Not a word

Randy didn't bother answering the fine Lady Marlton as he climbed between her legs and pushed the camisole up off her toned buttocks. In part because this was an act of vengeance, to punish her and her family for their neglect of Mary, but in part because he found he could no longer trust his emotions.

Lord she felt good spread wide under him. Knowing that there was no way she could stop him from taking her again added to the erotic feeling of mastery that had been picking at him since he first tightened the iron ring around her ankle. It was so unlike anything he had ever experienced with the whores who frequented the dock of all major ports, or even his experiences with the golden-skinned maidens of the south sea islands. Randy was a little surprised by his own desires, but as he reached under her to position the head of his throbbing cock into the portal of her sex he could feel this gentlewoman respond with unmistakable arousal. She moaned softly as he pushed deeper perhaps wrestling with her own shameful surrender.

Randy heard her grunt as he pushed further into her still sore passage, but other than that, Miss Marlton gave no indication that she was a freshly opened maiden. Her derriere pushed back against his thrusts and he could feel the moist heat of her core engulfing his member like it belonged deep inside her. He fucked her with a cold passion, concentrating on the wrongs committed by her family to add fuel the fire of his passion. Not that he needed anything to excite his libido, not only was this a stunningly beautiful woman, but the excitement of the position and the memory of the **** market had him nearing a climax much sooner than he wanted.

There was nothing that he could do that would ever make up for what happened to Mary, but as he pulled his cock nearly all the way back and then slowly pushed into her even deeper, but this was a start. It could not last, unlike the Portuguese plantation owners who bought pretty young women as a matter of course, he was a God-fearing Englishman and could not keep Miss Marlton chained to his bed to use whenever he felt the need.

Charlotte hated how good it felt, especially as this outlaw wasn't even bothering to speak to her. He just tied her face down on this great bed and mounted her like a stallion covering a mare in heat and like that mare she needed this man's organ. Unlike the first time when the pain had muted the pleasure, this time with each slow thrust she moaned in pleasure. Black Brand knew it too, he was using his masculinity to reduce her to this state; he was - what was that crude word he had used? - fucking her, oh God, fucking her. Again and again he filled her with his magnificent penis and she was moaning like a harbor doxy, she knew her moans of pleasure only encouraged the beast, she tried to stop but it felt so good!

The Highwayman had, just as her aunts had warned her, stripped and deflowered her, but they had not warned her about how good it would feel to be filled like this. As shameful as this lewd position was, her legs pulled open and Black Brand thrusting into her from behind, she never wanted it to stop. Like in her erotic books; the villainous man was ravishing the innocent damsels and like those heroines, she was loving it. Charlotte felt the same unmistakable tingling warmth that preceded her orgasms building between her splayed legs and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Nothing in Charlotte's books had prepared her for the feeling of erotic helplessness as she kicked futilely against the bindings on her ankles. She realized that her squirming backside under her captor's hips was only adding to his wicked pleasure, but she could not stay still. She had read with mixed feelings about captured maidens chained for the pleasures of their master's perverse desires. Her erotic collection detailed the experiences of slaves purchased at auctions, captured by barbarians, defiled princess and maids ravaged by their lords, but now she knew first hand the sinful pleasure of their position. Ironically there was something about being tied down and used that she found liberating, she was no longer a gentile noblewoman, at the moment she was a woman and nothing more.

Was it because it was this particular man that had bound her down so obscenely? Would any man excite her this much if they bound her spread open like this for their use? Charlotte somehow he doubted she'd feel this excited if one of her suitors tried this with her. Instead of thinking about Henry Kellennipt, or worse yet Jason Worthington, Charlotte concentrated on what this common outlaw was doing to her.

“Are you satisfied now?” Charlotte groaned as he slid in even deeper than ever, "**** your virgin captive when she can't do anything but lie there and take it." She felt Black Brand push even harder and she knew that her goading was having an effect. "Is this how you take your **** on the Lords and Ladies that you so despise, by tying down their daughters and forcing them." She could not see the man behind her pressed as she was face down into the bedding, but that did not stop her. Her voice was louder as she gasped out more provocative words, "Fucking their sheltered girls with your common cock."

Charlotte had never ever used words like that, but then again she had never been in a position like this, she found the words flowed easily. "Your big, fat, peasant cock fucking my tight sex...Oh God...your cock fucking me...forcing me...your hard fucking cock ... going to make me cum...." The nice and slow pace was increasing and one of his hands twisted into the back of her hair jerking on her thick curls as he rode her, faster and faster. Charlotte's head was pulled roughly back lifting her shoulders off the bedding but she ignored the pain of his brutal hair-pulling instead arching her back and screaming out in passion. "... tied down, spread open and fucked...can't stop you...Oh Lord forgive me...this fat cock is going to make me...AAaaigghh!"

Randy pushed Lady Marlton back down onto the bed, and **** himself to pause in this wild rush. Miss Charlotte's sudden climax felt even better than the moment he deflowered her and he almost followed her with his own explosive orgasm! Instead thought, he gritted his teeth and **** back the urge to join with her in the moment. This was not making love, Randy reminded himself as he began to slowly thrust into her again; he was punishing Miss Marlton and her family and the longer he could fuck her the better. Taking her like this was intended to remind her that she was no longer his superior, she was now an object for him to use and enjoy. Knowing that he was fucking Lord Marlton's daughter on his own bed added even more to his pleasure, if only that arrogant man was here to see it. Especially because he had made her like it!

Even face down with her legs tied wide open, with her hair in his fist and filled her with his cock, she exploded in a climax like he had never thought he'd see. The feeling of her tight pussy clenched around his swollen cock was so hot and so wet was unlike anything he had ever experienced bedding lonely widows and harbor whores. Even more arousing was the way she moaned with need as he took her, she was no longer goading him on, but with each gentle motion Miss Charlotte responded with needy whimpers and gasps of pleasure. He pulled back until he was just barely inside her and then thrust forward with far more **** than before wanting to experience every bit of her tightness before he lost control. Randy's breathing was as ragged as Lady Marlton's when he rammed into her backside as fast and hard as he could until at last her could hold back no longer.

When he finished Randy collapsed onto her, pressing her into the mattress and for a few seconds after his climax he felt a tingling in his fingertips and toes much like they felt when they had been nearly frostbit in the antarctic seas. Under his weight Miss Charlotte moaned softly into the pillow, but anything she may have been trying to say was undecipherable. Randy breathed in the scent of her hair deeply as he lay on her back, he'd give a month's pay to know what she was thinking right now.

He remained silent for the next few minutes as he worked out what he had to do, but once he made up his mind he moved with purpose. He kept her ankle securely chained to the bed frame but released the other bindings and helped her sit up still, before turning away from her and pulling his discarded trousers back on. He was not happy with the decision he had made, but there was really no other choice.