She is saved

Charlotte wanted to scream in frustration, but knew she couldn't. Truly, the only thing worse than having Mr. Worthington **** her on her own bed, would be to be given to him in marriage and have to endure these assaults over and over again. She couldn't call for help, but she could fight him! Charlotte twisted wildly trying to dislodge the leg that **** her thighs open and bumped repeatedly against her sex as her pulled her nightgown up to her waist and even higher.

Jason took advantage of her thrashing legs to get his other knee between her thighs and suddenly the full weight of his pelvis was grinding against her hips. He was just too strong, too heavy and too skilled for even a healthy woman as tall and active as her, as her struggles subsided Jason chuckled coldly and lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her roughly before continuing his crude interrogation.

"Is this how you fought him when he pressed you to the ground?" Jason hissed into her ear, "or did you spread your legs for him like a whore?"

"Jason!" Charlotte was so angry she couldn't even believe this was happening. Nothing in this encounter with Mr. Worthington was anything like her experience with Black Brand. It wasn't even like what she had read in her collection of erotic novels, there was no tingle of excitement, no weakening of her principles and certainly no warmth flooding her womanhood. All she felt was nausea when his kiss bruised her lips and a cold sweat when the bulge in his tightly fitted pantaloons rubbed against her sex in a crude preview of what was sure to come.

"He's a big man, they say." Jason's breathing was rapid and harsh. "Did he have a big fat peasant cock?" Worthington's contempt of Black Brand's low station made her laugh even as she struggled to avoid this horrific fate. Mr. Fuller had behaved like a fairy-tale prince compared to this gentleman who was clearly enjoying forcing himself on her. Charlotte wished she had been claimed by the handsome blond highwayman, at least then Jason wouldn't have the pleasure of being her first. Charlotte remembered how excited she had been by the outlaw's kiss, Mr. Fuller would have made this moment one she wanted. Jason's hands pulling roughly at her nightgown dragged her brutally back to her grim reality.

"I bet he had you screaming in need." Jason's voice was raw with excitement. "I know that's what I'm going to do." Jason's cold smile reminded Charlotte of an iguana she once saw in the London Zoological Society exhibit, and she twisted fiercely trying to dislodge her attacker. "That's right Charlie, show me how you fought to defend your virtue." His cold smile took on a feral edge, "Fight me, Slut! I want you to fight me while I rip open your torn cunt!" Jason pushed her nightgown even higher and suddenly she could feel a cool breeze on her bare nipple, but before she could even wonder how her window had opened she felt his strong fingers pinch and twist sharply at the teat causing her to cry out sharply and buck like a yearling colt under his weight. That was apparently exactly what Jason was hoping for.

"Is that how you cried out Charlie, when that bastard stuck his cock in your pussy?" He viciously squeezed the sensitive peak again but this time Charlotte was ready for it and was able to stifle the shriek of pain into a harsh whimper. Jason just squeezed even harder laughing sadistically at her.

"I can't wait to hear you scream in pain when my cock-"

Mr. Worthington's contemptible monologue ended abruptly with his collapsed in a lifeless heap onto her chest and Charlotte was bewildered by with the sudden stillness. Why had he stopped? Had he passed out? And then as abruptly as he had ceased his **** Jason was lifted from her chest and deposited in a lump on the floor and Charlotte could see a dark silhouette standing by the bed.