Randy chains Charlotte to the bedpost

"Now what?" Lady Marlton had asked as she stood waiting her fate.

Clearly he could not keep her hanging from the thick root in the rough ceiling, he had seen able bodied seamen punished this way and the strain on her much finer wrists would soon be causing excruciating pain. He had a set of chains taken from a patrol of the King’s redcoats sent into the forest to capture him. Randy smiled at the memory of the comic attempts of the 43rd foot to trap him, how ironic that those chains would now be used to secure the Lady Marlton herself. Randy moved silently as her fetched the heavy manacles. The iron rings were too big to secure her wrists, but they should fit nicely around her shapely ankle.

Charlotte watched Black Brand move across the cave into a dark corner, at first when she heard the rattle of a chain and the squeak of metal on metal she couldn't fathom what he intended. When he approached her with the iron chain of a criminal in his hands she understood well enough but was too stunned to move until he knelt at her feet and she felt his hands on her ankle. She kicked her foot determined to escape this indignity, but the scoundrel was prepared for her sudden struggles and despite her best efforts turned the key that tightened the ring until it fit snugly just above her silk-covered ankles.

“How dare you!” So insulted by the knowledge that he had chained her like a common criminal the words escaped her lips before she thought better of them. But Black Brand just chuckled at her discomfort and then stood holding the other end of the wrought iron manacles in his hand.

“I find that living outside the law has emboldened me in all sorts of ways.” The arrogant brigand told her, and with those ominous words he guided her towards the great bed that seemed so out of place in the otherwise sparsely furnished cavern. As soon as she realized where Black Brand was taking her Charlotte realized that he had never intended to spare her, he was simply moving her to his bed where he could plunder her body in greater comfort.

Although if that was his intention why had he bothered to dress her again in her riding gown? No doubt the savage planned to tear it from her body as he ravished her.

She would be chained to his bed and used over and over again as a man uses a woman, and she would be powerless to stop his **** on her virtue. Once again her mind jumped to a scene in a secret romance describing a captive young Frenchwoman’s experience of being chained just like this to an Ottoman lord’s bed for his pleasure. Josephine, the pretty heroine, had been rescued just in the nick of time but Charlotte had no expectation of a similar miracle.

Nonetheless she would fight as long as she could. Charlotte resolved solemnly to defend her virtue with every ounce of strength she possessed. She looked around hopefully for anything she could use a weapon to help even her terrible odds.

Randy sensed Charlotte’s tension as he neared the bed, and could well imagine what she must be thinking. In fact what he had been thinking just a minute ago himself. Chaining this spirited noblewoman to his bed was not making it any easier to keep his libido in check either. However, the great bedposts were the only place that he could see to secure the other end of the chain low enough to the floor that she could be comfortable. Damn his tendency to act before thinking! Randy cursed himself silently, keeping Lady Marlton here in this cave made as much sense as having tourists on a whaling ship.

“Sit there.” He told her pointing to the great bed piled high with an assortment of quilts, blankets and comforters. She sat demurely on the edge of the bed and Randy knelt by her feet and wrapped the other manacle around the thick crossbar between the bedposts.

This may be my best chance – Charlotte realized as she saw Black Brand lower his frame and turn his head to the task of securing her to the great bed. If she had a heavy bludgeon like the pair of muskets leaning against the cavern wall, or the axe by the hearth or even the cast iron pan she could see by the fireside she’d act with no hesitation at all, but would she be able to hit her capture hard enough with just her own two small hands?

Black Brand's neck and shoulders were both broad and well-muscled, how could she possibly knock him ****, even for just long enough to escape? It seemed impossible, but to not act would be in effect submitting herself to his lustful demands; once she lay shackled to the bed Black Brand could use her as he wished.