Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

Isabel thought his words were sheer nonsense of arms being the justice of his cause spoken by one but a few short years older than her son Jeremy had been. No matter to him of the injustice which was now being bestowed upon her while she felt the crushing loss to her heart for the loss of her loved ones. But not content with destroying her life in that way he was about to destroy her in another. Of course many men believed they had every right to treat females in this way for many were simply wealthy commodities. Marriages were forged not from love but for further wealth and status, to increase land holdings and property. She had not married for love for it had been arranged by her parents when she was a mere child for when she came of suitable age. But nor had her intended husband treated her with anything but the up-most respect before and after they were married. Their marriage had ensured the wealth of both families grew as well as the land holdings and the properties. He was almost mocking her with his words knowing that she could order him from her home and presence all she wanted but he would not leave. His strength was clearly greater than her own but that did not mean Isabel was intending to stop her struggle against him for she had no intention of letting him have his way with her if it were within her limited power to do so. She could still feel his against her rear and his arousal ever more evident that before. Isabel could still feel the pain to her stomach caused by his fist though now it were turning into a dull ache as more breath returned to her body and she began to struggle with greater earnest. Her body began to thrash about she tried to kick her legs to unbalance him from her. No! You can not do this I am not one of your prizes I am not. Her breasts still confined within her gown pressed hard against the wood of the table as his hand went to her back to pin her down. She could feel his other hand move down and she then heard the sound of him unlacing his britches and her fear and panic grew when she felt his now released arousal touching her most private place, his body against her thighs she began to squirm and struggle with even more effort than before shaking her head as her voice grew higher as she kept saying. No, I do not belong to you just because you lay claim to these lands. She cried out when he grabbed hold of her hair and pulled on it painfully to bow her body so his head was now close to her own. The next few moments seemed to last for an eternity yet were not long enough for her, his words that she was now his sent a shiver of terror down her spine. His words rang in her head and she finally realised he did not plan to rape her then leave her be. Isabel did not know then what his actual intent for her was and she had not a moment to dwell on it at that time for next she felt him thrust his hips forward and she felt his manhood invade her body and she let out a terrified scream as he forced his size into her unwelcoming women-hood. The humiliation she felt when he bought his hand down on her rear made her blush with anger. He taunted her with words of how much older her husband had been than her and despite how he had hold of her tightly by the hair she tried to shake her head and continued her fight to struggle against him. No, this is not how it should be. I hate itand I hate you pathetic excuse for a man. She cried out each time he thrust his hips against her, she could feel how much harder and deeper he was going inside her and it hurt, she had not experienced anything like this before, Alistair had always been routine, precise and gentle and she hated Conrad for taking what was in her mind not his to take.her.