A slow kiss followed by a quick climax

Charlotte could not help herself; emboldened in a way that she would never have though possible, she lifted her lips to the outlaw's mouth and lost herself in his kiss. The kiss was deep and slow, and even though Mr. Fuller was chained with almost no freedom of movement it did not matter because Charlotte pressed her body against his with just as much desire and passion as he had when he swept her into his arms. Charlotte lost track of time when his tongue slipped experimentally between her parted lips, nothing seemed real except for the kiss and the feeling of Mr. Fuller's thick hair woven into her fingers. After what might have been a minute, but just as easily could have been five times that amount of time Charlotte finally felt the kiss end and reluctantly lowered her lips from his.

Her breathing was ragged, her cheeks flushed and every nerve in her body tingled after the kiss. Mr. Fuller too looked as though he was in shock, his once-wild eyes now tamed, but that met hers with an intensity that scared her. In fact, everything about Mr. Fuller scared her; his strength, his passion, the circumstances of his birth, and of course the hatred that he had for her and her family. If he realized just how close Charlotte was to surrendering to a man like him all would be lost. Drawing on what last shreds of dignity she had left to hide her weakness Charlotte teased her once tormentor as she pulled away from Black Brand.

"That was quite nice Mr. Fuller." She told him as she slipped around to where he could no longer see her. "I see you can be a gentleman if you try." It was easier to be strong when she no longer had to look up at his smoldering eyes. Charlotte almost left, but she remembered Fuller's open lacing and exposed organ, if Lieutenant Easton found Black Brand in this state he'd know exactly what she had done. She peeked at the member in question stunned by the shear size of the thing. How was she going to fit that back into his trousers? Unless...

He gasped when her fingers once again encircled him, and when she moved her hand slowly up and down along the length of his uncut member his whole body shuddered. Mr. Fuller's penis was unlike anything she had ever imagined. Her romance novels accurately described the hardness of a man's erection, but failed completely to prepare her for how soft the skin that covered the shaft was or how the organ would twitch and pulse against her palm as she squeezed it. In the lamp-light Charlotte could see the trickle of shiny fluid oozing out of the mouth of the penis, she knew of course that that was his inseminating essence and felt a vague sense of disappointment - she had expected there to be more than the small amount that glistened on the head of the organ. He shuddered wordlessly when she used her hand to coat and lubricate the engorged mushroom head of his penis and again when she trailed her fingers along his length.

"Stop teasing, you bitch." Randy's will finally snapped. He had resolved not to give in to this latest **** of Lady Marlton's, but the soft teasing of her fingers on his cock broke him in a way that the leather straps tearing at his back had failed to do. "Do you want to hear me beg?" Her fingers once again encircled his meat and he could feel how close he was, if she wanted him to beg then he would.

"Yes, oh God in Heaven yes just like that." Perhaps prompted by his encouragement or more likely because she knew she had defeated him, Lady Charlotte's soft hand resumed the gentle stroking that had brought him so close before but this time she didn't stop. "Please...oh yes...oh please...oh God Please... OHHGghhh."

Lady Marlton completed her humiliation of him with only a few more strokes. Randy didn't care as he exploded in her hand, shooting cum again and again in violent pulses against the stone wall of his makeshift cell. That was certainly one of the most skilled hand-jobs he could remember, and once again he wondered where a lady like Miss Marlton could have learned to work a man's cock so skillfully. The thought that she had practiced on all those suitors that came calling at her house made him sick; then as he realized he was being jealous about a woman he had no claim to or possible future with his angst turned to anger. She hadn't been trying to please him, Lady Marlton used her touch to humiliate him, she had used his weakness to break him.

Charlotte stared in shock at the amount of cum dripping down the wall, and giggled at her naivety - to have mistaken that first gentle ooze for the fountain of white seed that was the man's real ejaculation was a clear indication of how ignorant she was of men, and this man in particular. She had done well, it was wrong of course to touch a man in that manner, a grievous sin she was sure, but she had at least brought poor Mr. Fuller some small pleasure in exchange for the brutal lashing that her father had ordered. If he liked, she be willing to do it again tomorro-

"Are you satisfied now." Mr. Fuller snarled at her like a cornered fox. His raw hatred of her was as strong now as it had been when he was still free; somehow in her head she thought that after what they had shared that Mr. Fuller would soften but if anything, the quite opposite had occurred. Instead of giving the man some pleasure and distraction from the pain as she thought, he showed no appreciation. Was she satisfied? No, not at all - but what had she expected? She tried to find words to explain what and why she had done what she had, but nothing in her years of training in social etiquette had prepared her for this and so Mr. Fuller's defiant challenge went unanswered.

The only good that came of the act was that Mr. Fuller's once proud erection now was rapidly softening and decreasing in size. With a coolness that surprised even her she tucked Mr. Fuller's penis into his trousers and hastily laced his fly closed. Charlotte even remembered to wipe the evidence of her crime from the wall with some of the bloody bandages and without a word knocked on the door of the cell. Almost immediately the heavy cell door was unlocked and Charlotte was greeted by a worried looking Lt. Easton, had he heard any of that exchange wondered Charlotte, and if so what did he think of the proud Lady Marlton now.