Dartmoor 'S Revenge
Almighty Dartmoor surveyed his land, the extensive landscape of greenish bush and timber, sawbuck and stable, the lake in the far distance, before turning his binding to the window. His mind was elsewhere today, filled with pure 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 old age of dark despair, and his plans for revenge. There was a knock on the door, and his servant entered. `` The bearing has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury route for the side by side 3 days. She is accompanied only by a female accompaniment and the driver. '' God Almighty Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my gymnastic horse ready in an hr. ``
Evening approached as he rode through the forests towards Highbury route. His body was still hard and toned from long time of equitation and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The steady gallop of the horse and the familiar terrain allowed his head to wander, as it often did, to 15 years ago. Lord Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...
Her red flaming hair flowed over her bare body, but there was not enough of it to enshroud her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. Her nerve was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third base metre they had fucked. There were still many minute before dawn. Lord Dartmoor 's muscles were tense, his strong hands grasping her coxa 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 body tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to grind herself against him. Finally, he could feel her twat 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 pattern, and the room was quiet except for the flicker of the fireplace.
When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And Lord Dartmoor 's manpower were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very funny joke. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delicious right now. I just might have you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then take off that gown and birth me, '' he said. Her calculating intellect quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 long time his fourth-year, but they looked like, as if they could be brothers. Both with sullen brown whisker, chiseled faces, broad articulatio humeri and chest, tapering shank, and long, intemperately cocks, gear up for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a long period of time that it drove her crazy with lust, so much so that she was exhausted after every mating, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her come quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for eternal rest, he would uphold. She smiled with the remembrances. And while Dartmoor was so uninstructed and gullible, Raith was always scheming and alerting, 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 roach. `` I 'm sorry. You 'll possess to get used to being bound. sentry go, take this man away, '' she called in a clean-cut voice. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a scuffle, and then only the thigh-slapper of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``
Almighty Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his blackguard as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for months while his name was being blackened. He was held suspect for money outline, murder, plots, with no way to top his name as he languished in a hidden cell. Raith, who was like an older Brother to him ... ah, he had been so stupe, 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 claim. During the calendar month when he was `` miss, '' he never once saw Raith, and in fact it was Claudia, the squawk, who had revealed him.
One of Claudia 's favorite pasttimes during those month was to visit him in his cell, as he lay on the stone ground, common cold, hungry, and in the nighttime. On the days of her visits, she would order food, and torches to light and warm his dark cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visit. During her visits, she would number, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a unconditional cot, naked on his back, as she stripped away her apparel. She would stand naked in straw man of him, carressing her nipples and chest, ignoring his endless question. He would alternately order her to severalise him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then yell at her in a rage. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would spring up hard, and she would hinge on him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his presence were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and pass on. Although his strong-arm response to her was the same as always, he fondness grew strong and frigidity. He eventually gave in to yelling uncouth words at her, which she would just laugh at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd name, threatening her with frightening things, until she grew quite alarmed and tempestuous, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll own Raith pulsation you. '' His eyes grew with curiosity, actualization ebbing its way across his face and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the last he ever saw of her.
Department of Justice has a foreign way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor family, took it upon himself to fiat a hunting for the lack lord. 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 menage and found the world foreign. Thin and gaunt, misanthropic and embittered, he grew merciless of nub 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 home offered their daughters, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of wedding, politely, but firmly. He would hope no charwoman again. And so during the days, he tended to his the three estates, at nighttime, 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 being until he sent his spies to find oneself 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 nothing like her father. She was seraphic and forgiving, and virtually importantly, honest.
His head turned back to his gymnastic horse. They were almost there. He could even see the carriage now in the evening twilight. It was a flyspeck dot on the horizon. He had waited patiently. Soon, she would be his.
Clara fingered the letter from her begetter again, as the bearing steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for breeding, spousal relationship preparation, and, she added to herself, because she was a nuisance to everybody. If she had been a son, she would receive been allowed to stay. For almost 10 years, she saw none of her mob, until one day her father stopped by. He glanced at her face, her material body, her garb, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each fourth dimension. Most of them had graying hairsbreadth, some with stooped binding. She was positive one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the retired caretaker. The utmost man he had brought had looked scarcely at her face, mostly at her body, and gleamed a horrible smiling. A week later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Lord Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years younger than her father but already had two married woman. From the tittering in the bathroom, she had learned that both his wives had died after only a few old age. Rumor was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to convince herself that her father would be sort to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her finisher to Lord Ogert with each minute felt like a bootleg hearse to her inevitable death.
Dartmoor had finally caught up with the pusher. retaliation was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the large sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could have been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the full offer. Ogert, direful and cruel, had inherited a great deal of property and money from his two wives. He had money to save, and he wanted a young naive wife he could deform to his will. Dartmoor thought process of Ogert 's delirium, and Raith 's frenzy. Raith 's money schemes were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up several times, and without the tumid sum from Ogert, he was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Clara was pondering her male parent 's terse letter once more, when she was mindful of a passenger on the route. The stroller halted to a stop consonant. Her escort was about to open up the room access to see what the matter was, when the threshold was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in grim was at the doorway, `` Stay inside and do n't make a motion, 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 proceedings passed, and the door flew open again. The terrible man in black grabbed her work force and before she could resist, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you toss off 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 distaff bodyguard whimpering, and a male grunting. There was a pause for a few minutes, then more grunting. A slap, and then another smacking. She was then pulled out of the carriage and saw that the early 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 compassion on them. '' At the word, `` pity, '' the stranger 's mouth snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the horse and they sped away.
A few minute later, she was pulled like a sack of flour down from the horse. Her limbs were freeze with cold, making it requirement for her captor to wind her over his shoulder joint. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blazing fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and untied. `` Sleep, '' he said, and left the room. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to open up the door. It was locked. She looked around at the broad and well-furnished way, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and wretchedness. Who is he ? and what does he require ? filled her creative thinker endlessly and she tried to sleep. She awoke to the olfactory property of warm food and sunlight shining in her eye. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmask but still in black, a tray of food succeeding to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was handsome, but the sting of hunger were more urge on, and she looked towards the food. `` You may eat, but you must eat bare. '' Her appetite was immediately quenched. `` No thanks, then, '' she pulled her eyes from the solid food. `` What do you want 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 hungry. She had not had anything to eat since noon yesterday. He came in the room again, bringing another tray of nutrient. `` 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 fly him, but he grasped her and flung her onto the bed. Ignoring her cries, he ripped off her nightgown, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unmarred and untouched, 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. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one more than endeavour at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking Mexican valium hidden under the mattress, he tied her wrists and mortise joint to the bed office. He then cut off her panties. She was now bare and utterly helpless. She turned her head to the incline and refused to cry. She had no choice but to suffer this. She would conceive of something else, of her friends at the convent, of green field of study and white swarm, of ... her capturer had finished taking his wearing apparel off, revealing an erect and stiff penis. Her middle widened with horror and panic. His strong and large bridge player came up to grasp her breasts and he kneaded them like dough until they were sore before turning his tending to her nipples. They sprang to attention as he flicked his digit across them and then licked them with wildness. Clara felt a strange sentiency between her legs as he stroked and licked her mammilla. She squirmed but it was of no use. She felt his handwriting between her legs 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 enticement to him. `` Please, anything but this. '' But her captor was determined, and she felt his fingerbreadth enter a home she had never touched. She instantly became rigid. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a common prostitute. 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 throw 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 use, his unceasing and merciless stroking. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' prove me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her tender clit until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to happen. Her soundbox tensed and strain and she heard herself moaning until finally, her organic structure shook violently with spasm. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lustfulness and desire, her face flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to rule, her heart thudding, a sheen of sweat over her skin. She looked at her captor with a mix of surprise and disgust, trying to read what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her consistency had managed to respond to him, and her body had reacted in pleasure.
'' My turn, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even tough and longsighted than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent Virgo the Virgin have her number 1 coming. But you wo n't be a virgin for much farsighted, `` 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 cunt is so smashed and wet. What a peachy screw you are. '' He drew himself out, and driving force himself into her again. Creator Dartmoor 's retaliation was complete. Ogert would never have her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the distaff date turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her puss, and then in her mouth. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable consistency of Raith 's only progeny. He would conjoin Clara the next day, to head off charges of snatch and rape. She would pleasure him during the day and nighttime, and when she was significant with his child, 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 stomach. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the walls of her vagina tight around his penis, which was hard as a tilt. `` Get on your hands and human knee, '' and she obeyed. Her breasts swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such military group that she occasionally gasped. His hired hand roamed over her boob and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His midst cock continued to lunge into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were outspread wide-eyed to accomodate his orotund penis. As he drove into her, his hand reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her groan continued as he stroked it more vigorously. With desperation, her articulatio coxae 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 hook up with me tomorrow. You may detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been deadened in 3 years. '' 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 pussy before she crawled under the screen, but he resisted the impulse. 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 hip joint 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 hard physical structure .