Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

I donot wishto beyour whore, Her words seemed laboured because her breathing was already such as the grief, sorrow and fear within her began to take its toll on her female form. Isabel was growing tired physically though never mentally at this moment, knowing she was loosing a second battle with Conrad in one day. She felt his hips thrust again sharply against her own, trying to turn her head away from his teeth upon the tender flesh of her neck. Though she had heard such words of filth before, long ago his bought bile to her throat as he spoke of the carnal act he was performing on her and of filling her belly with his seed so it would soon grow heavy with his child. No, no my childrencan not beborn out of marriage.for they would have no claimto anything. He continued to speak while he thrust deep inside her. Had she underestimated what he was capable of other than being the murderer of her husband and her sons? If what he spoke of were true and his intention was to make her his whore then yes she had for that thought had never even entered her head when she heard he was riding from the battle to see her at her castle. She had expected him to gloat and to claim the lands fought in battle as his but she had not thought he would do the same with her. Isabel breathlessly still tried to struggle against him though with each passing moment it was becoming more difficult as weakness began to ebb in. I wish to be no mans whorebe he duke or king. He said she was his pretty prisoner and that she would make a perfect whore for him. But she was a duchess she was not a whore, she couldnt be-her life could not become such for it would be beyond cruel even more so after the loss she had suffered that day. My familythey will hearof meplightand shallnot let you ruin me in this way. He had called her defenceless and powerless and in many ways she now was for she was a widow whose husband had died in battle defending their lands, lands which had been won by Conrad and who wanted not only those fertile lands but those lands fertile duchess as well. Now he spoke of giving him a brood of bastard children and she felt the bile rise again. Gasping for air it returned to where it had come from as tears again fell down her face. Of course he was right when he said she could never murder any child she had borne no matter whose seed had created it. She had been a mother for nearly half her life and the loss of her two sons that day left her desperately empty. But that didnt mean she wanted a brood of any mans out of wedlock. Her thighs were now spread indecently wide as he took great pleasure in thrusting into her hard and deep. Now each time he did so she could feel him against the entrance of her cervix, the feelings it was now beginning to arouse in her were two fold though she could not bring herself to admit one of them even within her own mind. Besides which the fear of him releasing deep inside her womb was far greater at that time and so she tried her only form of defence left, squeezing his length with the inner muscles of her womanhood hoping it would force him back enough so when he came it wasnt as deep as he intended. It would be but a slim chance but a chance none the less. Isabel though despite this limited effort and chance found he was simply too strong as both his hands now gripped her hips as he pounded deep and hard into her unwilling body. Over and over again she felt him reach her cervix entrance as she continued to squirm, wriggle, and struggle trying to dislodge him as she panted. It was then she felt the head of his manhood press beyond that entrance and she cried out. It may have been pure pleasure for him but for her it was mostly fear of what was to come. She knew that she was powerless now to stop him even though her body still struggled against his for she could feel he was close as she read each telling sign his body gave hers. She could hear his breathing become much quicker and the young women that lay beneath him prepared her self for the inevitable when she felt the head push beyond the entrance to her cervix again and she heard him groan just as she let out a scream, as she felt him come deep inside her womb, his seed being released just where she had feared and just where he had desired. Isabel was sore from his rape of her body as he had shown no tenderness, kindness or even humanity as he took what he wanted from her. She knew from his words it was to be the first time of many and it made her heart ache knowing she would now never be able to seek a marriage with a man much closer to her own age than Alistair had been. Youyou have ruined me. The words were almost a whisper though if he thought he had turned her into a submissive female who would now do all he wanted he would be very much mistaken. He may have won this battle but he had not yet won the war with her. Still his seed spilled deep into her womb and she knewshe just knew her worst fear would now happen. When he moved his hand and rubbed her belly, his words made her feel most strange. Those words and that single action were almost tender and she felt great confusion in her mind. Hot salty tears ran down her face knowing that he was right, soon she would be with child only with no protection of a husband or a marriage and that child would have very few rights to anything connected with his or her fathers land, wealth or even name.