Samantha

[Funloving62]

:: She walked on the counts arm as they entered the stables the sound of the doors slamming caught in Sam's throat as she turned around quickly. only to face those six towering grooms they grabbed her as she screamed out and bound her hands behind her she struggled but to no avail. it was then she found out the plans behind the counts evil doings not only the counts but the price as well was involved.
Panic tore at her soul as she heard she was the fox in this chase and the mighty hounds where hungry ... and for her only one word came to her breath.

" Peter" It was then that she felt the men dragging her out to the open field and blow that horn ...


“Run girl………………………………………. Run……………………. they will use you most cruelly.”

Then one of the grooms ripped Sam’s blouse open.


“Run Girl……..Run”

The thunder of hoofs could be heard in the distance.

Sam Panicked almost froze till she heard the thundering sounds of the beast in pursuit, she ran she tripped the first time tumbling Down the hill rolling that blouse ripping open fully exposing her breast to all in sight she screamed and again took off running. behind her she hear a horse running up gaining ground on her the sound of laughter echoing in her ears as she jumped over the thicket clearing it looking back only once to see the prince seated on his own mount b bearing down on her with this look in his eyes.

"Ah yes my like vixen that's it run ... run from me so i can watch your strides the prize i claim this day will be worthy of my trappings indeed the prince shouted out leering at the way her breast jiggled and bounced as she ran the way he bottom shifted in those tight form fitting pants she cut back and ducked under a bush turning and hearing out towards peters estate

"PETER!..."

NO lord Peter no Lord Cushing nothing the open fearful cries of her calling out to her love fro help. Two other men ran up behind the prince the count one the other man was not recognizable yet but she didn't take the time to look again she ran fro all she was worth.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Prince Cedric Arcaster

Prince Cedric Arcaster

He saw the girl as she scrambled beneath the split rail fence that guarded the banks of the little stream and tried to hide herself in the tangle of branches that bordered the woods. But with the trees leafless in this cold autumn the forest would provide her with scant cover.

He threw his cape back over his shoulder and stood a moment to watch her. She was a feisty one, with long legs and an ample bosom, and he knew she would be every bit as spirited when he mounted her in his bedchamber as well. All it took was this bity of sport to get his blood up and convince her that there was no escape.

He turned in his stirrups and backed the big black stallion several paces before turning his steed again and galloping full tilt towards the fence.

With one great bound the stallion cleared the fence and the stream beyond it just as Samantha scrambled up the opposite bank. He knew she would try to escape to Robert's estate and so it was an easy matter to cut her off. He could take her now, but he wanted to make sure he wasn't seen when he did. He didn't need for the Count to interfere in his enjoyment of his prize. Perhpas when he was done with her, but not now...

Samantha froze in her tracks, looking at her pursuer, the way he sat so proudly on his great steed. She felt small and alone. If he seized her, she would be helpless, his to use as he wished. No one could save her.

Gasping, her heart in her throat, she made a dash for the cover of the woods, and as she ran, she heard the steady gallup of the Prince right behind her.

He was playing with her, enjoying her fear...

 

[Funloving62]

nails dung into the dirt trapping under her fingernails as she scurried over the ground like a frighten mouse that the cat was now in chase after. she jumped over a small stream and took off at a fast pace heading to the clearing it was a track of over three hundred yards out in the open fields in sight of all. it was then that she had heard the bay of the hound taking her scent and turning to her now. not only the prince on horse back but now the retched hound where out after her two she had to make it home had to.. she ran her chest heaving her breast bouncing against the open blouse spread and rip wide open as she ran faster and faster her heart pounding in her chest as she could see the manor house in the near distance. . it was then that she felt it then hand gripping to her blouse as the prince moved in faster to her she stumbled and fell the fabric rip off in his hands as she backed and turned to a bramble bush to the side not hiding but at least to him more to have to go around it be to high to jump of to rough fro the Hoosier to go though.

The hounds came closer she feared them not knowing he would harm her or not she ran and took off again string to the house shouting for help....

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Prince Cedric Arcaster

The Prince wheeled his horse and let her run, enjoying the sight of her long legs and well-shaped behind as she struggled over the furze. He could see her Robert’s manor house behind a copse of trees but he knew he could take her easily.

Even so, he reminded himself that the Count and his men were also hunting for her, and one of them might burst from the woods at any time and spot her. If the Count got a hold of her, her doom was certainly sealed, and what a waste it would be to use a body like that for no more than food for the Count’s hounds.

The hounds! The Prince heard their accursed baying. Already the lead dogs were coming through the woods, the Count would not be far behind.

He spurred his horse and easily overtook the exhausted girl, cutting off her retreat. She looked up at him with eyes filled with terror, clutching the shredded remains of her blouse to her breasts.

“Give me your hand, girl! Hurry!”

She stared up at him in hear, her hair bedraggled, her breasts heaving as she panted for breath.

“Hurry, Samantha! The dogs will tear you to pieces! I’m your only chance!”

The dogs smelled blood. Their barks rose to a horrible din.

Samantha reached up her hand and the Prince bent down, grabbed her and swung her up over the back of the horse so that she hung there like a sack of flour. He spurred the big stallion and Samantha saw the ground rush beneath her. She felt the horse leap and saw a hedge pass beneath her, a stream, and then she felt the Prince pressing some garment over her.

“Here. Hide yourself in this.” he said as they rode, “If they find you you’re as good as dead. Your only hope is with me!”

Samantha pulled the cape around her, thankful for its warmth as the chill wind whipped by them. She lost track of where they were. It was humiliating to be hung over a horse like this, but at the moment she was too frightened to care.

The prince kept a hand in the small of her back to keep her in place, and Samantha hardly noticed when the hand slipped down to grip her buttocks, or to slide between them and probe between her legs. Surely his hand had slipped because of the rough ride. This was hardly the time for lewd gestures.

“Not far now,” the Prince said, “And soon you’ll be safe in Castle Arcaster.”

At least from the Count! he thought as he caressed her delicious derriere.

 

[Funloving62]

“Here. Hide yourself in this.” He said as they rode, “If they find you you're as good as dead. Your only hope is with me!”

His words rang into her pounding ears as that stead took off at a stead gate. The cloak she grippe and covered her partially nude form she was at least thank full for that but why had he offered to help he was not he himself one of the pursuers she was not so sure she was safe yet not truly. Yet he was right he was her only chance.

The feel of his hand to her bottom surprised her yet she thought it had to be from the ride then sharp turn and cuts of the mount cause her as to slip and slide about he had to hold on somewhere and she was covered so he grabbed where he could.

“Not far now,” the Prince said, “and soon you'll be safe in Castle Arcaster.”

The horse slowed as it entered the gates of the castle he was home whit his prize the lady Samantha Elizabeth Roberts of Aremid. She was of the young age of 18 only just turned shortly he himself the Prince had attended her coming out party the grand ball was one to remember for many reasons he had seen as many of the cites that the Dunk Of Aremids wayward daughter had cleaned up nice and was not a refined lady.. or so it seemed why was she brought here today like this dressed in clinging britches and a sheer blouse with no undergarments at all.

He slide free of the stallion and flung his bundle down and over his shoulder. " Shhh ... not a word of I will call the hound on you again woman" he carried her up the back stairs and to his own personal chamber before setting her to her feet and ripping the cloak free from her body revealed to him even against crossed arms...

"Please... Please sir i mean your grace mercy and forgiveness please I beg it.... i did nothing i only came o an invited hunt i had no idea i was the hunter ... may I have the cloak to cover with Your grace please:: she held a hand out to it her eyes downcast and trembling was that body of her on display for his eyes to rake over fully in that outfit ... or what was left of it
The Prince knew full well that the duck was on the end of loosing all he had left including his estate and his tittle if he did not come up with what the king demanded or maybe some other sort of payment for his folly out at sea not to long again Perhaps this might turning favor of the prince in these matter at hand. he could not help but gaze to those round full voluptuous breast both heaving and falling to his eyes as he stood there and the memory of her firm bottom under his hand cause him to grin with a nod wanting more. it was then that the prince moved he walked slowly around her holding that cloak over his arm eyeing her up one side and down the other not a word uttered by each now ... not till.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"Guards!" the Prince shouted suddenly.

At once the door to the chamber burst open and the room filled with burly palace guards.

"Seize her and bind her up to the bed posts, facing the wall!" he said, a sneer on his handsome face.

Samantha struggled, but to no avail. Two guards seized each hand and brought her to the foot of the bed. Ropes were passed around her wrists and she was tied to the sturdy oak posts, one wrist at each corner. Then as quickly as they had come, the guards filed out. Samantha heard the heavy door slam shut and lock after them, leaving her alone with the Prince.

She was facing the wall so she could not see him, but she could hear him pacing proudly behind her as he inspected her as if she were a piece of merchandise that he might or might not buy. And she was aware of another sound as he walked. The soft, sibilant hiss of a slim and supple riding crop that the Prince lashed idly across his leg as he looked at her.

"How I've longed for this moment, Samantha," he said. "To have you here, under my power, mine to do with as I wish. Without interference."

He stopped and ran his fingers through her hair. Standing behind her he could see her proud breasts through her shredded blouse.

The prince tangled his hands in her long hair and pulled her head back until she was forced to meet his eyes. What she saw there made her shudder: raw sexual desire, pure animal lust.

"You know what it is I want of you Samantha," he said. "MNow will you give it? Or shall I take it?"

She said nothing, and the Prince took that as her answer.

"Good." he said. "I prefer it that way."

He reached out and with a savage tug ripped the remains of her blouse from her body, exposing her in all her naked beauty.

Samantha gasped as she felt the caress of the evil whip tracing over her breasts and around her turgid nipples, the cool kiss of the soft, wicked leather giving her chills.

"Perhaps you just need some convincing." he said. "Then please permit me. It shall be my pleasure."

She felt his hands at the waist of her tights, then another savage tug and he ripped the garment from her waist, exposing the naked moons of her ass to his hungry gaze. Samantha bit her lip to keep from crying out in shame.

The Prince came up behind her and she felt one hand cup her ass while his other hand came around her body and found her stiff nipple. She stifled a groan as he began to roll her nipple between his fingers.

She felt his lips at her ear, licking her, and then he whispered, "Give in to me now, Samantha and be my whore, and spare yourself the pain of the whip. You'd might as well surrender now, because I assure you that you will surrender in the end in any case..."

 

[Funloving62]

She felt the slight breeze in the room as she stood there nude in front of the prince. bared .. stripped of all dignity she would even have left. now he told her to be his whore his wanton slut she was to proud to be that with out being taken to the last straw. those words echoed into her head.

"Give in to me now, Samantha and be my whore, and spare yourself the pain of the whip. You'd might as well surrender now, because I assure you that you will surrender in the end in any case..."

"NEVER!... "

She screamed out at him trying to spit back in his face but he did over out of the way in time her eyes burned with hatred to the man. how dare he do this to her he gave her false hope in taking her on horse back she should have known he would do such a despicable thing as this she winced feeling the ridding crop strike out over her bared breast it jiggled against the strike as he laughed quite amused in it all really she bit her lips trying not to cry out even when he did the same thing to her other breast and pinched her nipples rolling it tugging to it. she held strong she was help less and he knew it as well as she.

That ridding crop slide down her belly and to her heat as it reached that dark triangle between her thighs and slipping up spreading the folds his finger join to flick at the nub already hardening by his commands she closed her eyes and refused to look at him feeling that crop parting her and pressing up inside as he moved it in and out of her she tried not to squirm but her breathing quickened as her hips rolled but only once hearing him laugh she stopped fighting ti muffling a moan biting down harder on her lip. he had told her she would fell the whip one way or another she had no way pain or pleasure could come from that leather strap. Both breats bounded and jiggled two hard dark brown nubs pointed back to him showing him her excitment even if she refused to admitt it her body shown evidence of her excitment as he pulled out that crop covered in her jucies now.

"well... What do we have here?"



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