She pleads for mercy

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 prepared her for how good it could feel to let a man use her only for his own pleasure. This was exactly how the Viking raider of her fantasy might introduce a captured Saxon princess to her new role as his toy, and in spite of how wrong this entire experience was, Charlotte wanted nothing more than to play out the role of the captured maiden.

Her collection of hidden books spelled out, in varying degrees of explicitness, the inevitable consequence of a fair maiden taken by the enemy. In many of them the poor young woman was made to beg and moan in pleasure by the time her ordeal was over, and as she felt his swollen member press between her petals, she knew that even though she was still sore from last time that she too would be doing just that. For now though, she imagined herself as the captured maiden resisting the first sinful invasion of her flesh.

"Please, you mustn't!" Even as she begged like a helpless captive she felt Mr. Fuller's manhood drive deeper into her sex. "I'm a Lady, I can't be covered like a yearling ewe is mounted by a breeding ram!"

"Oh God, no!" Charlotte hoped her moan of despair sounded believable. It was wrong of course, but to be a hapless virgin taken by a band of plundering raiders and **** like an animal excited her in a way that she could never have predicted. The mental image of a ancient princess submitting to the coarse demands of a brutal warrior only added to pleasure radiating from her sex as Mr. Fuller plunged even deeper into her tight confines.

"Ow, you're too big!" Charlotte felt Mr. Fuller hesitate slightly and before he could stop she backed as hard as she could, impaling herself on his magnificent cock. "Oh stop, please have mercy on me. Your manhood is ripping me open, you're so big, so powerful!" Charlotte felt Mr. Fuller's hands grab her hips and she knew that at least part of him was pleased and excited by this scenario that she was playing out. Suddenly she felt Mr. Fuller grab a handful of her hair and pull her half upright so he could grope her breasts as he drove his cock into her from behind. The feeling of him being so completely in control sent waves of unimaginable pleasure shoot through her body from her core all the way to the tips of her ears.

"I know that's what you are doing." She moaned into the bedding, "Plundering my innocent body until you've broken the last remaining resistance, taming this prideful captive until she's ready to be bred." 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.

"Should I plant my seed in your fertile womb?" Randy panted wildly as his fingers squeezed tightly around her perfect breast, "Is that how an outlaw tames a prideful maiden like you?" He remembered how just minutes before she had goaded him into this rough encounter. Is this really what she wanted from him?

"Oh my sweet Lord, you are so strong, I can't stop you, I can't." Miss Marlton's needy gasp once again made him wonder, but like before Miss Marlton ground her buttocks back against his pelvis and that was all the encouragement Randy needed to continue his rough handling of this beautiful woman. His free hand left her tit and climbed higher until it clenched firmly around her slender throat.

"You haven't given me an answer, My Lady." His strong fingers must surely be marking her tender flesh as he tightened his fingers but she didn't complain, instead her back arched and with a needy moan she continued her pleading.

"Please have mercy!" Charlotte knew too well how many women, many even younger than her, were taken against their will and ended up with the babies of the very men who **** themselves upon them implanted in their wombs. "Don't shame me like that, anything but that."

"Don't you want my warrior son 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 in truth, the last thing he wanted was to burden this young woman with his illegitimate offspring to raise within that hateful manor. Unlike him Miss Marlton seemed to have a much more complicated response to the idea of an illegitimate pregnancy.

"No, you mustn't!" Even as Miss Charlotte was begging him not to bring this act to its logical conclusion, she was once again grinding her backside even harder against his pelvis. "Dear Lord, you're going to fill my ripe womb with your child!" For some reason, the combination of her body's needy response with Miss Marlton's description of her breeding made Randy's nuts swell. He could at most get in one or two more strokes before the tightness of her sex overcame any of his reservations.