Thread: To be conquered (Methos and PreciousPetra)

She couldnt have hated anyone as much as she hated him. In all her twenty eight years on the earth she had never met one such as ruthless and disgusting as Conrad of that she was most certain. Isabel could feel his warm breath against her ear as he spoke that he was doing this and he clearly could. Still she tried to fight him, her body squirming and struggling against his firm hold of her, her cheeks no longer pale but flushed from anger and fear as he violated her body with his. The young woman had not caught on yet that the more she did struggle to be free of him the more encouraged he was to thrust his manhood deeper into her unprepared entrance and womanhood. Feeling his mouth pressed against her ear, his tongue licking inside the small shell caused her to close her eyes and again his words and his very voice tormented her. The mention of her dead children filled her eyes with fresh salt tears and she could feel them running down her face though it were the words he spoke immediate after which bought a sharp intake of breath from her as her eyes flew open and she screamed as she fought him again trying to shake her head. I have no protection of marriage, I can not carry anothers child, no, I can not. Isabel wondered how much more he would humiliate her before he tired of her. She winced as he grabbed her rear. She could feel his hand kneading the flesh as he continued to thrust inside her. The pain had not eased at all, she was not prepared for this and her body rejected him at every turn as his flesh slapped against hers. He knew not that the women he was raping was in fact a passionate creature whom had never been able to open her wings and fly freely when it came to pleasures of the flesh. Alistair had been much older than she and believed in simple short acts when it came to the marital bed. Though maybe one should correct that as there was once when she was 16 that she was able to fly freely when her husband had been called away for several weeks. It was only the once and not a living soul but she and the male in question knew of it and she knew he would like she never tell. But this act with Conrad was painful as her screams confirmed, feeling his arousal throbbing inside her each time she tried to squirm or fight him she felt it even more. Isabel had never been any mans whore for she was born a lady and when she wed she became a Duchess. Even if their had been someone on the throne she would never have lowered herself as some ladies would be the kings whore. But he was not even giving her the choice, the words he kept breathing hotly into her ear. You are not a king yet, even if you believe you speak as one it does not make you anymore more than you are, a murdering Duke. Her words were panted as she began to grow breathless from the constant struggle against him though she still would not give up until she had no other choice but to comply. When he squeezed one of her breasts she again winced trying to lift her foot to kick him in the shin or leg. The lands are full of females who would gladly become your whore, you choose me only to bring me shame and humiliation. Have you not already destroyed my life, why must you also destroy me? But then he bought further fear and anger to her as he spoke of her becoming his private broodmare. Of course she had been capable of carrying more children for she was always strong and healthy when with child but her husband had not wished for more than two and had not lay with her to ensure so. Though she saw no reason to share such a private matter with him despite the situation she currently found herself in. Once more she cried out as he pulled hard on her hair making her body arch even more for him as he thrust his manhood repeatedly inside her warm tight passage. It would bring him great pleasure but to her it bought only pain, discomfort and sorrow as her thighs were forced apart further as he pushed deeper and deeper inside her. Isabel knew with each deeper thrust he was nearing the entrance to her womb and fear gripped her that fear turned into a terrified scream as she felt the head touch her cervix. No please I beseech thee no, Despite her body aching and her tiredness she continued to struggle against him even as his manhood filled her, she had to keep trying because if he released his seed deep into her womb she knew she would be with child soon. She had fell so easy with her sons.