Lord Dartmoor surveyed his acres, the all-inclusive landscape of green shrub and afforest, horses and stable, the lake in the far distance, before turning his back to the windowpane. His intellect was elsewhere today, filled with stark memories. He shook his head, and thought `` What am I doing ? I 'm 6 and 30 years already. I should be married and enjoying the fruits of my labor. '' And yet all that occupied his intellect was those years of dark despair, and his program for revenge. There was a whang 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 escort and the driver. '' Lord Dartmoor nodded, `` Have my knight ready in an hr. ``

even approached as he rode through the woodland towards Highbury Road. His body was still hard and toned from class of horseback riding and fencing material, and he rode swiftly. The steadfast gallop of the horse and the familiar terrain allowed his mind to wander, as it often did, to 15 years ago. overlord Raith was his champion and mentor then, Claudia his lover ...

Her red flaming haircloth flowed over her au naturel body, but there was not enough of it to hide her wide-cut breasts, which were bouncing up and down with each of his thrusts. Her brass was flushed with elbow grease. She was riding him and it was the thirdly sentence they had fucked. There were still many hr before dawn. Lord Dartmoor 's sinew were tense, his impregnable hands grasping her coxa tightly, his midst 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 soundbox tensed, `` I 'm almost there, '' as she continued to toil herself against him. Finally, he could feel her cunt spasm around him, her torso shook with the climax over and over. He continued to pump himself into her until he, too, came. The two lay in bed, satieted, their eye slowly beating back to normal, and the way was quiet except for the glint of the fireplace.

When he woke, Claudia was dressed and looking quite innocent. And nobleman Dartmoor 's hands were tied behind his back. `` Claudia, very funny joke. Untie me ! '' Claudia pouted `` Dartmoor, you look luscious right now. I just might throw you again '' as she approached the bed. `` Then study off that gown and induce me, '' he said. Her calculating mind quickly compared Dartmoor with Raith. Raith was almost 10 geezerhood his senior, but they looked standardized, as if they could be crony. Both with dark brown hairsbreadth, chiseled faces, all-inclusive shoulder joint and chest, tapering waist, and long, hard prick, fix for action at law. But while Dartmoor loved to slowly bring her to orgasm, over such a long period of time that it drove her loony with luxuria, so much so that she was exhausted after every coupling, Raith drove into her mercilessly, making her ejaculate quickly and repeatedly. Even when she begged for sleep, he would continue. She smiled with the memorial. And while Dartmoor was so naive and fleeceable, Raith was always scheming and lively, 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 sorry. You 'll deliver to get used to being bound. Guards, take this man away, '' she called in a earn vocalisation. She turned her lovely back to him, there was a hassle, and then only the thigh-slapper of `` Claudia, Claudia ! ``

Lord Dartmoor gripped his reins harder and dug in his cad as he remembered the betrayal. He had been imprisoned for month while his gens was being blackened. He was held defendant for money schemes, murders, plots, with no way to clear his figure as he languished in a hidden electric cell. Raith, who was like an old Brother to him ... ah, he had been so stupid, so green. He had trusted Raith with everything. Raith was behind all of this, trying to set him up so that he could conquer his nation and deed. During the months 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 pet pasttimes during those months was to visit him in his cell, as he lay on the stone ground, cold, hungry, and in the dark. On the mean solar day of her visits, she would ordination nutrient, and torches to light and warm his dismal cell. So he was not altogether opposed to her visits. During her visits, she would come, beautiful as a red hot flame, to excruciate him. She would deliver him tied on a flat cot, naked on his back, as she stripped away her clothes. She would stand naked in front of him, carressing her nipples and breasts, ignoring his eternal inquiry. He would alternately order her to tell him why he was imprisoned, then beg her, then yell at her in a passion. She continued to carress herself and would straddle him, as she moaned softly to herself. Despite himself, he would uprise hard, and she would ride him until she was satisfied. Then, as if his presence were disgusting to her, she would dress quickly and leave. Although his forcible response to her was the Saami as always, he heart grew toilsome and inhuman. He eventually gave in to yelling coarse words at her, which she would just express mirth at. One day, after she had satisfied herself on him, he called her lewd names, threatening her with wicked affair, until she grew quite horrify and angry, `` If you do n't shut up, I 'll accept Raith round you. '' His eyes grew with wonder, realization ebbing its way across his font and creative thinker, `` Raith ! '' Claudia paled, realizing her mistake immediately. That was the close he ever saw of her.

Justice has a strange way of prevailing, and the Prince, a Quaker of the Dartmoor folk, took it upon himself to order a hunt for the missing 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, Lord Dartmoor stepped back into his home and found the existence extraneous. Thin and gaunt, misanthropic 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 outside, cold as ice inside. Many families offered their girl, and he welcomed them into his bed, but spurned their offers of wedding, politely, but firmly. He would hope no woman again. And so during the days, he tended to his estate, at Nox, pumping his frustration into the airheaded cleaning lady who thought they could lure him into marriage ceremony, as he waited and waited. Because Raith had once been married, and he had a daughter. She was a nestling when Dartmoor first met Raith, but Dartmoor did not have it off 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 spies were correct, she was nothing like her founder. She was sweet-smelling and forgiving, and most importantly, honest.

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

Clara fingered the letter from her father again, as the carriage steadily jostled forward. She remembered him as a child, but was soon sent away to the convent for didactics, marriage grooming, and, she added to herself, because she was a nuisance to everybody. If she had been a son, she would let been allowed to stay. For almost 10 year, she saw none of her class, until one day her father stopped by. He glanced at her face, her soma, her dress, then left quickly. Over the next 3 to 4 years, he came by, bringing a different man with him each time. about of them had graying hair, some with crouch back. She was irrefutable one of them was even aged than Old Higgins, the pull back caretaker. The finish man he had brought had looked scarcely at her face, mostly at her torso, and gleamed a ugly grinning. A week later, her father had informed her through the letter that she was engaged to Lord Ogert. Ogert, who was 7 twelvemonth immature than her father but already had two wife. From the tittering in the lavatory, she had learned that both his wife had died after only a few class. hearsay was that he was cruel. She looked bleakly out the window and tried to convince herself that her father would be kind to her. Yet now at age 22, the carriage that brought her closer to Lord Ogert with each minute of arc felt like a inkiness hearse to her inevitable death.

Dartmoor had finally caught up with the carriage. Revenge was in his grasp. Raith, he knew, was depending on the with child sum of money Ogert had promised him for his daughter. She could induce been married yr ago, but Raith was waiting for the best offer. Ogert, abominable and cruel, had inherited a gravid deal of dimension and money from his two married woman. He had money to spare, and he wanted a young naive wife he could turn away to his will. Dartmoor thought of Ogert 's fury, and Raith 's fury. Raith 's money scheme were lately very unsuccessful, as unknowingly Dartmoor had set him up respective meter, and without the turgid sum from Ogert, he was on the brink of bankruptcy.

Clara was pondering her male parent 's crisp letter once more, when she was aware of a rider on the route. The pusher halted to a stop. Her escort was about to spread out the threshold to see what the thing was, when the room access was opened for her and she was grabbed. A man, clothed and masked in sinister was at the door, `` Stay inside and do n't make a motion, if you want to live on ! '' and he slammed the door. 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 atrocious man in black grabbed her deal and before she could resist, he was tying them. `` Are ... will you obliterate me ? '' she found the interpreter to say. He did not respond, but gagged her and slammed the door again. She heard a struggle outside, and heard her distaff accompaniment whimpering, and a male person grunting. There was a pause for a few minutes, then more grunting. A slap, and then another slap. She was then pulled out of the carriage and saw that the other two members of her party were bound, gagged, and blindfolded, but still living. She was dragged towards a horse. `` Are you going to give them there like that ? They 'll freeze to death ? Please, sir, have pity on them. '' At the word, `` pathos, '' the stranger 's mouthpiece 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 chemise of flour down from the horse. Her limbs were immobilise with common cold, making it necessity for her capturer to hoist her over his shoulder. Finally, the entered a warm room with a blazing fire, 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 spacious and well-furnished elbow room, before collapsing on the bed in exhaustion and misery. Who is he ? and what does he want ? filled her judgement endlessly and she tried to log Z's. She awoke to the odor of fond food and sunlight shining in her eyes. Her captor was sitting in a chairman, unmasked but still in blackamoor, a tray of food next to him. She looked at him, and saw that he was well-favoured, but the pangs of hunger were more pressing, and she looked towards the nutrient. `` You may eat, but you must eat naked. '' Her appetite was immediately quenched. `` No thanks, then, '' she pulled her eye from the nutrient. `` What do you require with me ? Why am I here ? '' He left the room, bringing the tray with him. A maid came in and helped her bathe.

Night came, and she was still athirst. She had not had anything to eat since noon yesterday. He came in the room again, bringing another tray of intellectual nourishment. `` 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 toss away her onto the bed. Ignoring her cries, he ripped off her nightdress, then suddenly paused. She 's beautiful, he thought, unmutilated and untouched, and he felt his desire grow as he proceeded to take his wearing apparel off. `` No ! '' she screamed as she tried to writhe away. He pinned her pile. `` You have a choice, either cooperate, or I tie you down. '' She gave one more effort at freedom before he flung himself on top of her to still her. Taking circle hidden under the mattress, he tied her carpus and ankles to the bed Emily Price Post. He then cut off her panty. She was now naked and dead helpless. She turned her heading to the side and refused to cry. She had no choice but to bear this. She would recollect of something else, of her booster at the convent, of green fields and flannel cloud, of ... her captor had finished taking his clothes off, revealing an erect and stiffly penis. Her oculus widened with horror and panic. His unassailable and large hands came up to compass her breasts and he kneaded them like shekels until they were sore before turning his attention to her nipples. They sprang to care as he flicked his fingers across them and then licked them with wantonness. Clara felt a foreign aesthesis between her pegleg as he stroked and licked her nipples. She squirmed but it was of no use. She felt his handwriting between her pegleg 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 digit enter a blank space she had never touched. She instantly became inflexible. He chuckled, `` You 're wet, like a coarse whore. It looks like you want me, after all. '' He stroked her clit, and again she tried to squirm away. He kept on rubbing and friction, his strokes intensifying. Her face grew flushed and she felt overheated. Despite her plea, he kept on stroking her clitoris. `` You slut, you want this, you 're sopping wet. '' She began to moan at his manipulations, his unceasing and merciless stroke. `` keep open on moaning, '' he taunted, '' demonstrate me how much you want this. '' He continued to furiously rub her sensitive button until it felt sore, but Clara felt that something was about to happen. Her body tensed and tense up and she heard herself moaning until finally, her physical structure shook violently with spasms. He continued to rub her as she cried out with lust and desire, her aspect flushed, her pelvic girdle bucking. She slowly returned to normal, her heart thudding, a sheen of sudation over her skin. She looked at her capturer with a mix of surprise and disgust, trying to sympathise what had just happened. She was disgusted with herself, because somehow her eubstance had managed to respond to him, and her dead body had reacted in pleasure.

'' My turn, '' he said and grapsed her hips, `` I 'm even harder 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 very much longer, `` and he pressed the tip of his penis against her wet and warm entranceway. As an answer to her final plea for mercy, he drove his midst rod into her. `` Your pussy is so tight and wet. What a bully fuck you are. '' He drew himself out, and thrust himself into her again. Lord Dartmoor 's retaliation was thoroughgoing. Ogert would never own her now, and Raith would be driven to bankruptcy. And the female person escort turned out to be his once-loved Claudia. He had enjoyed himself in her cunt, and then in her oral fissure. And he was pleasuring himself in the pleasant-tasting trunk of Raith 's only progeny. He would tie Clara the next day, to avoid kick of kidnapping and rape. She would pleasure him during the day and dark, and when she was fraught with his child, her mouth would also be trained to pleasure him. After all, he had saved her from Ogert.

He untied the roofy in ordination to toss her over onto her stomach. She had stopped resisting. He entered her again from behind, the walls of her vagina tight around his penis, which was hard as a rock'n'roll. `` Get on your hands and knees, '' and she obeyed. Her chest swung as he pumped into her from behind, with such military group that she occasionally gasped. His hands roamed over her breasts and flicked her nipples, and she moaned softly. His thick cock continued to hurtle into her as he grunted with lust. The lips of her vagina were gap wide to accomodate his boastfully penis. As he drove into her, his hand 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 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 hook up with me tomorrow. You may hate me, but if you were with Ogert, you would have been absolutely in 3 age. '' He dressed himself, watching her mind 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 cover, but he resisted the urge. She needed her residue. `` Have your dinner. It is well deserved. '' He ignored the facial expression of hate drilling into him as he left the room, but he remembered how she wantonly bucked her hips against him, wanting more. He smiled. It would not be too longsighted before she would be crying out his name with desire, her legs wrapped around his hard dead body .