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"Jason, Darling." Priscilla coos sweetly. "Why don't you suck on Kitten's little titties; see if they taste as good as they look?" This wasn't exactly the help that Charlotte was hoping for, but as Jason lowered his mouth onto her breasts she saw Miss Dunning's knowing smile. Perhaps like Charlotte would offer a treat to Copper to calm the great gelding, it appeared that Priscilla was taking Jason back into her control with a little sweetness. Charlotte only wished that it wasn't her _treats _that were being used, why didn't Miss Dunning let Lord Worthington maul and suckle at her plump breasts? Probably because that manipulative song-bird knew that like his kissing, Jason didn't have the slightest idea of how to please a woman. Charlotte should have been both horrified and ashamed having her soft flesh being mouthed by a man, but instead she found the situation to be almost laughable. Instead of building pleasure the wet slobbering reminded her more of how one of the manor's hounds might react if she accidentally dropped some crumbs into her cleavage.

"That's so sexy!" Priscilla didn't seem at all concerned by Charlotte's lack f reaction, "get them good and slick and you can fuck her tits like you fuck mine when we can't do it for real." Charlotte was still trying to decipher the levels of meaning behind Priscilla's words when Jason pulled from her sore breasts to ask her a question that no man should ever ask a gentlewoman.

"You're not on your bleed, Charlie, are you?" If she had had even a moment of sense she might have been able to end this entire unpleasantness by pretending that indeed she was in the midst of a free flowing period, but she was so shocked by the boldness of the question that it never even occurred to her to lie. Jason took her silence as all the evidence he needed and instead of returning to her exposed skin he started gathering the layers of flowing skirt. "No, I don't want these tits wrapped around my cock," Jason's excitement was as unmistakable now as it was when he first hung her up like a deer after a hunt, "I want these long legs wrapped around my waist while I show her what a man's cock feels like." Charlotte could only stare at Priscilla, beseeching her to intercede.

"Jason, Honey." Priscilla was once again at Jason's side resting her small hand on his shoulder, "I know you want to play this scene of conquest to it's rightful end, but you can't my dear, what would Lord Marlton say if he found out you had ruptured the maidenhead of his sheltered daughter." With that last question Worthington threw back his head in crude laughter much more seemly from a teamster driving his oxen than a peer of the realm.

"That's the beauty of this, 'Cilla." Jason's lick his lips as he tucked the hem of Charlotte's skirt through the open gap he had pulled in her bodice, "Charlie's father pulled me into his office last night and advised me to serve his prize heifer like a stud bull." Still reeling from the way Jason had exposed her ruffled leggings along with her breasts, it took Charlotte a second to understand what Jason was saying. "Lord Marlton advised me that the best way for me to ensure that Miss Charlotte here meets me at the alter is to but a bump in her belly. At the time I feared it might be a chore, but now that I know that Charlie has these little fantasies of hers I think I'll look forward to forcing myself into her tight cunt."

"I'm never going to marry you Jason!" The words flew from her lips with such fierceness that Jason actually paused momentarily in his search for the ties to her leggings, "Why don't you just marry Priscilla? Then you could both be happy." Jason seemed genuinely surprised by the suggestion.

"Priscilla?" He glanced at the petite blonde clinging to his arm. "I could never marry her, my family would disown me!" Seeing the pain in Miss Dunning's eyes Jason tried to soften the bluntness of his words with a compromise. "Don't worry my love, I'll still give you my cock as often as you need it. He pulled at the buckle of his belt and turned back to Charlotte adding with a cockiness that didn't surprise her at all. "This little one can't get enough of my cock, once you've had a taste you'll start caving it too."

"Jason -" Priscilla tried one more time to turn Worthington's attention back to her, but he pushed her away in irritation.

"Stand back and watch 'Cilla." He grunted as he pulled out his penis, "you have to start learning how to share." With that Miss Dunning turned on her heels and fled the sanctuary leaving Charlotte staring at the ruddy shaft in Jason's hands. She realized with a sinking heart that Lord Worthington was deadly serious in his intentions and that bound as she was there was little she could do to stop him. If Jason was distressed by Miss Dunning's abrupt departure he gave no indication of it.

"Are you going to fight me Charlie, like that Saxon maiden fought the first Lord Worthington?" His eyes sparkled with a glee as he stepped closer, "The only thing better than taking a virgin is if the girl is squirming under me trying to save her cherry and I have to **** my way into her tight cunt." Charlotte, more clearly than ever before, saw who and what Lord Worthington truly was; sadly, she had no trouble at all believing that he had too much experience forcing young women. Most of them were likely common farm-girls or household maids like poor Mary, but she wondered how many other debutants trusted this rake to be honourable as they slipped away from their chaperones and got themselves into trouble with the arrogant pig.

It was a disquieting thought. If she fought Jason's improper advances she would be giving him exactly what he seemed to want, but the alternative was too horrific to contemplate - she prayed silently for a miraculous savior if this were one of her romances, surely someone would show up to and save her. But who? Lieutenant Easton the young officer of the foot stationed in Marlton Village ... Mr. Fuller the feared highwayman ... one of her father's game wardens … anyone at all?