Almighty Dartmoor surveyed his estate, the spacious landscape of viridity shrubs and timberland, horses and stalls, the lake in the far length, before turning his backrest to the window. His mind was elsewhere today, filled with arrant retention. He shook his head, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 years already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my labor. '' And yet all that occupied his mind was those eld of dark-skinned despair, and his plans for revenge. There was a whack 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 days. She is accompanied only by a female person bodyguard and the driver. '' Godhead Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse ready in an hour. ``

Evening approached as he rode through the woodland towards Highbury road. His body was still hard and toned from eld of riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The steadfast gallop of the horse cavalry and the familiar terrain allowed his mind to weave, as it often did, to 15 eld ago. Lord Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming hair flowed over her naked physical structure, but there was not enough of it to hide her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusting. Her face was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third time they had fucked. There were still many hours before dawning. Lord Dartmoor 's muscularity were tense, his strong mitt grasping her rose hip tightly, his midst rod pumping furiously into her sopping wet vagina. `` You .. naughty.. little girl. You 'll ... be the.. death.. of me, '' he rasped. Claudia 's red lips smiled, and then her physical structure tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to dig herself against him. Finally, he could feel her cunt muscle 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 rule, and the room was quiet except for the flicker of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And God Almighty Dartmoor 's hired man were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very suspect gag. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delicious right now. I just might have you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then subscribe off that gown and throw me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 years his elderly, but they looked interchangeable, as if they could be comrade. Both with dismal browned hair, chiseled faces, all-encompassing shoulders and chests, tapering waists, and long, hard cocks, ready for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly play her to orgasm, over such a long full point of time that it drove her crazy 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 sleep, he would stay. She smiled with the remembrances. And while Dartmoor was so naive and gullible, Raith was always scheming and alert, greedy for money and superpower. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her mind turned back to Dartmoor, bound in forget me drug. `` I 'm sorry. You 'll have 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 rough-and-tumble, and then only the screams of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

Divine Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his heels as he remembered the treason. He had been imprisoned for months while his name was being blackened. He was held suspect for money schemes, murder, plots, with no way to clear his gens as he languished in a hidden cell. Raith, who was like an older crony to him ... ah, he had been so unintelligent, so green. He had trusted Raith with everything. Raith was behind all of this, trying to set him up so that he could usurp his nation and titles. During the calendar month when he was `` wanting, '' he never once saw Raith, and in fact it was Claudia, the bitch, who had revealed him.

One of Claudia 's darling pasttimes during those month was to visit him in his cell, as he lay on the stone ground, coldness, hungry, and in the wickedness. On the years of her visits, she would guild food, and torches to light and warm up his disconsolate jail cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her sojourn. During her visits, she would come, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a flat cot, naked on his rear, as she stripped away her dress. She would stick out naked in front of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his dateless inquiries. He would alternately rules of order her to distinguish him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then outcry at her in a madness. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would produce grueling, and she would depend on him until she was meet. Then, as if his bearing were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and leave. Although his physical reaction to her was the same as always, he heart grew firmly and dusty. He eventually gave in to yelling harsh Word at her, which she would just laugh at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd figure, threatening her with horrendous things, until she grew quite dismay and furious, `` If you do n't shut out up, I 'll suffer Raith beat you. '' His eyes grew with marvel, actualisation ebbing its way across his face and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the last he ever saw of her.

jurist has a foreign way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor folk, took it upon himself to purchase order a search for the absent lord. The lord was found, his gens was cleared, and his property restored. Raith denied all, and Claudia was nowhere to be found. A class later, Lord Dartmoor stepped back into his home base and found the world extraneous. Thin and gaunt, cynical and embittered, he grew merciless of heart as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The geezerhood passed as he became smooth and suave on the exterior, cold as ice inside. Many kin offered their daughter, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their crack of marriage ceremony, politely, but firmly. He would bank no adult female again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate of the realm, at nights, pumping his frustrations into the silly charwoman who thought they could lure him into union, 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 undercover agent to find out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of truth about Raith, he thought grimly. If his spies were discipline, she was nil like her Church Father. She was honeyed and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

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

Clara fingered the missive from her don again, as the pusher steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for breeding, marriage preparation, and, she added to herself, because she was a pain in the neck to everybody. If she had been a son, she would suffer been allowed to ride out. For almost 10 years, she saw none of her kin, until one day her father stopped by. He glanced at her face, her figure, her attire, then left quickly. Over the succeeding 3 to 4 year, he came by, bringing a different man with him each sentence. most of them had graying hair, some with stooped spinal column. She was positivist one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the retired caretaker. The final stage man he had brought had looked scarcely at her cheek, mostly at her body, and gleamed a ugly grin. A workweek later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to God Almighty Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years younger than her don but already had two married woman. From the tittering in the bathrooms, she had learned that both his wife had died after only a few years. hearsay was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to convince herself that her father would be variety to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her finisher to Godhead Ogert with each second felt like a black hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the bearing. Revenge was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the turgid sum of money Ogert had promised him for his girl. She could have been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the best pass. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a cracking deal of place and money from his two married woman. He had money to spare, and he wanted a young naif married woman he could turn to his will. Dartmoor opinion of Ogert 's ferocity, and Raith 's fury. Raith 's money schemes were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up various times, and without the large sum from Ogert, he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her Father of the Church 's terse letter once more, when she was mindful of a rider on the road. The carriage halted to a plosive consonant. Her escort was about to open the door to see what the matter was, when the threshold was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in black was at the threshold, `` stop inside and do n't move, if you want to live ! '' and he slammed the door. Clara shivered. There was no one else on the route and she was defenseless. A few moment passed, and the doorway flew give again. The terrible man in black grabbed her hands and before she could resist, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you kill me ? '' she found the voice to say. He did not respond, but gagged her and slammed the door again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her female escort whimpering, and a male grunting. There was a pause for a few minutes, then more grunting. A smacking, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the carriage and saw that the other two phallus of her party were bound, gagged, and blindfolded, but still living. She was dragged towards a horse. `` Are you going to bequeath them there like that ? They 'll freeze to demise ? Please, sir, have commiseration on them. '' At the Logos, `` ruth, '' the stranger 's mouth snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the Equus caballus and they sped away.

A few 60 minutes later, she was pulled like a paper bag of flour down from the Equus caballus. Her tree branch were frozen with dusty, making it necessary for her captor to hoist her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blazing fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and unlaced. `` log Z's, '' 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 roomy and well-furnished elbow room, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and misery. Who is he ? and what does he require ? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to catch some Z's. She awoke to the olfaction of affectionate food and sunlight shining in her optic. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmasked but still in fateful, a tray of food next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was liberal, but the pangs of hungriness were more weight-lift, and she looked towards the intellectual nourishment. `` You may eat, but you must eat naked. '' 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 way, bringing the tray with him. A maidservant came in and helped her bathe.

Nox came, and she was still thirsty. She had not had anything to eat since noon yesterday. He came in the room again, bringing another tray of intellectual nourishment. `` Who are you ? What do you want ? '' she bit out with defeat. `` You may eat now, or after I take you, '' he said placidly. At this, she turned to fly him, but he grasped her and chuck out her onto the bed. Ignoring her shout, he ripped off her nightie, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and unswayed, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to take his apparel off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to wrestle away. He pinned her down. `` You have a pick, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one more attempt at exemption before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking rope hidden under the mattress, he tied her articulatio radiocarpea and ankles to the bed posts. He then cut off her pantie. She was now au naturel and perfectly helpless. She turned her head to the side and refused to cry. She had no pick but to endure this. She would think of something else, of her friends at the convent, of super acid fields and white clouds, of ... her captor had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and stiff member. Her eyes widened with horror and panic. His unattackable and large hands came up to get the picture her breasts and he kneaded them like clams until they were sore before turning his tending to her tit. They sprang to attention as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with abandon. Clara felt a foreign sensation between her leg as he stroked and licked her mamilla. 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 room and knew that money would be no lure to him. `` Please, anything but this. '' But her captor was determined, and she felt his fingerbreadth enter a place she had never touched. She instantly became inflexible. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a common lady of pleasure. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her clitoris, and again she tried to wrestle away. He kept on friction and rubbing, his diagonal intensifying. Her face grew flushed and she felt overheated. Despite her supplication, he kept on stroking her button. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to moan at his handling, his ageless and merciless stroking. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' show me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensitive clit until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to bump. Her body tensed and tense up 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 facial expression flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to convention, her ticker thudding, a sheen of perspiration over her skin. 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 body had managed to respond to him, and her body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My turn of events, '' he said and grapsed her articulatio coxae, `` I 'm even grueling and longer than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent virgin have her first orgasm. But you wo n't be a virgin for much longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his member against her wet and warm entrance. As an answer to her final plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your snatch is so tight and wet. What a not bad nooky you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's revenge was nail. Ogert would never take in her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the female accompaniment turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her cunt, and then in her rima oris. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable consistency of Raith 's only progeny. He would marry Clara the next day, to avoid charges of kidnapping and rape. She would pleasure him during the days and nighttime, and when she was fraught with his children, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the Mexican valium in order to fling her over onto her belly. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the rampart of her vagina tight around his penis, which was hard as a rock. `` Get on your manus and knees, '' and she obeyed. Her breasts swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such strength that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her breasts and flicked her pap, and she moaned softly. His thick cock continued to thrust into her as he grunted with lust. The back talk of her vagina were spread wide to accomodate his big penis. As he drove into her, his deal reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her groan 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 marry me tomorrow. You may hate me, but if you were with Ogert, you would induce been drained in 3 yr. '' He dressed himself, watching her mind soak in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her titty 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 hate 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 long before she would be crying out his public figure with desire, her leg wrapped around his knockout body .