The Highland Duchess

"This is very nice, Lady Charlotte." It was nice, Charlotte realized. Unlike her earlier experiences there was neither pain nor the tumultuous swinging of emotions, only a slow building pleasure as she rode his cock and teased him with everything she could remember from her library.

"I know it's nice, Mr. Fuller, but that's not what I asked you." Charlotte stilled her frame to get his complete attention. "I am here for your pleasure. Do you want me to continue just like this, like the shy Welsh princess?" She rotated her hips briefly grinding her pelvis against Fuller's. "Or do you want to teach that wicked Lady Katherine what happens to teases who push a man too far." She did not miss the sudden twitch of Mr. Fuller's cock embedded deep inside her. "That is what you want isn't it!" She continued her teasing, "A maiden strapped spread-eagle under you for you to ravish." She felt his hands on her hips and the upward thrust of his hips under her.

"Oh!" She gasped in surprise at the sudden feeling of being so full, knowing that Fuller was close to breaking. "But do you want the needy Lady Katherine who secretly longed for Percival's loving, or the fiery red-headed duchess who squirmed and twisted under him as he deflowered her?"

"I'm no ****!" Charlotte heard him protest weakly; thinking back to her first time, she accepted his denial without argument but suspected that Mr. Fuller had been aroused more by her station then her plain looks.

"I've told you already, Mr. Fuller," she said, amazed by the boldness of her words, "tonight I am yours to use as you wish, don't worry about my feelings." It was true, many times over the years Charlotte had imagined what it might be like to be a prize taken as she struggled futilely. Most of her forbidden books detailed scenarios of bondage: Briseis in Achilles' tent, a French mademoiselle chained to an Ottoman sultan's bed, sisters passed around by lustful Algonquins and of course the three Arthurian ladies taken by Percival. Her boldness it seemed had the desired effect because finally Mr. Fuller took control of their sinful coupling.

I warned you Miss Marlton." Randy lifted Miss Marlton suddenly from his shaft, and rolled her onto her back on the bed. One leg was easily secured by twisting the iron chain around the bedpost, he captured her second leg as she kicked at him and used one of the discarded silk stockings to immobilize it. Shortly after that her hands too were tied to the corner posts and Miss Marlton was stretched wide for his pleasure. Just like the young maidens in her story, only a shift covered her naked body and in her struggles even this inadequate covering had risen high on her hips.

"Do you know why I think that Scottish Duchess refused to surrender?" Asked Lady Marlton as his hands roamed freely around her squirming body, he didn't answer but she must have sensed his curiosity because she continued with a knowing smile. "She didn't want to taken by a commoner." She was deliberately goading him, he knew it, but that didn't make him want to fuck her any less as she kept up her verbal ****. "The proud Highland red-head would rather be ravished by any or all of the evil knights who captured her than let a lowly groomsman enjoy her treasures."

"But she had ****, did she?" Randy asked, climbing between her straining legs. He was surprised by how much Miss Marlton's stupid tale had excited him. "She couldn't stop that common servant from claiming her maidenhead, and then using her like a lowborn whore." Upon hearing that crude pronouncement Miss Marlton bucked and twisted with renewed determination to keep his cock from finding the gateway to her inner sanctum, but bound as she was, her struggling could not keep him from placing his cock just into her dripping slit and pinning her with his weight. Randy understood the anger and frustration young Percival must have suffered at the hands of the Lords and Ladies of Camelot all too well and he growled fiercely into Lady Marlton's hair. "No amount of defiance, nobility or virtue on her part could change her fate, could it?" Before she had a chance to respond, Randy shifted forward slightly, pushing in a little more but careful not to sink too deep into her slick passageway.

"That's right!" Moaned Miss Charlotte stunning Randy with the volume and excitement of her response. When she had first recounted the explicit Arthurian tale as she teased him he wondered about her acceptance of the fate of the three bound captives; but there was no doubt about it, she was as excited now as he had ever seen her. "Fuck that spirited duchess, pop her cherry!" She whimpered lustfully. "Fuck her hard, yes - use her until she begs for more." And then as he prepared to plunge into her, she shifted once again into the role of the bound duchess.

"No, no, my sacred virtue is not for a common groomsman - Aaaiigh!" Randy laughed out loud when he heard Miss Marlton fake her deflowering. She hadn't cried out that shrilly when he had claimed her for real, but her cry of despair was perfectly timed and it did indeed inflame his desires. As did her frantic bucking and thrashing as he plunged into her again and again. Soon her cries of pain changed to grunts of discomfort and then soft moans and finally gasps of pleasure. Just when he was rapidly reaching the point where he was ready to fill her sex once again with his seed she begged him to finish, just as the Highland Duchess had begged Percival when she had been ravished.