It was almost unbearably hot in the smithy. Searing coals glowed a fierce red in the furnace as Joss Fayrfax worked a horseshoe on his anvil. Outside the summer heat showed no signs of abating even though it was nearly five in the afternoon. Joss, who had been at work since dawn, suddenly decided he could take no more and he threw the half-worked shoe into a horse trough where it hissed and spat.

He walked to the door and filled his lungs with fresh air. What breeze there was brought the smell of his sweat to his nostrils and Joss took off his shirt and went to wash.

He primed the pump with three or four strokes and bent his head under the flow of cold water. Then he straightened and rubbed a cloth across his broad barrel chest and down his muscular forearms, wiping away the soot and grime gathered from the long day's work.

Over six feet tall, with fine features and piercing blue eyes, Joss Fayrfax had learned the blacksmith's trade from his father, inheriting the smithy when the old man died. He was not long returned from France, alive in body but dead in his mind after serving as a sniper in the mud and blood of the battle of the Somme. A great livid scar now travelled the length of Joss's thigh: it had caused him many months of agony in a hospital bed that jagged shard of shrapnel, but it also meant he survived as so many others did not.

Filling a bucket, Joss carried it into the smithy and set it down on his workbench. He stripped off the apron made of sacking he wore round his waist, unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. Ladling water in his great strong hand, he savoured the pleasure of rubbing the cloth up the inside of his thighs and over his genitals.

His balls felt full, swollen with sperm. His huge cock, instantly hard, jutted out from his flat stomach. The skin over his glans, taut and tight, peeled back when he reached down and wrapped his fingers round his cockshaft and moved his hand slowly and firmly up and down its full length. Stroking himself felt good and the pressure of his pent-up semen made him ache to release his seed.

Joss stood up and reached for the length of thin cord suspended from a hook set in the roof which he used to hobble high-spirited horses that might kick him. Then, holding his erect cock to one side with his wrist, he carefully tied a slipknot round the soft skin between his pendant balls and the thick shaft.

He pulled the slipknot tight and tugged his balls away from his body, making them bulge. The constriction made his cock swell up like a great iron bar of masculine flesh. The bite of the cord felt good.

Standing with eyes closed, Joss took the end of the cord in his left hand and closed the fingers of his right over the bulging glans of his cock, slick with oily pre-come. Then he started to masturbate, pulling down on the cord as he did so.

A mixture of pain and pleasure radiated from his sex organs across his belly and up along his arms and chest. His cock seemed to grow even harder in his hand as he used the cord to pull his balls further and further away from his body. The more he pulled, the more he had to raise himself to allow for the stretching until finally he was standing on tiptoes. If he sagged, the cord tightened another centimetre and the pain and pleasure grew almost unbearable as his balls moved higher into the air.

Joss's pleasure grew and he stroked himself harder and faster, his breathing become more laboured as he concentrated on his approaching climax. A stream of pre-come poured from the tip of his cock as he arched his body up, trying to keep himself fully extended so the cord did not feel as if it was tearing his balls from his body while he pumped his bulging cock hard with his hand. Then the intensity of what Joss was doing to himself overwhelmed him and he climaxed in a great rush of intense sexual satisfaction. Spurt after spurt of thick sperm burst from the taut tip of his glans and splattered onto the floor of the smithy as waves of hot pleasure coursed through his body.

When his orgasm had subsided, Joss slackened the cord, slowly untied it and left it hanging from the hook. He stood for a moment, breathing hard. His balls felt like they were on fire but he had achieved a release of the tension that almost, but not quite, quieted his fuck-hunger.

He would have taken a few more seconds to recover but he heard a female voice call sharply from the yard, “Hello in there?” and he hurriedly pulled his trousers up and retied his belt.

Outside a young woman was standing next to her horse. The stallion was favouring its left hoof, trying not to put its weight down. The woman was dishevelled, with a smear of mud across her cheek and a tear in the thigh of her tight riding pants.

“You took your time, Mister Fayrfax,” the young woman said sharply. “Did you not hear me calling?”

“No, miss, I did not,” Joss said, his eyes meeting hers steadily.

The girl reminded him of her mother. She had the same long golden blonde hair which she wore untied so it framed her face. Her complexion was porcelain fine, setting off her big, blue eyes and wide, sensual mouth. Her breasts were like her mother's; so big they pushed out the tight material of her riding jacket.

Joss cast his eye admiringly over the girl's bosom and then down her long shapely legs. Her name was Caroline Redgrave and she was the daughter of Sir Piers Redgrave who owned the estate which surrounded the village.

"How can I help you, Miss Redgrave?” Joss asked.

“Ajax threw a shoe,” she said. “Up on the gallops. Threw me too, the bloody beast. I need you to reshoe him for me. Now, so I can get home.”

Joss felt his hackles rise. He did not work for Sir Piers and being told what to do by his daughter was something he found hard to accept.

“I'm sorry, Miss, but I have finished my work for today. You can leave Ajax here if you wish and I will stable him until I can do the job in the morning. You can collect him at midday.”

“Oh good God, man,” Caroline Redgrave snapped at him. “Don't be so bloody stupid. It's three miles back to the house and I have to get ready for dinner.”

“I'm sorry, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said firmly. “Leave Ajax or walk him home, the choice is yours. I am concerned only for the horse, not your dinner arrangements.”

“Damn you, Fayrfax, shoe the bloody horse like I told you to!” Caroline Redgrave cried in fury, stepping forward and raising her crop towards Joss's face.

Astonishingly fast for a man of his bulk, Joss caught her arm as it descended and twisted her wrist behind her back, pulling her hard into his chest. She struggled to get free but could not.

“How dare you!” Caroline raged. “Let me go!”

Joss spoke very quietly and deliberately.

“Your mother once spoke to me like that,” he said. “A few days before I was due to go to France. My father had left me in charge of the smithy and she came calling. It was hot, just like today and I was fuck-hungry. Just like I am today.” Joss paused for a moment. Then he said, “You remind me of your mother in so many ways…”

Caroline tried to struggle but Joss held her firm, holding her hard against his body so her breasts mounded against his bare chest, her belly against his groin. He saw from her eyes that she could feel his hard cock pressing against her mons.

“Let me go, Mister Fayrfax,” Caroline said, and Joss could tell she was making an effort to take the anger from her voice. “I'm sorry - I didn't mean -”

Joss acted as if he had not heard her.

“And then,” he said slowly, “when I was holding your mother in my arms, just as I am you now, I thought, what were my chances of coming back alive from the war? None of the others I went with came back. So what was there to stop me satisfying that fuck-hunger I felt? Eighteen years ago, that was. Eighteen years since I last thrust my prick into a Redgrave. And I reckon it's time I took my pleasure with another one…”

Caroline Redgrave was breathing hard. Joss could see fear in her eyes.

“Please, Mister Fayrfax,” she whimpered, “I said I was sorry!”

With no effort at all Joss bent and hooked his arm under Caroline's knees and lifted her into his arms. “Shall we go inside?” he said in a low, cold voice. “I'm sure your horse will be safe out here for a while…”

The smithy was hot and dark and smelled of semen. Joss put Caroline down and stood between her and the door. He could see she was trembling and looking for a way to escape. But there was little point in trying, the smithy was isolated and no-one lived near enough to hear her scream for help.

Joss slowly unbuckled his belt. His eyes met Caroline's as he slid his pants down his long, muscled legs and stepped out of them, exposing his huge cock, hot and hard with the intensity of his lust. He wanted her to see how aroused he was, to know he was excited because he held her captive and was looking forward to what he was about to do to her.

“Oh God, no, Mister Fayrfax,” she said, looking down at his engorged cock. “Please - I - “

“ - Talk too much,” said Joss, watching Caroline carefully as he walked over and took down several lengths of rope hanging from a hook.

“What are you going to do?” Caroline asked, her voice betraying her fear.

“Do what I do to any proud animal while I'm going about my business,” Joss said. “Hobble it.”

Caroline Redgrave rushed at him, trying to escape. He grabbed her easily and took hold of one arm, holding it out in front of her body while he tied the rope round her wrist. Then he tied the rope round her other wrist.

“You'll never get away with this,” she said, struggling as Joss bent and swiftly tied her knees together. He was careful to leave a short length of rope between the two knots so he would be able to open her legs.

“I already have, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, and he reached for the cloth he'd used to wash himself, tied a knot in the middle of it and then fitted the knot between Caroline's teeth and tied it behind her head.

Bound and gagged, her eyes flashing, her chest heaving, staring at him with fear and hatred, Caroline Redgrave stood before Joss. Only one thing remained and he did that as effortlessly as he had all else.

He pulled down one end of the cord he'd used to masturbate himself, looped it through the rope tying Caroline's wrists together and lifted her into the air, tying the other end of the cord to a ring in the wall. He watched as she hung helplessly, a faint smile on his lips.

There was something almost animal in what Joss did next. He stripped off his shirt and stood naked behind Caroline. Then took her blond hair in one hand, lifted it back from her neck and leaned close to her. He closed his eyes to inhale the warm scent of her perfumed flesh and kissed the smooth softness of her neck, very lightly, his lips no more than grazing the skin.

Time and again Joss did this, running his lips from the base of her neck to under the lobe of her ear, kissing and smelling the beautiful young woman. He did not speak, did not tell her this was what had kept him alive in the trenches, the thought that he must survive to have the pleasure of doing this to a woman, no matter if she were a whore or an aristocratic heiress.

Still with his eyes closed, Joss felt more intensely aroused than at any time since before he'd gone off to war, since the last time he'd fucked a Redgrave, and he reached round to take hold of the buttons of Caroline's riding jacket, the action pulling her body back against him so his cock pressed into the divide between her full buttocks. The soft material of her riding pants against the shaft of his cock felt wonderful but he knew that very soon the shaft would be pressing between the velvet cheeks of her bare behind which would be much, much better.

Oblivious to the sound of Caroline's laboured breathing and the pain he was causing her, Joss unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it open. He could feel the silky material of a chemise covering her breasts and he hooked his fingers in the neckline and yanked the material down, snapping the thin shoulder straps.

Joss filled his hands with the softness of Caroline's bare breasts, cupping the big globes in his palms and trapping her nipples between his first and second fingers. He squeezed the tips hard at the same time as he rubbed his cock up and down the furrow of her buttocks and opened his mouth to bite into the soft flesh of her neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make her whimper behind the gag. He could not describe what it was about Caroline that compelled him to treat her roughly, to take her with such force. But he followed this instinct now, trusting it.

He moved his hands from her breasts to under her plump arse cheeks, leaving her in no doubt they were next as he dug into the mounds with his nails. Then he reached round to the waistband of her riding pants, ripped the buttons open and dragged the material down over the flare of her hips to the point where he had tied her knees together.

“Not quite so proud now, are you Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, his lips close to her ear, the dripping tip of his huge hard prick pressed hard into the small of her back. He heard her moan something in response but did not loosen the gag.

Instead he slid his hand over Caroline's belly which fluttered in response to his touch and then pushed his finger into the slit of her pussy, feeling for the hole. He expected her to be dry but she was not, her pussy was wet and Joss guessed it was because he had caressed her breasts and played with her nipples. He entered her with a fingertip and met a resistance.

“You're still a virgin?”

Caroline nodded.

“Well, no matter,” Joss said. “I'm sure we can find a way for you to accommodate my cock just as well.”

He stepped away from Caroline and walked over to his workbench. He found the tin of goose grease he used for softening saddle leather and dug out a big dollop of the grease onto his fingers. Then he walked back in front of Caroline so she would be able to see what he intended to do.

The strain and humiliation of hanging by her arms showed clearly on her face as she struggled against the knots. Joss reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek and then stood back so she could watch as he reached down and started oiling his cock, working the goose grease over the dripping glans and then back down to the base. The action made his prick swell even more so it looked massive and menacing, quivering with need.

Caroline made a low moan deep in her chest but Joss ignored her. He walked round behind her and stroked his cock up and down the furrow of her arse, smearing the thick lubricant on her arse hole. The cheeks parted under his greedy fingers, exposing the tiny rosehole, brown and crinkled. What a beautiful arse, he thought, so perfectly round, smooth and creamy white, the inner crease a pale pink. To Joss it was a sexual arse, perfect for just such loving.

Joss moved his fingers up and down along the inner valley of Caroline's bottom, pressing the globes open and letting them close around his greasy, probing fingers. The sounds Caroline was making behind the gag hushed and a whimpering began in her throat.

She flexed her hips, vainly trying to bump his prick off the target. But Joss steadied Caroline with one hand on her thigh, the other hot around his cock as he pressed it against the tiny opening. He grunted as the head flowed jerkily inside her arsehole and he moved his fingers between her legs, digging into the swollen lips of her pussy, rubbing and stroking her clitoris. Her pain-filled cries quieted and he moved deeper and deeper within her, the way paved by the slippery grease.

Joss pushed, trying to hurry the process. It was better than fucking a virgin, much better. There was a tightness around his cock like a snug, hot hand that held him. He thrust, feeling the skin crinkle and fold, resisting him. Then he stopped, holding Caroline's buttocks open, nudging his thick cock in and out, loosening the tight entrance.

With a sudden violent lunge he was inside her, complete and finished, his angry hot cock throbbing, the tightly-clasping sheath enclosing his shaft right up to the base. Joss couldn't remember the last time he had felt such sexual heat, endured such pleasure. Groaning softly he moved, not losing his hard gained entrance, just probing, pressing, fucking Caroline's arsehole without taking his heavy cock out of her.

He slid both hands between her legs, burying his fingers in her pussylips, churning up the delicious wetness, stroking back and forth, his fingertips rolling the stiff bud of her clit. This time he bit into her shoulder as he moved his cock, finding the entrance was now ready. He could really fuck her now.

Joss slid his tightly held cock almost out of Caroline's rectum and then back up inside her again, meeting the tiny entrance to her bowels as he fucked her. Holding her steady, he ploughed in and out, parting the slimy tightness of flesh as it sought to trap him. His cock throbbed, bursting with the tightness of her anal virginity, more pleasurable than painful.

Again and again he fucked her, delighting in the tightness of her sphincter as it gripped the base of his cock, the heat of her back passage as it opened to his invading shaft. He called her name to her, sucked her shoulder, bounced his balls against the dripping lips of her cunt. He felt the buzzing in his belly and knew he would come any minute. His fingers pressed in her pubic hairs, pulled the tiny blond curled hairs, dug into her clit, spread wide her juicy pussylips, masturbating her as he rammed his cock repeatedly into her arse.

“Come on - come on!” he cried against her ear then once more closed his teeth on the soft skin of her neck. Her plump arse swallowed his massive prick, took the head deep into her bowels, and Joss felt his cock quiver, growing harder and longer as semen surged into the shaft of his cock.

“Yes - ah yess!” Joss cried, the pleasure overwhelming as he emptied his balls deep into Caroline's arsehole. Time and again his hips jerked and his arse muscles flexed as he pumped out jets of hot thick sperm into the young woman he held captive against him. His climax was so intense Joss almost fainted but he still noticed that his fingers paddling in Caroline's cunt were syrupy wet and he knew he had made her come.

Slowly and gently Joss withdrew from Caroline's bottom and stood for a moment fighting for breath. Then he turned Caroline toward him and stood in front of her, the wet slime of his come and the grease he had used glistening on the head and shaft of his still-hard prick.

Stepping close, he reached up and untied the cord that held Caroline up. She sagged and almost fell but he caught her in his arms and lowered her to the floor. He knelt next to her, holding her against his chest, and reached behind her head to untie the gag.

“You bastard,” she spat into his face. “You complete and utter bastard. You raped me!”

“Yes,” Joss said coolly. “And it was very enjoyable.”

Fire flashed in her eyes. “Well we'll see how enjoyable it is when I tell my father and he has you arrested.”

Joss's eyes met Caroline's and looked deep into them. His eyes were the same colour as hers.

“You may tell Sir Piers what you like,” he said. “But he's not your father.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Caroline cried, her naked breasts heaving with her anger and humiliation.

“I told you I fucked your mother eighteen years ago. You are eighteen now. Tell Sir Piers what you like but he's not your father. I am.”

“Oh dear God,” Caroline said, her voice barely audible.

Joss could see from her face she knew he was telling the truth, confirming the doubts she had always had. Her head sank down and she began to sob quietly.

For a moment Joss felt remorse for the way he had hurt her in taking his pleasure. But then the heat of his desire replaced it and he knew he had only taken what was rightfully his.

“Caroline?” he said softly.

She raised her face. “Yes?”

Joss bent and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he threaded his fingers in her thick blond hair and held her head tight in his big hand.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly.

She did as she was told.

“Suck your Daddy clean, sweetheart,” Joss said, and he gently but firmly pushed her mouth down over the slippery wet crown of his cock which jutted up hard and strong from between his legs.

To be continued…

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It was almost unbearably hot in the smithy. Searing coals glowed a fierce red in the furnace as Joss Fayrfax worked a horseshoe on his anvil. Outside the summer heat showed no signs of abating even though it was nearly five in the afternoon. Joss, who had been at work since dawn, suddenly decided he could take no more and he threw the half-worked shoe into a horse trough where it hissed and spat.

He walked to the door and filled his lungs with fresh air. What breeze there was brought the smell of his sweat to his nostrils and Joss took off his shirt and went to wash.

He primed the pump with three or four strokes and bent his head under the flow of cold water. Then he straightened and rubbed a cloth across his broad barrel chest and down his muscular forearms, wiping away the soot and grime gathered from the long day's work.

Over six feet tall, with fine features and piercing blue eyes, Joss Fayrfax had learned the blacksmith's trade from his father, inheriting the smithy when the old man died. He was not long returned from France, alive in body but dead in his mind after serving as a sniper in the mud and blood of the battle of the Somme. A great livid scar now travelled the length of Joss's thigh: it had caused him many months of agony in a hospital bed that jagged shard of shrapnel, but it also meant he survived as so many others did not.

Filling a bucket, Joss carried it into the smithy and set it down on his workbench. He stripped off the apron made of sacking he wore round his waist, unbuckled his belt and lowered his pants. Ladling water in his great strong hand, he savoured the pleasure of rubbing the cloth up the inside of his thighs and over his genitals.

His balls felt full, swollen with sperm. His huge cock, instantly hard, jutted out from his flat stomach. The skin over his glans, taut and tight, peeled back when he reached down and wrapped his fingers round his cockshaft and moved his hand slowly and firmly up and down its full length. Stroking himself felt good and the pressure of his pent-up semen made him ache to release his seed.

Joss stood up and reached for the length of thin cord suspended from a hook set in the roof which he used to hobble high-spirited horses that might kick him. Then, holding his erect cock to one side with his wrist, he carefully tied a slipknot round the soft skin between his pendant balls and the thick shaft.

He pulled the slipknot tight and tugged his balls away from his body, making them bulge. The constriction made his cock swell up like a great iron bar of masculine flesh. The bite of the cord felt good.

Standing with eyes closed, Joss took the end of the cord in his left hand and closed the fingers of his right over the bulging glans of his cock, slick with oily pre-come. Then he started to masturbate, pulling down on the cord as he did so.

A mixture of pain and pleasure radiated from his sex organs across his belly and up along his arms and chest. His cock seemed to grow even harder in his hand as he used the cord to pull his balls further and further away from his body. The more he pulled, the more he had to raise himself to allow for the stretching until finally he was standing on tiptoes. If he sagged, the cord tightened another centimetre and the pain and pleasure grew almost unbearable as his balls moved higher into the air.

Joss's pleasure grew and he stroked himself harder and faster, his breathing become more laboured as he concentrated on his approaching climax. A stream of pre-come poured from the tip of his cock as he arched his body up, trying to keep himself fully extended so the cord did not feel as if it was tearing his balls from his body while he pumped his bulging cock hard with his hand. Then the intensity of what Joss was doing to himself overwhelmed him and he climaxed in a great rush of intense sexual satisfaction. Spurt after spurt of thick sperm burst from the taut tip of his glans and splattered onto the floor of the smithy as waves of hot pleasure coursed through his body.

When his orgasm had subsided, Joss slackened the cord, slowly untied it and left it hanging from the hook. He stood for a moment, breathing hard. His balls felt like they were on fire but he had achieved a release of the tension that almost, but not quite, quieted his fuck-hunger.

He would have taken a few more seconds to recover but he heard a female voice call sharply from the yard, “Hello in there?” and he hurriedly pulled his trousers up and retied his belt.

Outside a young woman was standing next to her horse. The stallion was favouring its left hoof, trying not to put its weight down. The woman was dishevelled, with a smear of mud across her cheek and a tear in the thigh of her tight riding pants.

“You took your time, Mister Fayrfax,” the young woman said sharply. “Did you not hear me calling?”

“No, miss, I did not,” Joss said, his eyes meeting hers steadily.

The girl reminded him of her mother. She had the same long golden blonde hair which she wore untied so it framed her face. Her complexion was porcelain fine, setting off her big, blue eyes and wide, sensual mouth. Her breasts were like her mother's; so big they pushed out the tight material of her riding jacket.

Joss cast his eye admiringly over the girl's bosom and then down her long shapely legs. Her name was Caroline Redgrave and she was the daughter of Sir Piers Redgrave who owned the estate which surrounded the village.

"How can I help you, Miss Redgrave?” Joss asked.

“Ajax threw a shoe,” she said. “Up on the gallops. Threw me too, the bloody beast. I need you to reshoe him for me. Now, so I can get home.”

Joss felt his hackles rise. He did not work for Sir Piers and being told what to do by his daughter was something he found hard to accept.

“I'm sorry, Miss, but I have finished my work for today. You can leave Ajax here if you wish and I will stable him until I can do the job in the morning. You can collect him at midday.”

“Oh good God, man,” Caroline Redgrave snapped at him. “Don't be so bloody stupid. It's three miles back to the house and I have to get ready for dinner.”

“I'm sorry, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said firmly. “Leave Ajax or walk him home, the choice is yours. I am concerned only for the horse, not your dinner arrangements.”

“Damn you, Fayrfax, shoe the bloody horse like I told you to!” Caroline Redgrave cried in fury, stepping forward and raising her crop towards Joss's face.

Astonishingly fast for a man of his bulk, Joss caught her arm as it descended and twisted her wrist behind her back, pulling her hard into his chest. She struggled to get free but could not.

“How dare you!” Caroline raged. “Let me go!”

Joss spoke very quietly and deliberately.

“Your mother once spoke to me like that,” he said. “A few days before I was due to go to France. My father had left me in charge of the smithy and she came calling. It was hot, just like today and I was fuck-hungry. Just like I am today.” Joss paused for a moment. Then he said, “You remind me of your mother in so many ways…”

Caroline tried to struggle but Joss held her firm, holding her hard against his body so her breasts mounded against his bare chest, her belly against his groin. He saw from her eyes that she could feel his hard cock pressing against her mons.

“Let me go, Mister Fayrfax,” Caroline said, and Joss could tell she was making an effort to take the anger from her voice. “I'm sorry - I didn't mean -”

Joss acted as if he had not heard her.

“And then,” he said slowly, “when I was holding your mother in my arms, just as I am you now, I thought, what were my chances of coming back alive from the war? None of the others I went with came back. So what was there to stop me satisfying that fuck-hunger I felt? Eighteen years ago, that was. Eighteen years since I last thrust my prick into a Redgrave. And I reckon it's time I took my pleasure with another one…”

Caroline Redgrave was breathing hard. Joss could see fear in her eyes.

“Please, Mister Fayrfax,” she whimpered, “I said I was sorry!”

With no effort at all Joss bent and hooked his arm under Caroline's knees and lifted her into his arms. “Shall we go inside?” he said in a low, cold voice. “I'm sure your horse will be safe out here for a while…”

The smithy was hot and dark and smelled of semen. Joss put Caroline down and stood between her and the door. He could see she was trembling and looking for a way to escape. But there was little point in trying, the smithy was isolated and no-one lived near enough to hear her scream for help.

Joss slowly unbuckled his belt. His eyes met Caroline's as he slid his pants down his long, muscled legs and stepped out of them, exposing his huge cock, hot and hard with the intensity of his lust. He wanted her to see how aroused he was, to know he was excited because he held her captive and was looking forward to what he was about to do to her.

“Oh God, no, Mister Fayrfax,” she said, looking down at his engorged cock. “Please - I - “

“ - Talk too much,” said Joss, watching Caroline carefully as he walked over and took down several lengths of rope hanging from a hook.

“What are you going to do?” Caroline asked, her voice betraying her fear.

“Do what I do to any proud animal while I'm going about my business,” Joss said. “Hobble it.”

Caroline Redgrave rushed at him, trying to escape. He grabbed her easily and took hold of one arm, holding it out in front of her body while he tied the rope round her wrist. Then he tied the rope round her other wrist.

“You'll never get away with this,” she said, struggling as Joss bent and swiftly tied her knees together. He was careful to leave a short length of rope between the two knots so he would be able to open her legs.

“I already have, Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, and he reached for the cloth he'd used to wash himself, tied a knot in the middle of it and then fitted the knot between Caroline's teeth and tied it behind her head.

Bound and gagged, her eyes flashing, her chest heaving, staring at him with fear and hatred, Caroline Redgrave stood before Joss. Only one thing remained and he did that as effortlessly as he had all else.

He pulled down one end of the cord he'd used to masturbate himself, looped it through the rope tying Caroline's wrists together and lifted her into the air, tying the other end of the cord to a ring in the wall. He watched as she hung helplessly, a faint smile on his lips.

There was something almost animal in what Joss did next. He stripped off his shirt and stood naked behind Caroline. Then took her blond hair in one hand, lifted it back from her neck and leaned close to her. He closed his eyes to inhale the warm scent of her perfumed flesh and kissed the smooth softness of her neck, very lightly, his lips no more than grazing the skin.

Time and again Joss did this, running his lips from the base of her neck to under the lobe of her ear, kissing and smelling the beautiful young woman. He did not speak, did not tell her this was what had kept him alive in the trenches, the thought that he must survive to have the pleasure of doing this to a woman, no matter if she were a whore or an aristocratic heiress.

Still with his eyes closed, Joss felt more intensely aroused than at any time since before he'd gone off to war, since the last time he'd fucked a Redgrave, and he reached round to take hold of the buttons of Caroline's riding jacket, the action pulling her body back against him so his cock pressed into the divide between her full buttocks. The soft material of her riding pants against the shaft of his cock felt wonderful but he knew that very soon the shaft would be pressing between the velvet cheeks of her bare behind which would be much, much better.

Oblivious to the sound of Caroline's laboured breathing and the pain he was causing her, Joss unbuttoned her jacket and pulled it open. He could feel the silky material of a chemise covering her breasts and he hooked his fingers in the neckline and yanked the material down, snapping the thin shoulder straps.

Joss filled his hands with the softness of Caroline's bare breasts, cupping the big globes in his palms and trapping her nipples between his first and second fingers. He squeezed the tips hard at the same time as he rubbed his cock up and down the furrow of her buttocks and opened his mouth to bite into the soft flesh of her neck, not hard enough to draw blood but enough to make her whimper behind the gag. He could not describe what it was about Caroline that compelled him to treat her roughly, to take her with such force. But he followed this instinct now, trusting it.

He moved his hands from her breasts to under her plump arse cheeks, leaving her in no doubt they were next as he dug into the mounds with his nails. Then he reached round to the waistband of her riding pants, ripped the buttons open and dragged the material down over the flare of her hips to the point where he had tied her knees together.

“Not quite so proud now, are you Miss Redgrave,” Joss said, his lips close to her ear, the dripping tip of his huge hard prick pressed hard into the small of her back. He heard her moan something in response but did not loosen the gag.

Instead he slid his hand over Caroline's belly which fluttered in response to his touch and then pushed his finger into the slit of her pussy, feeling for the hole. He expected her to be dry but she was not, her pussy was wet and Joss guessed it was because he had caressed her breasts and played with her nipples. He entered her with a fingertip and met a resistance.

“You're still a virgin?”

Caroline nodded.

“Well, no matter,” Joss said. “I'm sure we can find a way for you to accommodate my cock just as well.”

He stepped away from Caroline and walked over to his workbench. He found the tin of goose grease he used for softening saddle leather and dug out a big dollop of the grease onto his fingers. Then he walked back in front of Caroline so she would be able to see what he intended to do.

The strain and humiliation of hanging by her arms showed clearly on her face as she struggled against the knots. Joss reached out and tenderly stroked her cheek and then stood back so she could watch as he reached down and started oiling his cock, working the goose grease over the dripping glans and then back down to the base. The action made his prick swell even more so it looked massive and menacing, quivering with need.

Caroline made a low moan deep in her chest but Joss ignored her. He walked round behind her and stroked his cock up and down the furrow of her arse, smearing the thick lubricant on her arse hole. The cheeks parted under his greedy fingers, exposing the tiny rosehole, brown and crinkled. What a beautiful arse, he thought, so perfectly round, smooth and creamy white, the inner crease a pale pink. To Joss it was a sexual arse, perfect for just such loving.

Joss moved his fingers up and down along the inner valley of Caroline's bottom, pressing the globes open and letting them close around his greasy, probing fingers. The sounds Caroline was making behind the gag hushed and a whimpering began in her throat.

She flexed her hips, vainly trying to bump his prick off the target. But Joss steadied Caroline with one hand on her thigh, the other hot around his cock as he pressed it against the tiny opening. He grunted as the head flowed jerkily inside her arsehole and he moved his fingers between her legs, digging into the swollen lips of her pussy, rubbing and stroking her clitoris. Her pain-filled cries quieted and he moved deeper and deeper within her, the way paved by the slippery grease.

Joss pushed, trying to hurry the process. It was better than fucking a virgin, much better. There was a tightness around his cock like a snug, hot hand that held him. He thrust, feeling the skin crinkle and fold, resisting him. Then he stopped, holding Caroline's buttocks open, nudging his thick cock in and out, loosening the tight entrance.

With a sudden violent lunge he was inside her, complete and finished, his angry hot cock throbbing, the tightly-clasping sheath enclosing his shaft right up to the base. Joss couldn't remember the last time he had felt such sexual heat, endured such pleasure. Groaning softly he moved, not losing his hard gained entrance, just probing, pressing, fucking Caroline's arsehole without taking his heavy cock out of her.

He slid both hands between her legs, burying his fingers in her pussylips, churning up the delicious wetness, stroking back and forth, his fingertips rolling the stiff bud of her clit. This time he bit into her shoulder as he moved his cock, finding the entrance was now ready. He could really fuck her now.

Joss slid his tightly held cock almost out of Caroline's rectum and then back up inside her again, meeting the tiny entrance to her bowels as he fucked her. Holding her steady, he ploughed in and out, parting the slimy tightness of flesh as it sought to trap him. His cock throbbed, bursting with the tightness of her anal virginity, more pleasurable than painful.

Again and again he fucked her, delighting in the tightness of her sphincter as it gripped the base of his cock, the heat of her back passage as it opened to his invading shaft. He called her name to her, sucked her shoulder, bounced his balls against the dripping lips of her cunt. He felt the buzzing in his belly and knew he would come any minute. His fingers pressed in her pubic hairs, pulled the tiny blond curled hairs, dug into her clit, spread wide her juicy pussylips, masturbating her as he rammed his cock repeatedly into her arse.

“Come on - come on!” he cried against her ear then once more closed his teeth on the soft skin of her neck. Her plump arse swallowed his massive prick, took the head deep into her bowels, and Joss felt his cock quiver, growing harder and longer as semen surged into the shaft of his cock.

“Yes - ah yess!” Joss cried, the pleasure overwhelming as he emptied his balls deep into Caroline's arsehole. Time and again his hips jerked and his arse muscles flexed as he pumped out jets of hot thick sperm into the young woman he held captive against him. His climax was so intense Joss almost fainted but he still noticed that his fingers paddling in Caroline's cunt were syrupy wet and he knew he had made her come.

Slowly and gently Joss withdrew from Caroline's bottom and stood for a moment fighting for breath. Then he turned Caroline toward him and stood in front of her, the wet slime of his come and the grease he had used glistening on the head and shaft of his still-hard prick.

Stepping close, he reached up and untied the cord that held Caroline up. She sagged and almost fell but he caught her in his arms and lowered her to the floor. He knelt next to her, holding her against his chest, and reached behind her head to untie the gag.

“You bastard,” she spat into his face. “You complete and utter bastard. You raped me!”

“Yes,” Joss said coolly. “And it was very enjoyable.”

Fire flashed in her eyes. “Well we'll see how enjoyable it is when I tell my father and he has you arrested.”

Joss's eyes met Caroline's and looked deep into them. His eyes were the same colour as hers.

“You may tell Sir Piers what you like,” he said. “But he's not your father.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Caroline cried, her naked breasts heaving with her anger and humiliation.

“I told you I fucked your mother eighteen years ago. You are eighteen now. Tell Sir Piers what you like but he's not your father. I am.”

“Oh dear God,” Caroline said, her voice barely audible.

Joss could see from her face she knew he was telling the truth, confirming the doubts she had always had. Her head sank down and she began to sob quietly.

For a moment Joss felt remorse for the way he had hurt her in taking his pleasure. But then the heat of his desire replaced it and he knew he had only taken what was rightfully his.

“Caroline?” he said softly.

She raised her face. “Yes?”

Joss bent and kissed her gently on the lips. Then he threaded his fingers in her thick blond hair and held her head tight in his big hand.

“Open your mouth,” he said softly.

She did as she was told.

“Suck your Daddy clean, sweetheart,” Joss said, and he gently but firmly pushed her mouth down over the slippery wet crown of his cock which jutted up hard and strong from between his legs.

To be continued…

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