The sun was warm as Ester walked naked from the secluded hot spring. She had been coming here every day since she discovered the little oasis two years ago when her father, Lord Sinclair had announced that she was to be married. She had been very angry with him and she sought to punish her him. So she ran away and in the process she stumbled across this little piece of heaven by mistake. You see Ester was used to getting what she wanted and she did not want a husband. But her father had looked far and wide for just the right man. Her betrothed was a knight of good standing, a Crusader from the House of Kent, who was away fighting heathens in the Holy Land. He had agreed with the conditions set forth for the betrothal and sent word that he would collect his intended when he returned. She knew it was wrong, but she prayed daily that he would forget to come and get her.
She had actually begun to think that her prayers had been answered when her eighteenth birthday came and went and there was no sign of her knight. She smiled as she stretched out in the soft grass and the warmth of the sun lulled her until she could no longer hold her eyes open.
Sir Matthew of the House of Kent watched the girl as she stepped out of the pool of water. It had been too long since he had been with a fair skinned woman. Just the sight of her naked body made his blood stir, running hot and molten as it raced through his veins. His manhood strained against his leggings begging to be freed. He used to a man of honor, but no more. War had changed him and changed him in the worse way, made him into a creature he did not even recognize. He watched her as she stretched out in the tall grass. His manhood throbbed with need. It would be so easy, who would be the wiser? It was not like she was someone important for god's sake, she was not the Lords daughter; she had to be a peasant, a serf. A lady would never find herself alone without her guard to protect her. And she most certainly would not be lying naked in the tall grasses of a secluded meadow.
He moved closer. She was a tiny thing, but shapely and beautiful with hair the color of ripened wheat. A woman that beautiful was made for just one thing and one thing only and that would be for a man to ride hard between her thighs. He decided that after he raped her, he would take her to his home where he could take her at his leisure. His betrothed would nary say a word and if she did, he would quickly teach her her place.
But this little morsel was not going to get away. She would be a pleasant diversion from his husbandly duties and if his wife proved to be comely, then all the more. Quickly, he shed his chain maul, jerkin, shirt, leggings and hose. He put his boots back on, took a rag and wadded it up in his hand and then he picked up three or four long leather thongs that he was accustom to carrying and crept toward the sleeping woman. She had a small sword close by her hand that he managed to move out of her reach without waking her. He had the element of surprise on his side
He descended upon her and her eyes flew open as did her mouth. He stuffed the rag into it and secured it behind her head with a hard knot. He quickly rolled her over onto her belly and tied her hands behind her back and then rolled her back over. She tried to kick at him, but he held her legs wide open and down with his hands. He bent his head down to taste her, but stopped and looked around, he thought he heard voices. He stood and then he bent down and picked her up and bounced her hard against his shoulder to stop her struggles. He ran to where his clothes lay and picked them up before he carried her off into the deepest darkest part of the forest where he was sure no one would follow.
Several miles in, he came across a shack long ago abandoned. He kicked open the door and walked inside. He kicked the door closed behind him. The light of day was dimmed by the thin oil skins that covered the two window panes. It was a small room, a single room with a table that was missing a leg, a chair, and a bed in the corner. The bed had some kind of make shift mattress on it that had been stuffed with straw. There were a few animal pelts thrown on top of the bed that were covered in a thick layer of dust. The bed itself looked to be in good repair, he was sure it would hold his weight. Her threw her down on the bed and quickly secured a shapely leg to each corner. He pushed her upper body over and untied her hands. She slapped at him and he clubbed her in the head with his fist, dazing her long enough to tie each of her arms to a corner of the head of the bed. Now she laid before him spread eagle.
He wanted to kiss her, but didn't dare remove the gag from her mouth. He kneeled down on the bed between her thighs and then crawled up her body until he had a hand planted on either side of her chest. He watched her face as he prepared to assault her nipples. She was violently shaking her head from side to side. The gag muffled her screams. With a wicked smile he lowered his head and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. He rolled his tongue around the hard taunt pink bud and then nipped at it with his teeth, he felt her shiver.
He reared back on his heels and pushed her legs farther apart. He then began to slowly stroke himself. She watched with in terror as his erection lengthened and became more ridged. At his touch, she pulled harder against the bounds that held her. She sobbed as his fingers pulled back the soft petals of flesh that hid her womanhood. His body screamed for release and he prepared to enter her. She felt him touch her with the head of his cock. She cried out in pain as he pushed his swollen erection into the opening of her sheath. He reached down and with both hands; he lifted her hips up off the bed and thrust himself deep into her body ripping through her maiden head.
Tears streamed from her eyes and she sobbed as the pain became more intense with each thrust. He was surprised to find that she was still a virgin; the old Lord must not have been the man he thought him to be.
Sir Matthew continued to pound away at her, he did not care that she was an innocent. She would soon learn her place in life and right now that was pleasuring him. He looked down and could see her blood coating his cock each time he pulled back. The sight of her blood excited him, making him harder. He increased his tempo and thrust deeper and harder into her. She lay rolling her head from side to side as she whimpered.
God she was tight, he leaned down and filled his mouth with a taunt ripe nipple and he wanted to mark her as his, so he bit down until he tasted blood. He lifted his head and smiled at the teeth marks he had left around the soft pink areola. The bite was deep; she would bare his mark for the rest of her life. He lifted her hips higher up off the mattress and continued to thrust himself deep into her. Her sobs had nearly stopped and she lay motionless, he felt a familiar tightening in his balls as they slapped against her pretty little ass. He pulled her bottom up tight against him each time he impaled her. Each thrust more arduous than the last, and then with a great primal howl he collapsed on top of her, filling her womb with his hot seed.
As he lay there on top of her, spent and exhausted he made the decision that would leave her here for the time being; he would go and collect his bride and send her on to his home. Then he would come back here and spend a few leisurely days between the sweet thighs of this fragile little flower he had tucked away in the woods. He felt his cock stir within her again. He pulled out of her and then he said.
"I'm going to untie your legs. If you kick me, I will beat you. Do you understand me?"
Threw her tears she nodded that she did.
He took hold of her ankles and lifted her feet high above her head bending her body in half. He then entered her. God she felt so good, she was so damn tight. He increased his rhythm and she tried to scream, but the lack of air in her lung and the gag would not let anything but a muffled sound past her lips. She passed out and from the pain as he fucked her. She fit him so damned snug that the muscles that lined the walls of her sheath convulsed around him with each deep thrust. He had never taken a virgin before, were all women this tight before they become accustomed to the fit of a man. He felt his balls tighten and once again the sound of his voice echoed off the walls as he filled her womb with his seed.
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When he arrived at the gates to collect his betrothed, the whole place seemed to be in a great turmoil. He called up to the watchman. "I am Matthew of Kent and I am here to fetch my betrothed, the fair Lady Ester."
