Lord Dartmoor surveyed his land, the broad landscape painting of green bush and forest, horses and stalls, the lake in the far distance, before turning his backbone to the windowpane. His mind was elsewhere today, filled with utter memories. He shook his headspring, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 old age already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my Department of Labor. '' And yet all that occupied his mind was those geezerhood of benighted despair, and his program for revenge. There was a rap on the door, and his servant entered. `` The carriage has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury road for the next 3 days. She is accompanied only by a female date and the driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse ready in an hour. ``

eventide approached as he rode through the forests towards Highbury Road. His body was still firmly and toned from age of equitation and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The sweetie gallop of the sawbuck and the familiar terrain allowed his creative thinker to swan, as it often did, to 15 old age ago. Lord Raith was his supporter and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming hair flowed over her naked body, but there was not enough of it to obscure her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. Her case was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third time they had fucked. There were still many hours before sunup. Lord Dartmoor 's muscularity were tense up, his strong hands grasping her hips tightly, his thick rod pumping furiously into her sopping wet vagina. `` You .. naughty.. girl. You 'll ... be the.. death.. of me, '' he rasped. Claudia 's red back talk smiled, and then her body tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to craunch herself against him. Finally, he could sense her puss 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 hearts slowly beating back to normal, and the room was quiet except for the glint of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And Lord Dartmoor 's paw were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very funny laugh. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look toothsome right now. I just might bear you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then submit off that surgical gown and have me, '' he said. Her calculating brain quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 geezerhood his senior, but they looked standardized, as if they could be chum. Both with moody Robert Brown hair, chiseled faces, wide articulatio humeri and chests, tapering waistline, and long, intemperately cocks, prepare for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly fetch her to orgasm, over such a tenacious period of time of time that it drove her loony with lust, so much so that she was exhausted after every coupling, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her come quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sopor, he would continue. She smiled with the remembrances. And while Dartmoor was so naive and fleeceable, Raith was always scheming and lively, greedy for money and power. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her nous turned back to Dartmoor, boundary in ropes. `` I 'm sorry. You 'll cause to get used to being bound. Guards, take this man away, '' she called in a light spokesperson. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a scramble, and then only the belly laugh of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

Lord Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his bounder as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for month while his gens was being blackened. He was held suspect for money scheme, murders, plots, with no way to clear his public figure as he languished in a out of sight jail cell. Raith, who was like an older crony to him ... ah, he had been so stupefied, so gullible. 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 statute title. 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 favored pasttimes during those month was to inflict him in his electric cell, as he lay on the pit ground, cold, thirsty, and in the shadow. On the days of her sojourn, she would monastic order food for thought, and Aaron's rod to sparkle and warm his dismal cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During her visits, she would fall, beautiful as a red hot fire, to torment him. She would have him tied on a flat cot, naked on his vertebral column, as she stripped away her clothes. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his endless query. He would alternately order her to tell him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then vociferation at her in a rage. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would grow hard, and she would devolve on him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his front were disgusting to her, she would preen quickly and exit. Although his physical response to her was the same as always, he heart grew hard and frigidity. 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 alarmed and furious, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll have Raith rhythm you. '' His heart grew with wonder, fruition ebbing its way across his face and idea, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her misunderstanding immediately. That was the in conclusion he ever saw of her.

Justice has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a supporter of the Dartmoor family, took it upon himself to order a hunting for the missing God Almighty. The lord was found, his figure was cleared, and his property restored. Raith denied all, and Claudia was nowhere to be found. A year later, Lord Dartmoor stepped back into his habitation and found the world foreign. Thin and gaunt, misanthropic and embittered, he grew merciless of pump 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 crime syndicate offered their daughter, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their go of marriage, politely, but firmly. He would trust no char again. And so during the day, he tended to his estate of the realm, at nights, pumping his defeat into the cockamamy charwoman who thought they could lure him into spousal relationship, 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 existence until he sent his spy to observe out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of verity about Raith, he thought grimly. If his spies were correct, she was aught like her Father. She was sweet and forgiving, and nearly importantly, honest.

His mind turned back to his horse. They were almost there. He could even see the posture now in the evening 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 pushchair steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a youngster, but was soon sent away to the convent for education, marriage preparedness, 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 years, she saw none of her family, until one day her forefather stopped by. He glanced at her aspect, her anatomy, her garb, then left quickly. Over the following 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each clock time. Most of them had graying hair, some with stooped rachis. She was overconfident one of them was even one-time than Old Higgins, the retreat caretaker. The hold out man he had brought had looked scarcely at her face, mostly at her body, and gleamed a horrible smile. A calendar week later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Lord Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years untried than her founder but already had two wife. From the tittering in the bathrooms, she had learned that both his wives had died after only a few eld. hearsay was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to convince herself that her father would be kind to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her finisher to Maker Ogert with each mo felt like a disastrous hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the pusher. Revenge was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the large sum of money Ogert had promised him for his girl. She could own been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the best offer. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a groovy pot of property and money from his two wives. He had money to give up, and he wanted a young primitive wife he could turn away to his will. Dartmoor thought of Ogert 's fury, and Raith 's ferocity. Raith 's money outline were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up several times, and without the large sum from Ogert, he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her father 's crisp letter once more, when she was cognisant of a rider on the road. The carriage halted to a stop. Her date was about to spread out the door to see what the affair was, when the doorway was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in black was at the threshold, `` Stay inside and do n't travel, 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 minutes passed, and the door flew open again. The abominable man in black grabbed her handwriting and before she could resist, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you kill me ? '' she found the voice to say. He did not react, but gagged her and slammed the door again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her female person escort whimpering, and a male grunting. There was a suspension for a few transactions, then more grunting. A smack, 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 exit them there like that ? They 'll freeze to death ? Please, sir, have pity on them. '' At the word, `` pity, '' the unknown 's mouth snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the gymnastic horse and they sped away.

A few hours later, she was pulled like a dismissal of flour down from the knight. Her branch were immobilise with frigidity, making it necessary for her captor to hoist her over his shoulder joint. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blazing flak, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and untied. `` nap, '' he said, and left the room. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to afford the door. It was locked. She looked around at the broad and well-furnished room, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and misery. Who is he ? and what does he want ? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to kip. She awoke to the tone of quick food for thought and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chairman, unmasked but still in black, a tray of solid food future to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was handsome, but the pangs of thirst were more pressing, and she looked towards the food for thought. `` You may eat, but you must eat naked. '' Her appetite was immediately quenched. `` No thanks, then, '' she pulled her oculus from the food. `` What do you desire with me ? Why am I here ? '' He left the room, bringing the tray with him. A maid came in and helped her bathe.

Night 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 for thought. `` Who are you ? What do you want ? '' 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 put away her onto the bed. Ignoring her call, he ripped off her nightgown, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and unaffected, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to assume his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to squirm away. He pinned her pile. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one Sir Thomas More attempt at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking forget me drug hidden under the mattress, he tied her articulatio radiocarpea and ankle to the bed station. He then cut off her panties. She was now naked and utterly helpless. She turned her head to the side and refused to cry. She had no pick but to endure this. She would recall of something else, of her champion at the convent, of light-green study and white cloud, of ... her captor had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and strong penis. Her optic widened with horror and panic. His strong and large hands came up to apprehend her breasts and he kneaded them like loot until they were sore before turning his attention to her nipples. They sprang to attending as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with wantonness. 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 wooden leg and tried again to plead with him, `` Please, do n't do this to me. '' She looked around the way and knew that money would be no lure 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 wrestle away. He kept on rubbing and detrition, his strokes intensifying. Her face grew flushed and she felt overheated. Despite her plea, he kept on stroking her clitoris. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to groan at his manipulations, his unceasing and unmerciful stroke. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' read me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her spiritualist button until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to occur. Her body tense up and tensed and she heard herself moaning until finally, her dead body shook violently with spasms. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lustfulness and desire, her font flushed, her articulatio coxae bucking. She slowly returned to rule, her pump thudding, a sheen of perspiration over her peel. She looked at her captor with a mix of surprise and disgust, trying to realize what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her body had managed to answer to him, and her body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My act, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even harder and longsighted than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent Virgin have her commencement orgasm. But you wo n't be a virgin for much longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet and warm entrance. As an answer to her final supplication for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your twat is so stiff and wet. What a with child fuck you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. Almighty Dartmoor 's revenge was complete. Ogert would never feature her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the female date turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her cunt, and then in her mouth. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable consistency of Raith 's only progeny. He would get married Clara the next day, to nullify billing of kidnapping and violation. She would pleasure him during the days and nighttime, and when she was pregnant with his tiddler, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the forget me drug in order to toss her over onto her stomach. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the bulwark of her vagina tight around his penis, which was hard as a rock. `` Get on your hands and knee joint, '' and she obeyed. Her breasts swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such force out that she occasionally gasped. His handwriting roamed over her breasts and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His thick pecker continued to thrust into her as he grunted with lust. The lip of her vagina were spread wide to accomodate his gravid penis. As he drove into her, his hand reached down to stroke her clit. Her moans continued as he stroked it more vigorously. With despair, her hips bucked for more. Finally, she cried out once again as his cum 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 splice me tomorrow. You may detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been dead in 3 old age. '' He dressed himself, watching her mind soak in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her tit and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covers, but he resisted the urge. She needed her rest. `` Have your dinner. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the looks of hatred 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 prospicient before she would be crying out his name with desire, her stage wrapped around his hard consistence .