He brings her writing materials.

"Here Lady Marlton," Black Brand is once again by her side, but instead of standing before her naked and rampant, he is fully clothed and holding a wooden box in his strong hands. Charlotte blinked in surprise as she tried to figure out what he was holding; what was this brigand doing now?

"It's a lap desk." He explained as he set it on the bed next to her, "you are going to write to your father and tell him exactly what I tell you to." Charlotte opened the cover of the hinged case, inside she saw a stack of paper, three fine ivory inkpens with tarnished silver nips, a small glass vial of ink and a well worn blotter.

"Where did you get this?" As soon as she asked the question she realized how stupid it was. Where does an outlaw highwayman get anything this fine? "Never mind." She waved off his answer. Charlotte ran her hand over the fine grained wood of the writing case before taking one of the sheets of paper and laying it by her side. The simple routine of laying out the paper, opening the inkwell and selecting a pen helped calm her nerves enough that she thought she'd be able to do as he said.

So little about this encounter made any sense at all. Nearly all she knew about the lust of men came from her hidden erotic romances and the initial actions taken by this coarse man fit her expectations nearly perfectly. Her captor had bound her and led away to his lair, undressed and groped her sweet flesh as she hung by her wrists, this was just what she had been led to expect. But then, he stopped. By all accounts he should have thrown her onto the bed, ruthlessly pulled apart her knees as she pleaded uselessly and then used his manhood to tear away her virginity. In her books, the pretty young heroine was usually rescued just in time by a dashing officer of the dragoons or a polished Italian Marquise who spoke perfect English with a charming accent - usually, but not always.

Charlotte's hand trembled slightly as she tapped the pen gently on the side of the inkwell to remove any excess ink but she had a hard time clearing her mind. It was all to easy to imagine herself the Trojan princess, Briseis, carried to Achilles' tent as his captured prize, and Black Brand as the Greek hero who ravished her over and over again until she could no longer resist her handsome lord. The same warmth that heated her core just minutes ago when he had caressed her breasts and kissed her lips was building again between her thighs. 'Dear Lord forgive me!' Charlotte prayed silently hoping that the Highwayman wouldn't realize how **** she was as she sat on the bed with her ankle chained to the bed post. If he wanted her...if he pulled her small clothes down to her ankles she'd spread her legs for him just like Briseis spread herself open for Achilles.

"Are you ready?" Demanded Black Brand and for just an instant Charlotte thought he had read her mind and was asking her if she was ready for him to climb between her thighs and make her his, thankfully he spoke again before she completely embarrassed herself. "I want you to write to your father, tell him that you have been captured by Black Brand and that I have some demands if he wants to see his daughter returned to him unharmed." Charlotte's ardour cooled significantly, the Highwayman did want money. What he said before had been a lie just as his kisses and bold caresses had meant nothing - she had been a fool to think anything else.

She started the letter carefully, addressing it to her father just as he asked but as she wrote it occurred to her that there was a good chance that this uncultured outlaw wouldn't be able to read any of what she wrote, did she dare add a line or two letting her father know she was being held at Rainbow Falls?