Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Why did he have to taunt her so with his cruel words and even crueller acts against her body? It seemed that she were now the only one who cared about what happened to her now and not only the immediate future but in the years so come. The man who had just raped her cared only about himself and his wish to become king. So much so that he already seemed to think he were one, taking a whore of a lower status than he but still someone born of stature and privilege. Isabel closed her eyes against her still falling tears and against his words which he spoke as if her baring his children out of the sanctuary of marriage was the most natural progression now she were a widow. She knew he had every intention of ensuring she would soon carry his child and she also knew she was powerless to do anything about it. Theythey had their reasons for arranging my betrothal to Alistair. His words of her being little more than a trading piece she knew were true in many ways but she knew her parents cared for her and about her welfare. You have made no such arrangement with my father, he knows not of his son in law or grand childrens murders. She was broken by her losing her family but she would not permit to let Conrad brake her, she was not about to make his life easier. If he wanted her as his child bearing whore she would make his life so difficult he will gladly find a suitable male and arrange a marriage, some who if paid enough would turn a blind eye to the fact she was carrying someones bastard. Isabel was horrified that he would think her action of squeezing around his length meant she were now eager to lay with him and she shook her head trying to push herself off the table. Stop it! Stop calling me a whore. I am not eager I hate thisthisfoul act. She turned her face away from him as he kissed her cheek as he mocked her though her strength was now at its lowest and she knew the only way she would be free of his body was when he choose to withdraw from her and lift his weight from her. He was however still inside of her and she could feel the warmth of his release deep within her womb. She wanted to scream at him to get out of her but she was not so foolish for she knew if she now did so he would stay there even longer just to torment her. Every time he touched her she pulled away and she did so again when he touched strands of her hair. Was she ruined for anyone else or were her earlier thoughts of someone else accepting her if offered enough incentive possible? You shall soon tire of me, then what shall become of me and any child I bare of yours, tell me that sir? When he spoke again of a brood of his children born from her and of being fully dependant upon him the first real uncertainty that he would ever let her go to another began to seep into her mind. I do not understand why you are doing this, just because you can is cruel beyond words. Her words were from a women confused as well as one who was not only angry with him but one who hated him so much if given a sward her first instinct would be to cut off his manhood so he withered in pain for hours upon the floor before finally being slain for what he had done to her that day. On her kneeshe expected her to fall to her knees to please him? It shall be a cold day in hell when such shall happen, she said with some bitterness not then realising just how true his words would be and how wrong hers were. As he finally withdrew from inside her she let out an involuntary moan, her womanhood was sore and sensitive. Isabel pushed down the skirts of her gown covering her body and trying to make herself appear half decent once again as she rose from the table refusing to look at him. There has to be another choice, she whispered half to herself. There has to be.