The most wicked kind

"Oh Lady Marlton," Black Brand chuckled softly "I intend to use you in every wicked way that a man can use a woman." Charlotte could feel the excitement from the grassy bank return in a sudden rush of heat. The outlaw was going to ravish her! Her flushed cheeks and rapid breathing betrayed her; she should protest, or fight, or at least plead for mercy but instead she stepped forward boldly and rested her hand on the Highwayman's bare chest.

"You might be disappointed." Charlotte responded shyly "I have no experience with men." Her captor chuckled easily at her admission, apparently like the villains in her stories, he had no reservation about deflowering maidens. Charlotte would have been disappointed if he had.

"Oh I think you'll please me just fine once you get started." His mouth lowered to hers again and the kiss was long and passionate, but gentle and teasingly seductive. Again, Charlotte found herself returning the powerful man's kiss eagerly, her tongue tasting the earthy maleness of his mouth as her hands reached for the wet hair and clung to the tangled mess and let herself be so shamefully used. The thick bulge in his trousers left no doubt that he wanted her in the way that men have desired woman since the first neanderthal dragged a mate to his cave in prehistoric times. Had that savage woman felt the same excitement that she was feeling now? Suddenly Black Brand's mouth pulled away and she felt him sink to his knees in front of her and work to loosen the lacing of her blue boots. Luckily, the shoe laces had not been retied anywhere near as tight when she had been captured by the highwayman and in no time she felt first one boot and then the other pulled from her small feet.

Next the pantaloons slid from her legs and she stood before the kneeling brigand wearing only stockings held up by a garterbelt, the silk chemise with its ribbon straps and under the layer of wet silk the final layer of protection lacy white panties of the new fashion. When he climbed to his feet Charlotte could see the hunger in his eyes but even so she was surprised when he swept her into his arms and carried her to a great bed that sat in the shadows deep within the cavern. Unlike the rest of the cave's simple furnishing, the bed was a massive four-poster with a thick mattress. The dark posts were elaborately carved and Charlotte had just recognized the bed as the the very one ordered by her father from London when she was placed gently on the rumpled bedding.

"You're going to take my virginity on my father's bed?" Lady Marlton murmured as Black Brand stood to finish undressing. "That is most wicked indeed." Even in the dim lighting of the cave Randy could see his captive bite at her lip nervously.

"It does seem like a fine way to avenge myself on your family." Randy answered as he climbed onto the bed. Lady Marlton's maidenhead for Mary's and taking her on her father's bed made the labor of carrying the monstrous bed from the wagon he had stopped one rainy night worth every drop of sweat and sore muscle.

"But why?" Asked his captive as his fingers started working at the ties of her garterbelt. "Why do you hate my family so?"

Randy could feel the almost forgotten anger stir in his breast when Lady Marlton reminded him of her families crimes. Should he explain just how her family had destroyed his with their arrogant disdain for the villagers on their land or just take the chestnut-haired beauty and make her scream as he plowed her.