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Arthur marched across a wheat field, cutting through the yellowed crops until a small wooden cabin appeared over the horizon. Arthur crept up the old ratty stairs leading to the front door. He waited silently listening for any commotion inside. With a smirk on his face, Arthur knocked his knuckles against the wood grain door. "Knock knock…" Arthur loudly growled out. A middle-aged man opened the door, with a confused look on his face. "Sir? How can I help you?" The man politely asked. Arthur only chuckled in response, "Leopold Strauss ring a bell?" The man's eyes widened in shock, he quickly attempted to shut the door on Arthur. Arthur slammed his body against the door, sending the man cowering behind the door flying backwards onto the floor. "Now… you try to run again and I will break your goddamn ankles." Arthur hissed. Arthur approached the man lying on the floor, he gripped him by the collar, slamming his fists against the man's face repeatedly, "Where the fuck is my money?!" Arthur yelled at the man. The man stayed silent despite his whines of pain. Arthur just smiled, "Yeah that's it, I'm breaking your legs."
The man howled in agony as Arthur stomped on his knees, instantly sending the bones backward and twisting his legs in an unnatural position. The man begged for Arthur to stop, instead he got up to look around the house, starting with the kitchen, he rifled through every cabinet and drawer. He walked through the house checking every crevice, collecting whatever he could find. Arthur walked down a hallway leading to a white door with peeling paint. Arthur fiddled with the doorknob, rolling his eyes at the simple locking mechanism.
Arthur backed up from the door and with a single swift kick broke the door off its hinges. He walked inside the room only to see a small bedroom with a young woman cowering on the bed. The woman flinched as Arthur approached, "Please sir we don't have any money to give you." She cried.
"You shouldn't borrow what you can't pay back." Arthur hissed at the woman, he moved around the room taking the small amount of jewelry the woman had. "This ain't enough," Arthur mumbled under his breath.
The woman wrung her hands together and stood from the bed, "There's a hidden panel in the kitchen, it's got all our savings in it." She sheepishly said.
Arthur grabbed her by the arm and led her to the kitchen, upon entering the woman screamed seeing his unconscious husband on the floor. "What did you do to him?!" She cried aloud. Arthur threw the woman to the floor, "Money. Now." He growled.
The woman scrambled on the floor, searching for the hidden panel, Arthur watched with an expression of boredom. The woman popped off an inconspicuous piece of flooring and reached her hand inside. She pulled out a small wad of cash, "What the hell? There's barely anything here? How?" She frantically cried.
Arthur watched her with a frown, "Guess we know why he took out a loan." Arthur walked towards the woman and took the small amount of cash sitting in her hands. "Now this doesn't solve my predicament." Arthur groaned. "Hell might as well kill em, get something out of it." He chuckled.
The woman lunged forward towards Arthur, "Wait! sir, please! I-i- maybe we can make a deal?!" She gasped out. Arthur shoved his hands into his pockets and grabbed a cigar, lighting it and taking a long puff before responding, "Now, what could you possibly have that I would want?"
The woman wrung her hands together, "Me, sir." She shakily whispered. Arthur took another puff of his cigar, blowing the smoke toward the woman, "What's your name, girl?" He grunted. The woman shivered, looking up into Arthur's empty eyes, "Clara, my name is Clara." She shakily whispered. Arthur walked towards the kitchen table that sat in the middle of the room, directly across from the man bleeding out on the floor. "Come here, girl," Arthur Demanded.
Clara picked herself off the floor and wobbled her way over to Arthur, she stooped a few feet away from him, awaiting his next command. Arthur grabbed Clara by the shoulders and forced her onto her knees, he dragged her towards his crotch, scraping her pantyhose against the old wood flooring.
Arthur kept an iron grip on her left shoulder while his other hand snaked around to his crotch, unfastening the golden-bronze metal buttons. He slid his calloused hand into his now unbuttoned trousers and pulled out his semi-hard cock, he slid his hands up and down the shaft before looking at Clara, "You bite or scratch and I will cut off your hands."
Clara gulped and nodded, "Yes sir."
She bit her lip and moved both her hands to Arthur's cock, she stroked it gently with her fingers, sending shivers down Arthur's back, he huffed loudly before taking another puff of his cigar, "Damn, it's been a long time since I had a pretty lil' lady touching me."
Clara continued to stroke his cock, twirling her fingers around his tip, just the way she did for her husband.
Clara brought her lips to the pulsing cock, sucking lightly on the tip, tasting the salty precum leaking from it. Arthur's body shivered as Clara licked and sucked on his cock, he moved his hands to the back of her head, locking her in place, before forcing her to deepthroat his cock. It burned Clara's throat and made her groggily gag, she struggled to pull her head back off Arthur's cock, tears pooled in the corner of Clara's eyes as he violently shoved his cock in and out of her mouth, drawing sweet sounds of pleasure from Arthur and pitiful whimpers from Clara.
He throat fucked Clara until he felt the familiar warmth spreading through his lower body, he quickly ripped his cock out of her mouth and pushed her aside, calming his body and stopping himself from cumming. Arthur looked at the pale-faced woman and smirked, "Come on now, girl. When's the next time I'm going to get an opportunity like this? Gotta savor it."
Clara silently prayed to god as Arthur roughly grabbed her by the waist and set her down on the old wooden dining table, scrunching up the tablecloth and spilling a pair of plates onto the ground shattering them. Arthur gripped Clara's skirt and yanked it multiple times, completely ripping it from her lower body, leaving her lower half in nothing but pantyhose and panties.
Clara cowered and prepared herself for whatever was going to happen next. Arthur tore Clara's blouse off her torso, leaving her chest bare. Arthur licked his lips and moved his hands to grope her chest, "For a farm girl, you sure got city girl tits." He huskily joked.
Clara didn't respond and instead hid her face behind her locks of hair. Arthur growled and pushed her hair behind her ears, "I think I might just go stomp your husband's head in."
Clara's eyes widened and she reached her hands out to grip Arthur's vest, "Wait! Wait!.... I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I like it I promise."
Arthur just growled, "Prove it."
Clara reached out her fingers and caressed Arthur's rough face, tracing over his unique scars, feeling the prickly texture of his beard rubbing against her soft palms. She pressed her fingers against his lips, feeling the rugged skin. Clara watched as Arthur's eyes fluttered and his face relaxed, Arthur brushed his thumb against Clara's lips, feeling her delicate skin before plunging his thumb into her mouth, forcing her to suck on it. Clara was shocked but complied, softly sucking his thumb, then he added another finger, forcing Clara to open her mouth wider for him. Arthur shoved all his fingers on his hand into her mouth, using his other hand to grip the back of her head, keeping her in place.
Clara sucked and licked Arthur's fingers, sucking each digit individually, delicately biting on his fingernails.
Arthur keeps a steady pace, forcing his fingers knuckle deep in Clara's mouth, tickling the back of her throat, and causing her to constrict around him. He chuckles at the look of discomfort contorting her face. "You don't like that, do you?" He grunted.
Arthur pulled his soaking fingers out of Clara's mouth and wiped the spittle onto his vest, with a deep breath, Clara moved towards Arthur and pressed her lips against his, interlocking them into a deep kiss. Arthur groaned against Clara's soft supple lips, feeling the moist delicate skin rubbing against his. Clara pulled back from the kiss, caressing his face.
Arthur moved his calloused hands towards Clara's torso, running his coarse hands over the flesh of her stomach, before moving his hands upwards and feeling the plump flesh of her breasts. Arthur squeezed and held Clara's breasts, feeling every inch of exposed skin, before ever so slowly moving his fingers to touch her nipples. Clara let out a surprised gasp as Arthur rubbed her nipples between his fingertips. She whined and arched her back, causing her to rub against Arthur's chest. Clara let out a small whimper and laced her fingers into Arthur's vest as he explored her breasts. He tugged at her nipples gently, squeezing and pinching them, watching the facial expressions she would make, Arthur pinched them a few more times than he needed to, just to see the pained expression flutter across her face.
Arthur pushed her back against the table, forcing her to lay flat on her back. He hovered above her for a few moments before lowering his head and sucking her nipples. Clara moaned louder than she'd ever moaned before, her face flushed and she started to squirm under Arthur. Arthur sucked hard, sending pain and pleasure shocks throughout her body. He released her nipples and moved his hands down Clara's torso, his hands resting on top of her pantyhose. Arthur smirked as he watched her heavy breathing, he gripped the pantyhose in his hands and ripped a large hole around her pussy. Clara gasped and looked at Arthur with lidded eyes, "Please." She begged
"Please, what?" Arthur mocked.
"Please fuck me." She begged.
Arthur bellowed a deep laugh and gripped Clara's hips, using one hand to explore her folds, feeling the slick wetness pooling around her slit. "Your cunt is so wet, almost seems like you're enjoying this." He mocked.
Arthur played with Clara's slit, pushing his fingers in, and making a scissoring motion. Clara cried out and wiggled her body against the wooden table, Arthur continued fingering her with one hand, while the other hand sneaked its way off her hip and started to touch her swollen clit. Clara was moaning and whimpering, making Arthur's now throbbing cock ache, he gripped Clara's hips again and laid her flat on her back, he stepped in between her thighs and spread her legs open, giving himself a full view of her spread open pussy.
Arthur stroked his aching cock and rubbed his precum all over the base and head before putting his cock between Clara's folds, causing both of them to moan. Arthur fucked her folds for a few minutes before sticking his tip against her slit, prodding her wet entrance before fully plunging himself into her. Arthur let out a string of vulgar words before adjusting himself inside her. "Fucking hell, girl you're tight." He hissed while starting to gently thrust.
Clara whined and moved her hands to Arthur's shoulders, steadying herself as he fucked her. Arthur picked up his pace, fucking her fast and hard, pulling his cock out and plunging it back in repeatedly, making Clara spasm and cry underneath him. Arthur groaned above her, thrusting balls deep into her tight hole, "You love this, don't you? Fucking whore, tell me you love it." Arthur growled while holding her face tightly.
"I love it! It feels so good, I've always wanted to be with a big strong man! I-i want you!" Clara cried out
Arthur seemingly satisfied continued to fuck Clara's hole, he reached one of his hands up to play with her clit while the other pinched and pulled at her nipple. Clara bounced back against Arthur's cock, trying desperately to keep the rhythm with him, but it was impossible, he had too much stamina. Clara wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close to kiss him, leaving small nibbles on his lips.
Clara moaned into his mouth giving him acess to dominate her tongue. After one last deep kiss Arthur pulled himself away and refocused himself, fucking her hard, sending the sound of flesh on flesh throughout the room, her moans echoed all over the house, reverberating off the walls.
"Ya got such a pretty voice, keep singing for me." Arthur huskily groaned. Clara moaned louder, letting every sound that wanted to escape out. She cried out begging for him to go faster, begging for more.
"You are a greedy lil thing ain't ya?" Arthur groaned into Clara's ear. She whimpered in return and kissed Arthur again. He grunted and thrusted deep into her, he gripped onto her hips hard enough to leave bruises, and he fucked her roughly, losing control of himself. Clara moved her hand down to her clit and rubbed it, "I'm so close." She whined.
Arthur growled, "I want you to say my name when you cum."
“Say Arthur for me, girl.”
Clara whimpered and nodded her head towards him, she was feeling so fuzzy. Arthur thrusted deep into her and watched as she started spasming, "O-oh fuck! Fuck I-i'm cumming Arthur! O-OH ARTHUR!" Clara screamed.
Arthur moaned out a deep husky moan and came inside Clara as she constricted around his cock.
Arthur moved his fingers to Clara's clit to help her ride out her orgasm. She spasmed against the table and wiggled around silently with her eyes shut. Arthur panted and pulled his softening cock from her sore hole. Thick cum leaked out and dribbled down Clara's hole and thighs, pooling on the table.
Clara whined and fluttered her eyes open, looking at Arthur, who was now sitting across the room on an old chair smoking a cigar. Clara propped herself up and wobbled over towards the counter, grabbing a small canteen and chugging it.
Arthur watched in amusement and puffed his cigar. Clara walked towards him and rubbed her arm, "So? What now? Is- is everything gonna be ok?" Clara nervously asked.
Arthur let out a thoughtful hum, "Never given someone a break before, but you all get to live and I go back and say you ran off somewhere before I got here."
"Thank you, sir- Arthur." Clara stuttered
"Hell I should be thanking you, been a long time since I had a woman," Arthur grunted. He stood up from his chair and walked towards the front door, he turned back to Clara and whistled, "Quite the mess ain't it?"
“I’ll be seeing you around Clara,” Arthur darkly chuckled and walked out the door slamming it on his way out. Arthur adjusted himself and finished his cigar, flicking it onto the ground, he climbed up onto his horse and headed back to Horseshoe Overlook. A smirk on his face the whole way home.
Arthur rode into camp and put up his things, before making his way to Strauss.
Arthur walked up beside Strauss and clicked his tongue, "I'm afraid that last debtor ain't gonna be paying, they are long gone. Found a few valuables they left behind, bout all I found though."
Strauss frowned and nodded, "Herr Morgan it's alright, the cost of business as the German say."
Arthur nodded and walked away to his tent, where he spent the rest of the night sketching various pictures of Clara's nude body.