Lord Dartmoor surveyed his estate, the broad landscape of light-green shrubs and woods, knight and static, the lake in the far distance, before turning his spine to the window. His intellect was elsewhere today, filled with stark computer storage. He shook his read/write head, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 yr already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my labor. '' And yet all that occupied his mind was those twelvemonth of dark despair, and his design for revenge. There was a bang on the door, and his handmaid entered. `` The passenger car has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury route for the next 3 days. She is accompanied only by a female date and the driver. '' overlord 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 old age of riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The sweetheart gallop of the knight and the associate terrain allowed his mind to wander, as it often did, to 15 years ago. Lord Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming tomentum flowed over her nude trunk, but there was not enough of it to hide her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. Her look was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third time they had fucked. There were still many hours before daybreak. Lord Dartmoor 's muscles were tense, his strong work force grasping her pelvic girdle 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 experience 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 tenderness slowly beating back to normal, and the room was quiet except for the spark of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocuous. And Lord Dartmoor 's bridge player 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 surgical gown and have me, '' he said. Her calculating brain quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 long time his older, but they looked similar, as if they could be brother. Both with dark-skinned brown hair, chiseled faces, broad shoulders and chest of drawers, tapering waistline, and long, hard shaft, ready for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a hanker period of time that it drove her looney with lustfulness, so much so that she was exhausted after every coupling, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her add up quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sopor, he would go along. She smiled with the remembrances. And while Dartmoor was so naive and gullible, Raith was always scheming and alert, 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 ropes. `` I 'm dark. You 'll throw 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 scuffle, and then only the screams of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

God Almighty Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his heel as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for months while his name was being blackened. He was held suspect for money schemes, slaying, plots, with no way to clear his name as he languished in a hidden jail cell. Raith, who was like an older crony to him ... ah, he had been so dolt, 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 championship. During the month when he was `` escape, '' 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 visit him in his cadre, as he lay on the stone earth, cold, hungry, and in the dark. On the days of her visits, she would order food for thought, and torches to light and warm his drab cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During her sojourn, she would come, beautiful as a red hot flame, to torture him. She would have him tied on a 2-dimensional cot, naked on his back, as she stripped away her clothes. She would abide naked in front man of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his endless interrogation. He would alternately order her to tell 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 ride him until she was gratify. Then, as if his bearing were disgusting to her, she would dress up quickly and leave. Although his forcible response to her was the same as always, he heart grew hard and dusty. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse countersign 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 dread things, until she grew quite alarmed and angry, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll have Raith beat you. '' His eyes grew with wonder, realization ebbing its way across his face and psyche, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the finis he ever saw of her.

Justice has a foreign way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor family, took it upon himself to guild a lookup for the missing lord. The Creator was found, his name was cleared, and his dimension 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 yr passed as he became placid and suave on the exterior, cold as ice inside. Many category offered their girl, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of marriage, politely, but firmly. He would trust no cleaning woman again. And so during the days, he tended to his acres, at Nox, pumping his thwarting into the silly cleaning woman 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 universe until he sent his undercover agent to find out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of true statement about Raith, he thought grimly. If his spies were correct, she was goose egg like her father. She was sweet and forgiving, and well-nigh importantly, honest.

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

Clara fingered the letter from her Padre again, as the go-cart steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a small fry, but was soon sent away to the convent for breeding, marriage planning, and, she added to herself, because she was a nuisance to everybody. If she had been a son, she would have been allowed to outride. For almost 10 year, she saw none of her family, until one day her Padre stopped by. He glanced at her human face, her figure, her attire, then left quickly. Over the adjacent 3 to 4 eld, he came by, bringing a different man with him each time. virtually of them had graying tomentum, some with crouch backs. She was positive one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the adjourn 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 Fatherhood had informed her through the letter of the alphabet that she was engaged to Lord Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 years untested than her father but already had two wives. From the tittering in the privy, she had learned that both his wife had died after only a few age. rumour was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the windowpane and tried to convert herself that her father would be kind to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her closer to lord Ogert with each moment felt like a blackness 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 large sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could cause been married class ago, but Raith was waiting for the Charles Herbert Best crack. Ogert, severe and cruel, had inherited a nifty deal of property and money from his two married woman. He had money to save, and he wanted a Young naive wife he could bend to his will. Dartmoor intellection of Ogert 's fury, and Raith 's delirium. Raith 's money schemes were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up several times, and without the magnanimous sum from Ogert, he was on the threshold of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her Father-God 's laconic letter once more, when she was aware of a passenger on the route. The carriage halted to a plosive consonant. Her date was about to open the door to see what the matter was, when the door 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 impress, if you want to dwell ! '' 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 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 interruption for a few min, then more grunting. A smacking, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the baby buggy 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 impart them there like that ? They 'll freeze to expiry ? Please, sir, have pathos on them. '' At the word, `` commiseration, '' the stranger 's oral fissure 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 sacque of flour down from the horse. Her limb were frozen with insensate, making it essential 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 undo. `` Sleep, '' he said, and left the way. 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 room, before collapsing on the bed in enervation and misery. Who is he ? and what does he want ? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to sleep. She awoke to the olfactory perception of ardent food and sunlight shining in her oculus. Her captor was sitting in a chair, uncloak but still in black, a tray of food succeeding to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was fine-looking, but the sting of thirstiness were more pressing, and she looked towards the nutrient. `` 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 desire with me ? Why am I here ? '' He left the room, bringing the tray with him. A housemaid 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 want ? '' 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 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 accept his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to twist away. He pinned her John L. H. Down. `` You have a selection, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one more attack at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking rophy hidden under the mattress, he tied her carpus and ankle joint to the bed posts. 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 choice but to bear this. She would intend of something else, of her Quaker at the convent, of green field of operations and Elwyn Brooks White swarm, of ... her capturer had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and blotto penis. Her middle widened with horror and panic. His inviolable and large script came up to grasp her bosom and he kneaded them like pelf until they were sore before turning his tending to her nipples. They sprang to attention as he flicked his finger across them and then licked them with wildness. Clara felt a strange sentiency between her branch as he stroked and licked her nipples. She squirmed but it was of no use. She felt his hand between her ramification 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 decoy to him. `` Please, anything but this. '' But her capturer 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 vulgar sporting lady. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her clit, 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 button. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to groan at his manipulations, his unceasing and merciless stroke. `` observe on moaning, '' he taunted, '' prove me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensible clitoris until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to come about. Her soundbox tensed and tensed and she heard herself moaning until finally, her body shook violently with spasms. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lecherousness and desire, her human face flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her inwardness thudding, a lustre of perspiration over her skin. She looked at her capturer with a mix of surprisal 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 consistency had reacted in pleasure.

'' My number, '' he said and grapsed her hip, `` I 'm even intemperate and longer than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent Virgo have her start orgasm. But you wo n't be a virgin for often longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his member against her wet and warmly entranceway. As an solution to her final supplication for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your cunt is so tight and wet. What a cracking shtup you are. '' He drew himself out, and jab himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's revenge was complete. Ogert would never consume her now, and Raith would be driven to failure. And the female person escort 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 body of Raith 's only progeny. He would marry Clara the next day, to head off charges of kidnapping and ravishment. She would pleasure him during the days and nights, and when she was meaning with his tike, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the ropes in social club to toss her over onto her tum. 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 hands and knees, '' and she obeyed. Her breasts swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such force that she occasionally gasped. His mitt roamed over her breasts and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His midst tool continued to thrust into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were go around wide to accomodate his great penis. As he drove into her, his hand reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her moan continued as he stroked it more vigorously. With despair, her hips bucked for more. Finally, she cried out once again as his seminal fluid spewed out into her opening 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 hate me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been dead 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 snatch before she crawled under the back, but he resisted the itch. 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 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 unvoiced soundbox .