Jehovah Dartmoor surveyed his landed estate, the broad landscape of common bush and forest, cavalry and stalls, the lake in the far aloofness, before turning his back to the window. His mind was elsewhere today, filled with barren storage. He shook his head, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 years already. I should be married and enjoying the fruit of my toil. '' And yet all that occupied his thinker was those days of dismal desperation, and his plans for revenge. There was a knock on the door, and his handmaid 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 escort and the driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse ready in an time of day. ``

even approached as he rode through the forest towards Highbury Road. His dead body was still severe and toned from old age of horseback riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The steady gallop of the buck and the comrade terrain allowed his nous to rove, as it often did, to 15 years ago. Creator Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flare hair flowed over her au naturel body, but there was not enough of it to obliterate her full white meat, which were bouncing up and down with each of his jab. Her expression was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third base time they had fucked. There were still many hours before dayspring. Jehovah Dartmoor 's sinew were tense, his hard men 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 backtalk smiled, and then her torso tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to crunch herself against him. Finally, he could feel her snatch spasm around him, her consistency 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 impeccant. And Lord Dartmoor 's script were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very rum joke. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look scrumptious right now. I just might have got you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then take off that robe and give birth me, '' he said. Her calculating brain quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 years his senior, but they looked similar, as if they could be buddy. Both with dark dark-brown hair, chiseled faces, panoptic shoulder and dresser, tapering waists, and long, hard cocks, ready for action mechanism. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a long period of clip that it drove her crazy with luxuria, so much so that she was exhausted after every coupling, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her hail quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sleep, he would continue. She smiled with the remembrance. And while Dartmoor was so naive and fleeceable, Raith was always scheming and alert, greedy for money and great power. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her creative thinker turned back to Dartmoor, bound in ropes. `` I 'm bad. You 'll make to get used to being bound. Guards, take this man away, '' she called in a earn 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 heels as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for calendar month while his name was being blackened. He was held defendant for money schemes, slaying, plots, with no way to clear his public figure as he languished in a hidden electric cell. Raith, who was like an older brother to him ... ah, he had been so stupid, so green. He had trusted Raith with everything. Raith was behind all of this, trying to set him up so that he could conquer his lands and titles. 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 favorite pasttimes during those months was to chit-chat him in his prison cell, as he lay on the endocarp footing, frigidness, athirst, and in the wickedness. On the twenty-four hour period of her sojourn, she would monastic order food, and torches to light and warm his dismal cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During her visit, she would descend, beautiful as a red hot fire, to torture him. She would have him tied on a flat tire cot, naked on his rear, as she stripped away her dress. She would stand naked in social movement of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his endless question. He would alternately order her to tell him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then vociferation at her in a cult. She continued to carress herself and would range him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would grow heavy, and she would ride him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his front were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and go away. Although his physical reception to her was the same as always, he heart grew hard and cold. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse run-in 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 horrify and angry, `` If you do n't close up, I 'll consume Raith meter you. '' His eyes grew with wonder, realization ebbing its way across his brass and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her error immediately. That was the last he ever saw of her.

Justice has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor family, took it upon himself to club a search for the missing Maker. 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 home and found the world foreign. Thin and gaunt, cynical and embittered, he grew merciless of heart as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The years passed as he became smooth out 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 crack of wedding, politely, but firmly. He would intrust no char again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate, at Night, pumping his frustrations into the airheaded cleaning lady who thought they could tempt him into marriage ceremony, as he waited and waited. Because Raith had once been married, and he had a daughter. She was a tike when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not know of her existence until he sent his undercover agent to ascertain out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of truth about Raith, he thought grimly. If his undercover agent were slump, she was nothing like her father. She was sweet and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

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

Clara fingered the missive from her father again, as the carriage steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for breeding, marriage ceremony cooking, and, she added to herself, because she was a pain to everybody. If she had been a son, she would take been allowed to stay. For almost 10 years, she saw none of her family, until one day her father stopped by. He glanced at her aspect, her chassis, her attire, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each metre. virtually of them had graying hair, some with bend dorsum. She was positive one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the go to bed caretaker. The finally man he had brought had looked scarcely at her face, mostly at her organic structure, and gleamed a ugly smile. A week later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to overlord Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years younger than her father but already had two wife. From the tittering in the bathrooms, she had learned that both his married woman 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 sort to her. Yet now at age 22, the rig that brought her closer to Lord Ogert with each minute felt like a black hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the posture. revenge was in his grip. Raith, he knew, was depending on the large sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could own been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the best offering. Ogert, atrocious and cruel, had inherited a with child mint of property and money from his two wife. He had money to part with, and he wanted a Brigham Young naive wife he could bend to his will. Dartmoor thought of Ogert 's ferocity, and Raith 's fury. Raith 's money schemes were lately very abortive, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up various metre, and without the large sum from Ogert, he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her father 's laconic varsity letter once more, when she was aware of a rider on the route. The carriage halted to a stop. Her accompaniment was about to open the door to see what the issue 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 displace, if you want to live ! '' and he slammed the doorway. Clara shivered. There was no one else on the road and she was defenseless. A few minutes passed, and the doorway flew open again. The fearful man in smutty grabbed her hands and before she could stand firm, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you vote out me ? '' she found the voice to say. He did not reply, but gagged her and slammed the threshold again. She heard a conflict outside, and heard her female escort 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 go away them there like that ? They 'll immobilize to demise ? Please, sir, have commiseration on them. '' At the word, `` ruth, '' the stranger 's sassing snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the horse and they sped away.

A few minute later, she was pulled like a shift of flour down from the horse. Her limb were frozen with low temperature, making it necessary for her capturer to hoist her over his berm. Finally, the entered a warmly way with a blazing fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and untied. `` Sleep, '' he said, and left the way. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to open the door. It was locked. She looked around at the spacious and well-furnished room, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and wretchedness. Who is he ? and what does he need ? filled her creative thinker endlessly and she tried to catch some Z's. She awoke to the flavour of strong food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a death chair, uncloak but still in black, a tray of nutrient next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was handsome, but the sting of thirstiness were more urge, and she looked towards the nutrient. `` You may eat, but you must eat defenseless. '' Her appetite was immediately quenched. `` No thanks, then, '' she pulled her center from the nutrient. `` 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 thirsty. She had not had anything to eat since noon yesterday. He came in the way again, bringing another tray of nutrient. `` Who are you ? What do you want ? '' she bit out with thwarting. `` You may eat now, or after I take you, '' he said placidly. At this, she turned to flee 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, unblemished and untouched, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to convey his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to writhe away. He pinned her John L. H. Down. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one More attempt at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking rope hidden under the mattress, he tied her wrists and articulatio talocruralis to the bed posts. He then cut off her panties. She was now nude and absolutely helpless. She turned her headway to the face and refused to cry. She had no choice but to endure this. She would think of something else, of her Quaker at the convent, of green fields and Andrew D. White clouds, of ... her captor had finished taking his dress off, revealing an erect and stiff penis. Her eye widened with horror and terror. His strong and large hands came up to grasp her titty and he kneaded them like simoleons until they were sore before turning his attention to her nipples. They sprang to attention as he flicked his finger across them and then licked them with wildness. Clara felt a unusual sensation between her legs as he stroked and licked her nipples. 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 elbow room and knew that money would be no enticement 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 vulgar whore. 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 pleas, he kept on stroking her clit. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to moan at his manipulations, his eternal and merciless stroking. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' show me how practically you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensitive clitoris until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to materialise. Her body tense and tensed 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 face flushed, her rose hip bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her substance thudding, a lustre 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 eubstance had managed to respond to him, and her dead body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My good turn, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even severely and longer than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent virgin have her first climax. But you wo n't be a Virgin for often longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet and warmly entrance. As an solvent to her final exam plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your cunt is so tight and wet. What a great fuck you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's retaliation was complete. Ogert would never experience 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 pussy, and then in her mouth. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable body of Raith 's only when issue. He would marry Clara the following day, to avoid boot of kidnapping and rapine. She would pleasure him during the days and nights, and when she was meaning with his tike, her mouthpiece would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the ropes in order to toss her over onto her belly. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the walls of her vagina tight around his phallus, which was hard as a Rock. `` Get on your hired hand and human knee, '' and she obeyed. Her bosom swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such military unit that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her breasts and flicked her pap, and she moaned softly. His thick cock continued to hurl into her as he grunted with lust. The mouth of her vagina were cattle ranch wide to accomodate his declamatory member. As he drove into her, his handwriting reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her moan continued as he stroked it more vigorously. With despair, 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 marry me tomorrow. You may detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been utter in 3 twelvemonth. '' He dressed himself, watching her mind soak in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her white meat and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covert, but he resisted the urge. She needed her eternal sleep. `` Have your dinner. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the feel of hate drilling into him as he left the way, but he remembered how she wantonly bucked her coxa 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 dead body .