The high society of London, decorated with gloss and splendor, hides under its nobility the real sinfulness and depravity. Pious talk of innocence and the sanctity of marriage conceal illegitimate children and mistresses.

Prologue

Twenty five years ago

The man was sitting in a leather chair, holding a glass of whiskey tight in his hand. But even a sip of this burning drink could not erase the bitterness, pain and burning hatred that settled in his soul today. The voice of the doctor, in which there were notes of sympathy, was just an annoying sound. The man did not care for his instructions and support. Now nothing bothered him. The last hope for a little happiness has been shattered. And this was done by his rightful spouse - a woman who was to become the guardian of the family hearth and the mother of his children.

- My lord, I understand how hard it is for you now. This is a great sorrow. But fortunately, your wife is alive, and you have a healthy heir.

The duke Rendol just grunted in response and took another sip of alcohol poison. Wife. This whore, who dared, like a cuckoo, to throw him his bastard, and even make him the rightful heir. For five long years he was an idiot who believed that it was his son. He raised him, loving and proud. And only six months ago, he learned the truth, accidentally finding his precious little wife fucking with a worthless groom in the hayloft, like an ordinary serf girl.

Damn, he really didn’t care who she took with her vagina. The man had no feelings for her and had not visited her bed for a long time. He was not even going to interfere with them until he heard their after-hearted conversation. Then her words destroyed his world, destroying the veil on his eyes and causing unprecedented rage in his soul.

“Your son will become a duke, William. Imagine the son of a stable boy, the duke, the duchess laughed joyfully and with a certain contempt.

- This is the only thing for which you should thank your husband. The only thing that allows me to survive the thought of his member in you.

- You know, it was necessary. He had to believe that it was his son. Fortunately, I was too drunk to realize that I was not a virgin. And even if the disturbing thoughts and visited his blurred mind, blood on the sheet was strong evidence.

- I understand Fiona, but still jealousy burns me to the ground!

- You have nothing to be jealous of. I am only yours now. I love you. More life. You and our son. "

He wanted to rush in at the same moment to them and kill the traitor and her lover. But he was always too sensible. He returned to the house, prepared the servants and waited for his wife whore. When Fiona sneaked into the bedroom, she was in for an unexpected surprise.

“My Lord, what are you doing here?”

He slowly approached her and, holding his hand, hit him hard in the face. The head of the woman leaned back from the blow. From fear and disbelief, she took a step back, looking with her big eyes at her angry husband. The hand immediately pressed to the glowing red mark.

- Slutty! Like to fuck with a groom? Thought you'd fool me forever? Hang your son down and make him my heir? I would kill you right now. But it will also destroy my life, and in prison I don’t burn with desire.

“My lord, this is a lie!” I do not know who has slandered me, but this is a blatant lie! - The woman tried to justify herself and calm the anger of her husband.

- I still feel his foul smell on you! You fucking fucked him like the last slut.

He grabbed her arm and threw her abruptly on the bed.

“My lord, please, please!” - Desperately tried to calm the man the duchess.

“From now on you are forbidden to leave the room.” Security will guard you day and night. You are forbidden to see your son.Servants will not help you, you can not even apply. Now they only carry out my orders, you are no longer the hostess for them.

“Please, don’t touch Elijah,” she pleaded with horror, realizing that her husband knows the truth and will take revenge. - It's not his fault. He loves you. You are his hero, idol. My lord, I implore you.

- Bitch! You do not dare to ask me anything. You will stay here until I am sure that you are not pregnant with your lover. And pray to God that you do not suffer, otherwise I will provide you with a miscarriage. Because I will not rest until you take my seed and give birth to a real heir to me.

- But Elijah ...

“Your son will never be a duke.” Be sure I'll take care of this.

It took two weeks of imprisonment. All these days the duchess was not let out of her bedchamber. She was devoured by anxiety for the life of her son, but the maids were silent, and the duke did not let them know all these days. Yesterday was the last day of her period, and now the woman was terribly nervous, knowing that the servants will certainly report this fact to her husband. But she was not going to yield to him. The woman was sure that if she let him take herself and God forbid you get pregnant, her son would be dead. The duke will not leave him alive.

Adjacent between the rooms, the door swung open, and the duke appeared before the woman. Dressed only in one robe, he imposingly entered the room. All the same flames of rage and firmness of intention burned in his eyes.

- My husband, I ask you ...

“You remembered in time, my lady, that you are my wife, and now please be pleased to pay your marital debt,” said the man sarcastically, mocking her.

- I can not, my lord, my condition is not important, please, give me a couple of days to recover.

- And with the stinky groom you could? Unfortunately, he will no longer have to experience this pleasure, like everything else.

- What are you speaking about? The woman asked convulsively, feeling her body grow cold from horror.

- Ah, you are not informed? A couple of days ago he was trying to hide from the estate with the loot gold. He was killed during the arrest.

- Neaaaat! - the Duchess screamed like mad and rushed with his fists at the man. “This is not true, not true, not true,” she threw her hands into his chest, but the duke smiled triumphantly. - I hate you! I hate it!

- Calm down, whore! - A strong slap threw her back, and the woman fell on the bed.

She began to burst out when the duke bent over her and began to raise her nightgown.

- Let me go, you animal!

After her words, he again slapped her face and simply tore up the soft fabric. His eyes eagerly walked over the body of his wife. Although the woman was giving birth, her body remained taut and attractive. Throwing his dressing gown to the floor, he opened his erect penis to his gaze, which responded to the female body.

Also, the man brought her wild resistance. He liked the male's superiority over the female, and her complete helplessness in front of him. Widely spreading the legs of a woman, he fit between them. Holding one arm tightly to her bed above the Duchess's head, he watched the female body wriggle in an attempt to break free of his grip.

- Enough, my lord, I pray you! The woman screamed. “You can't handle your duchess like that!”

“Now you are not a duchess, but an ordinary slut who deserves no better treatment than a port slut.”

In confirmation of these words, the duke spat on his palm and soaked the penis in the saliva so that he would suddenly burst into the dry vagina. The duchess's back arched in pain, and a loud, sad cry escaped from her lips. Its unprepared walls squeezed around the gun piston, not letting it go deeper. Therefore, puffing, the man had to push hard into it. The pain split her groin. The sounds of hitting the flesh against the flesh seemed to her the most vile in the world.

Tears flowed from the eyes of the poor woman, hands weakened, the struggle stopped. Turning her head to the side, she silently shuddered under the quick hard jerks of the man, who selflessly fucked her, enjoying herself ...