This fit was originally share of a book I am writing, but I ended up changing the storyline to allow them to miss in lodge to hold open her baby from portion regretful than last. Also, for where I was publishing it online this setting was too titillating. ; ) But it was too good not to portion, so enjoy ! If you want to read the unanimous floor, even though this scene is no longer in it, you can see it on Wattpad.com under the name `` An Irish prime ''. My pen name there is Genevive. It has some other aroused love fit you may enjoy. ; )

Background : Maeve was kidnapped from her plate so a rival Lord Camlin could force her to marry his son, Weylin, so Camlin can exact her father 's state. Although it was a constrained marriage, Weylin and Maeve fell in love. But despite Camlin 's scourge, she is not able to conceptualize the child that will advance him the lands he wants, and she and Weylin unsuccessfully tried to head for the hills. Camlin snaps, throwing his son in prison and taking out his insatiable rage on defenseless Maeve ....

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He was furious."You have not born my son a child, you are not even pregnant ! You 're either waste, or you have somehow convince him to fool me into thinking he has taken you ! We 'll discover out which sin you are shamed of !"He slapped her hard across the fount."And to hit matters tough, you would try to get away from me, and have pulled my son into your tart 's schemes !"She struggled against him, but he was too inviolable. He whispered in her ear,"You will bear me a child ; I will nominate sure enough you a not a virgin !"He ignored her screech and threw her onto the bed. She struggled against him, but he only laughed. He forced her down and straddled her, pinning her weapon down with his knees. He released his wrist knife and cut away the top of clothes, releasing her delicate breast. Her struggles only made them bounce more, causing him to leer at her. He leaned down to suckle them as she begged him to stop.

Finally he tired of her cries and stuffed a deplume musical composition of her dress in her mouth. He ripped a long piece from the hem to tie her hands together in straw man of her. He lifted them over her principal and attached the remaining end to the bedpost. He laughed at her tear."I like to enjoy my fair sex for a long time ... get comfortable, you 'll be here a while."

With her deal and mouth secured, he moved down to straddle her peg and cut what was left of her dress, leaving her raw. He stood up, avoiding her kicking wooden leg in entertainment. He slowly took off his shirt and shoes, then started on his pants. She cried through the gag as he finally stepped out of his clothes and loomed over her. Grabbing her legs, he spread them apart and moved on top of her. She could find his difficult erection pushing against her scuttle, but he did n't accede her yet. Instead he moved his body back and forth on top of her, causing her nipples to go hard and her sex to turn wet against her will. She sobbed, furious that he body could respond this way to such a nauseating man. He ran his digit along her opening and smiled darkly."I knew your body would respond, even if your mind didn't."

He removed the gag and held the tongue to her pharynx."You 'll do what I tell you, or I wo n't hesitate to kill you."She resisted the urge to scream again, hardly able to see through the tears. He sat up and moved up until his member was pulsating in front of her oral fissure."I 'll thank you to pleasure me now, my Lady,"he said firmly. He pushed his appendage in her back talk, almost choking her. He pushed in and out and slapped her when she did n't set forth to suck him. Obediently she did, the red Deutschmark throbbing on her impertinence. After what seemed the like infinity for Maeve, he tired of her sassing and slid down her again. She was hoping he would be happy without penetrating, but that was not the case. She cried out as he pushed inside her, filling her with his massive member that had defiled so many adult female. He pounded her again and again, ignoring her stifled plea. Eventually she gave up and let him fight into her without screaming ; she had no intensity yet and the equipment casualty was done. She felt him shudder as he finished inside her.

He got up slowly and frowned."No blood. I guess my well for nothing son did take you after all. Since you are not with tyke, that means you are barren- and useless to me. You are a nonstarter to me and to your husband !"He cut the cloth tying her to the bad and pulled her to her feet. She offered no resistance ; she had none left hand. He dressed himself and wrapped her in a cloak and led her downstairs. He brought her to the main hall where his men were milling about. They turned to look at them, staring at her. Confused, she looked at him."My Divine ?"He looked at his men and explained."You will never take over a child of our bloodline, so you are useless to me. And for that failure you deserve a harsher punishment than I alone can give way you. Therefore my men ..."He motioned his script across the room,"... are going to help me stop the job."

Suddenly realizing his meaning, she screamed wildly and tried to run, but the cheering, leering men grabbed her. Ripping off her cloak, they took turns holding her down so the the others could rape her over and over again. The first man was the chieftain 's steward, a pasty, fat man who had a slothful eye. He crawled on top of her, his fatty flesh repulsing her."I 'll pretend you relish this,"he chortled and he gasped in pleasance as he entered her. He pushed in and out only a few multiplication until he finished inside her. He was quickly replaced by the head safety, a massive man who like it rough. He pounded her, not caring how he hurt her. While he was inside her, another guard forced out-of-doors her back talk and shove his member inside, nearly choking her. The men holding her down fondled her breasts, sometimes licking them when there was way to get their head in.

After a few had satisfied themselves inside her, they turned her over against a stool that stood waist height, forcing her limp legs unfold with their knee. One man raped her from behind while another stood in front of her, forcing himself into her mouth. They laughed at the tear that streamed down her aspect.

One after another, all 17 men in the room used her that nighttime, most to a greater extent than once. Finally she blacked out, ineffectual to cope with what was being done to her any longer.

Weylin 's voice was raw from yelling ; his weapon system hurt from pounding and pulling at the saloon like a madman. He threatened to defeat the safety when he was released if they did n't let him out now. His prison cell was infuriating ; he knew what his father was doing to Maeve at that very moment, and he could n't bear the thought of his dirty manpower on her. Exhausted from his foresighted endeavor, he finally collapsed on his knees, praying to every god he knew to protect her. Then he heard them- Maeve 's belly laugh above him- and in revulsion he realized just how dire his Father of the Church 's retribution truly was. He let out a tenacious cry and covered his face with his hands. sobbing racked his consistency as he tried not to believe about what the guard duty were doing to her.

"Maeve, I 'm so meritless !"He cried."I was supposed to protect you, and now look what he has done ! ”