Lord Dartmoor surveyed his landed estate, the extensive landscape painting of green shrubs and forest, gymnastic horse and horse barn, the lake in the far space, before turning his back to the window. His idea was elsewhere today, filled with thoroughgoing computer storage. He shook his school principal, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 years already. I should be married and enjoying the yield of my labor. '' And yet all that occupied his brain was those years of drab desperation, and his plan for retaliation. There was a knock on the door, and his retainer 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 person escort and the driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my sawbuck ready in an minute. ``

evening approached as he rode through the wood towards Highbury Road. His body was still hard and toned from year of riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The calm gallop of the horse and the fellow terrain allowed his mind to wind, as it often did, to 15 years ago. Lord Raith was his Friend and wise man then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming hair flowed over her naked body, but there was not enough of it to hide her fully breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. Her boldness was flushed with sweat. She was riding him and it was the third gear time they had fucked. There were still many hr before aurora. overlord Dartmoor 's muscles were tense up, his warm manpower 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 body tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to grind herself against him. Finally, he could feel her cunt cramp around him, her physical structure 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 center slowly beating back to pattern, and the elbow room was tranquilize 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 funny laugh. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look delicious right now. I just might induce you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then ask off that gown and have me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 geezerhood his senior, but they looked similar, as if they could be brothers. Both with dark brown hair, chiseled faces, spacious articulatio humeri and dresser, tapering waists, and long, hard cocks, set for action. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly wreak her to orgasm, over such a farseeing 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 seed quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for eternal rest, he would keep. 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 blue. You 'll have to get used to being bound. safeguard, take this man away, '' she called in a clear phonation. 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 months while his name was being blackened. He was held suspect for money system, slaying, plots, with no way to illuminate his name as he languished in a hidden cubicle. Raith, who was like an older brother to him ... ah, he had been so stupid, so fleeceable. He had trusted Raith with everything. Raith was behind all of this, trying to set him up so that he could capture his country and deed of conveyance. During the month when he was `` missing, '' he never once saw Raith, and in fact it was Claudia, the beef, who had revealed him.

One of Claudia 's preferent pasttimes during those months was to chatter him in his cell, as he lay on the stone ground, coldness, hungry, and in the shadow. On the daylight of her sojourn, she would order food, and torches to light and warm his gloomy cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visit. During her sojourn, she would amount, beautiful as a red hot flaming, to torture him. She would throw him tied on a categorical cot, naked on his backrest, as she stripped away her dress. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her mamilla and breasts, ignoring his dateless inquiries. He would alternately order her to tell him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then cry at her in a fad. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would grow heavily, and she would sit him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his presence were disgusting to her, she would prune quickly and leave. Although his physical answer to her was the same as always, he heart grew surd and insensate. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse intelligence 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 affair, until she grew quite alarmed and angry, `` If you do n't shut out up, I 'll give Raith cadence you. '' His oculus grew with wonder, realization ebbing its way across his face and judgement, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the endure he ever saw of her.

justice has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor class, took it upon himself to rules of order a hunt for the missing lord. The lord was found, his gens 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 extraneous. 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 and suave on the exterior, cold as ice inside. Many kinsfolk offered their daughter, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their fling of marriage ceremony, politely, but firmly. He would trust no charwoman again. And so during the Day, he tended to his estate, at nights, pumping his frustrations into the silly women who thought they could lure him into union, 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 macrocosm until he sent his spy 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 correct, she was nothing like her father. She was sweet and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

His judgment turned back to his horse cavalry. They were almost there. He could even see the equipage now in the even twilight. It was a flyspeck dot on the view. He had waited patiently. Soon, she would be his.

Clara fingered the letter from her male parent again, as the go-cart steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for education, married couple preparation, and, she added to herself, because she was a nuisance to everybody. If she had been a son, she would hold been allowed to stay. For almost 10 age, she saw none of her family, until one day her don stopped by. He glanced at her face, her figure, her garb, then left quickly. Over the future 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each time. Most of them had graying pilus, some with stooped back. She was positive one of them was even aged than Old Higgins, the retired caretaker. The last man he had brought had looked scarcely at her boldness, mostly at her body, and gleamed a horrible smiling. A workweek later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Divine Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 eld young than her father but already had two wives. From the tittering in the john, she had learned that both his wives had died after only a few years. Rumor was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to convince herself that her founding father would be variety to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her closer to Almighty Ogert with each mo felt like a pitch blackness hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the perambulator. Revenge was in his appreciation. Raith, he knew, was depending on the heavy sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could receive been married age ago, but Raith was waiting for the best offer. Ogert, atrocious and cruel, had inherited a great deal of place and money from his two wives. He had money to spare, and he wanted a Loretta Young uninstructed married woman he could flex to his will. Dartmoor mentation of Ogert 's fury, and Raith 's craze. Raith 's money scheme were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up several multiplication, and without the heavy sum from Ogert, he was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her father 's terse letter once more, when she was aware of a rider on the road. The carriage halted to a stop. Her accompaniment was about to spread out 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 lightlessness was at the door, `` stoppage inside and do n't be active, 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 door flew open again. The severe 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 answer, but gagged her and slammed the doorway again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her distaff accompaniment whimpering, and a Male grunting. There was a interruption for a few minutes, then more grunting. A smack, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the coach 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 exit them there like that ? They 'll immobilise to death ? Please, sir, have commiseration on them. '' At the Son, `` commiseration, '' the stranger 's back talk snarled as he blindfolded her. She was hoisted onto the gymnastic horse and they sped away.

A few hours later, she was pulled like a sack of flour down from the gymnastic horse. Her limbs were rooted with moth-eaten, making it necessary for her captor to hoist her over his articulatio humeri. Finally, the entered a affectionate room with a blazing fire, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and unfettered. `` Sleep, '' he said, and left the room. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to spread the door. It was locked. She looked around at the spacious and well-furnished way, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and wretchedness. Who is he ? and what does he need ? filled her idea endlessly and she tried to kip. She awoke to the smelling of warm food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmask but still in inglorious, a tray of nutrient next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was freehanded, but the stab 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.

dark 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 need ? '' 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 dispose her onto the bed. Ignoring her cries, he ripped off her nightdress, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished 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 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 ankles to the bed posts. He then cut off her panties. She was now raw and utterly helpless. She turned her read/write head to the side of meat and refused to cry. She had no choice but to wear this. She would guess of something else, of her protagonist at the convent, of light-green W. C. Fields and Theodore Harold White swarm, of ... her captor had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and stiff penis. Her eyes widened with repugnance and panic. His solid and large mitt came up to apprehend 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 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 handwriting between her leg 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 decoy 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 common lady of pleasure. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her button, and again she tried to worm away. He kept on rubbing and detrition, his strokes intensifying. Her human 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 groan at his manipulation, his unceasing and unmerciful stroke. `` Keep on moaning, '' he taunted, '' point me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her spiritualist clitoris until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to encounter. Her organic structure tensed and tensed and she heard herself moaning until finally, her trunk shook violently with muscle spasm. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lust and desire, her expression flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to rule, her heart thudding, a lustre of sweat over her skin. She looked at her capturer with a mix of surprise and disgust, trying to understand what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her torso had managed to react to him, and her body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My bout, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even laborious and longsighted than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent virgin have her first orgasm. But you wo n't be a virgin for much longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his member against her wet and strong entree. As an answer to her final plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your cunt is so nasty and wet. What a corking roll in the hay you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. God Almighty Dartmoor 's retaliation was perfect. Ogert would never experience 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 cunt, and then in her mouth. And he was pleasuring himself in the luscious body of Raith 's only issue. He would marry Clara the next day, to keep off kick of kidnapping and rape. She would pleasure him during the days and night, and when she was pregnant with his fry, 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 away her over onto her abdomen. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the rampart of her vagina tight around his phallus, which was hard as a Rock. `` Get on your hands and articulatio genus, '' and she obeyed. Her breasts swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such military unit that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her knocker and flicked her tit, and she moaned softly. His thick peter continued to thrust into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were bed cover wide to accomodate his enceinte penis. As he drove into her, his hand reached down to stroke her clit. Her moans 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 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 conjoin me tomorrow. You may hate me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been dead in 3 age. '' He dressed himself, watching her mind soakage in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his eyes lingered over her boob and sopping cunt before she crawled under the masking, but he resisted the urge. She needed her rest. `` Have your dinner party. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the looks of hate oil production into him as he left the way, 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 legs wrapped around his hard consistency .