A most unexpected savior

Charlotte wanted to scream in frustration, but knew she couldn't. Truly, the only thing worse than having Mr. Worthington **** her on her own bed, deflowering her as she struggled futilely under his pistoning loins, would be to be given to him in marriage and have to endure these assaults over and over again. She couldn't call for help, but she could fight him! Charlotte twisted wildly trying to dislodge the leg that **** her thighs open and bumped repeatedly against her sex as her pulled her nightgown up to her waist and even higher. Jason took advantage of her thrashing legs to get his other knee between her thighs and suddenly the full weight of his pelvis was grinding against her hips. He was just too strong, too heavy and too skilled for even a healthy woman as tall and active as her, as her struggles subsided Jason chuckled coldly and lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her roughly.

Nothing in this encounter was anything at all like what she had read in her collection of erotic novels, there was no tingle of excitement, no weakening of her principles and certainly no warmth flooding her womanhood. All she felt was nausea when his kiss bruised her lips and a cold sweat when the bulge in his tightly fitted pantaloons rubbed against her sex in a crude preview of what was sure to come. Compared to Worthington, Mr. Fuller had been like a fairy-tale prince, for a fleeting moment Charlotte wished she had surrendered to the handsome blond highwayman, at least then Jason wouldn't have the pleasure of being her first. His voice jerked her sharply back to her grim reality.

"I hope you're just saving your strength Charlie." Jason's cold smile reminded Charlotte of an iguana she once saw in the London Zoological Society exhibit. "You're not just going to lie there like some opiate **** whore." His cold smile took on a feral edge, "I want you to fight me while I rip open your tight cunt!" He pushed her nightgown even higher and suddenly she could feel a cool breeze on her bare nipple, but before she could even wonder how her window had opened she felt his strong fingers pinch and twist sharply at the teat causing her to cry out sharply and buck like a yearling colt under his weight. That was apparently exactly what Jason was hoping for, he viciously squeezed the sensitive peak again but this time Charlotte was ready for it and was able to stifle the shriek of pain into a hash whimper.

"That's right Charlie, I love it when you cry out like that. I can't wait to hear you scream in pain when my cock-"

Mr. Worthington's contemptible monologue ended abruptly with his collapsed in a lifeless heap onto her chest and Charlotte was bewildered by with the sudden stillness. Why had he stopped? Had he passed out? And then as abruptly as he had ceased his **** Jason was lifted from her chest and deposited in a thump on the floor and Charlotte could see a dark silhouette standing by the bed.

"I hope that wasn't some sort of perverse game you two were playing Lady Marlton." Charlotte recognized Mr. Fuller's deep voice immediately; her abductor was in her bedroom standing just feet from where she lay spread prone on her bed with her blankets push aside and her nightgown pushed up to her underarms. "Even if it was, my Lady I won't apologize for ending it; this is no gentleman despite his fine horses and clothing and you are much better off without him." Charlotte couldn't agree more with Mr. Fuller's assessment of Jason Worthington, but at the moment she was preoccupied with pulling her gown back to her hips and the bedding over her legs. To her surprise the unlikely savior had the grace to turn his attention to Jason's limp body as she frantically tried to regain some small token of dignity.

How could it be that not one, but two men wound up in her bedroom in the middle of the night without any sort of invitation on her part?! She almost expected to find Lieutenant Easton longing by the door waiting for his turn with her as she lay on the bed.

"That was no game, Mr. Fuller." She winced slightly as she realized that she had just let Black Brand know that she had deduced his identity. "That was a drunkard and a braggart and I thank-you for your timely, if most improper, appearance in my rooms."

Randy found himself chuckling at how quickly Lady Charlotte had recovered her sensibilities. Less than a minute ago this so-called gentleman had been forcing himself on her, and if had interpreted the man's last comment correctly was not only intending to **** her, but to take her virginity in as painful a manner as he could. Now, this same remarkable young woman was admonishing him for the impropriety of climbing into her chamber through her window.

"Shall I leave him there, then?" He asked, pointing to Jason's half dressed form lying on the floor. He tried to ignore how the moonlight played on the pale white skin of her face; this was not the nighttime visit he had hoped for when he climbed the walls of Marlton Manor, but thank God he had arrived when he did. Randy moved back to the open window and offered one final piece of advise before leaving. "You should inform your father or Major Talbot at once of this scoundrel's attack." To Randy's surprise Lady Marlton shook her head vehemently when he suggested alerting the proper authorities.

"No! I can't!" For the first time since he met Miss Charlotte Randy saw what looked like fear in her eyes. "My father wants to find Jason in my room, then he'll have the excuse he needs to demand our marriage." She glanced at the door in alarm, and suddenly rose from the bed, swiftly crossed the room and locked the door as silently as she could before turning back to face him. "I wouldn't be surprised to find him pounding on my door in a few minutes so he can catch Jason and myself in that most delicate situation."

"Do you understand?" Lady Charlotte walked back to where Worthington lay **** on the floor by Randy's feet and looked down at the prone body. "I'm pretty sure that it was my father who encouraged Jason to do this in the first place."