She is too weak

"God, how I like fucking you!” Black Brand groaned crudely into her ear as pushed into her again sensing how close she was to breaking. “The fine Lady Marlton spread open like a four-penny doxy, I just wish your father could see you squirming under me.” Charlotte ignored the words concentrating instead on the feel of his pelvis pressing against her hips; and the warmth of his skin where her inner thigh pressed against it. She tried to ignore the growing pleasure that emanated from where his penis brutally stretched her sex, but with each movement within her she could feel the pressure of an oncoming climax grow.

Charlotte had never even imagined that a woman could feel this much pleasure from the act of coupling, especially when her partner wasn't even trying to pleasure her, just - what was it that he had called it - oh yes 'Fucking' her. In her books, the actual mechanics of the heroine's fall from grace were often veiled and difficult to follow for someone with her lack of experience, but now as she felt his manhood parting her flower and pushing into her again and again, some of those passages suddenly made much more sense.

She should have felt outrage or humiliation at the way he had spread her wide under him, there was no way she could fight him, not with one leg chained to the bed frame and her other leg held in the iron grip of his arm. She could do nothing to prevent his cock from probing again and again into her, but that did not explain her body's traitorous response to the insistent thrusting of his swollen member, in spite of her best efforts she moaned in pleasure. Heaven help her, it hurt so good! She tried desperately to make this hooligan stop this **** before she shamefully betrayed herself.

Again and again he filled her with his magnificent penis until she was moaning like an Italian Count's concubine, she knew her moans of pleasure only encouraged the beast and tried to stop but it was a lost cause. Mr. Fuller had already evened the score between his family and hers by deflowering her, but what he was doing now was worse. Like in her erotic books; the villainous man was ravishing the innocent heroine and just like them, she could no longer fight him, the same unmistakable tingling warmth that preceded her orgasms was building between her splayed legs and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

Nothing in Randy's experience had prepared him for the feeling of power and mastery he felt as he enjoyed Miss Charlotte squirming under his hips. He had never before thought to bind a woman to enhance sexual pleasure, not even after seeing the chained slaves at the auctions of Brazil had he felt tempted to shackle a woman to his bed and take her however he wanted. But there was something about this experience that he knew he'd have to revisit. Was it because it was the lovely Miss Marlton he had spread out beneath him? Would any other woman excite him this much if he bound her for his pleasure, somehow he doubted it.

“Are you satisfied now?” Randy heard Lady Marlton groan as he slid in even deeper than ever, “**** your virgin captive when she can't do anything but lie there and take it.” It may be just his imagination but she sounded aroused, not angry. “Is this how you take your **** on the Lords and Ladies that you so despise, by abducting their chaste daughters and forcing them.” Randy watched her knuckles whiten on her small fists clutching at the bedding as he pushed slowly into her yet again. Her voice was louder as she gasped out more provocative words, “Fucking their privileged offspring with your common cock.”

Randy couldn't even imagine someone as fine as Miss Marlton using words like that, but the was no mistaking what she was saying. “Your big, fat, peasant cock fucking my tight sex...Oh God...your cock fucking me...forcing me...your hard fucking cock ... going to make me cum....” Randy had been trying to keep the pace nice and slow to make this experience last as long as possible, but between the dirty words and her rocking back against him faster and faster and there was nothing he could do to control his body's response. Miss Marlton's face was dripping with sweat and her wild eyes were opened wide as was her mouth as she gasped out her final words before breaking. “... tied down, spread open and fucked...can't stop you...Oh Lord forgive me...this fat cock is going to make me...AAaaigghh!”

Her climax destroyed what little restraint Randy had left and he felt his seed jet from his cock and bathe her spasming sex. Randy wasn't ready for Charlotte's response to her deflowering, he had certainly not expected her to like it! Chained to the bed with her legs held open, he had stuffed her full until she exploded in a climax like he had never thought he'd see. The feeling of her tight pussy clenched around his shrinking cock, so hot and wet was unlike anything he had ever experienced, and he knew absolutely, one he could never forget. He pulled back a little and thrust forward again three more times wanting to experience every bit of her tightness before he lost his the last of his firmness. Randy's breathing was as ragged as Lady Marlton's when he collapsed onto her breasts pressing her into the mattress and for a few seconds after his climax he felt a tingling in his fingertips and toes much like they felt when they had been nearly frostbit in the Antarctic seas.

Under his weight Miss Charlotte moaned softly, but anything she may have been trying to say was undecipherable. Randy breathed in the scent of her hair deeply as he lay on her back, he'd give a month's pay to know what she was thinking right now.