<Posted from IM between Bliss & Amberghylles><br/><br/>First Felicity whimpered at the terrible threat, and then she screamed as he slammed deep inside of her, and she felt like something tore within, but less physical than before - something like hot pain, like a broken dam bursting inside her, around his blowing cock and her frantically rubbing finger. Her first climax as a woman, hard and hot and struck through with pain, making her writhe beneath her lord in the dirt.<br/><br/>He squeezed her breasts hard enough to leave bruises as he held himself deep inside her, feeling her body obey his will as her velvety muscles clamp down and milk his cock until it was drained and then some. Brom relaxed his grip slightly, but waited several seconds, waiting to feel a renewal of the clenching grip inside before he nodded. "You may stop now."<br/><br/>It felt as if there were ropey threads of sensation running from the center of her breasts down to the impalement when  he gripped and squeezed her breasts, yet another new sensation she did not understand; with a sob, she let her hand go still upon her mound, lifting her gaze to him in the moonlight. "My... lord?" she asked, at once terrified and hopeful that this nightmare was done.<br/><br/>Breathing hard, he drew his semi-limp cock free of her sex as he lifted up to his knees. He grabbed her hair and jerked her forward to a sitting position so he could use the silky length to clean her blood and their mingled juices from his cock. Then he struggled to his feet and reached to draw up his trousers. "If I was to give you a choice, now that you've had both man and beast, which would choose?"<br/><br/>She clenched her teeth, enduring the additional humiliation of him using her hair to wipe the evidence of her claiming from himself, and struggled weakly to her knees, head bowed and arms curled around her middle. She was silent for several long moments, considering it - comparing the unnatural humiliation of tending to the steed with the awful violence of her deflowerment; and yet it remained that he, at least, was human. "Man, my lord," she whispered, her voice hoarse and defeated.<br/><br/>He took a length of rope from the saddle and looked down at her. "Can I trust you to behave without your hands bound?" He asked as he made what looked all to much like a hanging noose and moved to lower it over her head. He lifted her hair out from under it and pulled it tight against her neck, snug but just shy of choking her. The other end was tried to his saddle.<br/><br/>Her lips parted at the sight of the noose, and a horrible new terror filled her - he used her, and now meant to hang her! But her legs are too weak to move, and she remained upon them as he surrounded her neck with the rope, tightening it to her soft skin. "I'll behave, my lord, I swear it!"<br/><br/>"Be sure to," he warned her, "Or I'll nail you into the stocks and let the commoners have you till you starve." He pulled on his clothes and armor, leaving her to stand naked and covered in cooling spend and blood until he was ready and climbed back into the saddle. Slowly he walked the stallion forward, walking her past her cottage, where she could see the furtive movements of the curtains and realized that her ordeal had been well within sight and earshot of her family.<br/><br/>She struggled to her feet and stumbled after the stallion, looking over at the cottage as he led her past it... and as the realization that all was seen, heard, and naught was done to stop it, her stomach twisted horribly, threatening to spill forth the remnants of her dinner. She managed to keep it down, though she cannot stop a heart wrenching sob at this additional humiliation and betrayal.<br/>