort turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her snatch, and then in her mouth. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable body of Raith 's only progeny. He would wed Clara the side by side day, to avoid charges of kidnapping and rape. She would pleasure him during the sidereal day and nights, and when she was pregnant with his baby, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the ropes in Holy Order to toss her over onto her tummy. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the walls of her vagina tight around his penis, which was hard as a rock and roll. `` Get on your hands and knees, '' and she obeyed. Her knocker swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such force that she occasionally gasped. His workforce roamed over her breasts and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His midst cock continued to thrust into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were spreading wide to accomodate his large penis. As he drove into her, his hired hand reached down to stroke her clit. Her moan 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 married me tomorrow. You may detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been drained in 3 age. '' He dressed himself, watching her psyche soaking in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her knocker and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covers, but he resisted the urge. She needed her repose. `` Have your dinner. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the looking at of hatred boring into him as he left the way, but he remembered how she wantonly bucked her hips against him, wanting more. He smiled. It would not be too long before she would be crying out his name with desire, her legs wrapped around his intemperately physical structure .