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A Baron's Revenge {Marcuss & Darkness}

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The sun just setting , its rays offering a color filled view over the freshly picked fields. Upon the balcony of the ancient stone keep, Baron Julius Hendricks stared out at the road that led to his home and the slow moving carriage that had just come into his view though still a few miles away. The fine woven cloak fluttered behind him, snapping occasionally with the sharp winds. The dark hair moved as well , hanging loose past his shoulders while the deep brown hues focused upon the approaching carriage.

In his right hand a crumpled letter that he had by now memorized and his mind continued to mull over it's contents. Surprisingly ,then again not really, Seems his brother and wife were killed by bandits as they were heading home from a vacation. The letter expressed its condolences but as the only living male of the family seems he was getting a ward. Their daughter from what he had been told was a spitting image of her mother at that age , that is what had gotten the wheels in his mind churning.

A little more then sixteen years past Maria was his. They were slated to marry as, he was the older of the brothers , which would have expanded their lands seeing as her father's barony was right on their borders. Then War came and he led thier troops in with the kings army. Seemed during his absence his weaselly little brother snagged the girls heart and by the time he had returned his brother had convinced the girl to elope. Damned women and their lack of discipline. His fingers caused the paper to crumble in his hand even more. Since then he had not seen nor heard from his brother having banished him form the lands with their father's blessing.

His laugh dark and twisted echoed from the balcony.. Now he had their daughter , heir to the lands and soon would be signing them over to him. Tossing the paper in the brazier for it contained a few other things not for anyone to know.. Seemed as well rumor had it sweet little girl was a pain doll. Though still a virgin seemed she would often slip down to the dungeons of her mothers keep and avail herself upon the various techniques of the interrogators for fun. The dark smile graced his features as the gates lifted allowing the carriage to make its way in past the deep moat.

The keep itself made of a rare black stone, smooth as a baby's bottom was biult upon the edge the cliffs , that some drops were close to four hundred feet at certain spots. A natural river ran past the keep which allowed for a number of natural defenses. He could breath the salty air looking down to the bay , the city a lit with the lights of the streets. Smiling he turned "Make sure the Baroness is welcomed Once she is settled escort her to my private study" the servants rushed off not wishing to make the Master angry

His steps echoed upon teh empty halls to hsi study already formulating what he would do with the girl
 
The dark cherry oak carriage rattled along the path to the stone keep. It had been almost a month since the death of Baroness Maria and Baron Damien Hendricks and their young daughter was still mourning their passing. The small carriages white curtains had been replaced with black ones and the driver and footmen of the carriage were clad all it black. And young Angelique, or Angel for short, wasn't the only one that was still mourning the passing of the kind Baron and his wife. Everyone that lived in their lands was upset.

As they neared Angeliques new home, the young teen looked out the window at the keep and she softly sighed, another tear slowly slipping down her pale cheek which she wiped away with a handkerchief and a soft sniffle. She didn't want to go and live with her uncle. The girl had never met him before and from what her parents had told her, he was a very intimidating man and she was terrorfied to meet him. She glanced up at the black keep and knew that life with her uncle would be much different from what she was used to.

As a spitting image of her mother, Angel had long gently curling hair that was as black as the sky on a moonless night and soft flawless skin that was the color of fresh milk. She had long eyelashes that framed her beautiful pale blue eyes. Those were the only thing that she had gotten from her father's side of the family. While her mother had dark blue-green eyes, hers were pale ice blue. They weren't like her fathers eyes, whose eyes were the same color as his brother and mother, but like her grandfathers. Cold, calculating and full of intelligence.

That was one thing about the gentle girl that was different from her mother. Her mother had been a bit on the airheaded side. Naive and carefree about things, always gossiping about things and being a perfect lady. But Angelique was a whole other story. The girl never gossiped about things. Instead, she listened to everything around her and she read alot. But even then she was a sweet girl.... Though, that sweet girl had a secret that she would never dare to let others know and if she had to, she would resort to trickery and violence to keep the seceret hidden.

The girl liked to slip away from her maids to take part in certain activities that would put the most perverted of people to shame. She loved pain. Especially when she was the one under pain though she enjoyed watching others in pain as well. She had begun such things when she was little older then fifteen when she snuck down to the dungeons to find out where the screams were coming from one evening and as she watched a man get flogged, the young girl had become fairly aroused and was caught pleasuring herself by one of the interrogators and ever since she had went to them to have her lust for pain satiated.

The sound of the gate of the keep opening brought the girl out of her thoughts and she looked out the window again with a sigh before closing her eyes and rubbing her temple. She was tired from the trip and hoped to get some rest before having to meet her new guardian.
 
He pulled the fine cloak off of his shoulders setting it upon the coat stand. Already the fire had warmed the room , burning brightly as the shadows danced their wicked dance adding to the ambiance of the room and of his room. The dark shirt and pants hung easily over his frame, built and shaped by the long years of war and battle. The shelves were lined with trophies and metals of his long career, Books filled in the spaces. Over the fire was his old war ax and dented shield. The family crest upon it , an intricate Celtic knot, its meaning long lost over the centuries. The steady steps touched softly upon the thick furs as he walked to his desk. Looking at it he smiled while he opened the top drawer laying out several papers all he had already read , correspondence from several figures.

Next for an added effect he placed his riding crop in plain view upon his desk and within easy reach for him if he was to sit down. Over the years many had courted him and at one point even teh king had told him he needed to marry but now it would seem the need for an heir was now solely upon his shoulders. He paused at the idea that crossed his mind , for it was not unheard of for one to marry their niece, not common but still he could get away with it.

With her entrance into his keep, her jacket would be taken and her things whisked to her quarters. Stepping into the large hall, Marble floors under her feet, the crystal chandler above her and spiral stairs leading up to the next floor. "Welcome Miss Hendricks, my condolences on your loss and I know you are tired but the Master wishes to speak with you before you get settled in . " The man was older yet held a kindly look to him. Graying hair tied back neatly with a dark butler's outfit. He turned sharply leading her down several hallways till a he knocked at the door before opening it for her , the light of the fire spilling out to the hallway.
 
As the carriage was drawn to a stop, Angelique took a deep breath and sighed before looking up as the carriage door was opened by a footman. Smiling at the man, she held out her gloved hand and slowly stood up, stepping out of the carriage with his help. After stepping out, she looked up at her new home with a soft sigh and she pulled her long cloak tighter around her body.

The young girl was clad all in black and she looked like some gothic and morbid beauty from story books. Her dress was made from black silk. It rested precariously on the edges of her shoulders and the bell-sleeves went down past her fingers by about an inch. Her skirt was floor length and fell in gentle layers around her long legs and beneath her dress she wore the corset that was required of women. It caused her breasts to be pushed up so an ample amount of clevage could be seen. Within her hair, which was pulled up into a beautiful updo, was an ebony comb that a black lace veil was attached to and it covered her face.

After slowly entering the keep, she jumped slightly as her fur trimmed cloak was taken and she slowly looked around at the place. It all screamed grandure but everything was so cold and unwelcoming. She looked up at the butler and bowed her head slightly before silently following him as he led the way down several halls, her boots clicking sharply on the marble floors.

Upon reaching the study, she paused outside of the room after the door was opened and she looked at the older man for a moment before slowly entering the room. She continued to walk into the room until she stood in the center of it and she stood there in silence with her shoulders pulled back and her head held high. Clenched in her lace covered hands was a handkerchief which she twisted in her hands a little as she waited to be addressed.

With the firelight dancing over her body, Angelique looked just like some kind of doll. Fragile and easy to break. Because of her veil, it was a little difficult to see the young baroness' face though every now and then a sparkle could be seen as a single tear fell but she quickly and wiped it away with her handkercheif.
 
The door opening would cause him to turn , his hard hues falling upon the vision of the girl before and it was for a moment it seemed like he had just been taken back over a dozen years. A different time and different place but then so long ago and he was a different person. Sighing as the door closed behind her he watched her actions taking out of taking care of the tear ."My condolences girl.. Please have a seat, I know you have had a long journey but there are things we need to speak of first. "

His deep voice dominated the room for that moment offering to her the large chair set before his mahogany while he walked around to his seat. He kept a close eye on her completely amazed at just how much like her mother she looked. Of course he had been told of such but then he never truly believed it. Which made his need to control her that much more , to take her and make her mine. Oh his revenge would be perfect knowing his brother would be turning in his grave . Of course he would have turned if he knew the girls secrets.

He chuckled to himself " Welcome to your new home girl but well there are certain matters We need to speak of. First .." he turned a paper over towards her " This is a statement that you are giving me control over your parents lands once you turn of age. Of which I will expect you will be signing on that day. " His eyes stayed to her as he spoke watching her expressions for of course he would know what would come next
 
Slowly looking up at the man before her, Angelique gazed at him for a moment before slowly moving over to the offered seat and she sat down, her movements graceful. The girl could feel his gaze upon her as she sat there completely still with her hands folded in her lap, carefully watching him as he sat down across from her. She didn't like the way he stared at her and watched her, making her feel as if she were some kind of prey.

At the mention of matters that they needed to speak of, she arched an eyebrow and slowly reached up, lifting her veil from her pale face. She looked just like her mother did at her age. After lifting the black lace from her face, she reached out and picked up the statement and read over it before turning her cold blue eyes to her uncle. Her gaze was unreadable with the exception of the small frown on her lips.

"I'm afraid to disappoint you sir." she said father firmly. "But I will be doing no such thing." She placed the statement back down on the desk and gazed into his eyes. Oh how she already disliked the man sitting before her, but it didn't show. Angelique sat there studying the man for a little while, her lips pouted ever so slightly to show she was deep in thought about something.
 
He watched her careful graceful movements while she took her chair coming to be still. He grinned at her reactions to his words and how she spoke to her. Finding that as the lace was lifted from her face how beautiful she was. He chuckled at her words while his fingers slipped over the flogger upon his desk , enjoying the leather and roughness of the handle. "My dear before you go making any brash decisions here let me read something to you

My Dear Baron
I have recently come across some news that you should be aware of your new charge. This comes from a concern of a possible scandal that could hurt the house though I have already taken care of those that know or have been a part of the activities. It seems that the girl for the past year had been coming into the dungeon to feed a particular need. Seems the girl Angelique , your niece, has a penchant for pain. She would let my interrogators whip, and beat her, often times using my torture devices while she obtain a diabolical pleasure, A few times by my own hands. And M'Lord I can attest the girl has quite the exquiste form. Still I can also guarantee she is still pure. Feel free ofcourse to use this information as you need And I am sure you will enjoy her she is ripe for the pickings.

Your Faithful Servant
Mikeal Normons.
Head inquisitor

He looked up to her as he finished reading " So my dear it seems you have quite the reputation. " His fingers gripped handle of the flogger as he rose to his feet. His eyes flashed planting his other hand upon the desk looking her dead in the eye " And my little ward, Hold no doubts that by the time you do reach your Majority not only will you sign the paper but you will be my willing slave, Wanting nothing more then to please me in every aspect "

His voice had taken on a harder tone while he looked at her " Grieving time is over with. Now it is reality check. From this day forward you will only be coming to be for your darker pleasures, or really any pleasure " his lips turned into a half smile " IS all of this understood "
 
Narrowing her eyes slightly, Angelique eyed the flogger carefully with a small frown. She wasn't a stranger to the flogger, having been a very willing victim to its painful bite many times, but it wasn't her favorite of whips. She personally prefered the buggy whips that the carriage drivers used on their horses or the cat o'nine tails. But at the moment she wasn't looking for the wonderful pleasurable pain that came from the lashings of a whip.

As he read the letter the girl paled even more as she gasped, her full red lips parting in her shock before her cheeks flushed a dark red in embarassment that he knew what she enjoyed to take part in when in private. After the first inital shock and embarassment wore off, she closed her mouth and clenched her jaw while glaring up at her uncle and guardian while gripping the arms of her chair tightly in her hands as her eyes flashed with her anger.

"You must be crazier then my father claimed you to be." she said softly. "There is no way I'll sign my lands over to you and I'll never be your slave. Never!" She squared her shoulders and raised her chin slightly. "As for grieving, you can't just force a person to stop grieving for their loved ones after they die." It was fairly clear that Angelique was going to be defiant but it would be easy to see that beneath her stubborn and defiant exterior, she was terrorfied of him.
 
He caught her stare at teh flogger, the look of want but it wasn't the look of need. In this he had to find himself pleased, seemed the girl enjoyed something with a bit more of a bite. The look on her face offered to him so much insight as he red the letter to her and watched as she steeled herself. He could see her anger and hear it even in her soft voice and well he had to give her credit for how she stood up to him.

"Crazy.. No girl I am not , actually very sane. " He rose from his seat and the fingers left the flogger " It is funny you know, My brother.. " he looked at her sighing " Some time girl I want you to get the courage up to ask the truth of things. " as much as he hated her father, still there was no need to completely destroy the girl for he needed her fiery spirit. "Look around you Angel.. Crazy does not hold the loyalty of the house hold , or have happy peasants " his eyes set on her " Will I go down as the best baron probably not , I don't give out cakes but comparatively these lands have never thrived like it has under my rule. "

He walked to a painting of his father. "you never did have the opportunity to meet your grandfather. Things would have been different if the old man survived and you my dear well who knows " he shrugged as the hinges creeked and she would see quite the collection of whips and floggers behind it "You my dear I think a lesson needs to be taught " and he laughed giving thought " I think you are more of a bull whip kinda of lass aren't you
 
Angelique's frown deepened as she sat there, her jaw clenched in anger. She hated him. Oh how she hated him so much at the moment. After his fingers released the flogger, she seemed to visably relax and she released the arms of the chair she sat in. She scoffed after he claimed to be sane but she didn't speak again, her eyes watching him carefully as he moved around. "What's so funny about my father?" she asked flatly. She fell silent again as he spoke again. Her cheeks had turned a darker red with her anger and she gritted her teeth once more.

Upon the mentioning of her grandfather, she couldn't help but be curious and she looked up at the portrait of a man. He looked powerful and she could see where she got her eyes from. His looked as if they could pierce into her very soul. The sound of hinges creeking made her blink and she watched him reveal a collection of whips and floggers behind the painting and she swallowed nervously.

Angelique quickly stood up and backed away from him, her breathing quickening as she took several steps back from him. Her heart was pounding a harsh tattoo against her chest and her chest rose and fell quickly.
 
The hatred seemed to come from every motions and look she gave him. Her question hung in the air , something he did not answer at the moment , And he gave thought to answering her but instead decided to follow with the motions of revealing the hidden collection of whips. Her demeanor seemed to change as he talked of his father feeling her eyes more upon the painting but it was short lived as she saw what laid behind the painting.

" Dad was a strong man, Wise, and intelligent " He spoke fondly of the man while she swallowed hard Feeling the air change to more of a nervousness. "But it was a pity my brother was a sniveling conniving fool ." For he was easily manipulated by her mother, for Marie had realized that the younger brother was easier controlled and once out of his shadow had convinced his younger sibling to follow the lead thinking it was his idea.

SHe could see the smooth even famliar motions of her uncle as he pulled the leather handle from its perch and it uncoiled like a snake ready to bite its victim. The painting closed with the same slow creek. He turned to face her and she could see how he held it loosely in his hand while his eyes focused upon her. The leather bound handle was caressed by his fingers like that of a regular lover.

"From now on my sweet niece you will come to me, and to me alone to feed that need of yours " and the sound of the crack as the tip seemed to come out of no where as she stood trying to back away, and the first layer of her dark dress split down the middle without distrubing the rest of her clothing. His control flawless as it cracked again and again and the outer layer fell down to her feet. "Your life my sweet girl is about to change for I promise you will not find anyone who can offer to you such exquisite pleasure"

A knowing smile hit his aging features , the confidence in his eyes. She would find should she run for the door it was locked leaving her trapped within the room " You will be mine girl, IN every way this I can promise"
 
"My father was a kind man who took excellent care of my mother and myself, as well as the people that lived on our lands." she said gently. "It was my mother who was a fool. She took everything for granted. If it weren't for her wishing to go away on a vacation, neither of them would be dead." Angel lifted her skirts a little as she moved away from the chair. "Father tried to warn her about the dangers at this time of year, but she wouldn't listen!"

She turned away from him and took several steps towards a set of windows opposite of where he stood and she crossed her arms over her chest as she glowered. After she heard the painting close, she turned back to him and she froze when she saw he was holding the long whip in his hand. Angel was about to speak after he finished talking when the whip cracked and she yelped.

The girl felt her dress loosening up around her and she looked down with wide eyes as her black dress began to fall away from her body. Grasping the material as tightly as she could in her hands, she struggled to keep herself covered as he continued to rip her dress with the whip. "S-stop!" she cried out. She was left with nothing but scraps of her once elegant black dress.

Angel stood there in her black shift, tight black corset and undergarments. She also had on her garter belt and stockings. She felt her face redden in embarassment as she tried to hide her body from him, her gloved arms crossing over her chest. Her long black veil had fallen out, as well as the black comb which was holding her hair up in the updo it had been in, leaving her gently curling black hair to fall down around her face and shoulders.
 
The poor girl was such a fool, so easily blinded but then most children were of their parents. Still there was no need to destroy what little she had to cling to at the moment. He did note within her tone the way she spoke of her mother but did the girl realize just how similar she was to her .. Probably not. With her framed but the light of the moon as she struggled to hold onto the remains of her dress as it was cut from her. And as he gazed upon her seing the way she dressed underneath it took his breath away for a moment.

Still in it all she would have to see just how skilled he was for not even a mark upon her skin was seen and yet the pain of it, like the light kiss of a lover caressed her. Yet even in her embarrassment with the stripping he noted how she seemed to ache for it His motions once more were quick and precise this time sliding over her gloved arms , this time she would feel more of the kiss as it was dragged over the gloves slicing cleanly threw them. NO blood drawn and yet she would see a white mark upon her skin which the pain would blossom freeing her hands from the restraining gloves.

A beauty that seemed to glow even more under his masterful strokes. "You truly area beauty and one that I will posses" his half smile formed upon his face as she would feel the tip hit her fingers till she was forced to move them away from her body leaving the corset open to his strikes.

~Crack~ The first one hit the top lace of her corset cutting it in half leaving a small light welt upon her chest. He was toying with her and it was apparent and yet there was no where in the room for her to hide or to run from the long whip
 
She had felt the whisper of the whip touching her skin each time it struck her and she flinched backwards. But when it hit her arm, she yelped softly and looked down sharply to see the lace falling away from her pale arm. There was a white mark on her pale arm and she felt her cheeks turn an even darker red as she trembled a little. She didn't want him to know she liked the pain that was caused.

"No! You won't!" she snapped, but instead of the courage that she wanted to be in her voice, it was nervousness and a little fear that could be heard. She didn't like how his smile formed and it made her apprehensive. When the end of the whip hit her fingers, she yelped again and lifted her hands, which gave him ample opportunity to get to her black corset.

After the top lace was cut, Angel felt the corset becoming loose around her and she quickly covered her breasts as the ribbons in the corset started unlacing themselves and the top of the corset parted. She closed her eyes tightly and turned her face away from him. She stumbled backwards until she felt a wall against her back.
 
With every stroke , with every crack that sounded in the room he watched those fingers fall and her struggle to keep that show of pleasure as the pain coursed threw her body. Of course he noted the fear as well in there but that was understandable for she would be fearful of giving into the skillful way he sent those waves rushing threw her body.With the cut of hte first lace the croset under the pressure would quickly begin to unravel. He saw how she quickly once more went to cover hersefl trying to keep that corset upon her body while she fell back to the wall.

"What my sweet Angel Afraid that you've met your match?" The snaps came agiain this time to her tender wrist , and this time leaving very thin red lines upon her flesh. With her hands once more out of the way he continued his assualt upon her. The tip of the whip struck the corset again and this time it would unravel faster. This time falling down as it was freed from her body.

She would see the smile slide over his face while he circled her finding himself into a better position. The shift was folled quickly in his precision attacks upon her body. His dark eyes locked hard to "It is ok Angel you can moan , it is only the two of us" He let loose a chilling laugh as the whip struck to her sliding its hard kiss from her lower stomach to just past the peek of the center of her chest, the thin strip of blood wells to the surface with the loving kiss.
 
Feeling the whip come in contact with her small wrist, she yelped and grasped her wrist in her hand, cradling the wrist protectively against her chest. The men that usually delt out her pain sessions had always avoided her arms, chest and legs for good reason. It was harder to hide the bruises, cuts and whelts that came from the whips and other torture devices. "S-stop calling me that!" she yelled at him, tears beginning to whell up in her eyes. "Only my father was allowed to call me that."

Angel heard her corset fall to the ground and her face flushed a deep red from embarassment and she swallowed nervously. It wasn't long before she found herself wearing just her panties, garter belt, stockings and boots. She quickly covered her bared breasts from his view with a soft whimper. "N-no! I won't do it!" she said, her voice trembling. She refused to moan for him. She just wouldn't do it. Hearing his chilling laugh, she looked up while trembling a little but then she felt the pain spread out over her flat stomach.

WHen she looked down, she saw the long thin line of blood on her stomach and gasped, touching it lightly with her hand. Looking up sharply with wide eyes, she quickly turned so her back was to him. Her back was covered in a dusting of long thin white lines from being whipped. The scars weren't raised nor mottled like most scars from being whipped would be. The men who always caused her pain, always took very good care of her so that the scars wouldn't be as noticable.
 
The room was silent for a moment aside from her sounds of pleasure and pain, though she tried hard to hide it and the cracking of his whip as he expertly seemed to remover her clothing till she was just set in the garter and panties. The outline of his cock was seen growing within his pants "I will call you whatever I want Angel.. Deal with it " Her protests and struggles against her growing need were evident as she turned away from him showing to him her criss crossed back side. If she would notice though he had drawn blood the way the whip had kissed her flesh so far was nothing more then a scrape, like it wouldn't even leave a mark once it was healed.

It was next that she would notice that the skill of those who came before him were nothing compared to him. In fast succession the touch of the point caressed her skin, finding its marks upon her back. Starting near her shoulders her skin opened for his command as the pain would blossom threw her body. "Give in slut.. Give into the desire that I can see visible threw your body " his tone seemed to resound threw the room. As he criss crossed over her shoulder blades, leaving the flesh raw in its wake.

By this point if she was to peek back the outline of his cock was straight up past his stomach , teasing her with the pain of her small body that would be filled at any point by the monster he kept hidden. Some how it would seen he never once passed over already exposed flesh as the cracks continued in their succession. Only to briefly touch as he crossed one or the other. If anything he seemed to be getting as much enjoyment from this as she was. His arm never seemed to tire nor once lose focus upon the tight control
 
Trembling, Angel closed her eyes as her breathing quickened and she gritted her teeth. She was trying to keep from crying out but the more the whip came in contact with her back, the harder it was for her to keep control over her reaction. She could feel small trails of blood beginning to trickle down her back as more long thin lines were opened along the length of her smooth back. The girl didn't want to feel pleasure at her uncles hands but the pain was just so wonderful and it was like nothing else she'd ever felt.

After he spoke, she shook her head. But a moment later she arched her back and placed her hands against the wall with a cry of pain and pleasure. She could feel herself getting wet from the surges of pleasure that rushed through her. Her long hair stuck to her back before dragging thin trails of blood along her shoulders. She began tensing a little as she panted heavily and trembled even more as she cried out and moaned.

As the lashes over lapped each other, she felt her legs begin to quiver as she neared her release, something that she hadn't experience since about a week before she was taken away from her home. Arching her back even more, she cried out even louder and slowly began to sink to her knees as she finally started cumming. Her back hunched and she laid her head against her knees as she trembled and sobbed in her release.
 
His hard eyes never once moved away from the trembling girl watching with much pleasure at her fight. The fight not to scream, not to show the pleasure and pain and there it was. The first sign as she trembled harder with every lash. He stayed focused upon her upper back, saving the pleasure of the kiss for another time. For it did not matter as it was for the girl a was quickly losing control. The air started to hold a mixture of her sweat and blood and of her sex.

It was a sight to see as she was quickly losing the fight, nothing how she found it harder to stand, how she seemed to struggle for her every breath, even how her panties clung to her as it absorbed her nectar. Then it seed to happen in one swift motion as she fell to the ground Her body arching to every lash he treated her to. Then it happened. She cried out , the sounds echoing around the room as she lost complete control and from her body her cum flooded out from her body as she het the peek of her pleasure .. It was then he laughed" You are now mine "

He did not even bother to take off his clothing. Merely pulling his cock out from his pants , his steps sounded as he quickly crossed the room. IN a swift motion he lopped the whip around her neck and kept her upon her hands and knees as she felt him mount up behind her. He pulled upon the whip forcing her body to pull back as she felt the thick head push to her lips, easily 3 inches wide and a little over two feet in length he had to use his other hand to position it to her hole. Then with little baring for the girl he rammed it in. Breaking the thin barrier, forcing and stretching her tight virgin walls painfully , shoving it past her cervix and into her womb, pushing all the way at the opposite end and still hung out from her soaking cunt.
 
The girl laid there panting for breath with her eyes closed as she tried to calm herself down again. She whimpered and flinched at his words before shaking her head. "No." she said. Jewel didn't notice that he was moving towards her, her eyes closed and her heart pounding in her ears. It wasn't until he was directly behind her that she realized he was there.

As the whip was looped around her small neck, her eyes snapped open and one of her hands flew to the whip and tried to pull it away until she felt him mounting up behind her and she shook her head quickly. "N-no! Not there!" she cried out, her voice a little strangled from the whip around her neck. She felt him pull pack on the whip, forcing her body to move back and tears filled her eyes as the thick head of his cock was pushed past the lips of her pussy.

Jewel didn't want to loose her virginity, not yet. She had been saving that for her wedding night and for the man she was supposed to marry. When he rammed his long thick cock into her, she screamed and clawed at the floor. "No!" she screamed again while sobbing softly, trying to kick and get away from him but his length was buried as deep into her body as it could possibly go.
 
The Words of protest ment little to him while he took her. Literally while she struggled against the whip that had been coiled around her throat , tightening it some constricting her air passage while he enjoyed the feeling of being within the virgin walls. How tight she felt to the thick shaft that pulsed in the pure pleasure, how wet she was making his entrance and taking of her that much easier. The small girl twisted in the pain and pleasure. SLowly he began to stand up bringing her up with him, with his hieght she was held up off the ground once he came to his feet by the sheer size of the cock and the whip, causing her to slide a few more inches down upon him , feeling her folds grippin his hard flesh.

A moan left his lips and in that moment the girl could see her reflection in the window, her small naked form, still lightly bleeding from his attacks upon her , and the huge member she was impaled upon. So much of it still sticking out of her , gaping her cunt wide upen and even the outline of the excited head pressing to her womb.WIth his other hand free she would feel the large thick fingers grip upon her full breast , pinching incredibly hard upon her hard nipple while using his hold on her to move her back and forth upon his shaft.

His lips touched to her ear " hmm now this is what I call a tight pussy. Sure your going to tell me your not enjoying it but , your body betrays you, shows you for what you are, my fucking little slut willing to do anything for my cock. " he smiled licking her earlobe and sucking upon the edge of it , while startin to move his hips upwards jamming it harder into her depths. Watching how her body responded , her other beast jiggling from his hard actions feelin the mixture of her blood and juices flowing out from her gaping stuffed hole
 
Angel was struggling against the whip, tears finally spilling over and falling down her flushed cheeks. She could feel his shaft pulsing inside of her torn body and she felt as if her body was being ripped apart by his thick long cock. Without having to see, Angel knew that she was bleeding and she knew that he had done more then just tear her hymen when entering her. As he started standing, she gave a strangled cry of pain as she clawed at the air, the only thing holding her up was his shaft and the whip wrapped around her throat. Him standing made her back arch painfully and it felt like he was tearing her open even more. Then she felt even more of his length being forced into her because of her weight being put down on it.

When she looked up, Angels eyes widened even more the moment she saw her reflection and she sobbed. She didn't want to see what he was doing to her as she hung there suspended. The young woman could see the trails of blood running down her pale thighs and the last few inches of her uncles cock from between her legs and she could see the bulge in her stomach from the head of his cock pressing against the wall of her womb. As he gripped her breast and pinched her nipple hard while starting to move her up and down on his shaft, she cried out and sobbed even more.

"I-I hate you!" she cried out. She closed her eyes tightly and tried to block out the vision of her being impaled by the thick rigid rod between her soft thighs. She was wheezing and gasping for breath, the whip making it difficult for the young teen to breath. Then he started talking and she shook her head quickly. "No I'm not. I'm not yours..." But when he started moving his hips, she couldn't talk any more as a new kind of pain raced through her and it wasn't one that she normally enjoyed. She reached back blindly until she felt his shirt against her hands and she grasped it tightly in her hands, trying to releave the pressure on her throat. She could feel her breast jiggling each time he thrust up into her, stuffing his cock back into her abused hole.
 
The feeling of her virgin walls gripping at his invading cock was mind blowing while he continued to fill and stuff the girl's tight little hole. And still she struggled as he held her in such a compromising postion. The cry of pain was music onto his ears and yet he could still detect the underlining sound of pleasure in the sound. He would keep her body arched painfully for his pleasure, seeing how she was seemingly on display for him with her chest thrust out and her breasts sticking out proudly even with the thin red lines that crossed upon them.

Her juices seemed to continued to flow even in her hard struggles to get him to stop as he tightened his hold upon the whip that was wrapped around her slender neck. He held her face directly in the window so she could see every moment of her demise. "Such a tight little whore, you may hate me girl but I am willing to bet no one has ever manipulated a whip like that for you " The words whispered to her ear as he knew he spoke the truth from the force of her orgasm and how quickly it had happened. With her weight forcing him in to her deeper as she could feel like he was splitting her in two with his monstrous meat.


He listened for her struggles to breath but would not relent on his hold on her, he would push her limits in many ways and opened to her new roads that she had not imagined. With the head going light from the lack of air it would only increase her soon to be mounting pleasure while he ground himself to her and jerking his hips slightly would cause her to bounce upon his shaft and impaling herself back down upon him feeling as she buried herself right to his base.
 
Soft ragged sobs spilled from her lips and filled the room as he bounced her upon his long thick cock. Her back was curved so far, she was sure that it was about to break as pain raced up and down her arched spine. Her body was constricting around his length and her juices trickled down his length and her thighs. Even though she hated what was happening at the moment and she wanted it to stop or that it wasn't even happening, there was that bit of pleasure that she couldn't help but feel from some of the pain and that made her hate it even more.

As he spoke, she sobbed again and gritted her teeth when forced her to watch everything that was happening and she shook her head again as he whispered in her ear. Opening her blood shot eyes, she saw how far she had been brought down. The poor girl could see how deep he had penetrated by the rather large bulge in her stomach where his cock head could be seem pushing against the inside of her womb.

The longer her breathing was restricted, the lighter her head felt. Since she couldn't breath, all of her senses got stronger and she began giving weak raspy cries. Slowly, her eyes became unfocused and the edges of her vision was darkening as her hands slowly released his shirt. She could feel another unwanted orgasm building up and her body was beginning to tense up again. Angel felt her uncles hips against her own, letting her know that he was buried all the way inside of her.
 
The sobs continued to slip from the girls lips as she was bouncing upon his shaft , her body and mind torn in half with the pleasure of what was happening and the very idea of submitting to the larger man that held her her bonds in so many ways. For who would believe that one of hte more powerful and strongest of the realm would do such a thing. Especially with the damning evidence against her. That and those that knew the darker side of the baron were to frightened of what he could do to ever speak out against him.

Even in the throes of his own pleasure at taking of the girl he was mindful of her knowing how close she was to completely losing air and cumming, It was something he would have to time perfectly. And as his thrusting into her grew more powerful adding to her narrowed vision the pleasure of hte experience of his cock buried completely into her, tearing her apart. Pushing harder to her womb as she could feel her body getting jarred with his forceful thrusts while she seemed to be pushing back onto him while keeping that whip tight around her neck limiting her air flow, just enough to keep her conscious.

With every penetrating thrust, his shaft throbbing with an uncontrollable need he could feel the walls around him tightening more and more. "give in girl.. Give into the need " his words whispered softly to her ear in almost a tender manner as he kept her eyes set upon the glass seeing her own shows of pleasure as her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts taking her from behind.
 
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