This shot was originally theatrical role of a Scripture I am writing, but I ended up changing the storyline to provide them to escape in order to deliver her sister from circumstances uncollectible than death. Also, for where I was publishing it online this conniption was too erotic. ; ) But it was too expert not to share, so enjoy ! If you want to scan the unanimous tale, even though this scene is no longer in it, you can find oneself it on Wattpad.com under the epithet `` An Irish Flower ''. My pen name there is Genevive. It has some early steamy dear scenes you may enjoy. ; )

ground : Maeve was kidnapped from her home so a rival Lord Camlin could draw her to marry his son, Weylin, so Camlin can claim her father 's res publica. Although it was a forced wedlock, Weylin and Maeve fell in love. But despite Camlin 's terror, she is not able to conceptualize the child that will gain him the lands he wants, and she and Weylin unsuccessfully tried to escape. Camlin snaps, throwing his son in prison house and taking out his insatiate rage on defenseless Maeve ....

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He was furious."You have not born my son a shaver, you are not even pregnant ! You 're either barren, or you have somehow convinced him to fritter me into thinking he has taken you ! We 'll happen out which sin you are hangdog of !"He slapped her hard across the face."And to make matters bad, you would try to miss from me, and have pulled my son into your harlot 's schemes !"She struggled against him, but he was too strong. He whispered in her ear,"You will bear me a child ; I will make sure you a not a virgin !"He ignored her screaming and threw her onto the bed. She struggled against him, but he only laughed. He forced her down and straddled her, pinning her coat of arms down with his knees. He released his carpus tongue and cut away the top of clothes, releasing her delicate breasts. Her battle 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 cry and stuffed a mangled piece of her dress in her mouth. He ripped a long piece of music from the hem to tie her workforce together in forepart of her. He lifted them over her head and attached the remaining end to the bedpost. He laughed at her tears."I like to enjoy my women for a long time ... get comfortable, you 'll be here a while."

With her paw and mouth secured, he moved down to straddle her leg and cut what was left of her frock, leaving her raw. He stood up, avoiding her kicking pegleg in entertainment. He slowly took off his shirt and place, then started on his gasp. She cried through the gag as he finally stepped out of his apparel and loomed over her. Grabbing her legs, he spread them apart and moved on top of her. She could feel his hard hard-on pushing against her initiative, but he did n't enter her yet. Instead he moved his body back and Forth on top of her, causing her nipples to turn hard and her sex to become wet against her will. She sobbed, angry that he consistency could respond this way to such a nauseating man. He ran his finger along her gap and smiled darkly."I knew your body would respond, even if your mind didn't."

He removed the gag and held the knife to her throat."You 'll do what I tell you, or I wo n't pause to kill you."She resisted the urge to squall again, hardly able-bodied to see through the tears. He sat up and moved up until his fellow member was pulsating in social movement of her lip."I 'll give thanks you to pleasure me now, my noblewoman,"he said firmly. He pushed his penis in her oral cavity, almost choking her. He pushed in and out and slapped her when she did n't bulge out to breastfeed him. Obediently she did, the red bull's eye throbbing on her boldness. After what seemed like eternity for Maeve, he tired of her sass and slid down her again. She was hoping he would be well-chosen without penetrating, but that was not the case. She cried out as he pushed inside her, filling her with his massive fellow member that had defiled so many cleaning woman. He pounded her again and again, ignoring her stifled plea. Eventually she gave up and let him push into her without screaming ; she had no force yet and the damage was done. She felt him shudder as he finished inside her.

He got up slowly and frowned."No rake. I suppose my dear for nothing son did charter you after all. Since you are not with kid, that means you are barren- and useless to me. You are a nonstarter to me and to your husband !"He cut the fabric tying her to the bad and pulled her to her feet. She offered no underground ; she had none left. 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 lord ?"He looked at his men and explained."You will never bear a minor of our bloodline, so you are useless to me. And for that failure you deserve a harsher punishment than I alone can dedicate you. Therefore my men ..."He motioned his manus across the room,"... are going to aid me end up 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 plunder her over and over again. The first man was the maitre d' 's steward, a pasty, fat man who had a lazy eye. He crawled on top of her, his fatty flesh repulsing her."I 'll pretend you savour this,"he chortled and he gasped in pleasure as he entered her. He pushed in and out only a few times until he finished inside her. He was quickly replaced by the head guard, a massive man who like it rough. He pounded her, not caring how he hurt her. While he was inside her, another guard forced outdoors her mouth and squeeze his member inside, nearly choking her. The men holding her down fondled her white meat, sometimes licking them when there was room to get their mind in.

After a few had satisfied themselves inside her, they turned her over against a can that stood waistline height, forcing her hobble legs open with their articulatio genus. One man raped her from behind while another stood in front of her, forcing himself into her mouth. They laughed at the tears that streamed down her face.

One after another, all 17 men in the room used her that nighttime, most more than once. Finally she blacked out, unable to cope with what was being done to her any thirster.

Weylin 's voice was raw from yelling ; his implements of war hurt from pounding and pulling at the bar like a lunatic. He threatened to shoot down the guards when he was released if they did n't let him out now. His prison house cell was infuriating ; he knew what his father was doing to Maeve at that very mo, and he could n't carry the idea of his dirty hired hand on her. Exhausted from his hanker feat, he finally collapsed on his knees, praying to every god he knew to protect her. Then he heard them- Maeve 's screams above him- and in repugnance he realized just how terrible his Father of the Church 's retribution truly was. He let out a recollective cry and covered his face with his manus. Sobs racked his body as he tried not to think about what the guards were doing to her.

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