Godhead Dartmoor surveyed his the three estates, the broad landscape of green shrubs and woodland, horses and static, the lake in the far distance, before turning his back to the window. His mind was elsewhere today, filled with perfect memories. He shook his head, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 days already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my Labor Department. '' And yet all that occupied his intellect was those years of dark despair, and his program for revenge. There was a rap on the doorway, and his handmaiden entered. `` The stroller has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury road for the next 3 24-hour interval. She is accompanied only by a female date and the device driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my horse ready in an hour. ``

evening approached as he rode through the woods towards Highbury route. His body was still hard and toned from class of equitation and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The firm gallop of the horse and the familiar terrain allowed his psyche to wander, as it often did, to 15 geezerhood ago. Creator Raith was his friend and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red crashing hair flowed over her naked dead body, but there was not enough of it to hide her full moon breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his poke. 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 break of day. Maker Dartmoor 's muscles were strain, his strong hands grasping her hips tightly, his thick rod pumping furiously into her sopping wet vagina. `` You .. naughty.. young lady. 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 hearts slowly beating back to rule, and the way was placid except for the flicker of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And God Almighty Dartmoor 's hands were tied behind his spine. `` Claudia, very funny jape. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delicious right now. I just might have you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then shoot off that gown and have me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 yr his senior, but they looked similar, as if they could be brothers. Both with dingy Robert Brown haircloth, chiseled faces, broad shoulder and chests, tapering waist, and long, hard hammer, ready for legal action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a farseeing point of time that it drove her crazy with lustfulness, 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 continue. She smiled with the remembrances. And while Dartmoor was so primitive and gullible, Raith was always scheming and alert, greedy for money and force. Which is why she seduced Dartmoor, why she did anything Raith asked of her. Her mind turned back to Dartmoor, bounce in ropes. `` I 'm bad. 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 scuffle, and then only the screams of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

lord Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his heel as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for months while his figure was being blackened. He was held suspect for money schemes, murders, plots, with no way to clear his gens as he languished in a hide prison cell. Raith, who was like an sr. blood 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 clutch his lands and titles. During the month 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 deary pasttimes during those calendar month was to visit him in his cell, as he lay on the stone soil, low temperature, thirsty, and in the iniquity. On the days of her visit, she would monastic order nutrient, and woolly mullein to brightness and warm his dismal 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 stimulate him tied on a matted cot, naked on his back, as she stripped away her clothes. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her pap and bosom, ignoring his endless inquiries. 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 slaked. Then, as if his front were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and bequeath. Although his physical response to her was the same as always, he heart grew grueling and low temperature. He eventually gave in to yelling uncouth language at her, which she would just express mirth at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd figure, threatening her with direful things, until she grew quite alarmed and raging, `` If you do n't exclude up, I 'll have Raith beat you. '' His heart grew with marvel, fruition ebbing its way across his side and mind, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake 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 order a search for the missing Lord. The Divine was found, his name 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 humankind foreign. Thin and gaunt, misanthropic and embittered, he grew merciless of marrow as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The years passed as he became legato 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 go of marriage ceremony, politely, but firmly. He would trust no cleaning lady again. And so during the days, he tended to his acres, at dark, pumping his frustrations into the silly womanhood 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 existence until he sent his spies to find out all they could about Raith. He had not known anything of the true about Raith, he thought grimly. If his spy were adjust, she was null like her father. She was sweet and forgiving, and virtually importantly, honest.

His intellect turned back to his buck. They were almost there. He could even see the go-cart now in the evening evenfall. It was a tiny dot on the horizon. He had waited patiently. Soon, she would be his.

Clara fingered the alphabetic character from her don again, as the carriage steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a fry, but was soon sent away to the convent for Education Department, wedding prep, and, she added to herself, because she was a nuisance to everybody. If she had been a son, she would have been allowed to stay. For almost 10 year, she saw none of her folk, until one day her founding father stopped by. He glanced at her font, her human body, her attire, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a unlike man with him each clock time. Most of them had graying hair, some with stoop backs. She was prescribed one of them was even older than Old Higgins, the pull away caretaker. The last man he had brought had looked scarcely at her aspect, mostly at her body, and gleamed a frightful smile. 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 founder but already had two wife. From the tittering in the bathrooms, she had learned that both his wife had died after only a few yr. Rumor was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the windowpane and tried to convince herself that her founding father would be kind to her. Yet now at age 22, the pusher that brought her closer to master Ogert with each second felt like a black hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the carriage. retaliation was in his clench. 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 advantageously fling. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a capital good deal of property and money from his two wives. He had money to save, and he wanted a Edward Young naive wife he could flex to his will. Dartmoor idea of Ogert 's furiousness, and Raith 's fury. Raith 's money dodge were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up respective times, and without the large sum from Ogert, he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her father 's terse varsity letter once more, when she was cognizant of a rider on the road. The rig halted to a stop. Her escort was about to open the room access to see what the matter was, when the door was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in Shirley Temple Black was at the doorway, `` Stay inside and do n't actuate, if you want to live ! '' and he slammed the threshold. Clara shivered. There was no one else on the road and she was defenseless. A few min passed, and the door flew open air again. The severe man in Black grabbed her custody 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 doorway 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 smacking, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the carriage and saw that the early two members of her party 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 word, `` pity, '' the stranger 's mouth snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the Equus caballus and they sped away.

A few hours later, she was pulled like a chemise of flour down from the horse. Her limbs were frozen with cold, making it necessary for her capturer to run up her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm up room with a blazing flame, 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 the door. It was locked. She looked around at the wide and well-furnished elbow room, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and misery. Who is he ? and what does he desire ? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to sleep. She awoke to the spirit of warm food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmasked but still in black, a tray of food for thought future to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was handsome, but the pang of hunger were more urge on, and she looked towards the nutrient. `` You may eat, but you must eat naked. '' Her appetence 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 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 noonday yesterday. He came in the room again, bringing another tray of food for thought. `` 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 flee him, but he grasped her and flung her onto the bed. Ignoring her outcry, he ripped off her nightie, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and untasted, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to direct 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 endeavor at exemption before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking forget me drug hidden under the mattress, he tied her wrists and ankles to the bed Wiley Post. 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 endure this. She would reckon of something else, of her friends at the convent, of super C fields and white cloud, of ... her capturer had finished taking his dress off, revealing an erect and cadaver penis. Her eyes widened with horror and affright. His strong and large hands came up to savvy her breasts and he kneaded them like dough until they were sore before turning his attention to her nipple. They sprang to aid as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with abandon. Clara felt a strange 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 branch 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 fingers enter a place she had never touched. She instantly became fixed. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a common harlot. 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 typeface 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 manipulation, his eternal and unmerciful stroking. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' testify 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 hap. Her body tensed and strain 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 look flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her mettle thudding, a sheen of perspiration over her pelt. 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 bout, '' he said and grapsed her coxa, `` I 'm even harder and longsighted than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent Virgo the Virgin have her firstly orgasm. But you wo n't be a Virgo for much long, `` and he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet and fond entering. As an answer to her final supplication for clemency, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your cunt is so compressed and wet. What a great shtup you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's retaliation was complete. Ogert would never have her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the distaff bodyguard turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her puss, and then in her back talk. And he was pleasuring himself in the delicious body of Raith 's only progeny. He would marry Clara the next day, to keep off mission of kidnapping and assault. She would pleasure him during the days and nights, and when she was pregnant with his child, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the circle in order to flip her over onto her stomach. 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 hands and human knee, '' and she obeyed. Her breasts swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such force that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her chest and flicked her nipple, and she moaned softly. His midst cock continued to force into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were facing pages wide to accomodate his orotund member. As he drove into her, his script reached down to stroke her button. Her moans 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 detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would suffer been abruptly in 3 geezerhood. '' He dressed himself, watching her judgement soak in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her breasts and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covers, but he resisted the urge. She needed her rest. `` Have your dinner party. 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 articulatio coxae against him, wanting more. He smiled. It would not be too recollective before she would be crying out his name with desire, her legs wrapped around his hard body .