Taming wicked Katherine

"Are you sure Lady Charlotte?" Randy couldn't believe this spirited noblewoman who had until just a few hours ago been as chaste and proper as any fairy-tale princess was now riding his cock and teasing him like a trained courtesan. "I'm no knight in shining armour; if I had been young Percival, Lady Katherine would have been taught a lesson long before she got her pretty ass staked out on the grass."

"Oh!" Lady Marlton's gasp of excitement effected him more than he would have predicted. "Just how would you have tamed that wicked Lady Katherine?" Lifting Miss Marlton suddenly from his shaft, Randy climbed off the bed and twisted her around until she stood pinned between his thighs and the great bed. His fingers twisted easily into her lush curls and pulled her head back as his free hand slipped up between her firm breasts and closed around her throat.

"Do you think our Lady Katherine would still tease young Percival if he held her like this?" Randy growled, his fingers tightening a little around the soft skin of her neck.

"Oh Lord, she wouldn't dare." Miss Charlotte moaned softly as her back arched, pressing both her buttocks and shoulders simultaneously against him and lifting her plump breasts even higher. "She'd have to submit to whatever lustful desires she had awoken in her common servant." Randy tightened his grip in Miss Marlton's hair and let his other hand roam freely over her breasts, belly and hips savouring the smooth softness of her flesh through the silk of her camisole; none of the women he had even known had been this soft or this responsive.

Charlotte could not believe how helpless she felt in Mr. Fuller's powerful arms; helpless perhaps, but at the same time more aroused than she had ever felt before. Each firm caress of her scantily clad body made her quiver in excitement, he was so much stronger than her that he could touch her any way he wanted. She twisted and squirmed experimentally, but her tentative struggles earned an immediately response as Mr. Fuller's fingers once again momentarily restricted her breathing. When when her struggles stilled his grip loosened and once again wandered over her flesh this time even plunging between her thighs and fingering her dripping slit.

"Lustful desires like mine?" Asked Mr. Fuller "Do you believe Lady Katherine deserved her shameful fate Lady Marlton?" She could feel her knees buckle as he growled in her ear and his finger curled up into her most intimate of apertures. "Did her wicked teasing of Percival justify the brutal way he defiled her?"

"Yes!" Groaned Charlotte stunned by the conviction of her response. When she had first read the story in her collection of explicit Arthurian legends she had been shocked by the fate of the three bound captives; shocked, but also excited and undeniable aroused by the deflowering of the three maidens by the lusty Percival. Deep in her heart she knew that Lady Katherine deserved her rough treatment and suspected that the other two maidens must have also been wicked in their own ways to deserve their fates. "Oh yes, Dear Lord forgive me, is this how you'd tame that teasing Lady Katherine?"

"Oh no, Miss Marlton, I'd tame her with my cock." Mr. Fuller chuckled gleefully as he pushed her forward so her forearms rested on the mattress and he shifted his hips behind her until she could feel the probing of his manhood at the juncture of her thighs. The wickedness of being taken from behind like a bitch in heat made her even wetter than ever, and this time when Mr. Fuller pushed into her she felt no pain at all, only excitement.