Lord Dartmoor surveyed his estate, the broad landscape of green bush and woodland, horses and static, the lake in the far space, before turning his back to the window. His brain was elsewhere today, filled with pure retentivity. He shook his school principal, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 geezerhood already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my Department of Labor. '' And yet all that occupied his judgment was those old age of dark despair, and his plans for revenge. There was a knock on the door, and his servant entered. `` The carriage has left the convent. It will be traveling as expected on Highbury road for the next 3 days. She is accompanied only by a female accompaniment and the driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my buck ready in an hour. ``

Evening approached as he rode through the forests towards Highbury route. His eubstance was still unvoiced and toned from old age of riding and fencing, and he rode swiftly. The steadfast gallop of the horse cavalry and the familiar terrain allowed his thinker to betray, 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 au naturel trunk, but there was not enough of it to hide her full breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his jabbing. Her face was flushed with exertion. She was riding him and it was the third gear time they had fucked. There were still many minute before dawn. Lord Dartmoor 's brawn were strain, his impregnable hands 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 back talk smiled, and then her dead body tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to bray herself against him. Finally, he could find her snatch cramp 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 core slowly beating back to convention, and the elbow room was quiet down except for the spark of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And Lord Dartmoor 's hands were tied behind his backrest. `` 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 nightie and sustain me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 eld his aged, but they looked similar, as if they could be brother. Both with dark brownness hair, chiseled faces, all-embracing shoulders and dresser, tapering waists, and long, hard cocks, gear up for activity. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly make for her to orgasm, over such a farsighted period of meter that it drove her crazy with lust, so much so that she was exhausted after every mating, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her issue forth quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sleep, he would continue. She smiled with the commemoration. And while Dartmoor was so naive and green, 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 rope. `` I 'm sorry. You 'll have got to get used to being bound. Guards, take this man away, '' she called in a crystallize voice. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a scuffle, and then only the shrieking 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 schemes, murder, plots, with no way to clear his name as he languished in a secret cadre. Raith, who was like an honest-to-goodness brother to him ... ah, he had been so stunned, 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 titles. During the months when he was `` missing, '' 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 months was to visit him in his cell, as he lay on the stone priming, cold, hungry, and in the iniquity. On the days of her visit, she would Order food for thought, and torches to light and warm his drear cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her sojourn. During her visit, she would come, beautiful as a red hot flame, to rack him. She would let him tied on a flat cot, naked on his vertebral column, as she stripped away her apparel. She would stand naked in strawman of him, carressing her tit and breasts, ignoring his dateless inquiries. He would alternately club her to tell him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then cry at her in a rage. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would grow hard, and she would ride him until she was satisfy. Then, as if his comportment were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and provide. Although his physical reaction to her was the same as always, he gist grew hard and cold. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse tidings at her, which she would just express joy at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd name calling, threatening her with dire things, until she grew quite alarmed and angry, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll deliver Raith beat you. '' His optic grew with marvel, fruition ebbing its way across his case and brain, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the endure he ever saw of her.

jurist has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a friend of the Dartmoor family, took it upon himself to guild a search for the lose lord. The lord was found, his epithet was cleared, and his property restored. Raith denied all, and Claudia was nowhere to be found. A year later, God Almighty Dartmoor stepped back into his home and found the world foreign. Thin and gaunt, misanthropical and embittered, he grew merciless of affection as he trained himself to be unbiddable, physically and mentally. The years passed as he became smooth and suave on the outside, cold as ice inside. Many sept offered their daughter, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offering of man and wife, politely, but firmly. He would hope no fair sex again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate, at nighttime, pumping his frustrations into the punch-drunk adult female 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 fry when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not know of her existence until he sent his spy to find 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 zero like her Father-God. She was sweet and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

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

Clara fingered the letter from her male parent again, as the carriage steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for teaching, marriage preparation, and, she added to herself, because she was a pain in the neck to everybody. If she had been a son, she would have been allowed to stay. For almost 10 years, she saw none of her family, until one day her don stopped by. He glanced at her brass, her chassis, her garb, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each sentence. almost of them had graying hair, some with stooped cover. She was confirming one of them was even elder than Old Higgins, the retired caretaker. The last man he had brought had looked scarcely at her expression, mostly at her body, and gleamed a horrible grinning. A week later, her founding father had informed her through the alphabetic character that she was engaged to nobleman Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 days youthful than her father but already had two wives. From the tittering in the bathrooms, 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 Father-God would be form to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage 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 throw been married years ago, but Raith was waiting for the best offer. Ogert, terrible and cruel, had inherited a expectant quite a little of property and money from his two wife. He had money to save, and he wanted a new naive wife he could bend to his will. Dartmoor idea of Ogert 's furiousness, and Raith 's Eumenides. Raith 's money schemes were lately very abortive, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up several times, and without the gravid sum from Ogert, he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her Church Father 's curt letter once more, when she was mindful of a rider on the route. The carriage halted to a occlusive. Her accompaniment 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 nigrify was at the threshold, `` Stay inside and do n't affect, 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 bit passed, and the room access flew open again. The abominable 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 room access again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her female escort whimpering, and a male grunting. There was a pause for a few minutes, then more grunting. A smack, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the pusher and saw that the other two members of her party were bound, gagged, and blindfolded, but still living. She was dragged towards a sawhorse. `` Are you going to go away them there like that ? They 'll stop dead to expiry ? Please, sir, have pity 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 time of day later, she was pulled like a sack of flour down from the horse. Her limbs were frozen with common cold, making it necessary for her captor to run up her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm up room with a blaze fervency, and Clara was thrown onto a bed and unlaced. `` sleep, '' he said, and left the elbow room. Clara took off her gag and blindfold, and stood up to open the room access. 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 want ? filled her mind endlessly and she tried to catch some Z's. She awoke to the smells of warm food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chair, unmask but still in black, a tray of intellectual nourishment next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was bounteous, but the stab of thirstiness were more weightlift, 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 optic from the solid food. `` What do you want with me ? Why am I here ? '' He left the elbow 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 elbow 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 fly him, but he grasped her and flung her onto the bed. Ignoring her battle cry, he ripped off her night-robe, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unblemished and unmoved, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to claim his clothes off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to wriggle away. He pinned her pile. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one Thomas More attempt 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 posts. He then cut off her panties. She was now naked and perfectly helpless. She turned her headland to the English and refused to cry. She had no option but to endure this. She would think of something else, of her friends at the convent, of green fields and white cloud, of ... her captor had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and rigid penis. Her eyes widened with horror and terror. His strong and bombastic workforce came up to compass her knocker and he kneaded them like dough until they were sore before turning his attending to her mammilla. They sprang to attention as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with abandon. Clara felt a unknown virtuoso between her branch as he stroked and licked her nipples. She squirmed but it was of no use. She felt his script between her peg 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 strict. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a rough-cut 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 cerebrovascular accident intensifying. Her face 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 incessant and unmerciful stroke. `` celebrate on moaning, '' he taunted, '' show me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her tender button until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to happen. Her body tensed and tensed and she heard herself moaning until finally, her body shook violently with cramp. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lust and desire, her face flushed, her hips bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her gist thudding, a luster of sweat over her tegument. 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 answer to him, and her trunk had reacted in pleasure.

'' My turn, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even severe and longer than I 've ever been, after watching such a succulent Virgo have her first orgasm. But you wo n't be a virgin for a good deal longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet and warmly entree. As an resolution to her final plea for mercy, he drove his thick rod into her. `` Your cunt is so smashed and wet. What a great fuck you are. '' He drew himself out, and driving force himself into her again. lord Dartmoor 's revenge 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 mouth. And he was pleasuring himself in the delectable torso of Raith 's only issue. He would wed Clara the side by side day, to avoid commission of kidnapping and ravishment. She would pleasure him during the sidereal day and Night, and when she was pregnant with his small fry, her oral fissure would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the R-2 in order to toss her over onto her stomach. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the paries of her vagina tight around his member, which was hard as a rock. `` Get on your handwriting and knee joint, '' and she obeyed. Her knocker swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such force that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her breasts and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His thick hammer continued to hurl into her as he grunted with luxuria. The lips of her vagina were spread wide to accomodate his large penis. As he drove into her, his handwriting reached down to stroke her clitoris. Her moan 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 porta again and again. They were consummated. It was over. She was his.

'' You are so beautiful, and have pleasured me very well. You will get hitched with me tomorrow. You may detest me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have got been absolutely in 3 years. '' He dressed himself, watching her nous soak in the information. He felt himself go hard again as his oculus lingered over her knocker and sopping cunt before she crawled under the covers, but he resisted the urge. She needed her rest. `` Have your dinner. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the looks of hate drilling into him as he left the room, but he remembered how she wantonly bucked her rosehip 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 body .