He uses her like a cheap whore

"Didn't anyone ever tell you Lady Marlton?" Randy asked as he pushed her back onto the bed. "That's what common outlaws do when they have a high-born maiden like you helplessly under our control." He meant the words as a jest, but even as they came out he realized that that was exactly what she had expected. Even if he released her now, without any further presumptions upon her honour, no one in her family would believe she was unspoiled after spending several hours alone in the company of an lawless thug like him. The earlier anger he felt when he was reminded of his feud with the Marlton family flashed like priming powder on a pan and he pulled sharply on Lady Marlton's thick hair until her pale throat was fully exposed and her back arched lifting her full breasts tightly against the wet silk of her camisole.

"Please," his lovely captive pleaded, "I'll do what you want, but be gentle with me."

"Ballocks!" Randy swore as he bit down on the tender flesh of her shoulder, kneed her thighs apart and settled his hips between them. "I'm going to Roger you like bull grinds a heifer." He regretted the coarse words coming out of his mouth as soon as he said them, this was no dock-side whore to lift up against some alley wall and fuck while your mates laughed and joked, for all her family's faults Charlotte Marlton was a undeniably a Lady, and very likely as chaste as she claimed. However, before he could find a way to undo the hurtful words Miss Marlton surprised him with her own crude riposte, even as her legs spread wide and her hands grabbed his hair and dragged his mouth to the swollen mounds that still dripped with cool water.

"You fucking outlaw." She rasped harshly, "You're going to deflower your prize as she begs for mercy." Yes! Randy admitted to himself, that is exactly what he was going to do - although to be fair Lady Marlton wasn't so much begging for mercy or fighting as she was squirming under him like a top-notch trollop.

"That's right you strumpet, I'm going to bury myself as deep into your high-class cunt as my cock can berth." The seams of her silk undergarments burst as he tore them from her loins along with one or more of the garter straps that held the smooth stockings high on her soft thighs. Now nothing stood between his throbbing manhood and her most private treasure.

"You're going to have to **** that huge man-organ into my tight passage!" She whispered into his ear. "Your nasty cock squeezing into my untouched gateway, tearing me open and ruining me for any other man." The small hands that had so recently been entangled in his hair now moved to his chest and pushed futilely against him. "I'll have to fight you." Her hips twisted under Randy's in an half-hearted attempt to dislodge him. "I'll fight, but you'll overpower me easily and use my virginal body for your base pleasure." Randy wasn't sure if she was egging him on, trying to shame him into releasing her, or living out some forbidden fantasy but by now it no longer mattered. He couldn't stop now even if a 12-pounder was aimed right at his heart, the head of his cock slipped easily between her slick petals and the wild movement of her hips only encouraged his entry into her depths.

"Oh, dear Lord in Heaven!" She moaned as he pressed into her, "You're going to punish me and my family with that thing ..." Miss Marlton's voice faltered when he reached the final barrier, but even as he pressed against her hymen her voice rose in both pitch and volume "... ravage my innocent body with your swollen -" Randy ended her monologue abruptly with a hard kiss and as her mouth opened in surrender he shifted his weight forward and sank deep into her sex. Her sharp cry of pain was half swallowed by his mouth, but she arched her back violently as he claimed her causing her lips to twist away from him and the cave was filled with the sound of her voice.

"Aaiiighh!" Just as Charlotte had feared the Highwayman had not been gentle at all, this was no suitor's gentle seduction her captor was a common outlaw taking her for his own pleasure. But even as he repeated his brutal thrust, evoking another involuntary gasp of pain as he sank even deeper into her untried body Charlotte felt a explosion of pleasure that was only partly masked by the discomfort of the moment. Nothing in her limited experience touching herself had prepared her for the jolt of electrical energy that blossomed in her womb and shot out like shooting stars to every other part of her body from the tips of her toes the the tingling of her scalp. With each further stroke the pain subsided and the pleasure grew, until she could only whimper in **** need as he pulled back and then moan in hedonistic delight as he filled her completely with the downstroke. Ironically, now that Charlotte had been rendered speechless, Black Brand finally found his tongue.

"**** you like this, Lady Marlton?" He grunted as he bottomed out inside her. "Ravage your tight little pussy, while you cry out in pain?" The pace of his strokes was increasing "Where's the fight, Miss Marlton?" He mocked her as he filled her again. "I think you are starting to like this!"

"No, you mustn't." Charlotte tried to protest, but deep inside she knew he was absolutely correct. She was enjoying the feeling of a man inside her far more than she ever thought any woman ever could, and this was only her first time.

"Oh but I must. I'll punish you Lady Marlton, I'll punish you until you beg for my seed."

"Oh God!" Charlotte hadn't even considered the potential consequence of this coupling. "You have to stop!" She pleaded but the Highwayman only increased the **** of each thrust that pinned her to the bed, using angry words to augment the anger of each one.

"This is for my father's farm." He grunted, "and this is for my flogging." Charlotte knew she should be doing everything in her power to stop the climatic ending to this encounter, but the passion and virility of the man was overwhelming and she lay back and received each thrust in passive surrender. "This is for impregnating Mary!" A memory in her mind was trying to fight its way past the raw sexual need she was responding to, "and this is for abandoning her to die!" Even as Charlotte felt the hot warmth of her captor's life essence fill her womb, she knew who Black Brand was, the memory of the angry man who was beaten from her father's hall over six months ago was a vivid as yesterday.

No wonder Black Brand hated her family so, and no wonder he had defiled her and possibly even compromised her forever with a bastard baby in her belly. Mr. Fuller was not overcome by her beauty, he was simply treating her as Mary had been treated while under the so-called protection of her father's roof. This man hated her and her family, and even so Charlotte was so close to her own release she didn't even care; her hips rocked urgently against the still hard member embedded deep within her and she could feel the familiar warmth growing as she got closer - she was building to the biggest most shameful climax of her entire life.