This view was originally contribution of a book I am writing, but I ended up changing the storyline to appropriate them to run in order to save her Sister from fate worse than Death. Also, for where I was publishing it online this view was too titillating. ; ) But it was too salutary not to ploughshare, so enjoy ! If you want to read the unharmed report, even though this vista is no longer in it, you can find it on Wattpad.com under the name `` An Irish Flower ''. My pen figure there is Genevive. It has some other steamy making love scene you may enjoy. ; )

setting : Maeve was kidnapped from her home so a rival lord Camlin could push her to marry his son, Weylin, so Camlin can claim her father 's lands. Although it was a forced wedding, Weylin and Maeve fell in love. But despite Camlin 's threat, she is not able to conceive the child that will gain him the demesne he wants, and she and Weylin unsuccessfully tried to escape. Camlin snaps, throwing his son in prison house and taking out his insatiable craze on defenseless Maeve ....

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He was wild."You have not born my son a baby, you are not even pregnant ! You 're either wasteland, or you have somehow convinced him to horse around me into thinking he has taken you ! We 'll find out which sin you are hangdog of !"He slapped her hard across the grimace."And to make matters worse, you would try to run away from me, and have pulled my son into your tart 's outline !"She struggled against him, but he was too potent. He whispered in her ear,"You will bear me a child ; I will crap certain 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 knee joint. He released his wrist knife and cut away the top of frock, releasing her delicate breast. Her struggles only made them bounce more, causing him to leer at her. He leaned down to lactate them as she begged him to quit.

Finally he tired of her cries and stuffed a shoot piece of her attire in her mouth. He ripped a farsighted piece from the hem to tie her hands together in front of her. He lifted them over her promontory and attached the remaining end to the bedpost. He laughed at her tears."I like to enjoy my char for a tenacious time ... get comfortable, you 'll be here a while."

With her hands and mouth secured, he moved down to straddle 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 skid, then started on his pants. She cried through the gag as he finally stepped out of his clothes and loomed over her. Grabbing her peg, he spread them apart and moved on top of her. She could find his hard erection pushing against her opening, but he did n't inscribe her yet. Instead he moved his body back and Forth on top of her, causing her tit to become heavily and her sex to become wet against her will. She sobbed, raging that he body could respond this way to such a vile man. He ran his finger along her hatchway and smiled darkly."I knew your body would respond, even if your mind didn't."

He removed the gag and held the knife to her pharynx."You 'll do what I tell you, or I wo n't hesitate to bolt down you."She resisted the urge to shout out again, hardly able to see through the tears. He sat up and moved up until his member was pulsating in front of her mouth."I 'll thank you to pleasure me now, my lady,"he said firmly. He pushed his appendage in her sassing, almost choking her. He pushed in and out and slapped her when she did n't start to suck up him. Obediently she did, the red grade throbbing on her cheek. After what seemed like eternity for Maeve, he tired of her sassing and slid down her again. She was hoping he would be glad without penetrating, but that was not the case. She cried out as he pushed inside her, filling her with his massive penis that had defiled so many womanhood. He pounded her again and again, ignoring her suppressed supplication. Eventually she gave up and let him push into her without screaming ; she had no military strength yet and the damage was done. She felt him shiver as he finished inside her.

He got up slowly and frowned."No blood. I guess my trade good for zilch son did charter you after all. Since you are not with child, that means you are barren- and useless to me. You are a failure to me and to your husband !"He cut the fabric tying her to the bad and pulled her to her human foot. She offered no underground ; she had none left. He dressed himself and wrapped her in a cloak and led her downstairs. He brought her to the main manse 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 wear a small fry of our descent, so you are useless to me. And for that bankruptcy you deserve a harsher punishment than I alone can give you. Therefore my men ..."He motioned his hand across the elbow room,"... are going to help me finish the job."

Suddenly realizing his meaning, she screamed wildly and tried to run, but the cheering, leering men grabbed her. Ripping off her cloak, they took turns holding her down so the the others could ravish 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 fatty chassis repulsing her."I 'll make you enjoy this,"he chortled and he gasped in joy as he entered her. He pushed in and out only a few times until he finished inside her. He was quickly replaced by the header sentry duty, a monumental man who like it rough. He pounded her, not caring how he hurt her. While he was inside her, another sentry go forced exposed her back talk and thrust his extremity inside, nearly choking her. The men holding her down feather fondled her boob, 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 commode that stood shank acme, forcing her limp legs open with their knees. One man raped her from behind while another stood in figurehead of her, forcing himself into her mouth. They laughed at the bust that streamed down her boldness.

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

Weylin 's voice was raw from yelling ; his limb hurt from pounding and pulling at the stripe like a maniac. He threatened to kill the guard when he was released if they did n't let him out now. His prison house cell was infuriating ; he knew what his father was doing to Maeve at that very moment, and he could n't bear the thought process 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 screeching above him- and in horror he realized just how terrible his Father 's retribution truly was. He let out a long cry and covered his face with his handwriting. Sobs racked his consistency as he tried not to think about what the guards were doing to her.

"Maeve, I 'm so no-account !"He cried."I was supposed to protect you, and now count what he has done ! ”