However, the girl stubbornly refused to allow his tongue into her mouth, clenching her jaws tightly together. Testily, Vulkan wrenched the girl's head back as far as it would go and slapped her hard across both cheeks, making her cry out as her head was snapped back and forth so hard her teeth seemed to rattle in their sockets.

Again Vulkan offered the girl his mouth, at the same time wrapping the fingers of his other hand around the slender column of her neck, squeezing to let her know that his patience were all but at an end.

Realising that she did not have the strength to resist him any further the girl allowed her lips to part. She whinnied like frightened foal as his tongue pushed its way into her softly yielding mouth and began its serpent-like exploration of her sweet palate. At the same time the Prince walked her slowly backward until she stood knee deep in the hay pile and then he bore down on her, tripping her with his foot behind hers so that she fell backward – legs akimbo. He fell with her, landing neatly between her thighs, his urgent glans already butting up against the tightly sealed entrance to her nether mouth.

"Please sir," the girl whispered against the side of his neck, her voice breathless with her panic as he took hold of his stiff shaft and began to force the head between the tightly drawn curtains of her outer labia. And then, the final pathetic entreaty, "have pity noble lord – I am a virgin."

To the corrupt Prince Vulkan, the heady combination of the girl's manifest fear of him, her unblemished youthful pulchritude and finally, her anguished confirmation that she was virgo intacta was a totally intoxicating mix. As such, it could only served to aggravate his already galloping sexual appetite. The young nobleman levered himself up on to his right arm so that he could look down into her face.

"What a priceless little slut you are my dear," he murmured and pursing his thin lips let fall a long strand of spittle on to the tip of her upturned nose, giggling with delight as the clear liquid coursed down over her pink cheek. He hung there, savouring her terrified expression, the quivering vermilion lips, the flushed complexion and the soft brown eyes – huge and brimming with tears.