He is certainly willing

Lady Marlton's gasp of excitement effected him more than he would have predicted. Randy lifted Miss Marlton suddenly from 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.

"Take you like this?" Randy growled, his fingers tightening a little around the soft skin of her neck. "Is this what you want from me?" The chain that held her ankle to the bed post reminded her once again of the Homeric telling of the fall of Troy and the fate of the captured and enslaved women of the city.

"Oh Lord, yes! Take me like a Achilles claimed his prize." Miss Charlotte moaned softly as her back arched, pressing both her buttocks and shoulders simultaneously against him and lifting her plump breasts even higher. "Brises had ****, she had to submit to whatever lustful desires that conquering warrior demanded." 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 creamy texture of her flesh; 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 exposed 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. Mr. Fuller's powerful fingers closed tightly on her throat momentarily restricted her breathing, and only when her struggles stilled did his grip loosen and once again wander possessively over her flesh this time even plunging between her thighs and fingering her dripping slit that still throbbed from his tongue.

"Lustful desires like mine?" Asked Mr. Fuller "Do you believe an outlaw like me has the right to despoil the daughters of his oppressors?" She could feel her knees buckle as he growled in her ear and his finger curled up into her most intimate of apertures. "Does your family's shameful abandonment of my sister justify my defiling of you?"

"Yes!" Groaned Charlotte stunned by the conviction of her response. When she had first read the stories in her collection of erotica she had been shocked by the fates of the female heroines; shocked, but also excited and undeniable aroused by the deflowering of the maidens by all manner of pirates, savages and scoundrels. Deep in her heart she knew that in some primal way she deserved her rough treatment and suspected that the maidens in those books must have also in their own way somehow deserve their fates. "Oh yes, Dear Lord forgive me, make me pay for my father's sins."

"As you wish, Lady Marlton." Mr. Fuller grunted as he pushed her forward so her forearms rested on the mattress and he shifted his hips behind her until Charlotte 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, only raw sexual excitement that a woman of her standing should never feel.