She moans like a harlot

From this position with her head lowered against the bedding and her naked buttocks raised high in the air Charlotte could only imagine how **** and exposed she must look. Several of her books hinted at men and women coupling in this manner, but nothing she had ever read nor the titillating conversations she had with her newly married friends prepared her for the waves of pleasure she felt as Mr. Fuller hard cock slipped into her from behind. In fact, the thought of one of her proper schoolfriends allowing their husbands to mount them in this wicked manner made her almost giggle even as the next moan of pleasure swept through her. This was not how a husband and wife would consummate their wedding vows, this was more like how a Viking raider might introduce the captured daughter of a vanquished foe to her new role as his toy or a wealthy customer might use a whore for his carnal release.

Charlotte had seen painted streetwalkers plying their trade on the streets of London as her carriage rolled by their nighttime haunts. The shameless women had no way of knowing that the occupant of the carriage was a woman even younger than many of them when they lifted their skirts or pulled down their bodices displaying their wares for anyone with the money to spend, or maybe they just didn't care. For all she knew, some of the harlot's best customers might even be women looking for something that their husbands could not provide. Whomever pulled one of these brazen streetwalkers into their carriage would not be interested in a tender loving encounter, neither would they care about how these fallen woman might feel abut being used like an object.

She could well imagine these harlots placed on their hands and knees in this very position for their John's to use for their pleasure. Instead of protesting, Charlotte was strangely excited by Mr. Fuller's demands, did this make her a whore? These thoughts were brutally interrupted by the sudden intrusion of hard flesh deep into her core. There was little pain this time, only a slight discomfort as her flesh stretched to accommodate his size, and almost immediately she felt pleasure growing from within.

"Oh God, yes!" Her moan of satisfaction sounded just like what she imagined one of those sad hapless girls with their roughed faces might say to please their customer but she didn't care. In fact the mental image of a **** young girl submitting to the coarse demands of a stranger only added to pleasure radiating from her sex as Mr. Fuller plunged even deeper into her tight confines. "Take me, take me you black-guard, plunder my body until you've spent every last ounce of your strength taming this willful captive." That's what she was, a maiden captured by a warrior chained to his bed and used again and again by the man for his pleasure. Excited by her words, Mr. Fuller grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her half upright so he could growl into her ear as he drove his cock into her from behind.

"Should I plant my seed in your fertile womb?" He panted wildly, "Is that how an outlaw tames a prideful maiden like you?" He remembered how just minutes before she had goaded him into taking her like this. Is this really what she wanted from him?

"Oh my sweet Lord, this is so wrong." Miss Marlton's needy gasp was not really an answer, but the way she ground her buttocks back against his shaft was all Randy needed to continue his rough handling of his beautiful captive. His free hand encircled her torso and closed firmly around her jiggling mound of milky flesh.

"You haven't given me an answer, My Lady." His strong fingers must surely be marking her tender flesh as her twisted at her breast but she didn't complain, instead her back arched and with a needy moan she pressed her tit firmly into his groping hand. "Do you want my bastard growing in your oh-so-pure womb?" Until this moment, Randy hadn't given much thought to the consequences of this unbridled coupling with Miss Marlton, but the last thing he wanted was to burden this young woman with his illegitimate offspring to raise within that hateful manor.

"You must!" Instead of pleading for mercy, Miss Charlotte was encouraging him to complete this act of retribution. "You've already well filled my womb, but you must take me again and again until your vengeance is complete. Breed me like a bull breeds a heifer!" At Miss Marlton's passionate cry of surrender Randy felt his nuts swell he could at most get in one or two more strokes before the tightness of her sex overcame any of his reservations.