13 comments/ 56761 views/ 27 favorites Becoming Lady Drake By: melairkalana WARNING - this is an historical (probably inaccurate) story about an arranged marriage, where the wife is forced to participate in her husbands sexual whims. The lady finds she is turned on by such treatment. If you find this theme offensive or uncomfortable, then I suggest you chose another story to enjoy. Also, this is a very long tale. So, if you do like these types of adventures, sit back, relax and I hope your do enjoy the experience. - Melairkalana *************************** Megan was a woman in love, unconditionally. However, the man she had married was not her heart's desire. The man who forced the ring on her finger was Lord Drake, a suitor chosen by her powerful father for his exceptional wealth, social status and political prowess. Tuning out the cruel ceremony taking place around her, Megan closed her eyes and the memories of that fateful day, two weeks prior, invaded her fretful mind... "Oh... I love you John..." Kissing her passionately, John, the Stable Master, strived to fulfil his master's daughter's desires. As regular as clockwork, at the break of day, Mistress Megan went for her 'riding lesson'. They would take the horses out into the forest, to the hunting lodge and they would embrace and kiss each other fiercely. "Hmmm... I love you too Mistress." Megan sighed with relief, he rarely echoed her words of love and she desperately needed to hear them. Her life at the estate was lonely. Having lost her mother during her birth, she was raised by her father and brothers who showed no emotions or affection towards her. Her trysts with John were the only reason she got out of bed each day. However, they had never done anything besides kiss. Despite her pleading, John had refused to defile her modesty. Not once did his hand stray to an area of immorality. His kisses were hard and passionate yet never once crossed the line. Occasionally, this made Megan doubt John's feelings towards her but he insisted that to do anything else was sinful. They were not married and never would be. His suit would never be accepted by her aristocratic father. Megan cared for none of this, she would have them run away, flee and live the life of a humble stable hands wife. John would silence her with kisses if she ever raised the idea. This was all they would ever have and it filled Megan with sorrow. Then, one miserable day, all that was shattered, as returning from her 'riding lesson', Megan saw a grand carriage situated outside her house. Upon entering, she could hardly ignore the hustle and bustle of the servants as the air buzzed with excitement. As to what all the fuss was about, Megan was unsure and therefore headed straight for her father's study. "You've made a wise decision Sir Thomas, the union will provide you with many contacts to expand your ventures and ensure the security of your estate and heirs." The voice Megan heard was confident and strong and definitely from another district. It seemed her father was talking to a new business partner. This was a relief, as recently she had overheard her father and brothers arguing over the questionable future of their company. Times had been hard and it seemed her father had made some bad investments. Money was tight and they had even had to relieve several of their servants of their services. Megan was about to leave as she heard her name being called from inside the room. It seemed her presence at the door had not gone un-noticed by her father. Walking in as gracefully as possible, Megan entered her father's study and stood facing her father and his mystery guest. "Megan, I'm... glad... you were... passing by. I'd like to... introduce you... to Lord Pierce Drake." Megan noticed an uncharacteristic stammer in her father's voice. His guest seemed to unsettle him and it was clear he had more to tell her. She had an un-nerving feeling she would not like what was about to be spoken. "Megan, Lord Drake has offered... to finance some ventures... which will secure all our futures. As my son... he will provide us with the contacts and status we require to consolidate our... standing in the business world." Megan struggled to maintain her wits. The words hit her with such force they threatened to take her legs from under her. Son in Law? Her father had no other daughter's besides herself. For Lord Drake to be his son meant he had to marry his daughter and that was she. Her father was not bargaining with his company, he was bargaining with her future, her life and her happiness. "Father, please tell me that you do not mean for me to marry this stranger?! Tell me that have misunderstood your words." Megan did not hear these words. Her father's eyes betrayed him as he stared back at her with a mixture of authority, anger and guilt. "Megan, you are my daughter, and as such it is my right to arrange a suitable match to ensure your prosperous future." Her future? More like her father's and brother's. At that moment, she felt like one of the wanton women of the village, sold for the highest price. Her father was treating her like a whore. However, this was not uncommon are rather typical in her social circle. Only last month, her good friend Lucy had been married off to an aging pastor to keep her family in good standing with the local church. Maybe one day such arrangements would seem strange, but for families of certain positions a union was seldom about love. Megan could do nothing but hold her dignity, which was difficult as the eyes of the stranger bored into her. Raising her gaze, she looked at her future husband in more detail. What she saw astonished her slightly. Resigned to being sold off, she was taken aback that Lord Drake was younger than the confidence in his voice portrayed. His self-assurance was mirrored in his stance and stature. It was clear this was a man of action. His broad shoulders braced two powerfully built arms and stood upon a firm, lean body. Most surprising was his facial features; strong, defined and dark. This was a man who seldom smiled. The lines of his face created a shadow of ferocity upon his face. "Sir Thomas, I would like to talk to my potential bride for a few moments. Please excuse yourself." How dare he? Demanding her father retire from his own study! Also, there was no chaperone present! That was most irregular. However, in his phrase she latched on to the word 'potential'. The deal had not definitely been sealed. She had a chance to stop this union. If he found her unyielding, then surely he would take his suit elsewhere? Amazingly, her father left the room with no backwards glace at her, leaving Megan alone with the mysterious, and seeming dangerous, Lord Drake. "Well My Pet, I would like to ask you a few questions before we proceed with our nuptials." My pet? How dare he? He was not her owner yet, nor will he be after she was finished with him. "Ask away Pierce, what is it you wish to ask?" "Firstly My Pet, let me make it clear. Whatever the outcome of this encounter, you will always address me as Lord Drake. My name is for my friends alone. Now answer my questions honestly. First, do you still have your maidenhood intact?" Stunned, Megan hardly knew how to answer. His words were chilling as he admonished her for her deliberate use of his name. However, to ask an un-chaperoned lady about her virginity was disgraceful and she was not going to give him the satisfaction of a response. "If you will not answer me, I'll have to instruct a doctor to perform a thorough examination to determine your chastity." Megan looked sharply at the man. There was no way she would allow a doctor to look at her private areas for any reason. "You can be assured, Lord Drake, that my maidenhood is certainly intact and will be until the day of my marriage." "Fair enough, My Pet, for that I will take your word. If the marriage proceeds, the evidence will be visible enough for me to verify. Now, how often does your father have to punish you and what does he use?" Confused, Megan is unable to respond for a few minutes. All the while, the stranger just stares at her. It seems like his eyes continuously travel across her body. "Lord Drake, my father has never had to punish me for as long as I can remember, certainly not since I was a small child. I have never given him cause." "Spare the rod, spoil the child. Hmm... I wonder. Now tell me, why do you forsake the modern fashions for such unflattering garments, My Pet?" Now, Lord Drake was bordering on rudeness! She was not spoilt, she had never caused her father to punish her behaviour and how she dressed was none of his business. Yes, it was true she preferred the more modest patterns to the new revealing designs. However, it was also due to necessity that she had not been able to change her wardrobe this season. Funds had been short, and she did not wish to ask for new dresses when her father was struggling. "I dress how I feel is appropriate. Is there anything else personal you wish to ask me... Lord Drake?" "Hold your tongue woman. I will not hold with sarcasm in a lady. Yes, I have another personal question. Tell me about your relationship with the Stable Master John?" At this, Megan could no longer keep her stability. Collapsing on the nearby chaise longue, she fought to regain her composure. How did he know? Would he tell her father? Could she use this to destroy the hold he had over her family and get him out of her life? "John and I are very close. Actually, I am in love with him. Nothing inappropriate has ever happened and I again can reassure you my modesty is without compromise. Can I ask, Lord Drake, what are you going to do with this knowledge and how did you find out?" Finally, a smile crossed the Lord's features. "How I found out is none of your business and what I do with the knowledge depends on yourself and your future behaviour. I find your potential as a wife extremely appealing so I will instruct your father to start the nuptial proceedings. Now, My Pet, I will leave and see you again upon our wedding day, I look forward to seeing if you have told me the truth." With that he walked straight out of the study. Megan could hear him talking to her father and then the bustle as he is walked to the front door. As for herself, she was unable to move. His vulgarity astounded her, how could she marry such a verbal brute? Surely, if she showed her unwillingness to her father he would relent. There were surely other suitors out there she could marry if she had to, ones who were softly spoken and could even care for her? Finally, gaining the strength she needed, she rushed out to meet her father to tell him, whilst her courage remained. Finding him deep in conversation with her brothers she blurted out all she had to say in one long monologue and all three of them stared at her uncomprehendingly. It was only as she sees her father's face turn red did she realise the mistake she has made. It was not until instructions were barked at her brothers that she started to fear the consequences. However, it is only when they each took her by an arm and bent her forcefully over the table did she realises she had crossed a line she couldn't get back from. Never has her father punished her. That was the truth she told Lord Drake. However, that was then and this was now. Unceremoniously, her father lifted her skirts over her head. Shame filled her face as she was exposed in the middle of the dining room. This was made worse as her undergarments were pulled to the floor leaving her buttocks bare to the chilly elements. "How dare you embarrass me? Lord Drake will be the saviour of us all. He told me you acted like a spoilt brat but I defended you to him, told him you were nervous. Well maybe he is right, I spared the rod but you will not ruin this for us like you took away my beloved wife." With that he released the leather belt from his waist, doubled it over and struck her with unfathomable force. However, it was the words he used that cut even as she moaned in pain. Never once did her father openly blame her for the death of their mother. Hearing it now caused a dark pit to form in her stomach as he lashed at her again and again. Her brothers were unmoving as their father took out his pent up revenge on their little sister. Neither held her gaze as they pinned her down so father could punish her so severely her voice threatened to give out on her. Tears streamed her down face, as blow after blow reminded her of her impending future as Lady Drake. It seems an age before her father had relieved his tension on her tender posterior, but finally he stopped and ordered her brothers to take her away to her room where she was to be locked until she was needed. Each taking an arm, she was dragged upstairs, as her shaking legs are unable to support her shaking frame. As they reached the door, she was pushed through onto the floor on the other side. She heard the lock click into place. Trapped in her own room, she cried herself to sleep on the floor, unable to even lift herself onto her bed for what little comfort it would offer. The next few days passed by in a haze. Not once was she allowed to leave the prison of her room. Her food, mere basic rations, was brought to her by unspeaking servants. Welts tended to by the head maid, not once acknowledging the conversations Megan pleaded with her to engage. There was also the rough seamstress, employed to create her wedding dress. However, she felt like a pin cushion as the woman roughly attached the fabric together. It was not difficult to realise the pattern was of the new design, the top barely containing her ample bosom. The corset so tight it cinched her waist by several inches and her nipples were partly exposed above the top. The skirt was full and straight with no train and no fussy under garments. Megan despised it. It stood for all she feared about her future. Over the days, her only solace was to look out the window and watch John wave discretely to her. Determined, she decided that was soon as she was married she would run away. John would free her and they would live together in a distant county. That was her dream, whilst she was living her nightmare. However, on the day of her wedding, John was not there to wave at her as she was constrained inside her crude bridal gown. He was not there as rouge was painted on her lips and, appallingly, onto her slightly exposed areola! Megan thought about arguing, but the bruises on her buttocks prevented her from complaining. Since that fateful day, she had not once seen or spoken to her father or brothers. No-one had said more than a few words to her for two weeks. Only now did they boss her around and explain her duties, the vows had been placed in her room each day so she could rehearse them. The words were engraved on her memory as she envisioned saying them to John. Only a few minutes after her maid declared her ready, her father was at the door. His face betrayed no emotions as he took her arm and walked her out of her room and down the stairs. "I'm sorry Father for all that I've done, I never meant to displease you, or hurt you so. Please forgive me?" Feeling the grip on her arm tighten, Megan is relieved to hear her father's voice once more. However, the words shock her to the core. "I forgive you for your outburst, for your selfish desire to remain unmarried as we slump into bankruptcy. However, I have never forgiven you for the death of my darling wife. If only it was you that died that day, we would not be in this position and my boys would have had a mother to love them." Stunned to tears, Megan was partially dragged down the aisle, as the musicians play the wedding march. Due to her father's religious nature, they had their own private chapel on the estate and now it was full with aristocratic dignitaries. However, one guest was a surprise as she was herded to the front. There, sat on the groom's side is Stable Master John. Dressed like a member of the peerage, grinning at her from his pew. Dazed, it takes a while for Megan to see the stunning blonde attached to his arm on the other side. It's only when the lady leans forward and kisses her companion, does Megan stall in her approach. It is only momentarily, as John gives her a sly wink and she is dragged along the procession. Why was John with that woman? Who was she? Maybe she was a sister, but that looked like no sisterly kiss she had ever seen. Megan was a woman in love, and that love had just been crushed under foot as she was passed to Lord Drake at the altar. The ceremony was a blur. She recited her vows like a parrot and was finally led outside to the congratulations of the congregation. Megan smiled as demurely as possible to all those who spoke to her. Her mind was still reeling from her father's revelation and the sight of her beloved with another woman. It was not until John approached with the blonde, that her attention came back to the surface. Lord Drake still held a tight possessive grip on her arm as he introduced his guest to her. "Wife, My Pet, I would like to introduce you to my lifelong friend Sir John. Ah, but you already know him don't you, as he has been working at your stables. A punishment from you father wasn't it?" John's voice was light and joyful as her responded to her new husband's words. "The old goat said if I was to go around gambling his money, I'd better learn what I was gambling on! Hence he sent me out to train as a Stable Master, or he'd have cut me off for good! Wasn't going to have that! Met up with him last week and he's forgiven me. He even arranged a most fortunate courtship with this delightful specimen." With this, John turned and kissed the blonde with the same passion he had with her a few weeks prior. Her beloved was nothing but a wolf in sheep's clothing. Had he ever truly loved her? Was it all a lie? "My Pet, it was John who first told me about you. Knowing I needed a wife soon, he told me all about your beauty and ... what was the word you used John? Oh, that's right... passion. He said you were very passionate about your horse riding." Now she understood it all, John had been using her all along and once he'd had his fun he'd passed her along to his friend. That was how Lord Drake knew about their relationship, John himself had told her new husband. As she watched, the men congratulated each other and John even had the nerve to ask Lord Drake if it was alright to kiss the bride. It nearly made her vomit, as he planted a chaste kiss on her cheek. She fought the urge to rub her cheek, to erase the feeling of his lips on her. "So, My Pet, how did you like my surprise guest? Now, I think it is time to see if my friend has been truthful when he promised me he hadn't defiled you." Megan had no more fight in her. Her will had been broken. She had no energy to resist as Lord Drake led her away from the guests. He headed towards the carriage that would lead to the guest house at the back of the estate. It did not surprise her that her husband would take advantage, even in these few minutes. As soon as they were both in the carriage, he descended onto her, his hands entwined in her hair forcing her face in front of his. Here he bruised her lips with his kisses, forcing his tongue into her mouth. Whether it was exhaustion or resignation, it did not take long for Megan to be kissing back. Unexpectedly, the kiss aroused something deep inside of her, even when she was kissing John she had never felt like this. It seemed like Lord Drake was her lifeline. That he was the air her body required to breathe even as it took her breath away. It was urgent, hungry and full of desire and it elicited an unimaginable response in her body. Between her legs she felt herself moisten. It was the knowledge of this that brought her back to reality and she tried to break the kiss. Becoming Lady Drake This was met with resistance from Lord Drake. His grip tightened in her hair and his tongue explored even deeper. Now, however, his hand had strayed to her lap, digging his fingers into the folds of her wretched dress, squeezing her upper thigh harshly. Thankfully, it was only for another few moments as the carriage jolted to a halt. When Lord Drake pulled back, it was as if he'd done nothing, his composure was complete as he guided her out of the carriage and sent the driver away. The guest house was the size of a city town house and was as grandly furnished as the main estate house. Keeping up appearances was important, especially in times of great financial need. Megan waited for Lord Drake to open the front door. However, he just stood there in the remote gardens looking at his new bride. What a delightful specimen she was, her skin so pale and her brunette hair so long and vibrant. When John had first spoken of her, he had told him to be silent. Recently, he had been hurt badly by a woman he had loved whole heartedly. She'd betrayed and humiliated him and he had sworn he'd never give his heart to another. His mother was dismayed, she needed Lord Drake to secure an heir to the estate and for that he needed to be wed. Reluctantly, and being a practical man, Lord Drake agreed. John's tales of his plaything Megan had intrigued him. Surely such a woman would be easy to control, would fit into his life effortlessly and cause him no inconvenience. However, when he met her she was strong and stubborn, and aroused in him a curiosity that caused him anger at himself. No woman was going to rule over his mind or emotions, she would become his wife but he was going to be in control. He'd even arranged the reunion of John with his father and his friend's betrothal to the beautiful blonde (a woman far too vain and high maintenance for himself). He'd waited for her response, as he watched her walking down the aisle towards him, and saw the instance he had made the small victory. Lord Drake was not going to let this woman win anything, when he'd kissed and groped her in the carriage he had nearly given into a lust he had long thought forgotten. Now it was time to take back that control and show his new wife what life as Lady Drake would be like from now on. "Well, My Pet, the time has arrived for us to consummate our marriage. It is time for me to see the product I have paid so dearly for with my own money. Remove your gown." Megan had thought that the day could hold no more shocks. Yet here she was being asked by her new husband to strip off her clothes outside in the garden. It was preposterous. He knew she had no intention of agreeing to such an absurd request. Still, the look in his eyes had bled to a dark place. Lord Drake only gave her moments to process the request before his inpatients got the better of him. Then in another moment, he was in front of her, with another he'd swept her feet from under her so she tumbled to the earth and the final he was on top of her. With skilled hands he unclasped his belt and trousers, whilst his other hand held her slender wrists above her body. Suddenly, her skirt were ripped away from her body, the tearing fabric echoed in the silent early evening air. It took no effort to pull down her pantaloons and position his cock ready to enter. Then he stopped, looking down he not realised she had not once struggled. Her face looked back at him with innocence. Tears streamed down her face but there was a faint look of curiosity in her eyes. Megan was about to be deflowered. She hated how it was happening but she'd only ever heard the crude comments of the maids as to what it would be like. Lord Drake's heart softened for a fleeting second and he leaned in to kiss her and was delighted when she responded with vigour. It is in this moment, he realised the tip of his cock was becoming damp. Not from his pre-cum but from his helpless wives tender body. "Well, My Pet, it seems like I have no need to force my right to consummate with my wife. It is clear that you are no different to the wet and willing whores I screwed as I was growing up." Megan's face blushed bright red with shame as she could feel the truth in his statement. She was no whore, but her body was intrigued by the dominance and power of her husband. When she felt him push inside, she almost rose up to meet him. Then the pain hit, as she felt a part deep inside of her tear. With a pleading look, she hoped her husband would give her mercy and time to adjust to the intrusion into her body. Lord Drake saw the moment upon her face as he realised his wife, and John, had told him the truth about her virginity. He also felt the barrier he ripped inside her, as he thrusts his hungry cock inside the wet cunt beneath him. He knew the pleading look was a request for patients and time, but this night is about him showing he had the control. That no woman would ever again cause him pain and humiliation, especially not his brought and paid for wife. In a calculated move, Lord Drake shoved his cock even deeper into Megan's straining cunt. It felt like heaven as her tight walls massaged his throbbing member. It was lucky his wife was wet or he would have performed substantial damage. Once hitting her cervix, he knew he could thrust no longer, remarkably she had taken his whole length. Thankful that he has been blessed with a woman whose cunt has room to take his 9" cock, he slowly started to slide back out and could see the look of relief on her face. Cruelly, he smiled as he waited until the last inch and then slammed back inside to the hilt. Megan screamed. Her body was physically moved by the force of her husband's plunge inside her throbbing hole. How could he expect her to survive such force, surely this was an accident. That he didn't realise his own strength? It wasn't until he repeated his actions, over and over again, that she realised his intent. As her body started to scream in agony at the pain of his powerful thrusts, as each one reached to his hilt and forced its way inside her narrow wet passage. No, it is no accident. Lord Drake had every intention of giving his wife no relief from his onslaught. She felt divine as he used every ounce of his strength to rid her of her innocence. Looking down he could see the pain across her face, the look of defeat and the inability to do anything to stop him. This just drove him to try to go harder and faster, to rip her innocent world apart. However, there was now something on her face that he did not expect. Her former moans of pain have altered slightly. They have softened and adjusted to moans that were altogether different. This revelation confirmed by the vibrations in her cunt that electrified his tense cock. These are his undoing. The feel of her tight slit was already proving difficult to ignore but this new sensation caused his cock to nearly explode. He only had seconds to withdraw and aim its contents at the bodice of her ruined gown. Megan was astounded as well. One minute her voice was screaming in pain and then a new feeling manifested inside of her. With each forceful stroke, something caught inside her and caused small waves of pleasure through her body. Each one more pronounced than the last. Finally, as she felt his cock harden, she could contain herself no longer. Opening her mouth wide, she screamed with satisfaction as she exploded at her sexual core. Megan felt it when he pulled out and knelt high above her, leaving her juices alone to drip out of her gaping hole. She saw as a torrent of juices hit her bodice in a jet of pressure. It seemed never ending as he used his hand to pump every last drop. Some even landed on her exposed chest, ran over her slightly exposed nipples and down into the depths of her cleavage. Small drops of pearls glistening on her flushed skin. Within minutes, Lord Drake used the rags of Megan's gown to clean his spent cock and return it to the restraint of his breaches. Next, he lifted her like a sack of potatoes and flung her over his shoulder. Marching towards the door, he opened it and carried her over the threshold as if she was a purchase from the market and not his new wife. Megan offered little resistance as she tried to comprehend what has just taken place. Not once had anyone, even the servants, ever mentioned what had caused her to scream with content. No one had ever told her she may enjoy the act of union with her husband. Mostly, the maids talked about the variety of ways they could get their men to finish as quickly as possible so the awful experience was not prolonged. On the other side of the door, Lord Drake dumped his wife in a heap in the middle of the floor. Stepping back he sat down on the lounge chair and looked at his bride. Her dress was stained from the garden and shredded around the base. The tatters revealed various flashes of exposed flesh. He could even see the stains from his seed against the ivory embroidery and the gleam on her exposed bosom. Her hair strayed in all directions and her face was streaked with tears. However, even in her state of disarray, his new Lady looked beautiful. This took Lord Drake by surprise, his former love, which broke his heart, was an attractive woman but he never saw her as truly beautiful. Yet here was a lady, merely a piece of equipment to produce a future heir, which looked absolutely delicious. The thoughts themselves caused a stirring inside him. Not of love, he was absolutely sure, but lust. He desired this woman, undeniably, but he was not going to let that control him. He was going to use it to rule over her and make her his whore. "Well, My Pet, you are not very presentable at this moment in time. Also, I think it is time to see what I will have to put up with in my bed chambers. I asked you before to strip, you will do so now or I'll remove my belt and beat you out of that gown." Megan shuddered at his words, she had no doubt he would follow through with his threat. His treatment of her earlier showed his complete disregard for her feelings. However, the thought of being completely naked in front of this awful man filled her with dread. In her hesitation, she noticed Lord Drake's hands move to his belt. "I will not be defied My Pet, if I give you an instruction it is to be carried out immediately. If not, you will be punished... severely!" Fearing his wrath to be true, she started to unlace her bodice. Her fingers trembled as she untied the knot and loosened the cords. It only took a small amount for the bodice to slacken and drop slightly. Megan blushed as her nipples were clearly exposed and instantly hardened in the cool rooms of the town house. Startled, she looked up as Lord Drake and took an involuntary gasp. Seeing his eyes upon her, with a look of pure desire across his face, gave her a lift in spirits. Maybe she could tame this man, maybe she could make him fall in love with her and therefore he would be kinder. With a new found resolve, Megan pushed aside her modesty and fears and pulled the corset over her head. Now her breasts bounced free. They were large and full, with large rouged nipples, so they shook as she moved. Next, her fingers moved to the fastenings on her skirts. Most gowns were in two sections and often had several layers of petticoats and underskirts. Thankfully, Lord Drake had banned these from her bridal gown and it was only a matter of allowing her only skirt to drop to the floor. Lord Drake nearly released himself in his own breaches. Megan was not beautiful, she was stunning. Her naked body was now revealed fully to him. Her tits, as his friend John had taught him to call those delightfully full mounds on her chest, looked perfectly edible. Lord Drake had to force his eyes to leave them and trace the rest of her body. Looking down he smiled at her wide hips, good for childbirth and even better to hang onto during fucking (another of John's subtle terms), and then her nether regions. The latter was covered in dark hair that seemed to be an arrow pointing to an unimaginable treasure. Lord Drake imagined what he could do with that body. He also remembered the warm tightness whilst taking her on the grounds outside. Once again, his thoughts were nearly his undoing. Even with the wenches in his home town, he rarely ever released more than once in an evening. Yet here he was, ready to plunge that treasure over and over again if he was able. No, he was not going to allow her to have so much control over his body. He needed to regain the upper hand and show her that he was the master. Standing quickly he left the room, instructing Megan to remain still. In the next room were the supplies he had delivered earlier. Selecting one case, he picked it up and returned with it to the drawing room. Here, Megan was still in the same spot, but her arms now covered her tits and cunt, another charming word he learnt from the irrepressible John. Standing directly in front of her he placed the case on the floor, opening it carefully so Megan was unable to see the vast array of contents held within. Choosing deliberately, Lord Drake lifted out a reel of rope and closed the lid tightly. "Now, My Pet, you are a fine slight to behold. However, those limbs of yours are blocking my view. Now hold still, if you fight me, or attempt to run, I'll fetch the horse crop and ruin that delicate skin of yours. I also want you to be silent, you will only speak when I ask you a question, for the remainder of this evening you will need to be respectful and hold your tongue." Megan opened her mouth to rebuff the man when it was closed by a backhanded slap from her husband. "I do not approve of hitting a lady, but I will not be disobeyed in my own marriage! Remain silent and do not give me cause to teach you your place." Tears rolled down Megan's face but she did not say another word as Lord Drake closed in on her. In turn, he took her wrists and pulled them away from her private areas. Her confidence from earlier was shattered, how could she ever tame a man like this, he was wild and without conscience! Lord Drake pulled each of his bride's slender arms behind her back and entwined them in rope. He allowed the whimpers she gave as he secured each wrist as tightly as possible. He could have angled her arms downwards for comfort but he didn't. Instead, he crossed them at her back. He had no doubt that they hurt her but he felt no remorse. She had to learn his dominance over her was absolute. Next, he created a wide plait of rope that he wrapped around her neck like a dog collar and joined it to the ropes securing her arms. The collar was loose, but he secured it knowing that if her arms tired they would pull at her throat, if she slacked it her arms would start to ache. He'd learned this from discussions with former slave traders during his travels, never once did he think he'd be able to put it into practice! Hooking his finger into the front of the rope at her neck, Lord Drake pulled Megan to the couch and onto his lap. Here he had the joy of an up close and personal view of her juicy, plump tits. Unable to fend him off, Megan endured as her husband used fingers, lips, tongue and teeth to maul her breasts. His rough fingers alternated between stroking and caressing, to pinching and squeezing her tender nipples. His hands moulded and squashed her mounds together. His lips and tongue acted like his fingers, but his teeth were what startled her the most. After satisfying himself of their softness, he took one perky point between his sharp incisors and bit. Not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough for her to struggle to keep quiet. Flicking the entrapped tip with his tongue caused a strained moan to stray from his wife's slender throat. Yet, the moan was not of pain, but the undeniable sound of pleasure. Was this really causing his wife to be aroused? Testing the theory, he repeated the action with her other ripe nipple. This time he bit slightly harder, digging his nails into the flesh around it and using his freehand to pinch the previously abused tip. Again he heard her moan. This time another obvious sign gave away her reaction, his breaches, beneath her lithe body, started to dampen with her juices. Was his wife really such a slut that this was turning her on? Was she even aware of how her body was reacting? Megan was very aware! Her body simultaneously stung from the cruel administrations of nails and teeth, but also craved their continued assault on her breasts. Each bite, claw or lick caused a wave of sensations similar, but not as strong, as those she felt outside earlier. Shame filled her face as she tried to deal with the conflicting emotions. She lowered her face, but that caused the rope to choke her, so he had to hold her gaze up and look into Lord Drakes amused eyes as he continued to test her resolve. Finally tiring of her tits, Lord Drake moved his attention elsewhere. Down towards that inviting arrow of dark hair that pointed to a realm of warm, wet promises. Moving Megan sideways, he pushed her torso over so she fell onto the couch, unable to stop herself due to the ropes. Making sure she could still breathe, he positioned her groin on top of his lap so her hips were raised up and her legs slightly parted. He could feel her struggling to keep them closed, but with a firm grip on each thigh he caused them to part easily before him, revealing her damp cunt lips. Lord Drake was unsure how he was going to prolong this exploration of her body before he exploded with need. However, he fought to keep composed as he ran a hand from her tits, which were still in tantalising reach, all the way down to her exposed navel. As he crossed this point, he could feel her tense up and when he reached his goal he didn't hesitate to spread her cunt lips wide apart with his fingers. Before him, Lord Drake delighted in looking at Megan's exposed cunt, glistening from her own body's juices. Allowing himself only a few minutes to look, he moved his other hand up her thighs and buried two fingers forcefully inside her tight hole. It was struggle, but her wetness helped to ease them up her tight walls in her warm, moist passage. Lord Drake then started to piston his fingers in and out of his wife's powerless body. Imagining it to be his cock, he pushed them as high as they would go, with as much force as he could muster. His other hand's fingers kept her lips open whilst its thumb rubbed over the small private nub hidden beneath. Megan was mortified as her husband battered her private area with his fingers. At first, her body screamed in pain at the violation. Then it started to ease, as it adjusted to the penetration, and finally it started to trigger a recently familiar response. It seemed to start in her stomach, with small butterflies flying inside, and then it grew and moved lower down. Eventually, her whole mid section was filled with heat and desire. The need was so much that Megan started to buck her hips in time with the thrusts of the fingers, her aim was to help them enter her body deeper and faster, to help her fuel the fire inside. For Lord Drake the sight below him was divine! To have his wife practically fucking his fingers would be unbelievable, if he wasn't witnessing it first... ahem... hand. Having plenty of experience at pleasuring wanton women of his town, he knew that Megan was close to spilling over. At the penultament moment, he withdraw his fingers and denied her. Laughing deeply, he grinned at the distraught face gazing at him from the sofa. "Ah, My Pet, so you liked that did you? Well I'm pleased, but your release is mine to deliver when, or if, I'm ready. Now, it's time you earned your keep and gave me some pleasure." Pleasure?! Watching her fall into sin had been a pleasure all in itself. However, his cravings could be denied no longer. Rolling Megan off his lap and onto the floor, he grabbed her hair in his hands and guided her to kneel in front of him. Standing, but keeping a tight grip, he released his belt and allowed his breaches to fall to the floor. Becoming Lady Drake Directly in front of Megan was Lord Drakes cock, standing proud and tall. His hand in her hair stopped her from turning away, as he used his free hand to hold his length and aim it at her face. Its tip glistened as he rubbed it against her check, across her face and towards her mouth. Megan tasted the bitterness as it caressed her lips and pushed at the opening. "No My Pet, open wide and learn there is more than one way to take you virginity tonight. Be warned, if I feel those teeth, I'll knock them out!" As if to reinforce the point, Lord Drake once again struck his wife across the face. Using the shocked gasp, he forced his cock as deep inside her open mouth as he could for a first attempt. He felt her start to choke but also fight to keep her teeth away from his manhood. Holding himself deep and allowing her no movement with his vice like grip in her hair, he allowed himself to enjoy the warm, shuddering feeling of her throat embracing his cock. His huge length trapped off Megan's airways, she fought to force the invading object to leave her throat so she could breathe. It seemed her husband left it until the last possible minute, before she passed out, to pull out and allow her to gulp down the oxygen. Her reprieve was short lived as he entered her mouth again, this time pushing it down her throat even further. This time he did not stay as long, instead he withdraw out and rammed himself in again and again. For the next few minutes, Lord Drake fucked his wife face. He'd done something previously, with woman used to having their mouth taken, but his bride was not and she struggled to cope as he made her take his entire length over and over again. It only lasted a few minutes, as that was all the restraint he had left after playing with her tits and cunt. Plus, her throat was tight and trembled as she choked. As his seed was released, Lord Drake made sure his shaft was embedded deep in Megan's mouth, so his first spray jetted straight down her throat. He nearly collapsed as he came, the force of it caused his legs to shake. Holding her to him, he sat back down on the sofa. Pulled his cock out of her mouth and aimed his remaining spurts at her face. Watching closely, he grinned as it landed on her closed eyes lids, her cheek and into her gaping mouth. Once spent, he used the end of his now limp cock to rub the semen into her skin, pushing it around her face and mixing it with her tears. Lord Drake was stunned by his wife's obedience. She clearly did not like his actions but she was holding her tongue as instructed. Maybe this could be a very advantageous marriage indeed. His mind held many dark fantasies that he previously feared he would never get to enjoy, but here was a woman who did as she was told. Not only that, here was a woman who seemed to take some pleasure out of her body being used, as even now he noticed the wet trail down her inner thighs. Yes, he was going to enjoy this honeymoon. He had a week to break his new wife into how their marriage was going to be conducted. He was going to show her how to pleasure her husband in many different ways and how her happiness and pleasure was dependent solely upon his whim. Pleased with his new mission, he shoved Megan backwards onto the floor and sunk his fingers to the hilt in her cunt. As before, the fucked her relentlessly, and it wasn't long before she was fucking his digits back. Kneeling at the side of her, he used his other hand to pinch and pull at her nipples as he watched her face closely. Stopping once again when she got too close, he held still until she subsided and then started again to build her up until another wave of orgasm threatened to hit. Over and over again he did this, every time Megan thought she would explode, he stopped. Her body ached with nearly unbearable longing. As it went on, he only had to hold his fingers as she moved against them to bring her own pleasure. Finally, after what seemed like forever, he allowed her to have release. However, the build up had been so great it not only released her once, but over and over again. As if each time one was denied her, it had queued up for this moment and came with vengeance at being deprived. Lord Drake laughed as his brides body bucked and shuddered around his fingers. As he saw her dignity stripped away, for him to see the wanton whore beneath. So many possibilities, so much time! Leaving her to recover her wits, he left the room to go and clean himself up. He would not allow her the same luxury, this week she would be covered in their juices as he wished. Stripping, he took his cock in hand and started cleaning it with a damp cloth. Doing this, he thought about the last three hours, for that is all the time that has passed since they departed from the party. Closing his eyes, he remembered assaulting his bride in the car, taking her on the grounds, tying her up so he could play with her fine tits and explore her unshielded cunt. He shuddered as he relived each moment in his head, with the grand finale of her fucking herself on his fingers. Then for the third time, his cock was hard and eager. Being able twice was surprising, three times was a shock but one that caused a cruel smile to play across his lips. Returning naked to the living room, he was determined to prove there was indeed more than even two ways to take her virginity this eve. Finding her still lay on her back and half asleep during her afterglow, it was a simple task to roll her onto her front. Placing a cushion from the sofa under her hips, it raised her round, white bottom in the air. "Well My Pet, you have been very obedient in not talking and I appreciate that and therefore allowed you your release. However, I fear you will not be able to keep silent as I take another of your virgin holes. Feel free to scream and beg as much as you like, of course I will not listen because I am your master and this will please me very much. This final victory will show you who is in charge." Using his fingers to scoop up the juices from her wet cunt, he smeared them onto his cock and around the puckered hole of her anus. Then holding himself tightly, so he was rock hard, he started to push himself inside her inviting ass. He knew he should have prepared he carefully for this, he had seen whores have anal training with butt plugs and by using prying fingers to open them up before copulation. Lord Drake knew this, but did not care. He planned to have all of her tonight and would let nothing stand in his way. Megan screamed, she begged and she cried. When he had taken her womb it had hurt, her mouth had caused her to choke but this was unbearable. Unable to move, all she could do was pray he would take mercy on her and stop. Surely he was going to rip her open with his manhood! Each inch he pushed inside caused her to scream even more. However, that was nothing to when he'd reached his hilt pulled out slowly and shoved himself fully back inside. Stars crossed her vision as she feared, or hoped, she would pass out. Then he repeated the plunge and it didn't hurt quite so much, each one after was slightly easier to deal with until it felt no different to him being in her womb opening. She didn't even mind as he slapped her firm bottom with each of his thrusts. It even seemed to generate that feeling again, surely she was not capable of feeling pleasure as be defiled her in this most private of places?! Yet Lord Drake knew the answer to that question, he was barely able to stop himself from exploding inside her on the first stroke. Not wanting to deny himself this dark experience, he forced himself in and out of her body. Adoring the tightness of her ass, loving the feel of it gripping him tightly and indulged himself by listening to her beg and scream for him to stop. Knowing she had no way of controlling the situation, he made himself go faster and harder and was shaken when her screams turned to moans, and the begging turned to pleading. That the only movement she had was not to pull away but to push herself onto his cock and urge him onwards. Did she even realise what she was saying, what she was doing and how her body was reacting? Unable to ignore the sexual stimulation he was receiving from his wife's slutty behaviour, he sank himself to the hilt, used her wide hips to hold her firm and shot his spunk deep into her ass until he was empty. Then, exhausted, he collapsed to the side of her and used his fingers to continue the fucking of her anus until she too shuddered and jerked her discharge of passion. It was a an hour later that Lord Drake woke, still lying on the floor next to his wife's peaceful body. Chilled, he stood and went to clean himself up and dress himself in a night shirt. Returning with a blanket, he was all set to cover his wife's cooled body, but at the last second he didn't have the willpower to cover such a lovely sight. Instead, he lifted her up cautiously and carried her to the bedroom, where it was warmer. Laying her down, he released her ropes without waking her and secured her wrists to the headboard, he also attached a rope carefully to each ankle and secured them to the base. Not once during the night was she able to cover that stunning body of hers. Lying down under the covers next to her, Lord Drake slept more soundly than he ever had before. Content, deeply satisfied and pleased with himself, he'd found himself the perfect slut of a wife to command and control. Megan woke in the earlier hours of the morning and was confused by her surroundings. Where was she, why was she here and why was she unable to move her arms and legs? Looking sideways it all came back at her, the previous day she was married to this man that slept like an angel beside her. Then he'd brought her to the visitor's house on her own families land and proceeded to ravage her in many unspeakable ways. Looking up, she could see the reason for her immobility, the ropes that had bound her to be helpless to her new husband debauchery, now fastened her tightly to the bed. "Ah, so My Pet has awakened before me. Good morning Wife, are you ready to celebrate our first day as man and wife? First, let's remove these ropes. You should not need them any longer. You are ruined for any other man so you have no reason to leave. Also, it seems as if you are a simple whore who delights in being used by her husband." "I am not a whore, how dare you call me that. I hated everything you did to me! You took me against my will and hurt me. You are a cruel and despicable man! Wait until I tell my father what you did to me, he'll see you arrested!" Lord Drake, was shocked by this outburst, he thought she was resolved to her fate. Now she was speaking to him like a servant, with disrespect and vehemence. "Silence, Pet! You will not speak to me like that, ever! For that you will be punished! Now, as for you allegations upon my person, I will remind you that I am your husband. No police will interfere with that union. Plus, if you insist, I will explain your obvious sexual desires. It won't take much to convince them to have you taken to the mad house for being a nymphomaniac. As for your father, he told me about the nature of your birth and you ungratefulness, I doubt very much he will go against me taking you however I chose to use you. You are my Wife, My Pet, Mine!" With the last of his speech, he untied the ropes, flipped her over and dragged her until her legs hung off the bed. Without ceremony, he stood between her legs and stabbed his enraged cock straight into her cunt and fucked her. With each thrust he took his anger out on her body, holding her legs wide apart so he could beat himself into every inch of her. He fucked, and he fucked and he fucked. Megan managed not to scream at this violent treatment of her body, as if she was merely an object to be used and abused. Again, she was even more ashamed of the fact it was causing her to be aroused, this time not in one large outburst but as he took her over and over again, she came once, twice... several times. How could she ever tell anyone what happened to her without him revealing that it caused her to react this way?! In all of this, Megan remembered one of her childhood friends, Sally, a quiet girl who vanished one day at the age of 16. One day, she heard the kitchen hands discussing what had happened. It appeared she had been caught with four stable hands in the barn, it seemed as if she was unwilling but the lads pleaded that she had gone in there and flirted with them. That she had teased them and caused them to lose control. Megan knew this was a lie. Sally was so shy that if a boy even came towards her she would try and leave instead of talking to them. There was no way she would tease anyone, but that is what was believed by her family and society. It seemed Sally was taken to a mad house for her obscene behaviour and the men were allowed to return back to work. A ruined daughter was worth less than four strong stable hands. Lying there, being taken by her husband, whilst she spasmed around his cock, she knew she would tell no one what had happened to her or what will either. They would always take his word over hers, especially with him being a Lord. Her father hated her for the death of his wife so would support whatever her husband decided. She was trapped. Yet would that be so bad, yes she hated his actions but the results were amazing! Finally, feeling his anger abate, Lord Drake pulled out his cock and spurted his seed all over her back. It seemed that sight never failed to satisfy him. Striking her hard on the ass, he let her fall to the floor, spent and well used. Going to clean himself up and dress for the day, he thought about what he should do to amuse himself with his new plaything. Remembering his pre-arranged engagement at the main house, he selected an outfit, and some extra accessories for her to wear, and returned to the bedroom to find his wife curled up sobbing under the covers on the bed. "Come here My Pet, whilst I dress you appropriately for the day. I have arranged to go and visit some of our wedding guests." Megan forced herself out of bad, resigned by the knowledge that she had no choice and fearing his wrath. Standing in front of him naked, she was made to place her hands at the base of her neck, whilst he used the rope to truss up her breasts. Wrapping the coils above, below, around the sides and in the middle, he squashed them together tightly. They bulged forwards, filled with a throbbing pulse and slowly turning a light shade of purple. The veins clear on the surface and the skin taught, as if any tighter and they would burst. Once completed, Lord Drake took his time to enjoy his handiwork. Her tits were poked out and begged to be played with. Taking one in each hand he noticed they were rock hard and knew at once how sensitive they would be. Using rough fingers, he pinched each nipple and tugged them forwards causing her to stumble into him. Walking backwards he led her around the room by her nipples. Megan kept her hands on her neck and allowed it to happen. Feeling totally degraded, she shut herself off. Ignored the pain, but still aware that even that was causing her body to react favourably to his touch. Why did this pain make her feel so much pleasure? Surely it was ungodly to behave this way. There must be something really wrong with her as a person. Amused by his wife's obedient behaviour, Lord Drake stopped, selected another piece of rope and used this one between her legs. Tying it around her waist, he pulled the strap tight between her cunt lips, allowing it to rub against her sensitive clit. Satisfied with his creation, he helped her dress in her skirts and bodice, this one with a high neckline to hide the ropes restraining her engorged tits. Finally, she was ready. Knowing that is wife was bound beneath her gowns was a real turn on for Lord Drake. His cock twitched in his breaches and begged to be released and pleasured. Not wishing to deny himself anything, he pushed Megan down onto her knees. Let his cock out and slipped it straight into her warm wet mouth. "This time My Pet, you can do all the hard work. Use that pretty little mouth of yours to give me the pleasure I deserve as the master of your body." Unsure as to what to do, Megan slowly sucked on the member inside her mouth but found it difficult to manage. Eventually, she decided to use her hands to help her, wrapping her small fingers around his shaft and guiding it in and out, trying to use her tongue to lick as it went back and forth. This seemed to have desire effect, as her husband's manhood seemed to come alive in her fingers and mouth. Twitching and throbbing, Megan was startled when the formally soft flesh hardened and suddenly erupted. Obviously aware it was about to happen, her husband had pushed her head firmly onto himself so she was unable to miss a drop from sliding down her throat. Again, trying not to choke and gag, Megan fought to swallow all that was offered as she felt the ropes cutting into her breasts and private areas. Pleased with his wife's efforts, Lord Drake pulled out of her mouth and cleaned himself off with a cloth from the side. Helping his wife up, he kissed her. He hadn't really meant to, but once her mouth was next to his and it just happened. Expecting her to pull back he held her head again to stop her from fighting, instead she was pliant and surprisingly active participant. The kiss was deep, it was intense and it was wonderful. Megan had not felt this emotion since her rendezvous with John. It seemed to awaken things inside her that had previously been missing. Yes, he had brought her to satisfaction many times the previous evening and again this morning, but this contained a passion he had yet to show her in their marriage. However, Lord Drake broke off the kiss and physically grabbed her arm and led her through the house. Angry at himself for getting lost in emotions he would not allow himself to feel again. Never again would he be humiliated by a woman, especially not his wife. He would not allow himself to feel for this woman, to have her betray him and leave his reputation in tatters for all of society to see. Determined to make her pay for his error, he continued to drag her through the house and onto the carriage he'd arranged with the gardener earlier. Once in the privacy of the carriage, Lord Drake forced Megan to lift her skirts to sit down so her bare ass was against the cold of the seat and bunched up at the front. This allowed him to tug on the rope between her legs and slip a finger in-between to play with her clit as they rode along in silence. He thought about getting her to remove her bodice but decided it would be too troublesome to re-dress as the journey would only be short. However he made the most of the ten minute trip, he could see her discomfort at the rope and reassured himself that by treating her this way was the only way to maintain order in his life. "Well My Pet, we are nearly at your former home, I've sent word that we will be arriving and have asked some guests to gather to join us for the day. I expect you to be obedient at all times and show respect for your husband. Do I make myself clear?" Megan could only nod her head as the mixtures of vibrations from the carriage, the pulling on the rope and his delving fingers were causing her to once again spill over with pleasure. Trying so hard not to cry out aloud, she bit her lip as it rippled across her body and left her feeling dazed and ashamed. What if the carriage driver heard her moans? Why would her husband treat her this way in public and what did he have planned that he had expressively ordered her dutiful behaviour? Upon arriving at the mansion, Lord Drake helped his wife from the carriage. Smiling as he noted the smell of sex hanging around her frame, he was sure at least one of his guests would notice the smell and be well aware of its meaning. He also couldn't help but realise that his wife looked beautiful in the mid morning light. Her skin was radiant, aided by the glow of her orgasm and her face framed by her dark hair. Her outfit fitted her perfectly, it was modest but due to her bindings it protruded bountifully in all the correct places.