She stirred as she felt her mattress dip with someone's weight. She rubbed her eyes and tried to sit up, but whoever it was, was faster and jumped on her. She opened her mouth to scream but a backhand sent her head reeling. Her cheek stung from the force of the blow.

"Lie still bitch" he whispered. He wrenched her arms above her head and tied them securely to the head board. His weight shifted as he moved around her and placed a gag over her mouth.

She whimpered from the pain and fear kicked in when her covers were pulled off. There was no light so she couldn't make out the intruder. However she couldn't mistake the distinct shimmer of a blade. She began to wriggle ferociously trying to get away despite being tied up.

"Look slut, I don't want to hurt you but I will if you don't lie still" he continued to whisper. He held the knife to her throat sharply and she began to feel liquid dribble down her neck and wet the pillow. She stilled instantly. He leaned in to suckle on the wound and she felt that he was wearing a mask.

"Good girl. Now let's see what you're hiding, hmmm?" he continued as he placed the blade aside and began to knead her breasts through her nightdress. His touch hurt as it turned into a grope. She tried to stay still even as he pushed her top up and feasted upon her nipples, biting and sucking hard to the extent that she felt he was drawing blood. When he moved away she was grateful to be relieved from the pain, but that was short lived when she felt her panties were being pulled down and off. She trembled from fear and fresh tears began to run down her cheeks as her thighs were pushed open and he settled between them. She closed her eyes and tried to think of another place when his fingers roughly slid up and down her slit.

She wasn't sure what he was doing but it was painful. If he was trying to lubricate her it wasn't working. Suddenly he shoved two fingers in and she couldn't help but whimper in pain. His fingers felt like coarse sand paper rubbing her insides, she instinctively clenched around him trying to push his fingers out of her vagina.

"Nice and tight baby" he whispered. To her surprise he removed his fingers and sat back up and began to untie her wrists and remove her gag. She felt sore all over and rubbed her wrists as the blood flowed back. She tried to sit up but couldn't. Suddenly she realised she was all alone. He'd disappeared as mysteriously as he'd arrived.

The De Silva family were a family of modest wealth but of great intellectuality. Despite having lived on an average sized land for five generations, they had a successful vineyard and farm which produced the highest quality products known to the locals.

Now the sons were taking over the farm for a while and travelled into town every week for business. The size of their land meant they had extra workers who were very loyal as each De La Silva was good natured. Their sister Maria helped out as much as she could, but much preferred reading and seeking a different life for herself. Though she spent most of her time in solitude, she still managed to have a few close friends with whom she'd spend long lazy summer days with.

Despite her brothers' protection she still felt uneasy even after a few weeks. She had to look behind her every time, she was rarely left alone. The little scar was slowly healing but the physical violation was taking its toll most nights.

One warm evening she came back to the house to find it empty. Javier and Marco had obviously thought she'd be out longer or had gone to pick her up. Well they'd be here shortly she thought nervously. As she walked into her room and felt a presence. Within seconds a man jumped upon her, pushing her up against the wall. The very same man was here again.

"No" she screamed. A hand clamped around her mouth and another just below her breasts, holding her into immobility.

"Remember me princess?" he whispered crudely rubbing her torso before going lower onto her belly and then delving between her thighs. He managed to spread them a little even though she desperately tried to keep them shut. "No? I remember you. I remember your tits, your soft thighs and sweet pussy" he continued whilst rubbing her though her dress. She felt nauseous and faint. She had stopped struggling; she feared the blade or even worse.

"Keep quiet and I'll remove my hand" the voice said.

"Leave and I won't scream" she firmly said, but grip on her was too strong. She wriggled desperately and her eyes widened in horror as she looked on in helplessness.

"What will I get in return?" his voice in sarcasm.

"What?" she said not quite understanding the meaning.

"I said what do I get in return?" he sounded huskier this time and without waiting for a response pushed her against the wall and kissed her hard. She began to struggle but her strength was no match for his.

"Please don't" she pleaded turning her head away. She was becoming really scared now.

"Why not?" he asked.

"I've never done this before" she replied in a faint whisper.

"Well too fucking bad" he said grabbing hold of her arm and yanking her behind him into the bedroom. Once inside he threw her onto the bed. Pouncing on her, he managed to immobilise her arms with his knees and backhanded her so hard that she blacked out.

"Maria? Maria? Can you hear me? Wake up" the voice seemed to be coming from the distance. Her head was pounding and she felt slightly disorientated as she attempted to open her eyes.

"Oh my God, he was here again" she said panic rising in her.

"You need some rest" Javier said as he walked over to her to help her lie down and cover up.

The De Silva brothers managed to find out through their help that the man was hired a few months ago to work on the Cortes land. He was new and kept most of the time to himself, but many women working for the Cortes' had said they felt uneasy in his presence and made sure they were always in threes. The man must've obviously be lurking about and found his way to the De Silva land and Maria.

"This is ridiculous. It's been a month since that bastard was caught. The Cortes family owe us an apology. They owe our sister an apology" Marco lashed out.

"Are you serious? They are the richest family in this whole village. They'll deny the man worked for them let alone apologise." Javier said with a laugh.

"I'll kill the next man who lays a hand on my sister" Marco swore said clenching his fists.

"Please Marco. I'm alright. The man has been caught. I just want to forget the whole thing and move on" pleaded Maria walking into the barn and overhearing her brothers.

However the events taken over in the past two months had been a great strain for them, Marco and Javier thanked God for letting them catch their sister's attacker when they did.

"Maria they must own up to their mistakes" Javier explained. Unlike his brother Marco, Javier was more rational and calm.

"I'm still serious about what I said" Marco continued when they'd reached kitchen after sending their sister to bed.

"What do you propose we do, you know how powerful they are" Javier said looking back not amused.

"True. But I have an idea that won't fail" he said with a sly smile.

"What do you have in mind" Javier asked truly interested.

Maria noticed that her brothers had been acting strangely for two days. She couldn't put her finger on it; as first she thought it was the reaction from the events, but it seemed to her that they were hiding something. Whatever it was she was determined to find out and the first place to look was inside their barn as they seemed to be making excuses at all hours to go there.

Making sure they'd gone into that village for supplies, she put on a shawl and headed for the barn with a lantern. The modest farm they had required daily help, but not these two days. She opened the latch and was greeted with the sweet smell of hay and the soft sounds of the animals breathing.

Everything looked quite normal at first glance, but she was certain something was in here that had made her brothers so secretive and she wouldn't leave until she'd fed her curiosity. Quietly she walked past the live stock and came to the other side. She knelt down to pat her horse, but a groan startled her. She shot up and turned quickly with the lantern to find a man tied up against a pole and gagged.

She walked over to him and realised he was wide awake and trying to pull himself free. Lifting the lantern to his face she nearly dropped it from the shock. He too looked up startled to find the most beautiful woman standing in front of him. Their eyes locked into a stare; soft brown into piercing green. The man was of good breading that she could tell from his clothes despite it was a simple shirt and trousers. His jet black hair was in a mess otherwise it seemed he'd have it swept back. His shoulders and chest was broad, he looked very masculine, dangerously masculine.

She on the other hand had her long hair tied back untidily leaving small strands around her face. She had large eyes and sensual lips, she was of average height and built but he couldn't really tell with her shawl that seemed to cover a loose dress underneath that barely touched her ankles.

Maria bent down and leaned forward to untie the gag, in doing so her shawl gaped allowing him to get an ample view of her breasts. The swells were of a generous amount from what he could make out and soft too as she pressed close to his chest having trouble untying the secure gag. He closed his eyes as he wondered what her nipples would look and taste like. He groaned inwardly.

"Who are you?" she asked once the gag had come off. He looked vaguely familiar.

"I ask the questions!!" he barked, startling her.

She stared back at him trying to understand what was going on. She knew this was not the man who'd attacked her. Then who was he. As if reading her, he opened his mouth to speak.

"I am Rafael Cortes. Son to Manuel Cortes. And when I get out of these God forsaken bonds I'm going to make you all pay, that much I promise" he said arrogantly like a man who was used to getting his own way.

"Please I don't understand. Why..." she never got to finish.

"Enough! Untie me wench and then I might think about being softer on you" he said eyeing her up and down.

"Maria what are you doing out here and why did you remove his gag?" Javier scolded making them both jump.

She turned to see her brothers walk into barn, both looking very angrily at her. She quickly got up and ran towards Marco wanting information, but he dismissed her. Javier quickly gagged him before taking the lantern and giving it back to her.

"This is our leverage. We're using him to get an acknowledgment and apology from the Cortes'" Marco said pointing down at Rafael.

"You must be mad, the pair of you. You can't treat him like this, it's cruel!" she cried out.

"What about what that man did to you?" Marco snapped.

"Two wrongs don't make a right" she answered.

"Leave it to us, we'll make sure he goes back ... unharmed" Javier said with a smirk.

"At least bring him into the house to eat and wash. He can't stay out here" she suggested.

"She does have a point" Javier said with a thought.

"Have him living there with us?" Marco asked in astonishment that the two could even conceive to think like that.

"Don't worry, he won't try anything funny, we'll be watching after him like a hawk" Javier said.

"Thank you" Maria said after her over protective brothers were starting to see some sense.

"You go and start to cooking whilst we get him washed and cleaned" Javier said. No-one except Rafael saw the smile she gave him.

Three more days had passed and Maria was having enough of this. She didn't like having the son of a wealthy and powerful man kept prisoner, she didn't care how the family reacted, anything was better than this. She hadn't been allowed to see him or even speak with him.

Slipping into the spare room she saw him asleep on the bed. He looked so handsome, a pity he was an arrogant bastard too. She almost felt sorry for him. Walking up to him, she didn't notice pretending to be asleep. He'd been pleasantly surprised to see her, as all he'd had for company were brothers and as much as they were handsome men, he much preferred women especially this sensual creature, which had become the fantasy of his dreams. He'd wake up feeling aroused and knowing he couldn't plunge into her depths and be sated.

She noticed that his bonds were not done up, in-fact he wasn't even confined to the room. As she began to retreat his movement rooted her to the spot. She looked up to see him lying casually with his arms folded behind his head and a smug look on his handsome features.

"Well, well, this is a nice surprise" he said looking at her with thick lust. She was looking even more beautiful today in her light blue dress and hair half up. Though the dress was still loose, the upper part clung very nicely to her gentle swells. He could almost taste them from his position.

"Senior Cortes, I didn't realise" she began but couldn't continue. What was she to say?

"Rafael, please. You're brother Marco was so keen on leaving the room that he forgot to tie me up" he explained lazily.

"I'm so sorry that they did this to you. I understand..." her voice trailed off when he jumped out and stood directly in front of her. Rafael was a tall man, easily as tall as her brothers; she reached just over his shoulders.

"Do you? Do you really?" he asked with contempt. "Have you been kidnapped and held prisoner?" he spat grabbing hold of her arm.

"Get away from her Cortes" Javier said calmly standing in the doorway. He'd come home to find Maria nowhere to be found and raced upstairs to find the two standing dangerously close.

"You have to let him go" Maria said as she turned towards her brother.

"But what about justice?" Javier asked in disbelief.

"No!! Just take him back" she said.

"How's he going to explain these couple of days?" he asked her but was looking at him.

"Don't worry, I'll just say I was on one of my usually 'trips'" Rafael said. Javier knew exactly what he meant but Maria didn't. The Cortes men were prone to having any women they wanted.

"Give us your word" Maria said. There must be something good inside this man which made him offer his kidnapping story.

"I give you my word Maria" he said taking her hand and kissing it; no scandal could be linked to his family. His eyes locked with hers and she smiled, but he vowed revenge.

"You did what?" Marco asked in disbelief when he came home to find their wager gone.

"We set him free, it was the only thing to do" Maria tried to explain to a fuming Marco.

"Well let us hope he keeps his word" Marco said.

"He will. He promised me he would" Maria said.

"Maria he's a Cortes, they'll say anything to get what they want" Javier said rolling his eyes. He's seen the way they'd looked at each other earlier. If Marco had been there, they'd be talking about him in the past sense.

Back in his home, no-one had been any wiser. Rafael looked well, there was no sign that his hands had been tied or anything was amiss. He lavished in his luxurious life style, had any woman he wanted.

One night whilst fucking a dark haired girl with vigour, he panted out Maria's name as he came. The silly girl hadn't noticed, but he had. Nothing was satisfying his lust over her. Just one taste was all he needed to be free of this witch. Maria's sweet temper had saved him from staying in the barn tied to the pole like a sacrificial animal.

He roughly remembered the way to their farm, when being driven back he made a mental note of it. He had to see her again even if it meant trouble for him; that was a risk he was willing to take. He was losing his mind over her.

Three weeks had passed. With everything calmer Maria felt like she could finally continue her life again. Travelling into town she'd looked forward to seeing her friends who of course knew nothing and had been told she was ill. As she arrived and sat waiting for her friends to arrive, she thought she'd look in her book store. Upon taking a book off the shelf she saw someone standing near her from the corner of her eye. As she turned, the book nearly fell out of her hand for there stood Rafael Cortes.

"Good day Seniorita" he said approaching her closely.

"Rafael. Senior Cortes, I wasn't expecting to see you so soon" she replied looking around to see if anyone was watching; but no-one was.

Rafael was in one of his expensive looking suits and hat which he took off when greeting her. She on the other hand was in a simple navy dress with short sleeves and her hair was completely up with a few loose strands. Though she didn't have much make-up on, she still looked sensual.

"I have to go, my friends will be waiting for me" she suddenly said looking at the clock and breaking the intense stare.

"Have a good day ... Maria" he said watching her scurry from the store.

That very night Maria tossed and turned in bed unable to sleep. She could still see his eyes burning into her and making her hot. What was the matter with her? His family were the reason her brothers had done what they did; to salvage her reputation, but alas it had not worked.

She got out of bed and walked over to her balcony and looked onto the horizon, the sun was just starting to rise and the birds begin to chirp; totally unaware of the eyes on her hidden amongst the trees. Rafael was certain she was an alluring angel as she stood there in white with her hair flowing freely. Her nightdress barely reached mid-thigh and he wondered what pleasures she had to offer between them.

For the next couple of days Rafael kept coming back to the De Silva land and spying on the beautiful Maria. He had to be careful though as he could easily be shot on sight, but he craved for a kiss or maybe more. He was studying her routine for it was nearly time to have his revenge.

One warm late afternoon she decided to go for a swim in the little stream down by the farm. Wearing a simple white dress with an olive coloured shawl, but barefooted she made her way down. Javier and Marco would be making dinner so she had some time to herself.

She looked around before dropping her shawl and jumping in with her dress still on, uncaring if it got ruined as it was just a simple piece of clothing that could easily be replaced. The cold water felt great against her hot skin. She slightly shivered, but after a while got used to the temperature. Splashing around for a bit, she decided to come out and sit on the bank.

No sooner had she stepped out, when she heard a twig snap. Tuning around she froze when she saw Rafael Cortes step out onto the clearing. She couldn't believe her eyes; he was looking devilishly handsome in his jeans and shirt. He moved with grace as he came closer to her.

She stood there clad in a now semi-transparent dress that clung to her like second skin and panting wildly. Her breasts rose and fell evenly; the wetness of the material had made her nipples stand out like hard little pebbles. Her wild and panicked facial expression made her look tempting enough to eat Rafael thought. His eyes never lingered from her breasts. They were much larger than he had realised.