She doesn't even try

Charlotte lifted her lips to the highwayman's mouth without further protest. Some small part of her morality cried out in protest as she waved the white flag of surrender and offered herself as the prize to the victor, but denying her weakness was as pointless as refuting tomorrow's sunrise. After the way she had pleasured herself on this very bed, imagining being kissed and held in his strong arms exactly like this, Charlotte knew just where this had to end and her mouth opened in an invitation that was as old as humankind itself. She was rewarded with a primitive groan from Black Brand and the sensual delight of his tongue exploring deep within her mouth.

"Do your worst, you scoundrel." Charlotte gasped hoping that she sounded appropriately resigned to her fate and not as excited as felt. "I will not fight you any longer."

"My worst, Lady Marlton?" The Highwayman asked softly as he kissed her soft lips gently again. "What do you think a disreputable scoundrel like me should do to the beautiful but innocent daughter of his hated foe?" Charlotte could feel hot blood rushing to her cheeks colouring them with a pink blush. She wasn't sure if it was Black Brand's sudden gentle approach, the way he described her as 'beautiful', or most likely the scene of deflowering that she was imagining. A lawless brigand like him would be merciless in his defilement of his captured prize.

"In my books, the villains strip off the virgin's clothes." She whispered breathlessly, "All of them, until I'm as naked as a marble statue from antiquity." Just as she knew he would, her captor began to do exactly that, slowly unbuttoning her dress as she sat trembling in his arms.

"And then what?" He asked as he brushed the sleeves from her shoulder kissing the bare skin exposed as he slid them down her arms. She should be resisting this outlaw's slow unwrapping of his prize but it was pointless, chained as she was to his bed she was his to use as he wished and she was tired of wrestling with this broad-shouldered man. "What should a villain like me do after he has stripped his captive?" Charlotte let him stand her up like a doll and pull first the riding dress and then her shift up over her head. Black Brand chuckled easily when she covered her breasts with her hands, but let her preserve her modesty as he turned his attention to the knot securing her leggings to her waist.

"It depends on how much you hate my family." Charlotte explained focusing on the the details of the possible scenarios instead of the feeling of his strong fingers sliding her stockings down her thighs; she hadn't even noticed him unclipping the garters that held the silk sheaths in place. What she couldn't help noticing was the warmth that was heating her core as his thumbs stroked the sensitive skin on her inner thighs. God I want this! Charlotte ignored the treacherous thought and continued her narrative. "Some of the maidens were **** immediately, taken roughly as they struggle and plead." She sat back on the bed and lifted her feet as he pulled off the yellow stockings, now she wore only the scrap of lace covering her sex and the black iron around her ankle. "Others are teased, seduced by their handsome captors until their resolve breaks, and these chaste virgins spread themselves willingly for their captors to dishonour." Charlotte wasn't even sure which of these shameful choices she'd prefer for herself. Did she want him to overpower her with his size and strength or make her beg for her own violation?

"Why do you hate my family?" She asked pushing away those troubling questions and suddenly curious about Black Brand's motives. "What have we ever done to you?"

"Don't you recognize me Lady Marlton?" He demanded as he kicked off his boots and unbuckled his belt. "I'm Randy Fuller, you and your family shamed Mary, banished her and then then killed her with your disinterest." Charlotte could see the anger in his eyes as they flickered over her nearly naked body, this would be no gentle seduction. How could it be after how Fuller's sister died? Charlotte knew that was going to be fucked - she never thought she'd use this word not even in the privacy of her thoughts but she knew it was the only word that fit - she was going to get fucked and fucked hard by this man and she could not even fault him.