He follows Priscilla's lead eagerly

With hungry leer, Jason bowed to the pair. "I am at your service, my Ladies." Charlotte's heart sank as her last hope evaporated like the morning dew on a summers morn.

"Perfect!" Priscilla smiled brightly although she must have known that Jason could not pass up an opportunity like this. "You see Kitten, I told you Jason would be willing to help you with your secret fantasies." To Charlotte's dismay the petite blonde pulled a length of rope from her saddlebag and wrapped the cord around her wrists tying them tightly together in front of her waist. "Here you go Lord Worthington," she offered the other end of the line to Jason, "your family goes all the way back to the Norman conquest, doesn't it? I'm sure your ancient ancestor was rewarded for his loyalty with the trembling daughter of one of the defeated Saxon Eorls." Jason took the lead with a eagerness that was unmistakable and pulled it taught experimentally.

"I'm going to enjoy this game of yours, Miss Marlton." He giggled like a schoolboy, "you should have shared these wicked inclinations with me years ago, I would have been happy to oblige."

"Please Jason, don't do this." Alone with Lord Worthington Charlotte may have been able to convince him that this was not what she wanted, but Priscilla was there to thwart her efforts.

"Listen to how sweetly she pleads, Jason, I hope you can play your role as well." With a toss of her golden curls Priscilla climbed easily into her saddle this time without Jason's help. "Go ahead my Lord, lead this bound virgin to your newly acquired castle; you can unwrap your prize under the crumbling walls of the of the keep." The look of excitement on Jason's face sent a chill through Charlotte, but she did not have time to consider her fate before the man remounted his hunter and with a firm jerk on the line pulled her to his side.

Even though Charlotte was now on foot, the pace of the last mile to St. Teresa's was only slightly slower than the first part of the ride . Whether Jason was impatient to reach the ruins so he could begin his **** on her or just because he liked watching his captive jogging along at his side didn't really matter. A quick glance at Priscilla confirmed that Miss Dunning approved of Jason's urgency; as she followed behind leading Copper, the young woman teased Lord Worthington with questions about what a victorious conqueror would do with the captured daughter of the vanquished foe. Thankfully, Charlotte was in good shape and although she would occasionally stumble on the uneven footing she did not fall, but by the time they arrived at the destination she was breathing hard and her shoulders ached. Her boots where covered in mud and the hem of her dress was streaked with grass stains and streaks of perspiration ran down her cheeks and throat.

In spite of her dire situation, Charlotte could not help but feel a sense of hope as they reached the Saint Teresa's. The outer wall of the old chapel with its dark stonework was overgrown with lush green vines of morning glory. This late in the afternoon the blossoms were all tightly closed but she had been here before in the morning and she knew how wonderous the effect was - pink, blue and purple in the background of forest green. Great evergreens towered above the chapel and the afternoon sun shown down on the quiet ruins through the gently moving foliage and the dappled lighting dancing on the stone arches was enchanting.

“Oh how lovely!” Exclaimed Priscilla. “This is just what you hoped for isn't it, my kitten?” Jason said nothing as he dismounted. He seemed to be more interested in the bound woman on the end of his rope than the ruin's charm. Jason pulled Charlotte into the main hall; and as much as she wanted to resist, after the grueling trek to Saint Teresa's she didn't have the energy to fight back. Once inside the walls of the abandoned papist chapel, Jason lead her to where he could loop the rope over an outcropping of stonework and pull the rope taught so she was all but hanging from her arms.

"Very nice, Lord Worthington." Priscilla appeared by Jason's side and admired the pretty picture of Charlotte strung up against the rough stonewall. "I think an effort like that deserves a kiss. Go ahead, Jason. Show our innocent Charlotte how a man kisses a woman. With a boyish grin, Jason closed the gap between them, and with one hand holding her chin firmly he lowered his lips to Charlotte's.