Hours later and sated with fucking for the moment at least, Vulkan decided upon a change of tack. He took up his dirk and cut away some of the decorative ropes that adorned the fancy interior and tied the ends to the grab rails above two of the windows. The free ends he tied around the countess' wrists, drawing her slender arms out and up so that she was suspended across the width of the coach. Just high enough so that she could not settle her rump on to the seat only inches below; forcing her to adopt an uncomfortable half crouch that soon had her legs muscles burning.

Whilst he worked on her bondage, the prince noticed that the countess could barely conceal a smirk of pleasure as he stretched her arms wide. Well, that was all right by him he thought, grinning malevolently into her flushed face, because she would be howling like a banshee before the night was done.

In sudden fury, he smashed his face down onto hers, crushing her lips and ramming his tongue deep into her mouth. Invading the entrance to her throat until she erupted in a fit of uncontrollable retching at which point he slapped his fist back and forth across her cheeks until a thin stream of blood trickled from the corner of her mouth.

"That will teach My Lady to control herself," he growled menacingly, "later on, when I shove the cock-length your crave so much down your pretty crop, you will be in sore need of all your control."

As he spoke he played his fingers through the soft red curls of her pubic bush, smiling thinly as she tentatively hunched her crotch forward in a silent plea for him to go further. Nodding agreeably to her, he allowed his fingers to play around the entrance to her sex, flicking and massaging the congested flesh that still dripped freely with their combined liquors.