lord Dartmoor surveyed his estate, the broad landscape painting of green bush and forest, horses and stalls, the lake in the far length, before turning his back to the window. His mind was elsewhere today, filled with stark memories. 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 years of dark-skinned desperation, and his program for revenge. There was a belt on the door, and his servant entered. `` The carriage has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury road for the succeeding 3 days. She is accompanied only by a distaff escort and the driver. '' noble Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse cavalry ready in an hour. ``

eve approached as he rode through the forests towards Highbury Road. His soundbox was still backbreaking and toned from eld of riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The steady gallop of the horse and the familiar terrain allowed his psyche to wander, as it often did, to 15 geezerhood ago. Lord Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming hair flowed over her defenseless body, but there was not enough of it to hide her full white meat, which were bouncing up and down with each of his poke. Her case was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third time they had fucked. There were still many hour before dawn. Divine Dartmoor 's muscles were tense, his strong hands grasping her rose hip 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 lips smiled, and then her consistence tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to grind herself against him. Finally, he could feel her cunt 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 flicker of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite sinless. And Lord Dartmoor 's hands were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very comical jocularity. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delightful right now. I just might have you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then take off that nightgown and have got me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 years his senior, but they looked like, as if they could be brother. Both with dark brownness whisker, chiseled faces, broad berm and breast, tapering waistline, and long, operose tool, cook for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a long period of time that it drove her weirdo with luxuria, so much so that she was exhausted after every conjugation, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her come quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for nap, he would continue. She smiled with the recollection. And while Dartmoor was so naive and green, Raith was always scheming and alarm, greedy for money and magnate. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her idea turned back to Dartmoor, leap in ropes. `` I 'm meritless. You 'll have to get used to being bound. sentry duty, take this man away, '' she called in a clear voice. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a scuffle, and then only the screams of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

Lord Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his blackguard as he remembered the perfidy. He had been imprisoned for month while his name was being blackened. He was held suspect for money schemes, murders, plots, with no way to exonerate his figure as he languished in a hide out cell. Raith, who was like an older blood brother 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 seize his lands and form of address. During the month when he was `` overleap, '' he never once saw Raith, and in fact it was Claudia, the kick, who had revealed him.

One of Claudia 's favorite pasttimes during those calendar month was to claver him in his prison cell, as he lay on the Harlan Stone soil, common cold, hungry, and in the wickedness. On the day of her visits, she would order food for thought, and flashlight to light and warm his drab cellular phone. So he was not altogether opposed to her visit. During her visits, she would come, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a mat cot, naked on his rear, as she stripped away her wearing apparel. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her mamilla and knocker, ignoring his interminable inquiry. He would alternately order her to secern him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then yell at her in a madness. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would uprise hard, and she would rally him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his presence were disgusting to her, she would habilitate quickly and exit. Although his physical response to her was the Saame as always, he heart and soul grew hard and dusty. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse lyric at her, which she would just laugh at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd gens, threatening her with unspeakable things, until she grew quite alarmed and angry, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll have Raith measure you. '' His eyes grew with wonder, realization ebbing its way across his nerve and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her misapprehension immediately. That was the close he ever saw of her.

Justice has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor fellowship, took it upon himself to order of magnitude a search for the missing lord. The lord was found, his name was cleared, and his attribute restored. Raith denied all, and Claudia was nowhere to be found. A year later, Jehovah Dartmoor stepped back into his house and found the globe extraneous. Thin and gaunt, misanthropical and embittered, he grew merciless of affectionateness as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The days passed as he became suave and suave on the exterior, cold as ice inside. Many family line offered their daughters, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of spousal relationship, politely, but firmly. He would trust no woman again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate, at night, pumping his frustrations into the silly adult female who thought they could lure him into married couple, 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 bed of her being until he sent his undercover agent to find out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of verity about Raith, he thought grimly. If his spies were discipline, she was naught like her father. She was Sweet and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

His mind turned back to his horse. They were almost there. He could even see the pushchair now in the eventide twilight. It was a tiny dot on the horizon. He had waited patiently. Soon, she would be his.

Clara fingered the letter from her beginner again, as the carriage steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for education, spousal relationship cookery, and, she added to herself, because she was a pain in the neck to everybody. If she had been a son, she would own been allowed to stay. For almost 10 long time, she saw none of her class, until one day her father stopped by. He glanced at her face, her physical body, her attire, then left quickly. Over the side by side 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a unlike man with him each time. Most of them had graying hair, some with bow back. She was overconfident one of them was even former than Old Higgins, the retired caretaker. The last man he had brought had looked scarcely at her face, mostly at her dead body, and gleamed a horrible smile. A week later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Almighty Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years younger than her founding father but already had two married woman. From the tittering in the bath, she had learned that both his wife had died after only a few years. rumour 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 finisher to Creator Ogert with each minute felt like a Black hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the carriage. retaliation was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the gravid sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could bear been married geezerhood ago, but Raith was waiting for the better offering. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a great deal of property and money from his two married woman. He had money to spare, and he wanted a immature unenlightened married woman he could turn away to his will. Dartmoor cerebration of Ogert 's hysteria, and Raith 's hysteria. Raith 's money schema 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 of the Church 's terse letter once more, when she was cognizant of a rider on the road. The carriage halted to a hitch. Her accompaniment was about to open up 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 door, `` stay inside and do n't act, 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 room access flew open again. The terrible man in black grabbed her hands and before she could hold out, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you bolt down me ? '' she found the articulation to say. He did not react, but gagged her and slammed the door again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her female accompaniment whimpering, and a male grunting. There was a pause for a few transactions, 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 company 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 to death ? Please, sir, have pity on them. '' At the countersign, `` ruth, '' the stranger 's mouth snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the sawbuck and they sped away.

A few hours later, she was pulled like a sac of flour down from the horse cavalry. Her limbs were frozen with cold, making it necessary for her captor to lift her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blaze fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and unfastened. `` eternal sleep, '' he said, and left the room. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to open the threshold. It was locked. She looked around at the spacious and well-furnished way, before collapsing on the bed in enfeeblement and misery. Who is he ? and what does he want ? filled her psyche endlessly and she tried to slumber. She awoke to the smells of fond food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmask but still in blackamoor, a tray of solid food following to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was fine-looking, but the twinge of hunger were more pressing, and she looked towards the food. `` 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 maid came in and helped her bathe.

Night came, and she was still hungry. 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 require ? '' she bit out with frustration. `` You may eat now, or after I take you, '' he said placidly. At this, she turned to take flight him, but he grasped her and toss her onto the bed. Ignoring her yell, he ripped off her nightgown, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and unmoved, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to consider his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to squirm away. He pinned her down. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one to a greater extent effort at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking R-2 hidden under the mattress, he tied her wrists and ankles to the bed posts. He then cut off her step-in. She was now bare and dead helpless. She turned her point to the position and refused to cry. She had no choice but to digest this. She would think of something else, of her friends at the convent, of cat valium airfield and White person clouds, of ... her capturer had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and stiff penis. Her centre widened with horror and terror. His stiff and large hands came up to apprehend her breasts and he kneaded them like dough until they were sore before turning his attention to her pap. They sprang to care as he flicked his finger's breadth across them and then licked them with abandon. Clara felt a strange sensation between her leg as he stroked and licked her nipple. She squirmed but it was of no use. She felt his manus between her ramification 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 rigid. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a common fancy woman. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her clitoris, and again she tried to squirm away. He kept on rubbing and rubbing, 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 moan at his handling, his unceasing and unmerciful stroking. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' show me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensitive button until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to happen. Her body tense and tensed and she heard herself moaning until finally, her torso shook violently with cramp. He continued to rub her as she cried out with luxuria and desire, her face flushed, her rosehip bucking. She slowly returned to rule, her sum thudding, a sheen of sudation over her skin. She looked at her captor with a mix of surprisal and disgust, trying to see what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her body had managed to react to him, and her body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My bend, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even harder and longer than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent virgin have her first sexual climax. But you wo n't be a virgin for much tenacious, `` and he pressed the tip of his member against her wet and warm entrance. As an resolution to her final plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your snatch is so fuddled and wet. What a neat nookie you are. '' He drew himself out, and poke himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's retaliation was finish. Ogert would never have her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the female escort turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her pussy, and then in her oral fissure. And he was pleasuring himself in the toothsome torso of Raith 's exclusively progeny. He would marry Clara the side by side day, to avoid charges of snatch and rape. She would pleasure him during the days and Night, and when she was fraught with his nipper, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the ropes in guild to thresh about her over onto her abdomen. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the paries of her vagina tight around his member, which was hard as a rock 'n' roll. `` Get on your hand and knee joint, '' and she obeyed. Her boob swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such forcefulness that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her titty and flicked her pap, and she moaned softly. His thick cock continued to push up into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were spread wide-cut to accomodate his prominent penis. As he drove into her, his handwriting reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her groan continued as he stroked it more vigorously. With desperation, her pelvic girdle bucked for more. Finally, she cried out once again as his come 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 have been absolutely in 3 years. '' He dressed himself, watching her thinker soakage in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her breast and sopping cunt before she crawled under the blanket, but he resisted the urge. She needed her rest. `` Have your dinner party. 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 long before she would be crying out his name with desire, her ramification wrapped around his hard eubstance .