The night was cold; the wind rattled the thin glass of the stain glass window of the large ancient stone manor house. Mary sat huddled near the warm glow of the fire in the main salon, curled up in one of the big chairs doing her needlepoint when the butler enters announcing a visitor.  Mary stands and looks into the large mirror over the fireplace and smooth out her long blond hair and checks her dress to see if she looks presentable to receive a caller. She tells the butler to show the gentleman in and to bring her a pot of tea.

The butler a tall imposing figure with a stern face wearing a white linen shirt and long black jacket with black trousers and high polished black boots nods to the mistress of the manor.  Leaving the young lady alone in the room again to escort the caller into the room. After the death of her mother, Mary had to learn to run the household for her father in a hurry… at 16 she was now the mistress of the manor. She is at a prime age to start preparing to be married off and with her managing skills she would be a good candidate for a wealthy mans bride.  With all this and the fact she is a very pretty girl with long blond hair and sparkling blue eyes and an angelic face made her even more of a great catch.

The butler returns a moment later with a tall handsome young man, dressed in a white silk tunic and black and red velvet robe, definitely a man of nobility, Mary thought to herself. His long jet-black hair neatly combed back with to long brides along his face and emerald green eyes made a real impression on the young lady.  Smiling warmly the young man bows dramatically to Mary, sweeping his velvet hat that matched his robe across his midsection.  Mary blushes and looks up at the butler as the older man leaves the room.

The nobleman takes Mary’s hand and introduces himself, " I am Lord Mayfield of Windenshire, My Lady," he says gallantly dripping with charm and grace.

" I am Mary, what can I do for you, My Lord?" she asks politely with a soft smile as she watches him kiss her hand while he introduced himself.

" I have come to call on your father, but was told he was not available," saying informatively casting his eyes over the lovely young lady before him taking in each of her gentle curves and femininity.

Mary nods confirming that what he was told was true, " my father is away on a hunting trip and will not be back for a fortnight, My Lord."

The young man has an impish glint in his eye as he hears that the young lady is alone with only the servants in the house. They were well out of earshot of this room; he will bid his time and when the time was right he would take her with very little effort.

" I should be off then. I am sorry for troubling you on such a cold harsh night," looking at her knowing she will insist he stay the night, it would be considered rude to cast him out on a night like this.

" Nay, My Lord, I could not let you venture out on a night like this. I will have my servant prepare a room for you. Please except my hospitality," Mary says not realizing she is playing into his hands, doing exactly as he hoped she would.

 " I could not trouble you but I do not want to insult you by declining your most gracious offer," he says smiling disarmingly, thinking he can taste her warm lips now.

Mary walks over to the bell pull and summons the house keeper, a portly older lady, the wife of the butler, her snow white hair done up under her white cap enters shortly after the bell is rung.

 " My Lady?" she asks as she brings in the pot of tea that was requested.

"Prepare a room for Lord Mayfield, he will be staying the night," Mary informs the housekeeper.

"Yes, My Lady." The housekeeper curtseys and leaves the room with a soft smile to her mistress and a suspicious glance at the stranger.

Alone in the room Mayfield moves over to the heavy doors that go to the entryway and closes them locking them. Then turns back to his sweet young hostess and leans against the door briefly before moving over to her.  Mary moves her hands in front of her as she see him closing the door, getting nervous at his actions she breaths deeply, questioning him, " Lord Mayfield, what do you think your doing?"

The click of the bolt on the door makes her jump fearing what he has in mind. She runs to the door to unlock it. He grabs her and holds her as she struggles against him.  Smiling wickedly, he taunts her, " that’s good I like a girl with so fight in her…."

He holds her tightly and kisses her hard on the lips, pressing her small body tightly to his. His hands moving from her arms to her back wear he forces her to the floor in front of the fireplace. Her lips are so warm and sweet lips honey as he kisses her hungrily, his hands moving over her tender young form. Pressing the palm of his hand against the side of her velvet covered breast. She moves her hands up to his shoulders trying to push him off her she squirms and struggles, his lips bruising her soft rosebud lips with his hard kiss.

He can feel her warm breath as she breaths deeply causing her breasts to heave and strain the tight bodice of her dress. He slides a hand down and starts to pull up her long full skirt exposing her silk legs, with one hand and loosens the lacing of her bodice with the other. She whimpers; her cries muffled by the kiss as she feels his hands on her smooth flesh, his hand moving up her bare thigh. Her small body trembles as the strange feeling in her groin starts to build inside her as this man ravage her soft young body.

Breathing hard he finishes what he set out to do and stands looking down at the once pristine young lady and now a well used woman lying on the floor.  Her soft body exposed to him her skin glistening with perspiration from the ordeal as he straightens his clothes out. She tries to cover now spoiled body up and rolls to her side on the floor and sobs as he opens the door exiting the manor and disappearing into the cold dark wind night.