She maintains her pride

Thankfully the Highwayman did not take long to reach his climax, because in spite of the hatred in Mr. Fuller's **** Charlotte could feel her treacherous body responding to the virility and power of his sex. With each passionate thrust the pleasure of the union grew and her resolve weakened; long forgotten was the initial pain and now she had to fight the urge to beg for more.

Her married friends had vastly exaggerated the discomfort of a maiden's deflowering; their hushed recounting of the trials of their wedding nights had in no small part played a role in her **** to accept the suitors who had pressed for her hand. However that was not the greatest surprise; nothing in her sheltered life had prepared her for the pleasure that a woman could feel in the act of coupling with a man. What made her response even more surprising was the fact that this was not 'love making' in any sense of the word, there was no love between Mr. Fuller and her family, but that did not seem to lessen the intense pleasure either of them were feeling in the passionate sex.

Still, Charlotte refused to let her attacker know how close she was to losing the final battle and surrender completely, she would not give him the added triumph of her submission. She thought she understood how the encounter would end, but even so when Mr. Fuller abruptly stiffened and flooded her vagina with his pulsing essence she was shocked at how good it felt. She should have felt humiliation, or outrage, or perhaps even panic that this union might result in the dishonor of an unsanctioned life swelling her belly. Charlotte felt something quite different instead. For the first time since the **** of her mother she felt an intense passionate connection with another being. It was admittedly not the loving connection she had longed for, but after six lonely years of being ignored and belittled by everyone she knew, this was real.

The hard shaft throbbing inside her was the proof that she was no longer a child in any sense of the word. At almost 21 years of age Charlotte was now a woman, and unlike some of the women in her life, she has not only taken a man deep inside her, but she knew that she wanted to experience this wickedly carnal experience again. With a groan Mr. Fuller withdrew from within her, leaving an emptiness where she had once felt full, and alone where she had felt connected; as frightening as his cold loveless violation had been, the abrupt end to the coupling was almost as bad.

"I'm sorry Milady." She heard his apology and wondered if he had somehow read her mind. Only after he covered her almost tenderly with the blanket and deliberately turned his back on her did she realize he was apologizing for the ****, not for pulling away. "I have no excuse." He stood just a few feet from where she lay and in the low light from the lantern she could see a streak of silver make its way down his cheek. Of all the surprises this momentous day had brought, Mr. Fuller's remorse might well be the most astonishing.

Surely an outlaw like Black Brand should be gloating in triumph at despoiling the only daughter of his hated lord, it was particularly appropriate retribution considering what had been done to his sister while Mary had been entrusted into the care of the Marlton estate. In fact what would be most appropriate would be for him to keep her here in his lair until he had ensured that she too ... Charlotte tried desperately to push the erotic notion of being taken again and again by this man. Every night - maybe even two or thee times a day - having him use her like that until at last her monthly flow stops and her captor knows for sure that he had successfully planted his seed within her womb.

Would her father banish her as he had sent Mary away? It was a terrible thought for a daughter to have of her own father, but sadly one that she couldn't quite dismiss. What did it say of her home-life when she felt less secure with her fate in her father's hands than she did chained to the bed of a Highwayman who had **** and ravished her?